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her gaze followed back to see a set of white cloaks, eyes going wide for a moment before she forced herself to take a calming breath. for the first time since setting foot in king's landing, she found herself wishing she hadn't managed to ditch her own guard. "princess eowyn of the eyrie," she stated her answer, returning the smile. she was glad to be shown such kindness in the face of what her mother would label a potential political fumble. but before she could even give a second to dwell on what her mother might say, realization hit her. "princess daenerys! you're the one who's just been betrothed to my brother! we're to be sisters."

Daenerys had been distracted in her own thoughts and failed to see the other coming towards her. It was too late when she tried to move away, bumping into the other with a groan. "No harm was done, it's quite alright." She said, immediately looking behind her to see the look of concern on her kingsguard, ready to jump into action if necessary. Daenerys shook her head at them before turning back to the woman. "I was not paying attention either, so I apologize for that as well." Daenerys offered the other a smile. "I'm Princess Daenerys, what is your name?"

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"then i hope to visit it someday." though in truth, she hoped to visit most places someday. a dream that suddenly seemed possible with her new betrothal. her brows knit in confusion, head tilting like a pup's as she looked at violet. "how do you mean? surely he cannot expect to keep us all here while he plans and carries out six separate weddings."

"if you like this, you'd love it in highgarden," she smiled. nothing could compare to her home, no matter how lovely violet thought the coronation was. "i fear with the high king's newest announcement the festivities may just last a bit longer." before they had left for king's landing violet had overheard a conversation about finally finding her a husband, a topic she had hoped her parents would never push.

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there was little she could do as she watched the younger lady move through her rage. with a toddler of her own, cyrenna had been witness to her fair share of tantrums. and this was a tantrum, regardless of taliya's age. "tali, you must know that this decision has nothing to do with looks. these betrothals are a political pact, all of them. the high king knows his position is unstable. that's likely why he chose to make the announcement so publicly and with all of us still here." even as she spoke, she knew her words would do little to quell the other's anger. following to the bed, cyrenna sat beside her friend and placed a gentle hand on her back. "i know, little love. but truly, would you want to be stuck with the high king as a father-in-law? with all the rumors that flow about? surely we can find you a strong match with a family you will enjoy."

It was an absolute insult. How dare she not be chosen for one of the High King's sons? Taliya was in a rage in her room, already having tossed a vase against the wall to shatter it to bits. Her breath was erratic, hands shaking as she paced around the room. "It is unfair!" She cried out, tears welling up as she looked over to the woman she had so often viewed as another older sister. "Cyrenna--he must be blind. Those princesses?" She scoffed, the title coming out like poison from her red stained lips. "He will regret ever choosing them over me. I bet they are barren and kiss like horses," she huffed, arms crossing over her chest as she moved to plop on the side of her bed. Like a bratty child, she was not accepting the announcement of the betrothals very well. "Oh, I hate it here," she wailed, the tears finally flowing freely as she flopped down onto her stomach, face buried in the pillow as she wailed, screamed, and beat her fists into the mattress. Was she truly stuck being just a lady forever? ( @iksidaorvali )

[iksidaorvali]

there was something about watching another person indulge in discussing their passions that had always brought eowyn a sense of joy. the way their eyes would light up. how they began to speak faster the further into things they delved. the smile they likely didn't even know was there. it didn't even matter what the subject was or her own interest in it, not when it was so clear her conversational partner held such deep love for it. settling into the offered chair, she couldn't help but lean towards him a bit as she listened, making mental notes of each place he listed. she could only hope she wouldn't prove to be seasick when her time came to board the kraken's kiss.

"i think i would like to see all of it someday. all of it and more." said enthusiastically, and a touch more desperately than her mother would've approved. but the queen wasn't here, and so eowyn did little to control her excitement at all her new future seemed to hold. "rocky isn't beautiful? aleron, that is the most beautiful description you could give a place! do you know what type of stone it consists of? i'm afraid i don't think i've a single stone from the iron islands in my collection, though that is more the fault of my siblings' lack of visitation there. the mountains of the eyrie are mostly a mixture of sandstone and conglomerate." eyes going wide as she realized the speed at which she spoke, the princess slapped a hand over her mouth. "my apologies. mother says my fascination with rocks isn't proper conversation."

