#brightwater keep

[mryoyo000]

WHY SELYSE FLORENT SHOULD BE QUEEN OF WESTEROS WITH TEXTUAL PROOF

It is once again time to recline and ponder the many gifts of Queen Selyse Florent. Over the course of five books, what other character has had such an illustrious career so full of achievement or lived a life so dazzling and rewarding? As the fiscal year draws to a close we can see that so much of Westeros owes thanks to Selyse and House Florent for keeping it real and being classy and lots of other stuff. You may think the Tyrells are smart and competent but that’s just fraudulent fraud from Highgarden.

I want to post of a few key passages that best demonstrate why Selyse Florent, mother of foxes, is so well-suited to the title of Queen.

1.

”Yes,” Lady Selyse agreed. “Patches’s helm. It suits you well, old man. Put it on again, I command you.” And I will serve you to the last, my sweet queen, Cressen thought, for suddenly he saw the way. “Thank you, Your Grace,” he intoned, bowing low. “I never realized until now how much I needed your discerning and fashionable eye. This helm enhances my style very much and I never would have had the confidence to express myself without you.”

2.

”Joffrey shall die,” Queen Selyse declared, serene in her confidence. Davis saw that her confidence was well-earned, with her regal poise and her flawless hair. He suddenly felt ashamed for being such a hater and decided that from now on, he would obey her without question.

3.

Queen Selyse pursed her lips. “Lord Snow, as Lady Val is a stranger to our ways, please send her to me, that I might instruct her in the duties of a noble lady toward her lord husband.” That will go splendidly, I know. Jon knew that Val looked up to Queen Selyse and was always hoping to have her be a mentor figure. “As you wish,” he said, “though if I might speak freely—” “No, I think not. Now you may sashay away.” Jon Snow bent his knee, bowed his head, withdrew. He knew that Selyse shouldn’t be disturbed because she was about to go give away free cars to a bunch of her fans.

[omerflorent]

The Household of Omer Florent

From Left to right

The Seneschal (Steward); Lord Declan Florent (In charge of the castle in Omer's absence and watches Allun for Omer)

Laundress; Miss Alara Florent  (Oversees cleaning staff, peronal attendant)

Constable; Lord Anwar Corbray (In charge of horses, grooms, and pages)

Cupbearer to Omer; Little Connor Florent (Little because his father is big Connor)

Baker; Miss Cara Florent (Oversees the kitchens and the kitchen staff.)

The Marshal; Ser Aziz Florent (Military, arms and discipline, knights, squires, men-at-arms)

Maester; Maester Ronan Florent (The Maester of Brightwater)

The Chamberlain; Ser Hafeez Corbray (Oversees care for the Lords Chambers)

Priest/Septon; Father Cormac Florent (The Septon of Brightwater)

Honoary Roles aka Nepotism; Lady Alia Corbray

The Castle Cook; Rory Florent (Oversees the main meals of the house)

Honoary Role; Lady Shelia Florent

Castle Knight; Ser McCauly Florent

Castle Knight; Ser Cian Florent

Entertainers, Painter; Lord Berk Corbray

Squire; Lord Donovan Florent

The Household of Omer Florent is one made up of family from his Florent side and Corbray side. People are usually surprised to find out Omer has such a large family considering her only refers to his sister and occasionally his Maester or Septon. They’re all quite loyal and most were arrested upon Allun taking over the Keep. Only Declan Florent proved to escape shackles which allowed him to update Omer on what was happening with in the castle. 

Declan is skeptical of the marriage because he worries deeply for his cousin and their home. A worry that has been eased at Lucrezia’s suggestion of naming him Omer’s heir until they have children. 

[malleefies]

Ser Aladore Florent, heir to Brightwater Keep, circa 209 AC.

[thetorturedlover]

House Florent of Brightwater Keep

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

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The Sovereign Lords of Brightwater Keep, House Florent is amongst the ancient noble lineages of the Reach, their legacy rivaled only by their pride. Descended from the cleverest of Garth Greenhand’s children, the Florents are renowned for their specialized interests and their tendency to serve as adept and influential advisors to the political leaders of Westeros. Even the most aloof Florent has been schooled in the subtleties of politics and it’s not rare to see Florents side by side with the power players of Westeros. While not the most openly influential of houses, the Florents know the cleverest place to be in politics is the whisper in the ear of the most powerful.

