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It is not until she can notice Jaehaera's eyes turning for the skies that Aelinor gather's the courage to look at her . Her dearest one was all silver and gold , a treasure far more precious that all the coin and jewels in the Queen's arks . She had been hers , once . Once upon a time , Aelinor Marbrand had been the wealthiest woman alive , all because she had been hers . The memories threaten to make her voice quiver , to betray her and all the years she had spent trying to forget . ❝ Every night before I lay to sleep and every morning after I wake , ❞ she responds quietly . ❝ I may have even prayed right as I noticed your steps coming towards me . ❞ Prayer , what a futile thing , tedious as any chore and most often ignored by the Gods above . Aelinor would never dare say it out loud , experience had taught her better than to speak ill of the Seven , yet she could not change what she felt in her heart . ❝ I do not doubt that the Gods could deal us yet another bargain , perhaps one even worse than the one we already did earn ourselves . Yet , it might be the case that only a conversation will not offend them so . ❞ Besides , what else could they take from me , when they have already taken you ? Do not challenge them . Have you learned nothing ?

the  years  between  them  have  been  long,  filled  with  an  absence  that  pulls  at  the  edges  of  the  heart  and  leaves  behind  a  wound,  gaping  and  raw   —   as  if  jaehaera  could  press  her  fingertips  to  the  center  of  her  chest  and  they  would  come  away  red,  blood  stained.  her  finger  twitches  at  the  thought,  at  her  gaze  running  over  the  fine,  delicate  features  of  a  woman  who  once  might  have  been  hers;  she  can  imagine  it,  staining  aelinor's  skin  red,  dragging  her  thumbs  over  the  tops  of  her  cheeks  and  painting  them  pink.  jaehaera  has  to  turn  away  and  avert  her  gaze.  she  echoes,   “   well  deserved,   ”   and  lets  her  eyes  drift  upward,  as  if  being  watched  and  studied  by  the  gods  themselves  (  only  a  narcissist  would  deem  themselves  worthy  of  the  gods  attention  ).   “   have  you  prayed,  my  dearest  lady?  i  wonder  if  the  gods  will  be  happy  with  us  talking.  perhaps  another  bargain,  neither  fair  nor  happy,  is  on  its  way.   ”   

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❝ Soar they do , ❞ Nehir admitted , her mind immediately going to the images she had seen carefully drawn in history books . The beast Meraxes flying over Dorne , raining fire and blood down on the dornishmen that refused to bow , bend , or break . She smiled remembering what had happened next . ❝ Yet so does bird , so does an insect . Mighty beasts , yes , ❞ The Princess' eyes went to the sky , looking directly at the sun above her even as it's glow made her eyes water . ❝ But not mightier than anything . And not as immortal as they may seem . ❞ Colorful spots began to dance across her vision , telling her it was now time to avert her eyes from the sun above . Oh , how she wished she could look at it for hours . ❝ Tell me , my lady , do you think dragons capable of flying higher than the sun ? Or do you think the sun could perish from a lone scorpion bolt ? ❞

the   essosi   noblewoman   was   surprised   at   the   other's   response,   the   dragons   were   infamous   -   their   glory   reaching   across   the   narrow   sea   that   even   their   long   dwindled   kin   by   ancestry   was   in   awe.   in   her   younger   days,   when   fingers   touched   the   spine   of   old   tomes   in   her   family   library,   amaera   wondered   if   the   rogares   could   ever   influence   those   majestic   creatures   ⸺   once   upon   a   time   her   people   left   valyria,   she's   a   descendent   so   shouldn't   they   also   be   worthy.   foolish   childish   thoughts   but   she   was   indeed   a   mere   child   back   then.   head   moves   upwards   -   nodding,   periwinkle   hues   gazing   at   martell   as   dark   locks   fall   delicately   across   shoulders.   "   i   look   forward   to   the   moment   we   can   witness   their   power,   "   she   states,   tone   rising   with   excitement.   "   and   who   could   blame   them,   they   can   soar   in   the   sky   unlike   us   mere   mortals.   "

