TW for mentions of grooming and implied sexual assault.
LADY HELOIYS SERRETT. The Pearl of Silverhill. The King's Sapphire Heart. Little Mouse. Lady Squeak.
Lady Heloiys Serrett was born in 280 AC to Ser Cedric Serrett—nephew to Lord Serrett—and Lady Shierle Lydden—widow of a Brax—at her mother's childhood home of Deep Den.
A certain mislike did her paternal great-uncle bear for her father, having ousted him from Silverhill on the eve of her elder sister's birth five years before. Nearly did it bring an end to her mother, when she was then forced to birth the girl in a wheelhouse on a roadside, with naught but one sole blind and wrinkled septa to oversee the labor.
When her mother ultimately died in 285 AC, she had not gone from childbirth, but another ailment—a weakening of the body that had allowed Greyscale to rot away at her flesh. Ser Cedric tore his weeping children and step-children from their mother, and barred her in her chambers until the sounds of her madness ceased. Only then did he unlock his wife's chamber, to find her half-statue, half-corpse.
Heloiys had been peeking from behind him. She was not meant to be there, but she was a quiet and careful child. Quieter still was her youngest sister Myrielle, who followed her around without much conscience, for both were so little.
The girls caught a glimpse of their mother, and let out the smallest of squeaks. Their father heard the pair, and turned upon them. "If you do not abide the Gods, so will become of you. All that is beautiful, will be spoiled." He told them, before bidding them to pray for their mother's soul with their elder siblings.
Father was not cruel, he loved her well. His "Little mouse" he called her. His only wish was to guide her, and ensure her happiness. A path, he would set for her, and that path she would follow.
Following her mother's demise, her great-uncle, in his pity, would invite her father and her full-blooded siblings to return to Silverhill, but only if he left behind her step-siblings. They were old enough to be on their own now and they were not her father's blood. What use did he have for them?
Before her great-uncle, she and her siblings were presented. All six of them, with her the second-to-last in line, and the second of the daughters. Lord Serrett was most pleased with her, it seemed. As upon her other sisters he did naught but glance, but as he saw her, he pinched her cheek and laughed, "With that smile, you may be mistaken for a little pearl!"
Fond of crocus flowers and larkspur, her great-uncle would walk her through the gardens of Silverhill and insist they were weeds, and that she needed to pluck each-and-every one for luck. Her chambers grew to overflowing in their perfume, so much so that her great-uncle would dedicate a gallery to the collection to give her little nose a reprieve.
Lemons became her second-great-love, although she loathed their sourness, she adored in equal measure when they were baked into something sweet. Her and Myrielle used to sneak lemon cakes into her bedchambers and nibble on them as they gossiped about their elder sibling's misadventures.
Learned would she be made in music, arithmetic, the histories, and writing. Though dance would be chief among them all, as she would flee from her septas, from their borish lessons regarding how to spell thee King's name, forfeiting them for her dance-master's easy charm and step. When Lord Silverhill discovered the breach, he had the dance master whipped and sent away. Heloiys could not understand why, he had only ever kissed her cheek.
Father—oh father was furious. Though he believed of her that she had not sullied herself, he would not risk his prized girl's good name any longer. In 294 AC, a vacancy would open in the Queen's household and she would be placed in the role of a lady's companion to Queen Cersei.
Her family would follow her to King's Landing, taking up apartments in the Red Keep as her father vied for the King's favor.
As the youngest of the Queen's ladies, Heloiys found herself less of a companion to the queen and more of a playmate to the young Princess Myrcella, who clung to her as sweet Myrielle once had. The two enjoyed games of come-into-my-castle and monsters-and-maidens and trading each other's dolls.
As she grew at the side of the Queen, she also grew to draw the eyes of the King. Her father insisted that if he gave her a gift, she must take it, for it was cruel to deny a king, who was like to the Gods she knelt to each night at her bedside. Whenever at feasts or dances, her father thrust her forth to entertain the King and though the Queen grew weary, what was Heloiys but a mere slip of a girl who was her poor imitation?
She began to be told by her father that yellow best complimented her rosy complexion and sunny hair. It was the King's color and it did her proud, to her father, it was a sign. Heloiys was meant to be a Baratheon queen and not to that fool of a boy Joffrey, but the drunkard Robert's queen.
Galloping beside the king on hunts in the Kingswood became her pastime, triumphing over dolls and play. Renly would accompany them, and it was Renly who danced with her when the King could not dance, Renly who took her favor at tourneys the King could not battle in, and allowed her on his arm when he visited the shop of an armorer—that was when she learned to always keep coin on her—Renly who told her she deserved better than his fat, grotesque brother.
