the seven kingdoms // game of thrones // open

[undertheweather]

──────── willem tully ♆ lord of riverrun ♆ thirty five ♆ at riverrun ♆ tags; percy rivers

will made his way toward the castle. he was sure that his father was already waiting in the council chamber; the man was nothing if not strategic. the man was calculated to a fault. in fact, it seemed almost pointless for his sons to be joining him, when he had no doubt already made up his mind about how to address the situation. he had probably planned for this years ago. and there was no way anyone could change the mans mind once it was made up.

thankfully for willem, and for everyone else, his father had made him the acting lord of riverrun many years ago as a wedding present. in truth it was likely because that was around the time his mother fell ill, but either way, it was done. so, while will still relied upon his fathers council and listened to what he had to say, ultimately he was able to make his own decisions about the riverlands. the bitter old man may have been selfish and cold, but he had done one good thing by passing the torch to his eldest.

entering the chamber, will looked at the two men in the room. with both their heads bowed, an untrained eye could easily confuse the father and son for one another. it was true that the dark haired man took after his mother, not only in looks but in temperament as well. and while his half-brother may have taken after his own mother in spirit, his looks greatly mirrored their father. at times, he thought if percy had been legitimate, their father might actually have favored the fire-kissed brother.

the men lifted their heads when will took his seat amongst them. their father spoke first. "this development comes at a very inconvenient time for us. our house will undoubtably be pulled into a war," he said with an unceremonious huff. willem narrowed his eyes at his fathers words, before scanning his hazel eyes over the map in front of them. "whether we want to be involved or not doesn't matter. if a war is to come, we must decide on which side of the river our house stands," will replied.

men don't get to choose if or when they are called into battle, only on which side of the battlefield they will fight. for will, the choice was not too complex. frederick arryn had been their king. house tully had sworn fealty. his nephew, osric, was next in line for the throne. so, they were bound by duty and honor to support him. other houses might think harder about their position, but house tully's words, 'family, duty, honor;' they meant something. "osric arryn is no doubt already on his way to be crowned the new king. he will be calling upon us to join his forces, and I am compelled to answer that call," will continued, gaging his father's reaction.

he turned to percy, who always had something to say and rarely said a thing. despite everything, the two were closer than one might expect, and he respected the younger man's opinions. "what do you think, bother?" he questioned.

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master of coin // mentions: osric, lannisters, lyra // tags: kiyara

Edric pursed his lips as the master of whispers paced the smooth marble floor of the council chambers, as she spoke of the Iron Bank. She was insisting that the boy would be more malleable than Frederick, and of that, Edric could not argue. Osric Arryn was known to be impulsive, and that was a trait the master of coin was wary of. "The Iron Bank will be satisfied so long as an occasional lodgement goes to them." Yet he shook his head, folding his hands together as he looked to this woman of whispers. "The issue is that the lions will come out of their den to gobble the bird whole. Wars cost money, dear Kiyara, and the Arryn boy simply will not have the resources to match the Lannisters. Especially so long as that wretched woman sits by the Rock, lavish as a queen in all her Qartheen riches." It would be impossible for Osric Arryn to win a war when the Lannisters had so strategically built up their wealth, and it was no secret that the boy was betrothed to the wolf girl from the North. All Osric had was the Riverlands and the Vale, and perhaps a few scatterings of other houses too proud to break a vow of fealty. With the treasury as good as empty, the new king would be coming to his coronation to a crown of thorns rather than gold at this rate.

"The best we can do for now is throw the lions into turmoil, if we truly want to have Arryn on the throne - and believe me, he would be the easier dog to keep a leash on. Tobias Lannister has that Essos witch whispering in his ear constantly, no doubt. " The master of coin leaned forward in his seat and arched a careful eyebrow at Kiyara. "And if what you are implying is true, and it was in fact Osric Arryn who murdered the king, then we may be making a grave mistake in thinking that the boy will bend to our will. A kinslayer and a kingslayer - there could scarcely be a man more dangerous." Of course, there were more dangerous people, but none which the small council had to concern themselves with so much as a soon-to-be-crowned king. It seemed that there was no telling who had really done the deed. Edric had planned to kill the king himself after all and he could not for certain raise his hand and say the murder had been his doing.

