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@warbcunds
a dependent multi-muse blog, written for throneshq as penned by 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲 .
AMBROSIA ARRYN nee WESTERLING , dowager lady of the vale
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MOIRAENE MANDERLY , ruling lady of white harbour
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RHYSAND GREYJOY , prince of the iron islands
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RYON ALLYRION , ruling lord of godsgrace
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SELINA TARGARYEN née BARATHEON, queen of the southern kingdom
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𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. / ichorbuilt
weston has always been his most genuine self around moiraene, for no one has ever brought out a sense of joy in him quite like she has. her own smile is enough to nearly make his heart stop, and it’s an image he’s had committed to memory since the very first day they’d met. and it wasn’t one he planned to forget any time soon, no matter the fact that it seemed things would never be as they once were. ❝ i don’t think our venture would be complete if we didn’t. no need to worry about that, i’m all yours for the afternoon. ❞ though truth be told, wes knew he’d cancel any plans on any given day if it meant spending more time with her. his smile mimicked her own as it widened, nose crinkling playfully. ❝ i told you that you would. you’re doing amazing for only having a few months to settle in, and away from home at that. ❞ instinctively, hand reaches for her own, giving it a gentle squeeze. ❝ you could, but you don’t have to. ever. i promise. ❞
she’s never felt quite like this for anyone else, and certainly not another man. she’d rather thought that she would always end up with a woman some day if given the chance and the choice. whenever there was an event, her eyes were always drawn to dressed and jewels over whatever the men had thrown together. weston had changed her thoughts on all that, her attraction to him hitting her like a horse at full speed and affection even stronger than that. “i’m glad to hear it, there’s still so much of this place to explore before we leave.” and part of her dreads the idea of having to go home and face reality. she wishes that she could simply lose herself in fields of fruits and flowers with wes, never to be seen again. her breath catches in her throat when the warmth of his hand covers her own, and she instinctively intertwines their fingers before squeezing his in return. “you promise, but we have to go back to our homes soon. writing you letters never feels quite the same as having you near.”
𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. / crownsandgods
Rhaegar does not question nor points out the silence of which he is welcomed with when speaking of his good sister. as a prince and her hand he understands, not everyone held love for the crown or who held it, specially during the current times where tensions ran high and people simply wished to go home. he too wished he could depart for dragon stone for a much needed time alone. but alas he chose to put all his trust on selina, something not everyone did. “you speak very wisely, as you always have. it feels like a parallel, the way you speak of yourself and your wife alyse and what i have lived with reila. i hope we can be as happy as you are now in our future together.”
it’s a funny thing, the way he hardly cares for the royal family of the south, though he’ll always hold a softer place for rhaegar. it brings him his own sense of happiness to see the prince so happy, speaking as fondly about his future bride as he does for his own wife. it’s through that alone that he;s sure that their marriage will prevail. “i very much suspect that you will be if she thinks of you a kindly as you do her. i don’t know how you managed to trick her into that.” he teases, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “perhaps you’ve been showing her all that i taught you. couldn’t blame her for wanting to marry you if that’s the case.”
𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐨𝐲. / gcldnhearts
closed starter for anyone ! / @warbcunds
the vendors did a good job of keeping things refreshing, bringing the greyjoy prince back again, looking for something special. it wasn’t really the greyjoy way to go for the fancier things; perhaps spending so much time with his targaryen side rubbed off on him. his eyes lingered on one particular necklace as they walked passed the gold and jewelry but kept walking, once again deciding against it and keeping in pace withe the other. ❝ are you looking forward to the tourney? ❞
he rolls his eyes at his cousins statement, turning slightly to stare at him before shaking his head. “are you kidding, cousin? i care no more about tourneys now than i did before we arrived in this flowery hell.” it was a pleasant place he supposed, gorgeous in comparison to pyke, but it was not the same as home.
𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥. / stxrfclls
oberyn hadn’t intentionally started to leave the queen be , but after the death of sita he all but avoided her. he was angry , wishing to take his people home but knowing he couldn’t just walk away with no consequence. a ruling prince , forced to be subservient to the southern queen. initially he’d wanted to meet to demand justice for his late wife , but he realized more and more that he may never get it. when she is the one who finds him his eyebrow cocks , surprise clear on his face. he’d never expected she to be the one to approach him. “ the festival is lovely , though i’m afraid you’ll know as i do now that some wounds aren’t easily soothed by beauty and fun. ”
it’s funny the way things have shifted so completely in her opinions. daven enlightening her had most cleared any suspicions she’d had towards his house, though she’d still enjoyed his flirting no more. it’s why her empathy shines through at his loss, both of them alike in the fact that their marriages had been political, though he seemed to at least like his spouse. “i do, more than most. please do let me know if there is anything i can do for you and your family, oberyn. we have never exactly been on the same page, but i’ve never wished you ill.”
𝐧𝐲𝐱 𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥. / crownsandgods
Nyx nods in agreement. she had always looked up to her sister ambrosia, the beauty, the grace, the brains. it was why she had always listened to her orders even if she did not agree with them, it was why she followed her so blindly. even now as she praised her for her achievement it meant more than anyone else. their brother might be the head of the family but they all knew the brains were ambrosia and ambrosia alone. “and if not they will be gone soon and i will be able to have a better hold of this place, and my lord husband. i just need to lay low and play the submissive lady for a bit longer.” she knew her role all to well, and she did even better at playing it. “and bare a son soon after,” which had turned out to be quite complicated for her to do so.
“you will do wonderfully here. far nicer than the north as well, at least you won’t be fearing frostbite just because of where you live.” the eyrie had been cold enough, making her far more accustomed to the cold than she once had been, but she still would always choose somewhere warm, pleasant in temperament. she was glad for the fact that she would get to be so close to nyx soon, able to come up and visit her with reasonable ease. “a son will come, do not worry. even if one doesn’t and you bare another daughter, it’s not terribly unheard of in this day and age for a woman to rule. it is not as though your husband has brothers to argue with you”
𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧. / crownsandgods
There’s a moment when she turns to face him in which he just watches her, the line of her jaw, the deepness of her eyes, the curve of her lips. she always seemed of angelic features to him, a beauty that could not compare to any other, and god had he tried to find her in others to keep away, always returning to her until he had accepted his fate to always trail behind her. “I would sport my battle wounds with pride,” he says with a smirk, the air seemed to lift around them. “it was well deserved, i think we both did things we shouldn’t have,” mazhar shakes his head as he crosses his arms over his chest. “no need to dwell on it, however.”
she hated the fact that he was the only man she’d never been able to shake. so many charmed by her, so many people she’d used and discarded for her gain, and yet she’d never been able to do it to him. he had always been handsome in her eyes, but it was who he was deep down that had kept her unable to stay away. he understood her, shared her ideals. if she belived in such things as soulmates, she’d believe that he was hers. “and if someone asked what had happened?” she teased in return, her grip on her anger loosening. “indeed. are you saying you’re having some regrets, then?” her head tilts slightly, eyes imploring his own. “storm’s end and sunspear aren’t all that far, you realize. everything could simply go back to how it was.”
𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. / oceansborn
the fond compliment is taken to heart , always proud to be associated with house westerling . she couldn’t have dreamed of a better family to have been raised with , always treated as blood and growing in their admiration of the westerling siblings . it was no secret that as a result , leyla picked up similar mannerisms , habits , and goals . ❝ like here but more mountains … but not as many as the vale ? ❞ they question , thinking about their time spent in the eyrie and how on some days , there were more details they could remember about the eyrie than about the crag . ❝ all about connections , right ? now we have networks in the crag , the eyrie , and soon sunspear . ❞ they had always been quite curious about rose’s darker plans and what went on behind closed doors that they were clueless to - some maybe not fit for a daughter’s ears , but gods did she wish to know . ❝ what are your thoughts about house martell ? ❞ leyla questions in a quiet voice .
