the innocent flower but be the serpent underneath

Helynna Redwyne is the eldest daughter of Lord Paxter, and his wife Lady Mina Tyrell. independent roleplay, based on First Blood, the crossover verse between TVD and GOT

[ladyrosfrey]

two flowers in a garden

[ladyrosfrey]

Roslin turned to face the other woman, slightly startled, but a smile quickly wiped away any trace of shock on her face. Her expression was bright, and warm upon recognizing Helynna. “You would know, my lady, being connected to Highgarden.” She said demurely, nodding. She was blushing just slightly at Helynna’s contact; the other lady had so quickly become an intimate friend, and yet Roslyn was not used to such gestures. “But I could not help myself. It smells and looks so sweet.”

"How are you, my lady Helynna? It is such a pretty day, I am glad to see you out here. Will you join me for a time?" Roslyn had been lonely lately. Her sister Katherine had little use or affection for her, even though she was the whole reason Rosyln was at the Stark camp. Well - she knew somewhat better than that. Her father had made his wishes clear. But she did not feel comfortable seeking out the men he’d marked as her intended. She much preferred the company of women, and delighted especially in Helynna’s presence. The golden-haired lady was so delightfully smart, and interesting. Roslyn had never been so impressed with someone.

[sweet-redwyne]

Helynna smiled sweetly at Roslin's attention. "Sweetness is a good disguise for that which harm you, my love." She raised Roslin's hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss on where she's harmed herself. "Ah, but I'm not a rose myself, that honor goes to my prickly cousin." Helynna placed one more kiss on Rolin's palm before allowing her back her hand. 

"It would be my honor to join you on such a beautiful day, Lady Roslin." Helynna linked her arm with the beautiful Frey woman. "Come, My Lady, walks with my a while. Tell me me a secret or two."

[rachel-kellers]

[gguthrie]

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” 

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[ladyrosfrey]

two flowers in a garden

It’s a beautiful day. A rare afternoon of sunny skies (it always rains all day at this time of year at Riverrun, other times of year it rains all night instead). Roslyn decides to take advantage of this by taking a stroll through the garden. It is admittedly a bit sparse, but still more tenderly cared for than the one at the Twins. Her father cared little for beauty aside from that he found in his young wives. 

She sighs, gently, happily to herself as she runs her hand over a rose. A thorn pricks her and she gasps softly, bringing the stung finger instinctively to her lips. Roslyn smiles to herself. Of course it is foolish to touch a rose, but it was so beautiful. She could not help it. She loves pretty things. It is not superficial, Roslyn recognizes beauty in nearly anything.

[sweet-redwyne]

Helynna had seen little of her dear cousin, Margaery, and though she was disappointed she resolved there was no sense in being glum for long; Margaery was a Queen, and a charismatic and beautiful lady, all of those who looked upon her would be begging for her favour. Although, Margaery was still her kin, Queen or no Queen she would make time for her in the end, and Helynna never had any intention of begging. 

Instead, she had decided to dress herself in one of her finest gowns; a dress the colour of wine and embroidered with vines and flowers, she even wore a garland of yellow roses in her hair, in an attempt to viral her cousin. The dress was in the style of Highgarden so Helynna was grateful for the warm sun that shone down, days like this were rare now, autumn would end soon and winter would be upon them. Helynna's fingers traced a line of embroidered golden vines along her hip; roses and grapes alike could die when winter came, but likewise could they whether any storm. Their roots went deep, they would not be eradicated that easily. 

A certain figure drew Helynna from her thoughts, and she smiled at the sight of her. Lady Roslin Frey. "Careful, my love," Helynna called to her, noticing she had pricked herself upon a thorn. She walked towards her dear new friend and took her hand in her own. "Roses can be an dangerous as any lion, my lady."

[fuckyeahborgia]

[sweet-redwyne]

Lucrezia’s Helynna's boobs.

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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“The Free Cities…?” Roslin echoed, wondering, eyes wide as she thought about it. “I - I could not imagine…” She paused, leaning back in her seat. Her cheeks were flushed pink now. To think of herself living such a liberal life, it was amazing. And when she did try to imagine it - she found herself unable to picture any man by her side. She looked down, trying to hide her embarrassed expression. It wasn’t natural, Roslin thought, her aversion to men? Didn’t most women drive themselves to obsession over their future husbands or lovers? But Roslin had never once found herself in such a situation. She sighed gently. “Yes. Perhaps I will find another life. But now, I am content to be with my sister.”

