cerellelannister2

[cerellelannister2]

A response to: @leila-lannister

AN AFFECTIONATE SMILE DECORATED Cerelle's semblant, her eyes fixated on her younger sister's performance. How could Cerelle contain her pride when Leila played so beautifully every single time? Without any doubt, Leila was extremely talented. Every single song her younger sister played was a wonderful blessing to everyone who was hearing her play.

Lady Cerelle's gaze was still focused on her sister. Although Cerelle was beaming widely, her eyebrows were furrowed, creating a small worrying frown. Then her gaze shifted towards her great harp, a slightly judgmental look falling upon the instrument. It was her favorite instrument, the one that she was dedicated to and was usually really talented at. However, it felt different.

Her fingers had danced across the cords in exactly the same choreograph. Certainly, even in her sleep, Cerelle could play that song. Her technique was there. However, her timing seemed wrong. Perhaps she wasn't hitting the right notes. She didn't know exactly what it was.

As always, Lady Leila was impeccable, truly a musical prodigy. It was natural to her.

     Proud it was always the emotion Cerelle felt seeing Leila play.

"I believe we should play again," Cerelle affirmed in a soft tone. You played wonderfully as always. However, I feel there was something missing in my performance. I need more practice.," she admitted, being completely honest.

Her gaze finally landed on her great harp. Then, her fingers began to play the familiar song. This time more carefully and more precise.

if music be the food of love, play on

Starter with @cerellelannister2

The chambers was awash in golden afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the air as Leila lifted the flute to her lips. Across from her, Cerelle’s fingers brushed over the strings of the high harp, testing the tension before settling into place.

The first notes were tentative, as they always were—Leila waiting for her sister to find the melody, her own instrument poised to follow. Then, as Cerelle plucked out the opening chords, Leila’s fingers danced along the flute’s polished surface, drawing forth a sweet, clear tune that twined effortlessly around the harp’s deeper resonance.

Leila let herself wander, weaving in flourishes that trilled and soared, her mind slipping into that hazy, dreamlike state where music was the only thing that mattered.

A rare kind of peace settled over her. Here, in this room, the flute was light in her hands, a part of her as natural as breath. She played because she wanted to, because she could, because in moments like this, she felt infinite.

Clear, delicate notes resonated, rising to meet the harp’s gentle hum. She followed instinct rather than structure, letting the melody unfold as it wished—sprightly, playful, a dance of notes that fluttered like sparrows in midair. Her older sister responded in kind, her harp weaving between Leila’s melody with the grace of a river winding through hills.

The song shifted, dipping into a softer, more wistful tune—one Leila hadn’t meant to play but had drifted into anyway. It reminded her of childhood lullabies, of sleepy afternoons where they all played together, of a time when she hadn’t needed to think about what came next.

A lump formed in her throat, and she pushed past it, fingers never faltering. It was fine. Everything was fine.

The piece came to a natural end, the last note lingering in the air before dissolving into silence. Leila let the flute fall to her lap, exhaling slowly. She didn’t look at her sister right away, only traced idle patterns against the cool metal of her instrument.

“…Again?” she murmured, just loud enough to be heard.

[cerellelannister2]

        CERELLE LOOKED UP FROM HER VANITY TABLE, her eyes wide when William entered breathless in her bedchamber. Her eyebrows arched, making a subtle frown. Her green gaze was denouncing her surprise. Why had he come running towards her bedroom direction? Well, she was pregnant, so that would be the most logical answer. It was their first child, her first pregnancy. Besides, he had been very worried ever since she became pregnant. And pregnancies could be a death sentence for a lady. But, so far, she had been already.    

    However, Cerelle also had informed one of the staff she was going to the stables. Maybe he interpreted that information wrongly.    

    The Lannister rose from her seat, put on the heaviest cloak she could find, and wrapped it carefully around herself. Then, she turned around to face William, her husband.    

    "Well, I meant to go see Sybell at the stables, not ride her. Going horseback riding with my back pain wouldn't be my brightest idea," Cerelle explained in a sarcastic tone, but without any venom in her voice. "Just don't worry so much; the babe is fine, and I am fine. I am sure we are both safe," her tone switching to a softer tone.   

    She took a deep breath and quickly sat down in her bed, using the headboard as support. It was normal to worry about the baby; it had occupied her thoughts constantly. After all, it was a new life that was coming, and they would be responsible for that.    

    Would she even be a good mother? Or almost absent like her parents?    

    Cerelle frowned once again and looked up at William, her mind still deep in thought.    

    "We should pick a name for the baby," Cerelle said, changing the subject, she needed a distraction after all.

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(a part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

With all the snow, William was just in his room, trying to get some paperwork done and occupy his mind from being stuck in one place. After all, William was a man who loved the outdoors, and being stuck in one place just because of a blizzard made his body and mind restless, needing to be occupied somehow.

