#house nymerios martell

[natividadmoon]

Day 03 Martell Week: Favorite Moment

Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel. I preferred to amuse myself by mocking my sister's suitors.

This challenge is more late than anything else, but I will finish what I promised. A nice moment of a happy Elia receiving the attention they deserve, the boys who court her are from the Chester and Grimm house. Elia's clothes are a combination of Westerosi and Dornish fashion at the time, due to her journey and her mother who was a friend of the queen.

Oberyn and her nose presenting the delayed week

[lilith-kruger]

CONSORT OF THE DORNE

FAMILY MARTELL

PRINCES OR PRINCESS OF DORNE

[in-my-own-opinion]

What Is Out of Place?

masterlist

Meaning - What things do we know from Game of Thrones that would not be in the House of the Dragon Time Period

*This list will probably be updated as I think of things*

Jenny of Oldstones - the song Jenny of Oldstones has not yet been written as Jenny is not to be born for another 100+ years. An alternative that could be used is the song Alysanne, while there is no information on lyrics it is known to be a sad song and likely about Queen Alysanne - King Viserys and Prince Daemon’s Grandmother

Rains of Castamere - this song is about Twyin Lannister and thus has not been written yet.

Farewell, My Brother - this is a song about Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk Cargyll, twins and men of the Kingsguard/Queensguard for Aegon II and Rhaenyra, although it is about the brothers trying to convince the other to their side and their sad parting when they could not convince the other, it was not written until well after the Dance of Dragons. Written by Luceon of Tarth this could reasonably be included in a story after the dance kicks off and the brothers have chosen their sides.

Summerhall - Summerhall was not built until well after the Dance of Dragons and would not exist in this time

Dorne as a part of The Seven Kingdoms - Dorne would not become part of the Seven Kingdoms for another 50 or so years. Aegon and his sisters attempted to conquer Dorne however Queen Rhaenys and her dragon Meraxes were lost in the attempt. Dorne themselves actually joined the Triarchy against Prince Daemon in the war for the Stepstones, and were still considered a possibility for then Princess Rhaenyra’s marriage if only to bring them under the rule of the Targaryens.  During the time of the Dance of Dragons their Prince was Qoren Nymerios Martell, who refused to join either side responding to a letter from Otto Hightower with “Dorne has danced with dragons before. I would sooner sleep with scorpions.” - a reference to the first Dornish war. Qoren has three children, his daughter and heir Princess Aliandra who came to power in 132 at age 17, Prince Qyle, and Princess Coryanne. Aliandra was a fiery and flirtatious young lady who saw herself as “the new Nymeria”. Little is known about Qyle and Coryanne.

[princessnyria]

( alia bhatt, cis female, she/her ) — here ye, here ye, behold the princess of sunspear, nyria martell. the twenty-four year old is known for being adventurous but has the tendency to be calculating too, which should be expected of the storm of sunspear. ( slender daggers peaking out of the fanned out hem of a vibrant dress, the relishing relief of the first drops of rain after a drought, a quirked brow that goes unnoticed by an enemy who’s already been beaten, the taste of freedom on tongue as you ride towards the setting sun on a sand steed )

BASICS.

full  name:  nyria nymerios martell. title:  princess of dorne. kingdom: dorne. unique title / moniker: ��the storm of sunspear. gender:  cis  female. age:  twenty  four. sexuality:  bisexual. abilities:  elemental - rhoynish water magic.

FAMILY.

parents:  prince luras martell  and princess natari martell. siblings: queen dyana targaeryn née martell ( older sister ), prince dariss martell ( older brother ), princess valeria martell née staunton ( sister-in-law ). spouse:  none. children:  none.

FAST FACTS.

she’s definitely a charmer & knows how to turn it on when she wants to.

she adores her sand steed, named cress, takes better care of it than herself.

known for wearing colorful dornish gowns.

she’s vexingly defiant & believes when it comes to those close to her, it’s usually best to practice honesty to the point of bluntness because secrets among people you’re near to can get you killed

while she’s by no means a warrior, her parents did teach her to protect herself so she can hold her own & her father specifically shared with her his love of spears as a weapon

ABOUT.

they say the drought bore down on dorne as one of the longest they’d ever had to weather. that is, until the water broke on her mother’s womb and she was born– her birth was accompanied by a bold storm that rose above sunspear and moved throughout the nation, ending the drought and saving the land from further despair. the baby was named nyria, a shortened derivative of nymeria, an homage to their first princess and the woman who commanded ten thousand ships.

they called her the storm of sunspear and the smallfolk sang praises of an oblivious infant nyria for weeks. they claimed the skies broke with her birth, claimed she was born just to save them from scarcity, that she was glory made flesh - they claimed her for greatness. she became a legend just by being born and she’s never known how to stand in front of a shadow cast so big by happenstance.