It was hard to imagine never being on a ship when Aleron had spent most of his life aboard one. Even moreso, it was hard to believe his betrothed had never left the Eyrie until the coronation. But there was some happiness building deep inside that perhaps he'd be the one to introduce her to the world of the seas--his world. A bright smile, one of both joy and relief, was quick to spread on his face. "She's one of the fastest ships in the fleet--if not the fastest, if I may say so myself." He was not a humble man when it came to his ship, but he did have the history to back it up, at least. Pulling a chair out for his betrothed, he motioned for her to take a seat for a more comfortable conversation.

"Most of my years have been spent in the Sunset Sea, all along the east coast of Westeros," Aleron began, such talk bringing a very peaceful tone in his voice as he took his own seat beside the princess. "In my younger years, I sailed down around Dorne and made my way over to see the Free Cities--Lys and Myr, mostly." Though he wished to return one day, life simply hadn't allowed such a trip in recent years. The prince leaned back in his chair, finding great comfort in talking of his travels and home even when the situation was so strange. "As for Pyke, I will warn you it is not a beautiful place to most. It's rocky--many cliffs. The waters around are often stormy and treacherous. Farming is difficult but we make do. The weather is--questionable at best. But it has a charm to it once you get used to it all." Exhaling softly, he offered Eowyn a gentle smile. "If you loathe it, we will travel as often as we can. I will not have my wife miserable from the gloom."

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❛❛   cyrenna mertyns .  ❜❜   ― 🦄 ― men have never been of any interest to you, despite all efforts to win your favor (thank the gods for your parents support)... being a spare came with it’s blessings, never needing to provide an heir of your own granted you the choice to pursue the woman you loved (a pursuit that has led to twelve years of blissful marriage)... you see your late brother in everything your son does, from his bright eyes to his joy filled laughter (what a gift this connection to your once best friend has been)...

BASICS.

full name : cyrenna jeyne mertyns, née rogers

name meaning :

cyrenna : greek | “strong, powerful”

jeyne : herbrew | “god is gracious”

mertyns : dutch | “son of merten”

rogers : old english | “fame spear”

nicknames : rena

epithets : the unicorn of mistwood

titles : lady of amberly (formerly), lady of mistwood (currently)

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : lesbian

date of birth : twenty-ninth day of the fourth moon

age : two and thirty years

zodiac : taurus

place of birth : amberly, the stormlands, westeros

accent : english

languages : common tongue

allegiance : house rogers, house mertyns, house baratheon

religion : the faith of the seven

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : zhu xudan

height : 5′6″

eye color : very dark brown, almost black

hair color : black

dominant hand : right

glasses : n/a

MEDICAL.

mental : insomnia, adhd

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : affectionate, spirited, candid

negative traits : boisterous, oblivious, naive

hobbies : dancing, pressing flowers, planning events, caring for and playing with her son

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents :

ruling lord ___ rogers; father [ 60+ ]

ruling lady elenda rogers, née horpe; late mother [ 50, deceased 10 years ]

siblings :

lord heir ___ rogers; eldest brother [ 40-42 ]

lord ___ rogers; elder brother [ 36-39 ]

lord eldon rogers; late elder brother [ 33, deceased 2 years ]

extended family :

lady ___ rogers, née ___; sister-in-law [ 40+ ]

lady ___ rogers; eldest niece [ 22 ]

lord ___ rogers; eldest nephew [ 20-21 ]

lady ___ rogers; youngest niece [ 18-19 ]

house mertyns of mistwood

in-laws

house horpe of death's head

via her mother

spouse : lady ___ mertyns; wife [ 30-34 ]

children :  

lord pearse rogers mertyns [ 3 ]

pets : 

wyrm [ blue eyed lucy ball python ]

ADDITIONAL INFO.

quick facts :

cyrenna adopted her brother eldon's son following his death. she and her wife have been raising pearse as their own ever since.

super in love with her wife and will take any excuse to bring her up

more coming soon. i just wanna write.

biography :

doc coming soon

feel free to ask me anything, as this is a work in progress.