Concentrated, William didn't even hear the door slam and only looked up when the waiter said "Sir, your wife wants to go horseback riding." Upon hearing those words, William immediately got up and ran to where his wife was.

He didn't believe Cerelle would be crazy enough to go horseback riding, at that time and pregnant. But at the same time, Cerelle liked to do whatever she wanted.

When he reached his wife's place, Vance simply stopped and, between breaths, said, "Cerelle! What are you doing?" William's face was shocked and confused. He approached his wife, confirming that she was okay.

[cerellelannister2]

         CERELLE LOOKED AT GYSELLA, her emerald gaze clearly surprised. Or confused? Cerelle certainly wasn't expecting such a question from Lady Gysella Blacktyde, of all people. A small sigh escaped from her lips. What should she say? She shifted her position in the chair a bit.    

    "Well, honestly, I don't know what to say. I ran away from getting married for a long time," Lady Cerelle spoke truthfully. "Well, I am happy now. He can annoy me sometimes, but I trust him," she explained, shrugging her shoulders. "Besides, he's handsome, so that favors my opinion of him. But don't tell anyone I said this; I am a Lannister, and I have to keep my reputation," the Lannister said in a teasing tone.    

    She took a deep breath. Why should marriage be one of the only options for a lady? Cerelle's gaze returned in the direction of Gysella's presence. Her green eyes were solely focused on her friend, a smile still on her face.    

    "You know every marriage is singular, and every husband is different," she commented, her eyes still focusing on Gysella. "I heard Lord Gunthor and Lady Meredyth Darklyn made a deal before they married. Apparently, they are just friends, and that's why they decided to get married," Cerelle added, switching to a softer tone.    

    It was just gossip, but maybe it could be useful information for Gysella. The mere act of gossiping was just sharing information, whether it was the truth or not.    

    "Personally, I think you should be able to make your own decision." Cerelle kept her words soft, not exactly knowing what to say.

Gossip During the Storm

Starter with @cerellelannister2

(a part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

Gysella never planned on staying in Kings Landing. She had only come for Asha and Rodrik, to see them after they had been gone for so long, and she assumed she'd hate every moment here.

Gysella would have most likely went back to the Iron Islands, if it were not for the fact that she had done something she never thought she would do in Kings Landing. She had made friends.

Becoming a Lady in waiting to a Princess was never in her plans, but it had happened, and she now was close to many of the girls who were ladies to Rhaena as well. Perhaps it was a blessing from the Drowned God, or perhaps it was just a great string of luck. Whatever it was, Gysella would not take it for granted.

Now, in the terrible weather of this harsh winter, her and her lady friends were stuck inside. But not simply just stuck inside, they were stuck inside together.

Today on this cold day trapped inside, Gysella had invited Cerelle in her room to chat. The two of them always seemed to have something to talk about, whether that would be flowers or gossip or their romances... and Gysella was happy to call Cerelle her friend.

They were sitting on chairs next to her vanity now, Gysella holding her purple skirts that flowed off of the seat. "Cerelle... I have a question." Gysella stated, furring her eyebrows.

"Tell me, what is it like being married to a man? Is he... annoying? Bothersome? Nice? I don't know." She thought of William and Cerelle's wedding. It was beautiful, and Cerelle seemed happy. Gysella did not know William well enough to have an opinion on him, though, and she was hoping Cerelle would give her enough details so she could do just that.

"My father and Lord Dalton have tried to marry me off many times. I think they're sick of trying, which works well in my favor." She laughed with delight. With her closest friends, Gysella had not tried to hide her romance with Berena Bolton. It was not a secret that she was not interested in marrying, though it was much to her parents dismay. She had little regard for how her parents felt on that matter.

But she was eager to hear about what Cerelle's romance was like, and what marriage was like... So she stopped talking now, waiting for Cerelle to respond.

[cerellelannister2]

A Lovely Winter Day, a closed starter with: @the-golden-storm

    THE SNOW PRACTICALLY DROWNED CERELLE'S FOOTSTEPS IN THE DIRECTION OF THE STABLES. Strangely, even though she grew up in the Westerlands, the cold never bothered her anyway. Even though she could exactly ride a horse, or at least, she didn't want to risk it being visibly pregnant with her firstborn babe. However, she had to see Sybell. Her mare had been with her ever since Cerelle could fathom a memory; why should she abandon her to the care of the stable boys when she was always there? Cerelle brushed her white mare carefully. After finishing her task, Lady Cerelle adjusted her dark blue coat trimmed with brown fur. However, it was almost in vain;almost the cold could break her bones. But it was a lovely winter day.    