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ could you run away and leave this life behind ? ❜ ft. @gracvlvss aelinor marbrand + ciaran royce

The wind on her hair , a scream of joy in her throat , a pair of arms around her waist . We could fly away , she had said once , warm and hopeful under silk sheets , to one who had no means to take her to the skies and fly her far from the world that she so despised . We could fly away . We would go east , find a place for you and me , and never have to be apart . Those were the dreams of a girl . A girl long gone , a girl that Aelinor tried so hard but could never seem to forget . We could fly away . ❝ I do not think I could , my lord . ❞ She smiled at the man , not betraying a single one of her musings . ❝ This is my home . My family , my lord husband , my beloved Ashemark . All that i have is here . ❞ She is here . That she did not say, but the thought burned in her mind . ❝ Could you , if that meant leaving all you have and love ? ❞

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The mere idea of being so far from home was unsettling enough . Nehir had been on edge from the moment she came down from the Martell ship and set foot on King's Landing . She had enough to deal with already , and she did not need to worry about having people following her steps . ❝ You should have spoken from the moment you noticed it fallen , then , ❞ Nehir said as she turned to fully face the lady . What a meek little thing she seemed to be . ❝ Were I any other you could have found yourself in danger once you were noticed , my lady . ❞ She extended her hand as she gave a rehearsed smile , one that was pleasant enough but did not quite reach her eyes . The Princess's Smile , her father liked to call it . Good for diplomacy but never so much as to indicate genuinity . ❝ Thankfully I am who I am and I pose no danger . Now , if I may have what is mine . ❞

"i know you’re watching me. show yourself". her voice was firm and cutting, and nasrin had no choice but to emerge from her alcove. she had to salvage this or daenaera would be cross. she curtsied, "i apologize, your highness, i meant nothing by it." she pulled something out of her pocket and worried at the cloth for a moment before turning her doe eyes to the princess. "i only wanted to return this," nasrin held out a handkerchief, neatly folded. @gcdschosen

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ the truth always comes out , one way or another . ❜ ft. @steelfyre

nehir nymeros martell + trystane tyrell

❝ Oh , there is no doubt of that , my lord . ❞ The princess did not like the implications of his words . It sounded innocent enough , yes , but Nehir had enough diplomatic experience to know that even the sweetest words could hide the darkest intentions . ❝ But , do say , what brings such comment ? Surely you do not suspect of any truths being hidden from us , do you ? ❞ She watched him carefully , waiting to catch on the smallest change on his expression . Nehir was not entirely sure of what he spoke about , but now that he had spoken , she was determined to find out .

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ a fair bargain leaves both sides unhappy , i’ve heard it said . ❜ ft. @laments

aelinor marbrand + jaehaera targaryen

❝ I would not know , ❞ Aelinor said without looking at her . How long had it been since the last time she had held a conversation with Jaehaera ? How long since their own pride and ignorance had cursed the bond between them ? ❝ Our bargain was neither fair nor happy . ❞ She kept her eyes focused on the view in front of her , still refusing to look at the one that had once held her heart so dearly in her hands . Something inside her ached , burned to lock eyes with her , and yet she could not . Was it fear ? No , Aelinor was long past fear of her . Anger ? Maybe , though if she was angry then Jaehaera had as much right to be as well . Not even Aelinor herself could tell what it was that she felt . She sighed . Unhappy indeed . ❝ But perhaps it was well deserved . ❞

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ i didn't lie .❜ ft. @gordianknct aelinor marbrand + velaena targaryen

❝ I would never dare accuse you of such a thing , your highness , ❞ aelinor said with a perfectly rehearsed smile . Lies , all lies . Aelinor had not only accused Velaena of lying in the past , but of so many more things . She had gotten away with it too . It had been such a fun game back when they were younger , Aelinor supposed it would be fun still ten years later . ❝ Though perhaps if you are so worried that I might it would be wise to let someone else know of my misdeeds . ❞

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ i enjoy the night . without the dark , we’d never see the stars .❜ ft. @heartfyres nehir nymeros martell + allyria dayne

