#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?❞

[framesdump]

Summertime (David Lean, 1955)

[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?

[noxexistant]

30TH JULY 2024 ONE YEAR SINCE NEWSIES LONDON CLOSED

[wearetheonesx]

The two of them were an intense combination; each and every detail in their actions fueling the other into wanting more. If they kept on going like this, it was a question if they would ever be able to stop. "ADMIRING, actually" she corrected the other, making sure she understood the weight of the lawyer's perception. Hands moved to lock her in a tighter grip as she pushed her hips into the toy, an attempt to remind her of her previous orders, but the sweet view Gemma's body sliding up and down the dildo had her WEAK for a moment. Katherine cursed under her breath, digging her nails into the other's thighs.

She WOULD have allowed this brief exchange in power if Gemma hadn't pushed it. Her hand shot to the other's jaw and she used the momentum to get back on top again. "I'd start saying PLEASE if you want to get anything done" her grip on the other strong. She shifted back so her strap was out, flipped Gemma around with more ease than one would probably expect from someone her built and pulled her up by her hips to line her up in front of her. Right as Gemma lifted her face, Katherine pushed it back down in the mattress, smacked her ass with her free hand and thrusted the dildo back inside, this time not taking her time at all. "You won't be able to think about anyone else once I am DONE with you"

wearetheonesx​:

Feeling Gemma’s legs slip down and drop onto the bed, weak and enervated, the right corner of Katherine’s lips raised into a satisfied smirk. It was hot to feel someone slowly become powerless underneath you, to watch how witty words room place moans and whimpers. The woman she had only met earlier this night was slowly starting to creep into her veins. She was starting to feel possesive, like a dog that was just handed a really juicy bone. Where normal people would not feel like they had the right to claim a certain position over someone after mere hours, Katherine was promising it. “You’re MINE”

Eyes were staring into those of the girl beneath her, making sure Gemma knew she wasn’t kidding. Katherine Ward did not throw around loose words, even if she was dick deep inside of someone and hazy from all the sex they were having. She bucked her hips hard against the woman’s, her other hand lowering in time to lock their bodies together as she flipped them around, putting Gemma on top and allowing gravity to do part of the work. “Don’t move” she ordered, slowly releasing her grip to see if Gemma would hold herself up. She was playing the long game and they had all night – POSSIBLY more.

Fingers gently traced over the speech pathologist’s upper legs, keeping her hips completely still. “Catch your breath, baby” she said with a soft voice. “I’m not close to done with you yet” Katherine took her time watching the woman on top of her, purposely shifting her hips a little bit to see how Gemma would respond. There were so many things Katherine had in mind for them, like sitting on the couch much like this, pretending to watch a movie until she would beg to be fucked properly. All the places in this apartment they could fuck– or wherever really. Katherine would NO LONGER be satisfied with just one night. Gemma had crossed a line to the extend that the lawyer could no longer walk away.

   gemma’s breath hitched in her throat from the position switch. the pressure between her legs didn’t feel accompanied with obedience. thighs spread gemma did appreciate the small break. it was the only moment she found herself listening to katherine. she’d catch her breath, give a gentle ease to her battered lungs. fuck. her body was going to need a few days of slumber. though work wouldn’t allow such time tendered selfishly. katherine was just TESTING her stamina. curling her lips at the possessive string of words, gemma felt energized again. 

   she slid her hands on top of the woman’s that danced along her thighs. “ enjoying your view ? ”  the woman’s voice nearly purred while her hips began to move. how was she supposed to sit still when katherine had her toy pushed between her aching walls ?? gemma lifted her body slowly up the toy before rolling her hips back down. feral instinct kept this motion repeating. she’d been hungry, like a fucking monster for katherine, - completely choked in the woman’s hold.  her cheeks pinched with indentation - a devilish grin knowing katherine told her to keep STILL. 

   “ more.”  lips begged while she fell forward placing her forearms on either side of katherine’s head. she’d push herself further until her breasts were dangling above the blonds mouth. a mouth that gemma had missed being suctioned to her skin. gemma was a whining bratty mess, and it was solely all of katherine’s fault. how could she meet someone who could completely ruin her within a few hours ?  “ fuck me like i’m yours. don’t just say it.”  wanting to jab a spark into the other. 

[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.

[multistanninglifestyle]

[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