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innervisicns​:

the only reason she’s so much as willing to walk the grounds at the risk of everyone staring her way is the four year old currently clutching her hand. if she’d had it her way, she would have much rather have kept her young daughter hidden away, that current dear of anything happening ruling her. but alys has been restless since birth, resembling roselia in such a way, and she knows that keeping the young girl in a room all day would only lead to tantrums and another sleepless night.

it’s only when she spots ne of her cousins that she pauses, happy to have finally come across someone that doesn’t scowl in her direction, and likely feels just as much tension as she does. leaning down to her daughter, she makes sure that her features relay none of the worry she holds. “how about you pick me a few flowers from that bed just there while i talk to my cousin meda, hm? just don’t stray from there.” a kiss is pressed to the girls cheek and she watches her even as she tries not to startle meda too badly. “yes, well, i’m in no mood either and people are less likely to speak to us if we’re together.”

Her scowl softens to a smile immediately upon realizing who she’s come across. “Rose,” she says fondly as she turns to her cousin, relieved that it’s a friend and not a foe that she’s run into. “Forgive me, I didn’t realize it was you.” Her eyes dart over to little Alys, currently perusing the flowers in a nearby bed, and she smiles. “It’s been far too long. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances. Other than the obvious, how are you? How are the children?” She tilts her head at the little girl just out of earshot and says, “I imagine they’re growing tired of being cooped up.”

She takes a seat on a nearby bench and motions for Rose to do the same, close enough to Alys that they can observe her picking flowers unhindered. “I feel as though I’m going mad trapped here,” she confesses quietly. “I’m worried about what will happen if the Tyrell’s decide to put the blame on us for the raids. If it comes to a fight, there will be too much bloodshed, with so many guards loyal to the different families.” She looks at Rose’s little daughter and feels sick to her stomach. “We can’t let it come to that, but I have no idea how we stop it.”

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lordcommanderbaratheon​:

Right now, all of Highgarden is on lockdown and the Great Houses that had hoped to make their way home after the festivities to celebrate the newborn Tyrell had been put on hold. The Reach was reacting to the evenings tragedy and now everyone was pointing fingers read to blame the other and take sides. Funny how fast the tables turn. It’s early morning, House Tyrell soldiers and guards standing their posts. The Lord Commander had been getting updates from the different sentry when he had spotted her on the grounds. He recognizes the Stark princess walking on her own. It’s probably not his business at the moment, Steffon could easily ask another to keep watch over her and yet he followed her.

It’s warn and humid already in the morning, its obviousthe lush greenary of the gardens enjoys the temperatures there. It’s colorful amnd everything you would exprect of House Tyrell. He doesn’t wish to surprise her, clears his through to her know he’s there. His presence is obviously not wanted, “I do understand, your highness, and if I could I would allow you on your way. However, given the circumstances, no one should be walking alone at the moment.”

She’s surprised when she turns to see the Lord Commander of the Tyrell’s Kingsguard standing before her, though she supposes she shouldn’t be. Their whole House is under suspicion, and she should’ve expected that they’d want to keep an eye on her, even if nominally she’s free to roam around as she pleases. Her eyes narrow on the older man, this Baratheon sworn to House Tyrell. A curiosity to be sure, as the Ruling Lord of Storm’s End’s feelings towards the ruling House of Westeros are no secret. He presents a puzzle, and under normal circumstances her curiosity would get the better of her, but she has more pressing issues to attend to at the moment. 

She raises an eyebrow and lets out a mocking, bitter laugh. “I see. And tell me, Lord Commander, is this extra surveillance meant to ensure my safety, or my cooperation? Or perhaps you’re worried that I’ll sneak into the Tyrell’s chambers and smother them all in their sleep.” She snorts. “Do you really think that if we’d had anything to do with the raids on these lands that we would’ve been so stupid as to display our sigils while our Royal Family was being hosted in your capital? I’m not sure if I’m more offended at the slight to our honor or our intelligence.”

