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olenna crane.

Olenna bent down to pick up Benjamin as Mina and Margot ran ahead of her playing around by the fountain. If she didn’t keep their eyes on the pair of them they’d end up in the water, no matter how many times she told them not to. “Careful girls!” She watched someone pass the two of them as they started flicking water at each other, “Keep your hands out of the water!” Standing up she shook her head, “Forgive them please, I hope they didn’t get you wet.”

      ❛ not at all... ❜ she’s shaking her head gently as warm doe eyes fall upon the two girls, splashing one another joyfully, seemingly without a care in the world and it utterly delighted myranda to see. in truth, it reminded her a fair bit of herself and poppy, though anyone that knew the pair would admit that myranda had retained far more of the childish, playful nature than her sister had throughout the years. ❛ it’s just wonderful to see the two of them playing together, i must admit. i’d also like to think their uplifting spirits’ll rub off on some of the sullen lords and ladies around here, the seven know they need it... even more so given the current circumstances. ❜

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alys waters.

‘      no    my    lady    !      ’       it was a shout and for such a meek little girl, it was strong and it was loud, a shout she shouldn’t of. but she could not let another do her work, she was a servant, she was given this chore, she must do it.     ‘    please, do not, you’ll r   ruin you d   dress and that will be on me, please my lady, i am  al    almost done. i will be on m   my way soon.     ’     and as quick as the shout had come it was gone, a feral redness tinting pale cheeks in shame as she snatched away from the touch.     ‘     please.     ’

      ❛  i... ❜ she’s lost for words, though only momentarily, her breathing rapid, uneven as she stumbles back, attempting to regain her stance for myranda wasn’t swayed by the girl’s words, not at all, thinking herself more determined than the last time as she went to speak again, ❛ w-would they, gods forbid it... hurt you if i were to pull you away from this now? or if i were to do it for you, what would they do? ❜ the thought is a unbearable, bitter one for the baratheon lady to consider fully, myranda wouldn’t wish that sort of behaviour upon anyone, not her worst enemy let alone an innocent, defenceless girl such as the one before her. ❛ you know... i wouldn’t let them do that to you, not a thing... truly, you have my word, i wouldn’t let anything happen to you. could i ask you to reconsider? allow me to help, or at least ask someone else to do so, so you might be able to come with me? ❜

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poppy baratheon.

Poppy wiggled AWAY from her fingers poking fingers - a sheepish grin spreading across her lips - an expression that faded quickly with her sisters’ next words. “I  wouldn’t rest if it had been one of you.” She replied, knowing she’d destroy the ENTIRE realm if that was what justice took for her family. “I’ve been brought to the ground enough times to know my talent does not lie within a sparring ring.” Eyes ROLLING, she looped her arm around her sisters. “Pity? I’ve been swarmed by suitors and ladies. Perhaps I was enjoying my time alone.” 

      ❛  do you suppose the killer’ll strike again, poppy? the crown is taking an awfully long time in doing much about it, i mean they’ve yet to even make an arrest. for all we know... the culprit is lurking around these very halls as we speak! ❜ her words are made purely in jest, a playful smile pulling at her lips though myranda suspects her dear sister won’t take her words as lightly as she so often did.  ❛ your love for me, for davos, wavers with each word from you, see! ❜ an exasperated burst of laughter comes bubbling from the girl as she hugs her elder sister’s arm gently,  ❛ one minute you would simply hate to see us go, the next... you’re occupied with suitors and ladies, so concerned with alone time... surely, you must feel just a little unsafe when alone these days? ❜

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theon blacktyde.

        “ AND HERE I THOUGHT THAT the mainland would be dull. however, it’s barely been a day and the lords are turning on each other. another day and they’ll be sword fights in the halls. ”          he grinned. while most grieved the death of lord arryn theon couldn’t care less. why would he care about some pompous lord being murdered? he had spent all of his life avoiding anything to do with the mainland politics and planned to continue it. watching the nobles begin to fall apart, however, promised some thrilling entertainment.

      ❛  would those not directly involved in the conflict being able to join in too?  ❜ she pipes up upon hearing hearing the man’s comment — recognising him almost instantaneously as a member of the ironborn, they had a distinct presence she’d noticed. it was their forthright, and candid attitudes towards happenings myranda admired, they said things as they were and she was surely thankful for it, a playful smile making itself known across her lips. ❛ i can’t promise my combat’ll be on par with yours, or anyone else’s for that matter but it’d be fun... i haven’t a doubt. ❜ 

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poppy baratheon.

Eyes swiveled from the servant before her to take in the YOUNGEST of the Baratheon siblings. A weight seemed to lift off her chest at the sight of the girl - relieved to see she was as well as the last time they’d spoken. “’Tis the CAPITAL. Abundant in gossip, love and apparently murder these days.” She retorted with a smile. “Come - walk with me. I’m off to fetch a bite to eat and you’re STILL far to skinny.” 