she always adored her parents. their weathered eyes winking with vigor and passion when they smiled on her with preciousness, she couldn’t help but be in awe of them both. her mother grew her love of horses and held wisdom and bite in one body. and nyria loved her father especially, always following him around and tugging at his shirt. he loved her in kind, putting a spear in her hand when she was scarcely old enough to grip it all the way and even allowing her to sit beside his throne or on his lap when he was working - it was one of the rare times she could sit still. watching him fight and rule, she thought him the bravest man in all the world.

her valorous nature and adventurous spirit lead her into mischief, even when she was young. her older siblings were twins so nyria was determined to make her own fun, often wandering off. her mother would capture her attention with stories at night and nyria drank them up, relishing in the tales of intrigue and daring, memorizing many by heart.

she lost her parents too young, only being about 12; each year she grows older her remembrance of them grows more and more into absence. she’s managed to fill the emptiness inside with rage. she had always been an excitable girl, and had never much cared for the world outside her beloved dorne. but with her parents taken from her, convinced it was by the targaryen’s, her anger grew. and swelled even higher when she heard her eldest sister had been sold off like some steed to the targaryen’s in the name of “peace” - peace with a destructive empire with maddening rulers ruled by their own madness and greed.

with the death of her parents came the worry for her, the guards being greater and the eyes cutting sharper in her direction. but the way she was treated was not all that changed; nyria changed too. her carefree-nature melted into something more focused. she had to be smarter, like her siblings. she would not wear her emotions across her face like she used to. she would learn to hold her tongue around certain people until she was ready to bite. though she is not great at it, she has grown better through the years, much more calculating. her mind has always been interested in unique military strategies, and she applied that nature with relation to those who were her enemies - and many became her enemy in her mind’s eye with the death of her parents. she no longer knew who she could trust.

now she wears daggers under her dresses, concealed so well that the only time you can truly tell she’s unarmed is when she’s disrobed. now she is learning what it means to find freedom, if not for herself then at least for her people.

as the only eligible child of house martell left for betrothal, her hand was looked upon as advantageous. dorne is different, is allowed certain privileges that other lands are not, dorne is strong and the title of prince, even if it is not a ruling one, is alluring enough that many houses, great and otherwise, attempted to form an alliance through marriage with dorne. but they should’ve looked past her hand and to the anger in her eyes. while many came to vie for her hand, promising plenty to the prince, they did not have what it took to walk among vipers - and a young nyria proved it, placing serpents in their beds, at the feet of their steeds, and sometimes into their minds with doubt-causing whispers. she scared them off and her family was not stupid - they knew what she was doing. but her brother has not seen fit to marry her off yet.

nyria likes her hand unheld and free of a husband. in an attempt at rebellion, in the hopes of keeping her sovereignty longer, she bedded her first love in early adolescence. taking pleasure in her own, she continued her flirtatious trend. and who could resist such a girl, whose tongue can tame vipers when she sees fit but who tears through a room like a hurricane. she beds men and women in kind, though she considers her weakness to be skillful women with an air of danger about them.

it was a few years ago when she got lost traveling. an argument leading her to ride off alone, desperate to get away from the overbearing principles of responsibility. a sand storm found her lost on her own in the desert for days. the heat bore down and the water grew scarce and her anger and frustrating grew, swirling around her and on the second day, half delirious, she laid next to a dry stream as her emotions boiled over. she could scarcely remember the words she whispered to herself as water began to flow back into the stream. she had barely the strength to wet her face and her tongue before she passed out. she was found the next day unconscious next to a free-flowing stream that none could remember being there.

when she awoke back home, she at first tried to convince herself it was a hallucination but she could not ignore the hum in her bones, the difference in…something…or perhaps it had always been there, and she’d never known or chosen to ignore it. she  could not resist the tug towards the library and ancient scrolls on water magic, learning about the rhoynish practice of it. she was particularly interested in how it was able to stop dragons…

now she feels the power crackling inside of her. she cannot do much because she has not managed control. even small acts like attempting to water a plant bring on a flooding of a fountain near her instead. she has told scarcely anyone about it, unsure what to make of it. it kills her to admit it, but she may need help, if she ever wants to make this power useful.

the sadness never goes away, the suffocating pressure of everyone she has lost sitting stiflingly in her chest. she wishes she could be as open as she once was when she was younger but the walls are there now. she questions her capability to love when she already carries so many people in her heart: her parents, her siblings, her people, her land. or when suitors have always said love and marriage and meant power and ownership and control. sometimes she thinks the burning anger inside of her is what is keeping her alive, though she questions if you can live off of fury.

