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rcgals​:

             movements  are  sudden  ,  dragged  from  sight  from  any  unwelcome  eyes  that  may  linger  .   and  before  she  can  even  question  unforeseen  actions  ,  accusations  fall  upon  her  .  though  far  from  the  ones  she  expects  ,  leaving  her  stunned  and  rendered  silent  …  for  perhaps  longer  than  would  aid  her  case  ,  as  crimson  cheeks  expose  the  fluster  that  derives  from  unexpected  interrogations  .

❝     excuse  me ?     ❞  there’s  aggravation  in  her  retort  as  expression  twists  into  one  of  offense  ,  sculpted  brows  forming  a  harsh  frown  .  there  were  already  endless  worries  which  plagued  the  mind  of  the  stark  princess  ,  which  made  racking  her  thoughts  to  wonder  who  he  could  possibly  be  referring  to  more  difficult  .  unfortunately  ,  only  one  man  presents  himself  clearly  .  but  how  could  jasper  possibly  know  of  such  relations  ?  it  had  only  been  mere  hours  prior  that  she  and  benjen  had  even  shared  realisation  of  unspoken  connection  themselves  .  and  so  ,  despite  her  innocence  against  the  lords  claims  ,  she  chooses  to  play  a  fool  .  for  she  did  not  wish  to  incriminate  herself  further  .   ❝     ―   him  ?  please  ,  jasper  …  enlighten  me  on  who  he  may  be  so  that  i  can  answer  such  an  absurd  question  .     ❞

          expectations  are  crushed  ,  yet  met  at  the  same  time  .  he  hadn’t  seen  the  conversation  steering  itself  this  way  ,  even  if  it  had  been  entirely  his  fault  .  roslin’s  response  was  foreseen  ,  as  someone  who  has  always  been  incredibly  predictable  .  the  answer  ,  the  one  he’s  positive  he  already  knows  ,  will  hurt  him  .  jasper  doesn’t  care  about  the  hurt  ,  he  cares  about  the  truth  .  though  his  tone  would  convince  her  otherwise  ,  his  intentions  had  not  been  from  a  place  of  jealousy  .  well  ...  perhaps  a  bit  ,  but  he  had  mostly  wanted  to  know  in  case  they  had  done  something  to  put  house  forrester  at  the  raids  .  was  this  his  fault  ?  that  goes  without  saying  .

❝    contrary  to  popular  belief  ,  i’m  not  stupid  ,  roslin  .  the  commander  ,  benjen  -  i’ve  seen  you  two  together  before  and  i  saw  you  two  leave  the  ball  together  .    ❞    is  his  future  wife  being  in  love  with  another  not  something  he  should  see  concern  about  ?  if  that  was  what  was  happening  ,  they  would  truly  be  doomed  to  a  loveless  marriage  .  to  fall  in  love  with  someone  who  had  devoted  themselves  to  the  realm  entirely  was  foolish  in  itself  ,  but  jasper  lets  his  mind  wander  to  what  ifs  .  he’s  almost  completely  forgotten  to  question  her  about  their  houses  involvement  in  the  disaster  ,  only  one  curious  thought  clouding  his  mind  ,    ❝    do  you  love  him  ?    ❞

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innervisicns​:

today was going to be a longer day than he’d been prepared to deal with. at the ball last night, he thought the worst thing he’d have to deal with today would be a pounding headache while his children rose for the day. now, he’s lost one of his guards in the attacks and he can’t stop thinking about bad blood. no matter how many years passed, he doubts he or his family will ever trust a stark again, and vice versa. this thing all felt too well orchestrated. it’s all he can think about as he stares at the northerners in the great hall where many of the people have gathered, all forming their own groups to whispers about what had happened. as a passing server goes bye, he grabs a goblet and takes a drink like he is a man dying of thirst, though it’s all he’ll have for the day. making a drunken fool of himself is the last thing he needs. “it’s almost as though someone was just waiting for us all to be in one place before they struck a match it and threw it into gasoline.”

          choosing  his  path  to  the  great  hall  almost  felt  like  walking  on  hot  stones  ,  only  without  being  able  to  jump  off  .  he  doesn’t  mind  crowds  or  strangers  ,  not  even  when  northerners  who  seem  to  be  foaming  at  the  mouth  and  shouting  curses  get  much  too  close  for  comfort  .  however  ,  being  paraded  along  with  various  houses  of  westeros  to  be  kept  in  place  until  they  caught  the  mastermind  was  absurd  .  he’d  fled  from  the  reach  without  a  word  before  and  he  had  no  issue  finding  some  way  to  achieve  that  again  .  still  ,  with  his  family  in  his  company  ,  he’d  behave  up  until  he  saw  an  opportunity  to  shift  this  situation  into  their  grasp  .    ❝    ah  ,  lord  theo  ,    ❞    his  distaste  for  house  lannister  had  fizzled  out  since  joanna  married  his  brother  and  her  family  only  warmed  him  up  more  to  being  somewhat  related  to  lannisters  .  they’re  certainly  exciting  company  .    ❝    you  read  my  mind  .  we  can  never  just  drink  wine  and  be  merry  ,  can  we  ?    ❞

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innervisicns​:

he can’t recall ever feeling bone tired like this before. not even in his youth and he’d been training to become a knight like he’d ever had a real chance of such a thing happening, but even then it had only been muscle ache. this is pure exhaustion, both mentally and physically. he hasn’t slept, too busy last night talking with the king and the rest of the castle, distributing orders as they were needed and making reassurances where he could. beyond his duties as hand came his duties in brightwater keep, and the toll that the damage had taken there. all those crops he’s spent the last two decades making sure they would flourish, the number of ships he had acquired over the years…he’s still waiting on the final numbers of his losses, and it leaves him white hot with an anger he hasn’t felt in quite some time. he would ensure whenever did this would pay for their crimes with their lives. as he walks with some of the guards, listening to their reports, he notices someone he believes has some intention of speaking with him. “unless you have information about the events of last night, i don’t quite have time for conversation.”

