#gysella blacktyde

[gysellablacktyde]

A Girlhood Long Gone

( a part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

starter with @sirenalannysgreyjoy

As Gysella looked at Alannys, examining her new Kings Landing room, a horrible realization had come over her. Their days as young girls, eager young ladies who never separated for a second, were truly over. Their shared girlhood had faded like a seashell drowning in the sand, engulfed in a tide and never seen again.

Their days of spending hours swimming in the sea was over. The times they would spend a whole day on Alannys' ship, Gysella watching Alannys hard at work while she gazed at the sea, were over. There had been a time in Gysella's life when she had told Alannys everything, no secrets between the two ladies, but that was well over. It had only taken six months for this to happen, and six months for Gysella to face this reality.

When the letter had come explaining that Alannys was to stay in Kings Landing and become a Lady in waiting to a Princess, Gysella had almost ripped up the letter in rage. How could Alannys leave her behind? How could she associate herself with a Targaryen Princess, an outsider to the Iron Islands? It was unbelievable to Gysella.

Then, worse news had come. She was to marry a Prince of the Realm, Prince Joffrey Velaryon. He was a third son, no inheritance, it was madness. That had set Gysella into a state of shock where she could not move, only stare at the parchment with words written by her best friend. After what had seemed to be hours, she had processed something. Out of denial or realization, she had not known, but she had come to the conclusion that Alannys was being the most ambitious she had ever been. She was going to be a powerful Princess, and Gysella would be exactly as she was. She suddenly could not blame Alannys for this, only mourn the presence of her.

Coming to Kings Landing for the first time, Gysella had met this Prince Joffrey. He had been everything others had said about him, annoyingly courtly and uptight. Yet, he had a charm to him. He cared heavily about the way others saw him and made an effort to make himself appear a certain way. Gysella liked this about him, as she could understand this. He also was more understanding about the ways of an Ironborn, more than she expected a Targaryen Prince to be. He did not hinder Alannys, he only enhanced her fiery personality. Even Toron liked him, and Gysella understood Alannys a little more then. A perfect Prince and a luxurious castle, it was great. This was her life now, and Gysella wondered where she would fit in.

They were women grown now, both ten and nine, both with their Lord husband and betrothed. Though Alannys had no idea who Gysella was married to, and the guilt of that constricted in Gysella's heart. A pain that never left as she looked to her best friend. Was there secrets Alannys was hiding from her as well? She could only wonder as she examined Alannys' new chambers.

"Not as lovely as your room back home, I must say. You need more knives displayed, more flowers too." She joked, softly looking at her friend. The joke had sounded more like a sad cry for help, Gysella though, wincing at her own voice. She wondered if Alannys saw the guilt in her eyes, if she could feel the pain in her voice as she spoke. They had already reunited, why was their time spent together now bringing up these feelings even more?

"So, tell me more about how you decided this was the look for your room?"

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Eldest daughter of House Blacktyde, Lady, Aubri Ibrag, she/her - @gysellablacktyde

Welcome, Lady Gysella of house Blacktyde! We’re delighted to see she has arrived safely on her journey to King’s Landing. Around the court the nine and ten year old has been praised as hardworking, intelligent, and sophisticated but some have whispered she is also vindictive, overly opinionated, and judgmental. Upon her arrival, it is clear that she is somewhat in support of the reign of Westeros' first Ruling-Queen and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on House Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra, and the future of Westeros, her true allegiance will always be to her own ambitions.

Soph, 20, she/her, EST, no triggers

[sirenalannysgreyjoy]

Wanted Character Connection

Gysella Blacktyde

Alannys Greyjoy is looking for her best friend Gysella Blacktyde for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

The eldest child and only daughter of Lord Cerrick and Lady Lysa, Gysella is 17, and shares her mother's talent for singing as well as a love for playing the lute. She is very close friends with Alannys and Tyanna Greyjoy, and is often spotted on either the Siren or the Dark Night as she is always happiest when sailing, but isn't captain of her own ship.

(Suggested Faceclaim is Aubri Ibrag in The Buccaneers)

Gysella is also wanted by @daltongreyjoy-rp and @theredripper

To learn more about the Blacktydes, click here!

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

[gysellablacktyde]

Gysella sat in Rhaena's room with five other girls, ones she did not know quite as well as she wished she did, but nonetheless she felt comfortable here. Rhaena's presence always felt comfortable to her, despite her previous prejudice against those with dragons... she had seemed to let that go. It was nice to be able to spend time with a group of girls around her age, as she had never had an experience such as this.

Looking around, she wished Alannys were here, but Alannys had her own separate group of ladies that was run by Rhaena's twin sister Baela. She would tell Alannys all about this later, and she hoped Alannys would tell her what she had been doing as well. Off with Joffrey at the moment, I assume. Gysella thought, smiling to herself.

Gysella watched Rhaena raise her glass, and she raised her own with her. Rhaena's sweet voice rang through her ears, pulling her out of her thoughts. "To us! And to our very own little Court of Love and Beauty!” She did not giggle along with the others but smiled even wider, her own way of showing her enjoyment at the scene.

Afterwards, she inspected her nails, knowing they were going to be a new color soon. It was something she had never done before, and she was overly excited at the prospect of another applying cosmetics to her. While her mother Talla was fond of dressing up Gysella in fine sea silk and putting flowers in her hair, the cosmetics Rhaena had were nothing her mother had ever put on her. It was something that had brought her to Rhaena in the first place, and Gysella was incredibly excited about it.

Looking at all of the colors for her nails, she had made her choice. She walked over towards Rhaena. "I want this purple color," she stated, hugging Rhaena playfully from behind, "as it is similar to the flowers I decorate my hair with. If any of you were so observant to notice them." Her eyes scanned the other ladies in accusation, but she stopped after a moment to smile, as it was only a silly jest that she could not stay serious for.

Letting go of Rhaena, she picked a seat in front of her and waited for her to start her nail coloring. Listening to Lacey, she playfully rolled her eyes. "A perfect Lord who is quite the looker and wants a perfect wedding? Robin sounds miserable."

Turning around and looking at Lacey, she dropped the non-seriousness of her words. "I jest, I am sure he only wants a grand wedding to impress you, Lady Lacey. Trust me, when a man is in love, he wants to do only the most he can, as exhausting as that can be." She laughed out loud this time, shaking her head. She thought about Lacey's question for a moment before responding, as she quickly remembered her own romantic situation, that seemed extremely different compared to the sweet Lacey and Robin.

"Well, I suppose it is time for more people to know..." She trailed off, examining every inch of Rhaena's pink room. "I am a married woman! Toron Greyjoy and I were married in a haste, it is a long story but I will spare you all of that. Our romance is..." furring her eyebrows, she searched for the perfect word for what the two of them were. "Hectic, at first," She laughed once again. "but now it is sweet. He may be tough in life but in my arms he is soft." She left it at that, not wanting to reveal any more of their intimacies, as she held it very close to her heart.