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rcgals​:

                  restless  digits  tap  tirelessly  ,�� creating  a  steady  rhythmic  beat  against  the  arm  of  her  chair  .  dark  hues  hold  a  steady  ,  almost  lifeless  gaze  ,  upon  the  fire  that  burns  before  her  ,  an  uncomfortable  reminder  of  such  bitter  states  of  affair  that  they’ve  found  themselves  in  .  while  roslin  maintains  her  composure  ,  albeit  a  cold  one  ,  she  does  not  witness  her  younger  sister  do  the  same  .  it’s  entirely  unnerving  ,  to  see  meda  so  truly  shaken  to  her  core  that  rationality  abandons  her  . 

❝     and  yet  ,  it  appears  they  can  …   ❞   words  are  spoken  bitterly  as  she  turns  to  the  female  ,  ❝     but  fleeing  would  only  further  convince  others  of  our  apparent  guilt  .  our  pride  would  not  allow  us  to  run  while  these  southerners  drag  our  name  through  the  dirt  .     ❞  roslin  had  no  answers  to  the  others  desperate  questions  ,  as  the  same  thoughts  progressed  endlessly  through  her  own  mind  in  a  desperate  attempt  to  make  sense  of  such  ludacris  events  .  unfortunately  ,  roslin  could  see  no  pleasant  outcome  from  it  .   ❝     ―  we  must  prepare  ourselves  for  the  worst  ,  meda  .     ❞  her  words  give  little  reassurance  ,  &  so  she  attempts  to  do  so  with  a  simple  gesture  ,  a  hand  reaching  across  to  rest  gently  upon  her  sisters  .

Roslin is right. Roslin is usually right, Meda has found over the years. They are alike in many ways, her sister and herself, the same pride, the same loyalty, the same sense of love and duty to the family found in both of them. But where Roslin rarely, if ever, loses her composure, Meda has a few buttons that when pressed can cause her to lose her grip on herself, and an accusation like this to her House, coupled with a threat to her people, is enough to do it. “I know,” she replies on a sigh. “I know we wouldn’t leave, even if we were allowed to. Still, I would like at least the illusion of a choice.” The slight to their sovereignty will not be easily forgiven. 

We must prepare ourselves for the worst, Meda. Her blood runs cold. Where before she had been overly warm, now she feels a sudden chill. Her momentary panic is broken through by Roslin’s hand on her own, and she grabs it to steady and center herself. “If it does come to war, we can’t stay here,” she says, the logical part of her brain kicking into gear and her face hardening. “We’ll be hostages at best, martyrs at worst. Or we’ll be used as leverage to negotiate with any lords remaining in the North, and we can’t let that happen. We’ve sacrificed too much for our people’s freedom to let it fall apart now.” She turns to stare at Roslin. “We need a plan to get out of here, and we need it soon. Our bannermen and the Arryn’s as well. We must speak with Benjen, and Zirq too. After we do that, we can work on getting everyone else together. Just in case.” 

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fcrgcttenrider​:

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The first thing Zirq did once the lockdown had been ordered was put himself between the Starks and any guard of Highgarden. The house he was sworn to protect agreed to follow the lockdown order, but that didn’t mean he was going to let them be seen being escorted by men who were not from the north.

Ever since he’s been splitting his time with each of Lord Stark’s children, not only making sure they were not being hassled but to also check in on how they handling the sudden news of what transpired.

The youngest Stark was known for her stubborness, but Zirq knew it was mostly reserved for strangers and people she believed to be enemies of her family. He takes no insult to her sharp words, shrugging his shoulders. “I do not mind the silence,” He tells her, having no intentions of leaving just yet. “I sometimes prefer the peace it brings.” He had a feeling peace was something they were all going to feel in small doses, if at all, in the coming weeks.

Her face softens immediately at the sound of the familiar voice, and this time she does turn around, wincing apologetically. “Forgive me, Zirq,” she says, forcing a smile. “I didn’t know it was you.” She sighs. “I’m afraid I’m in a terrible temper today, but that’s no fault of yours. I have a feeling you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so I’ll do my best to be pleasant, I promise.” She does smile genuinely then, relieved to be in the company of another one of her kinsmen, as dire as the situation might be. “I suppose you’re here to keep an eye on the Tyrell guards as well as myself?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. 

