Ser Waymar Royce

Ser Waymar Royce - Independent A Song of Ice and Fire Canon Divergent Character. Semi-Selective, Mutual Only. Written By Shaun.

[serwaymarroyce]

“Dance With Me, Then.”

“𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑜 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎. 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈. 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓌𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒. “

Ser Waymar Royce - Independent A Song of Ice and Fire Canon Divergent Character. Semi-Selective, Mutual Only. Written By Shaun. Rules Bio

[serwaymarroyce]

I'm still around! Anatomy is just eating up all of my time 😭

At least the semester is almost over! I'll be getting replies up soon though

[darkcure]

"Nothing good will come from regretting." For Sansa!

Sansa stared at the wall in front of her. The look of it was dull and uninteresting, but she stared at it all the same, unable to bring herself to look at him or anything else. She knew he was right, of course— but she'd come to regret a great many things in her years. How could she let go of it so easily?

Her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, but she didn't let go. Even when the pain worsened, she didn't let go. She glanced at him for just a split second. "What am I to do, then? If not regret." She breathed out.

She regretted not telling her family she loved them more. She regretted being mean to Arya. She regretted acting that way toward Jon, even if he was a bastard. How could she move on from all of those mistakes?

[serwaymarroyce]

King’s Landing, it was a place that Waymar had been so enthusiastic to set foot in. The beating heart of the Seven Kingdoms, so expansive that Gulltown could have fit within a single district. The grandeur of the nobility at the court was said to be the finest that the world had to offer, and a king worthy of the throne he sat in.

Waymar could not have been more disappointed, in any of it, but especially the latter point. This boy king was nothing like his father. All the stories he’d heard of the great Robert Baratheon, the king’s name on his lips as a battlecry any number of times. Who in their right mind would cry the name of King Joffery? Let alone hold the child in any regard higher than they considered the piles of human filth that overflowed in the gutters of the city?

What good fortune it was that Waymar would not be meeting with the King to plead the case of the Watch for more men and money. It would be someone else in the court, and that certain someone had left him to wait in the halls outside the throne room, where he’d run into someone he’d met once before, however briefly, what seemed like years ago.

Sansa Stark.

Their meeting had been but a flash in the pan, he’d been on his way up the Kingsroad to the Wall with his father Yohn Royce, and the Starks had offered their hospitality for such a noble family. It is true he’d said but a few words to Sansa that night, but she seemed so much…happier back then. The girl that he spoke with now was a shadow of the one he’d introduced himself to back then.

Their conversation had taken a turn beyond the surface level formalities, something he didn’t mind. He’d went out onto a limb and said something he’d hoped would be comforting for whatever she had endured, the specifics unknown. He knew of the butchering of Lord Eddard Stark, as did everyone. There seemed to be…more, though. Based upon what he assumed was exhaustion fed by sorrow in her mannerisms, he’d spoken of regret.

“The loss you have endured is beyond words. Especially while being here, in this…” Waymar swallowed whatever jab he had been preparing for King’s Landing, having been warned that even the walls had ears in such a place. “This place. But regret will do no good, especially here. You did not choose for any of your sorrows to come to pass.”

[serwaymarroyce]

Rules Page Update

Gave the rules page an update! No major changes, but give it a gander if the mood strikes.

[serwaymarroyce]

Sunspear was massive Waymar thought as he realized, and not for the first time that afternoon, that he was turned around upon meeting what was another dead end. The streets, narrow and branching between the houses, shops, winesinks and pillow houses of the Shadow City were nothing like that he was accustomed to. He’d visited Gulltown, of course. But that city was built around the commerce that was the lifeblood of trade in The Vale. All one needed to do there to find their way was follow the long, broad streets that were filled with the ceaseless traffic of wagons coming to and from the port. Everything of note was built along these commercial streets. But The Shadow City… It was a design unto itself, one that left Waymar tracing his steps back to the street upon which he’d taken from the docks.

The intent was to meet with his contact, who had gone unnamed thus far, who claimed to either potentially know the whereabouts of someone who knew someone else who knew the location of what he sought. Or…was it that they potentially knew the location of someone who knew someone else who mayhaps knew the location of what he sought? Whichever it was, the first task at hand was to find the winesink that had been the agreed meeting place. That, too, had been rather vague. His instructions had been to follow the road that led from the dock, take it until the road branched east and west. Upon taking the western road, follow it through and take the third left from the bazaar. Directions of which Waymar had most certainly confuddled in the midst of the journey here. But, when strategy failed, blind, ceaseless determination would succeed. Waymar had been thankful that he’d heeded the advice he’d received from a sailor onboard the galley from Gulltown to Sunspear, and swapped out the heavy black wool and sable cloak for loose linens, in black of course. He may have been a thousand miles from the wall, but he was still a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch. So Waymar walked, and walked, eyes searching each and every passing street, vigilantly searching for…there! A winesink! His heart leapt at that, wasting little time to push open the door and stepping inside. There Waymar stood, waiting for his eyes to adjust, scanning the faces of the patrons inside. For now another trouble arose. That being…he hadn’t the faintest idea what his contact, or the one his contact had claimed may be here, looked like.

