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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.

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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.

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     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?"

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    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.

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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?"

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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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Character Biography Under the Cut

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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The Pearls of The Realm

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

We are a 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 most on our Most Wanted Page, send us a raven with any questions and once you're ready apply, and then join us for plotting and OOC-chat on our Discord!!

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Character Biography Under the Cut

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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Johanna Lannister is particularly wanted by @cerellelannister2, @daltongreyjoy-rp, @goldenclarice, @stunningladysam, and @josswesterling

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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.

starter with @cerellelannister2

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.

[cerellelannister2]

Cerelle let out a discreteful sigh, as the eldest she had always made sure her manners were in check even though only her father was present at the table. Unfortunately, her lady mother had already retired with the other children. Cerelle carefully raised her goblet, her fingers squeezing the dishwasher higher than necessary. Cerelle tilted her head, a few golden locks had escaped from her updo. She took a sip of wine. Arbor wine. She knew every single note of that liquid, it was a familiar taste. Almost natural. Her family had a fondness for that wine. It was considered one of the best wines Westeros produced. However, Cerelle didn't know if her family truly enjoyed it or if it was merely a way of showing their riches. Cerelle would never figured it out. After all, what ruled a Lannister was ruled by both their pride and riches.

Cerelle took another sip of her drink, then her gaze faced her father. Her demure changed slightly noting the wine stains of the white shirt of her father. Cerelle's green eyes got wide, she couldn't imagine what she would do if her precious blue dress got stained with wine. Although, it didn't appear to be an accident. It was, certainly, deliberated.

"Father, you ruined your shirt.", Cerelle said softly as she finally put her glass down. "Eight and ten, but I fear my next name day it's still far away.", Cerelle confessed as she looked at her father. "I think another cat would be a lovely gift for my name day.", she said, trying to change the subject.

Her left hand then reached to grab a small pastry and put it on her plate.

"Although, why do you ask?", Cerelle asked as she kept her gaze fixed on her father.

His emerald eyes were facing her, almost a mirror of her gaze looking back at her.

Ser Jason Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, Warden of the West. The Red Keep, Lannister Suite, 129 AC.

After dinner, Johanna took the other children for a stroll once around the courtyard to catch the last moonrays of their first night in the Red Keep. Ser Jason and his eldest daughter would have a small discussion in the meantime. All of the Lannister kin were stationed in King’s Landing. All but his son whose condition, he is told; is currently too fragile to make the long journey required. He wore a white linen shirt left half undone as it billowed over his quietly muscular frame. Small stains of Arbor wine lay in wait for the chambermaid to stamp out.

“Cerelle, dear,” he paused briefly, dropping his eyes from his daughter before dabbing his fingers with a linen cloth. “How old are you this year? Tell daddy again please?” He blotted his lips with the same cloth before placing it on his plate. The dishware and utensils were all brought over from Casterly Rock to the capital. He’d never allow for him or his family to travel to inadequate living conditions.

[cerellelannister2]

Cerelle hadn't slept much last night, her younger siblings had decided to torment — or as Loreon and Melara called it —, need her to 'protect' them after the poisoning of Queen Rhaenyra. After some minutes, she finally entered the great hall where she was supposed to reunite with Joss, her cousin. Cerelle's demeanor looked softer at the sight of her cousin — they had always gotten along. And right now, she needed to be surrounded by trustable people. Being in King's Landing sometimes felt like being trapped in a viper's nest. You never knew who you could trust and who secretly was praying to the Gods for your downfall.

Yes, Cerelle was a lioness. A proud one, always trying to stand graciously among the others. Always planning and preparing. Playing the part others expected her to. After all, she was used to being the center of attention. Despite, secretly despising every minute of it.

Although she was a lioness, lions weren't poisonous so she was still prone to danger. As everyone else could be. Cerelle felt just like a single pawn in a game that she didn't know who was playing.

Cerelle stopped focusing on her thoughts and redirected her focus to her cousin. He certainly wasn't doing well after watching Queen Rhaenyra being poisoned during her coronation. She wasn't even queen for a long time and an attempt on her life was already made.

That was attroucious.

"I didn't get much sleep last night, poor Melara and Loreon were terrified. I had to play with them until they were tired.", Cerelle explained. "I don't know anything about the state of the queen.", Cerelle continued softly as she looked at him.

Cerelle then let out a small sigh, she looked around. Her green eyes fluttered around the room, she could feel her eyelids almost close.