She lets out a mournful sigh. “Ah, peace.” She shakes her head. “I fear peace is something we’re going to run out of, sooner rather than later.” She’s been contemplating the situation ever since the accusations had been made, and she still can’t come up with a reasonable way to prove their innocence. And it may be her pride talking, but has a feeling that if she can’t figure out a solution, then there may not be one. 

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closed starter for @theyrule​ ( sansa )

Meda was looking out over more godsdamn flowers, stewing in her fury, when she caught sight of another woman approaching. She prepared herself for a confrontation, thinking that it might be one of the Southern nobles who had been so generous with their accusations, but she relaxed slightly when she realized it was Sansa Cerwyn. House Cerwyn had always been fiercely loyal to House Stark, so it was no wonder that they were also implicated in this ridiculous situation. 

“Lady Sansa,” she greeted, as warmly as she could muster. Her mood had been black all day, so she feared she was doing a poor job of it, but she had hope Sansa would understand. They were all on edge today, it seemed. “I hope the Tyrell guard hasn’t been bothering you too much. You must let me know if that’s the case. I’ll see to it that they disturb you no more.” Truthfully, she wasn’t entirely sure she could promise such a thing, wasn’t sure how much weight her demands carried anymore, but it felt good to pretend, if only for a moment. 

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closed starter for @crownds​ ( serra )

When Meda turns the corner into an open courtyard and catches sight of the Tyrell Queen, she almost turns around and retreats in the other direction. She’s in no mood to play nice today, not when the insult of the other Houses’ accusations is still so fresh. But running would be the cowardly thing to do, and she is a Princess of the North and a Stark of Winterfell, and she has never once in her life been called a coward. So, instead, she plasters on as pleasant of an expression as she can muster and makes her way over to the other woman. 

“Your Grace,” she says, and if her curtesy is not quite as low as it should be, she doesn’t much care. This is not her Queen, after all. “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” she says, playing the part of the dutiful and deferential Princess well, she thinks, considering the circumstances. “I just wanted to express my condolences on the horrible losses your people have suffered during these raids.” And she does mean this part; her first reaction when hearing the news had been outrage not on her own behalf, but on behalf of the lives lost in such a senseless display of violence. She focuses on that now, rather than her wounded pride, and it makes some of the tension in her shoulders release. “I hope that the perpetrators are found and that justice is done swiftly. I know what it’s like to grieve and fear for your people, Your Grace, and I want you to know that the North mourns with you.”

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closed starter for @innervisicns​ ( selira )

As soon as the Lady from Karhold was announced, Meda rushed to the doorway to pull her friend into her chambers. “Thank the gods it’s you,” she said, pulling Selira into a hug as she let some of the tension drain away from her shoulders. “If I had to answer one more idiotic question from the Tyrell guards, I was going to lob something at their heads.” She frowned darkly as she pulled away and asked, “Have they questioned you yet?”

Digging her nails into her palms, she began to pace the length of the room, thinking aloud. “Do you know what this reminds me of? The War of the Five Kings,” she said, knowing Selira of all people would recognize the similarities. “All this tension and accusations being thrown around, it’s exactly like it was back then, just before the fighting broke out.” Realizing with a start that she might be frightening her rather sweet and innocent friend, she rushed to clarify. “Not that I think that it will come to that,” she said, not entirely certain if she was lying or not. “It’s just...I feel so useless here, cooped up without any more information. I can’t fix anything like this.” Sighing, she slumped down in a chair and rubbed her temples. Forcing a brittle smile, she asked. “At least we got one night of celebration before everything went to the seven hells. Did you at least enjoy yourself at the masquerade?”

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closed starter for @ofloyaltiesxhearts​ ( valerie )

As soon as she’d heard the accusations, Meda had made a beeline straight for her mother’s chambers, not even waiting to be announced before she threw open the doors and stalked into the room, finding the Northern Queen seated at a small table in front of the hearth. Quickly shutting the doors behind her and making sure that the only person lingering in the hallway was a guard loyal to House Stark, she whirled on her mother and demanded, “Have you heard what we’ve been accused of? And now they’re demanding an investigation and enforcing a lockdown of the capital. Demanding! As if we’re not a sovereign kingdom in our own right!” 