Better, was something she had never thought herself for. Was the King not the best to be seen for her? In any case, she had given her maidenhead to him, shut her eyes and endured, and once the Queen died—father declared she would soon enough and father was always right—Heloiys would be Robert's queen, and that wicked Joffrey would get himself killed before his time, surely. Tommen could be made heir and her son by the king, a spare.
It had to be so, because father said it would be and the Gods told her it would be in her dreams. If not, what had any of her wretchedness been for?
The Queen took to calling her names. "Lady Squeak" became a favorite, as she squealed whenever the Queen called for her attention. Cersei could not rid herself of the girl without Robert's rage, she had learned that well after accusing the girl of stealing a sapphire necklace. To which, on discovery of the alleged thievery, Robert gave Heloiys the necklace, and a set of earrings and bracelets to match.
When the King was injured by a boar while hunting, as always, Heloiys had been at his side with the rest of the King's party. On return to the Red Keep, Cersei would implore the girl come to her chambers. She informed her that Robert would die and when he did, Heloiys would be ruined. Thus, she presented her with a choice.
Either Ser Meryn could beat her, and perhaps she would survive long enough to warrant the Queen's pity, but she would survive the court's disgust, or she could take a goblet of milk laced with what was supposed to be a lethal dose of sweetsleep, and she could wake from her dreams of daring to usurp the queen.
She chose the goblet, and indeed she woke. Not in the Seven Hells or Heavens, but half-broken and sluggish in the mud outside the Red Keep's walls. The world around her felt thick and dreary at her fingertips, though she stalked and stumbled her way through the streets. "Renly's fled!" She heard someone say, and that she knew was a foretelling of misery.
With luck, she still kept a small satchel of coins hidden in the pocket of her torn skirts. Heloiys could get to Renly, if she found someone to take her. While wandering, she fell into a boy, tall and strong and handsome in the way smoke curls above fire. Somewhere in the haziness of her mind, she recognized him. He was in a group of boys set out for the Night's Watch—one was scrawnier than the others and could not have been older than ten or eleven—he too, seemed familiar.
Tall and strong, he could protect her on the journey ahead. Heloiys pushed herself out of the boy's arms and instead thrust out her tiny bag of coins, "Help me." she plead as she tried to recollect—who was Renly marrying again, Margaery Tyrell?
If she could get to Highgarden, to Renly's side, she would be safe.
This boy, she would have to trust to keep her safe until then.
Standard disclaimer, I am not claiming to be an expert in biology and genetic traits aside from basic comprehension of Punnett squares and dominate vs recessive traits. It would be unrealistic if all of Rosalind’s children (did or did not) look exactly like her, however statistically that is probable though unlikely- not to mention boring. Yeah, yeah, the likely hood of twins is rare (there’s a weird amount in books from House Lannister)- I’m attributing it to the Old/New Gods.
This is in the process of being filled out more. Don’t worry. All of their face claims are of full grown people because who wants to look at a bunch of random babies. Also if you haven’t gathered, Rosalind and Trystane fuck a lot. Eventually she goes on moon tea, hot damn that’s a lot of children.
History: First born child of Rosalind in the year 299 AC in King’s Landing. His twin, Winona, was born shortly after him. Tyrus is the third son of Lord Tywin Lannister and is the lawful lord heir of Casterly Rock. He was named in part after his father (Tywin = TYrus / WINona) by also following the historical traditions of male heirs (Tytos, Tywin, Tywald, Tygett, Tyrek, etc). Upon arriving in Dorne, Tyrus is accepted as a ward of Prince Doran Martell. Later he will join his twin at Highgarden to train as a knight with Ser Loras and receive different lordship teachings. Tyrus remains loyal to Dorne and greatly appreciates his mentor- the ruling Prince.
Personality: nicknames the golden lion’s pride,
Appearance: Tyrus has fair skin with light golden blond hair and dark emerald green eyes. Tyrus’s face claim is Bradley James as ‘Arthur Pendragon’ from Merlin, gif made by user “srndptyjimin”.