She looked down at her hands, examining them again, imagining how they would look with the purple color. "All that needs to be said now is that Tyshara and I will be good-sisters one day. Tyshara, tell us about Rodrik? What a man he is, we want to know about his charms and how they worked on you." She smirked at Tyshara, hoping the other knew all of her words were in love and adoration for the pair.

//OOC Group thread order

@rhaenaspearls

@ladylaceyvance

@gysellablacktyde

@tyshara-the-lioness

@cerellelannister2

@myrielle-of-goldengrove

Best Believe I’m Still Bejeweled

(Starter @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood Girlie Time Group-Thread)

There is a certain comfort between a group of young women, unafraid to speak freely, taking comfort in one another’s presence, and shameless in a vanity that was expected to be a ever present and perfectly hidden. An intimacy only allowed around one another, in mind, body, and spirit, muscles unbound from the tension of propriety, and lips loosened to speak thoughts long restrained. A particular kind of divinity held within walls free from judgement, indiscretion, fear, and expectation, where a maiden’s fullest, truest version of herself could peek out from its hiding place nestled in the ribs behind her heart like the first flash of sunrise, and remind them that if there really is a touch of The Gods in each of us, they are far from the exception; those who seek to pry holiness from them only do so because they are the rule.

Rhaena was not a firm believer in any Faith, and unsure if she thought reverence served any point at all, but she had long since known that if deities existed their presence was most tangible in the the brightest pigments and dyes turned gowns the color of butterfly wings, the winks of glitter in crushed pearl powder, and the way her friends’ faces lit up when they were told they looked beautiful. She had long understood that amongst her family of politicians, schemers, power players, and leaders, she was not “special” in so far as excelling at any of the pursuits they considered most important, and yet she provided something none of the rest quite could; a pillar to hold the house of cards steady, a mender to sew back the pieces split apart by obligation and duty, and above all, a soft place to land.

“To us!” Rhaena raised a glass of rosé to the girls gathered in her chambers after she was sure the dye on her nails had hardened to a reasonable degree. “And to our very own little Court of Love and Beauty!!” She giggled at this, then tossed back a gulp of her wine, taking the moment to marvel at how there was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be right now. With her dearest, longest friend Lacey, and her quickest, perhaps now closest, Cerelle, her barely younger sister, Tyshara, seemingly happier and more at ease to be by her side than she had in months, Gysella, far and away the girl she was happiest to call her good-sister, and one of her favorite new fixtures at court, Myrielle, whom she had invited in specific hopes today would be the reason she could truly call the Lady-Regent of The Reach’s younger sister her friend.

“Now, my darlings, my lovies, considering my love is reserved for later in the day, and I have provided some rather spectacular returns on the element of beauty,” she laughed softly at this, gesturing vaguely at all the girls gathered in various states of half dress, hair setting in pin curls and other pre-styles to last throughout the night, nails, brows, and every other conceivable cosmetic detail in process, and every one of them given the run of her gray-market beauty stocks for the day, “I think it is officially in order to hear the updates on all of yours!”

Rhaena turned towards Lacey and Cerelle with a mischievous glow to her smile now, “And don’t think you two get a pass just because you’re both betrothed now and already help with all these potions. I want to hear wedding planning details, I want to hear how that little brother of yours is doing with that lovely little Templeton lady—we really should invite her next time someone please remind me to make a note of that—I need to know if we have a set date yet. Of course speaking of younger siblings I’m simply dying to hear how your latest visit to Fair Isle, Tyshara darling, and perhaps Lady Myrielle has something juicy up her sleeve with all those siblings of hers; although I really must admit what I truly wish to hear about is any intel on Lady Hightower’s own rumored wedding gown!”

“Now,” Rhaena snapped her fingers, signaling to all present they had things to do and she intended to make it all happen, “Gysella sweetling have you decided which color you want to use on your nails yet or shall I leave you to agonize while we see about getting Cerelle’s curls in order first?” There was a brief silence after Gysella was finally spurred to choose between her admittedly dizzying collection of nail dye shades, then Rhaena’s eyes flitted back towards Lacey. “How about we start with you and dear Robin, we could’ve talked half the night away from the sounds of just what we were able to get into yesterday! Would you be so kind as to humor me darling and pick up where we left off?”

// OOC: Group Thread Order (Mark your blog @ with a color if you’ve just written your turn) —

@rhaenaspearls @ladylaceyvance @gysellablacktyde

@tyshara-the-lioness @cerellelannister2 @myrielle-of-goldengrove

[crimson-kraken]

w.— @gysellablacktyde

—Care to explain? —Dalton expected a lot of things from Toron. Marrying his brother's betrothed took him by surprise.— I don't see what was wrong with becoming Lady of Fair Island. Too much waiting for you?

He had made a hundred plans for a hundred possible outcomes. Lysa would get her birthright one way or another; if she was to become Ruling-Lady of Faircastle, Rodrik was clearly her heir.

Dalton loved the Iron Islands as harsh and cruel as they were; but even him couldn't deny Fair Isle was nicer. It actually had resources to use. The only useful ability Rodrik had was his charm. « Why couldn't he use it when he had to? »

Dalton wasn't on the mood for fighting or discuss. « This is what I get for breaking my own betrothal, isn't it? » He called Gysella into his office to understand what happened... although he rarely used the room. The chimney was unused. The room, cold.

He could try to fake anger, but both of them knew he wasn't actually mad at her, or at Toron. Dalton simply rested on his chair and looked at the ceiling. —Has Toron arrange a room for you yet? I suppose your father doesn't know about your little... arrangement. Are you planning to tell him or should I break the news? —He took a piece of paper and signaled at the pen and paper on top of the table. He cared for Cerrick way too much to keep him on the dark longer than necessary.

« Drowned god, I'm not your strongest fighter. » Gysella was family way before any marriage prospects appeared and Dalton hated arguing with family. « If Gysella wanted to marry Toron, she could've say it. » He could see many reasons for her to desire the match, so he might as well start discarding options.

—Should I expect a grandchild?

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all character names used in the song of ice and fire pile

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[goldthcrns]

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ;

*  ♔  ◟   the  gates  of  highgarden  open  for  the  arrival  of  MELICENT GREYJOY  from  HOUSE GREYJOY  of  PYKE!  it  is  known  throughout  the  realm  that  their  aura  exudes  INTELLIGENT  and  COURAGEOUS;  however,  beneath  the  silken  robes  that  shine  in  the  sun,  whispers  run  that  they  are  ALOOF  and  also  SADISTIC. visions  of  them  always  relate  to   salt running through your veins , drowned gods speak to you as salt and sea fill young lungs a promise made , you will never be the same + a woman in an isle of men more fearsome than all that have come before and will come after , you fear no man but they all fear you + waves crashing against longships , the sounds of the seas ring in your ears , the water on your skin ... or your scales , where are you ? ;  but  make  no  mistake,  in  the shadows,  they  hide  the  fact  that  they  ARE AN ILLEGITIMATE TARGARYEN , UNBEKNOWNST TO HER , HER TRUE PARENTAGE DIED WITH HER MOTHER !   i  wish  you  good  fortune  in  the wars  to  come.