Roslin smiled at Helynna, feeling indulged in the Lady’s mischievous look. No one had ever been like this with her; generally, she’d been ignored by her family and any visitors to the Twins. “Our secret. Sounds…exciting.” She giggled gently. “You must think me rather…dull. And yet you indulge me with your company. I appreciate it, my Lady.”

[sweet-redwyne]

"You are a sweet child, Roslin." A sweet Summer child, but as the Starks say, Winter is Coming. Autumn was on them already and soon winter would be here. Winter would be hard for all; for Roses and Lions alike, Helynna wondered how well a bridge would fair against winter. Did House Frey have it in them to remain strong throughout this war? "Your sister is lucky to have you by her side." Helynna sat forwards slightly, to cup Roslin's face in her hands. She lifted ever so slightly so she was able to stare back into the brown depth of her eyes. Helynna smiled before placing a soft kiss on her cheek and releasing Roslin from her hold. "I am sure we are to be great friend, my dear Roslin, so I must confess I do hope your sister will not steal all your time away from me."

Helynna sat back into her seat once more as she took her cup in hand and lifted it to her lips. She did have a tongue for wine, that was true enough, but Helynna enjoyed the taste of so many other things too and she was not one to be constrained to one choice. "I find you nothing of the sort, my Lady, I have found your company most enjoyable and I would rather wish to indulge further in your company, if you would permit it." 

[thesecondcrow-blog]

stefan + helynna | a meeting

[thesecondcrow-blog]

“That’s interesting,” Stefan argued, cheerfully. “Westerosi history is the most fascinating in the known world, after all. Which family were you reading about? I myself often study the Targaryens,” he admitted, pointing the nearest book emblem, depicting Queen Alysanne and her flight on Silverwing to the Wall.

[sweet-redwyne]

There was something especially sweet about this boy, something in his smile that made her want to smile too. "I quite agree, my lord. The stories are fascinating and they offer so many lessons for us to learn from." Through words on a page Helynna had seen Kings rise and fall, Kingdoms built and ravaged, she had studied the moves of those that came before to help guild the steps that she would take herself across the chessboard of Westros. She had read of the uprising of House Tyrell under the Targaryens; House Tyrell whom had waited and worked until their labor bore fruit, and now House Tyrell were the second most powerful house in Westros. House Tyrell knew how to play the game and Helynna knew to take heed of those who had come before, especially her grandmother, Lady Olena.

"I was actually reading about your own House, Lord Salvatore," Helynna smiled sweetly as she traced the image of a crow that had been drawn upon the paper. "I had just read of the War of the Wildwood, but I'm sure you know the stories better than these dusty old books and I'm sure you'd sound far sweeter telling them." Helynna tilted her head slightly, her eyes shining nearly as brightly as her eyes. She was sure she had heard this Salvatore favored songs and stories, perhaps it would give him joy to share one? And Helynna would so love to hear him speak them, she was his voice sounded sweeter than a song. "That is, if you would not mind telling it to me."

[duchessofhastings]

[thesecondcrow-blog]

stefan + helynna | a meeting

[thesecondcrow-blog]

Stefan only grinned, half embarrassed and half pleased with the compliment. The appreciation wavered as he looked at Helynna, as she reminded him of Sansa—right down to the mastery of the flowery language of court, the smile as sweet as sugar. He would not—could not—forget Sansa. But, Stefan always enjoyed making friends. Helynna Redwyne could be his newest friend.

“I would. Thank you,” said Stefan, leaning over slightly to see what she was reading. “What holds your attention today, my lady?”

[sweet-redwyne]

It was commonly told that both Salvatore men were very comely indeed; Damon with his raven black hair and eyes the colour of the summer sky, he was a man that had women swooning at his feet wherever he want, he was a man that knew his own appeal and he was a man made arrogant by it. While Stefan's looks where somewhat less striking than his brother's it made him no less handsome, while his brother was the North with ice in his veins it seemed that Stefan had some summer in him. His eyes were the green-blue of beautiful ponds that Helynna had spent many days staring into to, and the brown of his hair looked almost like gold when the sun caught it just so. Seeing him this close for the first time, Helynna could not deny that the stories had done him justice, he was fine looking indeed, but what of him past looks? "I'm afraid it's nothing too interesting, my lord," Helynna smiled as she walked back towards the large tome she had been reading. She ran her hand the page she had been reading, careful to let her fingertips barely touch the words. "I was merely reminding myself of some family histories."

