saanvalr

saanvi. thirty-six. wife to the jarl of svalr. no beauty shines brighter than that of a kind heart

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    “Oh my goodness--my apologies!” Saanvi patted her babe’s back--but a few months old--as he wailed. It seemed the trip has made his tummy upset. Though it wasn’t exactly the best greeting, receiving the business end of a baby’s throw up, “Let me help you clean up.”

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Watching the fight before him Vilkas watched intently, a brawl over some woman neither truly had any right to. A fragile thing the hearts of men who thought they held claim to something with no truth to show it. “A fight without honor is nothing more than a game.” Everything had honor if done for the right reasons. When the dagger was drawn from the man’s pocket he stepped away, their bloodshed could be seen by some other who would clean up the mess. “They’re all children.”

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     “When you live for someone, you’re prepared to die. Even in the most foolish of ways,” Saanvi put a hand to her husband’s back, eyes squinting through the blustering snowflakes of Bolstaor. Though surely a knife in the progress of Vilkas’ assent to the throne, she was thankful for the formal cease of violence, however temporary it might have been. Every time he took to the battlefield, he took a piece of her with him. It left her itching to join him, sword aching to slice with ease through anyone who might stand in her way.

     But she had other matters to attend to. Giving him a smile, they walked on, seemingly oblivious to what was transpiring in their dust, “I seem to remember a man who was keen to fight for me in the most ridiculous of circumstances. A cute man.” 

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                               to be  kind  in the face of  cruelty… 

                                     to  love  in the face of  hate… 

                                                these are NOT                                                w e a k n e s s e s. 

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roscnburg:

“The lessons best known are often the ones learnt only too late.” A smile as she inserted herself into the conversation between one of her Thanes and the wife of Jarl Vilkas. Many had opinions on the tussle between Vilkas and Edmund, and none were positive. To attack the Jarl’s own husband, in her own hold, it had many of her own people itching towards their weapons – even if they didn’t support Edmund in the matter. Matters of pride were dangerous. Ingrid gently set her hand on the shoulder of her Thane, her smile not faltering even as she gave a warning squeeze. “Bjorn, your wife has need of you. I believe it’s something to do with little Inger getting into places she shouldn’t again. Go see to the issue, I shall make sure our guest does not lack conversation.” She gave another squeeze of her hand before gently, always so gently, patting him off in dismissal. The look on his face as he reluctantly departed was not one that Ingrid wished to dwell upon. Her fingers were losing their grasp on everything she’d fought for. The smile fell from her face, as she looked upon Saanvi. Business, for now, worrying for later. “You have my apologies, I hope he didn’t say anything of too great an offence.” 

     “Worry not. If I had truly taken offense, I would have struck him,” One couldn’t say that Saanvi wasn’t capable of a good jest. She was quite content in poking fun at her own husband--but she knew full well she was nearly the only one who could do it and escape unscathed. Eyes traveled after the man, with what reluctance that he left the room, and the twitch in the eyebrow of Ingrid in the face of such disrespect. Was it not only yesterday that she had escaped her mother’s womb, tromping through the snow with snowy lashes and red fingers? It certainly felt so. 

     Surely this couldn’t be harder for anyone but the youngest Jarl among them. Hosting a crowded Bolstaor, keeping a hold on her people, dealing with issues pertaining to her husband, her father, her rule? Simply thinking of it brought clogs of stress to Saanvi’s mind. 

     Gifting her a warm smile, Saanvi placed a hand against Ingrid’s shoulder, walking down the stone hall at her side. Thank goodness the fires roared within the Jarl’s walls. Saanvi could not stand it otherwise, “You have grown into quite the ruler, dear heart. Thank you, but you needn’t stress on my account,” Saanvi held her tongue in regards to a parent’s pride--the Rosenburg family was riddled with black water.

     “I hope you’ve been taking time to rest your mind,” She brushed back a lock of dark hair from her shoulder, “A ruler must take care of themselves before they can take care of others.”

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rcsethcrns:

       Elowen had no motives to get involved with the talk running through the mouths of seeminly everyone in Bolstaor. but watching the wife of Jarl Vilkas stand her ground had the woman wanting to help in some way or another. stepping up to the side of Saanvi Elowen’s eyes narrowed in on the poor soul that had an issue with speaking before thinking. “ I’m sure they understand now and have learned a valuable lesson in the matter. “ She stated with a oddly cool tone. “ Let’s hope there won’t be a next time and that you’d do well to think before speaking. “

     The man before them nodded, albeit reluctantly, bowing his head before scurrying off to his comrades. Perhaps this was one bright side to them all being lumped together in Bolstaor: dear friends that left Saanvi no worry in the threat of betrayal. Of course, war changed even the most honest of men. She had first hand experience in that.

     Even so, Elowen standing at her side left a warm feeling in her chest. She smiled, turning and laying a hand on her shoulder, “I trust you do better than me, with a husband who pulls apart rather than smashes together?”

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zhou-jin:

“I have said nothing that was not true… Your husband did attack a man unprovoked.” Not too smart perhaps, opening his mouth about these things but he couldn’t stop himself. “But I have no say in how things happen.”