    Her green eyes got wider, twinkling with mischief uncommon for the Lannister. She noticed another lady standing there in the stables, a sigh of relief escaping from her lips. There was Lady Cassandra, or rather Cassana, Baratheon, dressed in her dark cloak. A hint of a smile haunted Cerelle's semblance. She took a few steps in Cassana's direction and took the Baratheon's hands in hers. Cerelle and Cassana had become closer with the passing of the years; despite their different personalities, Cerelle would do anything for one of her dearest friends.     

    "Cassie I wasn't expecting to see you here," Cerelle commented, feigning surprise.     

    The blizzard had locked away all the nobles in one singular place.     

    The Red Keep.    

    One single hell.    

    So it wasn't exactly a surprise to see Cassana there in the stables. Especially since one of their shared hobbies was horse riding. Cerelle was still holding one of Cassana's hands when she spoke up:    

    "Please don't tell me you were planning to run away from here without me. I thought you were my soulmate," she teased, now finally a smile growing in her semblance. "Although, I probably wouldn't go very far. I fear I lost my talent to run away. Especially now in my condition," Cerelle said, now laughing once again.   

[cerellelannister2]

Doomed for Eternity, a closed starter with: @vvilliamvance

    CERELLE still hadn't touched a single drop of wine, which was very unusual. The delicate fabric of her wedding dress, a pale blue myrrish lace, could easily be stained by the Arbor red wine that was being served at the ceremony. She tilted her head down, staring at the delicate fabric present in the voluminous skirts of her dress. Definitely, Lady Cerelle should avoid staining it. Of course, she could buy another dress like that one. However, her dearest half-sister and the head of her ladymaids, Lynora Hill, was obsessed with perfection. Usually, Lynora would become stressed even if a single golden strand of Cerelle's hair was out of place.

    Lady Cerelle's gaze shifted to her hand, stopping at the new ring that adorned her finger. Her wedding ring. The metal was gold, and the design was quite intricate and delicate. There were three little onyx stones decorating each side of the bigger onyx placed at the center of the wedding ring. Black wasn't usually a color she would use, but in some way it represented a sign of commitment.

    She let out a small sigh and took a bite of the lemon cake that was on her plate. The eldest Lannister then frowned. She glanced at her plate once again. There was only one remaining lemon cake on her plate when it used to be two. She let out a small sigh and cursed a "fuck" under her breath. Most likely, Lady Jocelyn Lannister, her second youngest sister, had stolen the one lemon cake right under her nose. Certainly, it was in the moment when Jocelyn had come to gossip with Cerelle in the middle of the feast.

    Cerelle's mind couldn't fathom how one of the most talkative children of the family had become one of the biggest gossipers the Seven Kingdoms had ever known.

    She loved lemon cakes. Lady Cerelle's green eyes wandered to the completely intact lemon cake present on William Vance, her husband's, plate. Cerelle took a deep breath and glanced at William. He was dressed in black, as was usual.

    "One of my sisters stole my food," Cerelle commented, clearly unamused. "Can I have one of yours?" Cerelle asked politely as she gestured to one of the lemon cakes on his plate.

    Cerelle knew that she probably wouldn't get anything from William from his own free will or the good in his heart. Therefore, she would probably have to stand low.

    "You know you look really handsome tonight; I think I finally understand what everyone sees in you," Cerelle mocked gently, keeping her light tone.

[cerellelannister2]

Blood is thicker than water, a close starter with: @sebas20051234

    SYBELL, THE WHITE MARE OF LADY CERELLE LANNISTER, RODE AS FAST AS SHE COULD. The Lady Cerelle Lannister then picked up the bridle and pulled on it carefully so that her mare would slow down. Therefore, Sybell immediately began to go slower. Cerelle's big emerald eyes carefully studied all the trees surrounding the area. All the leaves had left their home and fallen to the ground. Then her face slowly turned around with the intention of watching her father, Lord Jason Lannister, and his horse trying to match their pace. After all, her father was really far behind.

    Lady Cerelle then dismounted her mare and settled her feet on the ground. As autumn was leaving them behind and winter was coming closer, the soil was becoming increasingly more slippery. Besides, with more rain, the ground was becoming muddier, which made Cerelle's beautiful and luxurious dresses soiled with the mud. Therefore, unfortunately for Cerelle, she had opted to wear dresses that are far more simple. A far cry from the luxury she was used to.

    "Dad, you are becoming old, and your ability to ride isn't what it used to be," Cerelle announced when Jason finally reached the spot where she was and chuckled.

    The relationship between Lady Cerelle Lannister and her father, Lord Jason Lannister, was, to say the least, a little complicated. However, maybe due to the irony of The Seven, Lady Cerelle seemed to be far more similar to Lord Jason than Lady Johanna Lannister (née Westerling). Besides, both of them preferred the solitude instead of the loud ambient of court. And her father didn't label her as frivolous like Lady Johanna, her mother, used to do constantly.

    However, their contact ever since she left Casterly Rock was very rare. She limited herself to answering his letters from time to time. After all, what did Lady Cerelle have to say that would be truly worthy of her father's attention?

