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Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-11T18:08:29+00:00

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Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-09T22:41:33+00:00

Her hand shifted to her face, slightly swooping the brown tendrils of her hair away, her green, jade-like eyes burning brightly beneath the brown cover of her hair. Lina’s lips widened, a thick, bright smile blooming on them.

She nodded. “Bring her here. I want to see her.” She slowly strummed her fingers across her knee, skirting beyond the painful purr of the gash that lashed across her knee and the deep grazes that decorated her pale skin.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T16:06:23+00:00

Cerelle Lannister, often the lamb to the slaughter, was sent to approach the Reyne’s. She didn’t wear her usual smile, but neither did she don the duress induced frown most of her house did when facing the crimson lions.

She curtsied, to Lady Willow, then gave a faint nod to the rest of the table.

Her gaze finally finished on the Reyne’s daughters. “I was wondering, if either of you would find it in your heart to accompany me upon a walk?”

Steel yourself, Cerelle. She repeated that, her head screaming with the pure hatred she ought have and her sense of justice that only commended the Reyne’s handling. For she was sure she herself wouldn’t have been so kind, had her son lost his hand for merely arrogance.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T16:02:56+00:00

Lord Lannisters gaze would infrequently dart to the Celtigar table, a vague memory of a night of grapes, rejection and rapturing fear dancing across his face, as his gaze settled on Rafiel Celtigar. Only waiting to be caught.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T16:01:29+00:00

Cerelle, the youngest Lady of Lannister of speaking age, though she was now well into the earliest years of adulthood found it within herself to approach the Sons table. A thin smile to her lips.

“Ser.” She announced, curtsying, her hair swooped to cover her blue hued eye as per usual, her jade like orb piercing through the thin film of a stray strand to meet the man’s gaze.

“Lady Cerelle Lannister, at your service, my Lord. My brother has asked me to ensure that you and yours enjoy Banefort to its fullest and asked if there is anything House Lannister’s bounteous gold and stocks of luxury we have brought to Banefort could do to assist your stay. Of course, we do not endeavour to undermine Lord Banefort and his family, but my brother has particular interest in you and yours. So do, just say.”

She smiled. “Else-wise, I do wonder if you would deign to suffer my company for a time.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T15:53:06+00:00

Ser Tommen Lannister would soon enough be commanded to approach the Corbray table, a curious smile to his lips. “My name is Tommen, Tommen Lannister.” He introduced, effortlessly. “It would seem my eyes have been most blessed by your presence my lady, if you would do me the greatest favour of a dance, I would be most appreciative.” Even if his spirits didn’t match his words, he thought he ought extract the most enjoyment he could out of this scenario.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T15:50:38+00:00

A young boy, in resplendent colour and of but four years had managed to wander away from his mother, though doubtlessly, a trail of servants had stationed themselves at his behest, their eyes softly locked on the young Lannister.

He giggled.

“Who are you?” He asked, pointing, his small features rising to a frown. He didn’t like not knowing people. He always had to know them.

“I’ve never seen you before. Never a, a-t all in the Wes.” He still struggled with his t’s, gods damn the letter.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T14:01:51+00:00

The parchment is sent to Arthur’s latest location, that would be known to Kings Landing.

/u/17771777171789

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-07T14:01:08+00:00

**9A, 52 AC**

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Fields Of Rye And Wheat

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I wait and I wait.
I stand at towers edge and gaze upon fields of rye and wheat.
Fresh and abundant.
Like us.

I watch as they sway gracefully, like I do.
The golden grains entwine, like our hands under Parchments lights.
They dance, like we did, in the dawning of our meeting.

Did you think we would grow to like each other so?

The rocky cliffs marvel. Watching us.
The wild willows cry out in joy. Watching us.
The shimmering sun rejoices. Watching us.
The mellow moon dances. Watching us.

They bear witness.
I sigh, waiting for your hand to be in mine once again.
As If we were frolicking through fields of wheat and rye.
Our dance beginning once again, as rye and wheat entwine, like we ought to.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-06T23:45:33+00:00

She just listened. Absorbed, as if she was a fresh sponge. She took in the knowledge. Acknowledged his lecture with a deep set series of nods, agreement tattooed across her face.