“not nearly as many as the vale, my darling. though sunspear is on the coast by the sea, so it not nearly as mountainous as the inland areas from what i’ve been told.” gods be good, she had enjoyed her time as the lady of the vale, but she could go without having to get up and down from the eyrie ever again. that climb got no less terrifying no matter how many times she did it. “that’s right. not to mention we now have nyx in the reach permanently and she’ll always have ties to the north with artemis and athena. really, we could just do with a greyjoy on our side now.” gods knew the ironborn had never been happy with the targaryens, though she doesn’t know how much that has changed with their independence. “i don’t know yet. they’re a little soft for my liking, though i’m hoping that unfortunate passing of the last ruling princess will give them some fire.”
closed for: meralyn stark ( @littlercses )
“is it terrible that i almost don’t want to go home?” her family had for the most part been wiped out on the way here, left only with her younger sister and her brother in the kingsguard. it didn’t quite feel real that she was a ruling lady while she’d been away, able to be for the most part distracted, but now? now she would have to face it. “i’m nothing like my parents. they ruled so well and easily, i fear i will only be a disappointment.”
closed for: myranda baratheon ( @reqality )
“lady myranda?” moiraene had seen her often throughout the festival, frequently getting stuck admiring the dresses that the woman of the stormlands would wear around. her attraction to women was hardly that new anymore, and yet she had been looking at myranda lately as though she was her very first crush. “i just wanted to let you know that your gowns for the festival were quite easily the most beautiful.”
𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. / reqality
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the sound of a familiar voice, one that brings with it such silent understanding, is enough to bring a smile to quentyn’s face. “rae! i see you have been busy,” he comments lightheartedly, looking at the flowers in her hand. his eyes look at the bundle, silently inspecting them. “you have flowers in there that i do not think i have seen before in my life.” there’s a small chuckle. “if you do manage to do it and i do not get a written invitation to see it first,” quentyn starts with a playful tone, “i don’t think i’ll have it in me to ever forgive you.” maybe it’s a terrible thing, to be so aware that he would drop every responsibility for some sort of relief away from everything.
there’s a bright smile on her face as she glances down at the bundle of flowers and then back up to him. “they’re all so beautiful, i couldn’t quite help myself in picking several once they gave us permission.” she thinks she will likely press one of each between the pages of her journal before they leave this place, unwilling to leave the memory of the reach behind. “i’ve discovered so many new kinds. i’ve been talking to several of the reach people about how to plant them, but none of them seem to think they will grow in the north.” unsurprising really, but she’d had some hope. “you should come visit white harbour regardless, though.”
𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧. / reqality
myranda doesn’t mind the commotion, the way everyone seems to be restlessly enjoying the festival, the wrestling smells of pastries and an overwhelming amount of flower crowns. still, in spite of her relaxed stance towards the spring bloom, myranda never says no to an opportunity to bond with her aunt, which is exactly her plan when she approaches the queen. “you look like you have been fending off unwanted flirting,” myranda starts after greeting her aunt, wasting no time mentioning the courting that no doubt has led many to believe the queen is available, “ever since this flowery explosion of an event started.”
she was fond of the festival, even now as the smells and the festivities lingered in the air. everyone seems to be in higher spirits, especially after she’d made the announcement that everyone could begin making their way home soon. she greets her niece with a slight huff, head shaking in disapproval despite her speaking truly. “i had underestimated how people would take daven and i courting. i thought i would be met with disapproval rather than people thinking i was seeking suitors.” she’d never taken all that well to flirting unless she was interested, even when she was young and a lady rather than a princess and then queen. “i’m certain you must be having the same problem.”
𝐣𝐚𝐪𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. / woewhimsy
jaq hadn’t actually given much thought to who he would crown, perhaps one of his daughters. “ myself. i am love and beauty. ” he would have no use for it and would likely throw it away. “ now that you are public with your courtship, i am not allowed to court who i desire ? they could be my true love. ” it was an amusing thought. “ no. it is a faux pass to make a public announcement to court a betrothed man, is it not ? ” his agitation was not with the betrothal itself, but rather lysander’s reaction to it.
she snorts at that, head shaking in judgement but no surprise whatsoever. she had been so fond of him in the first place because of his attitude, even his boasts of self importance. “how could i ever have thought you’d crown anyone else.” she rolls her eyes, lips curving upwards. “have you forgotten your queensguard oath? no love but the love you hold for your queen.” she teases, though it’s hardly one of her rules that she’d care to see upheld. as long as he didn’t wed, she had no qualms. “i’m sure lysander would love it, actually. he was much better at avoiding betrothals than i was.”
𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧. / crownsandgods
He is not surprised at the way she reacts to his confessions, if anything he is grateful she isn’t screaming at him. then again out of all the baratheon’s selina had always been the one to control and carry herself with the most grace. they were all ought to learn a thing or two from her. “she is,” it is the first time he has admitted it with such pride, no hesitation. “vareena wishes to take her north and keep her away from e. i cannot allow that to happen, they will turn her into a wildly norther when she is every bith south and my daughter.” but was that the real issue? or was he just trying to make her life harder than needed to be.
she nods in realization as she mulls over the perspective of both parties involved. she hardly would of taken it well had she and lucaerys divorced and he’d wished to live several months ride from her. then again, she had been heavily involved in her children’s lives, carried them into this world and taught them much. she knew that vareena tyrell had never disclosed her daughter’s father, and to her knowledge he had never been involved in her life. “but you haven’t been in her life as her father, have you?” she frowns softly.. “i suggest that you and lady vareena try to reach an amicable agreement before you seek my involvement. without you having been in the girl’s life before now, i will not be able to side with you.”
𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬. / ironfromice
her eye roll was teasing, never would she actually disrespect the man who offered asylum when she needed it most. though, she would never stop poking at him in such ways. she mimicked his stance, hands on hips, her eyebrow cocked in return to his own. ❝ you say that as if you are much older than me. here you are aging yourself without my assistance. ❞ there was a laugh she felt coming through, but she quickly swallowed it down, rather replaced with a face of seriousness. ❝ there are some elders who don’t deserve respect, i can only hope that i’ve taught her that much. ❞
he appreciated amyra, always would for the fact that she had given him a daughter and all the joys and scares that had come from what he’d believed at the time to be his first born. he even appreciated her taunts to a certain extent if only because it kept things from being truly dull. “you are ageing yourself as well by stating that we aren’t all that far apart.” he grins then before snorting in amusement. “i think she knows full well who deserves respect and who doesn’t at this point. she takes after both of us a little too well.”
𝐠𝐰𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐲𝐝𝐞. / oceansborn
what’s past is past and she puts whatever they had behind her . gwyn had done that years ago but it feels necessary to repeat . she smiles at the exhausted child , giving a wave when they stir awake . ❝ i remember the feeling of an energetic toddler . ❞ gyl had been more stubborn than wylla , thinking it a game when the scolding happened . she waits until the little one is carried away and though it changes nothing on what gwyn plans to say , she’s thankful for the privacy . ❝ it’s good to see you too , ryon . how have you been ? ❞ they hadn’t seen each other in quite some time and though it was good to see him , the normalcy was strange . she chuckles at the mention of her wounds , all healed and only scars . ❝ superficial wounds , all since healed . ❞
“seven name days now and he’s still as full as energetic as i remember him at two. not nearly as bad as how tytos was, though.” that boy seemed to take after him in nearly every way, including his constant bounding energy. he had no hope that the twins will be any better once they’re born, either. “much improved from the last time i saw you, actually. amyra was thankfully found and it’s improved the family once more. what of you, gwyn?” he’d wondered about her occasionally, for while things hadn’t worked out between them, he’d wanted nothing but the best for her. “still as much as a fighter as always, then.”
𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧. / ichorbuilt
❝ our marriage is a testament to many things, ❞ she hummed, small and amused smile settling on her lips, ❝ and i should hope anyone else will have as blessed of a courtship. ❞ having him in her life is a joy unlike any other, but knowing that she could wake up beside him and spend each day in blissful happiness was unlike anything else she could imagine. they’d withstood the very tests of time, even without a festival to spur them along. her fingers brushed absently along the petals, expression fond as she lifts her gaze to meet his own. ❝ i quite enjoyed it myself, though i think you like any opportunity to partake in a joust, ❞ and words are teasing, nose crinkling slightly. ❝ being pregnant and having the last name allyrion are really the only differences, aren’t they ? though i suppose you can pencil in the casual sharing of my husband with the ruling prince, too. ❞
“i could perhaps be blind to others, but i doubt anyone will have anything as blessed as what we have.” he was hardly unbiased in his opinion on their marriage, but he will always think of their love story as the greatest to ever be. it was the kind of love you fell into so deeply you can never fall out of it. to ryon, no one else could even compare. his hand lifts to cup her face, thumb stroking fondly across her cheekbone as fondness for her swells in his chest. “i’m hardly a jouster, but i didn’t win last time and that simply won’t do.” he teases, flashing a smile before his features scrunch up in confusion. it’s only a temporary thing before comprehension dawns on him. “oh, i never went through with that. i’d completely forgotten to tell you.”