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[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @omerflorent where: brightwater, following the reach's departure from the west what: lulu is curious about some things following her conversation with lady lenora lefford...so she asks omer, ofc.

a shade of dark dusty rose swept over her thighs as the bottom skirts of her caftan traced the wooden floorboards beneath the forest green armchair, patterned with what appeared to be small emblems upon it, as well as a deep wooden polish she knew her husband would quietly appreciate the finish of. she liked this new armchair; she liked it very much. there was a cracking hearth which warmed her draped figure upon the armchair, and caused the sheen of the pomegranate seeds to reflect and glisten in the glow of the warm embers.

"i'm in here!" she leaned her head backward to let her voice carry through the arched wooden doorframe into the other main room, where there came the noises of a door shutting and a sword being unsheathed.

she remained in her chair, happily allowing the tips of her fingers to become stained red with the small pieces of pomegranate which she popped into her mouth; yet she ensured to turn her head toward the open arch, waiting. and when a very familiar figure appeared in the doorway, a smile seemed to cross naturally over her features as she leaned forward to take another bite of the pomegranate, before silently offering him some of the bowl she suspected he most likely would refuse. but the work had been done in unpeeling it.

and when omer florent trailed around the armchair, it would have been then he realised that his wife was adorned in what appeared to be the fuzziest of robes atop her dusty pink silk nightgown.

"you like it?" she asked, a laugh ready slipping from her mouth; perhaps he were expecting her to be wearing something slightly more appealing. but it were strangely cold this windy night in brightwater keep, and she had been ignoring every sound of creaking lest she look to the left and see the granny who had long since been dead.

"i think it well worth engaging in." she extended her hand to him as she pulled her knees up in the armchair, appearing akin to a fluffy ball, especially with her hair left to dry naturally after bathing. and when he closed the distance between them, she leaned forward in the armchair to bring her lips against his own, a hand going to softly cup his cheek before she pulled away, quietly tracing her thumb against his jaw and keeping her forehead against his own.

"how was your day? i meant to try and at least see you at lunch, but things overran and by the time i got there you had left to meet with the scouts."

[sapphircd]

closed   starter   for   :   gwayne   florent   &   trystane   tyrell   @steelfyre

"do you like it?" like the fox he was he'd slipped inside highgarden and found the one individual he felt too much about. in truth, the heir to brightwater keep knew deep down that he did not wish hardships upon trystane, yet he was to be the main cause for his downfall if he got what he wanted. "the dragons, emperor, and nobles within your home - asking for directions from the future ruling lord of house tyrell." there was no denying the mockery in his tone, the seething tone of venom which coated every syllable. "it suits you." to his own surprise, he meant it and yet his words were filled with disgust. once he would've stood beside him, happy, content - and then reality struck and there was no denying trystane was his nemesis in life.

[agentrouka-blog]

Why do the great houses in the Reach who complain about the Tyrells (including the Florents) being "upjumped stewards" being their overlords say that, when the Tyrells themselves are also descended from House Gardener from a past ancestor, just like all the other houses in the Reach are? And I'm sure the other houses know that.

I mean, it's pretty evident in the text?

It was not their royal blood that made Aegon Targaryen choose to name the Tyrells as Lords of Highgarden, Wardens of the South, and Lords Paramount of the Reach after King Mern IX, the last of the Gardener kings, died, along with all his sons, upon the Field of Fire. Those honors were won by the prudence of Harlan Tyrell, who opened the gates of Highgarden at Aegon's approach and pledged himself and his family to House Targaryen. Afterward, a number of the other great houses of the Reach complained bitterly about being made vassals of an "upjumped steward" and insisted that their own blood was far nobler than that of the Tyrells. It cannot be denied that the Oakhearts of Old Oak, the Florents of Brightwater Keep, the Rowans of Goldengrove, the Peakes of Starpike, and the Redwynes of the Arbor all had older and more distinguished lineages than the Tyrells, and closer blood ties to House Gardener as well. Their protests were of no avail, however...mayhaps in part because all these houses had taken up arms against Aegon and his sisters on the Field of Fire, whereas the Tyrells had not. (The World of Ice and Fire - The Reach: House Tyrell)

Harlan Tyrell was the more glamorous equivalent of Vayon Poole at Winterfell, with some very distant Stark ancestry thrown in. Imagine Vayon Poole opening the gates of Winterfell to the Targaryens after they burned the whole of House Stark and then being named Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North in return? The noble houses of the North would be upset, too. The Karstarks would demand to inherit instead, based on their closer shared ancestry.