    Cerelle breathed slowly, the cold breeze consuming her lungs completely. Her gaze shifted to the ground; there wasn't a single plant in sight that would be useful for her potions or her stock.

    But would it be better to go back?

    The Lannister carefully turned her full attention to Sybell, her mare, and her fingers untangled the mane. Then, Lady Cerelle carefully put on the burgundy hood of her slick cloak trimmed with fur, hiding her golden strands.

    Besides, Cerelle enjoyed riding ever since she was little. That was something Jason had taught her. The two of them used to explore the surroundings of Casterly Rock. Especially when Cerelle was little and she wanted to get away from the crowds that decorated the rooms of The Rock.

    Maybe blood was truly thicker than water between Lord Jason and his eldest daughter.

    "Can we keep going?", Cerelle asked.

[cerellelannister2]

     LADY CERELLE LANNISTER FROWNED, her green eyes meeting her mother's dark gaze. She let her mother hug her for a few instances and remained quiet, just enjoying the affection Cerelle hadn't received in a long time due to them being apart. She then finally returned the hug. She tilted her head a bit so she could take a better look at her mother and then pulled away. Then, Cerelle sat on one of the couches present in her solar.

    Cerelle's lips remained smiling, despite her semblance looking more serious than her usual. After all, Lady Johanna had made it explicit that her visit had ulterior motives. Besides, of course, coming to visit her eldest daughter. She then glanced at her dress and frowned a bit again.

    The primogeniture of House Lannister usually looked more prim and proper. After all, her looks and fashion were a motive of her pride. Her blonde and curly hair was completely down and free, instead of the usual updos or putting only her hair half up and half down. Her hair had become free because she went to ride with Sybelle — her white horse than she treasure almost as her cats —, for long hours. It was a new habit Lady Cerelle had acquired, some would say a desperate attempt to cling to her freedom.

    She then glanced at Lady Johanna when she addressed her as "sunshine," her childhood nickname. Her mother was the only one who would call her that way.

    Sunshine.

    It was almost ironic because most of the Westerosi nobility would call her ''Lady Moonstone.". And the moon was the opposite of the sun.

    "Please forgive me, Mother, if I let you wait for me a long time. I went riding and completely lost track of time," Cerelle confessed in a soft tone and kept looking at her mother.

    Cerelle let out a soft sigh that had escaped from her pink lips and smoothed the pastel green skirt from her dress, a color she would rarely wear. However, normally she would most of the days wear a light blue with some gold accents. A deep contrast to the deep red and glorious gold, the colors of House Lannister, colors as precious as the gold of the mines under Casterly Rock—her home.

    Lady Cerelle glanced melancholic at her mother, Lady Johanna, unfortunately in those seven months Cerelle had gotten used to not recived motherly affection due to Cerelle being away in King's Landing.

    She let out a small smile and remained quiet as words couldn't escape from her mouth. Her heart seemed to cease beating for a few instances until Cerelle finally spoke up.

    "I also felt it has been an eternity since the last time we saw each other, Mother. However, I am very happy living in court. Perhaps I belong in the capital," Cerelle confessed to her mother, not knowing how she would react. "Maybe you and Father could visit me more frequently, especially now," Cerelle proposed dreadfully because, in her unhappiness, her marriage would be very soon.

    Cerelle then nodded, confirming it was a safe place to talk. What could her mother be plotting this time?

    "This is a safe place to speak candidly. What do you wish to talk about?", Cerelle questioned her mother.

    She was already dreading the subject. That was certain.

Slipping through my fingers, a closed starter with: @johannaoftherock

    CERELLE GREEN'S EYES WIDENED WHEN SHE FOUND HER LADY MOTHER, LADY JOHANNA LANNISTER, WAITING FOR HER IN HER SOLAR. Cerelle's heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Then her pink lips let out a small sigh of relief, and her lungs could finally savor the air around the solar once again. Cerelle then took a quick glance again in her mother's direction and walked until she was in front of her.

    Cerelle then smiled involuntarily.

    Lady Cerelle didn't run until she reached Johanna's arm, her safe haven, like she used to do when she was a mere girl carrying the weight of Casterly Rock on her shoulders. Despite her mother not being fond of physical contact. Certainly, those moments were one of the few instances that Cerelle's perfect mask could be put aside.

    It was one of the instances where she could be just a child.

    Not the replacement for the firstborn son Lord Jason Lannister, her father lacked.

    Not someone's future wife.

    Not the future lady consort to a castle in the middle of nowhere that didn't matter to her.

    In those precious moments, Cerelle was just herself.

    Her mother's daughter.