          to  say  she’s  worried  is  an  understatement  .  their  people  ,  her  people  have  been  murdered  and  those  responsible  still  walk  among  them  .  mercy  is  something  that  seems  more  farfetched  the  more  that  time  goes  on  .  she  knows  that  realistically  ,  there  isn’t  much  she  can  do  .  council  meetings  are  private  to  council  members  and  her  husband  only  tells  her  what  he  knows  won’t  worry  her  .  being  kept  in  the  dark  has  always  been  frustrating  and  usually  she  can  do  well  enough  to  take  herself  out  of  the  situation  ,  but  not  when  these  crimes  have  been  committed  in  her  home  .  they  can’t  know  much  else  than  what  they’re  telling  the  public  ,  or  else  rumors  would  build  .  she’s  heard  nothing  and  while  she  worries  her  sources  could  be  dried  out  ,  serra  suspects  the  council  members  are  just  as  in  the  dark  as  she  is  .  still  ,  it  doesn’t  stop  her  from  questioning  the  hand  himself  as  he  passes  .    ❝    my  lord  ,    ❞    she  calls  ,  approaching  and  giving  the  guards  that  accompany  mykal  a  stern  look  .    ❝    surely  you  wouldn’t  turn  your  queen  away  from  a  private  matter  ?  it  will  only  take  a  moment  .    ❞

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soaringhigher​:

@crownstarter​ | open to all

It was a rare occurrence to see Lilith on the shoot range. Despite being confidence with a bow she preferred to shoot in private. The memories shooting brought to the front of her mind were memories she preferred to reminisce on in private. However, after the events of the evening before Lilith needed to blow off steam and archery was the only thing she knew would calm her down.

Lilith nocked her arrow, drawing the bow back slowly before releasing. She sighed a little as the arrow hit the target left of the centre. She was without practice and her strength wasn’t what it use to be. It didn’t matter though, she wasn’t interested in perfect hits, she was interested in hitting the target repeatedly.  She reached for another arrow from the quiver on her hip, her eye catching someone watching her, not quite making out who they were from where she was standing.  Her love of archery was no secret so she didn’t mind the onlooker. Lilith nocked another arrow, this time shooting it without looking away from the person. The arrow hit the target on the outer ring, not the best shot by any means but it hit. “It seems I need more practice.” Lilith commented with a shrug as the she heard the person approach her, focusing her attention on the bow in her hand rather than the person, it wasn’t any where near as good as her own bow but it would serve it’s purpose “It seems I will have plenty of time to with the city in lockdown”

          though  not  someone  to  consider  sentimental  value  in  the  objects  he  owns  ,  jasper  considers  his  bow  his  most  prized  possession  .  it  was  a  birthday  gift  from  his  father  and  one  of  the  first  weapons  he  ever  laid  his  hands  on  .  a  custom  made  piece  ,  built  from  house  forrester’s  finest  ironwood  with  their  house  sigil  burned  into  the  back  .  from  someone  who  wouldn’t  know  of  its  significance  ,  the  bow  would  look  average  at  best  --  but  it’s  made  from  home  and  is  made  of  one  of  the  strongest  woods  in  westeros  .  of  course  ,  it  helps  that  he  was  so  enamored  with  his  present  that  he’d  trained  night  and  day  for  months  ,  training  to  be  the  best  archer  his  father  had  ever  seen  .  though  not  perfect  by  his  parents’  standards  ,  not  even  close  to  being  good  enough  ,  jasper  developed  a  skill  for  hand  eye  coordination  and  a  certain  amount  of  patience  he’d  never  had  before  .

the  tension  throughout  highgarden  is  overwhelming  .  it’s  no  wonder  that  the  northerners  are  furious  and  sides  are  already  being  taken  .  his  house  is  innocent  ,  that  he  knows  ,  which  leads  him  to  wonder  if  any  of  the  houses  are  truly  guilty  ?  though  witnesses  all  tell  a  similar  tale  ,  jasper  has  a  hard  time  believing  anything  without  watching  through  his  own  eyes  ...  had  there  even  been  a  fire  ?  if  he  could  sneak  away  ,  he’d  have  to  ride  to  the  villages  to  see  .  perhaps  evidence  had  been  brought  back  ,  dead  or  alive  .

❝    worry  not  ,  i  myself  am  not  a  good  shot  when  my  mind  is  clouded  .    ❞    lilith  arryn  ,  a  woman  he  knows  of  quite  well  but  can’t  ever  remember  saying  more  to  her  than  in  simple  passing  .  he’s  secretly  training  one  of  her  daughters  on  her  sword  play  and  the  other  ...  well  ,  he’s  a  bit  more  familiar  with  the  eldest  .  best  to  keep  both  of  those  facts  to  himself  .  he  also  happens  to  be  marrying  her  niece  ,  but  jasper  figures  that’s  more  public  knowledge  .    ❝    yes  ...  well  ,  it  can’t  last  for  too  long  .    ❞

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ladyoficeandiron​:

@crownstarter

Elyse felt a storm of emotions. House Forrester and House Stark were in hot water... not only that but they were prisoners like all the other nobles in Highgarden. She knew that House Stark and House Forrester were innocent, as well as the other Northern houses that had supposedly been involved were in fact innocent. The fact the South felt they were in the right to accuse them and so quickly at that only made Elyse that much more angrier... but she kept a cool head, she wasn't about to let these Southerners accusing The North of something they didn't do see her sweat.

She looked out of the window in one of the palace's many halls as she sensed someone behind her, she didn't even turn around as she spoke.

