;;hearts like wildflowers

[rosa-arryn]

cedrictyrell​:

@rosa-arryn​

location: the palace of sunspear’s watergardens

   —   the sun was particularly high in the clear dornish sky, considerably hotter than some of the others days that had passed during his time in dorne. as westeros entered into late march, cedric had found the watergardens to be a location he could often be found in when not in residence at the tyrell lodgings; not to frolic by the fountains, as much as it relief as it would be, but rather use the route as a shortcut into sunspear’s small town bustling with bazaars and various labyrinth like-alleys. as the man made his way through the passages of the watergardens, he paid little to the rustling in the tropical greenery that seemed to almost match his pace; it was not the first time his companion had chosen to quietly shadow him on a trip to the marketplace, in hopes of scavenging some fresh chickens from the stalls at the merchants market. 

he saw the figure of rosa arryn, sat upon a laid out spread of fruits talking to … a basket? cedric almost narrowed his eyes in momentary confusion before clearing his facial expression as the woman noticed him; he had heard much of rosa arryn’s emotionally fragile nature, and witnessed it at the midsummer ball. offering her a nod of acknowledgement, he did not intend on stopping but continuing on his journey -  it was then he saw the floppy ears of a rabbit peep from the basket. ah, cedric thought. not mad. almost simultaneously, his four legged fox of a shadow had chosen to sneak from the shade of the foliage; vivid orange tail upright as his amber eyes fixed on the rabbit now being cradled in the woman’s arms. 

“kit, no.” cedric hissed under his breath, moving to step before the creature in an attempt to stop the arryn woman from seeing the creature that wanted to feast upon her precious bunny for a spot of lunch. “go on, bugger off. we’ll get you lunch somewhere else.” 

there was a cool breeze coming off the water of the garden. enough to help cut down the heat that only seemed to ramp up over the past few days. if everyone in the cities weren't already flocking to the water and pools around them, then they certainly were now. rosalyn had set up a small blanket for herself in a particularly beautiful spot amongst the green and fauna. for a moment she might even look as if she belonged in that spot in her blue dornish dress. but her pinned up curls of vibrant red certainly were not dornish.

her gaze was mostly fixated on the book she had brought along with her, along with her small companion who was enjoying the shade of the basket he was tucked into. a breeze moved across the water, and rosalyn closed her eyes to enjoy the cool air. hints of sweet florals hung in the air with each rustle of the wind. her eyes opened to spot cedric tyrell making his way across the gardens. she matched his small acknowledgment back as he continued on his way. leaning over to share a small piece of fruit with smudge she smiled. "there you go." she told the tiny bunny.

up ahead of her she did not here the agitated words of the tyrell as he commanded his own small companion to keep walking. rosa could only see the red flash of a fox trotting over towards her. and more likely over towards smudge. quickly she scooped up the small bunny in her arms, standing up to keep out of sight of the fox who now stood at her feet. "no, you are getting no meal here. find somewhere else to go little fox. shoo...shoo please." her eyes searched up towards cedric. "he cannot have smudge. is he...feral?" she said holding the bunny closer.

[rosa-arryn]

rvrkng​:

brynden could not recall the last time he read anything. not a letter, not a book, not even a label. as a baker’s boy he never found the need to, all he needed to know was how to toss dough and take the bread out of the oven on time. the concept of reading alone would cause his mind to warp through time, back to when he was a young boy abiding by his father. he would spend hours with the tutor, in riverrun’s quaint library, working to say and write proper sentences so that he could assure himself a meal he would never get, as his mind would always draw to a blank as soon as he scooted his chair in that he would shortly after have to scoot back out. his father was a cruel, cruel man that has since led him to draw an attachment between trauma and the beauty of the world, leading him to never appreciate art or creativity as he should. 

though, something about her describing the book would gather his interest. near leading him to wonder if she would so much as mind helping refresh his memory by teaching him herself. but what kind of question was that? he was a king and her a princess of opposing lands, because the riverlands had no allegiances, nor would they no matter who asked, as his father made clear. her question would guide his thoughts away, intersect them and thus lead him to stutter and become flustered. everything needed to be taken slowly with him and he need not let his mind wander. “ g - go - good, ugh … ” he shut his mouth, curling his lips inward, would life ever be different? would he ever not slip up. he was a king now and he couldn’t even speak like one, “ life has been treating me just fine m’la - princess. ” not even his slip up of the two words my lady could be pronounced properly, though for that he had his days surrounded by the commonfolk to thank. “ you and me both, i never thought i would see the day i would be a lord, let alone king. ” he peered down at his wear, made of such divine material and rich colors, nothing like the rags he wore before, but the rags he truthfully preferred. 