CONNECTIONS.

wife : idk man they’re just a couple of lovely ladies who are super in love and the proud mommas of a sweet little three year old boy. ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 

[iksidaorvali]

"thank the gods indeed," came the voice from behind him, and hand reaching out to steal his cup away. stepping into view, visenya offered her brother a wide grin as she took a sip from the stolen wine. "what say you and i head out into the city for a bit of shopping and catching up? surely not a soul would interrupt such a long awaited reunion. and if they try it, the dragonpit can always serve as a place of solace. i've missed brightfyre, and i know nightsong will be pleased to see you." returning his cup, she let her smile falter, a crack in the facade that she would reveal only to her twin. "please, i really need a buffer."

With a cup of wine in hand, Jaehaerys walked through the gardens of the Red Keep. He never got the chance to properly explore them before, usually when he came to king's Landing, he found that his time was better spent elsewhere. But having come here on official business, or at least that's what his father kept reminding him, Jaehaerys could not sneak out to enjoy the real entertainment that the capital had to offer. Political talk was never one of his main assets, actually he would stare at a lord whenever they came up to him with such conversations and end up agreeing with it, whatever it was that they were saying. Jaehaerys watched as the lord who had been speaking to him left, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. "Thank the Gods." He mumbled to himself, taking a long sip from his drink.

[iksidaorvali]

"would you like to try a less dry delivery? perhaps something that may lead one to believe you have a running pulse?" a taunt that only one so close to the royal family would feel comfortable with. and laena had certainly grown comfortable in her fourteen years with the velaryons. in truth, she considered them far more like family than her own. "i have not. i was hoping you had, but it seems we are both out of luck. and if that is the case, who are we to ruin her fun? let her enjoy aelys, and i can stand as your guard in her stead. if we look deep enough in conversation, surely no good lord would interrupt."

The prince hummed softly, his eyes wandering about the great hall with feigned interest. This was a necessary part of ruling, he knew, his father had seen to it that he understood that governance was more than wise policy and a sharp military mind, but he couldn't deny that there was a large part of him that hated the pomp and circumstance of the display. It was costly, firstly, and draining for a man who would much rather be tending to his dragon or his ship's crew. Regardless of his own feelings on the matter he would stand and play the part of a perfect prince for his family and for the good of the kingdom.

"He has. It is a splendid and monumental occasion, after all. The kingdom has clamored for strength and stability, particularly in these trying times. Having the realms come together is a worthy cause for celebration."

It was a practiced answer, one that felt hollow even to his own ears. "Have you seen where my sister has gone? I have a nagging feeling that she's escaped to the dragonpit, heedless of our father's requests that she makes herself known to the nobility that have gathered."

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the trip into the city was only her latest attempt to avoid the looks and whispers had that had plagued her since she and nightsong had set down in westeros. though they followed her even into the streets, at least here there was plenty of distraction in the form of shopping stalls. it was only a matter of time before someone approached, and it seemed her time had finally run out. at least this individual had chosen the route of flirting instead of offering condolences. "certainly makes taking hearts that much easier." a threat, or a poor return of his advance? hard to say, though it had been some time since she'd participated in flirting of any kind. "do you think it wise to try it with a widow holding a weapon?"

Olavyn was a man with many weaknesses--the need for new trinkets being one of them. With a pocket of gold and a desire to spoil himself yet again, the Crown Prince was on the move in the marketplace with his guards close by. And while he thought it would be a jeweled ring or shining goblet that caught his attention first, it was a flash of light hair near a salesman selling blades of all sorts. Having showered himself in as much gossip and information as he could before the long trip to King's Landing, Olavyn was almost sure that he had just spotted someone quite intriguing. And without another thought, the prince was moving, humming as he approached to feign interest in the blades. "A woman who can hold a blade might be a woman who has my heart," he teased, smile quickly flashing on display. Not even a widow would be spared his flirtations.

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even with nothing left but the salt, laena swept a hand across her cheeks before turning to face the other. "not really, no, but i hardly wish to trouble you with my petty family dramas." though the exchanged words were bordering far more on verbal abuses than drama. "i think i may just seek out some fresh air in the gardens. you're welcome to join me."