she is leashed chaos, driven by love, emboldened by belief, and made all the more complicated with growing power - not just in the magical sense but also in the way she’s learned to conduct herself politically. her tongue still strikes like a serpent but she waits for it to coil more carefully now.

she is incredibly loyal, loving, and protective of her family, particularly her siblings. growing up, they were all she had. her heart is with dorne and her people. she’s heard the flippant, remarks by those in the other kingdoms about the dornish and their culture and in truth, the talk, and many of them, disgust her. she finds their succession laws foolish, much of their culture barbaric, and their food bland. she is quick to remind everyone that dorne was never conquered by the targaryens, that even fire and blood cannot make the sun bow to it, that in truth, the legacy of the targaryen conquest in dorne is one of failure; dorne only joined the seven kingdoms through marriage. and though it was on dornish terms, nyria’s always thought it a mistake. what do the other kingdoms know of dorne?

WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS.

you can find my post of wanted connections here! please feel free to message me to plot. i prefer tumblr but can do discord as well though i’m not well-versed. and/or like this and i’ll hit you up. 

[natividadmoon]

Day 06 Martell Week: Favorite Martell Fanfic

Ptolemaea by @sunsetstarroguein AO3

It's a pretty good fanfic and I loved the scene with the cousins talking and plotting. The truth is that life stole that from us. So a nice fanart of all of them together. In the fanfic Rhaenys is queen so I put a crown on her. Sarella telling an adventure from her travels. It was very beautiful to draw them

A small drawing of Aegon 6 announcing the week. Aegon baby.

[natividadmoon]

Day 05 Martell Week: Favorite Pre-Doran Martell

That Nymeria doesn't have the last name Martell? sorry, she is the founder of the NYMEROS MARTELL house. There's not much to say, Nymeria surfing while she remembers her childhood in Rhoyne when she was a girl, both clothes are based on Egyptian clothing with Arabic influence, and fantasy obviously <3.

Arianne as a pic announcing the week (it was months ago, sorry, but I have to finish this challenge, sorry)

[natividadmoon]

Day 04 Martell Week: Song/Lyrics that remind you House Martell

Will this always be just an arrangement We'll find out in time if we don't break it Can mine become yours Combining our dreams Without keeping score Always together, but never bored No choice in the matter but This will never work without each other

Can we become we (can we become we) Start a new line On this family tree Two hearts connected by one beat Your hand in mine and

Something simple and romantic, I chose a song that sounds like something Myriah and Daeron II would think at their wedding. I feel like Dorne would throw everything out the window with decorations for Myriah, Daeron tries but finances are adjusted, and he also wants to please his uncle Baelor.

I think that Myriah's appearance is close to some Dornish stereotypes that people later have, such as being small, smaller than Daeron, a characteristic that she would share with Elia, then with Arianne they would share the curls, which her son Baelor inherited that is why he cut his hair. short

The dance is also an adaptation of the dance from the song's original video.

Baby Rhaenys announcing the week. The song is We Become We

[natividadmoon]

Day 01 Martell Week: Favorite Martell

Arianne means a lot to me, I put a lot of effort into her clothes, even if they are quiet home clothes,, researching Andalusian and Morish culture. Although as it is a sketch, many details are missing

Elia as the character of the day is in Pic behind announcing this week, at the end of the week I will show you the colored and finished Pics

[natividadmoon]

Day 07 Martell Week: Favorite ship involving a Martell

I was waiting for this day because there is VERY LITTLE Daemon x Arianne content, and these lovebirds desperate for love deserve much more. Their scenes and chemistry are so <3<3<3. Love you very much. I imagine a scene after all the books, I'm not going to say what I hope happens with them since it's for another time

The 5 older sisters of the sand snakes appearing, this is the last one although there is an extra one, but I have exams

[natividadmoon]

Day 02 Martell Week: Favorite Qoute

I know it's late, I didn't even have a favorite phrase, but I wanted to make a drawing of Qoren because he won't appear in HotD S2 either (I don't know whether to be happy or not). This is also an exercise in finding suitable clothing.

Doran Martell as the character of the day is in a small photo, at the end of the week (or when I finish these drawings) I will show them in color

[natividadmoon]

Day EXTRA Martell Week: Favorite trope/HC

Even the extra ends, yesssss! It was going to be a fuller image to show you the top and pants that I feel like the Martells wear under some tunics, but it stayed at the bust size. One of HC that I try to capture is the use of Khol on the eyes like the rings inspired by ones of Andalusian origin that a friend showed me.

The one in the drawing is a young Meria, by the way, about 30 years old, a mother and I think she was already princess regent of Dorne, so she was a determined and tenacious woman from a very young age. willing to tarnish her image in history, if that gave freedom to her lands and her people.

Nymeria drawing of the character of the day