He pondered on what to do. The logical choice was to back the party with the greatest wealth and there was no doubt that would be the Lannisters. But what was the best for the realm? At this moment, Edric wasn’t entirely sure. As reckless as Frederick Arryn has been this last while, he hadn’t always been so. Perhaps a fresh young bird flying to the nest was just what the kingdoms needed. He waited patiently for Kiyara’s reply as she paced, the soft shuffle of slippers on marble seeming to echo in the chamber.

[Dragonheart48]

( ➶ ) │𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.│xxxxxx❧
i. "jaelyn baratheon" ii. twenty-five iii. female iv. homosexual v. seeing renei v. loc: forest, storm's end vi. tag: renei lannister vii. 360

indentThe Lord of Storm's End smirked at Renei's teasing tone and took the invitation to enter her room closing the door behind her so no prying ears would listen to their conversation. The state of the room didn't look messy just lived in and it had hopefully served the lady inhabiting it well. When Renei mentioned the late king her expression became more neutral as not to betray her emotions. It wasn't because she wanted to hide things from her love it was just a force of habit from dealing with so many lords who's motives were less than certain.

She couldn't help the pang of sympathy that went through her when Renei mentioned her responsibility to her brother. Jaelyn knew the pressure to support her family she could feel. It used to be one of her biggest vices with her parents and she'd wanted to do anything to make them happy even if it didn't make her happy. "It's not awful of you, I think we've all wanted to be free of our duty at some point or other", Jaelyn said gently offering a small smile, "If it would make you feel better I could go with your brother. I have to discuss the alliances of the Stormlands anyway, and it would probably be easier in person than over an army of raven".

Her smile widened at the change in subject and how noticeably Renei perked up, "the hunt was fruitful thankfully, and the young buck had a lovely spread of horns so the man who made the kill was happy. They were kind enough to give me a portion of the meat so that should make a decent meal at a later date, I know the garrison will love the treat". It was no secret Jaelyn loved to hunt but it wasn't just the rush she got riding with the other hunters and the baying dogs. The best part of hunting was getting to see her people and here their thoughts outside of her quite intimidating keep. It made them bolder and more oft than not she'd get to hear the unfiltered thoughts and opinions of her subjects.

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i. "rhaenys velaryon" ii. twenty-seven iii. female iv. bisexual v. currently single vi. loc: driftmark vii. tag: eamon greyjoy vii. 312

indentRhaenys chuckled at the rumbling stomach of her guest muttering, "I'll take that as a yes", under her breath as she started up the hill. She grinned in a way that could be described as sharklike, "so that's it then, the Iron islands will be free from all this once again and I guess that'll one day make you a king". She knew the iron islands weren't alone in their wish for independence there had been rumors that Dorne and the North were considering independence as well. It was a curious predicament and now was as good a time as any for them to split away with chaos about engulf the realm.

She wondered if the nations would consider a pact to help one another. If all three kingdoms pledged their armies to each other should the new king choose to attack the houses of westeros would be much more reluctant to pledge their soldiers to attack. She almost laughed at the mention of the lannisters, "if the lion's only claim to the throne is that one of their ancestors sat the throne that will open the door for practically half the great house to declare they have a claim. Mine among them funny enough, though I could never stomach the thought of sitting on that iron chair".

The master of tides lead her guest up to her keep gesturing to some of the new things she'd picked up since she'd last seen him. Their brief walkabout ended at the council chamber which had a few refreshments such as wine, cheeses, and some dried meats on a platter. "While it's not a topic I like to discuss among friends, war is coming to our homes and to be honest Eamon you are likely to be my biggest threat in this", she said seriously though her tone wasn't without a hint of sadness.

