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vcrenas · 6 years ago

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hello angels ! i’m lil late posting this, but i was on holiday and now i’m jet-lagged, so please judge me kindly. i bring you my baby myrcella, who is a smake in the rose garden, and i think she’ll be a lot of fun to play. i look forward to rp’ing with you all.

{ lily james| cis-female } Do you know if MYRCELLA VERENA has arrive in Edana yet? They’re the TWENTY FIVE year old, LADY OF HOUSE VERENA. No? Alas, I hope they arrive before the beginnings of celebrations otherwise the King may question why they’re not here. You’ve heard the whispers have you not? What if MYRCELLA is a Lysander loyalist, I hear SHE can be JUDGEMENTAL & DECEPTIVE But I also hear they can be QUICK-WITTED & GRACEFUL and SHE has sworn to House Thadea, so we’ll have to simple hope and pray SHE arrive soon before rumours spread.

001: RIVER GIRL

i. the little river girl, they called her. she was a petite thing, fully formed and doll-like, with eyes like spring violets. myrcella was beautiful, and for a time free from corruption. she was a child that knew nothing of corruption, or ambition. the world around her was rose-tinted, perfect, and she was too enchanted by the fine things in her life to second-guess any of it. in comparison to many of the other families she knew, house verena’s assets were considered modest. their holdings were small, but their ambition more than made up for it. her mother had married for love, a mistake she would come to tell her daughter many years later. the verena matriarch had once swathed herself in finery, only to find herself selling old gowns so that she may purchase new ones to keep up appearances. her father was an honourable man and easily swayed by his wife’s every whim.

ii. days were spent in the rivers, floating alongside the lily pads. it was said that the verena’s could swim before they could walk. a fact which no one could argue with. her friends told her stories of the creatures in the river, of sirens and spirits and instead of being frightened, myrcella was fascinated. the young girl with pale hair loved nothing more than a good story. sometimes, her mother told her of the magic in their blood, it was said that they were descended from the water spirits, and they had the capacity to draw prophecy. myrcella thought that it was luck which her mother called magic.

002: SNAKE IN THE ROSE BUSH

i. she was her mother’s creature. while fairer and gentler, there was still a serpent in the garden of her heart, which proved itself cunning. her father’s honourable nature had very little influence over his daughter, who soaked up every lesson which her mother gave to her and then once she was old enough to attend banquets and meet the nobility, she practised all that her mother had taught her - although she lacked the bitterness which seemed to seep into the older verena’s words. myrcella was quick to make friends since she made quick work of captivating them.

ii. when she was on the brink of womanhood, myrcella met a lesser lord and found her heart being manipulated. it could easily have derailed all of her families plans, and she would have been no better than her mother who married for love and ended up with less. for months she entertained the dalliance, allowing herself to feel free and loved, and the feeling of a lovers touch, but she knew it was fleeting. it came to a head when it was suggested that they run away together under the cover of darkness. myrcella raised her voice so that everyone around her could hear, and declared that his proposal was inappropriate and unprovoked. the hurt which flashed in his eyes would forever haunt her. Not long after, he contracted a sickness and died, it seemed he did not have the will to fight on.

003: CENTAUR

i. despite the allure of the river, which called to her blood, myrcella spent just as much time astride a horse. when she was a little girl, she begged to be allowed to ride one, and for a few years, her father refused. her aunt had been like a great centaur, until one day when she was thrown from a horse at great force, only to break her back. her father feared the same fate for his delicate little daughter. the fair-haired girl begged and begged, her violet eyes shining with desperation until her father finally relented. once she was astride the horse, she declared that she never wished to get down.

ii. myrcella was known for her grace and finesse atop a horse, from filly to mare the silver grew with her until they were charging through the kingdom, a vision of violet and silver. she competed in races against her friends, and always won them. her most peaceful days were spent atop her silver which she called ‘luna’. it was a chance for her to get away from the pressure and expectations. despite her charming smile, myrcella feared disappointing her mother, who had put all of her desperation and regrets onto her.

004: POWER IS POWER

i. the salvation of her family depended on her marriage. like so many girls before her, she was to be treated as though she were something to be bought. but unlike those other girls, she knew how to play the people around her, to influence them into thinking she cares. that’s not say that she’s entirely fake with people, for she feels a lot for those close to her, but she’s happy to manipulate the perceptions of others around her so that she is seen to be charismatic and caring.

ii. being the daughter of a lesser house generally meant that she would marry into another lesser house, it’s the way it had often been for hundreds of years. but her mother pushed to at least try and ensnare a second son, she might not get the heir but she could certainly get the spare. when she met the second-born son of house oberon, she decided that he would be her’s. love had very little to do with marriage, so long as she benefited from having the right family name. so she did what any girl in her situation would have, she flirted and charmed until her betrothal was announced.

#rebellions:intro #i'm olivia btw #forgot to write that in the intro bit

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