So, actually, therefore, the course of wisdom, what is really sensible, is to let go, is to commit oneself, to give oneself up and that's quite mad. So we come to the strange conclusion that in madness lies sanity.
roslin had long found the beauty of solitude, despite the danger of it. she could make her mind draw blanks to forget her own emotions deep down, to forget the past for a few moments in time to simply enjoy the present. though the present never showed any promise for the future, it didn’t bother her. after all, any future would be better than being stuck in this cycle of hers. so instead, she sat on the ground, her legs crossed as she watched the gray clouds above her upon this cliff she so graciously planted herself in. with flowers in hand, she began to play with them, forming a crown of flowers slowly but surely. she was a safe distance away from the ledge where she couldn’t be pushed hard enough to fall over, and not too far from her guards who seemed to enjoy their own view. her gaze fixated on her small project, she couldn’t help but hear the footsteps that approached her from behind crunching the grass beneath them. her guards had looked over but deemed it okay for her so roslin didn’t make an effort to move an inch. instead, her lyrical voice spoke ever softly. “have you come to enjoy the view?” she asked, as her soft smooth brown eyes lowered slightly as she stopped her craft-making assessed it for a moment.
♔ → westeros presents ROSLIN FREY, the LADY of HOUSE FREY. a raven sent word that she bear(s) the resemblance to ELLISE CHAPPELL. the TWENTY-SEVEN year old FEMALE was DEMURE & INTELLIGENT before the dawn of war, but have now become SECLUDED & UNSURE. when songs are sung, their verses speak of EMOTIONAL EMBRACES THAT SPEAK MORE THAN HER VOICE CAN BEGIN TO ARTICULATE, THE TRANSLATOR OF MUSIC TO HUMAN KIND, INVISIBLE BLOOD ONLY SEEN BY THE WEARER STAINED UPON ALL PREVIOUS MEMORIES. whispers throughout the seven kingdoms claim that their allegiance lies with HOUSE STARK / THEMSELVES, but fealty means little when you play the game of thrones. ( jasmine, 19, pst, she/her. )
AKLHSDFLKJHIAOWSNFD i am so excited to be back here with roslin. though, this time, i have done some renovations on my roslin portrayal just because i have had time to think about her and develop her a little bit more.
okay, some basic headcanons i put on my app!
roslin is a musician at heart, and has been raised to embrace this side of her while she could. a gift her mother gave her before she had died, roslin made sure to keep music very much present in her life while she grew older and her father demanded that she became as eligible as possible for any suitor that came along.
because her father kept her rather secluded from the world, roslin relied on books and her instruments to fill her voids of boredom. she did try to escape her quarters for the sake of even getting a glimpse of the excitement that was the world outside of her stoned walls, though she was never the best sneaker and was always found by her brothers or sisters and turned in to her father.
her siblings were rather envious of her. at least, those who gave a damn about ol' walder frey's attention and approval. she very much had the spirit of a performer and wanted to express that to the world. to teach the world the gentleness it still possessed and show that it still could be redeemed from it's wretched deeds. something her father thought quite differently about. however, he loved her still. or at least, loved her as much as he could.
roslin is said to be the most beautiful daughters walder has ever beared, and though this may be true, her siblings often had a saying that it was her beautiful personality within that made her a beauty on the outside. how could someone so sweet and so kind be seen as an ugly human being, after all?
roslin very much wanted to get married. after all, it was the only thing her life was leading up to. all ideals of marriage were being feed to the young girl and she would be a liar if she didn't admit that she very much was in love with the idea of marrying robb stark. though, that idea soon left her mind as she realized that robb stark was never meant to be wed to her. not now, perhaps not ever. he was a leader of the stark house, and perhaps the closest thing to being the true king of westeros. she couldn't possibly get in his way, with her remote understanding of the world. she doubted herself being a good wife to him, and in the end, she was happy to see him choose his path and decided not to wed her. she felt deep down, he would have regretted it.
roslin has a self-image about herself that is decent, to say the least. she knows she is beautiful, she knows she is a good person. she knows that she can probably get any man out there. however, she also knows that she is far less capable than those in dorne. she knows that she far more docile than the women who make it in this world. she feels that she wouldn't make a great leader, and she feels as though she should settle for less now instead of excelling and becoming better than she is. she feels that this person she has become is all she can be. deep down, she can be as fierce as any of her siblings. she can be as cunning as the world would require her to be. she can, yet she feels that she can't and won't be able to
basically, in summery, roslin has never understood the purpose of the war, from the very beginning. she has understood the war as a necessity for power, for a family to be higher than the rest and that this was never what the people of westeros needed. because of this, she doesn’t wish to participate in the war. yet, she has been unwilling thrown into the fire pit as a pawn of the game and never to be undone ever again. her actions have caused irreversible consequences and now she must endure what comes at her. roslin hasn’t been prepared for it, and to this day she still feels unprepared. though, with the few companions (like the Starks and the Tullys and anyone she has remotely had a conversation with), she is coming to terms with these matters slowly but surely.
bring her friends! bring her enemies, bring her potential lovers and bring her old flings. she definitely can be intimidated (though perhaps by the wrong people????) so you bet your butt there will plenty of that in a place where she is face to face with all the major players of the game of thrones. admiration? roslin doesn’t know many but she definitely admires people. people who roslin considers family? YOU BET YOUR BUTT SHE NEEDS AND WANTS THAT!
i can assure you, i will find something for our characters to be like.
just like this post and i will hop into your im’s and we can start plotting! if you have a preference for discord, you can find me @bluepolaris#9579!
