#youngeir

[icefiire]

location: robb’s camp with: @youngeir​ from: eddard

“it is good to see the norrey standing with winterfell,” ned said as a greeting to young brandon. his lannister guard had actually seemed uneasy to move further into the camp, and too afraid to stir anything up, let him roam free upon his honor that he would return when his dealings were done.

ned simply told them to march on. he would return to king’s landing. in their eyes: to see his daughter wed. in his eyes: to free his daughter from a life of the seven hells his wife spoke of so often.

“how fares your father?” 

[stewardsdaughter]

when : chapter one, the lion’s bride (part one) where : the red keep with : @youngeir​​

Jeyne could hear noise coming from every corridor in the Red Keep, which was not surprising as the royal wedding’s date was close. A few days ago, Jeyne had met a girl at court, after chatting for awhile, the girl offered to give her some books and new sheets for her chambers, since she had no use for it anymore. 

Jeyne had accepted her offer, and that’s how she ended up carrying a crate filled with books — she didn’t expect that many books, but at least it would keep her busy. The sheets were on top of the crate and she tried to make her way back to her chambers as quickly as she could, given how heavy the whole thing was. She could barely see over the pile of sheets resting on the crate, wish did not make things easier.

She was almost there, but her fingers were hurting really bad at that point. Feeling her hands starting to sweat, she decided to stop and put everything on the floor before she lost her grip. Looking at how red and painful her hands were, she realized she realized she wouldn’t be able to carry all this back to her chambers.

She didn’t like asking for help. First, because she was too shy for it, and second, because she didn’t want to need help. Which is why she didn’t dwell on it too long and approached the first person she saw without thinking. It was like ripping off a bandage.

“Excuse me, I hate to ask you this, but could you help me carry this back to my chambers ?”, she said while pointing at the crate on the floor. “It’s not far, I promise”, she added quickly, hoping it would be enough the convince the man in front of her to help.

[ladysunkiss]

@youngeir​ .   king’s landing   ,   evening   ,   present  . 

that the invitation for the wedding of king joffery and lady sansa was extended to sun house was expected, that the same invitation was extended all the way to her was severely unexpected. a trunk is packed with her best dresses, her best clips and her best cloaks. she’d been in king’s landing only a day, but she’s already dressed to impress. 

ireyne stands on a balcony overlooking the ocean, tipping her head up to the sun. it reminds her of home, the scent of salt on the air. it’s familiar. she hears someone step out beside her and there’s a moment of surprise as she looks over the other.    “ have you taken a wrong turn? ”   she inquires gently. he did not look as though he belongs in king’s landing, does not look as though he is someone worth anything. looks could be deceiving. 

[ofoldtown]

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

         “you are very noble, m’l- brandon.” the familiarity that the mountain clansman had requested did not come naturally to satin, who was used to life on the bottom run of the latter, and thus unaccustomed to addressing others as equals. “i have yet to find a cause i care for so greatly, but perhaps one day i will.” he bit the interior of his cheek nervously, hyper-aware that brandon’s self-sacrifice was probably a product of having a family to protect. satin had nobody. not anymore. there was nobody to lie down his life for, and nobody to defend by himself. the vows he had sworn when he’d taken the black had had him promise to die at his post, but either out of cowardice, or a weak will, he shook with fear at the mere thought of meeting his end so soon.

reign ask memestatus: not accepting

[ofoldtown]

10, 14, 26

10. What energizes and drains them most?

making friends, conversation even when it’s a little idle, learning new things, sewing/mending/working with his hands, and playing music back at oldtown. training with the watch drains him both physically and mentally as does high levels of stress that he’s not used to coping with. he’s also drained by tension, guilt, and being alone with his thoughts for too long.

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

satin holds deeply to his moral compass - so many have directed hate at him for working in a brothel, saying that life was a sin the seven could never abide. he couldn’t help that, so he’s always done his best to keep to his values of honesty, kindness, patience, and tolerance in the face of all odds. he wears a seven pointed star on a small chain around his neck, and prays when the weight of the world gets too heavy to bear.

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

between the night’s watch and the brothel he worked in, satin never had much choice about who he associated with or spent his time on. as a result, he covets the connections made by choice. friends are held close to his heart, and he handles relationships with them with a euphoric sense of reverence and novelty. romantic relationships have never been a luxury satin has had the opportunity to explore, and he’s unsure how that would ever come to fruition in his life now that he has taken his vows and been resigned to a life at the wall.