"Is there anything of great importance that I must be made aware of at this time?" She asked, her voice not giving away any emotions as she finally turned around, her resting face adorning her features as she gazed at the person who approached her.

          he  had  never  wanted  to  go  home  so  badly  .  jasper  was  usually  grasping  at  any  opportunity  to  leave  ironrath  ...  too  many  bad  memories  became  suffocating  after  a  while  .  still  ,  ironrath  was  his  and  he  was  the  ruling  lord  .  no  one  could  touch  him  there  and  he  was  safe  among  his  people  .  if  he  couldn’t  go  home  ,  fine  ,  but  he  wanted  to  be  anywhere  over  highgarden  .  the  feeling  of  being  trapped  somewhere  and  hearing  his  house  be  slandered  for  something  there  is  absolutely  no  way  they  had  anything  to  do  with  is  infuriating  ,  to  say  the  least  .  

❝    no  .    ❞    jasper  remains  quiet  .  he  racks  his  brain  for  a  moment  ,  almost  wondering  if  he’s  forgotten  something  .  whenever  he  comes  face  to  face  with  his  sister  in  law  it’s  because  he’s  in  search  of  his  brother  ,  but  that’s  the  last  person  he  wants  to  see  .  elyse  can’t  give  him  the  same  advice  ,  so  why  is  he  standing  there  as  if  she’s  going  to  give  him  a  solution  to  their  problem  ?    ❝    just  ...  stay  out  of  sight  for  the  time  being  .  we  don’t  need  to  feed  into  these  suspicions  .    ❞

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crownsglory​:

          it  didn’t  take  long  for  melina  to  consider  serra  family  in  all  senses  of  the  word,  for  while  she  already  had  a  sister  that  she  loved  dearly,  there  was  always  room  for  more.  family  was  family  was  family,  after  all,  and  she  gravitated  towards  the  queen  in  most  instances  with  unbridled  fondness.  for  while  she  had  not  been  born  of  the  tyrell  name,  she  could  imagine  no  other  that  fit  her  quite  so  well.  though  the  anonymity  of  others  hardly  deterred  her,  even  melina  knew  there  was  comfort  in  the  company  of  those  that  even  masks  could  not  shelter.     ❝  let  us  hope  that  it  is  only  the  smell  of  ale  that  will  linger,  ❞     she  agreed  with  a  quiet  laugh,  though  there  was  no  doubt  that  would  only  be  part  of  the  night’s  aftermath.     ❝  i  do  think  i  will  be  happy  to  have  meal  times  back  to  ourselves.  breakfast  is  not  the  same  when  we  must  worry  about  our  guests,  as  well.  ❞     and  melina  could  only  imagine  how  serra  had  felt,  aware  of  the  tension  that  came  with  having  all  of  westeros  around  the  infant  prince.  it  would  be  nice  to  not  have  to  worry  about  more  than  their  morning’s  plans.     ❝  of  course.  i  would  have  offered  sooner  if  i  thought  it  might’ve  helped.  i  have  been  enjoying  myself  immensely,  thank  you,  save  for  the  young  lords  who  seem  more  apt  to  step  on  my  toes  when  we  dance  than  keep  conversation.  i  don’t  think  any  of  could’ve  asked  for  a  day  more  beautiful.  ❞

          tonight  would  be  a  glorious  evening  .  her  greetings  and  welcoming  of  their  guests  had  greatly  exhausted  serra  ,  but  she  wouldn’t  let  that  take  away  from  the  rest  of  the  event  .  here  she  was  ,  with  one  of  her  favorite  people  ,  and  she  refused  to  let  another  second  of  moping  continue  .    ❝    oh  ,  please  !  i  think  that’s  all  i  could  handle  to  linger  ,    ❞    she  giggles  in  response  to  melina  ,  counting  down  the  seconds  until  their  home  was  their  home  again  .  the  queen  role  she  could  play  quite  well  ,  but  it  gets  tiring  after  a  bit  .  sometimes  she  wants  to  kick  her  shoes  off  and  run  around  the  castle  ,  chasing  her  in  laws  until  the  sun  was  asleep  ...  all  things  that  couldn’t  be  done  in  the  company  of  guests  .    ❝    i  very  much  agree  .  ah  ,  breakfast  ,  how  i  miss  extras  .    ❞    rationing  had  been  tight  and  with  sparing  no  expense  on  the  masquerade  ball  ,  there  were  certain  luxuries  to  give  up  for  the  time  being  .  they  were  incredibly  fortunate  with  what  they  had  ,  but  serra  did  miss  her  extra  morning  muffins  .    ❝    no  ,  no  ,  you’re  kind  ,  but  you’ve  helped  in  other  ways  ...  helping  to  keep  me  sane  ,  for  one  .  well  ,  yes  ,  it’s  too  beautiful  a  day  for  you  to  be  getting  your  toes  stepped  on  .  oh  ,  but  you  must  tell  me  -  has  anyone  caught  your  eye  ?    ❞

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highflyinghonor​:

open starter @crownstarter​

Elisa clenches her fists as she stalks through the grounds of HIghgarden, barely resisting the urge to hit something. Or someone. There are plenty of Tyrell guards who look suitable for the task. She’d been warned by certain members of her family to control her temper, that they were in a delicate situation and her losing it wouldn’t help matters. But there’s a wave roaring in her ears. The idea that the Stark’s or the Arryn’s would be involved in such a ruthless and brutal assault without cause or warning is absurd. Honor is in the Arryn’s godsdamn words, for pity’s sake! And yet here they’re being kept like little more than glorified prisoners, accused of a heinous crime they did not commit. 

