#wnterreign

[patriciers]

 just  as  her  eyes  droop  closed  ,  having  finally  rocked  maika  back  to  sleep  ,  news  of  …  something  arrives  from  the  edge  of  the  room  .  serena  hums  ,  to  request  that  the  courtier  repeat  themselves  .  ‘  a  visitor  .  ’  where  typically  she  would  tilt  her  head  ,  it  simply  lolls  to  the  side  ,  cheek  pressing  on  her  shoulder  .  visits  to  the  karstark  apartments  had  been  constant  over  the  past  few  days  ,  though  rarely  did  they  warrant  the  formality  of  an  announcement  ,  given  that  most  were  family  ,  “  …  who  is  it  ?  ”  she  finally  vocalizes  ,  though  when  the  answer  of  @wnterreign​  comes  she  doesn’t  process  it  ,  only  that  her  query  has  been  answered  .  for  a  moment  she  considers  turning  the  mystery  visitor  (  only  to  her  )  away  ,  yet  decorum  takes  over  just  as  quickly  .  she  stands  from  her  seat  ,  padding  over  to  peer  out  from  the  doorway  to  receive  them  .  “  good  afternoon  ,  ”  or  ,  at  least  ,  she  assumes  it’s  the  afternoon  ,  if  the  brightness of  the  room  is  any  indication  .  she  drops  into  something  reminiscent  of  a  curtsy  ,  blinking  once  ,  forcefully  ,  to  clear  away  some  of  her  drowsiness  ,  attention  mostly  still  on  the  babe  in  her  arms  .

[feuillemorts]

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  ﹔  lukas harlaw， @wnterreign． 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  ﹔  the training grounds， sunspear．

agnar sat sprawled on the edge of the training field floor, legs outstretched and leaning back on his hands as they paused between matches. lukas had long been a favorite opponent, and to completely unleash his violent tendencies after months of fighting with bolton men felt practically cathartic, settling him in a way that only a few things could. his gaze wandered over the other fights for a moment, then turned to his friend. 　“ y’know, i’ve been thinking about it, and whoever tried to grab the arryn was a shit kidnapper. following her when she’s in a group, then trying to escape in a crowd full of witnesses and hurdles? an amateur at best. ”

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[patriciers]

despite  his  expression  ,  shifting  gradually  from  doubtful  to  the  picture  of  calm  ,  belthasar  inhales  and  exhales  a  slow  ,  steady  breath  through  his  nose  before  he  speaks  .  "  do  you  not  have  enough  knives  ?  "  he  tugs  back  ,  trying  to  twist  his  arm  from  kieran's  grasp  ,  the  question  posed  closer  to  thinking  aloud  than  anything  .  his  efforts  prove  to  be  in  vain  ,  though  ,  even  after  planting  his  feet  further  apart  ,  as  he  starts  leaning  in  the  direction  his  nephew  is  pulling  him  in  .  "  i  am  only  buying  something  for  myself  ,  your  cousin  ,  or  my  mother  .  you  are  not  one  of  those  people  .  "  and  ,  especially  in  kieran's  case  ,  where bel  would  be  obligated  to  find  something  for  his  sisters  as  well  .

        prepared  for  a  harsher  response,  kieran smirked when all he received was a look that hardly dissuaded him - not that anything would have. annoying his uncle never failed to amuse him, and given how awful highgarden had proven, even worse than he'd anticipated, he needed some form of amusement. he was doing his best to behave, after all. no one wanted him to grow too bored.   ❝ coin purses don't need to be provided a reason, ❞   he quipped, parroting his uncle's initial words and tugging more strongly in hopes it'd make the other move.

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         helaena  florent   /   @wnterreign​

cailin’s  habit  of  wringing  their  hands  had  been  more  prominent  as  of  late  ,  happening  in  the  background  of  almost  all  of  her  conversations  .  with  multiple  princesses  nearly  kidnapped  and  the  realm’s  nobles  once  again  confined  within  unfamiliar  walls  ,  a  position  on  any  kingdom’s  council  became  a  job  more  cumbersome  than  any  .  the  northern  kingdom  seemed  shaken  if  not  unsteady  ,  and  cailin  felt  much  the  same  .  despite  themselves  ,  they  attempted  to  keep  their  stress  from  helaena  —  not  wishing  to  put  their  worries  on  her  when  she  had  no  ability  to  solve  them  .  “  perhaps  you  could  return  to  brightwater  keep  once  we  are  allowed  to  leave  .  ”  she  suggests  ,  playing  with  the  bracelet  that  has  remained  on  her  wrist  like  a  manacle  since  helaena  had  fastened  it  for  her  nights  ago  .  “  it  might  be  nice  for  you  to  be  at  home  —  for  a  short  while  ,  at  least  .  ”

