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daella watched the knights and servants scurrying around them. she knew that once they stopped they would be made to go back to their carriages. daella shuddered at the thought of more hours in such a cramped space. tyberius almost playful take on her words was to be expected, and yet she felt her heart pang for a man she could almost call a friend. "i have never been one for weddings, they are long and full of ceremony. perhaps this is why all my betrothals have thusly failed," she joked. her failed betrothals were both something she cared very little about and sometimes a sore subject. she cared not what those who refused her thought of her and yet in the dead of night she sometimes felt as though she had failed her parents. neither of them had lived to see her married despite their best attempts.

the wind picked up slightly, knocking a few of daella's curls loose. she relished in the feel of the air as it danced around them. a soothing balm and if she closed her eyes she could pretend she was home in the eyrie. "i wholeheartedly agree. sometimes i wish king's landing was a more stormy port. the rain is able to soothe wounds that hands cannot," daella looked up at tyberius and smiled. words that were not scientific or about her latest passion never came easy for her. that did not mean though that she would not try for the harder something is the more satisfaction is to be gained.

daella mimicked tyberius's posture folding her own hands behind her back. she traced each callous on her fingers, centering some of her boundless energy. the wind smelled of rain which would surely put a damper on the day and put an end to anymore quick stops. daella peered up at the rustling leaves, her eyes following small sparrows as they hopped around singing. tyberius's words washed over her and it took the young lady a moment to understand what he had said.

"weeks on the road are ever so tiresome, and the wedding will certainly be exhausting as well..." her voice trailed off. she turned her gaze and truly observed the prince. he was usually a bright and golden thing, he had a way of drawing people in without meaning too. something though about him felt dulled, it had been this way since the announcement of the betrothal. after an inordinate period of silent staring that would make even the most comfortable awkward daella turned away.

"it is going to rain," daella stated, the seemingly clear sky though seemed to contradict her statement.

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daella mimicked tyberius's posture folding her own hands behind her back. she traced each callous on her fingers, centering some of her boundless energy. the wind smelled of rain which would surely put a damper on the day and put an end to anymore quick stops. daella peered up at the rustling leaves, her eyes following small sparrows as they hopped around singing. tyberius's words washed over her and it took the young lady a moment to understand what he had said.

"weeks on the road are ever so tiresome, and the wedding will certainly be exhausting as well..." her voice trailed off. she turned her gaze and truly observed the prince. he was usually a bright and golden thing, he had a way of drawing people in without meaning too. something though about him felt dulled, it had been this way since the announcement of the betrothal. after an inordinate period of silent staring that would make even the most comfortable awkward daella turned away.

"it is going to rain," daella stated, the seemingly clear sky though seemed to contradict her statement.

they had been on the road for a week now, there were still several stops and weeks ahead of them. daella spent most of her days practicing her stitches or reading. there was only so much one could do in a carriage for days on end, only so many times could you have the same conversations. and as much as she loved her friend’s she was getting tired. when she had been told that they were going to stop to give the horses a rest, daella nearly cried from relief. she took this brief stop as a chance to stretch her limbs and get her blood flowing again. she looked around at all of the knights and their pages scurrying around getting ready to once again return to their travels.

eventually her eyes fell upon tyberius his golden hair shining in the midday sun. she followed his gaze, and was not shocked regarding where it fell. she had been good friends, no, best friends with cassana for a very long time. from long before they became ladies-in-waiting. so it was no surprise when in the dim candlelight lady cassana had revealed her secret. daella had less been surprised but more concerned, her mind filled in the many ways things could go wrong. and wrong they had gone. daella felt for the young couple, if only tyberius had been betrothed to her, then it could just become another one of daella’s failed betrothals. perhaps then daella would have the sway to suggest an engagement between tyberius and cassana, but that was the sort of plan she would concoct deep into her cups that would undoubtedly fail. she approached tyberius cautiously like one would a wounded animal.

“your grace,” she curtsied, “how are you today? has the trip yet begun to take its toll?” she asked.

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the sun was shining and the sky was a bright shade of blue that seemed to invoke nostalgia. it was a lovely day for a walk through highgarden. some would see the easy choice as being through the lush gardens, with the ever present floral smell. this walk though would find someone near the stables to overhear a conversation between a lady and a kingsguard. “oh please ser, it’s not terribly out of the way,” she pleaded, gesturing with one hand to the map held by her other. “milady, i take orders from their majesties, and while i have allowed you, your,” he paused, his eyes wrinkled as he smiled jovially down at the stubborn lady, “excursions in king’s landing. this is one i cannot bend to. i’m sure you understand.” “of course i do. i apologize i would hate to get you in any sort of trouble. you have been a good friend to me ser, i will take my leave. i must return to her grace.” daella curtsied quickly, folding up her map. she walks off with a slight stomp in her step, while she respects his decision and would hardly try to question it or pull rank, she still really wanted to go. alas she would have to see the citadel another day. and it’s not like they would let her in anyways… maesters and their rules.

daella ever lost in her thoughts, not paying attention when she accidentally slammed into someone. nonsensical apologies spewed from her mouth as she stumbled up to her feet, finally able to take a look at her unwitting victim.