The princess smiled at her . Allyria's company was always a welcomed one . ❝ It is no surprise that you of all people would say something like that , my friend . ❞ Not many could say they held such a dear spot in Princess Nehir's heart , and even fewer were the ones with whom she would speak with such naturality . ❝ But though I much prefer the sun shining during day time , I must agree with you , ❞ her eyes went to the sky as she spoke , lazily gazing upon the stars until she found Nymeria's star , shining brightly with her ten thousand ships right behind her . She turned her face to Allyria with a smile . ❝ The stars are a true wonder , even if none more so than the one besides me tonight . ❞

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ when does a man become a monster ? ❜ ft. @heavnle aelinor marbrand + daemon celtigar

❝ Well , well . Is that not an age old question , ❞ the Lady of Ashemark sighed . Such a profound question , one that Aelinor had so often asked herself when she was but a girl , admiring the dragons that flew over Castamere and day dreamed of raging fires and falling ashes . ❝ I shall tell you something few are willing to admit out loud , my lord , ❞ she continued , her eyes glinting as she spoke . ❝ A man does not become a monster , for mankind was monstrous from its very conception ❞ .

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SENTENCE STARTER : ❛ have you ever seen the dragons ? ❜ ft. @oftroje nehir nymeros martell + amera rogare

❝ Not yet , I have not . ❞ Nehir spoke as neutrally as she could , she knew that many of the guests in King's Landing were eager to see those beasts . Some found them glorious , others talked of them in both terror and awe . To Nehir , those overgrown lizards and their riders held no greatness worth of the fuss they created . ❝ But I suppose it is only a matter of time before we all do , ❞ she said with a sigh , turning to the lady by her side . ❝ I have heard the Targaryens like to show off their mounts . ❞

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Listening to a bard sing was not as entertaining as being the one playing the song . However , it was neither proper for the Lady of Ashemark to bring out her vielle and shadow the man with her own music nor was she carrying the instrument with her in the first place . Once the song was finished , she clapped politely before turning away to grab some wine from the refreshments table .

❝ It was , ❞ she agreed . ❝ But what a strange thing to ask of a stranger ,❞ she said with a raise of her eyebrow . She did not expect anyone to approach her at the moment , much less an unknown woman with a queer question . For whatever reason she could not quite place at the moment , she decided to humor it . ❝ It is not a happy one , I must warn you . Would you still like to hear it . ❞

𓂅 OPEN 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 , event one : the gardens .

the songs dance through the 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴 . tart grape stains her lips as she lowers her 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 , nimble fingers tapping against engraved gold . the bard's tale was 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 — she never thought the westerosi could be so 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 , from all accounts she'd been given . " such a lovely melody ... " she muses , " songs & their 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 tell a lot about their keeper . would you 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 my 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 and tell me your favourite tale ? "

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Nehir had never particularly liked the northerner's ways of celebrating . Their events always felt overly produced and not lively enough , or at least that was her perspective . Everything seemed rehearsed , no one felt authentic . It was suffocating . And so she walked away . Everywhere she turned there seemed to be someone else , every path seemed to take to another interaction she did not wish to have . She was about to walk away from the path when yet again she saw someone standing at the end of it , but propriety and diplomacy forbade her to do so once he directed words at her .

❝ It is , actually , ❞ she responded . The man did not give her a smile and she thanked Mother Rhoyne for not having to put up a pleasant expression herself . ❝ It seems that this city is in severe lacking of quiet places. ❞ Not to count all the other things it lacks , she thought . ❝ Even if I have to admit that Sunspear is not a sanctuary of silence either. ❞

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after  making  sufficient  rounds,  socializing  longer  than his personal preference, particularly given the ilk of company surrounding him, theon had quietly stepped away from the heart of the gathering under the guise of exploring the gardens. it was solitude he truly sought and found in an area off the main pathway. but only for a short time. the approaching footsteps were loud in contrast to the silence, irregardless that the wolf was naturally on guard in the south.  ❝ it's quieter here - if that's what you're seeking. ❞   no smile accompanied the words but calm tone lacked any bite, reciting a simple fact.