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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“He has a large family indeed,” Roslin consented, giving a small nod. Her hands twisted gently in her lap. “And perhaps will forget about me, in time, when I am no longer in his sight. But if I do not marry…” A small frown came upon her lips, and her brow furrowed. “Well, what shall become of me? I do not wish to be a  - a bargaining chip, as you say - but there are other fates. Worse fates.” She pressed her lips firmly together and sat forward. Her eyes looked to Helynna’s, genuinely asking her opinion. “To what do you think a single lady may apply herself with any success?”

Roslin reached out to the cup, her fingers brushing Helynna’s lightly as she did so. She blushed, and pulled the cup towards herself, looking down at it. “I do so love tea, my Lady. I prefer it to wine on most occasions  Although being from the Arbor, you probably have a tongue for wine…” She looked away, fumbling. She’d never learned the art of smooth and easy conversation, not really. “A secret game?” The corner of her lip quirked upwards, ever so slightly. “I think…I should like that, Lady Helynna.”

[sweet-redwyne]

"Life is limitless, sweet." Roslin, the poor girl, she had been given no guidance in her life, no strength, she had been made meek by the will of men and knew nothing beyond what they told her. She had been groomed to be a lady, sweetly spoken and unquestioning, she was a lady that would marry and birth children and that was the only life that she expected of herself. "You need only do what pleases you. Take men to your bed, or whomever may please you, but you need not marry them. In the Free Cities you could escape all the barriers than confine you. Follow whichever path may please you, my lady, there are many of them."

She paused slightly at the blush that rose on her cheeks as their skin grazed and then she smiled once more. This Roslin was a precious, sweet thing, Helynna knew she would only become fonder of her in time. "It's a taste I'm rather accustomed to now, I suppose. And while the familiar is comfortable I do rather enjoy new tastes." She took a sip of the tea before placing it back onto the table. She leaned forwards slightly when she spoke again and smile ever so coyly. "Of course, Lady Roslin. Our secret."

[thesecondcrow-blog]

stefan + helynna | a meeting

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Stefan started, surprised—he thought he was very much alone. Not many would choose to spend their time in a library, of all places, when their was a war to attend to. He looked up, adopting a more formal stance and expression upon the sight of Helynna Redwyne. Out of a childhood habit and admiration for anything Southern, Stefan recalled the seat of Helynna’s family—in the Arbor, near the Whispering Sound. The sigil…he paused, considering. Grapes on a blue background. Pretty, he thought, but this time he wasn’t thinking of the House but the fair girl in front of his eyes.

“Lady Helynna,” he greeted, offering a cordial smile. “Good afternoon.”

[sweet-redwyne]

"Good afternoon," she smiled sweetly and gave a curtsey. The thoughts of her book gone, she rose to her feet and in a rustle of soft, green fabric she walked to stand before him. "I have not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance, my lord." Helynna gave him a soft smile, the smile of maid, of a blushing girl, an innocent smile that showed nothing more than adoration and sincerity. It was a smile Helynna had learnt well. "But you are just as handsome as stories say." She lowered her head as though embarrassed. "Forgive my boldness, would - perhaps would you like to take a seat with me?" 

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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Roslin’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, giving her a look not unlike that of a startled animal. “Why - because it is his job, and right, to arrange marriage for his daughters. He arranged my sister’s marriage, and now she is a Queen…” But Roslin was well aware that no Frey had ever had a match so good as Katherine, and she herself was not likely to receive the same. Her father wanted her to marry someone like Lord Damon, or even Lord Edmure Tully, but the Starks had already forged their alliance. They wouldn’t want any more Frey blood. Roslin frowned, a tiny thing on her lips. “I…would not choose,” She confessed in a small voice. “If I could. I would not marry. I do not see the appeal…”

Roslin paused, a bit flustered. She knew she shouldn’t say these things, they just…came out. This was probably why she wasn’t married already; her father had a hard time getting any respectable Lord to marry his bumbling young daughter, pretty as Roslin was. “I…am not sure what you mean.” She said slowly. “What am I supposed to do to play this game you speak of?” Her brow furrowed. “Cyvasse - I have never heard of it. My Lady?”

She was confused by such a bold and sure Lady as Helynna, but intrigued, and she could not help but move closer to her. Roslin was perched on the end of her chair, and barely paying attention to the refreshments. “Oh - well - whatever you think, my Lady.” Normally Roslin would have refused the wine (she had a delicate constitution), but all she wanted was for Helynna to go on talking.

[sweet-redwyne]

She had heard the same thing said many times over, she'd heard it said that women had no say over their own lives, that they were cattle to be sold by their fathers, little trinkets that were bought and exchanged, and sadly she heard it most often from the women. "I mean no disrespect to you, Lady Roslin, but how many daughters does Lord Walder have? How many Granddaughters?" Walder Frey had taken eight wives in his time and his descendants were numerous. In time perhaps one of his offspring found a good match, perhaps they married into good names, perhaps they found a kindly spouse, though Helynna thought it likely when it did it was merely by chance. "Then do not marry." Helynna smiled again. "If your father will not listen, occupy him with a search for suitors, as you do now, but keep your eyes closed." Helynna smiled once more, her pink lips curled and her eyes danced with a hidden mischief. "You are no bargaining chip, Lady Roslin, so do not allow yourself to be."

Helynna could not help but let out a chime of laughter, "Perhaps I could teach you?" She smiled still, a coyness playing across her lips. It was rare that Helynna was allowed to speak to freely, and it was a relief. Although she was defiant as much as was could, the constraints were tight for women, they had a place and role to play and to defy that was unthinkable.

She poured herself a cup of sweetened tea and one for Roslin too before taking her seat opposite the meek brunette once more. "Here you are, my lady," she placed the cup before her, a delicate porcelain, blue with intricate green vines and purple grapes winding their way around the cup. A cluster of grapes was no lion nor a direwolf but vines were strong and could smother all that grew beneath. "We had a traveler visit the Arbor once, he had been to Dorne though I don't think he was of Dornish blood. None the less, he knew the game Cyvasse and I asked him to teach me in secret." Helynna leaned slightly closer at the last of her confession, her voice dropping to almost a whisper. "It is a game of strategy and secret, played between two players. I can request a board if you'd like me to teach you?"

[thesecondcrow-blog]

stefan + helynna | a meeting

Unable to concentrate on training any longer, or recount another battle with fellow soldiers, Stefan took to exploring the corridors of Casterly Rock. It was something he had been putting off, since embittered with bouts of grief and exhaustion, but eventually, his curiosity got the best of him. A glimpse into the heart of House Lannister was a strange kind of amusement. It was as if he was peering into the chest of a very golden suit of armor and finding nothing but coins and various treasures—no people, no warmth. Robb’s army had made themselves at home, but the feeling of coldness lingered, as if Tywin Lannister himself watched Stefan’s every move.

Stefan’s trek gave way to the library. He paused to admire the shelves of books and scrolls stretching as high as the ceiling, the tags stirring gently in the breeze. He was so absorbed in the sight, he did not immediately notice the nearby figure of Helynna Redwyne.

[sweet-redwyne]

Hear me roar. Even in the empty corridors of Casterly Rock where no Lannister stood, Helynna could still hear the rumblings of the Lannister roar. It echoed with each footstep, it whispered in the air high up in the rafters, and stalked you where ever you went. The North had taken Casterly Rock but the presence of the lion remained; threatening, stalking, waiting. And Helynna enjoyed to listen. By all rights, they were her enemy; House Tyrell had aligned itself against the Iron Throne, against the Lannisters, and as the second most powerful house in the Reach, House Redwyne had followed. Helynna had walked down corridors brocaded and inlaid with gold, she had ran her fingers across red satin and she felt something that most certainly was not the hate she was supposed to feel. But the Northerners hated strong and Helynna had best not forget that; she had brought no garments of red with her on her travels, knowing the animosity it would bring.

Red, the colour of wine but also the colour of the lions of Casterly Rock. She had decided to wear a dress the colour of green today, she was growing bored of wearing nothing but plump and purple, and grapes grew on vines of green, did they not? Green was a Tryell colour also, green could cause no offense. She wondered what colours she would wear later in life. She would not be a Redwyne forever. Would she trade the bright colours she so commonly adorned for the colours of the North? Colours of blues and greys. She wondered how well vines grew in the cold.

Helynna had sent her handmaiden away once more, wanting some peace and quiet, alone in the library, she had discovered it a few days past and had been positively itching to spend some time there. The books and scrolls were piled high above her head; all those words, all those stories, the thought made Helynna almost dizzy. She had chosen a large tome, one that probably weighed twice the size of her, and she settled into a plush, red and golden seat and studied the histories of the Houses of Westros, both great and small. War brought so many different houses together and Helynna was not going to make the mistake of bumbling over titles or banners and making herself look ignorant. She was not ignorant.

Though her study was int erupted by the presence of a newcomer. Helynna allowed her eyes to part from the words and look to whomever had entered, and she couldn't help but smile once her eyes found him. Stefan Salvatore; second born but handsome and kindly and heir to great and old title. They were no Stark, that was true enough, but they were a powerful and old House and Helynna had heard far sweeter things about the second Salvatore son, rather than the eldest. She smiled as he turned to her, "Hello, Stefan Salvatore."

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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“Oh, I don’t know,” Roslin shook her head gently, a nervous smile on her lips. “Perhaps men are simple, but I have little interest in playing games with them. Or in even learning how. I suppose my Father would like me to - oh, well, it doesn’t matter. I am sure he will find me a husband in time, and that will be all.” She shrugged, unsure if she should have said so much. It was a bad habit of Roslin’s, not to censure herself. And it was just so easy to tell Helynna things, she wanted to.

“I do agree, my Lady, that duty to family is quite important. Though Frey is a large house - and I have many half-siblings - I do not wish to neglect any kin who should need me. I have high hopes that Katherine and I should become quite close, so that I may be a comfort to her in the hard times that lay ahead.” Unconsciously  Roslin leaned forward, intrigued by Helynna’s words. “I - I have never worried much about politics. About Kings and keeps and such. It does not matter to me who is King of what, or Lord of this or that…as long as the people I care about are happy.”

She pressed her lips gently together, thoughtful. “Perhaps you are right. Bravery is a true virtue. But one I have never possessed very strongly. You are…admirable indeed, Lady Helynna.” Roslin sat back gently as Eleria came in with her trays, and would have jumped up herself if Helynna had not done so. As it was, she was touched by the Redwyne’s generous spirit in that moment. She had always quietly judged people by how they treated servants. “Oh - yes, thank you. I would love something…”

[sweet-redwyne]

"And why should he chose your husband for you?" Helynna challenged. "You are the one that shall be wed, not him." She had made it clear to her own father that he would not chose a match for her, she was not some young child you wished for a homely, knightly husband, Helynna wanted a powerful name to give her children and a husband that would not attempt to stifle or smother her. But it was not that she cared so desperately for whom her husband may be, but rather because Helynna controlled her own destiny and she would wed who she wished, not whom she was told. "Or why chose a husband at all?" Perhaps Roslin wanted love, perhaps children but those did not necessitate marriage. She had heard of the Mormonts in the North, Lady Maege had birthed five children and the father of none was known. 

She found herself smiling again at Lady Roslin's words, such a dear, sweet thing. "And I am sure your sister shall love you dearly for it, after all, Queen is a heavy burden for some to bare." She brushed a small stray strand of hair out of Roslin's face, "I am afraid, Lady Roslin, that now is a time that none can escape politics, with so many Kings in so many corners, if we don't make our decisions they shall be made for us. We are all involved in a dangerous game now, I'd advise you learn to play." She paused. "I hear in Dorne they play Cyvasse, perhaps you would like to learn it with me one day?"

"You are too kind," Helynna smiled sweetly as she walked to Eeria's side. "Would you prefer spiced wine or some honeyed tea?" She asked. "Personally, I have enough of wine at The Arbor, but I am assured it's one of The Arbor's finest vintage."

[fuckyeahborgia]

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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Roslin blushed and looked down, grinning nervously. “If you say so, my Lady. I have never been much at charming menfolk.” As my father loves to remind me. “But I suppose they will all be too busy to worry about us. Even my sister is so terribly preoccupied with war duties that I rarely see her.” She looked up, pausing a moment, lips pressing gently together. “It is not so exciting as you may think, Lady Helynna.”

She sat up a bit straighter, trying to look positive. It was her duty, after all. “But I am proud to be here to support her. Though she is a Stark now, I hope it is some comfort for her to have a member of her former House at her side, whenever she should have need of me.” She threaded her hands together in her lap and studied Helynna with a gentle curiosity. “I am sure you understand, being Queen Margaery’s family and companion,” Roslin offered, smiling kindly. She did not want to neglect the other girl’s feelings. “I do agree it can be somewhat dull. Waiting. But excitement can be…dangerous.”