“ all of this … it’s not so fitting for me. you, on the other hand, i’d say it fits quite well. ” no chicanery nor dishonesty would tincture his words. she was a beauty and that he never questioned, not a day in his life, no. it may have not been the first he noticed of her, but he was a boy back then, boys thought girls icky and to have cooties. he much rather had rolled around in dirt and flung mud at her than ask her hand for a dance. the only reason he ever would, or even did, was because of how he was able to see in her the light that made her shine, that she thought the darkness to make her fade. “ and how does it make you feel ? all of this change … has there been much of it? if any, i have been away for quite some time, i’m afraid all i know is what my father shares, and he doesn’t speak of any first names, only lasts. ”

"i had always thought you would make a good lord one day. we were young but you were always very kind to me and to others. i find that quality lacking in many ruling lords these days. i believe people find the only way to command everything and everyone. i've found that those with a compassionate heart are able to win the favor and respect of people with much more ease. and i remember always seeing that in you." her words settled between them for a moment, before the princess realized what she had said. could that be taken the wrong way? maybe seen as disrespectful in some regards. with a regretful shake of her head, she cut her stare away from him to the path in front of them. "perhaps i'm foolish in that regards. i am still learning the ways of politics"

nowadays there was so much delicacy that needed to be put into every word that was spoken between houses. carefully constructing sentences to make sure their meaning could not be swayed one way or another. rosalyn was not used to this type of conversation. most of her days had been spent in the comfort of a true friend, rhaena or with her siblings. the freedom of speaking from the heart was always a luxury that she had. and maybe the new kindling of old friendship allowed her that freedom of speech. but he was still a king. and she wanted to be as respectful as she could towards him, he deserved that at least.

but just maybe there was some freedom given in his speech as well. less of a rigid structure that the two "needed to abide by". a comfort could be settled here if given the chance. his words sent a rush of a pink color to her cheeks, although she could just wave it off as the heat. "fitting for me?" rosa said, smiling. a small huff of a laugh left her as she thought about that. "i believe you are the first person to tell me that. but it is very kind of you to say, thank you."

while there seemed to be a comfort settling in now, there was still much rosalyn felt she must hold back. not just from him though. from almost everyone who ever asked her how she was doing with the change. it had been nearly half a year since everything that happened but at times it felt like it was yesterday. and though the cracks that had always been threatening to break her poised exterior had slowed down over time, they were still there under the surface. time had not allowed them to fade away just yet. "i have found it.....difficult. but i am sure others feel the same way as well. i doubt i am the only one who thinks so." hide away some of the truth, that was the best way to do it. "i am glad you are back around though." she told him. the arryn's next question burned on her tongue to be asked. would it be too much or just taken as another question. but she wanted to know. "your father does not share all the information with you? would it not be helpful to know all the names? i.....i may not know everything but i would be happy to fill in any gaps you might have now that you are here."

[rosa-arryn]

CHARACTERS NAME: rosalyn arryn

TITLE: princess of the vale

UNOFFICIAL TITLE: excluding all of the horrible nicknames she has gotten over the years due to her deafness, rosa has been known as a few titles. one of them being the mountain flower or the little bird. neither of them rosa has minded too much.

DATE OF BIRTH: born fifteenth day of the tenth month of the year 481

STAR SIGN: libra

BIRTH ORDER: thirdborn child

LEGITIMACY: trueborn

FATHERS NAME: alfrid arryn

MOTHERS NAME: charice arryn nee. whent

SIBLINGS NAMES: rowan arryn, eldest sister, robin arryn, tamriel arryn

[rosa-arryn]

htyrell​:

“I believe you are quite right — it has been a long while since we last saw each other. You do look quite well though; lovely as always, your highness.” Helena states, purposely ensuring that she was looking directly at Rosa and being mindful to not cover her mouth to ensure that she could properly read her lips. Helena admired the woman’s bright red hair; the way the sun’s rays softly touched the loose strands of hair that fell in front of her face; causing her to glow. Helena found her shoulders perk at the mentioning of the peace summit. “My thoughts precisely, your highness. I do think the summit could benefit from a female perspective. I trust that you are joined at the summit by your family? What are your thoughts on the current peace negotiations?”