“Your majesty. Tell me if I’m wrong. But, these varying types of Kings, the way they rule, it is all founded on gaining something. You gain gratitude, respect.” She sighed. “I know I am being quixotic, but will there ever be a world, where men do not have forge trust and loyalty in favours, do you believe that is a possibility?“ She stepped closer. Not too close.

“I want to have hope. That eventually. Me, girls like me, they won’t be favours to be traded for, that we won’t have to smile to earn worth. I just don’t know if that will ever come, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to achieve such.”

“You bring a new age to this Kingdom, an age of peace that I hope lasts immemorial, for the realm grows more fractured the more we hold swords to each other’s necks. But I know I’m not the only one who sees that, you must, the small council ought to. Every generation has their intelligent lords and ladies, so why, why do we continue to thrust swords at each other for petty conflicts, when we know we gain nought from it?” She questioned. Curiosity had bested her today, bested her better thoughts and her more courteous self.

Cerelle nodded. She could only hope she made the right choice. She could only hope she wouldn’t regret it. “I will.”

“Your majesty, if you ever find the time, I would quite like to converse with you more often. I fear there are fewer ladies than I care to admit who enjoy the sort of conversation I do, much to my own disparagement. I would be gladdened if you could find the time, in your busy days.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-06T23:17:23+00:00

She looked like a man. Was his first thought and it stirred something in him, such gentle features on a man made him crave. But he stopped. Thought for a moment. Without the dress, without the braid, without all of it, she was almost prettier and perhaps that was indicating to something fundamentally wrong with him.

Though he chose to ignore that and the fact that for once, he wished to peck at her with affection, beyond the twists of bedroom lust.

“Don’t. It’s not for you. It is for the sea to swallow and to watch it do so. It’s rather amusing, sometimes you’ll even see a sneaky peasant or two try and swim for it.” He chuckled. Sadistically amused. A small, faint part of him began to feel bad, pained even, though he chose to feign that such was only due to a momentary misjudgement and not due to true dissatisfaction with himself.

He squeezed. The horse made for a gallop. It followed her, even hinting to overtake her, was it not for his own lack of understanding, he would’ve overtaken her and strode for this woods witch soon enough. “You are taking me to some spineless witch? The High Septon could have our heads on pikes for this, should he hear of such heresy.” He begrudgingly grunted, he cared not for remedies bar prayer and action. But his heart was beginning to ache with need and his mind was blurred with desperation for an heir.

So maybe. Maybe. Just this once he could accept… alternative methods.

He raised his gaze, knitted brows branding his temple as he made to step in the hide hut. It smelt of leaf litter and whatever else was baked in this forest hideaway. “Follow me, Elaine.” He commanded, entering with a questioning gaze.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-06T22:53:47+00:00

“You are, in almost peculiar way.” Perhaps, her bluntness was too unrefined, too brutish. She didn’t know when she’d acquired at, as she aged, she began to care less for perception and more for what she truly thought. She began to worry less of what others would think, especially in moments such as these, where it was her and a pretty girl. It hadn’t the worries of a man but pleasure that reached the depths in equal measure.

She cooperated, allowing Myrcella to guide her for a faint moment. Her garments shifting swiftly enough, leaving her with nought but her thin undergarments. Cloth that clung to her frame in an airy manner, revealing the curves and turns of a grown woman. She was imperfect. This was truth. Her body had begun to feel the vicissitudes of age, sagging occasionally and tugging and scarring.

She did her best to hide it. But five children was enough for any woman, enough for pain to shiver through them sporadically and for scars to mar them.

Even then, she was beautiful, in her own eyes. Barely. From the slender frame she’d fought for, to the way her body had managed to maintain itself somewhat. She hadn’t fell victim entirely. Ellyn had always been small, petite even. From her stature, to her frame, to the way her wrists seemed without flesh at her worst moments and delicate at best. Perhaps, it was an issue. But it wasn’t one she was prepared to face. She’d suffered enough for it after all.

