#( rosalyn arryn )

[anya-snow]

When was the last time you cried?

“At Queen Rosalyn's funeral,” the lady admitted in a low voice. Anya did not cry easily. She'd learned to tame her more vulnerable emotions from a young age, the circumstances of her birth status and upbringing leading her to want to present herself as strong and unflinching as the Northern ice and snow. Her circumstances were different now, of course, but her habits and deep-rooted behaviors remained unchanged. Even now, speaking about it, she put the subconscious effort to not falter and show too much emotion. “She was a good woman. I dare say I even considered her a friend, not just my queen,” the raven-haired lady added, for the late Northern Queen had worked to open up opportunities for Anya alongside her husband, and that was something she would never forget.

( @rosaaaryn )

[adam-stark]

HOZIER & BEAR McCREARY — “BLOOD UPON THE SNOW”

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

@owenstark, @rosaaaryn, @allysannestark, @cassvstark, @torrhen-stark, @wintervsuns, @sarra-karstark, @northernseer, @anya-snow, @rhydianwildbear, @jin-renshu & @nasirofmanderlys

[maegorcomeagain]

Ser Harwin Strong, heir to Harrenhall has been betrothed to the Crown Princess’ cousin and lady-in-waiting, Rosalyn Arryn.

[dctyandhonor]

who: @owenstark when: during the festivities after the wedding of the king of winter to princess rosalyn arryn of the vale

The north was different from anything Ginevra had originally anticipated. Even if Ginny enjoyed the warmth, the flowy dresses she got to wear when it wasn't freezing out, soft fabrics and pretty colors; she, to her own surprise, found the chill quite grounding.

Grounding in the way it cleared her head of the fuzziness that sometimes lingered in the summer heat. Grounding in the way the furs she'd been provided with sat heavy upon her shoulders. Grounding in the way where the Vale was bathed in bright light, the North was cast in shadows. A sort of power sat within those shadows, almost tangible in the way it called attention to itself. Any wealthy person could buy an army, could wrangle together a semblance of power. Barely anything commanded it quite as effortlessly as the imposing, vast landscape of the North did. Challenged, perhaps, only by a dragon.

The court of the Vale and the North mingled for the joining of the regions in this wedding. Owen Stark was now wed to Rosalyn Arryn, and the festivities that followed the ceremony were tumultuous. Joy, for a new queen. Joy, for a new and bright era.

It was warm inside the great hall of Winterfell where the main feast of celebration was held at. Steadily through the night there had been a string of people walking up to the King and his new Queen to congratulate them on their union. At some point during the night, the atmosphere in the hall turning from joyous to unbound by ale and wine. Eventually, Ginevra decided to approach herself. By the time she reached the grand table at the head of the hall, Owen Stark was on his own.

She gracefully dropped into a curtsy, just the way her mother had taught her. "Please accept my sincerest well-wishes, Your Grace. The wedding and the feast are quite spectacular. It's a joy that our two regions are now joined in a union such as this one."

[jin-renshu]

Closed starter for @mountainvroyce Setting: Casterly Rock, the Westerlands.

He surprised himself with how little excitement he felt about leaving Sea Dragon Point to journey to the realm of the West. Before, he'd never had trouble leaving anywhere, he'd welcomed travel. This time, however, he felt some unease. He sensed his position in the North was precarious, and leaving his home behind manifested in a sense of fear about losing what he'd worked so hard to gain. Any semblance of restored honor was gone, any sense of respect or leadership when others looked at him had vanished. And worst of all, at the back of his mind, resided the fear of a second coming of so much darkness... It was a fear he could no longer voice out.

Had he acted the same way his brother did? That was another terrifying thought. He'd experienced firsthand what it was to let the strongest of beliefs lead his actions. Maybe Shan felt regret too, maybe he felt guilt and conflict in writing fate with a sword.

The man sat in silence, not even paying attention to the jousting and the games unfolding. He barely heard when someone addressed him. Ren turned to see who'd called until the second time his name was spoken —his false name. He was not too familiar with Lord Axell Royce, but he had seen him guarding his queen when Arryns and Starks gathered to mourn the loss of Queen Rosalyn. “Lord Royce,” the soldier greeted him politely, though still somewhat detached. He bowed his head in a respectful manner, a motion that was more YiTish than it was Northern.