“I was visiting a shop — Spun Silk I believe is the name.” Helena gestured towards her skirts and the multiple layers of clothing she was wearing on her upper body. “I am in need of new dresses. I’m afraid my current dresses are much too hot for this weather. The two sisters who own the shop are creating a few pieces for me. Have you utilized their services before?”

Helena glanced down to the small companion that rested in Rosa’s arms. “And who is this?” Helena asks, bending down to get a better look at the rabbit.

"i am here with my family. right now just my younger brother robin is with me along with some other advisors and people from the vale. my older brother is sadly still back home in the vale as my father thinks it is wise for him to stay home." she had missed him more and more as the days passed. wishing for him and her older sister to be here with them. "perhaps i am foolish or naive but i have always wished for there to be peace between all the kingdoms. i believe it to be entirely possible if proper negotiations and treaties are set in place now. but i fear hostility and petty arguments might be holding back that possibility. and you, my lady?"

glancing back towards the shop helena mentioned, she nodded in response."ah yes i have used them quite a few times. i'm afraid i was in a similar boat to you when i first arrived here in dorne. i hardly had anything that would work for this climate at all." helena's dress was absolutely beautiful but far too hot to be comfortable in this weather. "while their work is beautiful it can take some time to finish. the villa i am staying in is not too far from here. i would love to lend you a few dresses to get you through the heat, if you would accept them." she offered, hoping she could help.

almost as if on cue the small gray bunny poked its head out from under the small cloth it had been cuddled under. "this would be smudge." rosa said proudly, showing off the small animal nestled in the basket. leaning forward the bunny sniffed out towards the newcomer. after realizing they were friendly, smudge turned his head to the side towards helena. "greedy little thing." rosa laughed seeing the way the bunny was practically begging to be pet. "i believe i spoiled him with all the affection i've been showing him."

[rosa-arryn]

lcnnisterking​:

      “I am glad to see you in good spirits, my lady, most seem to thankfully be healing and recovering well.   the healers and maesters and all the others who have given assistance have tended to their charges exceedingly well.   they will be honoured well for their services and for their expertise.”     he thanked her with a small nod of his head and took a seat across from her;  “which is in fact the reason i have come to call.”

it did not go unnoticed to rosalyn that arryk had chosen not to address her by her new title, but instead keeping with her title as a lady. others might find serious offense to such a thing, but rosa chose to view the situation with some compassion. surely it must put him in an uncomfortable place to address all of these new royals. "yes, i have seen many healers and maesters work tirelessly through the day and night to help everyone. their work is truly incredible." she said. "oh? about the healers? i hope everything is okay from your kingdoms."

[rosa-arryn]

rvrkng‌:

“ and yet much smaller, ” brynden proclaimed to pair with her newfound cognizance from perceiving not only his conversion in name but height. moreso he spoke the words he was certain she was thinking but hesitated from speaking to refrain from insulting not her king, but a king. after all, she knew not his demeanor, opposed from reputation, and only he would know that his reputation did not see fit. rather he was much more tranquil and polite, which he would attempt to prove through a proud smile forcing the corner of his lips to turn up and his front teeth to bare exposure. 

it was true he had adapted not only quite a bit but quite a lot. the last his eyes fell on her, he was about the same height as the girl, as his stomach stretched further than his legs. he was only a boy then, slow in everything, having yet to find talent or skill or meet the standards of normality not only for boys and children but a tully. he only served indistinguishable by his head of red-brown hair and eyes of blue, the two his father wished he lacked if he could not lack where he did not impart approval.

he remembered the girl for not her own misfortunes, but for her inclusion. she would stomp her foot and stand her ground for his own benefit when kids poked fun, not considering they may alter their reproaches to her instead, as she would draw attention upon herself. he owed her plenty, most especially seeing that he would be able to adapt and grow, watching his problems emerge with the runnels and drift away. hers, on the other hand, would be there for however long her heart pumped and her lungs would breathe air.