[sweet-redwyne]

This Roslin was a sweet thing, as sweet as honey, and Helynna did love the taste of honey. "Men are simple enough creatures, My Lady, they're not too difficult to charm once you know the ways." Men had love for a pretty face and lips that were good for kissing and little else; they loved to hear compliments but any other words were a bore. Men were simple enough, as were the things that they loved, but a women skilled was something to be feared. "How cruel of them." Helynna smiled coyly. "Kinslaying is as grave a sin as Kingslaying, it is not? Duty to the realm is as important as duty to a family," she kept her face smooth for a moment, a look of deathly seriousness playing in her eyes before she broke out into a smile once more. "My cousin is as precious to me as your sister is to you, as I am sure we are to them. And we have three Kings in Westros already, do we not, My Lady? But I only have only cousin Margaery and you only one sister Katherine. Kings may be replaced but not our kin, so our duty to them must be stronger, do you agree?"

Her smile returned once more at the young Lady's doubts, but part of her was saddened, she should not doubt her power so. Women had a power men could never dream of, they could fight for thrones if they pleased but women did not need swords, they had subtler, keener methods of combat. Roslin Frey had been smothered beneath the weight of men, crushed, made afraid and doubtful, she had not had a grandmother like Lady Olenna to teach her the truth; Walder Frey had crushed her and made her weak. But she was under Walder Frey's thumb no longer. "Everything is dangerous if you allow it be. You ride a horse, don't you Lady Roslin? Lords have been thrown from their horses before, left crippled and much worse, but should that stop us from riding horses?" Helynna tilted her head slightly before giving Roslin a softer smile this time. "The world is a frightening place if we allow to scare us, the trick is not letting it."

Helynna's head turned as her handmaiden returned, in the crook of her arms she held a flagon of wine and a pot of honeyed tea while balancing plates of cakes and tarts in her hands. Helynna raised to her feet at the sight of her, "Oh, Eeria you should have asked for help carrying, you needn't have done it all by your self." She rose to her handmaiden's side, taking the plates from her and placing them on the table. She waited until Eeria had placed the flagon and pot on the table beside them, "Would you like some tea or wine, Lady Roslin?"

[sweet-redwyne]

Sweet and ripe | Roslin & Helynna

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“Oh my - I apologize -” Roslin, flustered, let Helynna guide her without a bit of protest. Though she did not know the girl, there was something commanding about her, and Roslin had a tendency to bow under any confident presence. She felt suddenly nervous, heart speeding up like a little trapped bird fluttering about, but it would have been rude to try and disengage. She was just so surprised that someone wanted to talk to her.

“Are we - are we supposed to be in here?” Roslin asked tentatively, looking around the clearly Lannister-owned room. It was full of lion-themed riches, probably belonging to one Lord Tywin’s nephews or nieces. “I -” She tried to catch up to the Lady, as she had released Roslin’s arm and sat before she’d even had time register the actions. “I am Roslin Frey, sister of Queen Katherine Stark.” She introduced herself, bowing her head politely, before settling into a seat across from Helynna. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” She wasn’t lying. Roslin had been so bored, so lonely…and there was something fascinating about Lady Redwyne. Roslin’s eyes took it all in - gold-spun locks and wide eyes, beautiful dress…she was terribly impressed. She’d never been able to look so fashionable, so pretty.

[sweet-redwyne]

Helynna smiled at Roslin's hesitation, she had confidence enough for the both of them. "Don't you worry about that, these Northern men may have ice in their blood but it's nothing that can't be melted by a smile." Helynna demonstrated by flashing Roslin with another sweet smile. "If the men want to get their feathers ruffled by a couple of simple ladies, well, I shan't interfere." Men had a fatal flaw, they underestimated women; all they had to do was don the big, round doe eyes and simper and plead and men would do what they wanted. Surely, it could be embarrassing at times but it gave a control that men didn't even know you had, and Helynna knew many others. 

She gave a quick pat on the seat opposite her, eager for Roslin to sit down. "Queen Katherine, how very exciting," she exclaimed. She sat so close to Queens and Kings and yet it was something so very far away. Helynna would never sit upon a throne, never had a crown placed upon her head; had she been a Tyrell rather than a Redwyne, it may have been different. She knew what they called her brothers, Horror and Slobber, they were merely a joke to them, but none would laugh at Helynna. "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Roslin. All this business of war is dreadfully boring, don't you agree? I suppose I expected it to be more interesting somehow."