[ravellaarryns]

who: @adam-stark when and where: following the death of rosalyn, queen of winter, certain members of the falcon court make their way to winterfell for the funeral of an arryn princess. the burial is done according to the old gods of the north, and rosalyn's corpse is interred within the ancient dark crypts of winterfell; the final rites are issued and the queen of the vale is the first to turn on her heel and climb the steps leading out of the crypts, whilst many remain within the darkness. she is holding a burning torch, and when she hears a figure climbing up the steps behind her, she turns to see the prince of winter - adam stark.

in her youth, many had spoke of the handsome face of adam stark; countless vale women quietly spoke amongst themselves of his quiet, honourable nature: all whilst maintaining the sternest of faces considering they would rather be caught dead than be seen speaking about a northman in such a way. there was an ancient bond between their houses, perhaps because despite the andal influence of the vale, the houses of the first men had blended perfectly with the houses that brought them civilisation.

she wanted to be at home. she wanted to be within her own halls, at her own desk, surrounded by her own courtiers. the sooner this was done with, the better. in her thoughts, ravella had not even truly contemplated on the fact she was the only arryn remaining on this side of the continent.

ravella had always thought he had sullen eyes, and as she turned in the stone hallway leading from winterfell's crypt, she still found that his eyes were sullen. his entire being was quite sullen, both physical and emotional; she wordlessly passed him the burning torch she held onto for him to light the path they walked. "your highness." ravella greeted rather coldly, in her usual tone; and then she turned her gaze back forward. "i have a letter to write."

there was visible heartbreak within the northern court, who no doubt grieved for the grace and the warmth that the arryn princess had brought to the northern court: but the majority of them did not matter. it was the wolf king who mattered in true essence, and what he made of the entire matter; the children born in their union served as a physical link between the realms of the north and the vale, though he would remarry.

and when he remarried and sired more children, it was entirely possible that he would prioritise those children as his heirs rather than that of his first marriage. had rosalyn arryn left enough of an impression upon her husband? she said nothing as they walked, though she could tell the silence that lingered between them was quite not entirely content. rather tense, in actuality; perhaps because the falcon queen had showed no grief as she watched her sister's remains be put into the crypt of the wolves. "how is his grace taking it?"

[yeseniaegen]

the current connections of lady yesenia of house egen

queen: queen ravella arryn, whom she is lady-in-waiting to.

family: king consort graham royce, first cousin. lord tristan hunter, first cousin.

those who she admires/respects: lady jossalyn belmore, queen consort rosalyn arryn, princess myriam allyrion, lady meera reed, lady lyra celtigar, lady lucrezia redwyne

those who she dislikes: domeric stone, axell royce ( to a certain extent ), lady yuna upcliffe, king tyland lannister, prince jaehaerys targaryen

[daceystvrk]

july 12th 115 ac - dacey stark is born

the fourth child of house stark was born two moons too early and far too small. as a baby, she barely cried, but was prone to illness, particularly of the lungs. it was not expected that she would be long for this world. infants with such weak constitution rarely do, but against the odds dacey grew. she remained a frail child, prone to sickness, and her childhood was mostly spent confined inside winterfell to preserve her health.

129 ac - the dance begins

as she approached adolescence, a question lingered over what to do with dacey stark. while her siblings began to be fostered or trained for their duties as a stark, dacey remained in winterfell, sheltered and protected in order to maintain her health. with the dance of the dragons breaking out during her teenage years, her opportunity to explore the world outside of the north was further stripped from her. she waits out the next ten years in the north, purposely kept as far away from any conflicts as possible.

