The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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In the hollow halls of the Eryie, Dyanna decided to take a stroll through the garden. She's attempted to make the barren space much more green, but the terrain proved to be difficult to work with. Plants can't sink their roots into stone, they weren't strong enough.
The Lady of the Vale would be leaving on a trip very soon to Sunspear to meet with the Martell's. Truth be told, she was extremely intimidated by the whole affair. Their culture was.....different. Although she admired their freedom, more specifically a woman's freedom. If only she had the courage to flee, start a new live far far away from this place...
Those thoughts plagued her mind from time to time, but Dyanna couldn't abandon her children. Or her husband, despite the lingering rumors.
Post by VANESSA ARRYN on Jun 25, 2015 20:32:01 GMT
The height did not faze her. It never did. Ever since she had sent this boy flying, she not been intimidated by any prospective fall. She could not understand how people could. ‘Just one wrong step and you fall to your doom,’ they said. But why would one make a wrong step. A strpmg gust of wind could be dangerous, yes, and she was not suicidal enough to get into situations where that could happen. But on a lazy evening like this when even the wind could not be motivated, sitting on the ledge like this was perfectly fine.
Besides the view from there was grand. She could see the entirety of the Vale, their domain from up here. They ruled over it, one day her brother would rule over it. It was a bit saddening, wasn’t it? She was the older child and even though she did not really want to rule this place, she wanted to grow old here. But one day her father would announce her match. She would do her duty and go to some other place, call it home, try to love someone she did not know. It always made her melancholic. She did not hate or loathe this fate in the slightest. But she did wonder how it would be to not be able to see this place again. To not watch it from the garden’s lazy ledge.
As she strolled, Dyanna caught her daughter sitting on the ledge of the garden, overlooking the jagged mountains of the Vale. "You shouldn't sit so close to the ledge Nessa." She was a mother, and one day Vanessa might know what it felt like to have maternal instincts...That is, if she doesn't share the same curse Dyanna had with her womb.
She felt sad for her daughter. Vanessa was eighteen years old, the prime age to be promised to a young lord of another house hold. Dyanna remembered when her father announced her impending bethrothal to Artys. She was devastated. Knowing it was her duty to leave the warm shores of Driftmark to the cold and isolated fortress of the Eyrie....It changed her.
She didn't want her daughter to experience the sorrow of being forced to leave her childhood home. Dyanna could already tell those thoughts have plagued her recently.
"Nessa, it isn't going to be easy." The woman sat down on the ledge with her daughter, her black dress fanning out onto the stone; "Wherever your wings take you, you must learn to love your new home." Dyanna rested a caring hand on her shoulder; "But I promise you, I'll find you a place where you can live in love and happiness." The Lady of the Eyrie combed her fingers gently through Vanessa's dark locks. None of her children inherited the Velaryon silver in their hair. Just the Arryn black.
Dyanna knew the best place to send Vanessa would be The Reach. Marrying a Tyrell would perfectly ensure her future. The Tyrell's were open and happy individual's, surely Vanessa could find a home there.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, I am used to it,” Vanessa replied nonchalantly when her mother told her to get down. Good girls did that, after all. Besides, she was already used to that woman’s nature. In a way it was kind of sad to see that she really wasn’t that much of an Arryn but a Velarion, not at all used to the height and the cold. She had other good points, of course, and Vanessa believed that some of her better qualities came from mother’s side as well.
The worry about marriage though, she could not have gotten from her. And it was quite the sudden turn to approach this topic now, wasn’t it? The black haired girl had to blink twice before she realized it, but afterwards she just giggled, clearly not taking it as seriously. Besides, it was very soothing to be petted like this by her mother. “I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ve always known that it would happen someday so I am more than prepared for it. And since it is you two who will make the choice, I am perfectly looking forward to things. I am not going to have any care at all regarding men until you show me my intended~.”
Men that was. But she surely would not bring up the other gender to her mother of all people. That would just be ew, very eww. It was hard enough imagining that her mother and father must have done the deed back in the day. She sure hoped they didn’t anymore, that’d be weird.
"Daughter, you are wise beyond your years." she said with a smile. It warmed her heart to see such maturity coming from Vanessa. Dyannna's younger self was filled with illusions and fantasies of never growing up. Her father never prepared her for the reality, that one day she'd be betrothed and taken from her home. The young Arryn may have come to terms, but when the marriage actually happens Dyanna prayed to the Gods she wouldn't ache on they inside. Please spare her the misery.
"Your father and I will be leaving for Sunspear soon for a time. Now, with all the children coming of age, houses have begun meeting with each other to form alliances. A step we must take to ensure peace in the realm." The new generation of heirs were growing up quickly, to the point where marriages must be made. War needed to be avoided, and the only way to accomplish that was through unity.
“Or maybe I am the greatest fool of all,” she chimed right back before heeding her mother’s words and hopping off from the ledge. Not because she suddenly got scared or such, but simply because it did not offer her anything anymore. She had her mother to pass the time now, so there was that. “But Sunspear sounds exotic. Are you going to leave my dear brother in charge while you are gone? He could use the exercise, I reckon. Hasn’t really had a taste of ruling yet.”
Not that she was different, but no one truly expected her to rule. Sure, she had been trained some to be a backup, given that there were no other heirs, but even if she got to rule due to some tragic circumstance, it would never be for long. As soon as she got a husband, they would seek to do it.
Speaking of….”Are you going to seek a husband for me or a wife for him? You can tell me, don’t worry. I am the most reliable one here, after all.”
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The height did not faze her. It never did. Ever since she had sent this boy flying, she not been intimidated by any prospective fall. She could not understand how people could. ‘Just one wrong step and you fall to your doom,’ they said. But why would one make a wrong step. A strpmg gust of wind could be dangerous, yes, and she was not suicidal enough to get into situations where that could happen. But on a lazy evening like this when even the wind could not be motivated, sitting on the ledge like this was perfectly fine.