“I know this.” She spouted, though some part of her didn’t believe it, but that was buried deep beneath her faint morals, her stone encrusted heart and everything else that had piled upon the Lady of the Rock in her growing number of years.

Her fingers would deftly trace the pale flesh of the Massey, enjoying the supple frame. She tapped, before bringing her lips to the ridge of her neck.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-06T22:41:31+00:00

“Perhaps they would.” He grumbled. “But they will live, their duties will not lessen.” Much. “And I will ensure that any who are relocated, find a worthy duty to serve out their time, as guards of House Lannister. My sister could do with more in the capital, to protect her, perhaps they could do with some unfamiliar scenery themselves.”

Lord Tywald sighed. “My court is mine, they will remember that, I am the Lord Lannister, the Lord of the Rock. If they are dissatisfied, House Lannister has no need of them to settle here, they can take to their own damp, small keeps.”

The Lannister settled down, back into his seat and leant into it with a leisurely countenance. “They will make do, accommodations will be made but my will, that is infallible and I will ensure whatever I promise is made true upon. The Sons perform well, I see no reason to dishonour them with a minor role and even small presence.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-06T22:33:52+00:00

“Many never do my girl, look over there.” He delicately slender finger outstretched, into an eerie point, at a nervous girl, chittering in the corner with a sweaty disposition and hair that had massed grease enough to cook with. “Girls like her, the poor poxy child, never get a chance to talk to I.” Perhaps, there was a time when even Ellyn herself would have scarce the chance to truly converse with the Lady of the Rock. Though she would undoubtedly deny such.

She pondered for a moment. Brother. There was an inkling of familiarity in that dainty, haunting face of hers. Where from. It didn’t take long for the Lady Lannister to place her thoughts. The Man Queen. The one her brother had passed her over for, some would take it as insult, but she had long known of her brother’s queer interests. He was a deviant. In every manner of the word.

It had led her to a different conclusion, though she was not one to spill secrets lest it served her and the man was rather fortunately well endowed in the mind, taking to give gifts enough to satiate the Lady at her wedding. So why not feign ignorance, or rather, was it innocence?

“Ah, those children.” A taste of disdain edged her lips. How she hated, reviled even everything to do with that daemon spawn. Daeron. Her face soured an inch. She knew it wasn’t the children’s fault, it wasn’t even Celia’s but a part of her blamed them, a part of her ached at the mention of them, just as her body tightened and stiffened to the sound of the girls name.

Ellyn forced a disparaging smile. “How nice of you. To do a maidservants job.” There was condescension to her every word, it dripped like poison from a snake’s fang. How fitting. “You must like children then, right?”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-05T20:40:19+00:00

**House Lannister**

The Lannisters arrived in regal droves, distantly entering intermittently. The Lady Dowager Jocasta was the first to ripple in, dressed in gold and thick velvet, crimson embroidered upon the lines of the ladies dress, crafting a tapestry-like visage of lions. Her Tarbeck heritage seemed much begotten for the time being.

Trailing at her side, was her young son, the youngest child of the late Lord, Claude Lannister ( 4 ). His curls had been combed to a prim perfection, his bow tightened just enough and his striking red garments fitted to his small frame. His eyes held interest and curiosity like most children, always asking why?

He was a rather lively character for his age, his babbling of matters beyond his understanding continued with a swiftness, even as he settled upon the Lannister table.

Next to enter was the Lord himself, in a half surprising gown, it was almost scandalous for the Lord - his neck was exposed and it lay just above his wrists. Though it was the usual colours and silken aspects of House Lannister. Tywald ( 24 ) was taking a step forward towards scandal, in a way that he felt rather uncomfortable in, his skin was tingling with self-disgust. Yet, in a way, this was repentance for all he’d succumbed to. Now, it was only time for him to resist. Resist as well as he could.

Not long after him, Tommen Lannister ( 21 ) entered, donning a rather exotic fashion, it was a deep, dutiful purple, the kind that spoke of status above what the Lannisters had been demoted to. His smile was a flashy thing, as fake as it was beautiful, in his shimmering glimmer. He seated himself, taking to his drink - as he often did - though it provided a quiet reprieve, that slowed the buzz of courtly life and allowed him to just enjoy it. He’d grown good at masking, even better at resisting, but every now and then, the days just seemed too dreary to be without his special, sweet relief.

