#ravenblccded

[atv-migrated]

@ravenblccded sent : “I can assure you, Princess, my intentions with Myella are pure. It isn’t dragons or Targaryen blood I chase after, but her heart. Whatever opinions you have of me, I hope I can change them to good ones.”

rhaenyra knew they needed support from the smaller houses as much as support from the great houses. they could not depend on the houses to fall in line with the great houses, not anymore. still, myella's agreeing to marriage to willem blackwood came as a surprise to her. the riverlands were so far away. she couldn't imagine the appeal, but then again she had her sights set on what was her's by rights. "i should hope so," she was doing her best to be...supportive though. "i've much experience spotting a suitor with his eyes on what our family can provide." she smiled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit with a joke.

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@ravenblccded sent: Willem has watched with the rest of the ravens as Prince Daemon himself rode in on his Blood Wyrm, with Rhaenyra and their family in tow. He knew that marrying Myella meant he would have meet her father, but he still couldn’t shake the anxiousness in the pit of his stomach. He warged back into his body before anyone could see, and made his way to the courtyard where his betrothed was. Myella was excited to see her father again, but—like Willem—she was nervous. She knew her father has calmed his temper, but was just as fierce. If he wanted to cut Willem down and feed him to Caraxes, he could. When the gates opened, Myella was practically running into her father’s arms, hugging him tightly, “I’m so happy you were able to come.”

She pulled back to introduce her soon to be husband, “Father, this is Willem.”

He smiled, trying to shake the nerves that plague him, and approached with a curt bow. “Prince Daemon, it’s a pleasure to finally meet.”

Daemon had promised to be on his best behavior, but that was going to depend on how the meeting itself went. To really make it a family affair he had gotten Bela from Dragonstone as well. The family had landed and there was a small smile on his features as Myella ran into his arms. He hugged her back. "We're happy for the invitation." He said. "It must be serious for you to invite us."

"You aren't surprising us with a wedding are you?" He asked before turning his attention to the young lord. His manners were at least fine.

"It is nice to meet you as well." Daemon said. "Myella has spoken of you."

[lcveblossomed]

@ravenblccded For Steffon: “ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ” //sorry i was just feeling the brother and betrothed drama lol

Steffon lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes as those words. Why was it that everyone assumed he cared so much? Cared about his sisters cared about his brothers care care care. Why the fuck would he care about anything to do with his Targaryen side? He had purposefully kept his Royce name even though he should be entitled to a lot more than just his piece of the Vale if he kept is Targaryen name. He did it because he hated this family hated his father.

"My marrying my sister would have been to keep the bloodline pure it really was nothing personal. I had no interest in it I have my sights set elsewhere. If it would inflate your ego to hear that I am so heartbroken she chose to marry some poor little... whatever house you are then sure poor me boo hoo. Honestly I understand her reasoning it's the best she can do given who her mother is. I'm happy for her truly now can this conversation be done?" He's utterly bored with it all and not in the mood to pick whatever fight Willem wanted to pick.

[lysenixdragon]

I caved and made a sideblog for Willem :P

>>>>>>> @ravenblccded

[lcveblossomed]

The moment she had seen him she knew how doomed she truly was. She had fancied Lords or handsome knights before of course, she had. She was a girl so desperate for love that she would convince herself every half-decent-looking man to walk through the gates was her future husband. This was different though she hadn't known why until she had gotten to know him that he was the one. Each conversation left butterflies in her stomach and a big smile on her face. The only other person she seemed so open with was her twin whom she had not told about any of this. He could tell something was up clearly because of the cruel way he had acted to Willem but she paid it no mind and hoped he would do the same.

"You can offer me love which means far more than whatever my father intends to sell me for." Land, livestock, gold, or ships. While she did not look Targaryen she still had the name and a pretty face which she's sure many of old fat lords would give what they had for. She didn't want any of that though she was not some broodmare she was a woman who deserved to feel real genuine love. She thinks she could have it with him if he let her. "Look me in the eye and tell me you do not feel the same way and I will forget this conversation. I just think that we could be more if we wanted to."

Willem had never thought of himself to be a 'high lord' of the Riverlands, whatever that meant. But, despite their small influence, he was proud of his house. He had the blood of the First Men and the North in him. However, he wasn't audacious to think he would be remarkable enough with his time in the capital. He was only there to further try and gain some peace with the Brackens. However, little did he think he would find himself speaking to the Princess on more than one occasion. Despite their brief time, he found her charming and enjoyed her company. Willem kept his distance, though. The cold stares from Queen Alicent and Prince Aemond were more than understandable. He was an outsider to them, a little lord with no real power.

He froze in his tracks when he heard those three words. Willem only was there to say goodbye, as he would ride back to Raventree Hall the following morning. He was afraid this would happen. Yes, he was smitten as well, but Willem knew it could never be. He sighed and turned to face her. "I-....Rhaenerys...." he wasn't even sure where to start, "We can't. You're the Princess, I'm just a lord. I have nothing to offer you or your family."

