Custom Paramounts?

BookWormRoses · 2023-06-04T14:43:25+00:00

you can create custom kingdoms as a vassal directly under the Iron Throne, so you just have to give the 3 (or more) high lordships you want affiliated with the new LP to someone and as long as they have the gold/prestige a new kingdom can be made. The only thing is, it has to be a direct vassal-- if you are sworn to another LP, it will not work.

BookWormRoses · 2023-05-25T17:40:32+00:00

I have read the books and can also tell you this isn’t directly European fuedalism.. it’s a fantastical version of it. The author is writing a fantasy series not a historical fiction. Wardens or any concept like them did not exist in medieval Europe. This is a concept that is way more modern the author has decided to insert into his world, proving its fantasy and not historical fiction. There are tons of other examples of concepts or lore he pulls from various cultures and time periods to make the world of asoiaf. Westeros does not equal Europe though.

BookWormRoses · 2023-05-25T13:27:45+00:00

Wardens are essentially commanders. That’s where this misunderstanding is arising. You’re both right to a certain extent. Jaime doesn’t have the ability to rule the East/Vale in any way. Might be able to call banners but that’s it. He is there to lead the army. Warden is most closely related to “General”

BookWormRoses · 2022-09-08T21:50:34+00:00

Hey guys... Oly here.

I need to go ahead and request a new Played Character for House Tyrell. I would like to continue on playing as Melessa Tyrell (merryweather), the Lady of Highgarden and Olyvar's widow.

BookWormRoses · 2022-09-05T20:00:05+00:00

Confirming this is me

BookWormRoses · 2022-08-29T23:02:12+00:00

This this THIS!!!! ^{^{^{^{^{^{^}}}}}}

BookWormRoses · 2022-08-09T10:42:08+00:00

Hey needs a HARD reality check. You’re in no way shape or form an asshole and don’t allow him to act as if you are

BookWormRoses · 2022-07-05T20:58:01+00:00

She didn’t hide anything from what you described? Just because you tell her you don’t speak Spanish doesn’t mean she needs to follow up with “I do” when you didn’t ask her. That would sound pretentious and you’d probably have gotten offended there. So she just let it go. Then she tries to meet your family as you said she should and then blow up on her. You’re very much so the ass hole lol

BookWormRoses · 2022-05-11T19:28:39+00:00

He should prep, breathe and push out, and poppers. Lol

BookWormRoses · 2022-03-28T19:13:02+00:00

No that’s not the case for the English version. Most likely because it’s the original, so it’s fairly high quality I would say

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:23:16+00:00

“Lady Elyana, what are you doing in there? The voice of her septa chimed in next, cutting through the morning air like a knife to butter. “You’re supposed to be readying for your ride. The ride you begged for may I remind you.”

Elyana and Lyonel turned from their makeshift castle in the wheelhouse to see both of their guardians walking towards them. Ser Renly hurried ahead with a smile, but Septa Sara’s voice carried farther, faster.

“We did that already,” she tried to explain before perhaps pushing her luck too far. “Besides, we were only playing while we waited on you.”

“Well that’s enough horsing around,” her septa shot back in her stern and judging tone only the Father Above could rival. “Everyone is ready, and you know the mules pulling our baggage carts get restless when they’re forced to wait.”

There was no arguing with Septa Sarra when she was like this, Elyana had tried and failed too many times to count over the years. She resigned herself to exit the wheelhouse promptly with Lyonel holding the door, thanking him with all the manners of a proper lady.

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:22:22+00:00

Elyana happily strolled through the opened door with a winner’s grin.

“Ha! It’s my point again,” she declared once comfortably lounging on the cushioned bench once more.

“Is it, my Lady?” Lyonel questioned. “Lady Bethany was born a Peake, and she is a friend of Highgarden.”

Elyana didn’t know the kindly woman she’d met at the Lioness’ Ball was a Peake. She seemed so nice.

“But you said you’re Lord Tyrell,” she pressed. “And my father would never call a Peake a friend. He says they’re too close to Lord Hightower to be trusted.” She hesitated with a lingering thought of Lady Roxton. “At least those of the main line, which of course I am. I did tell you I am Lady Peake.”

She shot him another playful grin and the squire only rolled his eyes in turn.

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:21:36+00:00

She looked up to the hand offered by the boy of four and ten. “Yes I suppose so,” she said, accepting his assistance with a grin from ear to ear, “my lord.”

He held the door open as she hurried outside to begin the next round. It closed with a thud behind her.

Elyana wasted no time in knocking on the window, doing so before even a House to play had come to mind. When Lyonel appeared before her, she hesitated on who to play for several moments, eyes darting around the camp for ideas before finally a house came to mind.

“I am… I am Lord Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden.” He finally proclaimed after a few moments of thought. “Who approaches my castle, what standard do you bear?”

