#gerold royce

[chasingthedragons]

Armors of House Royce

1 - LADY RHEA ROYCE in her bronze armor 2 - SER GEROLD ROYCE in his bronze armor

> HIGHTOWER > VELARYON > TARGARYEN > STRONG > BARATHEON

[elleinmotion]

I know it’s your story and I would never actually demand that you write this…but I would kill for the technically polite but definitely bitchy back and forth that went on between Gerold and Otto while negotiating Alyssa’s and Aemond’s marriage settlement.

Otto, trying to get more dragonriders: And of course the children will have a chance to claim dragons of their own—

Gerold: And bankrupt ourselves feeding the damn things? Not all of us have access to the royal treasury, Lord Hand. The old war machine lounging in our backyard already eats plenty of our sheep. We don’t want DRAGONS we want the Royce name to continue, with insurance that if they’re only blessed with daughters they won’t have their inheritance swiped from under them.

Otto: We’ve made our position on the issue of inheritance clear. Andal tradition clearly states—

Gerold: Good thing we’re First Men then.

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"Imagine having the gall to offer such a pithy sum for your own grandson," scoffed Gerold Royce, tossing the be-ribboned, embossed, stamped and thoroughly wax-riddled parchment down on the table heaped with older letters of the same nature.

Jeyne Arryn discarded one lap dog, shuffling over the black and white dust mop masquerading as a canine to sweet Jessa who sat sidelong making copies of Jeyne's backlog of correspondence. The blonde-haired beauty took Jeyne's offering of dog with a tutting noise and all the usual fuss she gave to each and every one of their animals.

Just as soon as one was out of her lap, another dog leapt up to occupy it. One of the golden, fluffy beasts Jessa favored. It circled her lap twice, crinkling her silk gown before declaring itself satisfied with a whuff as it coiled into a fuzzy lump.

It was the latest in a series of letters traded by raven between the Eyrie and the Red Keep. By now, the damned birds were so accustomed to the route that they fairly manifested in the Eyrie's rookery like clockwork.

Such had been the routine since dear Lyssie and the rest of the Royce household had quit Runestone to shuffle to the Eyrie, a united and centralized front in the bureaucracy that was dithering in marriage contracts with the likes of Otto Hightower for the past two moons.

Jeyne plucked up the letter Gerold discarded, scanning Otto Hightower's cramped, atrocious handwriting for the gist of what set Gerold off as particularly miserly in a series of other extraordinary concessions the Hand was making in the contracts.

No doubt Otto would expect something of Jeyne and the Royces for the gracious allowances he was making with these negotiations.

Still, it was gratifying to see all the written arm-twisting they'd executed pay off when Otto Hightower's hardline demands started crumbling away in the face of making this marriage happen for his grandson.

"I wonder how Prince Aemond would take it if he found out his grandsire is trying to offer him for less than a Tarly girl would fetch if she married a Fossoway..." she mused.

"Thoroughly put out, I'd imagine," Jessa chirped. Then, sobering, "...might we dress it up for Lyssie instead of stating plainly that it was such a low sum? Certainly it might be a bit...insulting to hear of that in trade for a bridegroom? This is all so very backwards! I'm not certain of how to put it, marriage sums for a man instead of doweries for a lady."

"Absolutely not," Gerold almost shouted that bit from down the table. "You've not seen my niece at a horse fair, Lady Redfort. The girl's an absolute fiend for bargains and she's likely to be over the moon for it. Aemond Targaryen at a bargain! I'll never hear the end of it from her when she's trying to wheedle me for bigger sums for the smithy budget."

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 5: We Light the Way, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhea Royce: *goes off hunting in a horse*

Daemon: *appears out of nowhere*

Rhea: Ah, look who it is.

Daemon: *pokerface*

Rhea: So, you here to fuck a sheep?

Daemon: *approaches the horse*

Horse: Aw, hell naw

Rhea: *falls off the horse and breaks her bones*

Daemon: *stares at her* k bye.