She’s so caught up in her fury that she doesn’t notice the person approaching from the other direction until they’re colliding. She manages to pull back at the last minute, avoiding most of the damage, but it’s still a rudeness that she’ll have apologize for, even if she’s far from in the mood. “Forgive me,” she gets out through gritted teeth. “I was…lost in thought and not paying attention.” She finally looks up to see who she’s nearly run over, wondering if it’s one of the Southerner’s who have been slandering her family’s name, and if she’ll have to retract her apology. 

          he  doesn’t  care  .  about  the  fires  ,  the  raids  ,  the  slaying  of  northerners  and  nobles  alike  -  none  of  it  really  matters  to  him  .  of  course  he  can’t  say  that  ,  they’d  all  look  at  him  like  some  kind  of  monster  .  it’s  nothing  personal  and  yes  ,  it’s  upsetting  that  “  innocent  ”  bannermen  lost  their  lives  ...  but  being  spared  from  the  crossfire  of  enemy  houses  has  never  felt  so  rewarding  .  his  people  are  safe  .  the  other  houses  melt  together  for  him  ,  only  remembering  that  house  martell  and  house  tully  were  cleared  already  .  using  the  tactic  of  burning  villages  with  citizens  who  had  nothing  to  do  with  the  conflicts  of  great  houses  doesn’t  sit  well  with  him  and  that  in  itself  is  enough  to  illicit  a  sympathetic  response  from  quentyn  .  

❝    no  apology  needed  ,  my  lady  ,    ❞    he  assures  ,  bowing  his  head  for  a  moment  out  of  respect  .  no  harm  ,  no  foul  .  quentyn  lingers  in  front  of  her  ,  arms  extended  if  she  begins  to  lose  her  balance  again  .    ❝    i’m  sure  you  have  much  on  your  mind  .    ❞

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innervisicns​:

her scoff comes easily at his response, hardly surprised even if it does leave her shaking her head. for all that she presents to the public as a woman of society, hosting lunches and attending dinner parties, she’s doesn’t have many people in her day to day life she actually liked. most of them she couldn’t be her true self with, so when she found people like jasper who didn’t quite believe that generous and kind façade she put on when it was needed, she always longed to discover if some true connection could be formed. standing her now though, their dalliance after she’d lost her husband feels like it was miles away and more like she was standing beside an old friend. “i think it’s you who’s forgotten who you are. have you had a fall recently and hit your head?” she teases in return. “i best not hear anything from roslin about you being an awful husband if this betrothal lasts. i enjoy your company, it’d be a shame if i had to poison you.”

          his  laughter  echoes  through  the  hall  ,  arms  crossed  against  his  torso  as  he  stares  in  amusement  .  he  had  wondered  ,  for  a  moment  ,  what  could  have  changed  with  lady  royce  in  their  time  apart  ...  and  it  seemed  as  if  nothing  did  .  that  was  a  good  thing  ,  of  course  ,  for  jasper  had  quite  enjoyed  her  company  .  they  got  along  well  as  friends  ,  their  humor  similar  and  both  of  them  able  to  tolerate  the  other  .  what  they  did  that  brought  them  closer  than  friends  had  merely  been  an  added  bonus  .    ❝    aye  ,  i  don’t  believe  my  memory  is  that  bad  .  besides  ,  i  remember  you  were  very  much  interested  in  my  charm  .    ❞    he  leans  across  roselia  and  snatches  a  single  goblet  of  dornish  wine  off  a  servant’s  platter  .  sipping  it  noisily  ,  he  shrugs  .  her  threats  are  usually  empty  anyhow  .    ❝    you  enjoy  my  company  ?  goodness  ,  my  lady  ,  perhaps  i'm  marrying  the  wrong  cousin  .    ❞    all  jokes  ,  but  he’s  willing  to  see  how  far  he  can  go  before  she  chickens  out  .

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rcgals​:

an  open  starter  ,  @crownstarter​  !

setting  :  early  morning  in  the  capital  ,  upon  a  balcony  of  highgarden  castle  where  she  now  finds  herself  trapped  under  the  orders  of  house  tyrell  .

                 shoulders  stand  tense  ,  the  weight  of  such  disastrous  events  falling  heavy  on  them  ,  &  fingers  curl  in  an  irate  grip  on  the  skirt  of  her  dress  as  a  busy  mind  attempts  to  process  and  rationalise  the  hours  prior  to  now  .  she  hadn’t  slept  ,  she  couldn’t  possibly  .  which  only  intensifies  her  cold  demeaner  .  so  much  so  that  she  forgets  common  courtesies  ,  failing  to  turn  and  greet  the  presence  that  now  lurks  from  behind  .

❝     if  you  plan  on  throwing  ludacris  accusations  against  my  family  at  me ,  then  may  i  strongly  suggest  you  remove  yourself  …  immediately    ❞  the  stark  princess  doesn’t  consider  who  may  be  in  her  company  ,  friend  or  foe  .  instead  ,  she  raises  her  guard  …  words  stern  ,  though  controlled  .  

          the  world  is  crumbling  around  him  .  in  truth  ,  he’s  not  quite  sure  where  to  go  from  here  .  he  could  claim  his  house’s  innocence  easily  enough  ,  but  a  witness  claimed  to  discover  banners  .  their  banners  .  oh  ,  but  not  just  house  forrester  ,  both  house  stark  and  house  cerwyn  too  .  his  blood  nearly  runs  cold  at  his  theory  and  there  can’t  possibly  be  any  merit  to  the  idea  .  roslin  and  benjen  had  left  the  ball  together  hours  before  its  end  ...  was  this  a  coincidence  ?  it’s  an  answer  he  doesn’t  want  to  hear  ,  but  he  needs  to  know  .  if  not  to  give  him  peace  of  mind  ,  then  to  get  house  forrester  out  of  this  mess  .

❝    roslin  ,    ❞    he  hisses  in  defense  ,  pausing  to  watch  their  only  close  company  disappear  into  the  halls  of  the  castle  .  jasper  moves  to  stand  closer  and  tug  her  out  of  sight  ,  gently  nudging  himself  beside  her  .  don’t  ask  ,  don’t  ask  ,  don’t  ask  .  you  can  focus  on  the  raids  and  never  know  the  answer  .  still  ,  his  mouth  moves  quicker  than  his  mind  can  stop  him  from  asking  ,    ❝    did  you  sleep  with  him  ?    ❞

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ofloyaltiesxhearts​:

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Aariyane moved as silent as a shadow as she placed the scented handkerchief carefully and a bit firmly over the young girl’s lower face. In a couple of seconds, the surprised  girl successfully went limp as her eyelids fluttered to a close as well. With continued gentleness, Aariyane placed the younger girl’s unconscious body on the floor and hid the Tyrell handmaiden behind some enormous potted plants in a corner of the vast bathing room. She would move the girl back to her original position once the meeting with Serra was done so that the handmaiden would think that she had merely fainted quite badly. 