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𝐆𝐂𝐃𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 is a dependent , mumu blog for @westeroslive , featuring . . .

Aelinor Marbrand . Lady of Ashemark .

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Nehir Nymeros Martell . Princess of Dorne .

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  the  arrival  of  NEHIR  of  house  NYMEROS MARTELL,  the  PRINCESS OF DORNE .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  loyal  and  obstinate  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  horse riding and dancing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of a beautiful damsel that can easily become the distress; flying to close to the sun and yet managing not to fall; the constant and intense drumming of blood pumping beneath your skin; a hushed prayer by the riverside; a woman, dancing like fire in an empty ballroom.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with HOUSE MARTELL AND DORNE .

basic  information.

full  name :  nehir nymeros martell .   title :  princess of dorne .   moniker :  the princess of the river , the orphan princess .   age :  thirty - four .   gender  &  pronouns :  cis  woman ,  she / her .   orientation :  aromantic ,  heterosexual .   birthplace :  sunspear ,  dorne .  religion :  the cult of mother rhoyne the faith of the seven .  marital  status :  unmarried .  allegiance :  house  martell ,  dorne .

personality.

positive :  loyal , caring , resourceful , intelligent , principled .   negative :  obstinate , self righteous , dogmatic , possessive , suspicious .   astrological  sign :  leo .   moral  alignment :  true neutral .   temperament :  sanguine .   mbti :  estj ( the executive ) .   enneagram :  8 ( the protector ) .   hobbies : horse riding , dancing , swimming . 

family.

father :  prince doran martell ,  ruling prince of dorne .   mother :  princess carynne martell ,  ruling princess of dorne .   siblings :  lord murad martell ,  older half - brother ;  princess nisa martell ,  younger  sister . lady esila martell ,  younger  half - sister .   issue : asaad sand , bastard son . others :  tbd .

biography.

𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜  𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 .

Prince  Doran  and  Princess  Caryanne  welcomed  the  new  Princess  of  Dorne  into  the  world  with  all  the  honor  and  celebration  owed  to  a  babe  of  their  own .  A  feast ,  extending  from  the  keep’s  own  halls ,  all  the  way  to  the  streets  and  bazaars  of  Sunspear ,  full  of  food  and  drink ,  open  to  highborns  and  smallfolk  alike .  Fireworks ,  brought  all  the  way  from  the  free cities ,  thrown  into  the  nightsky  for  the  delight  of  all .  A  service  at  the  Sept  of  Sunspear  that  lasted  throughout  the  day ,  as  well  as  old  rites  performed  at  the  banks  of  the  Greenblood  to  announce  the  birth  to  Mother  Rhoyne  herself .  All  in  the  name  of  the  newborn  princess  sleeping  peacefully  in  her  father’s  arms .

𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢  𝚛𝚊𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 .  𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜  𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 .

Nehir.  The  river  princess ,  they  called  her ,  even  before  she  could  pronounce  her  own  name  or  walk  on  her  own  feet .  Nehir’s  infancy  was  spent  at  the  water  gardens ,  held  in  her  mother’s  arms  and  crawling  behind  her  brother’s  steps .  Her childhood ,  as  bright  and  warm  as  the  sun  itself ,  saw  many  games  with  her  younger  siblings  and  many  lessons  on  at  her  father’s  desk .  Ancient  voices  resounded  in  her  mind  as  she  grew .  Voices  that  spoke  in  the  common  tongue ,  but  also  in  the old  tongue  of  the  andals ,  the  lost  language  of  the  first  men ,  the  elegant  drawl  of  high  valyrian .  The  voices  of  her  ancestors .  But  none  as  loud  as  those  of  the  Rhoynar .

𝙽𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊  𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 .  𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 .  𝙰𝚗𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚍𝚘  𝚢𝚘𝚞 .

Centuries  had  passed  since  the  conquest .  Nehir  loved  to  read  about  Meria  Martell .  The  woman  who  faced  a  dragon  and  refused  to  bow .  She  liked  to  think  of  her  people  as  well ,  the  dornish ,  always  strong ,  always  resilient ,  always  free .  When  the  whole  continent  was  made  to  kneel ,  the  dornish  preferred  to  fight .