Rhea: Craven!

Daemon: *grabs a rock* bitch, wtf did you say?!

. . . . .

Alicent: Daddy, wait. Please don't go.

Otto: the king wants me gone.

Alicent: But dad-

Otto: You've made your choice.

Alicent: Hey, you got yourself fired. All because you want Aegon to be heir.

Otto: Listen, if your hubby dies and your bff sits on the throne, bitches across the 7 kingdoms won't have it. And she'll kill your babies.

Alicent: No, she won't. She's my bff.

Otto: Can't believe you're still in denial.

Alicent: ...

Otto: Look, just prep Aegon to rule and everything will be fine.

Alicent: uh...sure?

Otto: k bye.

. . . . .

Laenor: *spars with his bf*

Viserys: *arrives at Driftmark*

Laenor: oh shit, it's the king. Be cool.

Laenor and Joffrey: *bows*

Lyonel, to Laenor: Where tf is your dad? He should be here.

Laenor: uh...

Laena: Welcome to High Tide!

Lyonel: wtf is this how you greet your king?

Laena: my dad just got back from travelling. He's in the hall waiting for you.

Lyonel: wtf-

Viserys: dude, chill. let's just get on with it.

. . . . .

Larys: A pretty flower shouldn’t be here.

Alicent: What?

Larys: *points to a flower bush* No, I mean this flower shouldn’t be here, but it is. Anyway, so sorry about your dad being fired.

Alicent: Your dad took his place so...

Larys: Yeah, but I heard-

Alicent: Ok, let’s just cut to the chase. Wtf do you want?

Larys: Well, I saw the maester give princess Rhae-Rhae some Plan B tea in her chambers the same day your dad was fired.

Alicent: Plan B tea?

Larys: I do hope she’s ok though *winky face*

Alicent: Of course, she’s ok. She off to Driftmark with her dad.

Larys: Oh, goody! She’s ok. Glad I was wrong.

Alicent: *questions everything she knows*

. . . . .

Laena: *leads the king to the hall of nine*

Laena, pulling Rhaenyra aside: Come on, Couz. Meetings are so boring, Let’s go to the kitchen and eat.

. . . . .

Corlys: S’up, Viserys. Miss me?

Viserys: *coughs*

Corlys: Dude, you ok? Wanna sit down?

Viserys: *literally coughing* I’m fine.

Rhaenys: *storms in* Hi cousin!

Viserys: *looks ready to faint* Hey, princess.

Rhaenys: You look terrible. You ok?

Viserys: Yeah, yeah, I’m good.

Corlys: So, Lyonel, you got promoted? Congrats, bro.

Lyonel: *blushing* Oh, stop it you.

Corlys: Nah, Otto is a cunt. That bitch should’ve seen it coming. Btw, I’m sorry about your sis-in-law.

Viserys: What?

Corlys: Daemon’s wife is dead.

Rhaenys: Hunting accident. What a waste.

Viserys: *thoughts* wtf am I supposed to do with this info?

Viserys: Anyway, that’s not what I’m here for. I think your son should marry by daughter.

Corlys and Rhaenys: ...it’s a deal!

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: We both don’t wanna get married.

Laenor: Couz, you and I are cool. So, it’s ok, I guess.

Rhaenyra: Bitch, please. I know.

Laenor: Know what?

Rhaenyra: That you’re gay.

Laenor: ...

Rhaenyra: Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell anyone.

Laenor: ...

Rhaenyra: Our dads want this to happen, but...

Laenor: What are you saying?

Rhaenyra: I’m saying we produce an heir and then after, we can fuck whomever we want, that alright?

Laenor: omfg, that’s a great idea! It’s a deal.

. . . . .

Corlys: Where’s Laenor?

Rhaenys: He’s hanging out with Rhae-Rhae.

Corlys: Getting to know each other? Nice.

Rhaenys: Babe, they grew up together. They already know each other. But that’s not the main tea.