Starter for @thesunsofdorne

[youngwlf-movedtosideblogsameurl]

#𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐋𝐅. I asked him, How can a man be brave if he's afraid? That is the only time a man can be brave, he told me.

Tell Lord Tywin winter is coming for him. Twenty thousand northerners marching south to find out if he really does shit gold.

ind. private & selective robb stark of g.r.r.m's asoiaf. book & headcanon based with slight show influence. reigned by jishwa.

[serwaymarroyce]

Hello new followers! I'm excited to write with all of you, so I'm making a starter call. Hit the button and I'll send you something soon or we can plot it out.

[serwaymarroyce]

Why did Waymar Royce, the son of the great 'Bronze' Yohn Royce, choose a life at the frozen edge of the world? Why would he reject the privilege of nobility, a life of comfort and prestige and choose to be nothing more than a Crow?

I personally have two theories that are possible for Waymar, and they are absolutely being used for my Canon Divergent portrayal.

1: The Rebel of Runestone

For a boy raised on the tales of great deeds, especially those during Robert's Rebellion when the Mad King was overthrown and the crown won for the sake of peace and justice in the Seven Kingdoms, the aspirations of glory were to be won at the end of a blade. The tales and songs were not written for the unknown peasant levies that died in the waters of the Trident. They were not even remarked upon. It was the clash between Lord Robert and Rhaegar. Between Ser Barristan Selmy and the dozen other knights he cut down.

The songs, and glory, were for the Knights.

Waymar's destiny was all but assured as the son of the indomitable Bronze Yohn Royce, who saw him trained just as his brothers were by one of the finest Masters at Arms in the Vale with castle forged steel. No great feats on the battlefield were needed when Waymar was anointed in the seven holy oils in a sept. The prestige of being Yohn Royce's son, even the youngest, was more than enough to win him that rite. But what glory was there to be found for the third son of Runestone? Being the spare to the spare spelled a life of holding a seat somewhere in the Vale for his brother at best. There was no great war to win acclaim in for Waymar, not while King Robert's peace was being held. After the Greyjoys were smashed, no other Lords of the realm would dream of raising their banners in rebellion. Where else could a young lordling find glory to win in their name? A TOURNAMENT, DUH!

That is why I don't think this explanation explains everything in full. If Waymar Royce was simply after renown he easily could have become a tournament knight while keeping his life of comfort. So lets dig deeper!

I feel that the answer lies closer to the pressure the third, or fourth, or fifth son of a storied house in Westeros must feel when it comes to simply being seen by their family. The Royce family heir, Andar, was the one all eyes were upon. Possibly even Robar who was seen as a spare in a world where a fall from a horse could see the 2nd in line for the seat of Runestone wasn't that long of a longshot. But the 3rd? That is a very long game of long odds for someone like Waymar to see his place in the sun, let alone the attention a child craves from their family, especially the youngest. In the absence of that, I believe Waymar chose to act out. What better way to find renown, possibly even the missing attention he'd never found from his family than by earning a command at the Wall. If he was to be be seen so little, why not choose the greatest act of rebellion a lordling could choose and swear their life away to the Night's Watch?

I didn't completely buy into this reasoning myself, until I remembered another aspect of the nobility in Westeros. Political marriages.

2. Fleeing from An Arranged Marriage/Preemptively Fleeing from One

Imagine being the child of a family that sees you as the spare to the spare, all that mild neglect building for years, and years and years until there comes a time that suddenly you are of use to them. The expected thing from them would that you ought to be overjoyed to be helping the family. But this is Waymar we are talking about. That sense of entitlement, arrogance and the deep, core wound of being seen as less than his brothers would inspire him to do the exact opposite out of spite. 'So suddenly I am of use to you? Too bad!'

What better possible way is there to refuse the possibility for an arranged marriage AND rebel against the hand that life sought to deal him than to take the Black? When faced with the alternative, while comfortable, would not be a life of his choosing.

A chance for glory at the Wall, earning renown as every Knight deserves and spiting the family that saw him as a piece to be bartered in the game of political power in the Vale was not only his best option I'd argue, but the one that most fits Waymar. A person who feels deeply, has faced hurt but hides it all beneath the armor of arrogance, entitlement and callousness in a world as unforgiving as A Song of Ice and Fire.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[prophecyprompts]

#ASOIAF: GAME OF THRONES. an assortment of quotes from george r.r. martin's a song of ice & fire series, beginning with the first novel.

can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?

that is the only time a man can be brave: when he is afraid.

if you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.

half of them don’t dare tell me the truth, & the other half can’t find it.

never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.

my mind is my weapon.

if i look back, i am lost.

every flight begins with a fall.

now you know why you must live.

remember why i came here, my love.

