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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Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Jul 23, 2015 23:07:50 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
All it took was a single ray of sunlight to wake the Warden of the West. Piercing through the veil of cloth right onto his face. Pushing off the layers of fur and cotton from him. Doing his best not to wake his lioness yet. Dull crimson eyes starring before him as he rose up from his slumber. Fingers grasping onto a gilded cloth, draping it around his scared hips. Tucking a small portion underneath to keep the cloth from falling off his bare flesh.
Walking over to the open window that decorated his room. The midsummer breeze caressing against his chest as Tyreal peered beyond the blinds. Starring down upon the dawning day. Waking guards and aspiring Lannisters could be seen beneath. All that the light touched belonged to him here. Soon enough that light would touch all of Westeros. A sinister smile drawn upon his lips as he opened the glass panes further, pushing aside the blinds as light filled his bedroom.
Turning around to the figure beneath the bedding. His beloved spouse still sleeping. The only time he could best his woman was when she was unaware. Marching back to the bed they shared. Lord Lannister prowling atop the sheets, his body hovering above the likes of Alys as his figure slowly sank down into the mattress as the blonde leaned down to his womans ear. " Rrroar !" Tyreal mocked the animal that symbolized their house as he released the light feline cry. Sinking an ivory tooth upon her ear as he tugged lightly. " Time for you to wake my Lioness." the playful lord mused as he rested his weight against his sleeping beauty.
Post by Alys Lannister on Jul 24, 2015 1:04:22 GMT
ENDINGS WITHOUT END
► it seems paper-thin ◄
Sleeping was a luxury Alys could afford. It afforded her a lot of rest from her studying, and while sleep was some sort of comfort, there were a few things that really bothered her about dreams. And just recently, too, it afforded her some rest after the rowdy wedding. The ceremonies still burned freshly in her mind, although she preferred not to talk about it. Rather, think about it and move on from that point. Last night did make a wreck out of her, a bit, but today was another day. She could just move on from that point, a married woman.
The tug on her ear was more than enough to get her awake. She opened both eyes, aware of the weight of her husband affecting the mattress. His body hovering over her. So loud in the morning, how troublesome, thought Alys, rubbing her eyes with her hands. Her features creased in half-annoyance, half-amusement, the corner of her lips twisting. She certainly hated being bothered in the morning. So she would have to deal with someone so loud in the morning, came her mental note.
"It's so early, and you're making a call to die early, Tyreal," said Alys. Her eyes impassive, and yet they glued to her husband. Early mornings never really suited her well - having someone so loud in the morning disturbed her comfort.
"Do you want to die?" Without warning, Alys threw a pillow in her husband's face. While usually gentle, she could be quite the puppeteer - or the feisty woman. All depended on the situation. She stole a look back at her husband. "We really should get breakfast," she added, nonchalant on whether or not her pillow throw was effective. "I'm hungry. Do you want to eat?"
Wow. First food, then secondly, her husband. She hadn't expected her opinion about Tyreal Lannister to change quickly. She'd hit him with the prayer book, hit him with a large book, and then here they were, sleeping in the same bed, gotten married. Strange thing, married life would be.
"Or do you feel like doing something else?" At that, Alys averted her eyes - and started looking for the hair ribbon that usually held her hair up. "We're married now. Perhaps we should talk about it. I'm going to make it clear to you, Tyreal Lannister, that while we are legally bound by law now, I will not stand for whoring. Behave yourself. Or you get a knuckle sandwich from me. How many children do you want?"
You just got married and now you're talking about children, Alys thought. Way to go, Alys. While future-oriented, she did think the need to talk it over with her husband would be the best way to go.
Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Jul 24, 2015 5:55:22 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Delicate fingers rubbed at the Lady beneath the Lion. Showcasing emerald eyes that reflected his bold figure. Lips would purse with excitement, yet her forehead would wrinkle with displeasure. Had the Castamere bride not woken at dawn. Sharing her first words with him of the day. Threatening the Warden of the West with death. Sanguine eyes locked on the likes of his mate.
A final declaration made by Alys before the ivory cushion was thrown straight into his face. Shaking his head as the pillow fell between them, his blonde mane wild and untamed. Catching a fierce glance from his woman beneath him. " Your attacks wound me darling. When did you bear such claws." Tyreal whispered as he nipped at the womans cheek for throwing the pillow at him. A kiss for the lovely woman as she suggested sharing a meal.