( ♞ ) │𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝.│xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❧
i. "nymeria reed" ii. twenty-three iii. female iv. bisexual v. loc: ftbd vi. tag: tbd vii. wip

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[undertheweather]

──────── irri octavius-najah ✵ daughter of the khaleesi ✵ nine ✵ at casterly rock ✵ tags; vaera, tobias, mahil

irri couldn’t help but stick her nose up at the seemingly barbaric way that the westerners cared for their dead. the more vaera described it, the more uncomfortable the child became. how could people let the people they loved rot in the ground with bugs in their eyes and dirt in their stomach. it was terrible. but irri kept her mouth shut, not wanting to insult the woman in front of her. “it is good to have an understanding of these things so that you have a more open mind,” vaera finished. the dothraki girl thought it funny that woman with sun in her hair spoke of being open minded, because while she could be perceived as open, irri had never seen her not get her way. but maybe perceptions were all that really mattered in this strange world.

just as irri moved to ask a question about the ‘wildlings’ whose dead apparently ‘walked again,’ a disturbing thought, the lord of casterly rock walked into the room, mahil trailing dutifully behind. all the gold in the room was starting to make the dark-haired girl uneasy. she listened very closely as vaera spoke effortlessly to her nephew, trying to take in every ounce of the foreign dialect. if irri didn’t know any better, she would have thought that vaera already had this plan thought out before the kings death. she seemed to have every detail down.

when mahil’s mother told them to head to the stables, irri wasn’t going to protest. she missed the knaleesar and their horses, the feeling of riding one of the beautiful beasts. she wasn’t as natural on the steeds as her young sister, but she had trained diligently and was quite a skilled rider for her age. she made a small bowing gesture of her head to the older woman, and then to the lord, before hurrying out of the room. she couldn’t wait to go exploring.

[landogate]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxage. twenty-four xxxhouse. martell of dornexxxrole. prince of dornexxxlocation. dornexxxtags. ameria

── VORIAN'S brows raised when his sister mentioned the ironborn. "i know you want us to be free of them, but really, the ironborn? why would they help us. and what of mother? what would she think of going to pillagers and reavers?" his tone shifted from that of a calming, natural voice to a rushed hush as if nariel could hear through the walls. "if we're to claim independence we must do it ourselves." his opinion was arguably set in stone. picking his head up from it's position at the top of his spear, he dragged the blade again; they'd have to get someone in here to paint over vorian's careless maneuvers.

"WHAT if we weren't completely alone?" marriage was never vorian's personal thing, but if push came to shove he was at a suitable age to marry to another noble house of dorne, or even the southern parts of westeros. house dayne had always been loyal to house martell, and a marriage alliance could strengthen the two completely. "house dayne has always been important..." his demeanor had changed. he stood shoulders back, but eyes soft. "blackmont, allyrion, uller? surely they have lord-lings."

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxage. twenty-two xxxhouse. lannister of casterly rock xxxrole. lady of house lannisterxxxlocation. storms endxxxtags. jaelyn

── IF jaelyn returned to casterly rock with renei, the suspicions would be through the keep's roof. part of her felt it was easier in the stormlands, where she could be open with her lover. but renei didn't want her to feel it was necessary to accompany her every step of the way, she would have to learn to be an adult and become independent, and not to mention marry some lord tobias or vaera wanted her to. so perhaps she did find it easier in the stormlands.

HER face softened. "if you ventured with me back to casterly rock i fear he would seperate us." truthfully she didn't know her brothers opinion of same sex relationships, and part of her would be broken if he didn't accept the two. under guestright tobias could refuse jaelyn. granted, she'd be able to see tsunali, vaera and her mob of children, but part of renei didn't want to lose her storms end lover.

