#c: katherine

[ravellaarryns]

who: @withsilvereyes when and where: casterly rock, within the audience chamber of queen katherine serrett. the falcon queen requests to speak with the queen of the west, and it has caused a rippled effect through the courts. context: secret's out

the chamber was cold despite the roaring fire; or perhaps that was just ravella, feeling how cold her skin was beneath her own touch. shadows flickered along the stone walls, twisting the banners of a grand lion into strange shapes, something her orbs of ice seemed to transfix upon. ravella arryn sat with a straight spine, her gown a cascade of black velvet and silver embroidery, the raven of house arryn perched at her chest like a bird of prey.

her pale hands, adorned with rings of moonstones and obsidian, rested lightly on the table, unmoving, while her expression remained inscrutable. the lions had always roared so loudly; perhaps it is time they learned silence.

katherine serrett sat opposite her, gilded in the golden finery of her house, her presence warm and vibrant in stark contrast to ravella's cold austerity. the silence between them stretched like a taut wire, neither willing to break it first. finally, ravella's voice sliced through the still air, smooth and measured, yet laced with an undercurrent sharp enough to draw blood. and yet, this situation - well, it was all fun for ravella arryn.

as serious and solemn as she appeared, within the manacles of her mind, she were already laughing hysterically into a void of nothing. laughing in the face of what had once been her biggest worry, what kept her up and threatened to drain her of her beauty; ravella arryn had no threat to her place in the line of succession. not from the womb of a lannister, at least.

"it is not often we find ourselves in the same room. a curious thing, given how closely our houses were once entangled." her dark eyes lingered on katherine, unblinking, her gaze as heavy as the stones of the eyrie. she leaned forward slightly, her hands now steepled together. ""there have been revelations that are of concern. my noble court have pulled at threads and severed those that threaten the integrity of our ancestry, and our line. an enlightening pursuit."

why did she pick katherine to tell? perhaps because she wished to inflict as much issue upon as many of the lannisters as possible. because perhaps, she wished to see whether katherine was willing to expose the truth in order to save her own skin.

her voice was soft, but there was nothing gentle about it. her words carried the weight of something venomous, poised to strike. "your good sister and my brother are to go down in history, for another reason other than the tragedy of it all." there was no sense of compassion in her voice, no sense of regret or grief for her hand in how her brother had ultimately been butchered. somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered seeing the figure of axell royce in the thickest of woods, to return to find those wildlings sat at her table.

ravella’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile, a cold imitation of warmth. "the king of the blade was no arryn at all. but a bastard born of shadow, wearing a crown that was never his to claim. and his line, born of an illegitimate union, remain as rotten as his father." she leaned back in her chair, the firelight catching the glint of her rings. "that boy carries no worth or claim to anything but whispers and scandal. a lannister tainted by falsehoods, and a bastard which has been granted wealth for...what exactly?" she asked, her ruby lips spreading into an inhumane smirk.

"it will be made public. all will know the vale of arryn's line of succession remains legitimate. cleansed. restored."

[hellohamish]

where; sure whomst; kat @xkilljxy​

“I have a very important question for you. Well, two questions. Well, maybe three. At the most five. I think. Not all at once, though.”

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[gcuienveres]

who: @withsilvereyes​ where: the private audience chambers of queen katherine of house serrett, the second wife king tyland lannister, first of his name. this is set following the incident that occurred between leo lefford and guinevere lannister.

there was a meeting of ladies of noble birth within the chambers of the queen that evening, a formal introduction to them all as the new, coronated queen of the westerlands remained sat upon the golden chair that was traditionally her place to sit. it were not as though she needed introducing, considering queen katherine serrett used to be in the company of such occasions when the ruling queen of the westerlands was a certain spoiled tyrell. and yet still, there was no denying the fact that she had called this out of tradition: and to cement herself, and her position. 

to go from lady in waiting to queen of the most powerful realm in all the continent was a slippery slope, especially in a world such as this one.

and for some reason it felt as though there was something lingering in the air between them, as guinevere sat at the ornately decorated table, where a feast had been provided for all those attendance. as though there was something that needed to be said, some purpose for which the queen wanted to speak with her. the amount of people in these chambers was enough for her to quietly disassociate, planting a smile on her face when and as was needed. and the ladies circled around their new queen, no doubt ready to rip one another’s eyes out for a chance to be a chief in lady in waiting, a permanent position in court - not necessarily controlled by a father or a brother. 

somewhere along the lines, her gaze had met with cerissa lefford; across a table. she wondered whether cerissa found these sort of events difficult too. so much talking, so much talking that ultimately meant nothing: just another event for surviving a court of elegant savagery and trying to climb the ranks. eventually, whilst the night continued and she knew it was only appropriate to do so, she rose from her chair and presented herself directly to queen katherine herself. bowing into a curtsy, a public one so it was clear this lannister was entirely accepting of the change in hierarchy, she rose with her hands clasped before her necklace, adorning a seven pointed star.

“your gracious majesty.” she spoke, her tone entirely formal. there was no source of warmth in it, only formality; the elegance and poised nature that came with repeating sentences again and again until her mother was happy with how she sounded. “i extend my gratitude for your organisation of such an evening. how pleasant it is to see the ladies of the court come together.” lies, considering it were obvious to see guinevere was by far the most unsocial one there.

[songbirdsmelodies]

Happy birthday, Katherine!!

[doncalma]

Location: Benito’s Home Closed Starter: @kattcalled​

Benito flipped his last pancake making it twirl in the air two before hitting the pan once more. He did love cooking whenever he had time, but it was one of his least used talents. He had learned to cook from his mother before she had passed away. Unlike his father, his mom was quite caring and treated him like a the child that he was. She would wake him up every single weekend at 6 am, so that they could start making breakfast to feed their small family of four. His dad would never sit at the table, and would grab the first thing he saw on his way out the door. By the time they sat down for breakfast it was him, his mother, and a baby Verity. 

Today was much different though. He had invited both Verity and Katherine over for breakfast at his place, but he knew Verity was still pretty angry with him so he’d be surprise if she even showed. That was alright though, he thought to himself, him and Kat could enjoy the breakfast without her and then maybe they could go do some shopping. 

“Coming!” He yelled towards the door when he heard the bell chime. 

[vamprxism]

closed @etcrnalfangs

" Katerina, enough. " His hand catches her wrist, eyes pouring forward, patience exhausted.

[heirtothetrib]

send me    “ unexpected guest “    for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,  injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home. ( from kitty but also they’re roommates so..? )

It's not the first time he's come home from work with her in his bed. Usually she's just being abnormally affectionate but also wanting the comfort of a bed rather than the couch. But today he had come home, her curled up under the soft moonlight, a bandage across her forehead and dozing. "Jesus, Kitty. What did you get up to today?" he asked, quietly sitting his bag down and joining her on her bed. "What did you hit your head on?"

[wearetheonesx]

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ? ( liv to katherine )

"I wouldn't put it past you after-" the way I treated you.... She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes, for the first time since they knew each other that she actually showed that she felt threatened. She took a deep breath, locked her gaze on Olivia and then realized that she made no sense at all. It was not one, but multiple steps too far for the prosecutor. Katherine was aware that no matter the hate between them, Olivia had standards far higher than she did. "Who would profit from this aside from you"

[wearetheonesx]

"Shh, you don't have to be nervous" Words whispered in Lottie's ear as she pressed her body closer. "Do you trust me?" Katherine, who was a rich and succesful defense lawyer, had bought this rooftop bar for many reasons. Closing it down for the night so she could tend to a young attractive student was not uncommon to her. There was a lot of space to enjoy one another. "I want you to take off your clothes... Undress for me" she stepped back and licked her lips, glancing at the glass wall that provided a view of the city, in front of it was a couch and a salon table to enjoy one's drinks. During the open hours, this place was thriving, but now a sole bartender was catering them on the other end of the roof, just out of sight. "Don't worry about him, he will only come if I ask him to"

open to : m / f connection : best friend / older brothers friend / sisters friend / something a little ta.b00 if you'd like / age gap welcome / someone she shouldn't be sleeping with / etc

❝N..no! No! I'm excited! I'm just a ... ❞ Voice trails off uncertainly for a moment ands hands wring together before she finds her voice, ❝I'm just a little nervous is all.❞ Cheeks flush at the idea that has been presented and Lottie manages a giggle before she's forced to look away just seconds before her next question. ❝Just uh ... walk me through it again please?❞

[casterlygldcs]

SHE WITH NO RIVAL: QUEEN KATHERINE OF HOUSE SERRETT, FIRST OF HER NAME

listed below is a detailed history of lady queen katherine serrett's association with king tyland lannister throughout the years. it is important to note that whilst these two have woven in and out of one another's lives, never once did it become physically inappropriate.

lord tyland lannister, heir to casterly rock and warden of the west, first met the lady of silverhill at one of the court of casterly's luxurious balls, specifically for his twenty third nameday. various maidens had been brought forward to marry the heir of casterly rock. katherine serrett was one of the seven westerland women playing the seven virtues of the faith: humility, specifically. they shared a dance as part of a greater sequence, and parted ways.

two years later, lord tyland lannister and lady katherine serrett crossed paths once again at a tourney, the specific tourney which ended in lord arron lannister resorting to extreme levels of violence. during this tourney, tyland had asked the lady of silverhill for her favour before he was to joust against her brother, lord adrian.

it was decided tyland would marry the eldest daugher of house tyrell, helena. for with her came the bountiful trade of the reach, and ensured they were allied against their neighbouring iron isles. in this, house serrett felt as though their chance to secure their position had slipped. tyland and helena married in an ornate ceremony, shortly before the death of lord tymond lannister, his father.

when the dance of dragons broke out, relations between lord tyland and his wife worsened. house tyrell remained neutral, despite their wedded alliance; refusing to join the greens and support the hightowers. no doubt a result of the amount of infighting occurring in the reach. that, alongside constant miscarriages and stillbirths, meant the lion king was known to be unhappy with his union. the gods were displeased with tyrell selfishness, and thus his marriage, his union and his security suffered. the dance continued, as did the personal battle within the walls of casterly. the west declared independence. once again, the west bowed to no dragons.

'the king's great matter' was first discussed privately in the council room. the notion of ending the wedded union between tyland lannister and helena tyrell came as a suspicion of her close association with lord mathis rowan prior to their marriage. he believed his marriage cursed as a result of the continuous failed heirs. he believed his wife tainted. lord adrian serrett, hearing this, moved his sister katherine to be a lady in waiting to queen helena tyrell.

in the year it took for the high septon to allow for the dissolvement of the union, in which both the reach and the westerlands put on their pressures, king tyland lannister's attention was captured by lady serrett. it started during a feast in celebration of maiden's day, where he set eyes upon her as he had all those years ago. she was of the finest quality of the westerlands, family of the small council, and he heard not a peep about her.

in the year it took, king tyland lannister would be seen in public with the lady of silverhill. walks in the gardens, walks along the sunset sea; always in public. the whispers were never that of romance, but that of power: discussing the notions of centralisation, confirming tyland's ideas as what was needed for the future of the westerlands. they would bow and beg to no king but their own; not a targaryen, and not one of rainbow glass. talks where she promised him male heirs to secure the future of the line.

lady katherine serrett was wedded to king tyland lannister the same month the dissolvement of the marriage went through. it is she who is in charge of setting an example for the women of the court throughout this reformation, and liaising with the women of their allied courts. only, that final crucial promsie remains wavering in the air: for how long?

[framesdump]

Summertime (David Lean, 1955)

[noxexistant]

30TH JULY 2024 ONE YEAR SINCE NEWSIES LONDON CLOSED

[casterlygldcs]

♔

the flickering firelight cast long shadows across the room as tyland listened, his eyes narrowing with each word katherine spoke. her reasoning was sound, her calm demeanour a perfect complement to his own simmering fury. yet, beneath the surface of her measured counsel, he detected something that stirred his irritation—an implication that the lions of casterly rock might yield, even slightly, to the will of the arryns. she was perfect...until she was not. he rose from his chair, his imposing frame silhouetted against the firelight, and stepped towards her. the softness of her gaze, the delicate grace with which she spoke, only fuelled his resolve.

reaching out, he took her hand firmly, not unkindly, but with a grip that conveyed both his authority and his need to halt her words.

“katherine,” he began, his voice low but resonant, “you are the perfect queen—wise, poised, and ever mindful of our house’s dignity. it is fitting that you have involved yourself in this matter. yet, there is a line that must not be crossed, even by you.” he paused, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, a fleeting moment of tenderness before the weight of his words returned. “the arryns are our enemies, and ravella’s demands are nothing short of a provocation. to even entertain the notion of bending to her will—of allowing her to dictate terms, however subtly—is an affront to the pride of the west. we do not yield to demands born of spite and ambition.”

his gaze sharpened, the flicker of the fire mirrored in his eyes. “ravella seeks to undermine us, to sow discord and doubt. she demands jasper not out of concern for the boy, but as a ploy to gain leverage. we will not give her the satisfaction of believing she has any power over us. her audacity alone is enough to deny her.” tyland lannister cared not for the boy; he cared not for his sister, but rather the other in the equation he had made promises to. it was in this moment he begun to understand the knots and strings that had wrapped around arron lannister when it came to his sister.

tyland released her hand, stepping back slightly, his expression hardening. “what we must do is not yield, but strike. find something on the vale of arryn—some secret, some weakness that ravella would not dare expose. if she wishes to play this game, then we shall play it better. we will uncover what she fears most and use it to our advantage.” he turned back to the fire, his voice softening but losing none of its resolve. “you have always understood the weight of our crown, katherine. trust in me to bear it now, as we face this challenge. the lions of casterly rock bow to no one, least of all a falcon.”

katherine lingered by the hearth, her hands loosely clasped, her eyes reflecting the golden flames as she carefully considered her words. the warmth of tyland’s pride at her actions mingled uneasily with the chill of his disdain for ravella. she had earned her husband’s trust, but it came with a burden—a choice she could not take lightly.

"my king," she began, her voice quiet but firm, "I share your resolve to protect Jasper and our house from insult. Yet Ravella's intentions, however audacious, are not without teeth." She stepped closer, the soft rustle of her gown breaking the silence. "your assessment of teh falcon queen is sound. she twists truths to suit her purposes and wields them as weapons. but it is precisely because of her cunning that i hesitate to leave this matter entirely untouched. her intentions are layered, as always, and I fear there is more to this than we see."

she stepped forward, her movements graceful and deliberate, the hem of her gown whispering across the stone floor. "she demands to see jasper not for clarity or peace, but for leverage. i do not trust that she seeks only the truth, and i cannot help but question what whispers she may carry back to the vale should we refuse her outright. if her goal is to provoke or humiliate us, we must ensure she does not succeed."

katherine paused, her fingers brushing the back of a nearby chair, a grounding gesture. "if she insists on meeting the boy, let it be under our terms, in a setting we control. not paraded before the court, as she might hope, but in private—surrounded by only those we trust implicitly." she looked up, her expression calm yet resolute. "you have always been a master of strength tempered with strategy. this approach would deny her the stage she craves while showing the realm we are neither afraid of her accusations nor careless in defending our own."

her voice softened, though her gaze did not waver. "i leave the decision to you, my king, as is right. i only wish for our course to be one that leaves no room for her to exploit."

[songbirdsmelodies]

❛ you left like i was never a reason to stay. ❜ / for katherine .

@id0ls

Katherine frowned, narrowing her eyes at the Salvatore. If only life could’ve been that easy, if only a person would be enough to make you stay. But it hadn’t been possible, least not that time. As long as Niklaus lived, she’d find no joy, or peace, and it was even more foolish to think that she could find and keep love. No—those were dreams of a silly little girl, dreams of chivalry, love and passion that could never be fulfilled, dreams that she could never return to. They died with the human girl she was, the girl she tried to be for the Salvatore brothers centuries ago. ‘They’ll never understand you.’ His rough voice would ring in her mind. Memories, she wanted to forget. ‘No one will love you like I do.’ Memories that haunted her. ‘You’re mine, Katerina.’ No— ‘I’m mine,” she would hiss internally.

“I loved you, but I couldn’t stay. Yet, I promised that we’d be together again. Didn’t I?”

Katherine had stayed true to her promise. She did come back for the Salvatore brothers once there was no sign of Niklaus, just to find that they’d moved on to a person that looked eerily alike to Katherine: Elena. It infuriated her, yet at the same time it was proof that she’d never left their mind. Her portrait haunted them. Whether they liked to admit it, they were attracted to someone who looked like her. Naturally, the girl was a poor replacement. There are no other like her, there’s only one Katherine von Swartzschild— or Pierce, now.

[wearetheonesx]

“⁇” ( Katherine - Olivia )

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[text: Benson] This man should not have gotten away with what he did and i'm sorry.

[text: Benson] You are a good detective. You definitely deserved better than what I did to you in court today.

[text: Benson] Yeah fuck, i'm really sorry

[multistanninglifestyle]