If she were thinking logically, she knew she’s probably be calling for the same had such a thing happened in her own Kingdom, but these accusations had been an insult to her pride, and the pride of her House, and that had always been a sure-fire way to get Meda to take leave of her rationality. Pacing, she continued, “And now all the Great Houses are at each other’s throats. The Greyjoy’s, the Baratheon’s, the Tyrell’s, the Lannister’s. Only Dorne and the Riverlands have managed to avoid suspicion, and now they’re insulted at being forced to stay here without any evidence of wrongdoing! It’s a nightmare, Mother, it’s like a hundred jars of wildfire ready to ignite. And the worst part is, I can’t come up with a single explanation as to what our banners were doing there in the first place.” The fire draining out of her as the reality of the situation hit her, she slumped in a chair across from her mother and sighed. “What are we going to do?” She hadn’t asked such a question since she was a child, too independent and sure of herself to want to rely on anyone else for answers, not even her own family. Most of the time, she was the one coming up with the solutions, or at least helping to. Now, for the first time in years, she felt like a scared little girl who just needed her mother to tell her that everything was going to be alright.

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closed starter for @crownsglory​ ( luciya )

Meda had been pacing the length of one of the verandas in the many gardens, trying not to expose too much how uncomfortable the hear was making her. It was far too hot to be kept cooped up inside, but outside seemed hardly much better. Arms crossed over her chest, she was rolling the situation over in her mind for the hundredth time, still not coming up with any practical solutions, when she realized she was not alone. 

“Lady Luciya,” she said in surprise, expecting a Tyrell guard or perhaps one of her own. “Forgive me, I was caught up in my own head and didn’t notice you. How are you?” In truth, she didn’t entirely trust this betrothed of her brother’s, knowing her to be Southern-born and a native of the Reach at that. She was an outsider still, but would be family soon enough, and so Meda resolved to try to extend her kindness to the other woman. She couldn’t imagine what she’d do if they’d sent her so far away from WInterfell. The thought made her feel physically ill. “It must be a joy to be back here, after so long away. I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances.” And she meant it, too, as her distrust did not always negate her compassion. “Did you spend much time at Highgarden in your youth?” she asked her soon-to-be-sister curiously.

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open starter @crownstarter​

She’s been given permission to roam the grounds of Highgarden at least. She’s not sure if this is a luxury extended to all of the Tyrell’s guests or if special permissions have been given for the Northern Kingdom’s royal family. She doesn’t much care. All she knows is that she has to get out of her chambers or she’ll lose what little grasp on her temper she has left. 

It’s early morning, and not many people are about; those that she’s seen so far have all been wearing the sigil of House Tyrell. She’d hoped that the fresh air would give her a chance to think, to try and make sense of the disastrous conundrum that the whole of Westeros has been left with, but the air is muggy and humid, and she feels weighed down by it. She longs for the crisp, cold air of Winterfell. She’s thinking about the comfort of her own fur-lined bed when she hears a throat clear behind her. 

She doesn’t bother turning around. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not particularly in the mood for conversation at the moment. Say your piece and leave me be.”

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closed starter for @rcgals​ ( roslin )

Meda paced back and forth the length of her chambers in agitation, only barely stopping herself from picking up a piece of fruit from the platter on the table and throwing it. She wasn't usually ruled by her temper, but in cases where her pride was wounded, all her typically self-control and rationality seemed to fly out the window. Worse still, it had been her House and Kingdom who had bared the insults and accusations. “This is an outrage!” she seethed to her sister, seated in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Not that there was much need of one in this hellish climate. “We are a free and independent kingdom; they can’t think to keep us here like some sort of vassal!” 