𝙰  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎  𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚏  𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 .  𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝙽𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜  𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊  𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚕𝚊���𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 .

Nehir  grew  as  a  princess  should ,  and  behaved  just  as  well .  Though  the  pride  for  her  land  and  heritage  was  undeniable ,  the  young  princess  was  far  from  what  many  might  think  a  dornishwoman  to  be  like .  She  spoke  calmly ,  with  an  impassive  expression  on  her  face ,  walked  with  severity  and  was  rarely  loud  in  public .  She  confused  many  emissaries  with  her  attitude ,  and  though ,  she  didn’t  deign  laugh  in  front  of  them ,  it  amused  her .  To  those  who  knew  her ,  though ,  she  was  nothing  if  not  dornish .  She  danced  freely  to  her  people’s  music ,  would  not  eat  anything  if  not  heavily  spiced  and  would  not  drink  any  wine  made  anywhere  else  than  her  homeland ,  she  would  ride  her  sandsteed  for  hours  a  day ,  oftentimes  finding  her  way  to  the  Greenblood  where  she  talked  to  the  Orphans  in  the  old  tongue  of  the  Rhoynar .

𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚎𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚊𝚗  𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 .

It  was  them  that  truly  taught  her  about  Mother  Rhoyne .  She  had  read  about  the  goddess , heard  prayers  even ,  but  no one  in  Sunspear  truly  worshipped  as  the  Orphans  did .  This  was  the  goddess  of  her  people .  This  was  who  Nymeria  prayed  to  when  she  helped  Mors  defeat  the  other  Kings .  This  was  who  had  branched  the  riverbed  to  provide  water  to  the  dornishmen during  the  wars .  Nehir  was  used  to  praying  to  the  Seven ,  but  never  had  she  felt  so  close  to  the  Divine  than  when  praying  to  Mother  Rhoyne .

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛  𝚒𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚎𝚊𝚛 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 .  𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚜𝚘  𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 .

But  her  faith  was  irrelevant  to  anyone  but  her .  Were  she  not  a  Princess of  Dorne ,  she  might  just  run  away  and  join  the  Orphans  on  the  Greenblood .  Alas ,  the  River  Mother  had  other  plans  for  her .  She  was  a  princess ,  and  she  did  her  duties .  She  traveled  through  Westeros ,  meeting  lords  and  ladies ,  signing  trade  treaties  in  her  father’s  name ,  giving  gifts  away  to  northerners  that  would  never  fully  appreciate  them –not  just  northerners  from  the North ,  but anyone  north  of  the Red  Mountains. Nehir’s  animosity  did not  discriminate  any  region  of  Westeros .  She  did  all  that  while  learning ,  storing  away  information  for  the  day  it  might  come  handy  and  Dorne  could  be  free  again .

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 , 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗 .

Not  all  trips  were  for  business ,  though ,  sometimes ,  even  a  princess  should  take  time  for  herself .  Leisure  took  Nehir  to  the  free  cities ,  and  pleasure  took  her  to  a  stranger’s  bed .  The  man  gave  her  a  name  and  nothing  more ,  as  did  she  for  him .  A  lovely  night  turned  into  a  nice  memory  as  she  embarked  back  home ,  all  without  knowing  she  had  been  given  so  much  more  than  a  name  and  a night .  Nehir  knew  of  the  life  inside  her  from  the  moment  the  first  wave  of  nausea  hit  her .  She  rushed  to  the  Maester  and  he  gave  her  a  time  estimate .  That  night  suddenly  came  to  mind .  It  mattered  not .  A  child  was  a  blessing  no  matter  what ,  and  even  without  a  father  it  could  grow  happily .  Still ,  a  father  deserved  to  know  he  was  to  become  one ,  did he  not ?  She  sent  her  people  to  the  free  cities ,  to  look  for  the  father  of  her  child .  They  came  home  without  a  man  but  with  a  name ,  and  Nehir’s  illusion  of  her  child  perhaps  knowing  its  father  went  away .  He  was  one  of  them .  He  could  not  be  her  son’s  father .  Asaad  was  hers  and  only  hers ,  the  blood  of  Dorne  and  none  other .

𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖  𝚘𝚏  𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖  𝚘𝚏  𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖  𝚘𝚏  𝚊  𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 .

It  was  not  that  Nehir  wished  to  usurp  her  brother’s  birthright ,  it  truly  wasn’t .  A  bastard  though  he  may  be ,  he  was  still  her  father’s  son ,  the  blood  of  her  blood ,  a  brother  in  her  heart .  In  fact ,  it  was  not  as  if  she  could  usurp  anything .  She  was  the  eldest  Princess .  She  should  be  the  heir  to  Sunspear .  She  knew  for  a  fact  that  she  was  the  best  option  for  the  position .  But  father  didn’t  seem  so  sure .  And  she  was  reasonable  on  top  of  everything .  Even  if  father  decided  against  her .  Even  if  her  bastard  dear  brother  got  the  throne ,  she  could  live  with  that .  If  not  for  the  fact  that  his  ideals  and  projections  were  so  far  away  from  her  own .  He  could  not  see  the  errors  in  his  thinking .  Nehir  did  not  wish  to  fight  his  brother ,  truly ,  but  if  he  would  not  accept  her  ways ,  then  he  should  step  away .

𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞 ?  𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕  𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 . 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖  𝚜𝚎𝚎  𝚒𝚝 .

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  the  arrival  of  AELINOR  of  house  MARBRAND,  the  LADY AND HEIR TO ASHEMARK.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  clever  and  resentful  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  cyvasse and music.�� if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a beautiful face and a sharp mind, working in unity to achieve any goal; an old song, forgotten by many but treasured by one, sung in the dark of the night; the intoxicating scent of orange blossoms and honey, lingering in the air and dancing behind a woman as she walks; a smile as bright as gold, capable of charming even the coldest hearts; a pile of old, handwritten letters, kept neatly stored yet collecting dust where they have been left to be forgotten.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HERSELF.

basic information.

full name : aelinor myrielle marbrand . nickname(s) : allie . title : lady of ashemark ( presumed heir ) . moniker : the lady of ashes , aelinor the golden . age : thirty . gender & pronouns : cis woman , she / her . orientation : panromantic , pansexual . birthplace : ashemark , the westerlands . religion : faith of the seven . marital status : married . allegiance : herself .

personality.

positive : charming , clever , dtermined , independent , focused. negative : resentful , vindictive , obsessive , headstrong , secretive . astrological sign : virgo . moral alignment : chaotic neutral . temperament : melancholic . mbti : ENTJ ( the commander ) . enneagram : 1 ( the perfectionist ) . hobbies : cyvasse , playing music , needlework .

family.

father : lord tbd marbrand , ruling lord of ashemark . mother : lady myrielle marbrand , ruling lady of ashemark , deceased . step mother : lady tbd marbrand , ruling lady of ashemark , second wife to the ruling lord. siblings : lady tbd marbrand , younger sister ; lord jason marbrand , younger half - brother . spouse : tbd . others : tbd .

biography.

𝙰  𝚜𝚘𝚗 .  𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 .

But  Aelinor  was  not  born  a  son .  Instead ,  a  beautiful  and  silent  little  girl  came  into  the  world  as  Ruling  Lord  Marbrand’s  first  born . 

𝙷𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞 ,  𝙸  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 .  𝙷𝚊𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 .

No  matter ,  the  little  lady  needed  not  her  father’s  love .  She  had  her  mother ,  she  had  her  septa ,  she  had  her  nurses .  Perhaps  not  all  of  them  loved  her  either ,  but  they  taught  her  and  fed  her  and  played  with  her  and  gave  her  all the  care  and  attention  a  girl  might  need  to  grow  into  a  proper  young  lady .

𝚈𝚎𝚝 ,  𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 ,  𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 .