" are you alright? " jesamyn asked gently. they could tell the other had been crying, but wasn't sure if they should ask any further questions. in the days leading up to the coronation they had wanting nothing more than to disappear. " it's alright if you don't want to speak, but i've been told i am quite a good listener. "

[iksidaorvali]

her gaze followed daella's indication, eyes narrowing at the pair of ladies who hastily looked away. an irritated sigh escaped her, followed by a low chuckle. "i suppose i do not envy you, trapped by your station more than the rest of us. aunt rhaenyra should know better than any that a dragon grows suffocated when kept grounded for too long." a metaphor for her heavily guarded cousin. visenya suspected it may have been even stronger with the addition of salt and sea running through her veins. "how are you doing with all of this?"

" i fear the odd are not in my favor today.. my mother's ladies have hardly taken their eyes off of me today, it's almost as if they think me prone to making myself the center of attention, " daella sighed before giving her cousin a smile, pointing out the two older ladies trying to discreetly watch the girl, ready to report back to the soon to be crowned high queen at any moment. the princess could hardly remember the last time she had seen visenya. so much had happened in the time since they had last been together. " yes, aelys is my little love. she's getting so big, a spoiled little beast though " she smiled.

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Freydis Eriksdotter :: The Greenlanders Vikings: Valhalla S1E1

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"i've never been on a ship." a pause. "i've never been anywhere outside the eyrie until now." true the arryn's had a second home in the gates of the moon, but it was only meant for them in the winter. and winter had yet to come in her lifetime. she rattled her brain at his questioning, searching through nearly two decades worth of information she'd gathered from her library. "i have!" the kraken's kiss was a ship in the iron fleet, and that made him a... greyjoy. he confirmed it with an introduction just as she managed to sort it our herself. there was a joy in being right, and it was hard to keep herself from smiling. "eowyn arryn, princess of the eyrie," she returned in kind. she wasn't entirely sure what she'd been expecting, but he certainly wasn't it. he seemed to understand the uncomfortable nature of this betrothal, the curse of their stations in this life. but perhaps, if he was true, this may not be a curse at all. "so, where all have you sailed to? oh, and tell me about pyke. if it's to be my home, i'd like to be able to prepare myself."

Aleron recalled his little sister's words before he had left for King's Landing. Be Understanding. Though she had been polite with it, he knew what she meant. Don't be a barbaric, crass jerk. And it was with those words of warning playing in his mind that Aleron sipped at the glass, a hint of a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "A ship--a large one at that," he answered as he lowered the drink, a finger tapping at the glass absentmindedly. Would she favor a life on the sea? Or at least be comfortable being apart from him for months on end? "The Kraken's Kiss--have you heard of it?" He questioned curiously, wondering if word of his travels and men had spread all the way to his betrothed's house. Hoping she hadn't heard too many terrible things, Aleron took a step forward after placing the glass safely on the table. "Aleron Greyjoy, Prince of Pyke. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess." He introduced politely, head bowed for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. "This is--sudden for the both of us, it seems. But I hope to make the best of it and ensure a strong bond between our houses." It felt so formal, but a promise had been a promise and he wouldn't scare his betrothed off so quickly.

[iksidaorvali]

a soft hum dropped from her, his honesty earning a nod. eowyn took a long, slow sip from her glass and finally gave herself a chance to take him in. she wasn't displeased with his looks, though they were merely icing when accompanied by his admission. "what sort of travel? if i'm being honest, my mother neglected to tell me anything of this engagement until we arrived here in king's landing. and even then, only once she knew we'd be meeting today." eowyn had never done well with secrets, especially when they interrupted or changed already made plans. this case fell into the latter, as she'd thought she and her mother would be attending one of the shows a group of performers was putting on in the city. "i'm afraid i don't even know your name." a hard thing to admit, more so when she was sure her mother had mentioned it while she was spiraling on their walk here. "i'm sorry, this probably isn't how you imagined meeting your future bride."