“no need for forgiveness, i was only sitting on my haunches and pondering the skies. ” he was not dishonest, but he was excluding some of the truth, not wanting to get into his thoughts of his past once more. he spent enough time doing that when they were younger, he wanted to focus on the now. “ i would be most obliged, ” he ushered the way for the princess, intending to follow in her glide, “ what is it you were reading ? ” he began the encounter with subtle conversation, waiting to be welcomed to ask more in-depth questions, trying to prevent imposing.

looking down at the book in her hands, a smile spread across the arryn’s face. clutching the book tightly she excitedly explained what it was."oh! it's called 'the seabound knight'. i think i must have read it a dozen times by now but i can never seem to be bored of it. it's about this knight who falls in love with this mermaid and goes on this epic quest to marry her. he has to face all these trials set upon him by the gods to prove he is worthy. oh! there is one part where he has to cross this frozen lake, but as he is crossing it begins to crumble under his feet and.... i'm sorry i am rambling on and on about a book. i let myself get carried away i suppose." she could talk for hours about her stories to many people's dismay. she was unsure if she would bore the man with her excitement over a simple book.

time had passed by them year after year and those meetings between them had gone by the wayside. there were talks of his disappearance when rosalyn would visit the riverlands again, sad for the absence of her friend. there was so much now to catch up on, so many things to ask. but she didn't want to bombard the poor man with a hundred questions, but she wanted to make up for that lost time. they were older now but she still felt like she was talking to her childhood friend. somehow feeling she could be honest with a man she had not seen in so long. how strange that was.

"how are things with you? it's been far too long since i have gotten to see you last. it's so nice that you are here. although i am no surprised given your new title, king of the riverlands. it suits you." rosa's gaze moved from him to the gardens in front of them. watching the cool breeze, blowing the leaves back and forth. winds of change certainly had blown their way since they were children. "hard to believe at times that the little boy and girl we once were would become a king and a princess. i don't think i would have ever believed it when i was little" eyebrows pinching together for a moment as she thought back, to that time. a young girl wondering if she'd ever fit in anywhere. there was no way she would ever think she would be where she was now. but the look of worry quickly faded away into a smile as she turned back to brynden. a sense of comfort that he had given her as a child passed over her now as the two walked together. "it really is nice to see you, old friend.”

[rosa-arryn]

mcrrec‌:

       HE couldn’t help but let out a gruff, shallow laugh at rosa’s statement… she wasn’t wrong,  “you haven’t seen me often  enough then; last time i swore this much was this morning trying to get this cursed shirt on.”  he lifted the fabric a little to show the bandages to her, rather than fumble through the words with his hands.   “twenty and two stiches,” he signed, and then sighed.   “once i’m feeling better i plan to get back to work,” the blacksmith replied with a determined grin.   morrec nodded over to a slightly less populated section off the main path, so he could talk as well as sign;  “are you well, m’lady?”

“well you will return to work before you know it. i’m sure of that. i doubt much can keep you from the forge.” following him over to another part of the path, she was relieved in the lack of noise in the air to drown out the other man’s words. while she did have family and friends who understood things like this, it was always welcome to have someone like morrec. “i am doing well now, feeling better than i had been. maesters can be very stubborn when it comes to recovering, so there were some days i could barely leave my bed. but i’ve moved past that now, which i am thankful for. and you? besides all the stitches. are you well?”

[rosa-arryn]

princerobinarryn‌:

   Robin sat, he read over letter that had arrived from the Vale, some from his father though looking at the handwriting it had been their Grand Maester that had taken down his word. A few of the other letters came from lords of the Vale. Robin planned on writing back to them all, and then also writing letters to the families who had lost someone in the attack.  He also wrote a more personal letter to the Swann familiy, feeling a deep guilt over the death of Ser Hilmar, he had been a noble guard, and Robin had come to enjoy his company. Now he was gone, and not from battle from being trampled during a panic, it was not the death a knight of the Vale deserved.

   Hearing footsteps approaching the doors to the room he had turned into his studying he didn’t bother looking up as the doors opened already being able to tell who the footsteps belonged to, it was after all a footstep he had spent all his life getting to know. Writing down another sentence he felt as his sister stood there, lingering. Finally looking up at her, he offered a small smile. “Rosa, what brings you here? I thought you and your ladies would have been enjoying the pools or beach or shopping. I could only imagine mother’s face if she saw you adorned in a Dornish gown.”