" Perhaps I might roll over and die." Tyreal offered sarcastically to his wife beneath him as he thought of what they could dine on at this hour. " Eggs, Pork, Wine." Tyreal began to list items he wished to see at the breakfeast table as he rolled over onto the bed. Now laying on the bed as his wife began to toy with her hair. Being attacked verbally by his beloved about whoring under the threat of being struck by her fist. " I wont sully my seed on some she-whore." Tyreal explained.
" Though this Warden is very scared of your fists milady." he joked with her as the bombshell at the end brought true thought to his mind. " As many are needed to secure the Lannister name in Westeros." he replied seriously. Tyreal wanted his house to be forever etched into history and continue to grow. If the Targaryens needed to be unseated to do so he would do just that. " Two to marry, two to marry off." four children being the total he desired to secure their House. The morning had just begun and they were talking about future generations of Lannisters.
Post by Alys Lannister on Jul 24, 2015 12:45:27 GMT
ENDINGS WITHOUT END
► it seems paper-thin ◄
On finding the hair ribbon, she set to swift work with her hair, attempting to put it to order. She listened to her husband, ever the one to react. She, with her silence, and her keenness, and her husband's ability to execute, come up and think up game plans that ensured long-term stability or any gains for their House as a whole. She had seen him train, while she shot her arrows and threw knives, a joke of a lady with her sharpness and her nonchalance. It was really some kind of miracle she'd settled her lot with him, and truth be told, who would have guessed that in the morning, she was feeling quite good, in a good mood, listening to her husband.
Truth be told, the sudden kiss to her cheek wasn't too bad, too. This wasn't too bad. In truth, she was rather pleased with his reaction. While he assured her that he wouldn't dare spill his seed on some lowborn wench, Alys nodded, listening, calculating. If he dared break his word on her, he would have to anticipate her fire. He'd been under her fire - she'd snubbed him when they first met, she'd hit him with books and pillows.
She was a wife now. Of course, she'd do her duty, but her concession to his rule meant a quid pro quo. On levels of analysis, too. This talk of future was mutual on both sides, she realized, and she found herself warming up quite easily to her new role. Tyreal was more than up to the job. Even after all this time, she admitted to herself, she was pretty shocked with how taken Tyreal was with her. And she was taken with him, in a way.
"I'll do my duty, Tyreal," said Alys. She looked directly at Tyreal in the eye, eyes a green flame. "I'll give you four cubs, and maybe even more if you want." She grinned, and then leaned in closer. Smiles were a dangerous and damning thing for any highborn woman to give so casually. "I'll be honest. We didn't start off in the best foot, I snubbed you, I hit you with books, and yet here we are, in the same bed. I'm taken with you, I only hope you'll be happy with me. I want you to be the only one to whisper in my ear, and I'll do the same for you. I want you, I want what you want. Seven willing, we'll have a brood, and we won't have idiots for children. I will not like to have an heir who is a fool. I'm sure you'll agree, won't you?"
If he wanted power, she'd gladly be his tool to achieve it. She wanted the same for herself. The gods knew that. It pleased her to have some aspect of power for herself. Her at her husband's ear, and her husband at her ear.
"We will be one in all things. I will not have it any other way. You want a crown? I want a crown. I will help you get it. You'll be the beast, I'll be the beauty. I want it that way." Her lips twisted. That was how things should be. If you had an intelligent spouse, why not maximize the resource? Basic economics. "I want House Lannister to solidify its power. When you married me, you already did that. If you want Westeros, then we'll have our children marry out of influence."
Was she getting ahead of herself, strategizing everything? Demanding, but calculating. Gentle to look at, but a potentially dangerous ally to have.
"At the end of the day, I just want to make things work. You know, you should take me for walks in the beach. I want to go to the beach." Another demand. By no means, she planned to be his councilor, his confidant, her husband's everything.
Post by DAEMON BLACKFYRE on Jul 28, 2015 0:14:13 GMT
Reach out your hands Don't turn your back Don't walk away How in the world Can I wish for this? Never to be torn apart Close to you 'Til the last beat Of my heart
Tyreal watched his lioness tame her mane. Stringing cloth through its golden strands in her silence. An ability his wife coveted far to much. As head of the pride she needed to learn to express her status. Though he saw no need to push her buttons this early in the morning. The Warden of the West would not risk death by the hand of his woman. " Do your duty woman?" Tyreal grunted as he rolled back over the top of his beauty.
Eyes filled with embers locked on his own. " This isnt about senseless fucking like with the whores nor are you a solider needing to complete his duty." his lordship snarled back at his wife playfully. " Your only duty is to be at my side until death brings us to the old gods and new. Fucking my woman should bring her as much pleasure as it brings me to see such weakness and pleasure in your eyes. Bear your claws and dig them into my back Alys, mark your lord to show all who he belongs to." he roared to her beneath.