"ONE day i wish to accompany you whilst you ride. i wouldn't try to kill a beast though, it all seems too gruesome for me." she offered a smile. "the hunt doesn't seem a place for a lady." she giggled, knowing full well that the stereotype was proven wrong decades ago. women had prevailed in the seven kingdoms for centuries.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxage. twenty-four xxxhouse. tyrell of highgarden xxxrole. the lady of highgardenxxxlocation. highgardenxxxtags. cosette

── HER maester swallowed thickly and closed his book. "milady, i wouldn't be one to question your authority, but the targareyns are volatile and, -" he stumbled over his words, seeking for a decent answer. "the tyrells once upon a time married into house targaryen, would you have me betray my grandmother?" she seethed. she stood abruptly, her guards taking notice and opening the heavy doors for the tyrell woman. her hair bounced as she paced.

ON her way out, valetta was stopped by one of the noble women she hosted at highgarden. as the woman rose she recognized it
to be cosette oakheart of old oak. her small talk pleased her ears. "house tyrell will always be available for her vassals." her smile was small but toothy. "your father has always been arguably the most generous and loyal of the reach, your mother along with him." she paused, changing her stance so that it was more open, the aggression had left her shoulders and her brows unknotted themselves. she stepped forward down the enclosed hallway, holding an arm out to the other noble woman. "care to walk with me? i have need of a trustworthy opinion."

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lord of casterly rock // mentions: renei, jaelyn, lyra, tyrells, martells, rhaenys, daeron, targaryens, ironborn, etc // tags: irri, mihal + vaera [response included] > open

Toby smirked down at Mihal and ruffled his hair as he scampered from the room, followed promptly by the Dothraki girl that his aunt had taken as ward. He returned her nod respectfully and waited until the pair had fled the study to go to the stables. He turned his gaze to Vaera as he paced the room, hands in his pockets as he walked over to a map of Westeros on the wall. It should the nation top to bottom, from the Wall right down to the coasts of Dorne. "I already sent a letter to Renei asking her to come home, telling her that I had sent 15 men to escort her back to Casterly Rock. They will have left by now as well. I wrote to Jaelyn as well, thanking her for her hospitality, and that I hoped to meet her officially in future." The raven had gone only just this morning and he wasn't sure when they might expect the young lioness to return to the Rock, if she would return at all. His blue-green eyes trailed over the map, from Casterly Rock to Storm's End, where Renei was guest with Jaelyn Baratheon. Renei wrote somewhat frequently, Jaelyn never, so he had only his sister's written word to judge the young Baratheon woman. She seemed altogether pleasant, and treated Renei kindly, and that was all that mattered for Toby - so he had allowed his sister to remain there as long as duty did not bind her so tightly to the Westerlands. But now, duty called, and he only hoped that he hadn't left her too long in the Stormlands that she might forget where her duties truly lay.

"What of the Stark girl? You have had no letter in response to your last raven," Vaera stood from her seat by the desk and approached the map as well, watching Toby carefully. He could feel the weight of her gaze and the mounting pressure that was inevitable now that Frederick Arryn was dead.

"I sent the men North anyway," he replied, eyes trailing up from Storm's End to the Neck and beyond, to the vast expanse of the northern regions. His gaze fell on Winterfell. He had not been there in many, many years, since he was a boy and had never known a true winter. He scarcely remembered anything about the place, except for the ancient weirwood tree at the heart of their godswood. Those carved eyes had seen into his soul, of that he was certain. There was a strangeness about the old gods that intrigued him, but the Lannisters kept the new gods, so he never knew much about the significance of the heart trees. As he pulled himself from his thoughts, Toby looked to his aunt. "They should be at Winterfell any day now. I hope it doesn't come as an unpleasant shock to her. The raven may have lost its way in the summer snows." But Vaera only smirked, and shook her head, drawing a well-manicured finger up to tap on the great northern stronghold. As always, her words were easy and confident.