Corlys: What do you mean?

Rhaenys: You know our son’s gay, right?

Corlys: Babe, it’s just a phase.

. . . . .

Joffrey: So she knows?

Laenor: Yep.

Joffrey: And she’s ok with it?

Laenor: We have no choice.

Joffrey: Huh. Then you’ll need a sworn sword.

Laenor: That’s where you come in, babe.

Joffrey: But who do you think her boy toy is?

Laenor: Idk, honestly.

. . . . .

Criston: Marry me and let’s run away together.

Rhaenyra: What?

Criston: I said, marry-

Rhaenyra: I heard you the first time. Again, what?

Criston: Well, I-

Rhaenyra: I’m the f*cking heir to the iron throne! Why would I wanna do that?

Criston: …

Rhaenyra: But it’s ok. Laenor’s gay so we can still…you know. *Wink-wink*

Criston: So I’m your whore?

Rhaenyra: Well, if you put it that way-

Criston: Wtf *walks out*

Rhaenyra: No, wait-

. . . . .

Alicent: So, Ser Criston, you’re Rhae-Rhae’s sworn sword, right?

Criston: Yes.

Alicent: When her uncle came back, I heard the princess-

Criston: ALRIGHT! I’LL TELL YOU. IT WAS ME. I DID IT. WE DID IT. THERE IT’S OUT! I’M SO SORRY, QUEEN ALI. IF YOU’RE GOING TO PUNISH ME, JUST GIVE ME A MERCIFUL DEATH.

Alicent: Wtf

Alicent: That bitch lied to me.

. . . . .

Jason: So, you have made a great match for princess Rhae-Rhae, I see.

Rhaenyra: Thanks, Ser Jason. And I know, he’s a much better match than you.

Jason: *applies milk of the poppy to burned area*

Viserys and Rhaenyra: *Mental high-fives*

. . . . .

Velaryons: *knows how to make a grand entrance*

Crowd: *applauds*

. . . . .

Criston: *sees the Laenor*

Criston: *thoughts* She’s marrying this gay mofo instead of me? Wtf

. . . . .

Joffrey: *bows to the king and princess*

Rhaenyra, to Laenor: Omfg that’s your bf, right?

. . . . .

Daemon: *arrives uninvited*

Daemon: WHAT’S UP, BITCHES! I’M BAAACK!

Crowd: *gasps*

Rhaenyra: Yay, uncle’s back!

Viserys: WTF

. . . . .

Alicent: *competes with the Velaryons in making a grand entrance*

Larys: Ooh, she wearing green. You know what this means.

Harwin Strong: What?

Larys: Wtf bro? Like the beacon of the hightower.

Harwin: …

Larys: When Oldtown calls its bad bitches to war, you know what color it glows?

Harwin: Green?

Larys: Good, you’re catching on.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra and Laenor: *dances together*

Criston and Joffrey: *being salty af*

. . . . .

Gerold Royce: In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes.

Daemon: I’m sorry, who tf are you?

Gerold: I’m your dead wife’s cousin.

Daemon: Oh, right. Such a terrible thing. She’s dead.

Daemon: Sad, I know. Anyway-

Gerold: It ain’t an accident and you know it.

Daemon: Ooh, you confessing to your crimes?

Gerold: No, bitch, I’m accusing you.

Lyonel: *thoughts* Tf did I just hear?

Viserys: *thoughts* Omfg Daemon killed his wife.

Daemon: Really? Anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Maybe we could talk about my inheritance?

Gerold: Inheritance?

Daemon: Dude, we have no kids. That means Runestone is mine because when you’re married, everything is conjugal.

Gerold: Wtf

Daemon: That’s right, I’ll go the eyrie after my niece’s wedding to discuss it. See ya soon.

. . . . .

Joffrey: I have some tea for you.

Laenor: What?

Joffrey: So I figured out who Rhae-Rhae’s boy toy is.

Laenor: Who is it?