140 ac - the dance ends

with the leaders of westeros proclaiming independence from the targaryens, dacey finds her position shifting. she is slow to adjust to the change, maintaining her reclusive lifestyle except when absolutely necessary. she does put her complete faith in her family, particularly owen, and trusts and supports his decisions without question. however, at her core she begins to develop idealistic morals of pacificism, which will begin to shape her personal views and how she reacts to things.

post-dance

dacey continues to rarely leave the north, notable exception being to the vale, where she meets and forms a friendship with guinevere lannister. when the kingdoms are gathered in the north, she is more visible than she normally would be, but still seen less often than her siblings and very quiet publicly. she is a soft-hearted person, however, and does offer support to people she recognises to be suffering, including seffora merryweather, and engages in plenty one-on-one conversations whilst fading into the background in group settings. she remains in complete support of the king's decisions.

northern wars

it is during the conflicts in the north that dacey truly develops her distaste for war and violence. however, she is not foolish enough to voice her pacifism out loud, though when asked, she will always answer as honestly as she can: she knows her ideas are idealistic at best, and unrealistic at worst, but she thinks there is a better path than violence, aggression and fighting. despite this, she still believes the king knows best, and does not ever argue with his decisions or contradict him, either publicly or to his face. she remains in winterfell for much of this time.

death of jon stark

the death of a brother marks the beginning of a shift in dacey. still reclusive by nature, she begins to make her presence more known within the north and quietly attempts to aid her brother the king as best she can. she doesn't quite fill the gap left by jon, but she does try and lessen it slightly. the starks meet to discuss retaliation, and dacey advocates for justice over vengeance.

the kidnap of cassana stark, the deaths of rosalyn arryn, and the disappearance of alysanne stark

when further tragedy hits her house in close succession, dacey becomes more present than ever in order to better support her brother and the rest of the family. she takes the initiative to push herself out of her comfort zone and become more involved as best as she knows how whilst handling her own feelings and anxieties privately.

recent events

dacey attends both king jahaerys' coronation in the crownlands, where she largely keeps to herself, stopping at her blackwood cousins' home in the riverlands on her way back to the north, and the celebration of prince arthur's birth in the westerlands.

[twicelivedsummer]

voted "100, maybe?" let's try this

...

UPDATE

173.

STARK

Eddard

Jon Snow

Robb

Sansa

Bran

Arya

Rickon decided to not count the direwolves

Brandon

Lyanna

Benjen

Lyarrra, their mother

Rickard, their father

Arya Flint

Serena Stark from, I wanna say She-Wolves/Dunk&Egg era

Bran The Builder TULLY

Catelyn goes here

Lysa too

Edmure

Hoster

Minisa Whent ...is the Blackfish also named Benjen...

frickin'. Elmo. Kermit i THINK ARRYN

Jon

Robin, sweetrobin

Harold Hardyng? BARATHEON

Robert

Stannis

Renly

Gendry

Edric Storm

Mya Stone

Barra in the Riverlands

Rhaenys queen-who-never-was LANNISTER

Tywin

Joanna

Cersei

Jamie

Tyrion

Joffrey (goes here lol)

Myrcella

Tommen

Tyrek (kidnapped in riots ;))

Gerion (uncle) very disappointed I cannot remember the name of the aunt who talks to Jaime about Tywin 😔

Lancel

Joy Hill

Lann the Clever TYRELL

Margaery

Loras

Willas (they have another brother lol)

Olenna

Mace

Garth Greenhand MARTEL

Arianne Nymeros Martell (etc)

Quentyn

Doran

Elia

Oberyn (the unnamed princess of Dorne. also her unnamed husband.)

Ellaria Sand

Obara Sand

Tyene Sand

Sarella/Alleras

Elia Sand

Loreza Sand

Myriah Martell

Daenerys Martell-nee-Targaryen

Nymeria I don't thiiiink had a second name..? TARGARYEN

Visenya

Aegon I

Rhaenys

Maegor

Rhaena

Jaehaerys I

Alysanne

Baelon

Saera

Viserra

Aerea

Viserys I

Daemon

Rhaenyra

Aegon II

Aemond

Helaena Jacaerys/Lucerys/Joffrey whoops can't remember if they were legally named 'Velaryon'

Aegon III

Daenaera

Viserys II

Baelor the Blessed

Daemon I the Young Dragon

Daena the Defiant (well-behaved sister sorry)

Elaena

Aegon IV the Unworthy

Daemon II

Baelor Breakspear

Daemon Blackfyre

Aegor Rivers

Brynden Rivers, Bloodraven

Shiera Seastar

Aegon V the Unlikely

Jahaerys II

Shaera

Maelys the Monstrous, presumably named Blackfyre

Aerys

Rhaella

Rhaegar

Viserys 'III'