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they had been on the road for a week now, there were still several stops and weeks ahead of them. daella spent most of her days practicing her stitches or reading. there was only so much one could do in a carriage for days on end, only so many times could you have the same conversations. and as much as she loved her friend’s she was getting tired. when she had been told that they were going to stop to give the horses a rest, daella nearly cried from relief. she took this brief stop as a chance to stretch her limbs and get her blood flowing again. she looked around at all of the knights and their pages scurrying around getting ready to once again return to their travels.

eventually her eyes fell upon tyberius his golden hair shining in the midday sun. she followed his gaze, and was not shocked regarding where it fell. she had been good friends, no, best friends with cassana for a very long time. from long before they became ladies-in-waiting. so it was no surprise when in the dim candlelight lady cassana had revealed her secret. daella had less been surprised but more concerned, her mind filled in the many ways things could go wrong. and wrong they had gone. daella felt for the young couple, if only tyberius had been betrothed to her, then it could just become another one of daella’s failed betrothals. perhaps then daella would have the sway to suggest an engagement between tyberius and cassana, but that was the sort of plan she would concoct deep into her cups that would undoubtedly fail. she approached tyberius cautiously like one would a wounded animal.

“your grace,” she curtsied, “how are you today? has the trip yet begun to take its toll?” she asked.

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🜲       ⸻      ·   。…     [ maia mitchell /  25  /  cisfemale  /  she/her  ]  in  the  conflict  between  lions  and  men,  daella arryn  begins  their  first  steps  up  the  ladder  in  the  game  of  thrones.  known  to  be  intelligent  and  just,  their  rumored  eccentric  and  stubborn  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  court  bards  play  upon  themes  of  sun shining through vials of brightly colored liquids, the scent of lavender lye soap and the static of electricity before the lightning strike when  composing  a  tune  for  them.  while  they  are  a  lady  of  house arryn,  it  is  said  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  house  arryn.  only  time  will  tell  if  the  tides  shift  favorably  for  them  or  if  the  climb  is  too  hazardous  for  even  the  most  sure - footed.          ⸻  sin  /  20  /  EST  /  she/they.

🜸 BASICS 🜸

FULL NAME.  daella arryn

NICKNAMES. day, ella

TITLES.  lady 

AGE.  twenty and five

GENDER.  cis  woman  (she/her).

SEXUALITY. bisexual

RELIGION.  the seven.

AFFILIATION(S).  house  arryn.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.  the eyrie. 

🜸 APPEARANCE 🜸

HEIGHT. 5’5” or 1.68m

EYES. dark brown

HAIR. dark blonde with loose curls and waves

COMPLEXION. warm and smooth with no marks or blemishes 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS.  dry hands with fingers covered in small white scars 

🜸 PERSONA 🜸

MORAL ALIGNMENT.  neutral  good.

VIRTUES.  intelligent, innovative, creative, determined, just

VICES.  stubborn, strange, eccentric, rebellious, 

🜸 DIRECT FAMILY. 🜸

ruling  lord  ronnal  of  house  arryn  ⸻  66;  father  (deceased  in  371  ac  ).

ruling  lady  ursula  arryn  of  house  royce  ⸻  60;  mother (deceased  in  362  ac).

ruling  lord  utp  of  house  arryn  ⸻  32 - 35  (  open  ).

lady  utp  of  house  arryn  ⸻  32 - 35  ;  twin  sister  of  the  ruling  lord  (  open  ).

lady  utp  of  house  arryn  ⸻  25 - 27  ;  sister  of  the  ruling  lord  (  open  ).

a brief biography of the lady daella arryn

author notes that lady daella has been a controversial figure as of late amongst maesters due to her rather ‘revolutionary’ and ‘strange’ views regarding education and requirements for one to become a maester, as well as many other beliefs regarding the body and health

lady daella was born in the year 378ac to ronnal arryn, lord of the eyrie, defender of the vale and warden of the east, and lady ursula arryn of house royce. her name came from a distant targaryen ancestor princess daella targaryen who had been married to lord rodrik arryn, whose descendants led to princess daenerys targaryen who married the great grandfather of daella arryn ‘sweet-robin’ arryn. daella arryn’s childhood was rather unusual for a daughter of a great house, she was fostered away from the eyrie, which house fostered her is a piece of information lost to time. it is believed that daella’s fascination with the human body and eventually other sciences came from her childhood due to her brother’s illness. letters that have been found from that time between the two denote a close friendship between the two, truthfully lady daella seemed to have good relationships with all of her siblings. lady daella had had access to the best education money could buy, and was able to learn subjects that are typically reserved for young lords and not ladies. notably lady daella had had four unsuccessful betrothals, a series of factors played into each failure. from her reported ‘strangeness’ to a tragic incident included a horse and a rather expensive bottle of red wine. reportedly before her father’s passing there had been discussions of her becoming a septa but that plan never came to fruition.  *here the entry stops there is still so much more to fill*

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this is an oc rp account associated with gloryfms a song of ice and fire roleplay. this post will be updated with new muses as they come.

writer: sin, 20, EST, she/they

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