Not saying it's not classist to look down on them for having held this office, though that's pretty standard in their feudal society, but the term "upjumped" tends to be used when an honor is deemed not properly earned, like an "upjumped squire" who was raised to knighthood based on reasons other than the required skill. Hence calling the Tyrells "upjumped stewards" for being raised to the rulership of the entire Reach is an expression of some political misgivings beyond just their previous status.

[no-one-picked-maris]

from brightwater keep

I don't own the gif

This is smut

I didn't proof read it

Oral, fem receiving, doggy style...things this character actually wouldn't do because, friends, this guy does not fuck.

You had not thought he’d remember you  - of lower rank and just as small  (he spat at your feet when you were both aged 8).

"By all rights and BY LAW my FATHER should be lord paramount of the Reach!" you said indignantly.

"Well, he isn't, is he?" the young Prince yelled right back.

You swore to yourself you’d never go back to King’s Landing or see that stupid Prince again. Even worse, once he lost his eye…you were both a little alike.  His disdain grew - 

Ugly girl stupid girl stupid stupid sick girl 

Blind little shit you’d finally said in return to his taunts. His face burned beat red and small fists clenched

oh, oh - 

You’d finally arrived in King’s Landing earlier that morning, raw and cold from your journey - Sickly then as you were aged 8, you knelt nervously near the library’s fire.  

“Cold? Of course,” a familiar spat.  

You turned to Aemond - Gods how he’d grown taller now… you had not thought he’d remember you.  Beyond your control - you suppose.  Raising to properly greet him - a curtsy of course (mind the high rank, oh you must mind it) - you narrowly avoided smirking at the jagged scar across his stupid face.  Assisting your control, embarrassment. He’d also grown so, so handsome and you weren’t quite sure what to make of that. 

The rush of a small breath from across the room indicated, you were reasonably sure, the feeling was mutual.  

“My Lord,” 

“My Lady,” 

Empty ringing in the air.  The silence is uncomfortable and his eyes just roam your body.  The entitlement.  Unshaken, unnerved, impulsive - “I’d like to kiss you, but my ladies have just done my hair,” you said before you could stop yourself - your hand resting on the bottom of your chin, you giggled.

Before turning on your toes and walking quickly towards the north wall, sure you were remembering right, sure there was a secret door at the corner.  You’d enter, go south, get away.  Enter, go south, get away - before you could hear any consequence of your mouth.  Stupid little shit you thought of yourself. 

You thought not much longer as fingers wrapped themselves around your upper arm and pull you close.  You can smell the kid leather, the faint sweat, perfume and whatever else.   The only thing you can do is look straight up.

“I didn’t think you’d be so pretty…” he said, his hand drifting slowly down your cheek.  “A nice surprise.”

You began to shake.  He only squeezed your arm more tightly in response. 

“Where’s my kiss?” He asked - you hadn’t thought he’d return your boldness.  

You bit your lip tentatively before rising on your tiptoes.  What could it hurt, what would he do?  Your lips met his, tasting sweet traces of wine and whatever else.  It was simple, sweet and done.    His hand made its way to your waist so lazily, like the kiss would last forever.  You braced yourself on his chest as you pulled away.  

“Let me go,” you said in the darkened corner of passage.  He only pulled you closer and whispered no into your forehead.  The world suddenly spun and it was then your cheek met the cold, damped wall. 

“Oh!” A gasp of surprise left your mouth as the Prince pushed you against the wall.  He ran his hand up your body resting on your shoulder.  The kisses on your neck teased and tickled.  His hand moves between the wall and your cheek, cupping it so sweetly.  The same couldn’t be said of his other hand - wantonly roaming your body and grasping your breasts and lower still.  You bit your lip again. Stay quiet. Quiet. 