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back then he had been younger, and rhaenyra had turned him down. she'd turned everyone down. those proposals had bored her. she had little interest in what a marriage might bring her. men and boys all proposed looking for targaryen blood and wanting to be the one to tame the dragon. she had rejected him then, but he was different. she saw now that willem had not changed. "i trust you will be." he might be from a smaller house, but he was loyal and she hoped he would be good to myella or syrax and caraxes would be at his doorstep.

his tone shifted then and rhaenyra's brow creased in interest. she remembered his speech now in greater detail. again, she was glad that he had not changed much. once he had finished, she said "i presume you speak of what some call magic?" the maesters could never explain the bond between a dragon and a rider, nor the mysteries of old valyria that existed now only in stories. "the first men had their magic too, did they not?" she was not as well versed in the stories of the first men, but she knew some.

Willem took the drawing and crumpled it up, shoving it in his pocket. He knew his betrothed's temper matched her fathers, and he figured it would be best not to ignite it. He remembered his advisors, his own sister going back and forth on his proposal to Myella. They were split; half were against the idea of him marrying a Targaryen, while the others jumped at the chance of having royal blood in the family. Willem, however, didn't care what any of the had to say. He had only told them as a curtesy, their opinions didn't matter. "I hope so, and I hope to be the husbands she needs and wants and more."

He took a moment, his mind leaving sentiments and back at the matter at hand. "Your grace, when I proposed to you all those years ago, I spoke of how my ancestors aided yours during the dragon's conquest, and that my house hold deep roots in this land before yours even set their eyes on it. I still believe those words are true. The Hightowers align themselves with the new gods, and us the old. While you the old gods of Valyria, and mine of the first men, I do believe we shared a common goal," Willem paused, unsure how to continue and get his point across, "There are...things that houses like the Hightowers will never understand and know. Things beyond are control and understanding."

Willem felt like a fool. The queen would probably laugh in his face if he used the word 'magic,' but what else could he say? All the books he read to understand his warging abilities, and prophecies by the Children of the Forest were mocked by most maesters of the citadel.

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rhaenyra took the drawing from him, studying it and all it's crude imagery. some men might have known better than to show such a drawing to their queen, but rhaenyra found it funny. the drawing itself drew forth a stirring kind of anger, righteous anger for such disrespect towards myella. she would describe it for daemon later, as she was sure it would arouse the same reaction from him.

his quick shift to sentimentality was a welcome one for surely rhaenyra would have been quick to slip into her rage otherwise. she passed him back the drawing whole she listened to him speak. "you have no cause to be sorry. myella is a smart girl," she agreed, "rest assured that if she chose you she chose you for good reason."

"Yes, my allies and advisors wish us all the best. Others....well, they find our engagement, how should I put it? Amusing? The Brackens already sent their wedding gift," he remarked as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a parchment.

It was a crude drawing of a dragon mounting a raven, with extra anatomical parts. "The Brackens have always been petty lords, more suited to be jesters. I think they're jealous. Myella is stronger and smarter than all of them combined," he smiled upon thinking of his betrothed, "I still wonder why she picked me....I'm sorry, your grace, I didn't mean to get to sentimental."

[legends-and-savages]

A nod from him. Daemon was originally tipped off that something was off when every time he was supposed to met with Willem that something popped up. He was curious what his girls were up to.

So he'd found something to do at least until dinner. He looked up and was instantly on edge seeing the boys file into the room. It had to be something considering that he knew that they didn't get along with each other.

"All of you are in agreement?" A raised eyebrow. That was even more surprising to him then anything. Not even Luke speaking first, but he couldn't be more surprised at Jace's next sentence.

"Did you get Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey in on this little scheme as well?" He asked. Not that his girls would let anything or anyone tell them what to do, and Joffrey was still little enough he'd want what his brothers did.

"And why exactly shouldn't they get married?" He asked. "This must be very interesting." He move to sit in a chair.

He smiled, feeling a little at ease, though his nerves still lingered. Willem wasn’t sure what Daemon thought of him, sure it had only been their first meeting, but he only wondered what his own reputation was. Had the Princess Rhaenyra told him about his proposal to her when he was just a boy? Or that his house was considered ‘small’ and ‘insignificant’ in the Riverlands. Willem couldn’t be sure, but he hoped his actual character would prove to the prince he was a worthy husband for Myella. “Right, we’ll I suppose you would like to rest first,” he said, “Until later, Prince Daemon.”

He gave another bow, before joining Myella in leading her cousins to their old chambers. He felt a little out of place and overwhelmed, his family was not as vast as theirs, but he was still polite and had Myella with him. However, when time came to meet with his future father-in-law, Willem seemed to be pulled in every which direction. At first, it was Ladies Baela and Rhaena wanting to ask about the Riverlands and Weirwood trees, which seemed to keep going in circles. Then, little Joffrey asked for his help to find a missing wooden seahorse that took longer than expected, and eventually was found in the courtyard.

While Willem was everywhere besides where he wanted to be, the boys took this opportunity to approach Daemon while he was alone. Luke, Jace, Aegon, and even Aemond all filed into his chambers before dinner. It was certainly an odd sight, considering the years of bad blood between them. “Uncle,” his nephews greeted.