when the snows fall & the white winds blow... the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.

the common people pray for rain, healthy children, & a summer that never ends. it is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.

i've never had a friend before.

i have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine.

you wear your honor like a suit of armor. you think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down.

is it so far from madness to wisdom?

children grow & children learn.

there are no heroes. in life, the monsters win.

to each of you i say: give me your hands & your hearts, & there will always be a place for you.

love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

do not fear for me.

don't you see? don't you see?

the fire is mine.

i hate you.

life is not a song, sweetling. you may learn that one day, to your sorrow.

this was no god's work.

we are only human, & the gods have fashioned us for love.

i thank you for the lessons you have taught me.

fear cuts deeper than swords.

some old wounds never truly heal, & bleed again at the slightest word.

death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

that is our great glory, & our great tragedy.

what do you know of fear?

a bruise is a lesson. each lesson makes us better.

[serwaymarroyce]

Something burning on my mind that I'm very eager to sit down and write about hopefully this weekend:

WHY a landed knight from an ancient, storied family in the Vale would choose service to the Watch over embracing the privileges life has given him. I've got ideas!

[winteriscomingcaps]

[sansaclegxne]

Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice wind comes howling out of the north, but the real enemy is the cold.

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[serwaymarroyce]

Ser Waymar Royce - by Christof Grobelski

Will heard the breath go out of Ser Waymar Royce in a long hiss. “Come no farther,” the lordling warned. His voice cracked like a boy’s. He threw the long sable cloak back over his shoulders, to free his arms for battle, and took his sword in both hands. The wind had stopped. It was very cold.

[serwaymarroyce]

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with? 🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink? 🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it? 🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them? 🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving? ⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time? 💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

(Ohhh man you spoiled me with all of these, thank you!)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Honestly, for Waymar, it would be anything authentic. He's wrapped himself in the pricky armor of arrogance and wielded a sardonic sword with the skill of a seasoned knight all for the purpose of keeping those deeper, more precious feelings safe from a world that all too eagerly seeks to wound others. For not even the youngest son of a storied, ancient house in the Vale could be spared from harsh words at some point that hit truer than any arrow ever could.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Ahhhhh, now this one can be broken into before taking the black and after for Waymar. Growing up at Runestone, it would have to be hot cakes, sausage and hot bread loaded with honey.

After taking the Black it took Waymar quite a bit to grow accustomed to the relative dire culinary straits that the Watch finds itself in. How absurd it was that they didn't even have honey. But, after his standards fell back down to the level of reality, his comfort breakfast at the wall is sausage, cheese and on those lucky occasions it is in stock, eggs.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Before nearly losing his life in the Haunted Forest, I would say it was most certainly accomplishment. To make a name for himself. To stand on his own two feet, out from the tall shadow cast by his family's name and do something worth acclaim. Something that makes him worthy. Worthy of note. Worthy of praise. Worthy of adoration from a family whose relatives had once wed dragons and served on their Kingsguard. For what other reason would possess him to leave behind a life of ease at Runestone and go off to freeze at the end of the world?

His greatest wish after surviving the Haunted Forest...well, now that is something even he is figuring out.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

The better way to answer this may be, would he give up the Black for someone they love? Answered that way...well...an incredibly close brush with death does have a way of reshuffling one's priorities. But could Waymar forsake his vows for someone that special? Now that is a question that not even he would know the answer to until the situation arose. Until then, I'd say...definitely maybe.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Anything fancy lol. This is the lordling that went to the wall with moleskin gloves, a sword with sapphires in the hilt and a black sable cloak for trapsing about in a frozen forest. You can take the Lord out of Runestone, but he will always desire the finer things.

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

Late, unfortunately. Such a relaxed attitude only comes from those who are used to others setting their expectations around what their Lord, or in this case, Lordling does. Waymar absolutely would arrive to the practice yard well after the sun rose, his poor master at arms having been left to wait on him time and time again.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

😉

Thank you again for the asks @nerdqueenmari

[serwaymarroyce]

Just reread Waymar's chapter in the prologue in the first book again, and inspiration is HIGH! I'm going to be going back and answering asks/getting replies out ❄️❄️❄️

Let's make this a starter call too, hit the button and I'll be in touch!

[roleplayers-ink]

REBEL ⚔ starter set

( via a softer world )

“Judge if you want, we are all going to die. I intend to deserve it.”

“Be the trouble you want to see in the world.”

“I love the way your face lights up when someone says, ‘It might be dangerous.’”

“Live and learn, or die and teach by example.”

“They say when you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. They underestimate me.”

“My gang initiation went well, I think. We talked about the subjectivity of morals, and I learned how to make a shank.”

“It was a sweet day when I realized legal and illegal had nothing to do with right and wrong.”

“I know that I don’t deserve you, but that’s okay. Life’s not fair.”

“You think no one hears. You think there will be no one to stop you.”

“I love you guys. But this isn’t the life I hoped I’d have.”

“If at first you don’t succeed, run.”