@rosa-arryn​

rosa was not surprised to see her brother hard at work at his desk. day after day it was never a surprise to see him reading over letters and papers and writing back to all sorts of people. parts of what was going on still held an air of mystery to her. not sure what was being said exactly or what plans were being made for her house. they were here to help bring peace and secure good deals for the vale. yet she always felt at a disadvantage for not being in her father's graces like robin had always so clearly been.

"do i need a particular reason to come see my brother and how he is doing today?" the arryn smiled as she walked over to his side."the pools and certainly shopping can wait, i have no need for anything at this time anyways." taking the seat across from her brother, she let a small laugh when he mentioned her gown. "i think mother would understand if she could only feel the heat down here. i would imagine she might be wearing something similar, as i have see all the ladies here dress. you yourself are dressed certainly more dornish than mother might expect." when they had first arrived here in dorne, she had seen certain lords and ladies try to stubbornly stick with their home dress despite the heat. that act of defiance seemed to only last a few day before people were practically begging the seamstresses of dorne to make them something much more suitable. "is that a letter from father? what news does he send?"

[rosa-arryn]

aelynflorent‌:

{ @rosa-arryn }

—a light breeze blew over the lake waters, offering a breath of air under the warm evening rays of the Dornish sun. hazel eyes looked at the way the water rippled, carrying flower petals and tree leaves; if she was more romantic at heart, she would feel like a fairy, almost. minus the wings. the two women had decided to take a day to themselves, seated on their blanket by the lakeside, nibbling on fruit and sweets, laughing over idle things. it had been a while since she had felt so relaxed, carefree. felt like after everything that had happened, they both needed this. her mind was not all that troubled, lately, her biggest problem was her father urging her to marry the Tyrell prince through letter after letter he sent addressed to her. though today she wanted to be in a lighter mood, not think of the burden of her father, which was her only problem really, and him using her as nothing more than a pawn. she had been talking to Rosa about her adventures in town, throwing small rocks in the lake when she looked over to offer some fruit to Smudge. “don’t move!” she exclaimed, hastily, as she fumbled with her papers and a pencil. the light was hitting Rosa’s beautiful face in such a charming, flattering way that inspiration struck Aelyn the moment she looked over at her dear friend. honestly, she had always thought Rosalyn to be beautiful; with her freckled skin, her long auburn locks cascading over her back, her bright blue eyes. a smile adorned her lips as she started working on the outline of her portrait.

“don’t move, Rosa!” she urged once more, a girlish laughter falling from her lips. lifting her skirts with one hand, Aelyn sat crossed legged, patted her dress down and quickly set herself to work. though aware that it came seemingly out of nowhere, she really did not want to lose the chance to paint her friend’s portrait, especially since she meant to capture her on a canvas for a while now. “it will come out so beautiful! trust me!” Aelyn offered further, a bright smile that reached her eyes still plastered on her face.

a little relaxation was exactly what she needed right about now, and something she did not realize she needed so desperately. after everything that happened at the midsummer ball and all that followed it, rosa had assumed she had managed to move past it. unaware of the tension she held in her every movement since then. but this moment by the lake was just pure. no tension, no urgency, or agenda. just two friends enjoying each other's company. her blues eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she savored the cool breeze that blew their way across the lake. the sound of the water flowing nearby and the way the wind moved the trees around them, rustling their leaves. the lilting voice of her friend as the two talked about everything and nothing. listening intently to her friend as she told her a story, rosa leaned over to feed smudge a small piece of fruit when aelyn cut her story short to tell her not to move.

"what?" the words caught rosa so off-guard that she didn't know what she meant at first. maybe there was some danger nearby that aelyn was trying to warn her off and to keep from spooking it. "is there a snake or something? oh gods." she said quietly, not sure if she was going to frighten whatever it was. but from the corner of her eye she spotted her friend getting set up to beginning her drawings. "aelyn you scared me half to death, i thought i was about to be eaten alive." she laughed. still, she did not move from her spot like requested. unsure what aelyn saw in that moment that needed to be captured. surely her hair looked completely windswept and her clothing jostled from the time sitting on the ground. did she even look alright to captured in one of her drawings. "don't i look foolish?" the arryn asked her friend. "at least smudge will look handsome enough." the small fluff of grey fur was happy enough to lay down in his basket, nibbling on the fruit that had been given to him.