"Lyra Stark will not break her father's oath. She will ride south whether she wants to or not. If there is one thing about Starks, it is their honour - they would never, ever break a sworn oath. I have even greater confidence in that the oath was sworn by her father. She would not dishonour his memory by refusing to come south." And of course, Vaera was right. Toby had no doubt that Lyra would come south. But he also had no doubt that she would not be pleased with the situation. Although he did his best not to listen to rumors and chatter, everybody said that the young wolf girl of Winterfell poured her heart and soul into northern culture - the old gods, the Children of the Forest, even the Others, she knew their stories and breathed life into them. Not literally, of course, but everybody knew of Lyra's passion for all things Northern. She would not be happy to make the journey south to Casterly Rock, leaving behind all she held dear.

He sighed, and nodded. "I worry more about this war inevitable war, Vaera. Jaelyn Baratheon may call her banners, but it won't be for me, it will be for Renei's sake. The Starks may be honour-bound to aid us, but there is no guarantee. The Tyrells and the Martells have no love for us. In fact, the roses would sooner have a dragon on the throne again, if it were possible, and the Stokeworth boy would happily host the Targaryens in his own keep. The Martells and the Greyjoys will bid for independence, no doubt. The Tullys will back Osric Arryn. What of Rhaenys Velayron? She is almost as good a friend to Eamon Greyjoy as she is to you."

"If it comes to it, Rhaenys will back you. She is still grieving the loss of her father, but I do not doubt her. The Ironborn are reavers. The Greyjoy child is not his father. He is not as stupid, for one - but he is not so ruthless either. The Ironborn cause will be lost before it can even come to light. The Martells will do nothing so long as Nariel lives to keep a leash on those two wretched children of hers. The Tyrells and Stokeworth can wish on stars all they want, but the dragons will not return to Westeros. They do not have the support, or the resources, to fight a war against either you or young Arryn. Jaelyn Baratheon is the only one I doubt. Though her and Renei are friends, I am not convinced that she would put lives at stake for your cause." The two Lannisters looked to the map of Westeros, and glanced over to another map showing Essos. There was nothing to worry about in the east - three small dragons, not a threat in the slightest, and would be easily removed if necessary. "I have some more letters to write," Vaera announced, after a moment of silence. "We will speak on the morrow about supplies and begin to prepare the men. No doubt by tomorrow morning we'll have received an invitation to bend the knee to Osric Arryn. Best we prepare our letter of response." And with that, Toby was shooed from the study so that his aunt could continue her plotting in peace.

[undertheweather]

──────── benjen stark ❅ lord of winterfell ❅ twenty eight ❅ at winterfell ❅ tags; torrhen and lyra stark

"tell me, ben, when I'm by the lion's side, will you stand against me?" lyra’s words weren’t quite taunting, but still, there was bite behind her bark. the wild she-wolf already knew the answer she was going to receive from her brother. he couldn’t help but crack a small grin at the strength of her spirit.

”of course not, little sister. you know full well that the north would stand beside you,” benjen replied, and then added, ”I will stand beside you.” and he meant it. lyra may have been betrothed to a southern lion, but she was a wolf through and through. he had never met anyone with more love for the north and he doubted he ever will. the north knows this, and has always returned that love. plus, ben couldn’t even fathom the idea of turning against his own family. ‘when winter comes, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.’ and winter always came.

“when tobias makes his claim, you should go to him. he will want you there, and it will be good to have someone on the inside of the operation,” he said. his sister needed to go south soon either way, this had just sped up what was already in motion. “and I think we should call all the lords and ladies of the north to winterfell. the north needs to stand together, and ravens can be intercepted,” he finished. it was more of a proposal than anything. the young lord didn’t necessarily need his sisters approval, but he preferred to have it. they were the future of their house, and they were stronger together.