Daenerys Stormborn (not counting the dragons)

Drogo son of Ogo GREYJOY

Theon

Asha

Balon

Victarion

Euron MORMONT

Maege

Dacey

Jorah lol his dad

Lynesse Hightower

Alicent Hightower

Otto Hightower

Addam Velaryon, Addam of Hull

Alyn Velaryon

Nettles ♥

Betha Blackwood

Pate :( Technically I can't put any of the Faceless Men on here >.>

Brienne of Tarth

Myranda Royce

Hizdahr zo Loraq

Tysha

wait no the blackfish is BRYNDEN Tully

Satin

Jon Connington

Rossart

Jenny of Oldstones

Beric Dondarrion

Eddard (Ned) Dayne

Lem... lemoncloak...

Varymyr Sixskins

Ygritte

Gilly

Maester Aemon

Betha Blackwood

Samwell Tarly

Doshi

Valarr Targaryen

Val

Osha

Alys Karstark

Mance Rayder

Bael the Bard

Walder Frey (old man)

Walder Frey (Big Walder)

Welder Frey (Small Walder)

Walda Fey/Bolton

Roose Bolton

Ramsay Bolton/Snow

Reek (the dead one)

Barbrey Dustin

Wyman Manderly

Wylla Manderly

Lyanna Mormont

Jeyne Westerling

Rhaegar Frey

Rosalyn Frey

Irri

Jhiqui

Jhogo

Rakharo

Aggo [literally i thought i had all these already]

Mirri Maz Duur

Melisandre

Maester Marwyn

Qaithe

Doreah

Eroeh .....aha!

Hazea

ok, got all the important ones! heh

[irongossip]

      GOSSIP BLOG; @rianxarryn, @rosa-arryn

[adam-stark]

Least favorite person

“I don’t believe I have one,” the Stark prince admitted. There were some he felt wary towards, however. The members of House Bolton came to mind, and how they maintained a contentious relationship to the rightful rulers of the North. Adam couldn’t find it in himself to rely on them, not when he suspected they could so easily turn on House Stark and skin them all alive as their worst enemies. And there was Tyland Lannister, a man he could feel a degree of respect towards, but his threat to Rosa was branded on his memory. The Vale princess was the Queen of Winter, his queen, and a sister to the princes and princesses of Winterfell... It was difficult to look past such a slight, frankly. It was simple, really: those he’d grown to dislike were those who represented a threat to his family. “Opinions on people shift with time, I suppose, but I can admit there are some I do not view too favorably”.

@crxwniron, @wcrdsarewind, @casterlygldcs & @rosaaaryn

[maegorcomeagain]

Rhaenyra’s Ladies-In-Waiting:

Rosalyn Arryn, born year 96 AC.

Melina Baratheon, born year 97 AC.

Gaella Celtigar, born year 98 AC.

Elinda Massey, born year 100 AC.

[rosaaaryn]

in the embrace of the hearth, amidst the flickering flames, her father's scornful words echoed like a haunting melody—etched into her mind like a searing brand. 

“warm his bed, have his children and stay silent. that is all that is needed from you in your marriage, rosalyn. anything more than that and you may risk embarrassing us all again.”

rosalyn, burdened by the fear that these words would never truly vanish, knew her role well as a wife in this land of nobility. yet, her life had taken a different course than the prescribed fate. her husband, a man unlike any she had known before, saw beyond those confines, yearning for her voice, thoughts, and emotions.

the weight of responsibility now rested upon her shoulders, and she felt a mix of trepidation and determination as she prepared to lead the kingdom alone, without a fellow stark by her side. only a month after the birthing bed, she was called upon to assume this new mantle of authority. yet, her husband's unwavering faith in her, the trust he placed in his wife—an arryn, an outsider— or had it become she was an outsider to the lands of the vale. perhaps the snow and ice had hardened her skin.

"it is an honor to be the stark in winterfell," she declared, absorbing the magnitude of her new station. "i won’t let you down; i vow to prove myself worthy. when we return to winterfell, i will ensure there is ample space for those seeking refuge."

with their child in his tender embrace, she found solace and strength, witnessing his loving care for brandon, as well as his affectionate she had seen for edric and ravella. his kindness extended beyond his own family to encompass her as well, granting her a profound sense of gratitude and awe. the blessings she had received exceeded her wildest expectations.

