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[jeynearrynvale]

Jeyne sent all of her handmaids away, the feel of too many grasping fingers and prying hands had finally overwhelmed her. Jeyne needed a moment to herself, to gather her thoughts and feel at ease.

“Ladies, I will handle this myself. Please excuse me for the night.”

She watched with creeping anticipation as they filed out and slowly the door closed. Alone at last, she didn’t bother undressing. Instead she walked over to the towering windows that took up nearly an entire wall floor to ceiling. Outside she could see tiny snowflakes whirling around in the frigid air. The spindly branches of a large Hawthorn tree kept scratching against the glass, making a horrible keening that sounded like a wounded animal. Dress half undone she stared out into the darkness that was the only home she’d ever known.

Jeyne did not like feeling trapped. She was the one always planning, always setting the trap. So why did she feel the iron jaws clamping around her neck?

And then she threw the windows open.

She moved quickly and the force of the wind outside helped her along. Wood slammed against stone with every latch thrown open, the swirling fury of wind and snow blew her fire out instantly. There she stood for a long while thinking it over.

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Jessamyn sauntered towards the archway, moving lazily. The silk of her gown flowed gracefully with her as she did. She hadn’t intended to meet with Lady Grafton here or now but that was no real matter at all. Lady Jeyne was likely stewing in her own head and she was anxious to return to her. She just had to put her off and then she could be on her way.

“Has my lady not shared the word yet?” She tsk’d stepping ever further from the encroaching lady. “Then you must know I can’t spoil it for you. Is that really why you’re out here, wandering about the castle late at night?”

She arched an eyebrow at Cissy and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. “Probably not, I’m guessing.” Without meaning to her hands had found her hips, standing with a demeanor of disapproval.

“If I’m guessing correctly, and I’m sure you’ll let me know if I’m wrong, you’re hoping to run into Jeyne. The only part I’m shaky on is why you bothered asking me at all? You had to know I wouldn’t say anything.”

It would’ve been smarter to avoid Jessamyn in her opinion. There was absolutely no chance she would let Lady Grafton wander into Jeyne’s apartments now. But perhaps Cissy had failed to consider Jessamyn would be lurking around. Something about it didn’t feel right though. The lady had to be pretty good at dodging guards and she was worried at the possibility of her simply refusing to leave. She looked her up and down trying to decide exactly what kind of person she was.

Time to Act

Starter with @cissy-grafton for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne sat, annoyed and frustrated, furiously writing at her desk. The wind outside was loud howling against her windowsill, rattling her bones in her skin. She sat swathed in furs and robes, while a thick quilt lay over her lap. The fire crackling behind her only kept the chill at bay. The vale is never warm in the winter. Every wall of the grand castle is draped with tapestry of brilliant designs and exotic imported fabrics. A colorful display of extravagance and a necessary barrier between them and the cold stone beneath. Fires are always lit and every room is well stocked with blankets. But the cold is different in the Vale, it permeates every space and crawls inside your chest.

Jeyne couldn’t say she disliked the cold though. There was something so beautiful and almost magical about winter. The all encompassing quiet as the snow paints the world white brings her a feeling of peace. A feeling she doesn’t get to experience all that often and one she is currently very far away from. The mountain clans are as persistent as ever in their raids, nothing new there. But she knew it was only a matter of time before they attack the castle stores. There are no better climbers or more skilled combatants than the mountain clans. Barbarous as they can be, they know the land. Beyond that her own men could not be everywhere at once. The clans knew that and made good on their absence. They undermined her authority and Jeyne had enough men trying to oust her from her position without them.

Jeyne expects the Vale to be inaccessible within the next moon, the snow will all but block the passage upward. But before then she plans to have one last party, a winter celebration. Not one to miss an opportunity for grandeur, she has already sent invites to every house in the region. All but one, House Grafton. She wanted to write the invitation herself. It was no secret that house Grafton was successful and honorable. But Jeyne was interested in speaking with the Lady of the house, Cissy.

Desperate for help and beyond infuriated at the continued raids by the mountain clans, Jeyne intends to solicit her support. It would be uncouth to write and say as much, though sorely tempting. No, instead she’ll invite her to stay as her celebrated guest of honor. Which wouldn’t be a hard feat at all, considering the lady was well respected and genuinely lauded as a compassionate person.

Dear Lady Grafton,

You are cordially invited to attend the annual Winter Ball hosted at the Eyrie. The theme this year is Frosted winds and the pale moon. It is my great privilege to announce you are the guest of honor for the festivities! Join us as we celebrate and uplift House Grafton. As the selected guest, a private dinner will be held between just the two of us. This is a special celebration welcoming the advent of winter and it is a chance for our houses to grow closer. Please consider any accommodations you might be in need of and with due haste send them to me. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, Cissy. Our meetings have been too few and far between for much too long now.

In earnest excitement, Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East.

Hoping she was not too overeager, she carefully rolled the parchment up and sealed it. The crushed pearls in the wax sparkled like the stars.

“Gods let this work, I tire of beating back the brush.”

With a sigh she stood, shivering against the chill air, and started for the owlery.

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The same as I would ask of any great lady, a helping hand.” She replied airly, spinning the lady gracefully out before pulling her back.

Jeyne hadn’t missed the tight grip of her hand nor the sharp look in her eyes. But Jeyne would not be cowed here nor ever. So she smiled again and kept the frustration from her tone. “Too many wandering eyes and listening ears my lady, you know this.”

The two cut across the floor like two birds in a death dive, furiously and without any hope of stopping. The other guests in accordance had stepped out of their way, forming a circle around them and the dance floor. The strings in the background were sharp and dramatic. Jeyne wondered if she’d ever heard this song before as a melodic voice joined the piece. It matched their fervent pace exactly.

“This is a party darling.” She was starting to sweat from their dance, it was taking quite a bit of effort to appear effortless as the entire room watched them enraptured. “I will tell you everything. Know that I speak true when I say it must be you.”

As the strings reached their crescendo and she knew their time ran short, she admitted just a bit of it. “I need your mind, Cissy. It’s the best in the realm as far as I’m concerned for the job. And I hope you’ll help me.” The two ended their dance, though only Jeyne seemed to be nearly panting at the effort. And she spends more time dancing than most people in the realm.

An explosive applause met them as they parted from their embrace. Cheers sounded from every corner of the room, it was nearly deafening. Jeyne took it in stride like a good host and bowed a few times. Then she threw kisses into the crowd and laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Even for her, the theatrics were a bit much. But she grabbed Cissy's hand and raised it anyway, declaring “The people love us!”

The lady was either going to think she was mad or a genius before this festival was over and done with. But she would have to hope the lady wasn’t too upset at having to wait. Through the crowd Jeyne was only looking for one face, hoping to catch sight of Jessamyn’s flaming hair. She would have to thank her friend for hiring such a competent group of performers, the music had been simply stunning. Jeyne threw Cissy one last meaningful look before they were separated by the couples streaming back onto the floor.

Time to Act

Starter with @cissy-grafton for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne sat, annoyed and frustrated, furiously writing at her desk. The wind outside was loud howling against her windowsill, rattling her bones in her skin. She sat swathed in furs and robes, while a thick quilt lay over her lap. The fire crackling behind her only kept the chill at bay. The vale is never warm in the winter. Every wall of the grand castle is draped with tapestry of brilliant designs and exotic imported fabrics. A colorful display of extravagance and a necessary barrier between them and the cold stone beneath. Fires are always lit and every room is well stocked with blankets. But the cold is different in the Vale, it permeates every space and crawls inside your chest.

Jeyne couldn’t say she disliked the cold though. There was something so beautiful and almost magical about winter. The all encompassing quiet as the snow paints the world white brings her a feeling of peace. A feeling she doesn’t get to experience all that often and one she is currently very far away from. The mountain clans are as persistent as ever in their raids, nothing new there. But she knew it was only a matter of time before they attack the castle stores. There are no better climbers or more skilled combatants than the mountain clans. Barbarous as they can be, they know the land. Beyond that her own men could not be everywhere at once. The clans knew that and made good on their absence. They undermined her authority and Jeyne had enough men trying to oust her from her position without them.

Jeyne expects the Vale to be inaccessible within the next moon, the snow will all but block the passage upward. But before then she plans to have one last party, a winter celebration. Not one to miss an opportunity for grandeur, she has already sent invites to every house in the region. All but one, House Grafton. She wanted to write the invitation herself. It was no secret that house Grafton was successful and honorable. But Jeyne was interested in speaking with the Lady of the house, Cissy.

Desperate for help and beyond infuriated at the continued raids by the mountain clans, Jeyne intends to solicit her support. It would be uncouth to write and say as much, though sorely tempting. No, instead she’ll invite her to stay as her celebrated guest of honor. Which wouldn’t be a hard feat at all, considering the lady was well respected and genuinely lauded as a compassionate person.

Dear Lady Grafton,

You are cordially invited to attend the annual Winter Ball hosted at the Eyrie. The theme this year is Frosted winds and the pale moon. It is my great privilege to announce you are the guest of honor for the festivities! Join us as we celebrate and uplift House Grafton. As the selected guest, a private dinner will be held between just the two of us. This is a special celebration welcoming the advent of winter and it is a chance for our houses to grow closer. Please consider any accommodations you might be in need of and with due haste send them to me. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, Cissy. Our meetings have been too few and far between for much too long now.

In earnest excitement, Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East.

Hoping she was not too overeager, she carefully rolled the parchment up and sealed it. The crushed pearls in the wax sparkled like the stars.

“Gods let this work, I tire of beating back the brush.”

With a sigh she stood, shivering against the chill air, and started for the owlery.

[jeynearrynvale]

Favorite room Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne can most often be found hanging about in the hallways of the Eyrie. She couldn’t tell you exactly why she always seemed to end up there, only inexplicably she felt the need to wander about them. She figured most likely it was a need to be sure of who was about them, to reassure herself there was no danger. But a sadder part of her dreamed of bumping into her father in the halls. That one day she might look out the window and see him marching home. On brighter days, she looks down fondly to see her dear cousin Joffrey riding about. Jeyne knew every hallway in the Eyrie by memory and could navigate them blindfolded. It was rather advantageous for her when she wished to lose someone’s company.

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Jeyne was fully in her element as she made her rounds in the ballroom. She made a deliberate point to talk with a member of every house in the Vale, great and small alike. She did this genuinely as all deserved a chance to speak with the lady of the Eyrie, but she would be remiss to say she did it only for that reason. As she sipped spiced wine and touched hands, she made note of who was pleased to see her and who wasn’t. Parties had a way of loosening people up against their will. The atmosphere, the laughter, and of course the wine slipped behind people’s defenses. Even the best political rival could be knocked off guard by a decadent pleasure. And Jeyne always secured the best for her parties. So she engaged her guests personally, asked them questions, and acted spontaneously. It allowed them to feel at ease, perhaps even blow off some steam without thinking about it too hard. This was a party after all, and parties aren’t for thinking!

This was a practiced method Jeyne had perfected over the years. It lessened the anxiety if she approached them and gave them a chance to see her for a moment as just another party goer. So imagine her surprise when Lady Grafton appeared from the depths of the dance floor, curtsying and asking her to dance. Jeyne was working the room and Cissy Grafton was about to work her if she wasn’t careful. Without meaning to, a devilish smirk stole over her face for a moment before she winked at the lady and returned her curtsy.

“It would honor me so.” She said joining hands with her and moving to slow but deliberate strings playing in the background.

The room came alive then as more people moved to join them. Twirling together they moved across the floor, graceful and precise. They were a perfect dancing pair. Jeyne hoped they would be a perfect match strategically as well. The people of the Vale could not continue to suffer raid after raid. It was heartbreaking, it was infuriating. Jeyne wouldn’t have any more families ripped apart.

“I won’t keep you in suspense much longer, Lady Grafton.” She deliberately kept her eyes off her as she spoke. She didn’t want her reading all of her cards just yet. “I need your help and most desperately.” She whispered the last part, barely audible over the loud sounds of the ballroom.

Her eyes flickered up to the lady’s and for a moment she thought she saw a look of victory in her eyes. She waited to hear what she would say, given she’d revealed nothing but clearly made it apparent this was no regular invitation.

Time to Act

Starter with @cissy-grafton for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne sat, annoyed and frustrated, furiously writing at her desk. The wind outside was loud howling against her windowsill, rattling her bones in her skin. She sat swathed in furs and robes, while a thick quilt lay over her lap. The fire crackling behind her only kept the chill at bay. The vale is never warm in the winter. Every wall of the grand castle is draped with tapestry of brilliant designs and exotic imported fabrics. A colorful display of extravagance and a necessary barrier between them and the cold stone beneath. Fires are always lit and every room is well stocked with blankets. But the cold is different in the Vale, it permeates every space and crawls inside your chest.

Jeyne couldn’t say she disliked the cold though. There was something so beautiful and almost magical about winter. The all encompassing quiet as the snow paints the world white brings her a feeling of peace. A feeling she doesn’t get to experience all that often and one she is currently very far away from. The mountain clans are as persistent as ever in their raids, nothing new there. But she knew it was only a matter of time before they attack the castle stores. There are no better climbers or more skilled combatants than the mountain clans. Barbarous as they can be, they know the land. Beyond that her own men could not be everywhere at once. The clans knew that and made good on their absence. They undermined her authority and Jeyne had enough men trying to oust her from her position without them.

Jeyne expects the Vale to be inaccessible within the next moon, the snow will all but block the passage upward. But before then she plans to have one last party, a winter celebration. Not one to miss an opportunity for grandeur, she has already sent invites to every house in the region. All but one, House Grafton. She wanted to write the invitation herself. It was no secret that house Grafton was successful and honorable. But Jeyne was interested in speaking with the Lady of the house, Cissy.

Desperate for help and beyond infuriated at the continued raids by the mountain clans, Jeyne intends to solicit her support. It would be uncouth to write and say as much, though sorely tempting. No, instead she’ll invite her to stay as her celebrated guest of honor. Which wouldn’t be a hard feat at all, considering the lady was well respected and genuinely lauded as a compassionate person.

Dear Lady Grafton,

You are cordially invited to attend the annual Winter Ball hosted at the Eyrie. The theme this year is Frosted winds and the pale moon. It is my great privilege to announce you are the guest of honor for the festivities! Join us as we celebrate and uplift House Grafton. As the selected guest, a private dinner will be held between just the two of us. This is a special celebration welcoming the advent of winter and it is a chance for our houses to grow closer. Please consider any accommodations you might be in need of and with due haste send them to me. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, Cissy. Our meetings have been too few and far between for much too long now.

In earnest excitement, Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East.

Hoping she was not too overeager, she carefully rolled the parchment up and sealed it. The crushed pearls in the wax sparkled like the stars.

“Gods let this work, I tire of beating back the brush.”

With a sigh she stood, shivering against the chill air, and started for the owlery.

[jeynearrynvale]

The impossibly high vaulted ceilings were draped in countless tiny crystals. Each was hand carved in varying cuts which reflected the candlelight like a million stars hanging above them. Huge swathes of blue and white fabric hung down as well, swirling in the breeze they twisted together. But best of all was the painted mural hung behind the dias which depicted the moon in all her glory. Its beautiful white hue was nearly blinding against the dark night sky. The image stretched ten feet tall, making it a beacon of the ball room. The room smelled of the winter jasmine that was hanging everywhere, its beautiful white blooms nearly blended into the walls.

Jeyne had purposely not greeted the Graftons at their arrival a few days ago. She instead had sent Jessamyn to see them settled. Jessamyn was charming, but she did not necessarily uphold the promise of cordiality. Jeyne was hoping to use that to her advantage. Jessamyn would let it slip that Jeyne was still arranging things, a blatant lie that anyone could see. But a necessary one, Cissy would know it for the red herring it was. Preparations for this Ball were years in the making, any planning Jeyne had to do was long gone. Their goal was to have Lady Grafton consider why Jessamyn lied.

The timing of the ball was no coincidence either. While she wanted Lady Grafton contemplative, she did not want to give her enough time to grow worried. After all, she did want her help with the problem. So tonight they would dance and play games. Jeyne would propose a toast to their guest of honor before the night ended, though she would not mention their private dinner. Tonight was simply about putting on a show. And what a show it would be, Jeyne had arranged for every delicacy under the realm to be present. There were exotic wines and fruit. The chairs were draped with fine cloth woven to match the colors of the houses in attendance. A gift she’d been working on for the better part of her rule. Then there were the singers and musicians who she’d paid handsomely to perform day and night for the next moon. Currently they played a soft ballad they wafted down the halls of the Eyrie.

Guests would begin arriving within the next few hours and Jeyne had work to do. Leaving the main hall, she walked briskly back to her quarters to begin dressing for the event. Pushing open her door, she saw the room was bustling already. Several hand maids were moving swiftly about the room but Jeyne was looking for a familiar bright red head of hair. She spotted Jesamyn further in, standing by the windows. Jeyne’s shoulders dropped in relief at seeing her.

Rushing to her side she asked, “How was it? Did everything go according to plan? Are you well?”

The lady rolled her eyes and grabbed Jeyne’s hands in her own. “Everything is fine, you shouldn’t worry so much. Everyone will be able to tell, you know.”

Jeyne considered sticking her tongue out at her like a child. “Yes, well my worry aside, tell me what happened.”

“Lady Grafton definitely picked up on the lie. She even made a clever comment about the veracity of your dedication to decorating. Though I believe her clever children were not long behind her in acknowledging something was up.”

That didn’t concern Jeyne very much. The Grafton children were intelligent and she very much admired them for it. The Vale needed strong, independent thinkers. She could never fault them for that.

“They weren’t too insulted were they?” It was always a gamble to not meet your guest head on, some might consider it a public snub.

“I think they’re curious. Invite someone as your guest of honor and then send someone else to greet them, it's an odd honor.”

Jeyne sighed and gazed out at the soft flakes falling outside. The wind had let up so they fell perfectly down, spiraling like little birds. She hoped she was doing the right thing here. Cissy’s letter had seemed hopeful and Jeyne had done her best to give them only the finest accommodations. All she had to was finish the plan.

“Well, there’s only one way for us to know. Let’s dress and find out.”

Let the annual winter festival begin.

Time to Act

Starter with @cissy-grafton for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne sat, annoyed and frustrated, furiously writing at her desk. The wind outside was loud howling against her windowsill, rattling her bones in her skin. She sat swathed in furs and robes, while a thick quilt lay over her lap. The fire crackling behind her only kept the chill at bay. The vale is never warm in the winter. Every wall of the grand castle is draped with tapestry of brilliant designs and exotic imported fabrics. A colorful display of extravagance and a necessary barrier between them and the cold stone beneath. Fires are always lit and every room is well stocked with blankets. But the cold is different in the Vale, it permeates every space and crawls inside your chest.

Jeyne couldn’t say she disliked the cold though. There was something so beautiful and almost magical about winter. The all encompassing quiet as the snow paints the world white brings her a feeling of peace. A feeling she doesn’t get to experience all that often and one she is currently very far away from. The mountain clans are as persistent as ever in their raids, nothing new there. But she knew it was only a matter of time before they attack the castle stores. There are no better climbers or more skilled combatants than the mountain clans. Barbarous as they can be, they know the land. Beyond that her own men could not be everywhere at once. The clans knew that and made good on their absence. They undermined her authority and Jeyne had enough men trying to oust her from her position without them.

Jeyne expects the Vale to be inaccessible within the next moon, the snow will all but block the passage upward. But before then she plans to have one last party, a winter celebration. Not one to miss an opportunity for grandeur, she has already sent invites to every house in the region. All but one, House Grafton. She wanted to write the invitation herself. It was no secret that house Grafton was successful and honorable. But Jeyne was interested in speaking with the Lady of the house, Cissy.

Desperate for help and beyond infuriated at the continued raids by the mountain clans, Jeyne intends to solicit her support. It would be uncouth to write and say as much, though sorely tempting. No, instead she’ll invite her to stay as her celebrated guest of honor. Which wouldn’t be a hard feat at all, considering the lady was well respected and genuinely lauded as a compassionate person.

Dear Lady Grafton,

You are cordially invited to attend the annual Winter Ball hosted at the Eyrie. The theme this year is Frosted winds and the pale moon. It is my great privilege to announce you are the guest of honor for the festivities! Join us as we celebrate and uplift House Grafton. As the selected guest, a private dinner will be held between just the two of us. This is a special celebration welcoming the advent of winter and it is a chance for our houses to grow closer. Please consider any accommodations you might be in need of and with due haste send them to me. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, Cissy. Our meetings have been too few and far between for much too long now.

In earnest excitement, Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East.

Hoping she was not too overeager, she carefully rolled the parchment up and sealed it. The crushed pearls in the wax sparkled like the stars.

“Gods let this work, I tire of beating back the brush.”

With a sigh she stood, shivering against the chill air, and started for the owlery.

[jeynearrynvale]

Time to Act

Starter with @cissy-grafton for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Jeyne sat, annoyed and frustrated, furiously writing at her desk. The wind outside was loud howling against her windowsill, rattling her bones in her skin. She sat swathed in furs and robes, while a thick quilt lay over her lap. The fire crackling behind her only kept the chill at bay. The vale is never warm in the winter. Every wall of the grand castle is draped with tapestry of brilliant designs and exotic imported fabrics. A colorful display of extravagance and a necessary barrier between them and the cold stone beneath. Fires are always lit and every room is well stocked with blankets. But the cold is different in the Vale, it permeates every space and crawls inside your chest.

Jeyne couldn’t say she disliked the cold though. There was something so beautiful and almost magical about winter. The all encompassing quiet as the snow paints the world white brings her a feeling of peace. A feeling she doesn’t get to experience all that often and one she is currently very far away from. The mountain clans are as persistent as ever in their raids, nothing new there. But she knew it was only a matter of time before they attack the castle stores. There are no better climbers or more skilled combatants than the mountain clans. Barbarous as they can be, they know the land. Beyond that her own men could not be everywhere at once. The clans knew that and made good on their absence. They undermined her authority and Jeyne had enough men trying to oust her from her position without them.

Jeyne expects the Vale to be inaccessible within the next moon, the snow will all but block the passage upward. But before then she plans to have one last party, a winter celebration. Not one to miss an opportunity for grandeur, she has already sent invites to every house in the region. All but one, House Grafton. She wanted to write the invitation herself. It was no secret that house Grafton was successful and honorable. But Jeyne was interested in speaking with the Lady of the house, Cissy.

Desperate for help and beyond infuriated at the continued raids by the mountain clans, Jeyne intends to solicit her support. It would be uncouth to write and say as much, though sorely tempting. No, instead she’ll invite her to stay as her celebrated guest of honor. Which wouldn’t be a hard feat at all, considering the lady was well respected and genuinely lauded as a compassionate person.

Dear Lady Grafton,

You are cordially invited to attend the annual Winter Ball hosted at the Eyrie. The theme this year is Frosted winds and the pale moon. It is my great privilege to announce you are the guest of honor for the festivities! Join us as we celebrate and uplift House Grafton. As the selected guest, a private dinner will be held between just the two of us. This is a special celebration welcoming the advent of winter and it is a chance for our houses to grow closer. Please consider any accommodations you might be in need of and with due haste send them to me. I am so looking forward to seeing you again, Cissy. Our meetings have been too few and far between for much too long now.

In earnest excitement, Jeyne Arryn, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East.

Hoping she was not too overeager, she carefully rolled the parchment up and sealed it. The crushed pearls in the wax sparkled like the stars.

“Gods let this work, I tire of beating back the brush.”

With a sigh she stood, shivering against the chill air, and started for the owlery.

[jeynearrynvale]

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Character Intro

Fundamentals

Full name: Jeyne Alys Daella Arryn

Nickname(s): Jeynie, used by her dear friend Jessamyn, Jey, often used by her younger cousins. Jeyne Alys, when her cousin Ser Joffrey is upset with her.

Monkiers: Maiden of the Vale, Lady Paramount of the Vale, Defender of the Vale, Warden of the East, Protector of women and the weak.

Age: 32

Date of birth: twenty and three of the eleventh moon 97 AC

Pronouns and identity details: She/her cis-female

Allegiance(s): Targaryen, Arryn, the good of the Vale and all houses within.

Spoken Language(s): Common Tongue

Religion: Faith of the Seven

Build and Features

Eyes: Brown

Features: long curly hair, square shaped face, small nose.

Hair: Brown, blonde highlights

Build: slim

Height: 5’7, 170.1 cm

Distinguishing Characteristics: beauty mark under left eye. Unconsciously always humming.

Personality and Morality

“Positive” Traits: Confident, Charming, Intelligent, perceptive.

“Negative” Traits: indulgent, vindictive, vain

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Interests: Trade and Shipping policies, Geography, Literature, Art and Music. Dancing, weaving, Vale animals

Hobbies: matchmaking, dress design, interior decorating, sewing, painting, party organizing, calligraphy, horseback riding, pottery making, flute, harp, fiddle, psaltery

Goals: Peace and Prosperity for the Vale and the realm. Fight for women’s continued liberation and advancement in society.

Anxieties: overwhelmed by duty and scheming cohorts, fear of losing her loved ones.

Social Weapon(s): skillful conversationalist, charismatic, knowledgeable, generous but authentic

Relationships

Father: Elys Arryn (deceased)

Mother: Marsella (Belmore) Arryn (deceased)

Siblings: Luceon (Deceased), Oswin (Deceased)

Cousins: Ser Joffrey Arryn, Isembard Arryn, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Arnold Arryn (disowned)

Family Status: Head of house Arryn and the Vale, beloved cousin.

Partner(s): none. Very close friend Jessamyn Redfort.

Children: none.

Court ties: Lady of the Vale, Warden of the east, special advisor to Queen’s counsel.

[jeynearrynvale]

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Jeyne always wears blue, no matter the season or weather. However, she does tend to favor red, plum and green during the colder times. She hopes to bring some life to her cold, white stone walls by wearing more vibrant colors. Jeyne also has an extensive fur collection and can hardly be seen without sporting some fur or another. Some remain their natural colors while others are dyed any hue imaginable. A most ardent lover of pearls, the lady of the Vale is often wearing a variety of pearls from various regions. Along with pearls, she favors garnets and moon stones during the winter. Jeyne prefers to wear her hair up, usually gently twisted and pinned. Most often she will wear ribbons in her hair rather than jewels, as it allows spontaneous dance much easier.

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We are a No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, and find out who our court would like to see most on our Most Wanted page, send us a raven with any questions and once you're ready apply, and then join us for plotting and OOC-chat on our Discord!!

Alysanne is particularly wanted by Lord Kermit and Ser Oscar Tully, Lady Cassandra Baratheon, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Lady Teora and Ser Robin Grafton, and Lady-Paramount Jeyne Arryn.

Note: Character traits, faceclaim, and details are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

Character biography under the cut

The youngest sister of Lord Samwell Blackwood of Raventree Hall, Alysanne, largely known as "Aly", is 22, and renowned across the Riverlands for her defiant nature and unrelenting spirit, as forceful as the Trident River itself. With a wit as keen as the dagger she’s said to always carry, Alysanne has turned rebellion into an art form, much to her family’s equal aggravation and pride. From her earliest days, Alysanne refused to conform to the expectations of a proper lady. Embroidery and courtly grace held no appeal for her; instead, she climbed trees, tracked game through the dark woods, and devoured the ancient tomes buried in Raventree’s archives. Her fascination with the history of the Riverlands, particularly the bloody feud between the Blackwoods and the Brackens, stoked her love of adventure and mischief. Scandal clings to Alysanne like a second skin. Stories of her exploits ripple through the Riverlands: a duel with a knight who insulted her family’s honor (and her rumored victory), or the time she disguised herself in a man’s armor to fight in a skirmish against the Brackens. Some whisper that the fierce spirit of the Old Gods burns in her blood, a legacy of her storied ancestry. Whether these tales are fact or legend, Alysanne wears them with pride, daring anyone to challenge her.Her closest companion has always been Lady Sabitha Frey, a bond so deep and intense it has sparked whispers of something more. To the world, theirs is the friendship of two women reluctant to let go of their girlhood, but those who know them well see the truth: love. In a society ruled by duty, where marriage and heirs outweigh personal happiness, their bond has always been precious as it was fleeting. The demands of their houses eventually drove them apart, leaving their hearts behind as casualties of duty. But fate brought Alysanne back to Lady Sabitha's side, this time as her secretary. From the maids to Lord Frey himself, no one can deny that the two women orbit each other, their connection impossible to ignore. Old love and new rumors swirl around them, each glance and word threatening to unravel the carefully constructed lives they lead. Black Aly is a force of nature: fierce, untamed, and unafraid. The question is not whether she will bend to the world’s expectations—but whether the world can withstand her. Suggested faceclaim: Marina Moschen in Deus Salve O Rei

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Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Pt. 1 leadup to Jacaela wedding

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Jeyne sat in the main hall of the Eyrie, it was quiet and cold. A deliberate setup on her part, she wanted the atmosphere to be just right as she made her announcement. The prince Jacaerys and princess Baela were to be wed soon; she would not be missing out on the festivities. It had been too long since she’d seen her family and longer still since she had been at court. Jeyne was dying to know what was really happening there, to get a sense of the city’s atmosphere. As such, she needed to name someone to rule in her stead.

The logical option was her cousin, Ser Joffrey. He was perfectly capable and more than qualified to rule in her absence. However, the man was insistent that he not be left behind. She’d left him in charge when she had made her way to the Queen’s coronation. And she could understand his jealousy, the capital was splendid with all of the talented Targaryen women organizing things. So reluctantly, she had written him off as a possible option. She knew there were those who were salivating at the chance to seat up here and gaze down at the Vale beneath them. To feel the warmth of power that washed over one as the moon doors creaked open, the wind rushing up to steal your balance as you gazed down, down, down.

No, it would never do to have anyone who genuinely craved the power and prestige of the seat sit it in her absence. It would only cause her more problems down the line and Jeyne had enough problems. She just wanted to have a nice, smooth journey to King’s Landing. Then she wanted to relax and enjoy herself. She didn’t want to worry about another idiotic coup attempt while she was gone. Jessamyn was coming with her along with a gaggle of young ladies and Jeyne was determined that it be a time of joy and wonder for all of them. There was only so much warmth she could bring up to the Vale. It would be splendid to spend a moment basking in the glow of the red keep. It would be buzzing with life, exploding with grandeur. Just the place to be for anyone who knows anything about parties and Jeyne was an expert in them.

So she sat stone faced and still, her back stiff and straight. She wore a cream gown and the shorter sleeves caused gooseflesh to raise on her arms. She’d ordered the moon doors be thrown open for this announcement. All of the lord and ladies of the Vale were gathered below her, anxiously throwing glances towards the open pit. She fought back a smirk at the pale faces. It was showtime after all.

“I’ve called you all here because I’ve decided who is to rule in my absence.”

She paused and gazed around the room at them. The tall white pillars of the room made them all look tiny in comparison.

“Anyone wishing to lodge a complaint can throw it in the suggestion box.” She then gestured towards the moon doors.

“Right.” She smiled at them. “Let’s get on with it. I have decided that the lady Amanda will rule in my stead.”

A harrumph of protest went up around the room, muted but still there. Jeyne raised an eyebrow and subtly signaled to her guard to push the crowd forward. Ser Joffrey was nearly beside himself with laughter at the panicked expressions but the crowd did fall silent.

“I know what you’re thinking, but the suggestion box is there for a reason! Really, if you have an issue-“ she tilted her head towards the doors, clicking her tongue. Indicating where they should voice those suggestions.

It was then the Redfort woman stood and made her way to the doors, standing just mere feet away as she bellowed down below. “Can we get a fucking fire going?”

Jeyne watched in amusement as the crowd parted to allow the lady to step back. Clapping her hands together she ordered the doors closed and a fire lit.

“Now, does anyone else have anything to say?”

She could see ser Arnold slipping out of the back of the hall. She knew he was fuming but when she cut her eyes to his son, she saw Eldric was enjoying her theatrics. She mentally shrugged, rather the son anyway. He was much better company. She saw various lords eyeing each other up as if mentally conversing about their lady liege who’d lost it all. Jeyne sat giddy in her seat, it was time to pack.

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Lady-Paramount of The Vale, She/Her, Keira Knightly - @jeynearrynvale

Welcome, Lady-Paramount Jeyne of House Arryn! We're delighted to see she has arrived safely on her journey to King's Landing. Around the court the two and thirty year old has been praised as confident, perceptive, and charming but some have whispered she is also vindictive, antagonistic, and judgmental. Upon her arrival, it is clear she is a strong and steadfast supporter of the reign of Westeros' first Ruling-Queen and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on House Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra, and the future of Westeros, her true allegiance will always be to herself, and the women of the realm and most importantly, her seat as the Ruling-Lady of the Vale.

Sade, 25, she/her, PST, triggers: depictions of SA

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A Desperate Need

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Starter thread for @teoragrafton

After writing a letter to Rhaenyra, Jeyne’s mind turned back towards the Graftons. She felt they had talked ad nauseam about the raiding mountain clans. Their continued presence was keeping her from getting a good night’s rest. But she was thinking of the young Lady Teora Grafton, who was in King's Landing. Jeyne had been writing to the current lord of Gulltown, Willum Grafton. An intelligent man who ran the port well. The two of them had been working closely with his heir, Robert to try and end this conflict. But so far there has been no such luck. It was beyond frustrating and began to make her life much harder than it needed to be. She wanted a fresh perspective on the issue. And who better than Lady Teora? Jeyne had heard that the lady was very strategy minded and loved a challenge. She hoped those whispers had been right.

The problem they were facing was the mountain clans kept surrounding and cutting Gulltown off from the rest of the Vale. They would block the port so no one could enter the channel. They could manage to break that with relative ease as Jeyne always kept ships about her. But on land they struggled to cut the clans off when they invaded off the coast of Old Anchor and from the east, coming out of the bay. There was a narrow gap separating the Redfort from Gulltown and the mountain men would form a wall, effectively cutting Gulltown off on three sides. Nothing they had tried worked. They would break the land wall eventually and they would scatter. But they were only biding their time until they could cause a disruption again.

Jeyne pulled a fresh sheet of parchment out and began writing to the Lady.

Greeting Lady Teora,

It may seem strange to be receiving this letter out of the blue. Usually I would have more decorum but given the circumstances I hope you will forgive my forwardness. I don’t know how much your family has told you about the situation in Gulltown but it is more dire. The mountain clans persist in cutting the port off from the Vale. We have tried it all, land and naval attacks but nothing seems to break their spirit. They leave when their numbers are smashed and return to wreak havoc when they can. I have heard whispers that you have quite the keen mind for strategy and a thirst for an opportunity to put it to use. I will give you any and all information regarding the issue if you find you are up to the challenge.

Lady Paramount of The Vale of Arryn, Jenye.

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Thread for @black-queen-rising

Jeyne awakened to the sound of the wind whipping against the stone outside her window. The winds in the Vale blew constantly like breath through a flute, a lullaby of soft sounds caressing her as she woke. She was often awake during the nights lately, unable to steady her mind long enough to relax. The mountain clans were stirring in the east, bothering Gulltown. As one of the most important ports in the Vale, she was in regular contact with House Grafton on the issue. Ser Joffrey had his hands full at the moment ensuring the high road was safe and passable. Usually she’d use this time to craft letters to head of house Grafton but tonight she was thinking of another port city. Rising from her bed she decided to write a different letter. Sitting at the table in her room, full of books and future plans, she began to write.

Dearest Rhaenyra,

My beautiful cousin, it has been too long since I’ve seen your face. And no, your coronation does not count. Official business never counts and you know this. But since we’re on the subject, how is that council treating you? I know you’re in great hands with Maester Gerardys but if you find you need more assistance of a like mind���. You know where to find me. I hope you are keeping yourself well, but I’m not worried. I’ve seen your squad of supportive helpers. Tell me you’ll send Princess Baela and Prince Jacaerys soon. It’s not nice to keep your poor sequestered cousin away from her baby cousins. Though I understand if you can’t spare them, I’m not picky. The invitation is open and long standing to all my baby cousins. I want to hear your voice, sweet cousin, but I will settle for a word from our busy and beautiful Queen.

Lovingly, Jeyne.

Jeyne took a moment to read over the letter before she sealed it with wax. She hoped Rhaenyra was actually feeling well and doing alright. She knew how men in power would try to steamroll over her and it made her blood boil just to imagine. She had real faith in the queen in bringing about positive change for the realm and for women. She would not see the haughty men in King’s Landing trying to diminish that potential. Sitting there listening to wind against the castle walls, Jeyne decided she would start checking in on her family a bit more.

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“I know, let’s host a tourney. Plenty of eligible suitors will show up! If you don’t find one this time, well I could always host a ball next.”

“Do tell me more, I love to hear men embarrassing themselves. Please, continue.”

“Show me the issue. It cannot be so difficult that I would be unable to fix it. I shall see an end to this mess.”

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Lady Jeyne Arryn is regarded by most as a very perceptive woman. Always listening and analyzing people, she loves to figure people out. It doesn’t hurt that she’s confident and charming, using her skills of observation to win others over. Lady Jeyne can often be found hosting various events in the Vale, choosing to keep her castle bursting full of life. She is known to keep a rotation of favorites with her as she runs her daily operations. Though some whisper behind her back and call her a hater of men; Jeyne has a strong respect for her cousin and Knight of the Gate, ser Joffrey. Anyone hoping to gain her favor must know it won’t come easily but once gained it’s there for life. Constantly being questioned as a woman and head of her house, Jeyne is rather adept at keeping a neutral tone and expression under duress. In addition to her cool head she is known for dispensing justice in a fair manner.

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There are rumors that Lady Jeyne has bribed Queen Rhaenyra. It’s said that the Lady of the Vale prefers the fairer sex in the sheets. Some say the lady provides the crown with an advisory role in exchange for allowing her to stay unmarried. Jeyne is not afraid to discuss this subject and will address it directly if hinted at. “Show me a man worth having and I’ll show you a wedding dress.”

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Jeyne is supportive of her cousin and present Queen of Westeros, Rhaenyra. The lady of the vale has a deep compassion and joy for all women but especially those of her family. Spending most of her childhood alone in the cold mountains, Jeyne is always happy to host Targaryen princesses and princes when they are passing through the Vale. In the times she is called to court, Jeyne is always excited to reunite with her cousin.