⸻　　basic information　.

full name: melicent greyjoy. moniker(s): the blue kraken. title: ruling lady , melicent greyjoy of pyke ( throughout the seven kingdoms ) + lady of the iron islands , queen of salt and rock , daughter of the sea wind , lady reaper of pyke ( within the iron islands ). age: four and thirty. date of birth: tba. place of birth: iron man's bay , iron islands , westeros. ( claimed ) languages: common tongue & valyrian taught to her during her travels to essos. culture: ironborn. race: the first men. religion: drowned god. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. orientation: pansexual , panromantic. status: unwed.

⸻　　familial information　.

biological father: king aegon iii targaryen. relationship: no relationship , as their relation has been kept a secret. biological mother: ruling lady gysella greyjoy. relationship: coming soon. known father: lord consort joron blacktyde. relationship: coming soon. siblings: utp greyjoy , utp greyjoy , utp greyjoy. betrothed: tba. relationship: tba.

⸻　　personality information　.

label: the ice queen , the amoral , the hidden maddess. positive traits: intelligent , courage , devote , determined. negative traits: aloof , sadistic , cunning , unforgiving. moral alignment: lawful evil. temperament: choleric. deadly sin: gluttony. heavenly virtue: patience.

⸻　　misc information　.

allegiances: house greyjoy , the iron islands + herself. personal goals: to be announced. hobbies: sailing , sewing , reading , axe throwing.

⸻　　history　.

in  the  years  leading  up  to  the  ruling  lady  of  pyke's  first  born  ,  she  set  sail  quite  a  bit  .  a  disgust  for  her  ironborn  husband  ,  kept  her  running  but  her  affinity  for  a  particular  king  kept  her  running  to  one  place  .  her  longship  would  sail  through  blackwater  bay  until  the  shadow  of  his  dragon  brought  darkness  above  her  or  excitement  .  she  would  go  on  to  tell  her  closest  confidant  ,  "  if  i  could  marry  aegon  ,  i  would  ,  naught  for  the  crown  ,  no  "  ⸻  an  affair  that  continued  until  her  last  days  ,  would  bore  her  a  bastard  child  but  an  heir  nonetheless  .  a  vow  made  to  herself  when  the  maester's  told  her  of  the  unborn  babe  within  her  ...  her  mistakes  would  not  be  thrust  upon  her  children  .        

it  is  said  when  the  young  kraken  was  born  ,  she  entered  the  known  world  wailing  so  loud  the  seas's  inhabitants  paused  even  just  for  a  moment  .  hearing  her  battle  cry  and  remembering  it  for  as  long  as  she  shall  live  .  her  mother  ,  the  ruling  lady  of  pyke  ,  bore  her  eldest  child  within  her  own  longship  in  the  middle  of  iron  man's  bay  .  sailors  in  the  water  that  day  claim  to  have  seen  something  fly  over  the  iron  islands  ⸻  a  beast  ,  retreating  .  they  believed  the  girls  entrance  into  the  world  to  be  something  of  a  good  sign  of  what  was  to  come  .  with  eyes  as  blue  as  the  sea  that  crashed  upon  the  shore  and  hair  as  dark  as  the  dirt  that  crumbled  beneath  wet  boots  ,  melicent  held  a  particular  beauty  unknown  to  the  iron  islands  .  this  beauty  would  become  a  thorn  in  her  side  as  she  grew  older  ,  an  attempt  for  the  men  that  surrounded  her  like  starved  crows  to  question  her  claim  to  the  salt  throne  ,  as  if  being  a  woman  wasn't  enough  on  the  isles  . 

as  a  young  girl  she  spent  much  of  her  time  with  her  father  ,  he  was  everything  her  mother  wasn't  :  vicious  ,  demanding  ,  feared  .  all  the  things  melicent  wished  to  be  .  it  was  early  on  she  learned  how  her  mother  had  come  to  power  ,  the  only  child  of  the  late  lord  of  the  iron  islands  evading  the  kingsmoot  by  marrying  mel's  father  ,  lord  joron  blacktyde  a  feared  ship  commander  .  with  him  by  her  side  no  man  would  dare  question  her  birthright  .  to  mel  this  was  distainful  ,  a  slight  at  the  old  ways  .  as  heir  to  her  mother's  claim  she  knew  she  wanted  more  than  her  mother  would  ever  have  ⸻  she  vyed  for  undying  respect  of  the  iron  islands  and  so  her  campaign  to  be  worthy  to  her  claim  began  . 

she  was  raised  aboard  ships  ,  trained  in  fighting  with  both  a  sword  and  with  a  dual  axe  ,  and  as  she  grew  older  was  privy  to  the  what  it  meant  to  pay  the  iron  price  .  she  did  not  cower  in  the  face  of  these  actions  and  as  time  went  on  she  grew  entirely  indifferent  to  them  ,  it  was  merely  the  way  of  the  men  who  would  one  day  raise  her  up  ,  the  drowned  god  willing  ,  so  who  was  she  to  judge  ?  with  each  trek  out  into  the  sea  ,  she  was  deemed  more  worthy  .  she  was  made  of  salt  ,  stone  ,  and  steel  .  a  true  ironborn  .  this  only  rang  more  true  to  those  around  her  once  she  went  on  to  captian  her  own  ship  ⸻  the  she  kraken  :  a  longship  ,  bigger  than  any  other  within  the  iron  fleet  ,  the  greyjoy  sigil  at  either  side  of  the  ship  while  her  own  personal  sigil  flies  in  the  front  of  the  ship  ,  a  blue  kraken  on  black  background  .  her  personal  sigil  a  warning  to  any  man  or  woman  that  comes  before  it  . 

well  before  this  time  though  ,  during  one  of  her  first  journey's  out  to  sea  with  her  father  and  his  men  a  dire  mistake  was  made  on  the  young  girls  part  ,  as  she  reeled  the  ropes  back  onto  the  ship  she  lost  her  balance  ,  falling  into  a  ravaging  sea  .  the  ship  returned  after  hours  of  searching  ,  the  presumed  heir  to  pyke  had  been  lost  .  her  fate  in  the  drowned  god's  hands  now  .  her  mother's  own  wailing  cries  could  be  heard  at  the  shores  of  the  mainland  .  until  the  next  morning  when  a  feminine  frame  is  washed  up  on  the  shores  of  pyke  .  they  say  she  coughed  up  so  much  water  ,  the  two  small  fish  she  heaved  from  her  throat  remianed  alive  in  the  pool  beside  her  .  ⸻  "  what  is  dead  may  never  die  ,  "  where  the  first  words  she  hears  ,  and  through  baited  breath  she  manages  to  echo  the  sentiment  .  she  would  never  be  the  same  after  this  day  . 