      ❛ you shouldn’t jape about that, poppy...  ❜ she scolds lightheartedly, reaching her sister’s side and moving to poke her there ever so gently — a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of myranda’s lips, ❛ a man lost his life, lord rodrik and lady reyla lost their father... gods, imagine if it had been one of us! ❜ the exclamation erupting from the doe-eyed girl is just as dramatic as the events that taken place, the aftermath of which could be felt in each and every corner of the castle they resided in. ❛ i’m not skinny, i’m lean... there’s surely a difference! and perhaps if you come along to spar with me some time, you’ll understand! ❜ she gasps, humour still hanging in her features, ❛ though i can’t turn down your invitation, out of pity as your sister, i mustn’t allow you to venture on alone. ❜ 

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poppy baratheon.

Poppy adored flowers - perhaps it was because of her NAMESAKE or just the genuine beauty of the silky petals - but to hear a place like a garden had been soiled with murder was disheartening. Still, someone had left a pale BEAUTY outside her door ( a suitor no doubt ), so she’d taken to wandering the corridors with it between her fingers. At the sight of an approaching figure, the flower DROPPED to her side. “Excuse me - could you perhaps point me in the direction of the place of dining?”

      ❛ my dear sister ! ❜  calls the younger of the two baratheon girls, both her voice and its cheerful timbre as well as the blossoming smile upon the myranda’s rosebud lips perfectly portraying the delight the girl felt at coming across her elder sister like this. she moves quicker now, slinging her bow haphazardly across her shoulder as umber eyes move downward, catching sight, almost instantly, of the delicate flower in hand — brows dipping suddenly in a questioning stance as myranda exclaims, ❛ you can’t possibly tell me you’ve already caught the eye of some lovelorn boy around here, poppy... seven hells, we’ve barely just arrived ! ❜ 

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alys waters.

her    hands    ached    ,   her   knees   bruised .      her ragtag skirt stained with some mans life force, dried blood caked her fingers tips as she worked to remove the stains from the gardens cobbles. her orders. she had to, or perhaps face another strike.      ‘     d     d      don’t m      move.      ’      she stuttered out, feet entering her peripherals, her head raising quickly.     ‘       it is just th     there is st     still blood there.     ’    she meekly whispered, quick to divert her gaze from the other, returning to her work.

      she can recall it so vividly — the still, uncommonly serene night before she and her brother had travelled to the capital, how she’d asked the seven for thrills and exhilaration whilst there, for being away from her home had troubled her so... it’s as she stares now, into an abhorrent abyss of red, that myranda realises how wrong it was of her to ask for such a thing, that perhaps she’d asked for this.         ❛ t-they can’t make you do that... ❜     there’s stuttering from her too, so unusual for the young baratheon girl so defined by an outgoing nature, though she just can’t shake the distress that befalls her at the scene playing out before her,       ❛ we shouldn’t see such atrocities — here, allow me to help you... please? ❜     restlessness urges her forward, almost unwillingly, she wants to wait for the girl, for her consent but proactivity spurs her on, deft fingertips reaching to stop the redhead from any further involvement with the blood. 

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      i’m an entire day late but i’m finally getting to my intros ... yesterday just wasn’t my day but hello lovelies, i’m lo, or lola, 9teen and stressing in gmt+1, i’ve got two babies here, elia martell, princess of dorne who does already have an intro ( here ) from a lil while back though i do plan on updating it at some point as some aspects have changed!  though she’s still the honourable, cunning yet kind, queer namesake of the late elia martell .... on the other side of the coin is this girly right here, myranda baratheon, great/grand-daughter of arya and gendry ( whom myra loves very much ) who i’ll be getting into down below but before i do ... pls come plot with us, i’ll leave some connections at the end of this but i give everyone permission to attack my im’s or message me on discord @ #3454 about anything & everything from plots and connections to just asoiaf.. i’m 100% down ♡

( marina moschen / 19 / cisfemale ) → there has been whispers around the keep that MYRANDA BARATHEON, the LADY of THE STORMLANDS has been spotted. everyone knows she can be very WAYWARD, but some may know that she can be BENEVOLENT & ASPIRING. she has pledged her alligence to HOUSE BARATHEON & STARK , i wonder how long she’ll last in the capital ? 

firstly she absolutely adores her grandparents/great-grandparents, trust a day won’t go by without myranda having dropped arya and gendry into a conversation somehow, she’s so immensely proud of her lineage, always seen beaming at the mere concept of her being a descendant of the great ‘storm queen’ … she just loves being a baratheon so much advjsdk

her parents on the other hand, truly wanted to make a little lady out of myranda, have her be the perfect little girl who’d grow up to marry well and charm the royal court because that’s how she graced the world, a doe-eyed, sweet tempered girl.