[rosa-arryn]

htyrell‌:

It took Helena a quick moment for her to recall where she had first met this woman. If it wasn’t the bright, red mane of hair that gave the woman away, it was her small companion that made her identify known to Helena. It was approximately two years ago when Helena last saw Princess Rosalyn in passing at a formal event; back when she was still a lady-in-waiting for Queen Rhaena. Often during these events, Helena remembered that Rosalyn would be accompanied by a handmaiden to aid her with communicating with other guests as she was hard of hearing. Now know as Princess Rosalyn, Helena felt a sense of empathy for the woman for it was around the same time that her brother declared independence that Rosalyn received the title of princess. “Your Highness,” Helena greets, giving the woman a swift bow of her head out of respect. “Don’t be.” she begins, “For if you must ask for forgiveness for not remembering who I am, then that means that I must ask for forgiveness as well as I had also forgotten who you were — and I am not too fond of asking for forgiveness, you see.” Helena says in jest.

“In any case, I do not believe we have been formally been introduced. I am Lady Helena Serett of Silverhill. How do you do?”

"ah well then perhaps we can just forgo all forgiveness as we both seem to be in the same position." the arryn said with a small laugh. but as the other woman finally introduced herself, it clicked into her memory of who she was. "lady helena, of course! how foolish of me. you are the sister of king emeric and prince cedric! how could i forget... i do not believe i have seen you since your wedding and honestly, it must have been some before that as well." rosa smiled at the realization but continued with the formal introduction out of politeness for helena. "princess rosa arryn. i suppose we are formally introduced now. i promise not to forget again.” she laughed.

the tyrells were an interesting bunch, people who she could not exactly place her finger on. one moment she believed she had good standing with them and the next moment she was being yelled at by emeric at the midsummer ball with cedric quickly swooping in to usher her off after he had already comforted her that night. that moment still was filled with mystery as she was sure she must have said something poorly to emeric for him to react in such a way.

"i did not know you were attending the summit, it is nice to see more women arriving to this than i had thought of before. although i am glad you arrived now and not during the midsummer ball."  she said. "are you looking for something at the market? i hope i have not interrupted you too much."

[rosa-arryn]

rvrkng‌:

for @rosa-arryn​

a gale led bough’s to sway, delineating motile art as the moon hovered over; it’s all being fringed with the motion and the twigs poking through, connected to what appeared in the day as the green making the trees alluring, but now only chilling as the leaves color would fade with the rest of the night. 

brynden sat upon the steps leading to a side entrance of the martell’s castle, admiring the change in aura from when he sat in the very spot hours before. he almost preferred it now, believing it more honest. so often people were fooled by outer beauty, not knowing what lied within, not considering the darkness and the fright. that was the very case of anyone who called themselves a royal or noble, they all longed to rule over others, hold control and command. they never thought more to life than holding an all-seeing power, being considered better than most and all, and comparable to the gods as people were sought to admire them and obey their every word. but that was not the case for brynden, maybe his father, but no, not he. he would much rather possess a sense of freedom, the capability to do as he did, sit, and not have four loyal men surrounding him, watching him and his surroundings to make sure he would not be approached nor touched.

it was nights like this he missed lannisport, when he was nothing but a poor boy taken in by a baker. then he could roam the alleyways and rooftops of the city, watch the stars in the sky twinkle, and imagine for him a great life with his family by the wall. the family that never turned on him, always loved him, his dear uncle. 

holding his father’s appraisal now certainly was not of misfortune, but why his father devoted to him so much attention and time, and his attitude altered he knew it not for who he was, his son, but because of the title that came with. king, and if he could control a king, then he truly could be compared to the gods, as there is no one higher than a king. and so he did, he led brynden to make detrimental decisions, forcing him to walk on water, but he could not, he would only fall through and begin to drown, or so it felt.

the door behind him would swing open and his head would quickly turn with the swords of his kings guard. this was not a face he knew not, but much so. a face of a woman who helped him accept himself when all were against, and a woman who served his great favor. for what seemed like the first in a long time, there was a newfound crinkle of his eyes and upturn of the corners of his mouth, “ princess rosalyn, it has been some time. ” he rose to meet her face to face, and bow his head, “ king brynden of house tully, ”it had been some years since they last met, back when there were more rolls on his stomach than in the breadbasket and the chub in his cheeks swelled his features.

she was one of the few distractions from his thoughts he would rather get lost in.