on  a  night  following  her  accident  ,  melicent  falls  asleep  in  her  bedchamber  .  door  ajar  ,  with  her  bone  dog  ,  kromm  at  her  feet  .  she  enter's  the  mind  of  kromm  ,  unconsciously  ,  running  through  the  castle  she  could  see  and  hear  all  that  her  dog  could  .  all  whilst  remaining  in  her  bed  .  when  she  woke  ,  and  uneasy  feeling  overcame  her  .  was  it  all  a  dream  ?  in  the  weeks  following  this  would  continue  ,  until  she  decidly  removed  her  dog  ,  whom  she'd  built  up  quite  the  connection  with  since  she  was  just   a  babe  ,  from  her  bed  chamber  .  the  dreams  as  she  believed  them  to  be  ended  there  .  until  one  morning  ,  as  she  stood  on  the  shores  and  she  entered  the  mind  of  crow  hovering  over  the  isles  .  the  fear  that  struck  her  crippling  to  the  point  the  bird  dropped  from  the  heights  of  the  skies  and  into  the  water  only  then  did  she  reenter  her  own  mind  .  she  seeked  counsel  ,  claiming  she'd  been  cursed  .  when  a  drowned  man  explained  to  her  what  it  meant  to  be  a  skinchanger  .  her  own  near  death  experience  having  ignigted  the  power  she  already  possessed  .  melicent  would  set  sail  to  a  meet  with  a  known  skinchanger  to  hone  her  abilities  ,  learning  of  the  dangers  of  remaining  untrained  .  with  her  a  handmaiden  and  her  mother's  closest  confidant  .            

while  away  ,  it  is  presumed  by  accident  that  she  learned  the  story  of  her  birth  to  be  false  ,  merely  a  story  told  by  a  woman  she'd  already  held  disdain  for  .  the  iron  lady  ,  close  to  her  mother  ,  during  a  drunken  night  aboard  the  she  kraken  admits  the  truth  :  melicent  had  entered  this  world  wailing  so  loud  the  sea's  halted  ,  yes  ,  but  it  was  not  within  in  the  confines  of  iron  man's  bay  instead  on  the  waters  of  blackwater  bay  .  a  change  in  location  ,  to  this  day  she  cannot  quite  wrap  her  brain  around  .  what  could  be  learned  of  this  ,  was  that  lady  gysella  greyjoy  ,  her  own  mother  ,  was  a  coward  and  a  liar  .  it  is  for  this  she  grows  weary  of  the  woman  who  sits  upon  the  salt  throne  .  once  her  training  comes  to  an  end  ,  there  is  only  one  thing  left  for  her  to  do  :  return  to  pyke  and  confront  her  mother  but  as  her  ship  comes  ashore  she  is  welcomed  with  news  the  ruling  lady  had  passed  .  a  mix  of  anger  and  relief  fills  her  ,  as  if  deep  down  she  knew  what  ever  her  mother's  explaination  could  be  was  not  something  melicent  could  bare  to  hear  . 

following  the  funeral  of  gysella  greyjoy  ,  the  kingmoot  is  held  .  in  many  ways  a  promise  by  the  known  heir  to  the  salt  throne  that  she  was  upkeep  the  old  ways  and  follow  no  man  or  woman  but  the  drowned  god  .  she  had  lived  such  a  life  that  a  historically  misoganist  region  willfully  elected  a  woman  ,  as  they  knew  as  much  as  she  did  ,  she  was  the  best  option  they  come  to  .  the  drowning  ceremony  follows  ,  no  baited  breath  with  this  one  as  she'd  already  risen  from  such  incident  . 

with  the  selection  now  on  the  table  ,  melicent  see's  a  path  for  not  only  her  house  but  the  iron  islands  as  a  whole  to  gain  favor  within  the  mainlands  .  untapped  hatred  for  royals  who  ,  she  deems  unworthy  can  be  cast  aside  in  the  wake  of  furthering  the  ironborn  .  the  stakes  are  higher  than  ever  and  she  knows  this  much  ,  but  what  she  doesn't  realize  ?  is  just  how  much  is  at  stake  for  her  as  she  and  her  family  join  all  of  the  seven  kingdoms  in  highgarden  .       

⸻　　wanted connections　.

coming soon .

[warbcunds]

*     ──     [   daniel  sharman  ,   cis  male  ,   he  /  him  .   ]   :   in  the  frays  of  king  aerys  iii's   reign  ,  therein  remains  ikarus  harlaw,  the  thirty  two  year  old  lord  of  ten towers  .   rumor  has  it  that  their  loyalties  lie  with  house  greyjoy  &  harlaw  and  they  are  against  the  targaryen  reign  .   they're  so  confident  +  assertive  that  it  makes  sense  ,   but  most  seem  to  look  past  their  self  -  centred  +  uncaring  nature  .   when  they  come  up  in  conversation  ,   i'm  always  reminded  of  a  ship  crashing  against  rough  seas  with  a  crew  who’s  one  with  the  waves  ,  jewels  and  gold  adorning  his  desk  that  were  stolen  from  bodies  with  no  remorse  ,  sly  grin  that  often  means  something  terrible  is  to  follow  .

i  –––––  general

name  :  ikarus blacktyde

nicknames  :  ikar, rus

alliance  : the iron islands, house blacktyde, house greyjoy

titles  :  lord of blacktyde castle

marital status  :  married to ileah blacktyde nee greyjoy

children  : rognar pyke ( 4, bastard son with gysella, unknown to him )

ii ––––– personal

sexual  orientation  :  bisexual

romantic  orientation  :  biromantic

moral  alignment  :  chaotic neutral

sins  : lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / wrath / pride / envy

virtues  : chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / patience / kindness /  humility

iii ––––– biography

his upbringing was rough, but that was just the way of the iron islands. they were raised in a harsh world and ikarus expected nothing less than that. especially when his father fully expected him to uphold the power of house blacktyde, and support his older brother.

he knew too well of his father’s temperament, and knew just as well that he existed as a spare just in case anything happened to his older brother, expected to step in and take his place without question.

as with near all ironborn, he was on a ship since he was a small child, spending more time learning of the currents and tides, the way the wind affected a sail, how to navigate by the stars. he spent most of his childhood on a deck and despite the fact that his father was a harsh captain, he’d still rather never be anywhere else. the sea is his home, salt water in his veins, and he’s never felt out of place in his life when the uncaring nature of the sea always matched him so well.

he was trained in all forms of combat, trained hard to become lethal with any weapon that he put his hands on. out of everything though, he’s most deadly with a club in his hands. he may wear a sword on his hip, but the club is his weapon of choice. he even tried to have a holster made for it once and was only deterred from carrying it around instead of a sword when he got into a particularly nasty fight where his club ended up cut in half. 

despite being trained so vigorously while he was growing up, he’s never been very disciplined. no matter how many times he ended up in hot water, he still shot off at the mouth at any given opportunity. he doesn’t really care all that much for his duties.

at sixteen, he was given his own ship and he immediately set sail here there and everywhere. he makes it a habit to stop in the westerlands from time to time and rob some of the wealthiest among them of gold and jewels. he’s seen a fair lot of essos, though yi ti is currently at the top of his list of places he still needs to visit. 