she started off as an incredibly gentle soul, who was both benevolent and obedient but aged 8, things began to change and myranda took a keen interest in activities considered less ‘lady-like’ by westerosi society, she began riding more often than not, racing through the rocky terrain of the stormlands on her beloved friesian stallion named ‘orys’. it’s at this time, she also picked up a sword, training just as much as her brother did though mainly in her own time as her parents swore off the idea of myranda partaking in weapon training when really she should’ve been sat practising needlework. 

it’s from this that she’s grown such a rebellious streak, straying further from what’s expected of a lady such as herself with each passing day.

thus she tends to scoff in the face of tradition, myranda thoroughly believes its in her blood to do so, having been descended from arya stark, one of the most unconventional women to grace the land of westeros and her husband, gendry baratheon, a once-bastard who rose up from a title that was so looked down upon to claim all that his family have now. she believes in more than being a chaste young lady, entering a betrothal found for her by others and living out the rest of her days as a dutiful wife, producing heirs until she can longer do so… she’d rather be playing an active role in shaping the future of westeros, the world that she’ll be living in, and hopefully ruling over in the future.

you’ll often find her running through the forest, or through storm’s end, along the cliff’s edge, bare foot and in a dress that is beyond inappropriate for that particular activity… it’ll often be a long, floaty thing, myranda having let her hair down and allowed the sea spray to drench her before returning home to a chorus of tsking from all her maids.

she adores her homeland and is honestly quite upset to be leaving it to go to the capital however she finds it to be good practise as one of her dreams is to travel, to essos and to each and every corner of westeros, feeling she’s had a pretty sheltered childhood growing up, having never travelled too far from the stormlands before really, no matter how many times she tried... 

despite her wild streak and the wolf blood running through her veins, as inherited from arya’s stark side of the family, myra is incredibly talented in deceiving people into thinking she’s the lady she really should be... all of her mother’s teachings and moanings didn’t go to waste ... trust, she knows how to act, speak and portray herself as the lady of storm’s end and the stormlands, i think she finds it entertaining to act in that way, to dress up and prance around like some women in westeros do. 

her allegiance lies with her house, and that of her stark family in the north, she’s not entirely, if at all, that devoted to the targaryens but again.. she play her part pretty damn convincingly. 

all in all, myra’s not entirely sure what she wants to do in life... she’s keen on the idea of becoming a sellsword or perhaps a member of the small council, though at present... her sole task at hand is swaying conversation away from any potential betrothals coming her way as she understands her hand in marriage is a well desired objective of several noble families. 

overall though !!!! myranda is an incredibly chill young girl, who will 100% fight you, physically or just through sharp-tongued quips and japes which all come from an incredibly gentle and warm heart. she’s got the best of intentions and just wants to enjoy life to its fullest, taking advantage of all it has to offer. 

that’s all i’ve got for now, but onto some specific connections... 

a potential betrothal, one in talks: it’s myranda’s worst nightmare to be promised to someone right now, there’s a sense of entrapment she feels is attached to betrothals and there’s still so much she wants to do and achieve in her life before she even begins to consider such a thing... i’d imagine it’s a pretty mutual feeling of discontent shared between both parties, enough that they could perhaps laugh over it when together but yeah, she wouldn’t touch on this topic with a 10ft pole unless forced to.

her first crush / love: this is just pure fluff ( a lil angst ) !!!!!!!! & very specific, so i’ll probably send it in but she had a massive crush on the kennel master’s son at storm’s end during her early teens. they used to train together in the yard, sparring with one another, riding and racing one another upon horseback, just being cute, soft friends who had feelings for one another but were always incredibly hesitant to act on those feelings. myranda’s very much asexual, having little sexual attraction there, instead just a pure emotional attachment. i imagine he went on to become a knight, kingsguard member, guard for house baratheon, idk but i think myra’s always held this character in very high regard and they undoubtedly hold a special place in her heart. 

gal pals: i’m just a sucker for women supporting women so any ladies who wanna group up whilst in the capital and have a little fun, cause a little chaos... hit myranda up bc she’s 100% there for that. 

^ even people that she could perhaps fight against, train against, ride/race against like... anyone up for a challenge, cute friendly or rival-esque sorta dynamics would be cool to see. 

again, that’s all i’ve got but pls hmu, either on here or over on discord, i’d be so incredibly happy to chat ♡

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great houses of westeros ≡ [4/9] baratheon

“The Starks fight the Lannisters. The Baratheons fight each other.”

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marveladdicts:

Is there any member of a royal blood who wishes to challenge for the throne?

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Selena in Deus Salve o Rei (episode 89)

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