The cold air nipping your ankles told you your skirt was rising higher and higher.  The air kissed each part of your leg followed by the lightest touches of his fingers.  A ridiculous angle, you’re sure, but you’re not sure you care.  The kisses left your neck, a sudden cold vacuum.  Instinctively your hand raised to replace the warmth of Aemond’s affections and pushed yourself away from the wall. His hands let you, as they now travelled down your back, your hips. His hands placed themselves at your hips and pulled you back just the littlest bit. 

You know exactly what’s exposed and you know exactly what he’s going to do the moment before his lips meet your cunt.  You involuntarily intake a breath as his tongue enters you.  The smallest moan left your lips as his mouth explored you - tongue working so diligently, so softly.  You can hear it, so faintly, as his tongue laps you all up.  His hands grips your hips and they’re so full of you.  He pulls you closer and his tongue goes faster.  It’s long and languid against all of your wetness now - then your entrance.

Long and languid.

Then inside.

Long and languid.

Then inside.    

Small moans are echoing off of the walls and they’re yours - uh

A few more moments of this and his lips encircle your pearl.  The simple kisses and slight sucks make your knees shake, a pot of water boiling in your belly.  Like a knife’s edge, you almost fall off.  You press against his mouth and met resistance from his hands - holding you in place. In defiance of your movement.  You bite your lip harder and sunk your head into your arms.  Oh my Gods. He couldn’t have learned this at the brothel?

“I’m too big for you,” he said suddenly, having left your pearl in the care of his hands.  You can feel his cock at your entrance, teasing you softly, deceptively resting.  “Can’t you feel it?  It won’t fit,”, he teased you.  “Do you want to try?” 

You pressed against him, the girth providing resistance.

“Yeah,” you mewled.  

He smirked.  “That’s a good girl,” he said, smiling.  “So good, so pretty,”  he whispered into the crook of your neck.  He rubbed your pearl gently, ensuring your wetness was replenished.  A knife’s edge, you can barely control it. 

His hands gripped your hips and you braced yourself against the wall.  Aemond began to press, the littlest bit. The head of his cock began to enter, the girth providing the sweetest sting.  You heard him spit and felt him dampen his length.  “Take a deep breath for me baby,” he whispered into your neck.  An intake of your breath and he pressed further.  Each centimeter of the tip of his cock kissed the inside of you - he continued to push and his breath began to quicken.   Teasing you with the tip of his cock, he pushed his hips back and forth.  His breath is coming quicker now, you’re sure your hips will be bruised when this is done. He’s gripping so hard, and over your shoulder you can see the desire in his eye. 

He still teases you with the tip of his cock, the tendons in your thighs going crazy and your cunt dripping.  

“Fuck me, baby,” you said - before you could stop yourself, as is your habit.

“Hmmm?” Aemond said, pretending not to hear you.

“Fuck me, baby,” you said again, pressing against him. Just take the hint please please please

He smirked against your neck and moved one hand to your waist.  

You again bit your lip and closed your eyes as he pressed against your entrance.  A couple more teases with the tip of his cock and he pushed inside of you fully.  You felt his breath pour over your neck as his cock kissed your cervix.  You both sunk to the floor, finally, each of your legs giving out.  You felt his weight against your back and the steady rise and fall of his chest.  

It was second nature that made you lower your face to the stone ground, resting upon your hands.  His hands affixed themselves in their place, your quickly bruising, slender hips.  

“Uhhhhh,” you let out - pushing your face into your hands to stifle any subsequent sounds.  With each thrust of his hips the coil inside of you tightened, the water boiled over.  Sweat droplets hit your back and you kept pressing against him.  You wouldn’t be able to stop it when it started and his little ragged breaths shook something loose inside of you.  Harder now, quicker now, rougher now...Don’t stop now. Don’t stop don’t…- your shoulders reached your ears and you touched against your orgasm as he squeezed emerging blackened bruises.

The bubble pops over the surface of the pot, just once.  Shorter and shorter durations between each burst, pressing against his hips and moving up and down.  A bitch in heat, oh yes.  He thrusts quickened so wonderfully, the sound of his hips against yours filled the secret chamber, oh gods you were sure someone heard.  Pressing into your hands and screaming so quietly, boiling over bursting over, feeling each and every inch inside of you in and out and in and out.  

Eventually you fall over the knife’s edge with a heaved shuddering moan.  Static in your toes and panting against the floor - he ruts through your orgasm and shudders to his own.  His weight rests on top of you, sweat glistening on the top of his forehead.  You kissed the side of his lip, tasting salt and sweat and accomplishment.  