2. WINONA LANNISTER
~ Princess of the Five Kingdoms
History: Second born child, first daughter, of Rosalind in the year 299 AC in King’s Landing. Her twin, Tyrus, was born a few minutes before her. Winona is the second daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister and is betrothed to Aegon Targaryen. She was named by Tywin (Tywin = TYrus / WINona) after Rosalind suggested Joanna- something her lord husband did not appreciate. After arriving in Dorne and being welcomed as a guest in Sunspear it is arranged for the young Lady Winona to travel to Highgarden to be a ward of Lady Margaery. In Rosalind’s mind, Winona most resembles her sister Sansa. She is another young girl who is the near perfect embodiment of a Lady- something that Rosalind realizes is what her own mother wanted her to be.
Personality: Winona is naturally shy and modest, despite becoming a beautiful young woman. Her reserved nature almost caused Aegon Targaryen to break their long standing engagement soon after they first met each other. // possible nicknames, beauty golden light,
Appearance: Winona has fair skin with dark golden blonde hair and light jade green eyes. Winona’s face claim is Eleanor Tomlinson as ‘Georgiana Darcy’ from Death Comes to Pemberley, gif made by user “elyzas-archive”.
3. ELIANNA MARTELL
~ Ruling Princess of Dorne
History: third born child, second daughter, of Rosalind in the year 302 AC in Sunspear. Elianna is named after both Rosalind’s and Trystane’s aunts, Lyanna and Elia, who both died during Robert’s Rebellion. Elianna is the first daughter of Prince Trystane Martell and is first inline for the ruling heir (will clarify later about Arianna and Quentyn, basically they are younger now) and is a Princess of Dorne. In Rosalind’s mind,
Personality: possible nicknames or titles, the winter viper,
Appearance: Elianna has tanned fair skin with unruly curls of fire red hair and warm sunlight brown eyes. Elianna’s face claim is Rachel Hurd-Wood as "Laura Richis’ in Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, gif made by user “thegifs-queen”.
4. JAYCEN MARTELL
~ Prince of Dorne
History: Fourth born child, second son, of Rosalind in the year 303 AC in undecided location probably Sunspear. Jaycen (pronounced like Jason but with the added twist of ‘jay’, like the bird, and ‘cen’ like scent) is the first son of future ruling Prince Trystane Martell. He goes by Jace as a shorthand or nickname for informal occasions.
Personality:
Appearance: Jaycen has olive skin with wavy onyx black hair and light caramel brown eyes. Jaycen’s face claim is Santiago Cabrera as ‘Lancelot’ in Merlin, gif made by user “loveconstablecrabtree”.
5. DAYMOND MARTELL
~ Prince of Dorne
History: Fifth born child, third son, of Rosalind in the year 304 AC. Daymond is the second son of future ruling Prince Trystane Martell. He goes by Dany as a nickname, shorthand version of his full name, when not in formal company.
Personality:
Appearance: Dany has olive skin with straight obsidian black hair and dark rocky brown eyes. Daymond’s face claim is Osacar Isaac as 'Orestes’ in Agora, gif made by user “innueendo”.
6. IRENE MARTELL
~ Princess of Dorne
History: Sixth born child, third daughter of Rosalind in the year 305 AC at an undecided place. Irene is the second daughter of future ruling Prince Trystane Martell. Irene is particularly close with her cousins the Sand Snakes.
Personality:
Appearance: Irene has olive skin with wavy raven black hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. Irene’s face claim is Aiysha Hart as ‘Princess Ariadne’ in Atlantis, gif made by “sansadaynes”.
7. SERENA STARK
~ Heir of the North
History: Seventh born child, fourth daughter, to Rosalind in the year 306 AC. Serena is the third daughter of Prince Trystane Martell. While Serena is the lawful daughter of the Dornish Prince, she will not inherit Sunspear due to Rosalind and Trystane deciding to name her Stark and being declared the joint heir of Winterfell alongside her younger twin Robb II (fulfilling the command of Lord Tywin to King Robb years before at Rosalind’s first wedding). Serena was also born in Winterfell after the events of season eight.
Personality:
Appearance: - Serena has fair skin with straight chestnut brown hair and light sapphire blue eyes. While Serena shares a common face claim with Rosalind they are not identical (Ros more resembles Adelaide Kane as Queen Mary). Serena’s face claim is Anna Popplewell as ‘Susan Pevensie’ in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, gif by “daily-narnia”.
8. ROBB STARK II
~ Heir of the North
History: Eighth born child, fourth son, of Rosalind in the year 306 AC. Robb II is the third son of Prince Trystane Martell. While Robb II is the lawful son of the Dornish Prince, he will not inherit Sunspear due to Rosalind and Trystane deciding to name him Stark and being declared the joint heir of Winterfell alongside his older twin Serena (fulfilling the command of Lord Tywin to King Robb years before at Rosalind’s first wedding). Robb II was also born in Winterfell after the events of season eight.