“Daemon—father, we’ve been thinking, all of us, and wanted to tell you something,” Luke timidly started.

“Myella shouldn’t marry Lord Blackwood,” Jace finished.

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rhaenyra could imagine what someone more traditional would think her refilling his wine glass was below her. she'd been a cup bearer as a girl, she was more than qualified. after their two cups had been filled, she set the wine aside and returned her gaze to brynden. "your warning is much appreciated, but we have considered this." they had weighed their options when it came to myella's suitors and what the outcome would be when they were married. they weren't entirely able to verify which way the houses of the riverlands would lean, but his warning confirmed their best assumptions. "do those houses know about your engagement?"

"Yes, thank you," he said as he held his cup for her to pour.

It seemed like a weird twist a fate. As a lad, he propose to the princess, only to be rejected. Now, he proposed to the princess once more, and now he was to be the Targaryen's supporters in the Riverlands. Maybe he was always destined to marry a Targaryen. He had always heard the stories of fate and that everyone has a destiny. Willem wasn't sure. He wasn't a greenseer, just a warg. "I must warn you, your Grace, my house's alliance to yours will push the Brackens to support the Greens. Along with House Justman, Mudd, and Teague. But, House Pemford, Reed, Lychester, and Erenford will follow us as soon as I get the ravens out."

[lcveblossomed]

“Please- Lord Steffon. I do not take the title I mean… mostly take the name. I am a Royce not a Targaryen.” Steffon explains with a small shrug. He is a bit particular when it comes to that. He gets it’s technically correct but the only part of his father’s side that he cared about was Myella. He didn’t care about his father, his title, or really any of it. He doesn’t want anyone to think that he likes it. He hates it and he ignores it the best he could. This wasn’t at all what the conversation was about but he had to get that across.

He realizes what the conversation is about and is snapped back into it. He is confused, his brow is raised and he seems to hesitate for a moment. It’s as if he doesn’t know why or maybe he does but he’s thinking. FInally he realizes it, “Oh- because you can’t get a blessing from him? Got it. I appreciate that she cares enough about what I have to say. I supposed the right thing to say would be yes she does care about you after all. I will add the if you hurt her I’ll hurt you back sentiment to the end though. To be a good brother of course.” He jokes with a small smile.

Willem is unphased, but amused by Steffon's biting honesty and bluntness. He was warned by Myella of her brother's attitude, but didn't let that deter him. He knew that his betrothed cared a lot about her brother, and it would please her to know that they would be friendly with one another. Though, from this introduction, Willem figured the best he could hope for was to be at the very least civil.

"I mean no offense, Prince Steffon. I know Myella loves you and cares deeply for you. I only mean to ask to know if you truly support our marriage. It would mean a lot to her to have your official blessing," he explained.

[legends-and-savages]

A hum from Daemon. He wasn't fully sure he believed that, but he'd let it go for now. She hadn't given him any reason to not too.

He was almost sure his reputation would have preceded him more then his daughter speaking kindly of him. "How interesting." He said. "I hadn't thought she would." He knew he wasn't always the best father but he certainly tried.

A nod from him. "Yes that would be fine." If he wasn't slightly suspicious before he certainly was now. There was something else going on that the two were just hoping to catch them in the right mood.

Myella chuckled a bit at her father's question. "Of course not, the High Septon said couldn't perform the ceremony on such short noticed," she teased, hoping her joke wouldn't stir any suspicion from her father.

In truth, Myella and Willem were hoping their meeting would gain her father's approval, and convince her family to stay long enough for a wedding within the month. Neither of them wanted anything too grand, nor did they want to invite the many houses who didn't care about them. Instead, the pair wanted a close, intimate wedding with the people they wanted to be there. She went on to hug her siblings and Rhaenyra as Willem spoke with her father. "You as well, Myella speaks very high of you. I hope were well," he said.

Myella subtly shot him a look as he went through the usual pleasantries. Willem felt a slight nervousness in his stomach, but pressed on. "I-If we could, my Prince. After you have rested and settled, I hope we could speak before dinner," he stumbled out.

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she was glad this engagement seemed to be working out for myella. rhaenyra hadn't been so taken with her potential suitors, and they hadn't been so taken with her, only her name. willem seemed respectful, kind even and if that continued throughout his marriage with myella then perhaps there was good that could come from this. if not, willem knew the targaryen words as well as anyone else. "all is forgiven. would you like some more wine?" she reached for the decanter. she was going to refill her own glass, it was only right she offer some to her companion.

Willem wasn’t entirely sure why Myella accepted his proposal either. He had only decided to ask for the Princess’ hand on a whim. He knew that alliances grew stronger from marriages, more often than not. So, when he proposed, he was surprised—yet happy—that she said yes. It’s not like they were close prior to all of this. He had only heard of the Princess in name and reputation. Perhaps Myella was charmed by their few exchanges. But, Willem for sure was taken with her. He chuckled a bit, though unable to shake his nerves around his new Queen. Rhaenyra’s presence was commanding as ever. “I had no doubt, that you see right through all of us, Princess—sorry, your Grace.”