he’s been fairly close with the greyjoys all his life, happy that they were the ones in charge rather than his own family so he doesn’t have to deal with the drama of it all. is entirely uninterested in all of that politics shit, as he would say.

he and saga have always been close especially, and he sees her as his best friend, ride or die, has absolutely clubbed someone to death just for being rude to her. it was no hard choice to let go of his own crew to join her own, working his way up to her first mate and honestly he has a lot more fun being a part of her crew than he ever did leading his own. he’s a people person and it Shows.

was happily spending his days drinking, fucking, and fighting and while that is still 100% what he spends his days doing, he now does it at the side of the love of his life, his wife ileah. just like saga, they’ve known each other all their days, have had an on/off kind of vibe since they were sixteen, and finally married five years ago.

they uhhh have a very open marriage even though they’re completely obsessed with each other, and have spent most of their time married turning blacktyde castle into a big orgy fest while his father raged about it.

is very much a fuckboy. absolutely will flirt everyone he comes into contact with if he’s interested, will flirt with some people for years and then right after they’ve spent a night together he’s like okay byeeee, it’s been fun.

absolutely has no filter and will just Say. Anything. he’s such a little shit that he’s either flirting with someone or provoking them into annoyance, there’s just no in between unless he’s with his family. even with them tho, they get a lil bit of soft and then the rest of the time just lives to annoy them.

usually quite patient surprisingly, but the second you say some shit to insult his wife or his family or saga and he is rising out of his seat like tf did you say about them. he's gotten into some pretty iconic brawls that stemmed from a statement like that, what can you do?

he sees being in the southern kingdom as an absolute inconvenience to him and honestly only started enjoying the time there when people started dying on a regular basis because he is a terrible person.

kind of has been thinking about having kids with his wife lately, kind of also terrified of fatherhood and being terrible like his dad bc in his opinion, he turned out alright after how he was treated but doesn’t sit well with him the idea of being harsh with a kid of his own.

also is already the father of gysella’s son but uhhhh he doesn’t know that, or rather he deeply suspects it bc that kid really does have his nose but he is choosing to close his eyes, he does not see it.

overall terrible person, lil shit energy, has a couple of redeeming qualities but they’re mostly iffy qualities.

iv ––––– tidbits

he’s 6′2 but his attitude taller than a clegane.

is very good at drawing, will absolutely end up leaning against the railing of the ship with his notebook just sketching the horizon because it’s hitting particularly nicely that day. it also probably resembles jack’s from titanic with lots of naked drawings of partners that have posed for him.

is very much a mix of finnick odair meets euron greyjoy and you get this motherfucker. 

has probably made himself look very guilty in king’s landing purely because he’s so unbothered by everything that’s going on, he just wants to go back to his pile of rocks.

just a trash bag really, he’s all vibes and all trash.

[gcuienveres]

beneath the cut is a drabble recounting guinevere’s actions in lannisport and casterly rock, most revolved around the ironborn agreement with @kingvmorra and @maidensbxne.

the hallways were as golden as she remembered; though she seemed to walk through them like a ghost these days, rather than the girl who would run to her wing, trying to ensure she was in bed before her mother and her septon checked in. the caverns and coves of casterly rock were a sanctuary to many of the lannister pride in their youth; including guinevere herself, who would sneak to the shore beneath the shade of the cliffs – aided regularly by the lion king himself. it was in the belly of the beast guinevere took to spend most of her time thinking, about many things, many people, many emotions; though the ironborn matter pressed upon her conscience more than others.

she had buried herself in it, this matter; to the point one could consider it unhealthy. but if she did not bury herself in this matter, she would bury herself in the assassination attempt she had escaped; narrowly. how many times would she survive? did she even want to? she slept little, looked over numbers by candlelight in the middle of the night, and was on a mission to find that green tea that helped lull her into slumber. there was none that seemed to work as effectively; nothing that was the same. how could anything be the same?

in the weeks leading up to battle, the ironborn had kept up communication with guinevere lannister through letters, both factions updating the other of witness testimonies, names, and estimated numbers through a census that had been run over in the iron islands. the lioness of lannister had a direct guest list to work through regarding the impact on nobles, a guest list of the banquet in lannisport that had soon resulted in bloodshed and slaughter. the list of noble names in attendance were familiar, though one in particular caused her heart to drop to the pit of her stomach; there was no way to run from the sense of blue that came at the name tarbeck. guinevere saw many a ghost that day, including her own reflection by the end of that night. one thing had become startlingly obvious within the correspondence of the women; there was an obvious discrepancy in numbers. for it seemed as though every family in lannisport had lost a woman or child that night, the numbers creeping devastatingly high; numbers that did not correlate with the figures of the ironborn.

and so, where were the rest?

a laundress spoke to her of whispers, whispers of foreigner raiders being at the docks of lannisport that day, with a ship that bore no flag; though it were not the ironborn, judging by the different accent and the darker features. it seemed most of the common folk swore they were from across the narrow sea, but what would the essosi be doing, loading the most beautiful women into a vessel amidst a sack in the westerlands – the opposite side of the continent? only for those ships to start course in a different direction to those which belonged to the ironborn; she trusted the words of the mothers who screamed to the gods on the harbour docks, as those ships carried away their daughters over the horizon. she knew the sides of the dance of dragons well enough, how they haunted her now more than ever; the essosi, as broad and varied and different as they all were did play somewhat of a part.

a swordsmith spoke to her of a sigil sewed into the tunic of one of the men, a sigil he did not know; a sigil he would not see again as an axe blew across his knees, and he was no longer able to wrestle his daughter from the hands of the iron blooded animals. “chequered, aye, vairy and chequered; black and green. i could hardly forget..” 

neither could she.

guinevere paced up and down, her gaze fixed on another piece of parchment she had ripped from the enormous volume sat on the rock she was previously sat on, the water sweeping to the bottom of her chiffon gold skirts, her own lioness pacing a few lengths across the cavern in an iron cage. the volume was old, and dusty, and immense, containing the sigils of all the houses of westeros. chequered, vairy, black and green. emerald green fell on serpent green; the sigil of house blacktyde seemed to stare back at her from the page; the face of gysella blacktyde, sat across from her at a table, floated to the front of her mind. had she been betrayed?

a dark growl caused her to momentarily lift her gaze from the parchment toward the cage, where the lioness seemed to bare golden orbs back into her own; and there was something human staring back at her. how betrayal brought them all tumbling from the top of the world. “call for the serving girls to fetch me parchment and a quill.” guinevere spoke to the guard stood near the steps leading back up in into the rock, closing the distance between herself and her lioness. “and the fastest raven.” for there was an update for the king; a tale of krakens. 