Though the fact that she shared a desire for more children brought a smile to his lips. " That is alot of names my lion." Tyreal teased softly seeing the bright smile from his bride below. Seeking her warmth he placed his head atop her shoulder and drowned against her blonde hair and bed beneath. Listening to Alys go off on her own tangent of what she wanted the future to be. They would bear noble children and bring the fruits of their labor into Westeros. " My head still hurts from the book of Seven." Tyreal whispered into her ear as he rested against his woman.
" You say such silly things for a highborn." Lord Lannister admitted softly. " Had I not been taken with you Alys, I would not have arranged to have you be mine. Never forget that, I only pray that I will be a husband worthy of your time." Tyreal mused gently into his lovers ear as he kissed the nape of her neck. " Perhaps one day soon our children will sit upon the Iron Throne." Tyreal laughed, none of their blood would be born a fool. They were ideal parents and mates. Words of triumph and wanting success would come from Alys next.
His lioness wanted everything he could ever desire. " I want you my lion." he interuppted her as his arms came behind her back and brought her up. Showcasing the Lannister Lady on his lap with her chest at his eyes and her head above his. Tyreal wanted the Lannisters to surpass the likes of the Targaryens and with his wife he just might recieve that chance. " The beach sounds rather nice." Tyreal admitted as he brought his head to the stomach of his wife. Simply pressing his ear to it to listen to her heartbeat. " How does a moon lit stroll sound?" he joked.
Post by Alys Lannister on Jul 28, 2015 6:25:10 GMT
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shake it out
REGRETS COLLECT LIKE OLD FRIENDS HERE TO RELIVE YOUR DARKEST MOMENTS. I CAN SEE NO WAY, I CAN SEE NO WAY. AND ALL OF THE GHOULS COME OUT TO PLAY. AND EVERY DEMONS WANTS HIS POUND OF FLESH, BUT I LIKE TO KEEP SOME THINGS TO MYSELF. I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN.
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Under more normal circumstances, Alys was sure she could have made things more difficult. By nature, she was socially intelligent and bookish and sensible, attractive by value of character and mind. Yet she'd been difficult, and yet Tyreal had chosen her, and his mother had wanted her. The whisper in her ear made her chuckle; so apparently, her little trick with the holy books had been painful physically, for him. One did not simply mess with Alys Reyne, she was a force in her own right, even before she had gotten married.
It made her happy to see her husband wanting the same things she desire. Together, they would have to see whatever they wanted through. She could easily tear up every doubt that evaded her, she could just as easily discard any fear she had. They would be ideal mates, ideal partners, partners in crime and life, and they would be by each other's side until the reaper called Death would take them to the gods old and the new. She couldn't dare to conceal any relief. Under her calm mask, she had certainly bottled up most of any emotions she had. She had been studious, ever dutiful as a child, and bound to make the most of whatever Fortuna had given her.
Even before she had given her yes, perhaps she'd always known she'd give herself in marriage to someone who would want to secure a brighter picture for the future. Her parents had been passionate as a couple; she'd watched them enjoy their time together, in joy and hardship and everything that came. Her mother had been her father's joy, a beautiful woman to behold, and Alys had wondered why they had been so happy in the first place. Now, it was her turn to make of what was in front of her.
Whatever she would quickly come up next, it was interrupted. Arms curled around her back, and her husband placed her on his lap. His head laying on her stomach, the closeness was something she had much to get used to. Married life was a matter of adjusting. While she shied away from a lot of physical contact, from Tyreal, it was entirely a different matter. She pressed closer to him, and patted his head, admiring the golden shine of his hair. For a man, he had pretty hair, she thought, fondness visible in the shine of her eyes and the gentleness of her touch. She was sure he could her heart beat, the thumping.
"I'd appreciate a moonlit stroll," she murmured. Soft, low. "It sounds perfect." She set her hand down, while with her free hand, she looked at her husband, curious, the way a brave child would stare a beast at its eyes. Did she want it? It was a gift, it had a price, and she could only wish to be turned to gold under the sunlight to pay her price.
"If you want me, then I want you more." If she had thought herself uncapable of feeling any passion, then she was much in the wrong. Without any warning, she was surprised with the amount of emotion she felt. The heat around her cheeks, her sudden boldness. She pressed her face closer to her husband's, and then. The queasiness in her chest was now a fire. She kissed her husband in the lips, a peck with the barest hint of longing.
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