It was no easy feat to sneak in to such private quarters of the royal family, but thankfully, this wasn’t Aariyane’s first time around Highgarden. Back when she was Arwena Celitgar, her family having maintained very good relations with the Tyrells, had been invited numerous times to special and big events or celebratory occasions and even sad occasions like a funeral of any Tyrell. It was from this events where Arwena, though she did not realise it as good opportunity for her future self at that time, had learnt the most of the floor plans of the castle as well as stumbling across a few hidden passageways when she was planning some mischief with a few of the other children there. 

It was with these memories, that the long-lost youngest Celtigar sister used to her blessed advantage to find a time and place where the heavily guarded and accompanied Queen Tyrell would be all alone save for that one handmaiden. And true enough, Aariyane soon heard her much dearly missed and beloved oldest sister walk elegantly into the bathing room with her two personal guards closing the double doors behind her before settling to stand duty outside of it. Watching her sister for a bit with sorrowful emotions climbing its way back up to her heart and a huge bittersweet ache in her chest, Aariyane finally mustered up the courage to step out of the shadows and weakly croaked out ,  “ Serra.” Aariyane’s large eyes were already misting with tears and her face as well as body expression holding a mixture of hesitance, fear, shame and longing. 

          she  wanted  a  nice  ,  relaxing  bath  after  the  day  she’d  had  .  everything  leading  up  to  the  previous  evening’s  announcement  had  been  perfect  .  the  festivities  had  gone  off  without  a  hitch  and  their  guests  were  set  to  leave  in  a  few  days  time  .  no  one  had  expected  the  raiding  of  villages  that  surrounded  highgarden  .  now  they  had  to  turn  their  home  into  a  prison  until  an  arsonist  was  caught  .  she  had  originally  attempted  to  fight  the  increased  protection  and  refused  to  give  anyone  something  to  worry  about  ,  but  her  son  came  first  .  regardless  of  the  unknown  threat  ,  it  was  better  to  be  safe  than  sorry  .  

the  doors  slamming  shut  are  a  familiar  sound  .  serra  crosses  the  room  to  the  tub  ,  pausing  for  a  moment  to  attempt  a  tug  at  her  corset  strings  .  where  in  the  seven  hells  was  her  handmaiden  ?  there  was  no  way  she’d  be  able  to  untie  her  dress  alone  .  her  name  being  called  confused  her  but  she  finally  picked  her  head  up  ,  eyes  widening  at  the  stranger  .    a  million  thoughts  raced  through  her  mind  and  she  instinctively  jumped  back  before  remembering  that  this  person  had  addressed  her  personally  .  another  close  look  and  her  heart  drops  into  her  stomach  .    ❝    arwena  ?    ❞    serra  can’t  believe  her  eyes  .  she  doesn’t  remember  the  last  time  she  saw  her  sister  ,  but  gods  ,  it’s  been  years  .  part  of  her  didn’t  think  she’d  ever  see  her  again  .  another  part  figured  arwena  didn’t  care  to  see  her  ever  again  .    ❝    what  ...  what  are  you  doing  here  ?    ❞

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iii. 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬      𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀𝑵      𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳      of      dorne.

          (  dev  patel  ,  26  ,  cis  man  ,  he/him  )    it  looks  like  QUENTYN  MARTELL  ,  the ��PRINCE  of  DORNE  is  prepared  to  play  the  game  of  thrones  .  you  know  ,  their  ERUDITE  &  FORBEARING  side  might  help  them  along  the  way  ,  but  their  VENOMOUS  &  OPINIONATED  qualities  won’t  do  them  any  favours  .  a  little  bird  told  me  that  they’re  currently  NEUTRAL  ABOUT  the  tyrell  rule  and  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  HOUSE  MARTELL  .    hm  ,  interesting  .  that  same  little  birdy  also  told  tales  of  hands  covered  in  writing  ink  ,  the  smell  of  herbs  to  cover  the  creation  of  freshly  made  poisons  ,  tidbits  of  fruitless  information  that  goes  in  one  ear  and  out  the  other  .  will  they  win  ,  or  will  they  die  ?

hello  everyone  ,  elle  here  with  yet  another  character  !  i’ve  been  wanting  to  bring  one  for  a  while  but  couldn’t  decide  on  who  ...  until  now  !  

i.  personal.

full  name  :  quentyn  martell  .

official  title  :  prince  of  dorne  .

nicknames  :  quen  (  pronounced  like  quinn  )  ,  the  prince  of  poison  .

age  :  twenty  six  .

gender  : cis  man  .

pronouns  :  he  /  him  .

orientation  :  homosexual  .

allegiance  :  house  martell  /  himself  .

virtues  :  erudite  ,  forbearing  .

vices  :  venomous  ,  opinionated  .

likes  :  silence  ,  the  company  of  a  good  book  ,  learning  about  westeros  history  ,  being  the  smartest  person  in  the  room  ,  meditation  ,  dornish  reds  ,  horseback  riding  .

dislikes  :  cold  weather  ,  cowards  ,  sweets  ,  lack  of  freedom  ,  being  wrong  ,  being  disrespected  ,  being  told  they  can’t  do  something  .

alignment  :  lawful  neutral  .

ii.  appearance.

faceclaim  :  dev  patel  .

eye  color  :  dark  brown  .

hair  color  :  black  .

dominant  hand  :  ambidextrous  .

height  :  6′2″  .