[fallencrxwns]

special  raven  for  harrion  stark  —  @wnterreign​

             Watching  her  son  breathing  as  he  slept  soundly  was  the  easiest  and  only  way  to  fully  calm  her  nerves  those  days,  it  soothe  her  to  see  him  safe  and  sound  in  the  middle  of  chaos.  she  was  exhausted  however  her  eyes  never  closed  for  long  enough,  it  was  why  even  in  the  moments  she  was  ordered  to  rest  she  simply  found  herself  watching  over  benjen.  the  raven  girl  lifts  her  gaze  as  she  hears  the  echo  of  steps  approaching,  her  dark  circles  frame  the  grey  of  her  hues  and  she  had  avoided  mirrors  as  if  they  were  her  enemy.  while  things  had  not  been  resolved  between  he  two  at  least  she  found  herself  no  longer  having  the  need  to  run  away  at  the  sight  of  him.  “he  sleeps  soundly,  without  a  clue  of  the  world  around  him.”  she  speaks  before  the  silence  settles  in,  pulling  at  her  sleeve  to  hide  her  bandage.  “you  seem  well  all  things  consider.”  she  returns  her  eyes  to  the  young  prince  to  avoid  the  need  to  cross  the  room  to  inspect  him  herself.

[stxrfclls]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : @wnterreign​​​​​​​​​​​ ( katerina blacktyde )

 oddly  enough  ,  their  first  interaction  showing  how  awkward  they  both  were  helped  hugo  feel  a  bit  better  about  the  situation.  he’d  not  had  a  single  clue  what  to  expect  in  being  betrothed  to  an  islander  ,  the  rumors  of  their  consitutions  well  known.  but  the  lady  blacktyde  hadn’t  been  brash  or  bold  ,  not  rude  or  brazen.  hugo  still  had  no  idea  what  to  expect  of  their  new  arrangement  ,  but  he  was  a  hair  less  worried.  turning  a  corner  ,  hugo’s  feet  immediately  slowed  when  he  spotted  the  other  on  his  mind.  “  lady  blacktyde.  ”  formal  ,  because  he  was  far  to  awkward  for  any  of  this.  “  good  day.  ”

[darkwinged]

closed starter / lukas harlaw ( @wnterreign​ )

after doing her royal duties of greeting people, speaking to nobles she did not give a shit about and dancing with a handful of men that she would never choose for herself, visenya decided to spend the rest of the wedding continuing to drink plenty of wine, eating desserts and find her usual crowd of drunks to pass the time. but just after sitting down at their table, she spotted lukas across the hall and promptly forgot about any of her intentions. the gods truly had no mercy on her. she was annoyed that he had the audacity to look that good even after breaking her heart ― and then had the gall to flaunt it in front of her. visenya forced herself to look away in effort to fight against the flame of desire for him that was still very much burning inside her. but as her gaze was panning away from lukas, she noticed a group of ladies looking at lukas and giggling to each other. when one of them broke away from the pack and moved his way, she was suddenly standing up from her chair without even thinking. due to her drinking, she was a little unsteady on her feet but she was still quick to move through the crowd. vi managed to get to lukas first, a great victory for her, but as she stepped towards him, she realised that she had no reason for seeking him out after trying to ignore him for so many moons. all visenya knew was that she could not allow the lady to get his attention first. “have you become allergic to clothes, luke?” her wine addled mind forgot she did not refer to him like that anymore. “or have you merely decided to forego wearing shirts from now on? i’d support it.” some part of vi realised she might have drank too much to have this conversation with her former betrothed, but as always, the targaryen ignored the small voice of reason trying to warn her. 

[incorvaia]

»  @wnterreign​

“ you can put this aside for a moment can you lord willas? “ even if the inveigled words came out as a question her touch shifted from butterfly-like pinch to his cheek towards the desk only to shift whatever resided atop it to the side; making way for a silver disk possessing four winterberry tarts. accomplishment only achieved by the woman’s kindhearted appeal to the staff. “ I just need a bit of your time then I’ll be off. “ as if the bribe of sweets were to lend aid to her sudden approach.

[reignfms]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

the following blogs have 24 hours to make at least TWO in character replies ( to two different players ), contact the main or risk unfollow/reopening :

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𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

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@ruinovs

@stxrfclls

[wintcrfxll]

closed  starter  for  harrion  stark  @wnterreign​

she  could  not  help  but  to  shake  the  feeling  that  she  had  disappointed  her  brother,  by  being  unable  to  escape  without  injury  and  to  put  the  burden  of  worry  onto  him  and  the  rest  of  her  family.  the  pain  that  made  her  wince  with  the  steps  she  took  would  never  have  stopped  her  from  fighting  with  the  maesters  that  attended  to  her  to  see  her  elder  brother.  though,  of  course,  she  would  be  followed  by  personal  guards  that  she  would  make  wait  outside  of  her  brother’s  chambers.  ❝ harry, ❞  the  princess  throwing  her  arms  around  her  brother,  tears  almost  falling  immediately.  ❝ i  am  so  sorry.  ❞