curls of red tousled hair hung in her hair, escaped from the hairstyle that had been put up in this morning to help with the heat. small ringlets seemingly sprung out escaping their pins. it was never any use in trying to control it when it got like this, instead, she just let the pieces fall where they may. her blues eyes scanned the page of a small book as she walked the halls, barely waiting until she got outside before she set about reading. although reading and walking sometimes proved to be more difficult at times. not exactly paying attention to where she was going, and unable to hear much of any noise up ahead of her she wandered down the halls escaped into her book. opening the door to the outside, she might have continued in her escape if a whirl of movement hadn't caught her attention from the corner of her eye. looking up from her book, her blue eyes found his. only a mere moment to recollect who it was she was seeing. a smile built up across the redhead's face.

"my word, king bryden of course. i remember you very much!"  those times left so very very long ago. when she was a child and her mother was insistent on going back to her home in the riverlands as much as she should. she supposed her mother was still quite homesick while getting used to living in the vale. her mother would talk for hours and hours on their trip over on how wonderful her homeland was. the rolling rivers and green fields that passed by the carriage window certainly seemed to confirm that. it was during these trips that she had met the very young bynden tully.

though back there they were both just a lord and lady and not a king and princess respectively. not only were they different in titles but seemed different in their place in the world. byrden the unsure son of the tully lord, trying to find his place in the world. and rosa still learning how to communicate properly and trying to accept the harsh new position she was now put in. but the two of them, just children, found a way to accept one another for their differences. rosa could not forget someone like that as it had meant the word to a young girl afraid she might be rejected by all.

despite the years that went by and the changes, rosa felt like she was greeting an old friend. "it has been some time. you have gotten much taller." the arryn said with a smile. "it is very good to see you once more your majesty. i hope i have not interrupted you but if i have no perhaps you would like to join me? i was about to talk a walk in the gardens. it felt like too nice of a day to waste indoors." she asked him, hoping she wasn't being too forward. but after all those years apart she was eager to catch up with the riverland's king.

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h o u s e   o f    a r r y n

one of the great houses of the westeros, now proudly is their own kingdom. the arryns have ruled over the vale for nearly a thousand years. they are an old, proud and honorable family as their family words say, “as high as honor.”

their family seat is in the eyrie castle, an ancient castle that is said to be one of the oldest and most beautiful of the andal noblity. it it known to be impregnable since no outside force has ever been able to breech its walls.

it was king alfrid arryn, with the advice from his younger son robin, that declared the vale free. 

while king alfrid’s health has been declining recently there has been rumored whispers of unrest between the two arryn brothers as they both look towards the throne.

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—  »   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?  

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 VISIONARY 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very in touch with your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings

You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: 

•Old Soul 

•Peacemaker Soul

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fcnghcrn‌:

     “SER,” FALHAR SAID, approaching the merchant once he was done speaking with his previous customer:      “that horse, the auburn one… how much?”             ‘ten gold dragons’      “i think seven is more than fair… unless he boast fine breeding?”         ‘… nine then, she is young, healtthy and broken in.  strong form and a fine coat, surely a lord such as yourself can spot such fine quality.’       falhar’s eyes fell upon leather reins hung by the horse in question and he turned his gaze back to the merchant,  “hm -  eight gold dragons and three silvers, and i will take the reins as well. what is her name?”   he could see the merchant man weigh it up in his mind, and then gave a firm nod; ‘aye then, eight gold and three silver.   she ain’t got a name.’

    WITH THE COIN changed hands, and minutes late he was leading away his new purchase.   deciding to name her meraxes, after the female dragon and as the dornish sun seemed to make her coat shine like embers of a fire.    approaching a nearby tanner and leathersmith, falhar tied meraxes’ reins to the hitching post and flicked a copper to the young boy attending.  as he perused the wares, he raised his eyes and locked with a familar pair.   “good afternoon,” he greeted  politely, a smile on his lightly bearded face,  “are you hoping to see the tanner?”

off the main part of the bustling, noisy market, rosa found herself walking towards the tanner shop. there was a task she had in mind for that day she was hoping to complete, hoping maybe it could cheer someone up. she expected the visit to be short and not very eventful. bumping into an acquaintance was not exactly what she was expecting, but nice none the less.