It  was  the  Lady  of  Catamere’s  idea .  The  young  lady  Jaehaera  needed  a  companion ,  and  if  the  Marbrands  had  already  provided  a  dragon  of  a  bride ,  why  should  they  not  provide  another  with  a  friend .  Their  house  was  already  at  odds  with  the  Lannisters ,  and  the  stronger  the  bond  of  the  Marbrands  to  the  Targaryens ,  the  less  risk  the  animosity  from  the  lions  of  the  rock  posed  to  them .

𝚂𝚘  𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 ,  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚊  𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚢𝚎  𝚘𝚛  𝚊  𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚊  𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗  𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 .  𝙳𝚘  𝚖𝚎  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 .

And  proud  she  would  make  him .  At  first  the  friendship was  artificial ,  a  game  of  make  believe  in  which  Aelinor  acted  as  though  this  was  a  friend  she  had  chosen  for  herself  and  not  a  tool  to  use  for  her  house  and  her  own  gain .  Jaehaera  and  Aelinor .  Aelinor  and  Jaehaera .  Never  one  without  the  other .  Always  moving  as  a  unit . 

𝚂𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚊  𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 .  𝙰𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚒𝚝 .

It  was  strange ,  at  first ,  but  what  had  been  an  act  quickly  became  an  undeniable  truth .  Jaehaera  and  Aelinor .  Aelinor  and  Jaehaera .  Friends  like  the  world  had  never  seen .  The  young  lady  of  Ashemark  found  a  true  kindred  soul  in  the  Targaryen lady .  It  was  a  love  that  not  even  the  gods  could  break .  It  was  blasphemy  to  think  that ,  and  much  more  so  to  say  it  out  loud  inside  the  Sept  of  Castamere .  At  the  time ,  Aelinor  truly  believed  it . 

𝙱𝚞𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚗𝚘  𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎  𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 .  𝚃𝚑𝚎  𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗  𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚗  𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 .  𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 .

The  unspeakable  event  left  her  rotten  inside .  It  costed  her  friend  an  eye  and  her  a  womb .  It  was  the  start  of  their  downfall .  Not  long  after ,  the  fire  that  had  so  warmly  lighted  the  love  between  them  began  to  burn  them  apart .  Jaehaera  and  Aelinor .  Aelinor  and  Jaehaera .  The  friends  that  were  no  more.

𝚈𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍  𝚘𝚏  𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 .  𝚆𝚑𝚢  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚗𝚘𝚠 ?

The  time  came  to  marry  and  marry  Aelinor  did .  With  no  sons  of  his  own ,  Lord  Marbrand  begrudgingly  welcomed  his  daughter  back  into  his  hearth  and  began  to  train  her  as  his  heir .   Aelinor ,  was  finally seen  by  her  father ,  she  was  held  by  her  husband ,  and  yet  her  dreams  stayed  full  of  blond  hair  catching  on  fire  and  turning  to  ashes  in  her  hands .

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜  𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍  𝚝𝚘  𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚢𝚘𝚞 .

At  some  point  during  her  stay  in  Castamere ,  the  Lady  Myrielle  had  died .  Aelinor  had  shed  no  tears  as  she  prayed  for  her  mother’s  soul  at  the  feet  of  the  Stranger .  She  could  not  help  but  think  of  that  as  her  father  wed  another  woman .  She  had  not  grieved  her  mother ,  and  so  the  gods  punished  her  with  a  step  mother .  A  step  mother  that  gave  her  father  what  her  own  mother  couldn’t .  A  son .

𝙰  𝚜𝚘𝚗 .  𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 .  𝙰𝚗𝚍  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚎 .

Aelinor  hated  the  boy  and  his  mother  from  the  very  moment  she  met  them .  Even  as  he  grew ,  Lord  Marbrand  didn’t  name  the  boy  his  heir  officially ,  but  Aelinor  could  feel  it  coming .  Long  ago ,  she  had  only  wanted  one  thing .  Jaehaera  and  Aelinor .  Aelinor  and  Jaehaera .  But  now  Ashemark  was  all  she  had  left . 

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 , 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 ? 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 . 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 .