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illegitimate son of lord tully // mentions: lannisters, osric, orian // tags: willem

When Will arrived in the council chamber, Percy lifted his eyes from the map of Westeros upon the table as his half brother took his usual place, up close to father. Of course, it was father who got the first word in - no doubt he would have the last word as well - and he gave a huff of discontent at the notion of war. Strategic as father was, he had no particular taste for killing. Besides, war was bad for harvest, and bad harvests led to angry smallfolk, which in turn led to uprisings and all sorts of trouble that Lord Tully would much rather avoid the hassle of. Percy could read him like a book. As father and Will debated, the illegitimate son kept his mouth shut, and would not speak up unless spoken to. It seemed to him an obvious choice in who to support for the Iron Throne. Though he was not a trueborn Tully, the words of his father's house had been drilled into him: Family, Duty, Honour. He often though that it was precisely because of those three words that father had recognized his illegitimate son and brought him to Riverrun, and so Percy placed a great deal of weight on those words.

He wasn't surprised when Will asked for his opinion. Though they were only half-brother, Will always treated him fairly and as equally as he could manage. He glanced to father, whose face was tight with tension, and turned his head back to Will as he spoke. "I agree," he said, plain and simple. Percy shifted his gaze to their father and remained expressionless. "Family, Duty, Honour. Duty and honour would have House Tully bend the knee to Osric Arryn. I believe there is significance in those words, my lord." Father had gone red in the face with a sudden anger, and Percy held his tongue lest he say something that was not his place. But he knew why father was doubting the Arryn boy - everybody knew that Tobias Lannister would lay claim to the Iron Throne, and it was only a matter of time before the raven flew to Riverrun and every other major holdfast in Westeros. And Tobias Lannister had gold enough to hire whatever number of sellswords they could ever need, with that foreign aunt of his practically rolling in coin.

But father did not argue, and the red in his face quelled, as he folded his hands together and pursed his lips. His gaze was now focused on the wooden figures on the map. He lifted the largest Arryn falcon and set it in King's Landing, grabbing two small Lannister lions from Casterly Rock and placing one in Riverrun and the other on Driftmark. "And what do you suppose we do when Vaera Lannister sends a small army to collect her son?" he barked, looking directly to Will - he always addressed him first, to gain his opinion before coming in turn to Percy. If it were Percy, he would hold the boy hostage and demand ransom, but his opinion was not requested in that moment.

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heir of the iron islands // mentions: osric, lannisters // tags: rhaenys

Eamon was grateful to receive the warmth of the castle on the hill, glad to finally be able to ease off the chill from the journey. The lady of Driftmark spoke as she showed him some of the new bits and pieces she had picked up on her most recent travels, and he thought he almost detected a sadness in this; these were were latest treasures, and possibly her last for quite some time. Being the head of the family tied one down to the family home, and that was just where Rhaenys would have to stay, at least until the unease of potential war was lifted from the realm. He walked alongside her and entered the council chamber, where a platter of cheese and dried meats awaited them with a flagon of wine and two hefty goblets. He had never seen a more welcome sight.

"You are likely to be my biggest threat as well, Lady of the Tides." he replied, solemn. Yet he took the daggers from his belt, the quiver of arrows from his hip, and the bow from his back, setting them all on the table. He did not feel threatened by her, not in this place or moment, when she had welcomed him into his home. Not even Ironborn would stoop so low as to invite a guest into their home and murder them without a second thought. He would not sit until she took her seat. "Like you say, any number of great houses will rise to claim that wretched chair. Osric Arryn will have the lions on his back before the end of the month - and no king can rest easy, knowing there are dragons across the Narrow Sea. The Ironborn want no part in the quarrels of a realm so tangled in politics it can scarcely support itself." He gave her a firm look, as he spoke with certainty, and confidence. "The truth of it is that the Ironborn gain nothing by being a part of the Seven Kingdoms. Our reputation as reavers is still upheld despite the Ironborn having not pillaged a single coast in 10 years. We have gained strength in our ships and soldiers, and trading with the Free Cities, where people fear us, but do not look down on us. Westerosi lords are so backward and prejudiced they can't even see that the Ironborn are now a civilized people. We grow stronger each day, in blood and harvest and steel and sea. We are capable of sustaining ourselves, and why shouldn't we? It is our right."