Joffrey: it’s Crispy Coleslaw over there. He’s been salty the entire time. Also, she has good taste.

. . . . .

Daemon: *flirts with Laena*

Laena: *flirts back*

Rhaenyra: *get jealous and dances harder*

. . . . .

Joffrey: Hi

Criston: I’m on watch. Wtf do you want?

Joffrey: Let’s get something straight. I know you’re tapping the princess.

Criston: *sweating nervously* Wtf are you talking about?

Joffrey: Look dude, I like Laenor, you like Rhae-Rhae. We should make pinky-swears to protect them and their..secrets. If no one spills the tea, we’ll all be fine.

Criston: *internally screaming*

. . . . .

Laenor: *affectionately hugs Joffrey in public*

Corlys: Tf is this kid doing?

Rhaenys: What did I tell you?

. . . . .

Daemon: *pulls Rhaenyra into the dancing crowd*

Viserys: Wtf daemon! Right in front of my f*cking salad?

Also, Viserys: *continues eating while aggressively staring*

. . . . .

Daemon: So, is this what you want?

Rhaenyra: Tf do you care what I want?

Daemon: Laenor’s ok, I guess. But this isn’t for you, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: It’s just like you said, it’s political, nothing more.

Daemon: Btw, my wife’s dead.

Rhaenyra: Really? Why don’t you take me then?

Daemon: What?

Rhaenyra: Is this not what you want? I’m not married yet. You have a chance.

Rhaenyra: Take me to Dragonstone and let’s get married. You game?

Daemon: *grabs Rhae-Rhae’s neck*

Alicent: Wtf am I seeing?

Viserys: *stands in anger* Daemon, you son of a bitch!

Daemon: *kisses Rhaenyra in the middle of the court*

. . . . .

*Fight breaks out in the middle of dancing*

Viserys: Wtf is going on?

Rhaenyra: Laenor, it’s your bf!

Laenor: What?

Laenor: *runs to Joffrey’s aid and attacks Crispy Coleslaw*

Criston: *kicks Laenor aside* Stand back, bitch!

Viserys: Where tf is Rhaenyra?

Lyonel: Harwin, get the princess.

Harwin: Yes, dad. *grabs Rhae-Rhae and carries her like a sack of potatoes*

Criston: *aggressively stabs Joffrey to death in front of everyone*

Joffrey: *Lies dead in the pool of blood*

Laenor: *sees Joffrey’s body and cries like a drama queen*

. . . . .

Laenor and Rhaenyra: *gets married despite the bloody feast*

Laenor: *sad because his bf died*

Viserys: *faints*

. . . . .

Criston: *decides to end his life*

Alicent: Hey, wtf are you doing? Don’t do it!

. . . . . . . . . . . .

I was bored so I did this. 🤣 I'll probably do this with the other episodes too. So excited for the next episode. Gonna miss Milly Alcock and Emily Carey and kudos to them for playing such amazing and complex characters.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone, cousin to Rhea Royce.

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Very Bereft Indeed

[zuzcreation]

Owen Oakeshott as Gerold Royce in House of the Dragon (x6)

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

HOTD 1x05: Daemon vs Ser Gerold Royce

- “In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens. - Who are you? - Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone. I am cousin to your late lady wife.  - Yes. Terrible thing. I’m positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.  - You know better than anyone, it was no accident.  - Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold? - I am making an accusation. - In King’s Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cunts like you. The truth is, I’m glad you’ve come. I wish to speak to you about my inheritance.  - What inheritance? - Lady Rhea and I had no heirs. As her husband, whatever she was due now passes to me. She stood to inherit all of Runestone. Did she not? After my niece’s wedding, I plan to fly to the Eyrie and petition Lady Jeyne myself. Perhaps I’ll see you there, Ser Gerold.”

Loved it.

[imjulia-andilikecats]

Gerold Royce, to Daemon: Would you like me to write your name backwards, Prince Daemon?

Daemon: Why not. Shot.

Gerold: