#ft: jeyne westerling

[west1rosi]

Jeyne   waits   for   confirmation   that   he   is   giving   up   his   stubborn   quest   of   being   a   true   northern   man   and   think   he   can   do   it   all   without   the   proper   basic   needs   a   man   requires.   Stubborn   lot   they   are,   and   it   seems   as   their   king,   Robb   is   proving   himself   to   be   the   most   strong headed   of   them   all.   "Of   course.   I   am   your   wife.   Besides,   I   am   still   scared   of   your   mother."   A   gentle   jab   and   tease,   she   and   Catelyn   had   grown   fond   of   one   another   but   war   is   fickle   and   there is little   time   for   true   companionship.   She   made   due   with   her   sisters   providing   company   but   even   then,   she   preferred   to   be   there   to   level   head   him   from   misery.

  While   he   finally   takes   a   seat,   Jeyne   moves   to   kiss   him   once,   briefly   before   she   moves   to   get   the   food   and   everything   for   his   break.   No   need   for   servants   or   maids   in   the   war   camps   so   Jeyne   takes   it   up   on   herself,   placing   the   tray   with   everything   before   him.   "I   have   taken   it   upon   myself   to   make   sure   you   eat   everything   and   rest   properly.   And   that   is   an   order."   Jeyne   offers   a   smile,   a   tease   perhaps   for   him   to   light   up   after   a   hard   working   day.

The young King paused, scoffing a bit as he turns to look at her. Jeyne had a way of being as insistent as his mother could be, without causing him to be so annoyed by it. There was a reason of course, she'd stolen his heart. That was BOUND to soften the Young Wolf's heart right?

He turned to face her more fully when he felt her hand on his shoulder, letting out a bit of a huff before turning and wrapping his arms around her. War was NEVER simple. He knew that much. But he'd gone and made it all the more complicated by taking a wife in the middle of it all. He had to continue pressing forward, stopping would ruin EVERYTHING, but he was indeed feeling the pressure on his shoulders. "Alright," He conceited with a smile, moving to take a seat. "But you'll be joining me for the evening?"

[empathetixs]

PRIVATE. INDEPENDENT. MOSTLY CANON-DIVERGENT. MULTIMUSE. ft. muses from ASOIAF, history, and maybe more in the future, as loved by Kara. ( mixed. 30+, she/her )

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MARGAERY TYRELL. Primary, open to anyone. Formerly, herunfailingkindess.

JEYNE WESTERLING. Primary, open to anyone. Formerly, honourofwesterling.

HELAENA TARGARYEN. Primary. Open to anyone.

SANSA STARK. Primary, open to anyone.

WILLAS TYRELL. Primary, open to anyone.

ELINOR TYRELL. Secondary, open but selective.

DACEY MORMONT. Secondary, open but selective. Formerly armororadress

LEONETTE FOSSOWAY. Request only.

HENRIETTE d'ANGLETERRE (request only)

ELAENA GLENMORE (request only)

PERSEPHONE (request only)

MYRCELLA BARATHEON (request only)

JEYNE WESTERLING ( MAEGOR'S WIFE ) (request only)

[swcrnsword]

Protectiveness was woven into his very being and thus incredibly hard for the sworn sword to even fathom setting to one side. It perhaps had been kindled in him the moment that Merei had taken her first breath outside the womb to unleash a cry that had brought him running as though he was capable of helping the babe. It had only grown alongside her, then increasing twice over when Marna had entered his world and he had found himself with two sisters just as untameable as he to watch over and it was a task that he had taken up without a second thought.

Such instincts were hard to drown out when most of his moments were spent with stony eyes fixed on those around his King waiting for the slightest show of foul intent. ( after what had happened at the Frey wedding could anyone blame him for his wariness when even ‘allies’ were not to be trusted? ) They seemed to extend to almost anyone who he formed an attachment to, his fellow Northerners for one though he knew that the vast majority of them were more than capable of defending themselves. It was not a lack of faith in their abilities but rather an unwillingness to let them deal with unpleasantness that left him so quick to always intervene. 

Long strides carried him across the camp to the tent he knew he would find Jeyne in, head ducking to enter as he pushed aside fabric. The little healer was someone he had found himself unable to resist fondness developing with. Despite her lacking the Northern blood that usually ensured his friendship, he found her company reminiscent of hours spent with Marna - perhaps there was a Northerner to be made of her yet. Concern was always first and foremost from him, keen to ensure that she was being treated with the respect that was due. “I trust no one has been giving you any trouble?”

@jeyneofthewesterlings

[west1rosi]

@n0rthrnk1ng asked: ❛ my duty is to my people. ❜ - to jeyne

"i  am  aware,  robb.  i  am  your  people  too,  i  wear  your  colors  and  cloak,  do  i  not?"  she  is,  by  better  or  worst,  his  wife  now.  bound  in  name  and  in  the  eyes  of  the  old  gods.  "how  can  you  be  so  sure  the  freys  won't  seek  revenge.  .  .after  what  happened?"  after  the  betrothal  had  to  be  broken. 

jeyne  had  not  minded,  her  virtue  gone  in  a  night  of  comfort  in  the  middle  of  a  war  with  a  handsome,  charming  and  lonely  man  like  robb.  but  now  she  is  queen,  his  queen,  and  she  worries,  he  would  be  walking  into  a  trap.  "if  you  die,  who  is  going  to  protect  your  people?"

[shcbear]

@sseashell​

Dacey wondered: if you had enough money to buy a house in heaven, was gambling even fun anymore?  For her, the thought of winning enough money in twenty minutes to pay her rent for months, or lose just the same, was thrilling, exhilarating.  Loss and gains still had some meaning for her.  But if twenty thousand was merely a drop in the bucket to you, how could gambling be anything more than a vaguely entertaining way to pass the time?  “Who do you think is gonna win?  The guy with the gold cuffs, the other guy with the gold cuffs, or the one with the platinum ones?”  She asked her neighbor sarcastically.  Did it really even matter anyways?  They were probably all billionaires anyway.

[ironundcrneath]

sseashell​:

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jeyne had her dress pushed half way down her body and the top of her scrubs on when the nurse stuck her head in. rosaline was one of the better nurses jeyne had acquainted herself with in the last year and she knew enough about her to know that she was straight forward when it came to their jobs.  ‘ uh, yeah, can you give me a quick run down on what happened ? ’ 

she had an inkling suspicion but she needed to hear from someone impartial to it all, she needed cold facts. she’ll find out the culprits and the motivations afterward.  ‘ i was nearly home when i saw the ambulances, ’  she says, explaining her sudden appearance at the hospital,  ‘ i thought you could use an extra set of hands. ’ jeyne balled up the dress and shoved it into her locker, moving to stick her feet into her shoes, her heart beating loudly in her ears as she bends down.  

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The blonde’s thoughts were confirmed as Jeyne explained that she had, what sounded like, literally just missed all the violence.  Granted she hadn’t outright said that she was in attendance, but Rosaline found herself wondering if the doctor was like her, forced servitude to some syndicate, or if she was a willing member.  “I can only tell you what I know from what I’ve overheard as I’ve been stitching folks up.” She said with a small shrug and a look of chagrin on her face.  

“Lights went out, mercenaries streamed in, all out brawl ensued.  By the fact that there are more injuries than fatalities it seems like they had a...” She shivered at the thought “--Perhaps a list of people they were going after.  We have quite a few lacerations as knives seemed to be their weapons of choice, a couple of bullet wounds, although more grazes which is fairly lucky considering the whole ‘no lights thing’, and a few head traumas, generally with the mercenaries on the receiving end of guests fighting back with bottles, chairs, whatever they could find.”  she took a shaky breath, the idea that she could’ve been there, that her family if initiated could have also been there, rattling her a bit.  “--Most of the major traumas have already been admitted, at this point my guess is it’ll be people coming in with little things that were missed by Dr Waynwood who was running some sort of pop up med tent on the scene.”

[swcrnsword]

❝ And you would be unmarriageable? ❞

In another life he supposed that the little healer’s question would be met with a chuckle and mock offence in keeping with their usual good-natured and lighthearted interactions. But in this life - the one where he deemed himself far too bloodstained and war torn to ever be worthy of holding anything delicate or pure - her question was only met with a stoic silence from the Northern warrior when the question was one that had weighed on his mind when his one mortality stared him in the face every time he followed his King into battle.

( of all the sacrifices he was prepared to make for Robb - his life included - and all of them given so freely he found himself wondering why he laboured on this one so much )

Most people would be left with a silence as stony and cold as his flint grey gaze and though his mouth still presses together in a firm line for a few moments before jaw eventually loosens to allow low words to rumble out. “I will not make a widow out of anyone.” There’s a firmness to them that echoes his usual unmovable nature. Always steady. Always strong. Unshifting in loyalty and his morals. How was it far of him to ask anyone to reduce their prospects just so he could call himself a husband for however long he had left on this earth? There were always causalities in war and it seemed only realistic to him to consider the very real possibility that there would be a fight he would not return from. “Nor will I ask someone else to shoulder the effects of my sacrifices.”

[west1rosi]

"I   would   like   nothing   more   than   to   see   Winterfell."   She   had   heard   stories   of   such   place.   A   fortress,   a   palace   in   the   white   snow,   the   ice   dragon   tales   and   the   direwolves.   The   northern   folk   were   a   prideful   and   stubborn   group   but   they   hold   one   another   in   high   regard.   Robb   is   King   in   name   and   right   but   they   still   have   the   advice   of   others.   "I   do   not   wish   to   loose   you,   Robb.   I   been   feeling   ill   with   the   thought,   and   I   have   other   reasons   to   suspect   I'm   ill   as   well."  

Lady   Catelyn   had   told   her   of   the   possibility   but   she   was   still   on   time   for   her   moonblood.   But   perhaps   her   voice   could   help   guide   him   to   the   best   solution   at   hand.   "If   you   choose   to   march,   I   only   ask   you   return   to   me   safely,   and   made   whole."   She   could   deal   with   an   injured   man.   A   dead   man?   That   would   break   her. @fictalmultitude

Robb hadn't expected to fall in love with Jeyne. That had been the last of what he had expect. But fall in love he most certainly did. There was nobody else Robb saw, now that she had come into his life. His mother warned him of what it would mean, and now here he was, faced with the very consequences of said actions. He couldn't take back the night of passion, and he couldn't take back the decision to marry her. He'd never want to anyhow.

All of that had to be how she was able to pull at his heart strings, when he looked to her, and had been about to try and explain how he had to keep going. Not while Sansa was down there. She was right, no matter what, he was going to lose. On one hand, he could lose his honor, and be branded a coward, and on the other hand, he'd lose the beautiful light that had come into his life in the most unlikely of places.

When she placed her hand on his, his gaze went to their hands on the table, and he wrapped his own larger hand around hers, squeezing it gently. "I do miss home." He confessed, before looking up at her. "And I've dreamed about takin you there."

[west1rosi]

"That's   all   I   need,   Robb.   I   don't   want   to   be   queen   of   nothing   if   that   means   your   death."   There   is   also   no   assurance   that   the   rest   of   the   living   bannermen   would   come   to   her   aid   if   he   were   taken   down.   She   cannot   trust   this.   And   if   her   suspicious   are   right,   and   she   had   a   babe   in   her,   then   she   would   have   to   be   in   the   run,   afraid   that   the   Lannisters   would   find   out   and   imprison   her.   God   knows   what   else.   "I   don't   want   you   to   think   you   have   no   choice   in   this.   I   just   wish   you   were   safe."   Something   that   sometimes   it   cannot   be   all   days   and   all   nights.   He   was   a   king,   and   king   in   a   war   at   that.   He   had   many   enemies   as   much   as   he   had   friends.  

Her   hands   come   to   rest   on   his   shoulders,   fingers   dig   through   the   fur   of   his   coat   as   she   considers   her   words.   "Speak   to   your   bannermen.   Mention   my   suspicions.   And   then,   tell   me   what   was   the   consensus.   And   if   your   Lady   Mother   also   wishes   to   go,   then   I   will   do   as   she   say.   She   had   kept   you   safe   this   long."   And   Jeyne   trust   the   woman   despite   everything   else.   Their   relationship   might   had   been   rocky   due   to   Jeyne's   fast   attachment   to   Robb   but   they   were   family   now.

He had been about ready to assure her that it would all be alright, when she let the little piece of information he didn't know drop. Did she mean what she thought she meant by other reasons to suspect feeling ill. It didn't take much to conclude what he was sure she meant. She suspected she was with child? His child? It wasn't like it wasn't possible. They had been trying, but he hadn't thought she would suspect that by now, or perhaps it was wishful thinking that made her suspect such things.

Robb let out a huff, stepping closer to her so his arms could wrap around her in a reasurring hold, before letting his forehead light rest against hers. "I promise I'll come back to ye." He rolled his lips, this changed everything. He may not know before he left if they were with child or not. He didn't suspect any foul play, but he couldn't stand seeing Jeyne so worried. Perhaps he shouldn't go. "So you would have me return home then?" He asked before pulling back and looking at her, moving to hold her face in his hands. "You are my wife, Jeyne. I'll always listen to you if you worry before making a decision." His father and mother had been like that, the example he had been taught made a good marriage.

[west1rosi]

"If   you   die,   the   North   remains   unprotected."   The   north   would   be   her   home   too,   by   the   old   gods   and   the   new,   Jeyne   fears   for   the   uncertain   future.   She   hates   the   situation   they   were   put   through,   but   there   is   no   moment   to   regret   it   now.   "I   hate   thinking   of   it,   Robb,   I   do.   .   .but   there   is   so   much   to   lose   if   you   trust   them."   That   trust   could   lead   to   being   hurt,   and   dying.   The   reality   that   if   he   died,   who   would   be   there   to   protect   the   north?

  And   of   course,   the   potential   that   she   would   have   a   child,   be   born   in   the   middle   of   a   war.   "You   win   and   lose   in  either   scenario.   I   would   just   rather   prefer   have   the   safety   of   a   coward   than   the   bravery   of   a   dead   man."   In   the   end,   Jeyne   moves   closer,   her   hand   resting   atop   of   his   by   the   table,   and   breathe   out.   "I'm   sorry.   .   .you   must   do   what   you   feel   it's   right.   I   just   worry."

What would she had him do? Not meet with Walder, and cower back to the North for Tywin and Joffery to come looking for him? He knew the risk he had taken that night with her. He could claim it was an act of passion, but he could have made the choice he knew his mother would have wanted him to make. It was all said and done, none of it something he regretted. . .But it had placed them in a difficult position.

"I don't meet with Walder Frey, and we don't cross." He said plainly, looking at the table holding the map he had been looking over. "If I turn around, march us home, I forever fail the North and branded a coward." As much as Robb would like to deny, his honor, and his pride were major parts of himself, at times even a weakness.