[patriciers]

@wnterreign sent a raven : sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced .

from  the  moment  he  senses  the  door  swinging  open  —  whether  by  sight  or  sound  he  can’t  be  certain  —  belthasar  reaches  for  the  dagger  always  concealed  on  his  person  ,  preparing  to  spring  to  action  if  necessary  .  he  doesn’t  relax  ,  exactly  ,  upon  recognizing  the  figure  in  the  doorway  ,  but  stows  the  knife  away  ,  sculpting  his  expression  back  into  its  usual  steely  ,  calm  mien  .  even if he is curious as to why his nephew has decided to make an appearance , he refuses to allow any of his curiosity show , “  i  thought  you  were  not  speaking  to  me  .  ”  he  says  slowly  (  or  drawls  ,  one  could  say  ,  if  bel  were  petty  enough  for  that  sort  of  thing  )  as  he  returns  his  attention  to  his  reading  materials  .  “  or  was  that  a  condition  of  your  imprisonment  ?  ”

[feuillemorts]

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  ﹔  kieran bolton， @wnterreign​​．

agnar crosses his arms, staring contemplatively at the figure sprawled out on the floor at their feet. 　“ that’s rather pathetic even for a mainlander  ﹔  who faints after being lightly stabbed? ”　 it was the man’s own fault for making increasingly belligerent comments before taking a swing at them, and the fact that he had seemed well on the way to being drunk is completely irrelevant. after a quick glance around, agnar steps over the prone body and reaches down to grasp his legs, prompting kieran to join him with a tilt of his head. 　“ you take the upper half. ”　 the trio are in a shadowy enough corner that the beginnings of a brawl have gone unnoticed, but enough guards are on patrol that it will not be long before one comes by.

[rebelsxster]

━━ ⟢ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧   closed sorta flashback starter, based on your character update / @wnterreign​

     She wasn’t happy about leaving her home, especially because it was for Willas - the man who could fall into a well and she wouldn’t care. But unfortunately a tragedy had struck, he lost a cousin and they had to keep up appearances as a soon-to-be-married couple. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Xavion, Adaline would have stayed home, but he talked her into going. Unfortunately Adaline knew very well how much it hurt to lose a family member and, even though her thoughts about Willas hadn’t changed and probably never will, there was a part of her that wanted to be there for him, next to him. He didn’t deserve to stand alone at the funeral.

     Adaline arrived shortly before the start of the ceremony. Her eyes scanned the crowd and found him quite quickly. He hadn’t noticed her yet. She walked up to him from behind and stopped as she reached his side. “My Lord,” she quietly and politely greeted him, which was a stark contrast to her usual annoyed ‘you again’ when they met in more private settings. It was probably hard to believe, but this time the politeness was genuine as she didn’t want to offend or piss him off, not today of all days. She inconspicuously looked around to see if anyone was trying to eavesdrop or would suspect anything to be wrong before speaking again. “I know it probably does not mean much coming from me, but you have my deepest condolences,” she said just as quietly. “And I’m staying for as long as you need me to.” Her words were sincere. “And you won’t hear any complaining from me during this time,” she added with a small, playful smile.

[encirclet]

addressed   to          :         helaena mallister   /   @wnterreign

since their wedding , cailin had felt a sense of things falling into place . all that had caused them worry had faded very slowly into the background so that only the last vestiges of them remained . seagard had a capable leader in helaena , her brothers were no longer alone in its castle , and harrion's rule was off to a strong , maintainable start . cailin found themselves enjoying rather than agonizing over their duties as mistress of ships , with great plans for the fleet's future . presently , they had taken a break from penning correspondence to the maesters of northern port cities to stroll through a flowered garden with helaena . they pause a second to pluck a peony from its stem , twirling the bloom between their fingers before offering it to their wife in a casual gesture . " i hope the tyrells will not notice the absence of one flower . " they voice their concern , though their stride continues uninterrupted as they look to helaena for a more knowledgeable assessment .

[fallencrxwns]

special  raven  for  aranya  baratheon  —  @wnterreign​

               Mazhar  had  only  two  concerns,  his  siblings  and  two  tyrells,  he  only  worried  for  those  exclusive  people  getting  out  of  dorne  the  sooner  the  better.  even  if  he  had  to  stay  behind,  he  wouldn’t  be  a  big  loss  anyways.  “we  must  be  very  careful,  i  am  entirily  blind  as  to  what  we  are  dealing  with.”  he  says  with  stoic  features  but  there’s  concern  in  his  eyes.  they  could  not  upset  the  dornish,  but  they  could  also  not  upset  whoever  had  it  against  them.  as  usual  he  intended  to  play  both  sides  if  possible.