[maidensbxne]

— @kingvmorra​

the port at gulltown looked as if it were lord’s port back on pyke from the number of sails bearing islander sigils waving in the wind - the formidable greyjoy kraken, the scythe of the harlaws, the horn of the goodbrothers, the silver and green school of botley fish, and the green and black vairy of her own house. all called here on the word of the king, and all ready to march away from the sea that gave and took their lives to tangle themselves in mainlander affairs. 

gysella was staying with the ships most days, keeping an eye on the men and waiting for word from morra about their next moves as dutifully as ever. she respected her king implicitly, and the woman who was like a sister to her even more. she would follow her into battle even if it would be her last, knowing that her death would not be in vain, and morra would have her body brought back to the salt so she could enter the drowned gods halls. she sat on the jetty where the maidensbane was moored next to the shadows tide, listening to the sound of the rigging creaking in the wind and the waves slipping aginst the round bellies of their ships. word had come that the king would be back at port tonight, and gysella was waiting patiently for the audience she knew she would recieve first. two pitchers of ale, the good stuff from the isles carried in the bowels of the blacktyde’s ship, sat in front of her, and a fire burned in a tripod at her feet to abate the vale winds pulling off the tide. “your grace.” gysella’s mouth curved into a smile when she heard footsteps on the wood. “the drowned god has missed you.” she stood to embrace her friend. “and so have i. welcome back.” 

[gysellablacktyde]

hungry for life, greedy for love

( a part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

starter with @theredripper

As Gysella made her way towards Toron's ship, she could only think of two things: her anger towards her parents, and how Toron would react to what she was going to tell him.

What had been an offhand comment on her mother's part was now a life shattering reality for Gysella. Lady Lysa Blacktyde, her beloved mother, had spoken briefly of a potential marriage for Gysella. Her mother was known to be an adequate match-maker, after all, it was not surprising she would be looking for a suitable husband for her eldest child who was of marriageable age now.

But Gysella already had her perfect match, and her parents clearly did not seem to think so. What she thought was an unspoken agreement between her parents, Dalton Greyjoy, and Toron Greyjoy turned out to be a false delusion she created in her head, in hopes of being Lady Greyjoy one day. Her mother had done the unthinkable in suggesting that Gysella marry Rodrick Greyjoy, not Toron, as she always assumed.

'He will be good for you, darling. He is all of the soft parts that you are not, you are all of the strong parts that he is not. It will be a good match.' Her mothers words rang through her head over and over again. She had not responded to these words, only walked away in deep frustration. How could she say such a thing?

Gysella was fond of Rodrick, but only as a brother. She had believed he would be her brother one day, never her husband. He was not a suitable match for her, that much was clear, and the fact that he was a second son was slight from her parents she never thought she would have to suffer. She would never be Lady Blacktyde, they had made that much clear, but she believed they would at least marry her to the heir of some house. The heir to house Greyjoy, she had suspected. Give her some power she could hold. She even held affections for Toron, though, that was not something she was sure her parents were aware of.

The slight of it all was too much to bear, and Gysella had enough. Toron would surely know what to do, she believed. She made her way onto the Cursed Emerald, rehearsing what she would say to Toron. She held a pot of soup she had made just before she decided to come visit him. It was surely better than whatever food he had eaten in Kings Landing, she decided. It consisted of new spices she had been trying out, vegetables, and clams and scallops. It was a new favorite of hers, and whether Toron would like it or not, she was not concerned.

She opened the door of his cabin, knowing he was in it. She had not seen him in a long time due to his trip to Kings Landing to witness the funeral of King Viserys along side the Coronation of Queen Rhaenyra. Why he wanted to witness this, she was not sure. She had stayed behind to run the family duties, but she had missed her Greyjoy companions more than she would say aloud.

Gysella saw him and gave him a great smile. "Toron, it is good to see you back home." She set her pot down on a table and kissed him on the cheek. A gesture she did for every friend of hers. "I am sure you missed me terribly, as well as my food. I have brought soup for you, so go on and eat it. It is better than anything you could have possibly tried in Kings Landing." Smirking at her own words, she took a seat next to him, trying to collect her thoughts before she broke the news.

Her eyes trailed over him, examining every inch of the man next to her. He had seemed to be unchanged, the same as when she had seen him last. But everything felt different now. "I do hope you tell me all about your adventures in the capital. But that is not what I am here to talk about. Toron, my parents, and potentially your father, have gone mad." She smoothed out her red dress, preparing for what she had to say next. She shot Toron a look of seriousness.

"They speak about betrothing me to your brother, Rodrick."

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

Greetings and a very happy weekend to everyone in our stellar, amazing, fantastic court! There have been some changes in the line up of our court so here are all our latest updates 💜

Due to player choice, inactivity, or other unforseen circumstances please wish farewell and unfollow:

@thelastmallery

The following roles and faceclaims are now open:

Characters from House Mallery of The Crownlands

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New members have joined our court! Please give them a warm welcome and follow:

@myrielle-of-goldengrove @robingrafton @ladyjoyhightower

@cassandra-of-baratheon @thefairheiroffairisle @tyshara-the-lioness

The following roles and faceclaims are now taken:

Myrielle Rowan - (Closest younger sister of Lady Regent-Clarice Tyrell and eleventh child overall of Lord Cedric and Lady Selyse Rowan) Robin Grafton - (Eldest son of Lord Jasper and Lady Cissy, the heir to Gulltown) Joy Hightower - (Eldest daughter of Lord Ormund and Lady Sam Hightower)

Cassandra Baratheon (Eldest child of Lord Borros and Lady Elinda, the presumptive-heir of Storm's End) Rodrik Greyjoy-Farman (Eldest child of Lord Dalton Greyjoy and Ruling-Lady Lysa Farman, the heir to Fair Isle) Tyshara Lannister (Second eldest child of Lord Jason and Lady Johanna)

Kaitlyn Dever Kawk Dong-Yeon McKenzie Foy

Natalie Dormer Nicholas Galitzine Pâmela Tomé

It seems the court has been corrected on its previous perceptions so please take note that:

Lady Cerissa Lannister is on reserve from 11/15 through 11/22 Prince Jaehaerys of Dragonstone is on reserve from 11/15 through 11/22 Lady Cissy Grafton is on reserve from 11/16 through 11/23

The site's Most Wanted page has been updated

Full member list under the cut!