"thank you, owen," she murmured with sincerity,. "thank you for entrusting me with our home. i will strive to be the leader our people deserve."

| a starter for @rosaaaryn​ | | setting: in highgarden before leaving for war |

“You will be the Stark in Winterfell. Edric will be with you and so will our Wisdom. He will guide you in matters of state and decision making. You are the queen of the North and it’s time for all to see you as such. Since the Dance, it was a responsibility to fall on Alys’ shoulders as my twin sister and the eldest girl here it was only fit. This time, you have given birth to Bran and Ravella. It is time. Of course, you will be tired as you recover and that’s where the wisdom will come in. I’ve need for Alys that will keep her far too busy for this.” 

Owen smiled at her, settling comfortably with Brandon in his arms. Another boy. Ravella was sleep and little Bran seemed to always be awake, always looking around. Owen promised he wouldn’t keep waking them so whenever they both were sleep he only woke one which was keeping his promise and on this day, Ravella would sleep. “I’ll leave soon and you’ll heal here with Ravella. Much of our court will return North, some prefer Winterfell, but those who will have need of you will be here until it’s safe for you to come home. At the very least, the neck. Greywater Watch is quite secure as is Moat Cailin.” 

Already planning. Always planning. Rebel. False King and his master. He kissed Bran’s forehead. 

“What say you, my lady wife?” 

[sarra-karstark]

TRUTH SERUM: Would you choose love or your family?

“My family. Every single time,” the lady responded with an icy stare and sheer determination in her voice.

( @wintervsuns, @starkwhitewolf, @rosaaaryn, @adam--stark, @ofwinterwinds, @edricxstark & @cassvstark )

[ravellaarryns]

who: @rosaaaryn​  where: the queens of winter and the mountains of the moon sit together within the private bedchambers of ravella within highgarden, upon the news of their niece's murder being broken to the queen in the north. a corpse had been found, and identified as the late daughter of rowan arryn.

and the sound of the crying that seemed to come from the lips of her sister at the news was a sound that would once have caused something within her to stir, the way it did upon hearing the way rosalyn's voice would break whilst having conversation within their father. never once had his favouritism of his eldest daughter gotten in the way of the sisterhood they shared. one that was not filled with affection from the queen of winter, but a level of tolerance that could only equate love.

"cry. you need cry. you can cry."

and yet now, there was nothing as she stood by the window; she had not spoken the words directly to her sister, instead allowing her to read the letter that had been received to the queen directly. the small council had already been gathered, and she attempted to ignore the ways in which lord stone's dark gaze looked upon her. somewhere along the way, it was decided that sacrifices would be needed to make the mountain stronger. the mountain needed to be fed, and falcons had lived in delusion for long enough. they were not untouchable. the mountain needed to be fed.

"the guards who allowed it were put to death by the lord commander."

how was it people reacted to news of such grief? did they sob and sound like a wounded animal, pouring their hearts out into the void amidst the wracking of shoulders? no, that would be entirely undignified. but rosalyn would react in that way, considering she was entirely fond of the girl. the daughter of rowan arryn. weakness ran in blood, and thus so did the undoing of their realm. sacrifices needed to be made to make matters stronger again. sacrifices needed to be made to ensure there was no threat to her own legitimacy, apart from what lay between her legs.

[tcrths]

STARTER FOR @rosa-arryn​

        THE STORM QUEEN did not think she knew this woman, not on a personal level.   her face didn’t jump to memory right away... but then again, kyra thought to herself, how many of the people you had she met recently that had been worth remembering?   never the less, she raised a cup in greeting;  “please, join the table if you wish, we are simply trading war stories,” or, rather, injury stories... the more wine the men had the more grand their tales became.   kyra simply sipped at her drink, while the men QUAFFED theirs down as if they were dying of thirst.   two were already off to find a brothel, if they could even find their feet and one other seemed to have passed out early, hugging what looked to be a rather large melon fruit.  “don’t mind them, girl, they look much rougher than they actually are,”  and she ought to know, they were men of her own crew afterall.