    Cerelle let out another sigh and carefully unbuttoned her blue coat trimmed with fur, putting it away. Cerelle then sat on the armchair next to the couch Lady Johanna Lannister was sitting on. Cerelle's emerald eyes carefully studied the Lady Consort of Casterly Rock before speaking up. Her slender fingers carefully played with the golden chain of her necklace. She didn't know exactly the motive behind her mother's visit; however, Cerelle could only guess. House Lannister was going through a complicated moment.

    Tyshara, Cerelle's younger sister and one of her favorite siblings, desired most of all to marry Rodrik; however, nobody in their family seemed to approve. Even though Cerelle supported their union, Tyshara has to be happy after all.

    Cerelle didn't want to get married, or at least, not in the way she would have to do it. However, her father, Lord Jason Lannister, had given her away like one of his coins he used during his business transactions. However, Cerelle had avoided marriage, despite being betrothed, for long months now. But her waiting had, unfortunately, finally come to an end.

    Maybe her mother was defending her, protecting her from her dreadful fate. But how could Cerelle be sure? Who else would look for her happiness—aside from her sisters—and support her decision?

    "Mother, it's good to see you," Cerelle said softly, not raising her voice at any given moment. "What do I owe this visit?"

[cerellelannister2]

    CERELLE LAUGHED BITTERLY, her laughing echoing through the blue walls of her bedchambers. She smiled at her sister, Tyshara, in the exact moment Tyshara had commented about Cerelle's lack of enthusiasm to get married, keeping their father, Lord Jason Lannister, awake at night.

    "Honestly, I aim to be our father's biggest nightmare; however, with you and our sisters as competition, it's getting very hard to win," Cerelle said in a sarcastic tone, but all she wanted to do was cheer up her sister.

    Cerelle swallowed a sip of the stolen wine, savoring it for a few instances. She then toasted with her sister and laughed bitterly once more. Then, immediately after the toasted Cerelle filled up their glasses to the top once more.

    "A toast to my misery and to your impossible marriage," the eldest Lannister said with a smile on her face. "But don't you worry, I'll accompany you to dinner," Lady Cerelle promised her younger sister.

    Were their parents trying to make their lives as miserable as possible?

    Cerelle then froze for a few instances; she raised her glass of wine but didn't take it to her lips. The bottle of Dornish wine in this instance—this was really the only instance—didn't seem to be the solution to her torments. Lady Cerelle took a deep breath while her green eyes carefully studied the facial expression on her younger sister's face.

    "Well, obviously I'm bound to marry soon, like a lamb for slaughter. That might calm father's disturbed mind for some time," Cerelle said as she glanced in Lady Tyshara's direction and extended her hand in case she wanted some support. "Perhaps you could tell Father that Rodrik found a big treasure under the sea, and it makes him the richest man in all the Seven Kingdoms. Then, certainly, Father would marry you to him. All of Rodrik's imperfections would disappear overnight just like that. Besides, it would be an offense to the House Lannister for you to break your little fish's heart." Cerelle smirked as she talked sarcastically once again.

    Cerelle took a deep breath again and lay in her bed in a careless manner. An annoyed sigh escaped from her lips once again. She definitely wanted Tyshara to be happy; however, she couldn't see their parents allowing it any time soon.

    After all, if Tyshara loved Rodrik, what was the problem?

    Cerelle had tried to think of how she could, even if only temporarily, stop their family ambition. However, there didn't seem to be a solution in sight.

    "I promise to go to that miserable dinner, but only to show my support for you, but I doubt they will take my account into consideration," Cerelle promised Tyshara. "But the most important thing is that you found love with Rodrik; you have to hold onto it."

Afternoon Wine, a starter with: @tyshara-the-lioness

     CERELLE LANNISTER'S SLENDER FINGERS, THE PRIMOGENITY AND ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE LANNISTER FAMILY, danced with the golden chain of her locket with the pendant shaped like a crescent moon. She took a deep breath and rose from one of the multiple couches in her solar. Her left hand still toyed with the golden chain of her locket, but sometimes the chain became stuck between her fingers. Lady Cerelle heard Tyshara enter her solar without giving an opportunity for Cerelle's staff to announce her arrival. The eldest Lannister daughter turned around to face the maids present in her solar and smiled politely.

    "Thank you all for your services. You can retire; I and my sister need a moment alone," Cerelle announced, keeping her tone soft.

    The table had been carefully prepared. A big teapot, two teacups and two cups, some utensils, and multiple desserts had been placed on the table. Cerelle waited a few minutes for all of her maids to retire from her solar. She then placed the desserts over a silver tray and carried them to her bedroom.

     After all, why did she need to meet her sister in such a formal setting? Her bedroom was more private and secretive.

    Especially considering that Cerelle and Tyshara, and, of course, the rest of the Lannister girls—with the exception of when an inappropriate subject was being discussed—used to gossip for hours on end back when they both lived together in Casterly Rock. In whatever bedroom, what is chosen for them to meet?