Personality: nicknames, the grey wolf
Appearance: Robb II has fair skin with wavy russet brown hair and dark stormy grey eyes. No, he is not a copy paste version of King Robb nor is he that same Robb reincarnated. He resembles his uncle greatly but Robb II’s eyes are a different color and his hair is darker brown. Robb II face claim is Richard Madden as ‘Robb Stark’ in seasons one to three, gif made by user “drain-seeker”.
Lady Adalysa had barely met her thirty-ninth year when she would go into labor with her eighth daughter, the seventh among her children with Ser Leowyn Tully.
It began with her lady-in-waiting and oldest friend, Lady Florence Beesbury, storming into the chambers of Lord Edmure, at the hour of the nightingale. She demanded the presence of midwives and maesters in her lady's chamber. Lord Edmure made no question of it, even as the moon had scarcely welcomed its third turn, and his good-sister was not supposed to give birth for another three turns.
Ser Leowyn, her husband, had already risen at the hour of the wolf, as by the following hour servants reported that he had set off from Riverrun to go hawking in the early morning, asking oft he was to do. Lord Edmure would go off to retrieve him, leaving his lady-wife Roslin at the side of his good-sister.
The labor itself was not long, lasting but four hours. Lady Roslin had experienced worse with her children. Yet, the babe was so small.
"She will be my little flower, and she shall grow with my love." Lady Adalysa is believed to have said upon being allowed to hold her daughter.
Lord Edmure would arrive in the chamber sometime after, having recovered his younger brother. Ser Leowyn stumbled in as his brother shoved him forth, eyes wide. He staggered, kissing his wife's forehead before gathering the little babe in his arms.
Previously, Ser Leowyn had never missed the birth of one of his daughters. He would make up for it, by staying at the side of his wife, and the babe, who was left without a name for they had not thought she would arrive so early, nor did the maesters think it wise to give a name to a little thing likely to die.
Some days following the birth, Lady Adalysa would be taken with fever. Riverrun was kept awake for seven days and nights with her wailing and retching, though none seemed to mind. She was a beloved of the Tullys and their household, their only insistence was upon her health.
Lady Roslin kept to her side, ladling soups and offering milk, while Lady Florence for the first time in her life seemed perpetually caught in prayer alongside Lady Laenora Velaryon and Lady Melessa Bulwer, other ladies within Adalysa's retinue.
One of her hand's was occupied always by Ser Leowyn, who for the final days of her life took his breakfast, luncheon, and supper at her bedside, aiding his good-sister in feeding his wife. He also took up the duties of bathing her, clothing her, and when requested, he sang to her.
The second week came and made a wreckage of her. With her voice hoarse from wailing, she could no longer speak but whispers. Sweetsleep and milk-of-the-poppy were all that kept her at ease, otherwise, when awake she wept.
Ser Leowyn came to hold her in bed those final days, while she spoke of her daughter at Harrenhal, she had recently been made to wed a Corbray knight, and he wrote songs as her own knight, Kiernyn, once had for her. Often, did she speak of Ser Kiernyn in those final days, his memory and her eldest daughter's were the only things that kept her from collapsing in on herself.
In her final hours, the pain would return, and she would plead with her husband, "Do to me as you did to Kiernyn." and she begged like that for hours all while Ser Leowyn had begun to weep. "Do to me as you did to Kiernyn."
When she drew her final breath, her husband did not stop cradling her head until his brother was made to insist - he had children, and they were her children too. They needed their father.
Upon drawing away from her, staring at his wife's unmoving body, he muttered to Lady Roslin, "For a moment, I was not her ghost. I made a promise once-" but he broke off into tears before he could ever complete the words. Lady Roslin would transcribe them in her diary.
Lord Edmure would fill Riverrun with nature for the funeral, mirroring Ser Kiernyn, who upon his betrothal to Lady Adalysa had flooded Harrenhal with flowers. Among them were white clovers and roses, honeysuckle and ivy. He, Gunthor and Humfrey Hightower, Alekyne Florent, and Lord Warryn Beesbury were among the men who carried her pyre out to the water. All but Edmure had known Lady Adalysa since she first came into the world.
Following the funeral, Ser Leowyn would be faced with the task of naming their last daughter, who by some mercy of the Gods, remained in the mortal world with him for a moment longer. He would name her for her mother, Adalysa, though she would go by 'Alysa' as her mother had in youth. Little Alysa would grow, wed the son of Horas Redwyne, and live to eighty-two.