Arrows crafted with dragonglass held a different feel altogether, the weight and lack of cleanliness to the rough edged arrowhead throwing off a well practiced aim. Regardless, Theon held a quiver full of black fletched arrows, and he was shooting them one after the other, gaining the feel for them and adjusting his aim and pull. Each one loosed struck closer to the center of the target than the last. His sword would be exchange for a blade of similar structure, the hilt adjusted to allow for a double handed grip and thus, a mightier swing. That would take practice as well, but between ferrying materials and assets, all Theon had was time before the next attack.
He was so focused on getting that perfect shot that he had not immediately heard someone approaching from behind. This was no range for the public, simply a single target near the shoreline for his own personal use, and anyone approaching was likely either drawn by curiosity, or a need to speak with him. The next arrow struck its mark, and Theon did little to rejoice in his success, merely reaching for the next shaft to continue familiarizing his aim and drawing it back when he heard the crunch of loose dirt behind him.
He whipped around, training his arrow on a would-be intruder in case it was someone drawing up to cut into his condemned “traitorous heart”, but immediately lowered the weapon as recognition struck. “Sorry for that, my lady. Apparently I am easily startled.” An effort at lighthearted conversation, but the heaviness was upon them all.
Roslin could acknowledge that her surroundings hadn’t necessarily been safe for her wandering, but it seemed that the outsides of dragonstone fortress proved to be far more interesting than those of the gardens indoors. the wild flowers, the maze of trees, the view of the surrounding waters, how beautiful it all seemed unlike her captivity. upon view of someone practicing their archery, she had wished to go and see if she could sit and watch them. she hadn’t been one who enjoyed the more physical practice the warriors here seemed to enjoy. perhaps it was because of the women she had come to meet, like clara who seemed to be rather skillful with the bow if rumor was correct. she seemed rather pleasant to be with, and it had been someone who seemed to be like family to her (and someone who didn’t seem to rather care too much for roslin’s head).
though, it seemed her presence came as a surprise since suddenly she came face to face with the head an arrow pointed at her heart. she stopped, slightly impressed at the fact that the archer could easily find one of her vital organs in case he did need to attack. though, it didn’t register it had been theon until he had begun to talk. she looked at him as he lowered his bow as suddenly realized how she held her breath for a moment. despite her best effort for a chuckle, all that came was a smile as she cleared her throat. “that’s alright. i believe we can all be startled quite easily with the events that have come upon us.” she remarked, not necessarily afraid to face the events that had occurred.
how she couldn’t stop thinking about her interaction, or lack thereof, with theon in the gardens. she know she shouldn’t be talking to him, or at least be cautious when doing so, she couldn’t get the idea out of her mind that perhaps there was more to him than just what the stories that were told. though, perhaps this was coming out of a desperation within her to find some sort of comfort. a true comfort from someone who understood her actions more than anyone else could. she had thought long and hard about what to do, seeing as she wasn’t quite sure how to address her feelings to someone of house stark, or anyone else. she didn’t quite trust anyone well enough. so she had to go on a whim, and hope for the best. “how long have you been practicing?” she asked, mentioning to the bow and arrow.
While he perhaps had let vanity and over-confidence cloud his vision, the young falcon had never been particularly stupid and in the more recent months he had been trying to focus himself on being that little more astute and he knew that the Vale was far from popular these days. Whispers had always been easy to ignore but now he knew that they weren’t simply hushed tones of maids gossiping over his looks or deed but instead they were disparaging whispers of how the Vale was cowardly at best or in some eyes perhaps even traitors for leaving their former allies in favour of the Lannisters. All decisions out of his control ( although perhaps he had been foolish to allow them to happen right before his eyes ) but he was filled with determination to set it right somehow.
Niceties had always come rather easily to him and while he was well practised enough to be able to address anyone convincingly, undoubtedly some were far easier to address than others. Blue gaze landed on one such face, something of a fixture from his childhood even if he had only been allowed to recognise it in more recent times. An easy smile grew across his features, shoulders square before he bows slightly in jest at the woman before him. “If it isn’t the Mysterious Lady Frey.” Usually formalities would have demanded him to ask after her well being but for once he had the wherewithal to consider circumstances and he would have wagered that none of them were truly fine. “I trust that you have been well treated?” Protectiveness was something rare from him, most of the time forgetting to care about others, but he had grown up with Cynthea and there was a fondness there that extended slightly to any relative of hers.
with all the political actions that had transpired for the past five years, and roslin’s return into isolation in order to keep herself safe from those who wished her head, her mind had always wandered back to her dear niece Cynthea. of course, they were close in age, and often times would call each other cousins more so than anything, but in the end of the day, Cynthea was her niece. roslin cared very much for her and had only sent letters when absolutely needed to make sure she was okay and well. she was one of the fortunate ones, easily able to change her last name to waynwood in order to hide persecution in case it had moved from the riverlands down to the Vale. it was of little comfort, but it was all she could rely on when she could hardly visit her in her current circumstances.
though, how could roslin worry so? the man before her had treated cynthea like his own sister, and seemed to be the type of man who would coward in the face of danger if it ever came to cynthea. despite his arrogance when they both were younger and roslin would go visit cynthea whenever she gained permission, he seemed to be changed. even if it was a little bit. she couldn’t help the smile that came on her face as he called her that title she had heard far too often as she went to grab his arms to stand him back up. “thank you, lord harrold. but no need for such formalities.” she said, a slight chuckle leaving her lips as she said such words. “of course. i feel nothing but kindness from my future in-laws.” she remarked, though it was as much of a formality as any action she could perform. how could she explain her utter confusion about her situation, and how she doesn’t quite know if she will ever be safe again, how she wishes things could go back to how they were. no, she couldn’t possibly explain that to him. “ how about yourself? how have you been? the last time i had seen you, it had been before my wedding announcement when i had gone to visit cynthea. you seemed rather occupied.” she remarked, however long that was. goodness, despite it being years behind, it had seemed only yesterday she had seen this man’s handsome face. though, his obvious disinterest had been evident from the moment her visits began.
the only girl born out of her father’s sixth marriage, soon became his prized possession. much like her mother, she was reserved, quiet, and always smiling. she had a great gift for the arts, especially in regards to music. her father had found her unchanging innocence despite the behavior of her siblings and family all around her to be admirable, and did everything in his power to hide her away from the cruel world that could take her away. the only man worthy of his daughter would be a KING. she was able to uphold her unwavering moral compass, with every action she did made out of the love of her heart. she was soon dubbed the treasure of twins castle and the unbelievable power she had over her father and her siblings could cause even the most logical of them to turn and cause a RIOT. unfortunately, she never knew of this power. if only she knew, she could have stopped their ultimate downfall. she could have saved them their lives...
“ her innocence could have been the most powerful thing in the world. ”
No doubt she knew of his name and the dark deeds that accompanied it, given that flash of surprise. How much had she heard, he wondered, and apparently is hadn’t been in great detail given her lack of disgust or horror. Frey. Frey. She was a Frey. There was a flutter of panic, her cautious step backwards mirrored by Theon now as what little comfort he’d shown began to crumble. Likely she had arrived in the company of Robb and his men, and what was to say he wasn’t lingering nearby. Theon’s loyalty may be with the Starks, but they owed absolutely nothing to him.
“Pleasure…” He replied, his voice nearly a hushed whisper, and there were so many questions piling up, but he refrained from spewing them out unchecked. He should go. He knew that. But then again, so should she, and she was making no move to do so.
The silence extended like a dark cloud, Theon swallowing nervously and once more checking for guards before daring to speak. She seemed nervous, but then, so was he. “You were the one to marry Robb.” He stated quietly. “I can imagine that is why you are here now, unless they’ve brought you for other reasons outside my knowledge.”
she knew most of the horrors of his actions, yet had also heard little whispers of his ultimate downfall, the thing that he fought so hard to receive never given to him. his own realization that he had betrayed the one family that had accepted him for who he was for a family that saw no use for him at all. so bitter, yet a lesson learned in the hardest of manners. she watched as he took a step back, a mouth opened ever so slightly as if she were going to say something. it was as if there was a sort of desperation for his company. for who could understand a traitor better than a traitor?
she stopped, however, reminding herself of her position. she had to act better than this. so she shut her mouth once more, remembering the words of her father that 'nobody liked a girl who spoke out of line'. she gripped her skirt as he spoke, though she felt like she knew what he was nervous about. a traitor to the Starks, talking to the ward of the Starks, not quite what one would desire.
"yes, i was." She answered, a slight disappointment in her words. not so much because she couldn’t marry Robb, but more so that the easiness of it would have been far better than this complicated betrayal that had occurred. “however, he wishes to focus on more diplomatic matters instead of a marriage. so i have been promised to his cousin.” she elaborated as she took a moment as she gathered her thoughts. “i know i’m probably - “ she began, before being interrupted by the sound of her name being called out by one of her guards. She looked over, then back at Theon for a second before taking a step towards the voice calling for her. “i’m sorry, i wish we had more time to talk.” she said, a bit worried for him since she knew he didn’t want anything bad to occur. “hopefully we will see each other around.” she said, curtsying to him before walking over to the voice.
“I’m coming!” she exclaimed, disappearing into the multitude of shrubbery around them.
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