    When she arrived to her bedroom, Cerelle quickly put the silver tray on the top of a table. Cerelle then sat down and put two globets beside the tray. Lady Cerelle let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her emerald eyes. Under the table, Cerelle grabbed a bottle of Dornish wine and put it next to the desserts. It was an old wine and very expensive. The pride and joy of Lord Jason Lannister, the man who unfortunately was her father, was his wine collection. Cerelle had stolen it the night before she left Casterly Rock and had saved it for a special, or rather terrible, occasion in this case.

    "Wine?" Cerelle asked, but already poured some into Tyshara's cup. "Our dearest, wisest, and precious father decided that I shall marry soon," Cerelle told Tyshara, the news annoying.

    Her anger and resentment were the perfect side dish to serve with the desserts and the wine.

[cerellelannister2]

Slipping through my fingers, a closed starter with: @johannaoftherock

    CERELLE GREEN'S EYES WIDENED WHEN SHE FOUND HER LADY MOTHER, LADY JOHANNA LANNISTER, WAITING FOR HER IN HER SOLAR. Cerelle's heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Then her pink lips let out a small sigh of relief, and her lungs could finally savor the air around the solar once again. Cerelle then took a quick glance again in her mother's direction and walked until she was in front of her.

    Cerelle then smiled involuntarily.

    Lady Cerelle didn't run until she reached Johanna's arm, her safe haven, like she used to do when she was a mere girl carrying the weight of Casterly Rock on her shoulders. Despite her mother not being fond of physical contact. Certainly, those moments were one of the few instances that Cerelle's perfect mask could be put aside.

    It was one of the instances where she could be just a child.

    Not the replacement for the firstborn son Lord Jason Lannister, her father lacked.

    Not someone's future wife.

    Not the future lady consort to a castle in the middle of nowhere that didn't matter to her.

    In those precious moments, Cerelle was just herself.

    Her mother's daughter.

    Cerelle let out another sigh and carefully unbuttoned her blue coat trimmed with fur, putting it away. Cerelle then sat on the armchair next to the couch Lady Johanna Lannister was sitting on. Cerelle's emerald eyes carefully studied the Lady Consort of Casterly Rock before speaking up. Her slender fingers carefully played with the golden chain of her necklace. She didn't know exactly the motive behind her mother's visit; however, Cerelle could only guess. House Lannister was going through a complicated moment.

    Tyshara, Cerelle's younger sister and one of her favorite siblings, desired most of all to marry Rodrik; however, nobody in their family seemed to approve. Even though Cerelle supported their union, Tyshara has to be happy after all.

    Cerelle didn't want to get married, or at least, not in the way she would have to do it. However, her father, Lord Jason Lannister, had given her away like one of his coins he used during his business transactions. However, Cerelle had avoided marriage, despite being betrothed, for long months now. But her waiting had, unfortunately, finally come to an end.

    Maybe her mother was defending her, protecting her from her dreadful fate. But how could Cerelle be sure? Who else would look for her happiness—aside from her sisters—and support her decision?

    "Mother, it's good to see you," Cerelle said softly, not raising her voice at any given moment. "What do I owe this visit?"

[cerellelannister2]

Afternoon Wine, a starter with: @tyshara-the-lioness

     CERELLE LANNISTER'S SLENDER FINGERS, THE PRIMOGENITY AND ELDEST DAUGHTER OF THE LANNISTER FAMILY, danced with the golden chain of her locket with the pendant shaped like a crescent moon. She took a deep breath and rose from one of the multiple couches in her solar. Her left hand still toyed with the golden chain of her locket, but sometimes the chain became stuck between her fingers. Lady Cerelle heard Tyshara enter her solar without giving an opportunity for Cerelle's staff to announce her arrival. The eldest Lannister daughter turned around to face the maids present in her solar and smiled politely.

    "Thank you all for your services. You can retire; I and my sister need a moment alone," Cerelle announced, keeping her tone soft.

    The table had been carefully prepared. A big teapot, two teacups and two cups, some utensils, and multiple desserts had been placed on the table. Cerelle waited a few minutes for all of her maids to retire from her solar. She then placed the desserts over a silver tray and carried them to her bedroom.

     After all, why did she need to meet her sister in such a formal setting? Her bedroom was more private and secretive.

    Especially considering that Cerelle and Tyshara, and, of course, the rest of the Lannister girls—with the exception of when an inappropriate subject was being discussed—used to gossip for hours on end back when they both lived together in Casterly Rock. In whatever bedroom, what is chosen for them to meet?

    When she arrived to her bedroom, Cerelle quickly put the silver tray on the top of a table. Cerelle then sat down and put two globets beside the tray. Lady Cerelle let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her emerald eyes. Under the table, Cerelle grabbed a bottle of Dornish wine and put it next to the desserts. It was an old wine and very expensive. The pride and joy of Lord Jason Lannister, the man who unfortunately was her father, was his wine collection. Cerelle had stolen it the night before she left Casterly Rock and had saved it for a special, or rather terrible, occasion in this case.