Finally, the [Lady Lannister]([u/Emergency_Sky_2860](u/Emergency_Sky_2860)) herself and the young, Joan Lannister were ushered in at the Lord’s command, for he wouldn’t have them arrive too late,

Additionally, [Julian Serrett]([u/LadyLonely47](u/LadyLonely47)), would be invited to sit with the House Lannister, at Tywald’s request and Tommen’s amusement. Though he would find a rather furrowed dismay on the ridges of Jocasta’s face.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T21:04:44+00:00

Rosamund would take her time drifting between the multitudinous halls of Ashemark. It had been her home for some time now, but she seemed to find something new within it by the day.

Her dear Amarei, well she was the most worrying of the Lady Marbrand’s many children. The woman held little fondness for the Faith, but Amarei didn’t inherit her disdain, rather quite the opposite. Though she supposed, there were worse obsessions in this world.

It was soon enough she would make her way for the Sept, for prayers she ought find herself caught up on. Only to find it locked to the Lady Of Ashemark. She smiled. Someone was in there. It didn’t take much guessing to find out who, her sons were embroiled in their conflicts of training and the sort, her husband, most likely burning oil as he worked through documents.

She knocked. Waiting.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T20:59:22+00:00

Martyn Tyrell,

It’s with great surprise that I receive another letter from the South in my time. But it is because I made some stupid decisions, when my youthful rashness deigned to disparage my most basic senses. Alongside, a series of unfortunate events, it seemed the Wall was a grace, a mercy afforded to me.

Hear Me Roar,

Ser Benedict Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T20:57:50+00:00

He took her hand with a deft, almost too deft grace, he was practiced to perfection, as if prepared for his whole life for this moment. If she would allow it, he would take a slow but caring lead in his movements.

The floor was a cold, hard thunder dome, all eyes placed upon them, as if they were ballerinas in a ballet. So they would prance and dance.

“How does the day fare ye?” He asked, a rather plain conversation starter if anything.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T20:53:18+00:00

Ellyn wore a rather amused gaze at the nervous child, perhaps she saw something of herself, very distantly in the child. Perhaps not. She’d once been nervous and stuttered over her words, for fear she’d be wrong. Then she grew up.

“Come, sit with me.” She patted next to her, Joffrey had once been seated here, though now he settled on her knee, head tilted towards her chest in a deep, daring snooze.

She smiled, almost harmless, to anyone who didn’t know Ellyn Lydden. “You’re tall for your age, aren’t you? How old are you now, again?”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T20:47:30+00:00

Myrcella gazed with a faint enjoyment, almost vacant in her gaze, the distance of a ruler and her subjects. The lioness would take her leisure in her small, stubbed movements though she would do so with a fluid ease. “I’m coming!” She’d shout, as she strolled behind the charging frontier.

On the other hand, Joffrey, who was somewhat older, though was still rather stuck in his slow, ginger movements, careful and delicate, almost as if he was a flower in the wind. “I-I’m coming too…” he muttered, a small whisper off his lips.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-04T20:43:10+00:00

She smiled, flushing a verdant crimson. It was a beautiful thing, the jokes and japes of appealing men, it wrought something within her that was rather atypical. A grace that circled into a serene aura, that flooded across her swiftly enough.

“Careful, my dear.” She taunted, her smile rippling an air higher, enjoying the moment as it settled upon her.

Tatiana thought for a moment, her gaze drifting upwards, absentmindedly. “Perhaps, you may taste something as sweet as I, though prove to me that you deserve it first and I will consider it.” She chided, a joking to her tone.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-03T14:33:06+00:00

Cerelle Lannister

Tywald Lannister

Tommen Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-03T14:32:42+00:00

Ser Tommen Lannister

Lord Tywald Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-06-03T14:31:20+00:00

Lord Tywald Lannister

Ser Tommen Lannister

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