while rosa never got to really know falhar too well, she always had gotten a good feeling from him. she knew of the close friendship he had shared with rhaena. there seemed to be a mutual trust between them. and a friend of rhaena's always seemed to be a friend of hers. but a master of war and a lady in waiting didn't have many opportunities to cross paths that much. but out here in the dornish marketplace she thought it could be nice to see him outside of something so formal. and it seemed to be he was at least polite enough to greet her first. "lord falhar, good afternoon to you as well." rosa said, smiling back at the man. "it is really good to see you. i hope you ae doing well after everything that has happened." it seemed like most visitors to dorne were still reeling from the attacks. bruises and cuts still lingered on people that passed by them. even rosa's bruises still remained on her face and arms as they began to heal.

"i am actually. one of the knights of the vale was hurt in the recent attacks and he has a young boy. his son has begun learning how to ride a horse but i noticed he did not have a proper saddle. i thought perhaps i could commission one here for him. might be nice to cheer the boy up." she said. it was something small but something she could give back to her people who had lost so much. "and you? are you for something?"

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      ARRYK stood now straight-backed and tense, his broken fingers splinted and aching despite the pain relief with three gold cloaks at his flanks at all times.  he inclined his head to the arryn guardsmen as he addressed them;  “sers, i am looking to speak with the princess rosalyn if she is available.”

the knight of the vale gave a respectful nod to the lannister king before walking back to the small garden table where rosalyn had been sitting. beneath the cool, colorful canopy of flower she flipped through the pages of book before the guard caught her attention to inform her of her visitor. “king arryk, please join me.” she said motioning to the seat across from her. “it is very good to see you. i hope you are doing well after everything.” seemed every was finally recovering from the attack. even her own bruises that dotted her face now finally beginning to heal. “i hope it is good news that brings you here today

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htyrell‌:

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As Helena walked through the endless stalls at the merchants market, she couldn’t help but let her eyes stare in bewilderment. The stalls of products were seemingly endless; merchants all hovering within their stalls, the sound of various loud and excited voices protruding throughout the market. The markets in Sunspear were much more grand in comparison to the markets she had grown accustomed to during her time in Silverhill. Helena kept one hand in her skirt pocket, her fingers tracing small circles on the pouch of gold coins she kept securely tied to the inside of her skirt. Helena had just finished visiting Spun Slik; content with the time she spent with the two sisters from Essos who owned the shop and were helping her with acquiring materials for the new dresses she was in the process of having created for her. With the warmer weather, Helena was hoping to acquire some new silks for a Dornish style dress. After she finished her visit at Spun Silk, Helena decided to venture through the market. As Helena continued walking, the corner of her eye caught sight of an unexpected wave of copper that glowed from the sun’s ray. It belonged to a familiar face; though this face was familiar to her, Helena could not recall why. Helena slowly approached the woman, who was clutching a basket with an animal in tow, their eyes locking. “Good afternoon,” she says politely, nodding her head to the woman.

rosalyn spent a good portion of that morning arguing with her guards about heading down to the market. most of them believing it was still too soon to adventure out into public. the bruises on her face now fading but the worry of something bigger happening had not left everyone's mind, including rosa's. but there was no way she could spend all of her time stuck in the same villa. she needed to get out, even if it was just for some time. guards in tow, but keeping their distance. in her arms rosa was happy to take along with her small companion, smudge, who seemed very happy to stay tucked away in the basket. looking up from the small market display she noticed the other woman walking towards her. she was certain that she must have met this woman before, her face was too familiar. it seemed every day she was meeting more and more new nobles, it was hard to keep track of everyone. but she had not seen this woman around dorne at all. "good morning to you too." she smiled. "forgive me i feel terribly rude, i believe we have met before but i cannot recall your name. i apologize."

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make my muse scared meme: "you are a pathetic excuse of a person, a girl not a woman, who wants respect but is happy to continue being in the service of the same woman that happily calls your father and brother traitors. you like to believe people make fun of you for your hearing impairments, whilst in reality you're too blind to acknowledge people snicker at the princess of the vale running behind the skirts of the dragon queen like a common lapdog.

“cedric stop it.” rosa said backing away from the man. she had no idea what had set the tyrell off in such a way. but the words he spoke were harsh and cruel but maybe within his words were bits of truth tangled in there. “i am not hiding behind anyone, please cedric...” she begged as he continued on and on. “people are not making fun of me anymore.”