    "Wine?" Cerelle asked, but already poured some into Tyshara's cup. "Our dearest, wisest, and precious father decided that I shall marry soon," Cerelle told Tyshara, the news annoying.

    Her anger and resentment were the perfect side dish to serve with the desserts and the wine.

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We are No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, and find out who our court would like to see on our Most Wanted page, send us a raven with any questions and once you're ready to apply, and then join us for plotting and OOC-Chat on our Discord!!

Cerenna is particularly wanted by her older sisters Lady Cerelle Lady Tyshara and Lady Cerissa as well as by Princess Visenya, Princess Jaehaera, Joss Westerling, Violet Vance, Penny Greyjoy, and Jocie Connington.

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The fifth and second youngest daughter of Lord Jason and Lady Johanna, Cerenna is 11, and a court-companion of Princess Visenya, but has otherwise been largely spared from her father's harsh ambitionas one of the youngest children in a family of many girls . A highly extroverted child and very clever for her age, Cerenna's favorite activity is to constantly up against doors in search of the latest gossip. Despite not being privvy to most of the whispers passed between her older sisters, she always manages to unearth the most recent news from King's Landing to pass around with her friends, even though they don't quite yet understand why "Lady Jocasta's belly has swelled because of the stable boy". Uncharacteristically for their family, Lady Cerenna lacks in her musical talent, though Cerelle and Leila have often tried to help her learn. On her father's last name day, Jason allowed Cerenna play her high harp, which left every noble in attendance horrified. However, she is very bright, especially in matters of history and philosophy, having memorized the names and stations of several dozen Houses throughout the kingdom, alongside the titles of all their castles, and is an avid reader with a passion for novels. Suggested faceclaim: Maria Valverde in Los Borgias

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House Lannister ✷ Hear Me Roar

The sovereign Lords of Casterly Rock and the undisputed masters of coin in Westeros, House Lannister is the wealthiest House in the Seven Kingdoms, with golden mines that seem endless, and ancient strongholds said to rest on foundations of treasure buried so deep that dragons themselves could not reach them. Lannister legends speak of deals made with sorcerers and golden lions prowling in their bloodline, and a daring lady who, alongside her cunning sisters, ran from duty to carve a path of her own. Together, they command the Seven Kingdoms from the shadows, shaping the realm with a deftness no king could ever match.

A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood is especially seeking Lord Jason Lannister, his Lady-Wife, Johanna Westerling-Lannister, their second youngest daughter and companion to Princess Visenya, Lady Cerenna Lannister, and Lord Jason's younger twin brother and one of the closest advisors to Lord Otto Hightower, Ser Tyland Lannister.

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Cerelle Lannister ~ The Pearl of The West The Pearls of The Realm are known as the most beautiful, gracious, and kind, eligible maidens from each region of The Seven Kingdoms. Equal parts a lovely friend, enviable peer, and romantic match many a young heir and knight would ride to defend, Pearls are considered the embodiment of everything a Lady should be, and serve as shining examples for all those around them to strive for much and more in everything they do.

Cerelle is written by Nick on @cerellelannister2 who is particularly searching for her parents, Lord Jason and Lady Johanna Lannister, as well as her closest younger sister, Lady Tyshara and second-youngest sister, Cerissa, in addition to enthusiastically welcoming any of our open characters from House Lannister 🩵 home — wanted —navigate — apply — discord

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Wanted Character Connection: Lord Jason Lannister

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Jason is particularly wanted by his eldest daughter, Lady Cerelle Lannister, Joss Westerling, Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell, Lord Dalton Greyjoy, Lysa Farman, Corlys Velaryon, and our Queen Rhaenyra

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The eldest son of the late-Lord Tymond Lannister and his Lady Wife, Jason is 40, and has ruled as the Lord of Casterly Rock for the past 13 years. Together with his wife, Lady Johanna, he is the father of Ladies Cerelle, Tyshara, Cerissa, Leila, Cerenna, and Malora, as well as their youngest child and only son and heir, Loreon; though the boy's heirship has been regarded with great uncertainty over the whole of his five years of life, as he was born with many physical difficulties, and it remains unclear if he will survive to adulthood. Known simultaneously as a loving and even doting father, and a man not above personal pleasures, Jason also has six known bastard children, all of whom are also girls, and the second and third of which both now serve in positions within the Lannister household. A charming, tactical, and clever man, Jason is well-liked as a Lord and well-regarded as a businessman, with a keen eye for promising investment, inborn love of sailing, and ostentatiously opulent tastes, he is not shy about showcasing his status as one of the richest men not only in Westeros but across the whole of the known world nor in using it to his advantage. To those who hold opposite perspectives or opposing interests, however, these qualities are better described as rude, arrogant, and domineering; so certain of his own brilliance and assured in his views both his twin brother, Tyland, and eldest daughter, Cerelle have chosen to cultivate their connections to power within the royal family in furtherance of their own aspirations choosing semi-estrangement with Jason rather than abiding by his dictations. A willing and enthusiastic partner to his wife, Lady Johanna, an indulgent father, and passionate ally, Jason nevertheless favors his vision for his family, Westeros, and their future above all else, and those who wish to join him in it must agree to his terms. Suggested faceclaim: Max Brown in The Tudors