"But how are you?", Cerelle asked in a soft tone. "Tell me how are things with Tyshara. Are you two getting along?", Cerelle questioned worried.

The Golden Cousins: with @cerellelannister2

Joss had barely slept the entire night.  Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see playing behind his eyelids was the moment after the funeral where Princess Rhaenyra—Queen Rhaenyra now, he reminded himself—had sipped from her drink and fallen to the ground.  The horror and fear on her face was an image that likely wasn’t going to leave his mind soon.  A part of him knew his anxiety over the matter was unneeded and perhaps a bit disrespectful.  He wasn’t close to the Queen and he was almost certainly safe from whatever poisonor lurked within the walls of the Red Keep.  He was the male heir to a fairly important, but easily forgettable house.  As far as he could tell, it was unlikely he was in any danger.

But there had been another thought that had kept him awake.  If anyone else beyond the Queen’s family were to be in danger, he could see the poisoner targeting his cousin Cerelle.  She was a female heir to a great house, which was the exact same position Queen Rhaenyra occupied.  If the poisoner had not wanted a female Queen, Joss doubted they would be particularly fond of a woman ruling House Lannister.  It was this thought that had him rising as early as could be permissible and sending off an invitation to his cousin asking to meet in the great hall downstairs.  He needed to warn her and he also needed to take his mind off all that had recently occured.  

Once the allotted time had arrived, Joss exited his chambers.  Even for such an early hour, the atmosphere of the Red Keep was too hushed.  Servants rushed by him quickly and the few nobles who were already awake hardly looked at him as they walked past.  Joss couldn’t blame them.  He hardly knew who to trust either.  The only person in the castle who he trusted was Cerelle.  They had known each other since they were children and visits to Casterly Rock had been common in his youth, though the frequency had diminished after his father’s death.  Still, Joss held a deep love for his cousin and he was relieved she was here.  

He entered the main hall and spotted Cerelle almost immediately.  Her Lannister blonde hair always helped her stand out in a crowd.  Joss quickly crossed the room to her, feeling himself smile despite the tense situation.  Her face was a welcome sight after the tense and lonely night he’d suffered through.  When he reached her, he gathered both of her hands into his own.  To outsiders, it probably looked like a comforting gesture he was extending to her, but it was the opposite.  Joss felt untethered and Cerelle’s hands in his instantly soothed some of his anxiety.  “Thank you for coming to meet me.  There were a few things I wanted to speak about.  But first of all, are you alright?  I know last night was…difficult.”  That was putting it mildly.  “I hope Princess Rhaena is doing okay.  Have you heard about the queen’s status?”  All Joss knew was that she was still alive, thank the gods.  But he didn’t know much else about her condition, but perhaps with Cerelle’s position as Rhaena’s lady in waiting, she would know more about how the Queen was doing.

[cerellelannister2]

Cerelle entered gracefully Lady Calla's chambers, her emerald gaze quickly inspected the room and her lips transformed into an approving smile. Cerelle sat down, her left hand quickly smoothed the skirts of her blue dress. She always needed to make sure that she looked her very best. After all, she had joined Princess Rhaena's household so Cerelle had to uphold her image. Especially, in such trying times the royal family was going through.

"Your chambers are a delight amid this chaos, Lady Calla.", Cerelle said politely.

Cerelle took a few seconds, then with her left hand, she carefully poured some tea into her cup. She raised the teacup and drank some of the marvelous tea. Gracefully, she then put the teacup on the surface of the table again.

"I will be direct Lady Calla. I understand that these are difficult times for the royal house. Therefore, I believe that the matter I have in hands is of importance...", Lady Cerelle explained, keeping her soft tone.

Cerelle stayed quiet for a few seconds, not exactly trying to prolong the conversation, but thinking about how to admit one of her failures. Lannisters were prideful, everyone knew that. It was like their signature — besides their beauty, their golden curls and emerald gaze.

"I believe I might need some training in terms of being a lady in waiting, Lady Calla. I fear messing up this opportunity, especially in such crucial times so perhaps you could help me, my lady?", Cerelle asked softly as she looked at Lady Calla. "It would be an honor to learn from the best, after all."

noble duties

a dialogue within @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood, closed starter with @cerellelannister2

The Red Keep was a labyrinth of chaos in the aftermath of King Viserys’ funeral feast. The night had passed in a blur for Calla, a rush of emotions from panic to paranoia and eventually a cold rage that settled low in her heart. Sleep had come fitfully in the time afterward, and when it did come, it was short. As Queen Rhaenyra had retreated from the court for the strength of her health, Calla had come to take on more responsibilities needed by the machinations of the royal court and the normal functions of the Queen’s family. Rhaenyra needed to be with her blood in a time like this. And Calla wanted nothing else than to serve her Queen with her duties.

