ours is the fury.

prince steffon of house baratheon, prince of the stormlands and twin to princess jocelyn.

[stcrmprince]

running a kingdom is even more difficult than he could’ve imagined.. trying to keep track of all their relationships with various regions is a headache. he really needs to find a more permanent hand, and soon. his uncle is clearly trying to get out as soon as possible.

maybe if he was a better ruler, he would’ve noticed sooner. it’s been too long since they’ve heard from their contact in braavos. what in the seven hells is going on? that’s when he remembers that the vale has quite a strong relationship with him.

as if on cue, he spots ravella arryn in the distance. he and the woman-- often rumored to be a witch-- are not close, but he does know her. perhaps she may have some idea of any conflict going on. so he approaches.

“your grace,” steffon says with a bow of his head. “may i have a few moments of your time?”

@ravellaarryns​

[stcrmprince]

everything had devolved into chaos. a king is dead-- his brother in law no less-- and someone has been snatched from every single kingdom. his own kin, in fact. then there is his dear little sister who holds the heirs to the crownlands who is no doubt a target, if these madmen are true to their insane word.

and with everything gone to shit, it has made the king of the stormlands think. made him reevaluate those who he has deemed important in his life. should the gods take him now, would he leave this world with regrets? sure, there is certainly no man who can leave this life without regrets. however, there are some things he knows he can change, things he can get done now that meant he would rest more soundly.

that is how he finds himself at the chamber doors of one luciya rowan. he had managed to use his royal status to persuade the guards that stood outside to let him through. he knocks and knocks, anxiously waiting a response. “it is me, luciya.”

@tendcrheart​

[stcrmprince]

Who's your "idea" hmm?

gods damn whatever spell he's been put under. lying is second nature to him so why can't he do it now? being forced to give a truthful answer, he sighs. "if you really must know, i think i would quite like lady rowan as my wife. unfortunately, that doesn't appear to be possible. so i suppose it doesn't matter."

@tendcrheart

[stcrmprince]

Do you want children? If so, how many?

"the only correct answer here is yes, isn't it?" he already has a son but he is but a bastard. a king must produce heirs. "of course i'd like more children, with a wife someday, whomever she may be." he has an idea in mind but that's not what they asked so he will not say. "house baratheon is quite large as it is, might as well make it bigger, yeah? as many as my wife would allow, i suppose."

[primulaceas]

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

[stcrmprince]

JOCELYN.

it was rare that the baratheon siblings had been able to spend time together freely, without being encumbered by the presence of others. in recent weeks it had become worse, with so many courtiers and bannermen wanting insight and direction given the current political upheaval going on. 

it was so busy that jocelyn did not even feel as if she was fully able to mourn the loss of their father. oh, he was still there for now, but he would never look at her and know her face and her name again. that was something jocelyn would have to worry about later, however, as she currently sat in steffon’s solar, her expression mostly placid as she sipped at a goblet of wine. 

“what do you need from me?” she inquired, her head tilted to the side. “i want to be as helpful as i can before the wedding, steffon; you are not in this alone, of course.”

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truthfully, steffon cannot remember the last time he had a quiet moment with his sister, his twin. the two had shared a womb and yet, their bond had become strained. it is one that could never truly be broken, though, and for that the prince is grateful. now more than ever, he needs people to lean on. the baratheon feels as though the weight of the world has come crashing down on him.

the man nods along to her words and as usual, before he can think, he speaks. “and after the wedding? will i be alone then?” he wants his sister to be happy but he also doesn’t want to lose her either. his abandonment issues are on full display as he stares at her intensely, his eyes pleading.

[lifeinpoetry]

“I am not interested in enduring this.”

— Nicola Maye Goldberg, from The Doll Factory

[stcrmprince]

TRUTH SERUM: Who is one King you think isn't fit to rule?

"are any of us really?" he replies with a cheeky grin.

[stcrmprince]

truth serum: would you rather marry a stormlander or someone from another kingdom?

"well the correct answer would be a stormlander, wouldn't it?" steffon merely shrugs. "i had been prepared all my life to marry a woman of my kingdom, though now marrying one of another may be more beneficial."

[stcrmprince]

TRUTH SERUM: What is it exactly you see in Luciya Rowan?

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"i.." what did he see in her? more like, what could he? sure, they had a.. moment, but he still hardly know the woman. everything he does know could simply be a lie, for all he knows. a façade meant to lure him in, in hopes of gaining power. it just as easily can all be her true colors. "well, anyone with the gift of sight can see that she is beautiful. though, i do quite enjoy her wit."

@tendcrheart

[stcrmprince]

Do you really think you're ready to be King yet?

a sarcastic chuckle immediately falls from his lips. "what kind of question is that?" steffon baratheon, sovereign of a kingdom? anyone who knew the man even just a bit would know how ridiculous that sounded. "of course not."

[stcrmprince]

Why the hell would you make me Hand?

"and who else was i supposed to?" he quickly responds, voice beginning to raise. "you've made your position on the matter clear.. i'll find another when it is possible, and you will be free to leave once more."

[stcrmprince]

TRUTH SERUM.

feel free to ask anything, in character or anonymously, and my character will be forced to answer truthfully.

[game-of-style]

Joffrey Baratheon’s crown

[stcrmprince]

LUCIYA.