~ With Love, Mod Ivory 💜💜

@black-queen-rising - Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen @rogueprincedaemontarg - King-Consort Daemon Targaryen @aegontheyoungprince - Prince Aegon III Targaryen @princeviserystargaryen00 - Prince Viserys II Targaryen @thelittleprincesstargaryen - Princess Visenya Targaryen

@alicenthightowerrp - Dowager-Queen Alicent Hightower @goldaegontargaryen - Prince Aegon Targaryen of Dragonstone @helaenasdreamfyres - Princess Helaena Targaryen of Dragonstone @jaeheratargaryen - Princess Jaehaera Targaryen of Dragonstone

@notatargaryenbastard - Crown-Prince Jacaerys Velaryon @moondancer-rp - Princess Baela Targaryen @rhaenaspearls - Princess Rhaena Targaryen @princeluce - Prince Lucerys Velaryon @princejoffreyvelaryon - Prince Joffrey Velaryon

@aemond-one-eyed - Prince Aemond Targaryen @thefallenprincesss - Princess Rhaenya Targaryen @thedaringprince - Prince Daeron Targaryen

@rideroftheredqueen - Princess Rhaenys Targaryen-Velaryon @lordhusband - Lord Corlys Velaryon @littlevelaryon - Lady Daenaera Velaryon

@ladyjocelynbaratheon - Lady Jocelyn Baratheon-Targaryen @calla-celtigar - Lady Calla Celtigar @sersteffondarklyn - Lord-Commander Steffon Darklyn

@roslinstrong - Lady Roslin Vance @vvilliamvance - Ser William Vance @ladylaceyvance - Lady Lacey Vance @tonameestbelle - Lady Jyanna Vance @ladyvioletvance - Lady Violet Vance

@lord-kermit-of-riverrun - Ser Kermit Tully @lady-of-ladies - Lady Sabitha Frey @oscartullyofriverrun - Ser Oscar Tully @alyofraventree - Lady Alysanne "Aly" Blackwood

@goldenclarice - Lady-Regent Clarice Tyrell @myrielle-of-goldengrove - Lady Myrielle Rowan

@lovelylordlyonel - Lord Lyonel Hightower @stunningladysam - Lady Samantha "Sam" Hightower @ladyjoyhightower - Lady Joy Hightower @garmundhightower - Ser Garmund Hightower @ladyoflongtable - Lady Bethany Merryweather

@thedadkraken - Lord Dalton Greyjoy @cool-aunt-amarys - Lady Amarys Greyjoy @theredripper - Toron Greyjoy

@sirenalannysgreyjoy - Alannys Greyjoy @gysellablacktyde - Gysella Blacktyde @payapreciouspenny - Penny Greyjoy

@rightfvl-lysa - Ruling-Lady Lysa Farman @thefairheiroffairisle - Rodrik Greyjoy-Farman @cerellelannister2 - Lady Cerelle Lannister @tyshara-the-lioness - Lady Tyshara Lannister @josswesterling - Joss Westerling

@cassandra-of-baratheon - Lady Cassandra Baratheon @thecleverestorm - Lady Maris Baratheon @lady-ellyn-of-the-storm - Lady Ellyn Baratheon @thefourthstormfloris - Lady Floris Baratheon

@jonswann - Ser Jon Swann @little-griffin-jocie-connington - Lady Jocelyn "Jocie" Connington

@jeynearrynvale - Lady-Paramount Jeyne Arryn @robingrafton - Ser Robin Grafton @teoragrafton - Lady Teora Grafton

@creganstarkrp - Lord Cregan Stark @lyarra-of-house-stark -Lady Lyarra Stark @benjen-mormont - Benjen Mormont @lady-of-knives - Lady Berena Bolton

@torrhen-manderly - Torrhen Manderly @manderlypearl - Lady Erena Manderly

@theprincessofd0rne - Ruling-Princess Aliandra Martell @mahiraofdorne - Ruling-Lady Mahira Dayne

[crimson-kraken]

—I'm sure the main reason I became Master of Ships is because Lord Corlys couldn't have two seats at the same time. It's a nice thought, but I doubt the Queen has any particular love towards us. She just wanted to kick Tyland Lannister out from her small council and needed a replacement. Our little islands had been secluded from politics all our history, as far as everyone is concerned... we are just afterthoughs. —Dalton still nodded at her words.— I'm glad to hear that you are learning something here. I think you'll be an excellent courtier if you study under a good teacher. Do you want a tutor? — « I should arranged a tutor for them a long time ago. » But there was no use for regrets now. When his children were born, he didn't think they would attend court one day. Politics on the Iron Islands were always solved by force and not by words, so he never saw the need for tutors; especially when anything important could be taught by his wives instead. « How difficult can politics truly be? »

Dalton finished writing his letter. So he put it in an envelope. « Where's my seal? » He remembered bringing it with him, just in case he needed to sign anything important... and he was sure he left it inside the Raven, so this very thing wouldn't happen. He search on his drawers. « Did I left it on my room? » Then he realized he was wearing the ring with the family seal and felt a little stupid. Dalton placed wax above a candle and waited. While they waited, he continued listening to Alannys. He'd be lying if he said the idea of Alannys making a tiny army of her husband's farmers and fishermen wasn't amusing. Although it was very unlikely to actually happen.

—I'm worried about what could ensue if Toron marries a lady from the Westerlands. He's already obsessed with the Rock, only the drowned god knows what'd occur if he gets any closer to them. I don't see the appeal; it's just a gigantic rock with gold we are going to steal anyways. —Just the idea was enough to give him a headache. Alannys was right, he should look for partners in the Iron Islands. « At least I know everyone there... and it's easier to plan a wedding. » The list of girls the right age was already forming on Dalton's mind.— Would Toron like Gysella Blacktyde? —The question was for himself, but he could see it working. They knew each other, as far as Dalton was aware, they didn't hate each other. Cerrick would agree to the match in a heartbeat. Everyone in the family loved Gysella already. « Maybe I'm a matchmaking mastermind. »

—Okay. One less marriage to worry about. —He whispered. Honestly, he wasn't prepared for his daughters finally leaving his side; even when it was inevitable.— Enough talks about marriages, how are you doing? I heard some ladies from the Riverlands go to the training yard and practice archery, have you join them? I'm sure you are better than them... a little competition won't hurt anyone, would it?

Her Father's Daughter: with @daltongreyjoy-rp

Alannys dangled her legs over the side of the crow’s nest and waited for her father to arrive.  This was a conversation she didn’t want to have in the oppressive walls of the Red Keep.  So far, she had enjoyed her time in King’s Landing.  It was a new adventure and she loved the vibrancy of King’s Landing and the opportunities for fun it easily offered up throughout its various streets.  Still, she couldn’t imagine living like this for her entire life.  Even the short amount of time the Keep had been on lockdown had been suffocating.  Alannys had been forced to say her prayers on land, which felt almost as sacrilegious as not doing them at all.  She would never understand people who preferred the earth’s unyielding ground to the ocean’s comforting lull beneath their feet.  

It was something she had been contemplating more lately, especially after her latest conversation with Toron.  He seemed convinced their father was contemplating making betrothals for the eldest kids and securing them sooner rather than later.  She’d heard her father mention the subject before, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.  Alannys wasn’t opposed to marriage.  She had seen the love her father had surrounded himself with and often yearned for such closeness herself, though the idea of giving someone her heart seemed like an unattainable dream.  The last thing she wanted was to be given off to someone she could never care about, yet she also knew how important marriage alliances could be.  She wanted to please her father and help the Iron Islands, but she couldn’t imagine giving up her freedom to become some man’s wife just because her father ordered it of her.  

Far below, the sea gently lapped against the side of her father’s ship.  Please, give me guidance, she prayed.  She’d yet to have one of her prayers go completely unanswered and she could only hope the Drowned God would illuminate the correct path for her soon.  Only a few minutes later, she spotted her father making his way to The Raven.  She stood up and easily climbed down the rigging, the movements so practiced she didn’t need to think about them.  