Prunella had brought her a cup of strong black tea garnished with a small lemon slice a few minutes earlier, the scent wafting to Calla’s nose as she wrote a strongly worded letter. She had finished with one meeting thirty minutes earlier, taking a short break to organize letters that had been left behind the scope of recent events. Calla finished the letter with a harsh stroke and placed the quill back in its ordained place. With a slow movement, she brought the cup to her lips, sipping as she turned her mind to the next part of her day.

Lady Cerelle Lannister had requested a meeting before the death of Viserys, citing a wish for new familiarity regarding her recent role at court. Cerelle Lannister now served Princess Rhaena, a position now more important than ever. Princess Rhaena deserved ladies-in-waiting who served her and fought for her desires. Princess Rhaena had a sense of elegant cunning that Calla respected, finding the similarities between her and her father and stepmother. Calla had scheduled the meeting for the current day, but given recent events, the tone of the meeting would change. With that thought, Calla relaxed the tension lines in her face, tucking loose strands of silver-blonde hair back into the braids that Umma had lovingly made many hours previously. With a quick glance at her reflection, Calla restored her impeccable look, creating the mask of professional elegance that the court knew her by. It was best that they saw that version of her in a time like this.

Calla had heard whispers about Lady Cerelle, a mixture of speculation and compliments. She had seen the young woman in brief public moments, admiring her blue silks and sense of fashion. "Lady Moonstone", Calla had heard Cerelle's title sung like a ballad. It had intrigued Calla’s mind, wondering if the blue fabrics were a statement of her position with her family. She had come to King’s Landing quickly to serve Princess Rhaena, and the words coming to Calla were that the Lannister heir had created a rift with her father that could not be healed. Calla knew what it was like to be the heir. She had been heir apparent to Lord Bartimos and Ser Clement for eight years. Even though she had been a child, the words of responsibility swirled around her and had never left. Lady Cerelle had come to court when she would have to adapt to succeed.

Eventually, Prunella stepped into the personal study of Calla’s chambers, coming to take the still-hot tea.

“My lady, Lady Cerelle is here. She awaits you in the next room.” Calla nodded to her, sweeping from her chair and into the next room with a light expression on her face. Prunella trailed after Calla with her head bowed, setting a platter with a pot of tea for the two of them. She disappeared from the room as Calla strode forward and took a spot in her favorite chair.

“Lady Cerelle, please, sit.” Calla politely waved for Lady Cerelle to take the opposite seat and offered a small smile to the young woman, casting an admiring eye for the rich silks and embroidery there. Lannister gold paid for finery that even Calla envied.

“It is a pleasure to meet you one-on-one. Please enjoy the tea if you wish.” Calla lifted her cup to her lips and took another sip, letting the warm liquid settle in her chest before she spoke.

“Please forgive me for my directness, Lady Cerelle. It is a trying time in Queen Rhaenyra’s household. But what may I assist you with?” Calla turned her dark violet eyes to the Lannister heir, holding a polite but inquisitive look for the young woman sitting before her.

[cerellelannister2]

The Thorn Of Casterly Rock, wanted characters: Cerissa Lannister

Cerelle Lannister is searching for Cerissa Lannister for the @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

CERISSA LANNISTER, Lady Cerissa of House Lannister, The Thorn of Casterly Rock, 15, Léa Seydox

Cerissa Lannister is the third daughter of Lady Johanna of House Lannister, previous Westerling, and Ser Jason Lannister, the Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport and Warden of the West. Cerissa Lannister is the middle child of the Lannister family unlike her two older sisters Lady Cerelle of House Lannister, the heiress of Casterly Rock, and Lady Tyshara Lannister, the future lady consort of house Westerling, her destiny is still undertiminated. Cerissa Lannister earned the nickname "The Thorn of Casterly Rock" due to her sharp tongue and her sharp mind. Usually, Lady Cerissa when she mocks someone, her insults are so clever than most people only understand the true nature of her poisonous words days later. As it happens with her older sisters, Cerissa is also known for her beauty.

Also wanted by Lady Johanna Lannister and Lady Tyshara Lannister.

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