build  :  slim  .

recognizable  features  :  

iii.  relationships.

father  :  darius  martell  ,  ruling  prince  of  dorne  (  deceased  )  .

mother  :  saerra  martell  née  allyrion  ,  ruling  princess  of  dorne  (  deceased  )  .

siblings,  in  eldest  order  :  tba  older  brother  &  loreza  martell  .

birth  order  :  youngest  .

relationship  status  :  single  .

other  relations  :  joanna  martell  née  lannister  (  sister  in  law  )  ,  mors  martell  (  nephew  )  ,  nymeria  martell  (  niece  )  &  vorian  dayne  (  cousin  )  .

previous  relationships  :  tba  ,  potential  plots  wanted  .

iv.  biography.

born  into  a  loving  family  ,  quentyn  has  always  been  spoiled  .  they  all  have  ,  in  both  love  and  material  goods  .  he  idolized  his  parents  very  much  and  has  many  fond  memories  of  them  teaching  him  his  earliest  lessons  .  he  very  much  enjoys  traveling  ,  which  he  did  much  of  in  his  youth  with  his  siblings  ,  especially  when  their  adventures  take  them  across  the  narrow  sea  .  similar  to  how  he  viewed  his  mother  and  father  ,  quentyn  admires  his  siblings  .  they  all  collectively  have  much  in  common  ,  sharing  elements  of  and  understanding  his  thirst  for  knowledge  and  travel  .  he  has  always  been  fiercely  loyal  to  his  family  and  confides  in  them  quite  a  bit  .  though  quentyn  is  not  beyond  drastic  measures  to  achieve  an  honored  reputation  for  his  house  ,  he  would  never  put  his  loved  ones  in  danger  or  include  them  in  any  of  his  more  frowned  upon  hobbies  .

well  behaved  and  soft  spoken  ,  punishment  and  consequences  were  something  quentyn  rarely  experienced  .  when  he  did  ,  it  was  a  fleeting  moment  of  disappointment  forgotten  the  next  day  .  quentyn  likes  structure  and  honor  ,  taking  great  pride  in  his  studies  as  well  .  as  a  child  ,  he  hated  missing  lessons  and  always  wanted  to  learn  more  .  it  began  as  a  way  to  make  himself  stand  out  among  his  siblings  -  the  youngest  son  ,  a  boy  who  would  be  seen  as  a  spare  in  other  houses  .  he  was  never  treated  as  such  but  hated  the  idea  of  standing  in  anyone’s  shadow  .  quentyn  wanted  to  make  a  name  for  himself  and  travel  to  places  where  he  could  learn  things  no  one  in  his  family  had  ever  discovered  before  ...  which  led  to  his  short  lived  life  as  a  maester  in  training  .

though  politics  became  an  interest  later  in  life  and  he  would  miss  dorne  deeply  ,  quentyn  left  for  the  citadel  at  age  twenty  .  his  desire  to  serve  the  realm  as  a  maester  and  put  his  knowledge  above  all  else  drove  him  to  oldtown  .  he  wanted  to  strip  himself  of  everything  he  had  known  and  become  someone  better  .  instead  ,  when  he  got  to  the  citadel  ,  he  was  met  with  pointless  tasks  and  a  lack  of  teaching  .  four  years  later  and  three  links  forged  together  ,  quentyn  contemplated  leaving  the  citadel  .  he  was  growing  restless  of  his  attempts  and  something  happened  that  made  the  decision  for  him  .  someone  he  had  been  seeing  in  private  had  ended  things  between  them  and  wounded  quentyn  deeply  ,  causing  him  to  flee  .  though  the  prince  had  left  the  citadel  ,  he’d  become  well  versed  in  the  use  of  poisons  ,  history  ,  and  ravenry  ,  even  stealing  the  raven  he’d  trained  to  fly  to  his  home  in  sunspear  .  though  he  had  been  working  on  his  forth  link  for  medicine  and  healing  ,  he  left  before  being  able  to  complete  his  work  .

welcomed  home  with  open  arms  ,  quentyn  was  still  angry  .  he  was  angry  with  himself  for  wasting  time  when  he  believed  he  could  have  learned  it  all  faster  had  he  done  it  himself  .  after  being  home  for  a  few  months  ,  quentyn  realized  that  regretting  his  time  at  the  citadel  in  itself  would  be  a  waste  of  time  and  he’d  already  spent  months  coming  to  that  conclusion  .  instead  ,  he  chose  to  focus  on  what  he  had  for  strengths  ,  and  that  meant  changing  his  perspective  .  quentyn  was  good  at  creating  poisons  and  pickpocketing  brainless  nobles  .  he  still  had  great  respect  for  a  code  of  honor  ,  even  if  the  law  itself  would  be  twisted  to  his  own  desire  .  something  in  him  changed  ,  learning  of  house  martell’s  betrayals  and  how  cruel  the  world  could  truly  be  .  he  would  defend  himself  and  his  family  from  those  who  would  wish  to  seek  them  harm  ...  or  anyone  who  became  an  annoyance  ,  really  ,  if  they  lacked  a  family  .

his  weapon  of  choice  is  poison  ,  though  he  has  a  collection  of  steel  throwing  knives  that  he  routinely  dips  in  viper  venom  .  quentyn  can  be  extremely  calculating  and  vengeful  ,  someone  who  rarely  ever  gives  up  on  a  grudge  .  if  you  wrong  him  once  ,  that’s  it  ,  you’ve  made  his  kill  list  ,  sorry  .  he  doesn’t  have  much  of  a  temper  ,  though  if  people  knew  anything  about  him  it  would  be  fair  to  assume  otherwise  .  quentyn  is  also  very  patient  and  plays  the  long  game  for  tactical  plans  or  anything  else  .  yes  ,  if  you  push  his  buttons  enough  he  will  probably  poison  your  wine  ,  but  you  won’t  know  he’s  even  bothered  until  you’re  already  falling  onto  the  floor  .