With a sigh of frustration, she sank down in the chair across from Roslin and stared hard at the hearth. “It doesn’t make sense,” she said forlornly. “Why would our banners be there? Why would the Arryn’s? I don’t understand.” The bitterness was evident in her words. If there was one thing Meda prided herself on besides her House, it was her mind, and at the moment she felt as though she were trying to put together a puzzle with several essential pieces missing. She was usually ten steps ahead in any mental game of chess, and now she felt left in the dust. Turning worried blue eyes on Roslin, she admitted, “I don’t know how to fix this, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next, and I hate it!”

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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.

[windsandwinter]

GAME   OF   THRONES   /   THE   WOLF   AND   THE   LION  .

“   sometimes ,   i   worry   you’re   too   smart   for   your   own   good  .   ” “   anyone   with   a   few   coppers   in   his   pocket   can   own   you   for   the   night  .   ” “   i   don’t   want   to   pay   for   it  .   ” “   come   on  .   i’m   not   going   to   hurt   you  .   ” “   some   doors   close   forever  .   others   open   in   the   most   unexpected   places  .   ” “   if   the   wrong   ears   heard   what   i’m   about   to   tell   you ,   off   comes   my   head  .   ” “   there   are   things   you   must   know  .   ” “   i   didn’t   trust   you  .   ” “   so   why   do   you   trust   me   now  ?   ”    the   wolf   and   the   lion   shall   be   at   each   other’s   throats  .   ” “   you   know   how   those   savages   are  …   ” “   you   do   move   quietly  .   ” “   you   look   a   bit   lonely   today  .   ” “   i   think   you’re   mistaking   business   with   pleasure  .   ” “   all   those   little   birds   that   whisper   in   your   ear    ——    such   pretty   little   things  .   ” “   all   desires   are   valid   for   the   man   with   the   full   purse  .   ” “   but   enough   about   me ;   how   have   you   been   since   we   last   saw   each   other  ?   ” “   we’re   friends ,   aren’t   we  ?   i’d   like   to   think   that   we   are  .   ” “   off   with   you  .   no   begging  .   ” “   i’m   not   a   beggar ,   i   live   here  .   ” “   d’you   want   a   smack   on   your   ear   to   help   you   with   your   hearing  ?   ” “   you   want   your   father  ?   he’s   lying   on   the   floor   of   some   tavern ,   getting   pissed   on   by   his   friends  .   ” “   if   you   lay   a   hand   on   me ,   my   father   shall   have   your   head   on   a   spike  .   ” “   you   promised   me   this   would   stop  !   ” “   they   said   they   were   going   to   kill   you  .   ” “   what   were   you   doing   in   the   dungeons  ?!   ” “   i’m   a   girl  !   ” “   there   was   no   time   to   send   word  .   ” “   you   are   my   prisoner  .   ” “   i   rather   like   you  .   ” “   you’re   speaking   of   murdering   a   child  !   ” “   i   warned   you   this   would   happen ,   but   you   didn’t   care   to   hear  .   ” “   i   want   them   dead  .   ” “   you   will   dishonour   yourself   forever   if   you   do   this  .   ” “   do   you   think   that   it’s   honour   keeping   the   peace  ?   no  .   it   is   fear ,   fear   and   blood  .   ” “   i’ll   have   no   part   in   it  .   ” “   out  .   out ,   damn   you ,   i’m   done   with   you  !   ” “   I’LL   HAVE   YOUR   HEAD   ON   A   SPIKE  !   ” “   it’s   just   blood  .   we’ve   all   got   it   in   us  .   now ,   look   at   it  .   ” “   where   is   it   written   that   power   is   the   sole   province   of   the   worst  ?   ” “   are   thrones   only   made   for   the   hated   and   the   feared  ?   ” “   you   would   be   a   wonderful   king  .   ” “   i’m   glad   i   could   do   something   to   make   you   happy  .   ” “   don’t   you   get   tired  ?   ” “   how   long   can   hate   hold   a   thing   together  ?   ” “   you   want   to   know   the   horrible   truth  ?   ” “   i   felt   something   for   you   once ,   you   know  .   ” “   i’m   overcome   with   fatherly   love  .   ” “   get   back   inside  .   where   it’s   safe  .   ”