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The eldest daughter of Lord Borros and Lady Elenda Baratheon, Cassandra is 21, and the presumptive heir to storms end. Known to all as a graceful and feminine young Lady, Cassandra takes a special delight in the courtly life, especially when it comes to the rewards of it. Her charm and wit gain the attention of others, and she is constantly surrounded by a large group of her close friends and lovers. Her parents praise her endlessly due to her ability to gain this public attraction. Some whisper the favoritism her parents show her has turned her into a an ungrateful and vicious young Lady, demanding for anything she wants and becoming angry when it is not given to her. Her relationships with her sisters are more cold than not, and Cassandra has been said to show a special hatred towards Maris for reasons unknown to the court. Her position as heir seems to be shakey, even with the extreme love of her parents, and rumor has it that one of her Uncles is destined to replace her, causing her to have a sour relationship with them. Suggested faceclaim: Amy James-Kelly in Blood, Sex, and Royalty

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Cassandra Baratheon is particularly wanted by her sisters, Maris Baratheon, Ellyn Baratheon, and Floris Baratheon, as well as by Princess Jocelyn Baratheon-Targaryen, Princess Baela Targaryen, Ser Jon Swann, and Cerelle Lannister

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The eldest child of Roland Westerling and his Lady wife, Johanna is 35, and the Lady of Casterly Rock. She is the mother of Lady Cerelle, Lady Tyshara, Cerissa, Leila, Cerenna, Melara, and her youngest child and only boy, Loreon, who's status as the heir to Casterly Rock is contested because of his poor health and physical difficulties. Throughout the Court and Kingdom, she is known for her fair judgement, compassion, and loyalty, but is rumored to be indecisive with a headstrong and, when tested, bitter nature. Johanna is known to be particularly close with her eldest daughter, Cerelle, and her middle daughter, Leila, and further maintains an extremely close relationship with her father, Lord Roland Westerling, well-known to be the most highly regarded finance and business advisor for her Lord Father and Lord Husband Suggested faceclaim: Laura Berlin in Vikings

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Cerelle's eyes got wider as she noticed Willam approaching her table, she carefully turned her face so she could look at him. She knew the rumors surrounding her fiancee. "Too careless, too irresponsible, too much off a womanized", was what her little sister Cerenna liked to repeat not in her free time. Even Cerenna at the young age of eleven didn't even know what the other nobles meant. Still it didn't appear to be true, at least from what she was seeing now. It was the Hour of the Wolf, the sun had set a long time ago and he looked sober.

Her slender fingers squeezed the cup of beer harder. She let out a deep breath. She couldn't possibly fantom not even a word of how she could have a reasonable explanation of why a lady of such a good reputation (ignoring the very few rumors that surrounded her) was doing so. She looked at the door, her feet clapping instantly against the wooden floor.

"May you speak lower, please. I don't want to attract too much attention.", Cerelle protested, still keeping her usual level of politeness in her tone. "I just came to fetch something and then I'll go back.", she explained.

"Why are you dressed in such a manner?", Cerelle asked confused.

She then tilted her head, her emerald gaze inspecting his clothes. She took a sip of her beer, squinting her eyes once again.

She genuinely didn't have any ill intent behind her words. Usually, Cerelle was always gentle. Well, it was even more surprising knowing what house she belonged too. However, her words could be interpreted otherwise.

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Before his married life truly began, William decided to enjoy a bit more of his freedom, but without excess. A good example of this was that, even after hours in that place, he was completely sober, having only consumed one beer.

His friends at the tavern had been teasing him for over ten minutes, joking about how different he seemed. They mentioned the rumors that now, since he was going to be a father, he had to be more responsible. Fortunately, they were just rumors, but the truth was that William was worried, thinking about the future.

So worried, in fact, that he thought he was imagining seeing her in front of him. But when he looked again, he realized it wasn’t an illusion—it was truly his fiancée.

This was not the kind of place for a lady like her, especially that tavern, known for being so dangerous that even his friends didn’t know how to find him there.

William quickly stood up and approached her. "Cerelle…" he called as he neared. "What are you doing here? Did you come alone? This place is far too dangerous for you." His tone was full of concern, and his expression showed that he meant it. He didn’t want her there—not out of shame or anger, but because he didn't want to see her get hurt.