     “No. You do not,” Saanvi let her gaze roam over him, up and down, war-trained eyes sizing him up. She was not fond of Kope’s adviser. That being said, she wasn’t particularly fond of Kope at the moment, either. 

     “Why not do something more productive? Train your tongue to do more good than harm?”

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kope-of-haganes:

“Well then, no.” Kope answered, firm in her stance on the topic and while she held respect for the Jarl’s wife, Kope refused to silence herself for anyone’s pride other than her own. The Egyptian’s liberal behavior coming forth amidst the back and forth between the two women. “Again, just who are you to censor me?”

“Did I say he was not to blame or were you only paying attention when Vilkas’s name was mentioned? I’ll have you know I have the same amount of contempt for my blood as your husband for the stupidity displayed.” She commented, cheeks flushed as her own anger started grow.

     “I believe if you truly had the best interest of everyone in mind, you would stop this petty banter. Having a voice is a right to everyone. Knowing when to use it takes wisdom... of which you are showing little,” Saanvi turned her head as a dog bounded through the snow, playing with a nearby child as he exploded with giggles. Such a playful scene should have softened her, but it didn’t. It only fueled her resolve [and her anger]. 

     She turned her sharp gaze back to the younger woman, “I expected better of you.”

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kope-of-haganes:

“Are you asking or demanding?” Kope questioned, eyebrow raised at the woman’s tone. The Jarl not taking too kindly to it seeing as she was there when delegations went south. “Do not lecture me on wisdom, Saanvi. I’m allowed to speak my mind.”

     “Demanding,” Saanvi replied, voice placid. She could relate with Kope on a variety of levels--they both hailed from foreign lands, had built their way into nobility. But that did not excuse the insult that flew from her tongue, “Of course you’re allowed to speak,” She waved a hand, “This does not mean you should use this power for such blatant disrespect.”  

She raised her eyebrows, “I understand your anger--Edmund is your husband’s cousin. But that does not make him any less of a fool for patronizing Vilkas, and sending the council into disarray,” Surely, the one person all sought not to patronize.

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     “Hold your tongue in regards to my family,” Her husband, in particular. Saanvi knew well that the talk would run rampant--that did not mean she appreciated it, nor intended for it to happen for long, “Those who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise.”

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jarlvilkas:

A busted lip was one of the battle wounds he’d walked away with after his fight with Edmund. Humming when she brushed his hair out of his face he took her hand, “It must. Nothing was done and Bolstaor…” Clenching his jaw he thought back to Edmund’s words. A neutral location would soon fall apart if that boy had any say in it. “If they lose their neutrality war will break out. And I will lose no one to this frail attempt at peace.”

Raising his eyes to hers the hint of a smile hit his lips, “You are far to light a sleeper.” He muttered, “If war comes and I am not prepared I could lose you both.” Their son happily sleeping without a care in the world, just how he should be. 

     “Ah, I see. And I suppose that leaping across a table to punch a young man in the face is working quite effectively in preventing such a war, yes?” Saanvi raised her eyebrows at her husband, pulling her hand from his. She was no stranger to war negotiation--she’d seen plenty. Granted, not all of them had ended in peace, though, their goal was peace. The problem was that no one was really willing to compromise. Even the most benevolent of rulers in Hlandul wanted their say in what and how the new king would be. 

    Saanvi liked to think she was quite effective at these meetings, but not here. She had long since uncovered the fact that no one here was willing to take her seriously. Perhaps it was time for some display of power. She sat back, folding her hands in her lap, “You will stay behind with the children. I will speak to them.”

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   Meet me

         on the battlefield

     Even

       on the darkest night

    I will be

         your sword

                     and shield,

       Your camouflage

           and you will be mine

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@jarlvilkas

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Just doodling my fav ships don’t mind me--

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I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (via books-n-quotes)

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Sonam Kapoor for Shehla Khan 2017 Collection

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@saanvalr

“The longer this lasts the more I wish for a war to put an end to it.” He would only speak these words to Saanvi. In the corner of the tavern they spoke in hushed voices, the others of Hallbjorn around them. He liked to keep close to his people, and he liked to keep his wife even closer. “They all wish for home but until Hlandul has a new capital I can not go back.” Their home should have been the capital long ago. Their stone buildings and power should have been that. But Kjolr was somehow chosen by their first high king. A foolish choice. Vilkas grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “We can not leave until you own the crown you deserve.” And the one he earned, “No matter how I long for home.”

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     Saanvi wished that she could do a better job of getting through to her husband. But, it seemed, no matter how much she tried to hammer something into his head, he’d continue on his merry way. That isn’t to say he wouldn’t listen to her--he listened to her very intently. However, actually following her advice was a completely different matter. She smiled, pushing back a stray lock of hair, “Your valiance knows no bounds.”

     She leaned closer, foreheads touching, “But you’re of no use to anyone without rest. I hear you pace the room through hours of the night. I know you’re not getting as much sleep as you’d have me believe,” She pulled away, “And it isn’t because of the baby,” Thankfully, Leif was pleasantly quiet, sleeping like a rock through the night and napping peacefully during the day.

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Sonam Kapoor for Elle India, September 2016.