[Dragonheart48]

( ➶ ) │𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.│xxxxxx❧
i. "jaelyn baratheon" ii. twenty-five iii. female iv. homosexual v. seeing renei v. loc: forest, storm's end vi. tag: renei lannister vii. 284

indent"He probably would which admittedly would be a bit of a bother, but I also prefer my political discussions to be in person to see if there is any worth in backing your brother's claim. There are things you can learn in person that can't really be conveyed over ravens, and those little birds can also easily get lost or shot down", Jaelyn said easily though her voice betrayed a hint of annoyance not at Renei but just the state of westeros at the moment. A part of Jaelyn genuinely hoped Tobias would give her a good enough reason to justify fighting for him but another part of her doubted it. Though perhaps they could draft a treaty that might change how war was fought in the seven kingdoms. No ruler in their right minds would want harm to come to their civilians, so it wasn't to assuming to possibly offer a deal to the other contenders in the war to come. After all it wasn't the innocent farmers, women, or children who were pledging themselves to fighting it was the soldiers.

She smiled again at Renei's wish to go riding with her, "You should, I think you'd find it's alot more fun than you initially expect. There are a good number of people who join the hunt just to ride with us so you wouldn't be the only one trying to avoid killing. It can be quite an incredible thing to witness honestly, hunters, dogs, and horses all working as one organism so we can feed our families or friends". Jaelyn scoffed at the final comment shaking her head slightly at the jest and putting a hand to her chest in mock offense.

( ☠ ) │𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤.│xx❧
i. "rhaenys velaryon" ii. twenty-seven iii. female iv. bisexual v. currently single vi. loc: driftmark vii. tag: eamon greyjoy vii. 424

indentShe smiled, albeit sadly, at Eamon's gesture of setting his weapons on the council chamber's table it was a welcome sight indicating that no matter what was coming for now they were still good friends. Hearing herself referred to as Lady of the Tides however sent a pang of sadness through her. It was hard to untangle how she felt a part of her couldn't help the rush of excitement but there was an accompanying sense of dread. Everything seemed a little more real at that, her father was truly gone and she was stuck in these gods forsaken kingdoms who were about to tear each other apart. She almost laughed at the sight of the greyjoy still standing there waiting for her to take her seat it was a welcome distraction.

She sat down listening to Eamon go off on his tirade against the seven kingdoms with an amused look on her face. It was a good way to mask her intrigue at the prospect of being free from the kingdoms, and if it was attainable for the iron born they should jump on it and run with it as far as they could. "As your friend I say go for it take your independence your people deserve their freedom, but as the master of driftmark whose lordly friends will expect me to fight for them I implore you to join your forces to ours", Rhaenys said in the most dramatic way possible. After a few moments of thought she looked back to Eamon with a mischievously spark in her eyes, "On second thought that actually wouldn't be the worst idea, offer your services for independence and if they turn you down just ignore them and do whatever you want. As for the dragons they seem to be lacking any of their namesakes and I'm not sure if they even have any allies here, though I would almost like to see one of them on the seat cause you know distant family ties and all that".

The Lady of the Tides thought for a moment about what Vaera would do to try and convince her to fight for the lion boy also considering she had her eldest son as a ward on her island. Though she would never harm him, as he treated her like an older sister and she in turn saw him as something akin to a younger brother, she'd always made it a point to be rather unpredictable and they likely couldn't say for certain what her motives would be.

( ♞ ) │𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝.│xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❧
i. "nymeria reed" ii. twenty-three iii. female iv. bisexual v. loc: ftbd vi. tag: tbd vii. wip

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