he  likes  facts  and  he  sees  the  world  as  it  is  ;  cruel  and  unfair  .  it  only  makes  sense  to  acknowledge  your  surroundings  and  adapt  accordingly  .  he  takes  no  joy  in  causing  others  pain  and  doesn’t  like  the  sight  of  blood  ,  it’s  just  business  to  him  .  if  he  can  avoid  violence  ,  he  will  ,  but  he  won’t  go  out  of  his  way  to  do  so  .  whatever’s  easiest  and  has  the  best  outcome  .

absolutely  hates  being  in  highgarden  .  he  thinks  highgarden  is  beautiful  ,  but  it  brings  up  back  memories  from  being  at  the  citadel  .  plus  ,  quentyn  misses  his  home  .  despite  the  unspoken  feuding  history  that  house  martell  and  house  tyrell  have  had  ,  quentyn  doesn’t  mind  them  on  the  throne  .  dorne  is  still  as  it  was  before  and  it  seems  there  are  bigger  concerns  than  rehashing  a  dislike  that  was  overblown  in  the  first  place  .  as  long  as  they  do  not  interfere  with  the  lives  of  his  people  ,  they  can  stay  on  their  iron  throne  .

he’s  pessimistic  at  times  ,  yes  ,  but  he  doesn’t  like  to  dwell  on  the  bad  .  he’s  more  cranky  with  circumstances  than  anything  and  doesn’t  really  get  involved  with  affairs  of  others  unless  a  loved  one  is  at  risk  .  he’s  chaotic  in  a  calm  ,  you’ll  never  see  me  sweat  kind  of  way  .  looks  like  a  cinnamon  roll  but  you’ll  be  dead  by  poison  before  you  can  figure  out  he  has  the  ability  to  kill  you  .

i’m  still  developing  +  building  onto  him  ,  but  there’s  that  !

v.  wanted  connections.

his  past  love  who  broke  his  heart  .  quentyn  often  wonders  if  love  is  real  and  though  he’s  fairly  certain  he’s  never  entirely  felt  it  before  ,  he  was  certainly  infatuated  with  drystan  florent  .  after  being  on  the  fence  of  leaving  the  citadel  ,  quentyn  decided  to  leave  when  he  discovered  they  weren’t  as  exclusive  as  he  thought  . 

old  besties  from  the  reach  .  while  he  was  training  to  become  a  maester  ,  quentyn  often  snuck  out  to  taverns  in  the  middle  of  the  night  .  they  could  be  besties  and  it  was  a  case  where  quentyn  didn’t  like  them  at  first  but  they  grew  on  him  ,  or  quentyn  could  have  been  pretending  to  like  them  while  he  was  drunk  but  ...  doesn’t  actually  like  them  at  all  ...  sorry  :/  but  quentyn  hasn’t  taken  a  step  in  the  reach  for  years  so  it’s  been  some  time  !

customers  .  the  man  creates  poisons  and  he  doesn’t  ask  questions  .  he  doesn’t  really  advertise  the  fact  that  he  creates  poisons  and  healing  potions  (  there’s  no  evidence  that  he  does  this  but  people  have  suspected  as  such  due  to  his  nickname  and  interest  in  collecting  ingredients  )  ,  probably  even  takes  requests  ,  but  perhaps  you  found  him  through  someone  or  you  just  so  happened  to  be  helping  /  hurting  someone  that  he  wanted  to  see  in  that  position  .

anything  tbh  !

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rcgals​:

                interruptions  come  unexpectedly  ,  though  she  can’t  say  she’s  too  pressed  to  have  found  herself  now  in  the  company  of  lord  forrester  .  had  she  been  stood  lonesome  for  much  longer  ,  goodness  knows  what  pompous  noble  she  would  be  faced  with  entertaining  with  dry  pleasantries  next  .  with  dark  hues  upon  him  ,  she  gazes  for  a  moment  ,  and  contemplates  with  curious  eyes   where  such  chivalries  have  came  from  .  a  pleasant  surprise  ,  which  was unlike  any  past  encounters  of  jesting  quips  &  battles  of  wit  .  still  ,  the  princess  can’t  help  but  wonder  what  his  unspoken  intentions  are  .

❝     with  pleasure  …      ❞  roslin  counters  his  chivalry  …  she  owes  him  that  much  ,    crimson  lips  hinting  at  the  notion  of  a  playful  smile  .  she  allows  him  to  take  the  hand  she  extends  so  graciously  for  him  ,  as  they  soon  find  themselves  amidst  the  hustle  of  merry  bodies  .   ❝     i  do  hope  you  know  how  to  lead  ,  lord  forrester     ❞  a  teasing  jest  ,  only  …  fortifying  such  a  comment  with  a  smirk   ❝     …  for  if  i’m  to  spend  the  rest  of  my  days  with  you  ,  you  must  be  a  fine  dancer  ,  at  least  .     ❞

          he  won’t  be  a  stranger  .  no  matter  how  badly  he  craves  roslin’s  approval  ,  jasper  will  not  lose  himself  in  his  desire  .  there  are  things  he  would  never  be  able  to  do  for  her  ,  even  if  he  wanted  to  do  them  more  than  anything  else  in  the  world  .  he  wonders  if  perhaps  he  could  like  this  new  ...  version  ,  of  himself  .  if  roslin  liked  a  well  mannered  lord  ,  could  he  be  that  for  her  ?  the  idea  of  compromising  any  form  of  himself  for  anyone  seems  absolutely  absurd  to  him  ,  but  it’s  something  he’s  always  questioned  if  he  would  have  the  ability  to  do  .  in  truth  ,  he’s  never  tried  .  it  seemed  fruitless  ,  his  parents  had  never  developed  any  respect  for  him  with  the  behavior  he’d  exhibited  .  why  would  he  try  if  there  was  no  reward  ?  as  much  as  he  doesn’t  want  to  admit  his  growing  interest  in  the  princess  ,  she  gives  him  ...  something  he’s  never  had  before  .  it  pains  him  and  excites  him  all  at  once  ,  but  drives  him  into  silence  as  he  takes  her  hand  .  a  woman  like  roslin  stark  would  never  love  a  man  like  jasper  forrester  ...  but  he’d  try  to  be  good  to  her  ,  for  her  .