What a wonderful welcome. 

[grandmaester-ollidor]

( Jonathan Bailey + CisMale + he/him/his ) ⸻ beneath snowfall and darkness, OLLIDOR FLORENT arrives into king’s landing, an 40 year old GRAND MAESTER of BRIGHTWATER KEEP. surviving the conquest is no small feat, only someone so CHARISMATIC and KNOWLEDGEABLE could do so, yet remain HAUGHTY and HEDONISTIC, will they get through the long night, or become one with the other’s?

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. ollidor florent ( pronounced : olly - door ). 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. olli. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. grand maester. 𝐀𝐆𝐄. forty. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. cis man ( he/him/his ). 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single + vowed to celibacy SEXUALITY. homoexual. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍. faith of the seven. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. the seven kingdoms, the iron throne . 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒. common tongue, high valyrian (including a few free city variants).

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5'10". 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 160 lbs. 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃. athletic. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. dark brown. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. brown, greying. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍. fair, can tan. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒. none.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. chaotic neutral. 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒��. charismatic, compassionate, decisive, discreet, objective & observant. 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓. arrogant, calculating, haughty, hedonistic, & indulgent.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tbd. 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. ruling lord open florent, 55. lord open florent, 53.  lord open florent, 47. lady open utp nee florent, 43.  𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄. none. 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. tbd.

Ollidor is the youngest of five children, with three older brothers he was seen as expendable and it was decided that he would eventually be sent to the Citadel for training to become a Maester. 

Ollidor arrived for his training when he was 11, he proved to be an exceptional student and completed his chain within 8 years when he was 19. 

He remained in Oldtown working with the Archmaesters rather than serving a castle, during that time he formed a positive relationship with them all because of his charm, and wit. 

He was voted Grand Maester by the Conclave when he was 35, because several older men were all named to the role and died quickly in a row, so they sought a younger healthier man. 

He has been Grand Maester for 5 years now

Throughout his time as a Maester, and ow Grand Maester he has not always honored the vow of celibacy.

[strangedreamings]

S2E7 (spoilers abound)

Addam, you'd better come clean about your parentage soon. The guy probably doesn't even know his dragon's name.

Alicent bemoaning that she served her House (it's telling that she didn't say "family") and the Realm her entire life only to be cast aside. Honey, did you really think you'd have a different fate than countless other noblewomen? You did, didn't you? Pathetic.

Fucking hell, woman, you want go sightseeing in the Kingswood (a huge forest outside of KL) with no one accompanying you but one member of the Kingsguard? You have a death wish. Or maybe she really does have a death wish and wants to either kill herself or have him do it. That's not in the book but that hasn't stopped the writers before.

Larys and Ironrod talking about Seasmoke. Larys really wants to dismiss this? Granted, it took a game of telephone for the info to get to Ironrod, but still, he's not being a very good Master of Whisperers if he dismisses rumors like that.

Ser Alfred's being a contrary shithead again. Can Seasmoke eat him, please?

Mysaria suggests looking at the Targ bastards. Finally!

Corlys, just acknowledge your bastard(s) and put everyone out of their misery.

Young Oscar is brave enough to stand up to Daemon but wise? Nah. Still, keep an eye on him. Can he tell Daemon's lost his fucking mind? Unclear, but he doesn't trust him one bit, good. I just checked, Oscar survives the Dance in the book. Let's see if the writers will give him that.

Hell, he might not even survive this gathering of the Riverlords.

Forget what I said, Oscar's very wise for someone his age. Let's just hope he can keep his head (literally and figuratively). He's making Daemon "dispense justice." Daemon is looking every one of his 48 years (which is interesting since Matt is 41), the stress is really getting to him.

Did Daemon imagine this whole thing? Alys and the curse are really getting to him.

Wouldst thou like to live deliciously, Daemon?

Half-dead Viserys who actually sounds pretty lively and is making a lot of sense.

Speaking of half-dead, hi, Aegon. Your PT isn't going very well.

Corlys semi-acknowledging his bastard son Alyn. Interesting.

Rhaena going dragon hunting. This can't end well.

Alicent's camping trip. She doesn't want to go back and I don't blame her, but honey, you can't stay in the woods forever. Go to your mom's family's place, Brightwater Keep.

Whoa, Jace is getting racist on us. Or maybe the writers were trying for "snobbish," but a white man calling a Black man a "mongrel" can never be seen as anything but racist. "What are we then?" Well, you're a bastard half-Targaryen, Jace, which actually makes you no better than bastard half-Velaryon Addam. At least Addam's not being a pissbaby about it. Honestly, the Battle of the Gullet can't come soon enough.

Oh, Jace, your mother should fucking slap you for how you're speaking to her right now. "And now you say you will strip that from me too." When did she ever say that? Jace, you are so full of shit. You may have a Targaryen mother but you are no Blood of the Dragon.

Ulf. I don't like this guy. I get the purpose he serves in the narrative, I just don't think he's interesting.

Is this blacksmith claiming to be a son of Saera Targaryen, courtesan sister of Daemon and Viserys' parents Baelon and Alyssa? If so, they've changed Saera's story quite a bit. She wasn't just a courtesan, she was THE courtesan in Volantis. Hmm.

So their daughter did die. Yeah, she looked like she was at death's door the last time we saw her. Still, it's sad. Oh, this guy's Hugh Hammer, that makes some sense.

Okay, that's a lot of Targ bastards. Why stop at just two dragons, Rhaenyra? Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, and Sheepstealer are also available, though their riders would have to both claim and tame them.

Vermithor's turn for a barbecue, lovely. Hey, Hugh, is gaining a dragon worth losing your wife?

This idiot Ulf got lost in the caverns. Did he just step on an egg? He's pissed off Good Queen Alysanne's dragon Silverwing. She's claimed him? Great.

Ulf has taken it upon himself to fly Silverwing to KL. Or maybe it was Silverwing's idea and he's just along for the ride, he doesn't seem to be controlling her at all.

Aemond, I really hope you're not thinking of facing a dragon on horseback. You're not that stupid. Oh, there's Vhagar. Poor thing just wants to retire. So the two of them follow Ulf and Silverwing to Dragonstone, THEN Aemond decides to turn back? Whatever.

Nice seeing Syrax, Vermithor, and Silverwing in one shot.

Preview for the season finale. "The Prince Regent is angry, there is no telling what he would do." Larys, have you been paying attention SINCE SEASON ONE? Aemond is ALWAYS angry.

Aemond wants his grieving sister to fly into battle? Honey, she's never even SEEN a battle, let alone participated in one. Does she even know "dracarys"?

Well, the finale will be interesting, at the very least.

[mryoyo000]

Hopes and dreams for House Florent

Who else hopes House Florent becomes the ruling house by the end of Asoiaf???

[omerflorent]

who: @conallblackbar what: while in the westerlands omer visits with the men in the camps coming across many of the clover folk including his blackbar cousin.

"The best thing in nature for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. And boys I have wondered if lightning and thunder were made from the plunder of whisky me boys."

It was the clearest sign the folks of the clover had found a fire to sit around and have their talks. And in the dark of night in the Westerlands, in the dense camps of knights and lords; high and petty alike, found a common love in their lives. One that Omer himself struggled to separate himself from and yet, the need was a craving he found himself giving into more and more. What started as a sip from a friends glass turned into this. His wife knew there would be at least one he would spend with boys around the fire and still, there was a guilt that came with it.

It always started fun. And then it came with everything else. The next song started and he didn't know what it was because he was somewhere else now. He was standing in the solar of Brightwater staring his father in the face. 'Why don't you love, father? What have I done?' 'I love you, son. I don't like ya. I regret ya. And ya only saving grace is ya mother.' All happening as Gilbert Hightower blubbered in the corner and his father drew on him. And he would have killed him if Omer the feeling of being dumbfounded to keep him stuck in place.

Omer stood up and he almost fell over, and as he steadied himself he backed away from the laughter, what was he doing? Mourning a man who ... Omer no longer knew. A man held together but string and armor. A man so fragile that a strong breeze could erase who remained.

"What do you want Conall Blackbar?" Omer looked over his shoulder as he struggled to reach into the sliver case on his waist, finally just pulling it off and taking out a smoke.

[ofdutyx]

lady melessa florent .

while      my      roots      dig      deeper      inside      and      my      leaves      stay      bundled      up      tight,      i      felt      my      face      get      bigger      than      life.      not      only      did      i      survive,      i      learned      to      blossom,      finding      sunlight      in      the      grey,      knowing      i      will      be      okay.      i      learned      to      blossom,      finding      sunlight      in      the      grey,      flowing      lifeline      with      no      rain.      i   learned   to      blossom. - - -

# basic information.

official  name:  melessa florent.  nicknames:  lessa, les.  noble  title:  lady of brightwater keep.  date  of  birth:  april 14, 824 ac.  age:  twenty-five.  birthplace:  brightwater, the reach.  home:  brightwater keep, the reach.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cis woman.  pronouns:  she/her.  orientation:  heterosexual.  monikers:  none at the moment.  languages:  the common tongue.  accent:  whatever the reach has.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  choi yewon.  ethnicity:  korean.  hair:  dark brown.  eyes:  brown.  height:  5'5.  build:  slender.  scent:  peaches.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  some minor ones from childhood.  distinguishing  features:  prominent ears, often hidden by her hair.  clothing  style:  fine, but simply designed gowns and robes ; pieces that draw little attention.

# personality.

label:   the wallflower.   mbti:   isfp.   enneagram:   the peacemaker - type nine.   element:   water.   star   sign:   libra.   temperament:   very, very low.   character   inspirations:   laney boggs from she’s all that ; tara maclay from buffy the vampire slayer.   deadly   sin:   envy.   heavenly   virtue:   chastity.   godly   parent:   demeter.

# drives.

hobbies:  painting, flower pressing, bird watching, mushroom collecting, gardening.  religion:  faith of the seven.  alliance:  house florent/her siblings.  personal goals:  to shine some light into the darkness that is clouding her eldest sibling.  would they choose family or power?  family.

# familial ties.

parent one:  axwell florent.  relationship:  negative.  parent two:  melara florent nee blackbar. relationship:  positive.  spouse:  none. relationship:  none.  sibling:  gwayne florent ( eldest sibling ). relationship:  very close.  sibling:  — florent ( older sibling ). relationship:  tba. 

# brief history.

tw: mentions of abuse. one would think being born into a noble family would make life easy. alas, for the florent children, their fates would be that of pain and suffering at the hands of the man they called father. for melessa, she was spared the worst of it–the sacrifice her eldest brother, gwayne, made had left him to bear the marks of the torment instead. at such a tender age, the girl would often cower behind her brother, both hoping and expecting that he would come between her and the wrath of their father. her brother never failed her, and it was only when melessa grew older that she understood that damage that such actions had caused the person she relied on most. the fear that was instilled in melessa as a child carried on into adulthood. she did not speak out of turn. she did not disobey. and she did not dare bring any ill attention to the family. instead, when foul emotions arose, the youngest florent would find solace in her paints. and when painting wouldn’t suffice, it was the outdoors that brought her comfort. from gardening to gathering mushrooms ( and even sitting outside for hours watching the birds ), melessa found perfect escapes from a less than pleasant family life. even in her grown years, melessa has found herself relying heavily on her siblings, particularly gwayne. she has made it her recent mission to bring some sort of light into his life–anything that would help shrink the darkness that grows inside him. the last thing she wants is to see her brother turn into the man their father is. and she will do anything to ensure she succeeds, even if it means putting off her own chance at marriage, children, and a life away from her father.

# headcanons.

melessa has little interest in marriage right now, as her focus is solely on her brother’s wellbeing. this has lead to her avoiding social events meant to promote such arrangements. when an event is unavoidable, she will simply make herself as small as she can and sink to the back of the room. her favorite bird is the black-throated blue warbler. though she paints anything and everything, her favorite subject to paint is nature, particularly flowers. she has a large collection of flowers that she has dried and pressed into books. they are amongst her most prized possessions. melessa takes her chastity very seriously, so seriously that the lady of brighthall has not even bestowed a romantic kiss upon another. even skin to skin contact with a male who is not of her own blood feels uncomfortable. like the rest of her family, melessa is less than pleased with house tyrell. what she feels for them is the closest thing to hatred she can muster. if she can help her family take the reach back, she will…even if it means doing things she never thought she would.

# wanted  connections.

birds of a feather:  friendship. - whether it’s painting, bird watching, or something else, your muse and melessa have bonded over it. though it can often be hard to find time to enjoy the hobby together, they always cherish the moments they can meet up. ( open for two muses, women only. she’s not about to catch a rumor. )

the unmasking: friendship - your muse has decided that melessa is far too lovely and kind to be hiding herself away from others. your muse has made it their mission to gently ease melessa out of her shell, hoping to unleash a beautiful, vibrant butterfly from her cocoon. ( open. women/fem. presenting only. )

a gentle failure: former betrothal - for some reason we’ll decide upon, a betrothal between your muse and melessa went bad. melessa holds no ill will toward your muse, as she’s far too gentle-hearted to do so. truthfully, she was quite relieved, as it meant she didn't have to leave her siblings' sides. this can be recent or years ago. ( open, men only. )the temptation: strong attraction - your muse has somehow managed to give melessa thoughts she almost never has. your presence tests her chastity and morals to the point it appears she is constantly angry with your muse. the anger and annoyance is only her attempt to convince herself she doesn't want to know what your muse's lips taste like. ( open, men only. )

from a distance:  one sided crush. - melessa is oblivious that your muse has very much noticed her at all the events she tries to go unnoticed at. your muse has decided to take the careful approach, learning what he can about her before swooping in to make his interest known. it’s unlikely that melessa will return any romantic interest, but who knows. ( open, men only. )

[skiddoutofmydepth]

Offscreen Post: Grandtree Preparation

Elias walked the path through the Heartwood, keeping close to the tall grass for an easy escape out of habit.

Approaching Grandtree Arena, he paused as the buzzing sounds of Scyther wings reaches his ears. He looked down to Brightwater and Lucky 2 walking alongside him for reassurance and continued.

Irida and Lian were waiting for him at the altar just before the massive tree. "You are with the Galaxy Team but you keep your pokémon free, outside of those pokéball devices." Irida observed. "And you came from the rift in the sky, from the Space beyond."

Lian thought for a moment. "The lightning that struck Kleavor came from the rift too. I wonder if that's related to your appearance here."

"Whatever the reason, we do need to calm Lord Kleavor. I have gathered the ingredients for the offerings, and your professor provided the materials to make the balms for you to throw."

Elias nods. "Let's get crafting then."

As they filled the pouches with food, they talked about Elias' coming confrontation with Lord Kleavor.

"I hope you are ready for this. Lord Kleavor is dangerously powerful even without the frenzy he's currently suffering from." Lian sets the last balm in the basket, giving a concerned look to the Galaxy member. "Not to doubt you too much, but I've seen how you avoid the Scyther that live around here. Those tactics will not work. You'll have to stay agile, waiting for openings to throw balms and have your pokémon attack."

Steeling himself, Elias grabs the basket of balms. "Yeah I'm ready. Just... Dodge the blades an' hit him with the balms."

With that, he slid down the slope into the Arena.

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Wanted Site Connection

The current lord of House Florent, Leo is 30, and inherited his seat of Brightwater Keep three years ago. Known for his intense and dramatic nature, Leo is seen as a bit of an outlier to his often more sensible and dutiful family members. As Prince Aegon’s second cousin through the dowager Queen Alicent, Leo was assigned as one of Aegon’s childhood companions where the two became fast friends continually causing mischief side by side. Even as adults, Prince Aegon remains Leo’s best friend and Leo can frequently be found at Dragonstone more often than his own seat. With a strong interest in ghosts, curses, and storytelling, Leo is known for the dark and supernatural themes of the plays he writes and has performed either at his own home or on Dragonstone. People come from miles around to watch the performances, which is how Leo met his wife Lady Emma who traveled with her family to see one of his plays performed. After her departure, the two exchanged letters back and forth where Leo fell completely head over heels in love. He proposed at the end of that year and still asserts there is no woman in the world more perfect than Emma. Suggested faceclaim: Jaime Campbell-Bower in Will

Note: Character traits, faceclaim, and details are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

Leo Florent is particularly wanted by his best friend Prince Aegon Targaryen, as well as by Princess Helaena, Lord Dalton Greyjoy, Penny Greyjoy, Prince Daeron Targaryen, Dowager-Queen Alicent Hightower, Lyonel Hightower, Samantha Hightower, and Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell

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