She waited until her father had stepped out onto the deck before she dropped down behind him.  “Father, I do hope you don’t plan on selling me off to some green land boy.  Toron seems convinced you’ve been setting up betrothals and if you plan to give me to some man who will refuse to let me see the sea, I’ll cut out his heart and present it to you.”  Her words were a slight exaggeration, mostly because she valued her life.  Killing some lord or lord’s son would endanger her, but she was more than willing to threaten her betrothed and disappear into the night if she found whoever her father wanted her to marry unsuitable.

[danceofdragonsrphq]

congratulations baci ! we are so happy to welcome you & your awesome character gysella blacktyde. the role of lady of blacktyde and the fc of claudia kim are now taken.

[gysellas]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :  the  ports  of  blackwater  bay,  king’s  landing,  the  crownlands. 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞  :  sixth  day,  mid  year,  300  a.c. 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  :  aurion  blacktyde  (  @blacktde​  ).

the  delayed  arrival  of  the  leviathan  meant  that  most  of  the  occupiable  lodgings  were  otherwise  unavailable  for  purchase,  regardless  of  the  gold  she  had  offered  and  the  threats  that  she  had  made  in  the  midst  of  bargaining  with  the  inn  keepers  ─  in  the  end,  she  had  been  forced  to  bribe  the  present  occupants  of  the  rooms  in  the  drunken  goat  tavern  for  their  trouble,  paying  almost  double  the  price  just  so  that  the  members  of  her  crew  would  cease  their  accusatory  stares  and  mumbled  grumblings.  on  her  part,  gysella  had  elected  to  stay  back  with  the  ship  and  the  two  mousers,  unable  to  justify  spending  coin  on  a  room  when  she  had  a  place  in  the  manse  that  had  been  prepared  for  house  greyjoy  and  the  other  noble  guests  of  the  iron  islands,  situated  far  enough  from  the  gates  of  the  red  keep  that  their  salt  and  fish  stench  would  not  taint  the  perfumed  interiors  of  court,  presumably.  most  of  the  islanders  would  prefer  to  rough  it  out  on  their  ships  with  the  sea  beneath  them  to  lull  them  to  sleep  and  she  was  no  different,  though  she  expected  that  the  journey  would  be  made  whenever  her  presence  was  required.

roused  from  a  mid - afternoon  nap  by  the  sound  of  the  two  cats  yowling  for  their  meal,  she  tossed  a  few  small  fishes  in  their  direction  as  she  headed  down  to  the  docks  and  up  the  port  to  the  tavern  where  the  crew  was  resting,  drinking  and,  undoubtedly,  getting  their  cocks  wet  on  her  coin,  determined  to  have  some  fun  if  it  was  costing  her  thirty  gold  dragons  per  person.  ahead,  a  few  men  stood  in  her  path  ─  fishermen,  judging  by  their  nets  and  the  stink  of  dead  fish  that  clung  to  their  skin  as  it  did  to  hers,  and  another  figure,  overlooking  the  open  waters.  rubbing  the  sleep  from  the  corner  of  her  eye,  gysella  nodded  at  the  men  who  passed  if  they  acknowledged  her,  jaw  set  as  the  solitary  figure  seemed  determined  to  stand  right  in  the  middle  of  the  narrow  pathway.  her  footsteps  grew  progressively  deliberate,  intent  on  making  her  presence  known,  when  he  turned  his  face  to  the  side,  the  familiarity  of  his  facial  profile  enough  to  temper  her  brief  irritation  ─  his  hair  was  wrong,  more  greyed  than  she  last  remembered  but  his  face  was  still  as  boyish  as  it  was  in  her  memories.

❝  ...  aurion  ?  ❞  it  had  been  a  year  and  some  months  since  she  had  last  received  a  letter  from  him,  though  it  certainly  felt  like  longer.  there  had  been  rumors  that  his  ship  had  gone  down  in  the  summer  sea,  so  she  had  written  to  the  portmaster  of  the  summer  isles  and  essos,  learning  that  his  ship  had  never  made  it  to  either  port.  soon  after  that,  she  had  broken  two  of  her  ribs  and  dislocated  her  shoulder  by  throwing  herself  into  the  miner’s  fighting  pits,  emerging  only  when  the  crew  had  dragged  her  out.  (  and  if  anyone  had  dared  to  ask,  her  tears  had  not  been  shed  for  him  but  for  the  sheer  pain  she  had  been  in  as  galena  tended  to  her  injuries,  mouth  thinned  with  disapproval.  )   ❝  you  ...  you  fucking  bastard  ...  ❞  her  rage  was  overwhelming  but  her  relief  was  bigger,  deeper,  as  though  she  was  in  the  middle  of  the  ocean  with  no  land  in  sight.  she  launched  herself  at  him,  crossing  the  last  few  steps  with  a  jump,  her  hand  cradling  the  back  of  his  head  ─  even  angry,  she  was  careful  to  keep  something  between  his  head  and  the  docks,  just  in  case  he  fell  over.  half  of  a  laugh  and  part  of  a  sob  followed  her  words,  fingers  digging  into  his  clothing  as  though  she  was  trying  to  make  certain  he  was  not  a  part  of  her  imagination.

[gysellablacktyde]

character challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

challenge: write a scene of your character either in the direct lead up or aftermath of the wedding, women's court, and all related celebrations.

collaboration with @lady-of-knives

The day of Prince Jacaerys and Princess Baela's wedding was getting closer, and Gysella decided to look for flowers to use for her hair within the gardens of the Red Keep. Her dress for the wedding celebration was going to be green, as that was a color representing her house. Well, her house before she was married, that is. She was on the look for flowers that were black, as black was another one of her house colors as well as her husbands house. Black flowers seemed rather a rarity in this vast garden of brightly colored plants, so Gysella had been searching for quite some time.

Her searching began to feel dull, so she took her eyes away from the flowers to look at others who were around her. Many faces she did not know, as well as some she did. Her eyes eventually fell on a woman around her age, a lady she instantly recognized as Berena Bolton. The two of them had met before, but it was brief as well as uncomfortable. She was a Lady in waiting to Princess Baela, just as Alannys was. Gysella was still wary around those not from the Iron Islands, and Berena was a Northerner. Gysella could not remember how many Northerners she had known in her lifetime, but it was very few.

Curious, Gysella walked closer to the Bolton girl. What was she doing out in the gardens? Suddenly Gysella felt curious about more things. What do Northerners wear to weddings? Does this girl act as she has heard Boltons act in many stories before, flaying and torturing their enemies? Perhaps there was something to learn from talking to her, so Gysella made her way closer towards Berena. Once she arrived in front of her, she tilted her head to the side, examining the lady in front of her.

"Berena Bolton. Do you remember me? I am Lady Alannys' friend." Gysella gave Berena wary eyes, continuing to look at her outfit. She barely gave the other girl a second to respond before continuing to speak. "I have a question I was wondering. I am out here in the gardens today in search of flowers for my wedding outfit. What do Northerners wear to an event like this?"