          jasper  joins  their  hands  together  and  spins  roslin  before  gently  guiding  her  back  to  his  grasp  .  his  steps  are  at  a  reasonable  pace  ,  acutely  aware  of  how  close  they’re  now  standing  .  her  joke  would  normally  cause  a  retort  of  snark  ,  but  lord  forrester  gives  a  nervous  fit  of  laughter  .  what  the  hell  is  wrong  with  him  ?  surely  someone  has  poisoned  him  .  he  swallows  ,  cursing  under  his  breath  to  collect  himself  .  as  if  he  couldn’t  have  been  thrown  of  his  normal  demeanor  even  more  ,  she  mentions  their  future  .  a  topic  he’s  always  despised  .    ❝    i’m  well  enough  ,    ❞    he  notes  ,  losing  eye  contact  as  he  moves  them  across  the  great  hall  .    ❝    not  much  practice  .  i  won’t  step  on  your  feet  ,  but  i  might  forget  steps  .    ❞  

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* GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019) PROMPTS ,

everybody dies sooner or later. don’t worry about your death.

hard truths cut both ways.

everything’s better with some wine in the belly.

you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.

someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.

it’s better to be cruel than weak.

nothing fucks you harder than time.

money buys a man’s silence for a time, a bolt in the heart buys it forever.

take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.

if you only trust the people you grew up with, you won’t make many allies.

nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.

sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.

you were the brother I chose.

the people are hungry for more than just food, they crave distractions.

never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.

today is not the day i die.

nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. nothing is just nothing.

only death may pay for life.

trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.

no one walks away from me.

an unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.

i've never slept with a knight before.

everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.

trouble is the perfect time for training.

i think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.

we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave.

even the bravest men fear death.

far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. doesn’t seem right.

men never crave what they already have.

if they don’t know who you are or what you want, they can’t know what you plan to do next.

you’re not a monster, i know this.

if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.

marriage changes people.

sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.

death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.

what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love?

death by fire is the purest death.

the next time you fail me will be the last time you fail me.

the more people you love, the weaker you are: you’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do.

i will not become a page in someone else’s history book.

look around you, we’re all liars here.

it doesn’t matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.

remember what you are and what you are not.

it’s the family name that lives on. that’s all that lives on. not your personal glory, not your honour, but family.

what we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.

there are always lessons in failures.

what is dead may never die.

it’s hard to put a leash on a dog once you’ve put a crown on its head.

a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.

it’s not easy being drunk all the time. everyone would do it, if it were easy.

always keep your foes confused.

loyal service means telling hard truths.

we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. honour comes easy then.

a man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.

the gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.

the world is built by killers.

sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.

tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.

a man without friends is a man without power.

what sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.

a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.

an apology doesn’t mean anything if you’re not looking the person in the eye.

i believe in second chances, i don’t believe in third chances.

dead rats don’t squeak.

it’s not an easy thing admitting to yourself what you really are.

you’re just a soldier, aren’t you? you take your orders and you carry on.

we don’t get to choose who we love.

nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.

there’s so much good in all of us, the best we can do is to help each other bring it out.

it takes courage to admit fear.

next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face.

only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out.

wars teach people to obey the sword, not the gods.

so many men, they risk so little. they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die.

what good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?

there are no men like me. only me.

no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.

perhaps we’ve grown so used to horror we assume there’s no other way.

no one can survive in this world without help. no one.

of all the ways I’d kill you, poison would be the last.

we all fail sometimes.

a day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth; and you will know the debt is paid.

a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.

a man with no motive is a man no one suspects.

show too much kindness, people won’t fear you; if they don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.

it is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.

the gods love to reward a fool.

if you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.

i don’t want to be most of us.

they can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.

some day i’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.

if I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.

[crownds]

Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk

[crownds]

closed  starter  for  roslin  stark  (  @rcgals​  )  from  jasper  forrester  . setting  :  highgarden  great  hall  ,  the  evening  of  the  masquerade  ball  .

          even  in  a  crowded  room  with  hidden  identities  ,  he  can  still  find  her  .  there’s  a  certain  atmosphere  to  how  she  holds  herself  and  as  much  as  he’s  tried  to  convince  himself  he  finds  it  annoying  ,  he  doesn’t  .  she  intrigues  him  and  confuses  him  all  at  the  same  time  .  he  wants  to  dislike  her  more  than  he  truly  does  ...  for  that  would  make  things  much  easier  ,  wouldn’t  it  ?  yet  ,  for  roslin  to  dislike  him  is  something  he  doesn’t  want  ,  cautious  they  could  end  up  tearing  each  other  apart  .  he’s  convinced  she  already  does  and  though  the  hope  of  a  good  marriage  is  slipping  from  his  grasp  ,  the  blame  falls  heavily  on  him  .  is  there  even  a  point  in  trying  ?

          still  ,  he  does  .  jasper  crosses  the  hall  ,  gaze  fixated  on  roslin  .  she  looks  busy  ,  even  though  the  nearest  person  is  standing  a  few  feet  away  .  something  in  his  stomach  churns  and  he  almost  freezes  ,  but  she  notices  him  before  he  can  make  an  escape  .    ❝    princess  ,    ❞    the  forrester  lord  bows  ,  and  an  idea  pops  into  his  head  .  though  she’ll  know  it’s  him  ,  perhaps  he  could  pretend  to  be  someone  else  ...  someone  she’d  like  for  the  night  .    ❝    would  you  spare  a  dance  for  your  betrothed  ?    ❞