[windsandwinter]

( kaya scodelario,  24,  cis woman,  she/her) it looks like MEDA STARK , the PRINCESS of THE NORTH is prepared to play the game of thrones . you know , their CLEVER & LOYAL side might help them along the way , but their PROUD & ALOOF qualities won’t do them any favours . a little bird told me that they’re currently AGAINST the tyrell rule and that their loyalties lie with HOUSE STARK, HOUSE ARRYN, and HOUSE GRAFTON .  hm , interesting . that same little birdy also told tales of eyes pale blue and cold as ice, maps and sigils strewn all over a table, a she-wolf circling her pack and baring her teeth to outsiders . will they win , or will they die ? ( hayley , 21, cst , she/her ) .

-Personal

full  name  : meda stark

official  title  : princess of the north

age  : twenty-four

gender  : cis  woman  .

pronouns  :  she  /  her.

orientation  :  heterosexual  .

allegiance  : house stark, house arryn, house grafton

positive traits : intelligent, cunning, loyal, compassionate, dutiful

negative traits :  proud, calculating, cold, stubborn, aloof

likes  : horseback riding, snowfall, cold weather, furs, politics, negotiating, her family, strategizing 

dislikes  : threats to her family, hot weather, being underestimated, being wrong

alignment  : neutral good

-Appearance

faceclaim  : kaya scodelario

eye  color  :  blue.

hair  color  :   dark brown, appears black.

dominant  hand  : right.

height  :  5′10″.

build  : athletic

-Relationships

father  :  king tbd stark 

mother  : queen valerie stark nee grafton

siblings :  prince heir robb stark (eldest brother), tbd older brother, princess roslin stark (elder sister)

birth  order  : youngest .

relationship  status  : single ( may change later )

other  relatives :  lady lilith arryn nee grafton  ( maternal aunt  ).  lord rickon arryn ( maternal uncle by marriage, deceased ), lady roselia royce nee arryn ( maternal cousin ), lady elisa arryn ( maternal cousin ), tbd arryn ( maternal cousin ), tbd arryn ( maternal cousin ), tbd stones (bastard cousins)

-Background

The youngest child and second daughter of the King and Queen in the North, Meda is used to being overlooked and underestimated by those other than her family.

She developed a bit of a complex about it when she was younger, but has since grown to appreciate the advantage it gives her..

The thing is, Meda is incredibly intelligent, especially when it comes to the politics and intricacies of the game of thrones, whether it’s battle strategy or whom to sit next to whom at a feast for honored guests. 

Her family knows her worth and value, but she often takes other people by surprise by how much she understands about the games nobles play. 

She plays things close to the chest for that reason, and can come across as quite cold and proud to those outside her friends and family, but with them she is incredibly warm and affectionate. She also has a strong sense of compassion and duty, wanting to do what’s best for her people, no matter the personal cost to herself.

Is incredibly protective of her family, and doesn’t trust outsiders easily, but once she takes you into her confidence, you’re there for life.

A Northerner through and through, she cares little for Southerner’s as a whole but can grow to like them as individuals. 

Pays very close attention to the politics of the South, lest they get any ideas about bringing the North back under their domain. 

Can be hard to read, as she’s always observing other people and calculating, but can be quite charming when she wants to, and can use the image people expect of her to get information they might not otherwise share if they knew her to be really paying attention and actually understanding what they’re talking about.

-Wanted Connections

Family members: Meda cares deeply for all of her family members and would gladly die for any of them. Give me these fierce, loving familial relationships, whether it’s with her parents and siblings or cousins and in-laws; just give me all of the family feels!

Betrothed: As a princess, she’s probably betrothed already, and the details of this can be worked out later, but I think it would be interesting to have someone who initially underestimates her and then grows to realize what a powerful potential ally she is. 

Friends: Maybe some handmaidens? Might put up a wanted connection for this, but I’d love some other people from the North who she trusts, who care about the kingdom as much as she does.

Anything and everything: Give me everything you’ve got; I adore all plots and am so excited to write with everyone!