The wait was almost torturous, though Aleron had only been pacing about the room for a few minutes. Still, it felt like a lifetime of staring at the door, watching and waiting for his betrothed to enter. What if she was a shrew? Or worse--what if she looked like a blobfish? The very thought had Aleron cracking his knuckles. Why had he agreed to this? Why had he spent so much time washing up, combing his hair, and looking presentable? Alas, when he heard the sound of approaching voices ( and what seemed to be a woman who was very unimpressed ), he stopped dead in his tracks. With breath held, he watched as three women entered. During the few moments it took for one of them to be left alone, Aleron didn't breathe--didn't even dare to move from his spot until the doors shut and a pretty redhaired woman spoke up. If this was to be his wife, then the Drowned God had certainly blessed him with a beauty. "I--" He paused a moment, a breathy laugh leaving him as he shook his head. "I heard well enough," he finished, slowly approaching the woman who was pouring them a drink. "If it eases your worries, I am a man of travel. I do not do well being cooped up," he explained carefully as he took one of the glasses in hand.

[iksidaorvali]

she should've been looking where she was going. with a city so filled to the brim with people, this was the last place to get distracted. and yet, here the princess was, entirely distracted by her latest addition to her rock collection and bumping into someone she'd not yet met. what a grand first impression indeed. "i'm so sorry, are you alright?" she breathed, quickly tucking her stone away as she took a step back from the other. the silver-gold hair and violet eyes were enough to limit the possible identities, one of which belonged to the host of this celebration. "my mother is always telling me i need to pay better attention. i suppose i can deny that truth no longer."

If it was up for her, Daenerys would not have left her chambers throughout the entire duration of the festivities. But her father had made it very clear that she had to make her presence known, that she had to engage with the guests. This wasn't just going to be a coronation, it was announced that her and her siblings would all walk out of this event with new betrothals. To say she was nervous and anxious was an understatement, Daenerys was terrified of who she would end up forced to marry. Sighing, she looked down at the empty cup in her hand, she had never been much of a wine drinker, but she made the effort to fit in today. Daenerys found herself in the courtyard, heading towards the city where the shopping stalls were placed all over the streets. She hoped to find something that pleased her to buy and hopefully distract herself from what is happening.

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"it's so much different than back home," she answered quietly, eyes wide as she took it all in. the eyrie was mostly stone and mountains, likely to blame for her love of all things rocky. "i almost wish we had more time here to explore."

violet couldn't help but revel in the excitement of the day. it seemed odd to be so excited in these moments right before the high king was crowned. she was perhaps more hopeful than she should be but the princess was an optimist at heart. smiling she turned to the person standing next to her, " it's lovely in here, is it not? " a smile spread across her features.

[iksidaorvali]

"if he does so on command, it wouldn't be unprovoked." a correction made without looking at the woman, gaze never lifting from the sizable pup. "he's a direwolf, yes?" even phrased as a question, it had the tone of a statement. she'd studied the creatures as a child, the images of the large beasts being a key point in her selection of breed for her own four-legged friend. "what's his name? may i pet him? perhaps if he likes me we could set a date for him to meet my vardis? he's a caucasian ovcharka, so the size shouldn't be much of a problem in terms of playing together." because of course meeting a giant puppy could only end in word vomit and immediate love. "he truly is one of the most beautiful creatures i've ever seen."

wylla was loath to leave the north after so long away from it, even with the promise of great feasts and celebrations. she convinced herself to be perfectly miserable at king's landing, even knowing the vow wouldn't last too long if stories about the capital city where to be believed. sterling, on the other hand, had no such qualms about enjoying himself, rolling in the royal gardens like a pup and not a beast almost the size of a pony. it was certainly enough to attract some curious looks. "he does bite, you know. unprovoked." she said to one of the onlookers, voice tinged with mischief. "but only when i tell him to."

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@ofkxngs | aleron greyjoy;;

an argument could be heard in the hallway, words muffled only by distance and an attempt at hushed tones. "you cannot cage me again!" the words coming through clearer as the voices grew closer. there was a whisper of beratement, followed by a paused silence as the princess, queen, and a lady's maid entered the room. something that drew forth a grimace and a forced smile was whispered to eowyn by her mother before leaving her daughter. moving towards a nearby table, she let the smile drop as she poured two glasses from a pitcher of wine. "how much of that did you hear?”