         THERE WAS A PART  of her that had far more jurisdiction and awareness to know she should not let things escalate. the other part, however, strongly overpowered that one and all she truly knew was… well, that she wanted him. maybe even so much that she could find she needed him. however ridiculous that sounded to her sober mind that knew better than to rely on a man even if for pleasure. luciya rowan could not care for that part of her mind nor did she wish to pay it any thought. 

       her chest rises slowly and carefully as she regains her breath, dark gaze locked on his through eyelashes. she’s intrigued by ever part of him at this moment, somehow thinking this could work. maybe they could work. challenge each other to do better, be better and even grow together. perhaps her family and his were not wrong to pair them together. ❝ i have never been one to do as expected, my prince. ❞ the brunette admits, edge of lips lifting to form a smirk. though, it lasts no longer than seconds. 

       his lips wipe any trace of a smirk from hers and she returns his kiss gingerly. as opposed to the kiss they had previously shared and the ones she hoped they would share again. hands grip her hips, having slid down the sides of her frame and she could have sworn she had goosebumps. she was not going to stop him, that much was clear as digits delicately worked to undo the buttons she had previously puzzled together. lips remain pressed against his own as delicate hands become acquainted with the skin of his torso.

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it seems as though their fate here is sealed, luciya has made it clear that she desires this just as much as he does. prince steffon, completely void of self restraint, certainly wouldn't deny her the pleasure of his company in bed. the man chuckles against her lips as she speaks. this woman truly is going to give him a challenge. perhaps not in this physical sense, but in other ways for sure. she does not act as he would expect, and perhaps that is what will make her a good wife. perhaps he will not be doomed to a boring, loveless marriage-- one that exists solely for the purpose of political gain. maybe she could be a real partner, a confidant, an anchor to keep him grounded; and when the time came, a good mother and queen.

goosebumps adorn his own skin as her fingers graze his torso, once again smirking, though never breaking the kiss. with one hand still firmly gripping her hip, the other trails back up to her shoulder. he playfully fiddles with the strap of her gown, as if wordlessly asking for permission to remove it.

[stcrmprince]

MELLARA.

mel could feel her heart racing a hundred miles a minute as she watched the two interact. it was everything she was hoping it would be. everything she was waiting for all wrapped up into one. quietly, as to not interupt the moment she began speaking. “he is just learning to walk now. so he still stumbles his way around. but despite how many times he falls over he doesnt cry just gets right back up. i think i am more frightened than he is when he tries.” mel wanted to tread carefully with what she said, knowing this was a shock to him. and know there was things he had missed. but there was so much more to see. so much more the two of them could experience together with their son. somehow it felt nice to tell him all of this, instead of writing it all down instead.

“you are so quiet…you’re making me nervous.” the worlds tumbled out before she could stop herself. she couldn’t take not knowing where he stood right now. if he was angry, so be it. sad, or excited or nervous. that was all okay, she just wanted to know what it was going to be. “steff….” she didn’t know what she could say in that moment but she needed to say something.

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steffon nods along to her words, only half listening. his focus is entirely on the young boy in front of him. after the initial shock wears off, he begins to grin. the man then offers lucian his other hand to hold, allowing for him to act as a guide. from now on, the baratheon will always be there to catch the boy should he fall. lucian will not remain a rivers, he will be deemed a baratheon of storm’s end. he will grow up knowing the values of their house. ours is the fury-- steffon will see to it that that same fury grows within his son. he will be raised as a stag, through and through.

he carefully lets go of the child’s hands as he moves to sit down instead. opening his arms, he beckons the young boy forward. he could sit in his father’s lap, should he feel comfortable enough to do so. oh how steffon wishes he does. he cannot bear the thought of him feeling cautious around him.

with a sigh, he is then forced to look up at mellara. “what do you wish for me to say, mellara?” his voice is stern, but not loud for fear it may startle the babe. “you kept my son from me for nearly two years. how am i expected to respond to that? to such.. betrayal.”

[stcrmprince]

LUCIYA.

        LUCIYA’S WELL AWARE THAT SHE  really shouldn’t get her hopes up. she knows she should remain level headed and composed, ready for just about anything at any time. after all, nothing was guaranteed until they were officially married. so she’s setting the tempo for their song. he was not an entire stranger to her having met previous to their betrothal’s announcement and accompanied by him to other important events but before all that… she had heard of him through gossiping tongues - the infamous prince of the stormlands, the womanizer. she never expected him to be perfect and she still doesn’t, in truth all luciya wants is to know he’s making an effort. 

       she had been kissed before, of course, but never with such need and things had never escalated beyond kisses. luciya was not a saint, that much was clear but she did value herself and always thought she wanted her future husband to be her first considering that under the eyes of the seven… he should be her last. not that she was strictly religious much like the rest of westeros but she did agree with the loyalty that marriage brought.

        for the first time in what she would like to think ever, her knees feel weak. he’s kissing all reason out of her and as he pulls back, she finds herself eager for more.  ❝ i can’t. ❞ luciya breathes out, voice all the more hushed courtesy of the lack of air in her lungs. ❝ i do not find myself wishing to stop you. ❞ 

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no no no. that was the wrong answer luciya rowan, he thinks. she cannot truly know what she is doing, what she is asking of him. surely she knows of his reputation, doesn’t she? while people tend to look past it due to his being a man, it is still something that is whispered about. he has heard it. they aren’t wrong, either. steffon is a womanizer, the type of man to charm the pants right off a woman. he simply cannot help himself.

steffon huffs a deep breath, large hands clutching her face as he continues to keep their foreheads pressed together. “that’s not what you were supposed to say,” he chuckles, briefly pushing his lips to hers again. she deserves much better, this he knows, yet he cannot bring himself to be better. she is beautiful and he is a weak man. besides, he very well could lose his life in a matter of days. if she wants this then why shouldn’t he?

the prince keeps his lips locked with hers, hands moving from her face down to firmly grip her hips. if she doesn’t stop him soon, they were surely end up in a situation that they will be unable to take back.