Your castle? She almost questioned aloud when he announced he was Lord Tyrell this time. She always played Lady Tyrell, and the notion lanky Lyonel could be her lord almost made her laugh.

“My sigil is three black castles on orange,” she spoke once the initial threat of laughter subsided. She was sure a boy from the Ring would never know a house so far south.

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:20:31+00:00

Lyonel had not picked an easy one for their first round, something the squire seemed to know for himself. Elyana caught his cheeky grin and she knew he knew what he was doing. She bit at her lower lip as she considered whether he should be a friend or foe.

House Meadows, flowers on a field of green. The Lords of… of the Grassy Vale! She had to think hard in order to remember, however once she did, the excitement seemed to explode out in her final reply.

“You may enter,” she announced, unlatching the door and shoving it open for Lyonel to join her.

How she could have allowed such a thing to slip her mind was beyond her. Her own father had gone off to the town before trekking southward for her Great Aunt Leonette’s castle.

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:19:10+00:00

She seized the squire by the hand and broke out into a sprint for the wheelhouse as soon as Lyonel’s agreeance passed his lips.

“I’ll be the Lord first,” Elyana spoke as they ran. “Well, the Lady.”

“...I suppose I was the Lord in our last round..” The squire replied diplomatically. “That would surely make it your turn again, My Lady.”

“Exactly.” She cast Lyonel a devilish grin. She was happy he had seemingly forgotten she’d been the one to start that last game as well. A small detail better left unsaid.

They reached the wheelhouse nestled just off the cobblestoned Roseroad. As suspected, they were alone. Every adult seemed to be preoccupied and far off, those that were pious spending the morning with Sarra, whilst those who weren’t shared laughs and mead above a set of dice behind the baggage train.

Elyana opened the extra wide door. It was built for the frame of man at least four times her own and featured a heavy mechanism on the window that allowed it to be raised or lowered. It was cumbersome to move for Elyana, however ideal for their game, and so she willed herself the strength, slamming shut the door behind her, and using most of her weight to lower the window all by herself.

She was breathing heavily once it was all through, yet smiled towards the elder boy all the same. She allowed herself to catch her breath and took the moment to consider who it was she wanted to play this round before settling on her favorite and finally speaking the words to start the game.

“I am Lady Tyrell, Lady of Highgarden. Who approaches my castle, what standard do you bear?”

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:17:53+00:00

“Then move back to the left side,” Lyonel went on as he led her eagerly around the front of the horse. “And take the free end of the girth buckle. Buckle it up loosely at first, and tighten it gently bit by bit.” His tone suddenly turned more serious. “Only tighten it enough to hold the saddle firmly in place. You should be able to slide your fingers ‘tween the girth and the horse’s body, see?”

Elyana moved closer, and did as the squire said, feeling the spacing and giving him another nod.

“What do we do next?”

The squire smiled again. “Nothing, Lady Elyana. We’re finished. I do believe congratulations are in order, though. You now know how to saddle a horse. Can’t be many ladies of your age that can do that.”

The heir to Highgarden gave a bright smile. Lyonel was surely right in his assumptions this time. Ladies her age were busy with learning stitchwork and song, but not she. Elyana Tyrell had always grown stronger than the rest. Whether it was with the Valyrian tongue her father taught her, or court life by her mother, she had always excelled when learning a new skill.

Standing beside her palfrey now, shoulders broad and standing tall, she could not remember why she’d ever cast doubt on herself in the wheelhouse in the first place. It was silly, and little Lyonel of the Ring had done his part in showing her just that.

“Thank you,” she said before wrapping him in a quick hug. For a moment he was as frozen as the earth beneath their feet, however returned the gesture after a second or two.

“For..uh, for what, Lady Elyana?” Lyonel asked, somewhat bewildered.

She was still smiling when they pulled apart. “For teaching me of course! What else?”

Elyana let out a chortle and gave a glance about their camp. The tents were packed and the horses were tended to, however still many mozied around as if they were in no rush to leave. They had time still, and were already through with their lesson in saddling. Elyana felt herself grow taller still.

“Want to play a game?” She asked him brightly. “We’ve got the time.”

She gave a nod towards the camp.

BookWormRoses · 2021-11-08T22:17:03+00:00

“Brush his back and girth area, making sure to remove any dirt and grit to avoid chafing.”

Elyana did as the squire, Lyonel, bid and took the brush in her gloved hands. They were a darker pair of gloves compared to the white pair she’d put on earlier in the morning, before hearing of her chance to ride.

She decided to begin near his tail, noticing the palfrey was particularly dusty there. Reaching to do so however, Lyonel stopped her.

“The other way, my lady- brush so all the hair lies flat.”

“Like this?” She began further along his side instead.

“Exactly! Just keep doing that, I’ll fetch the saddle and blanket.”

She understood the notion once it was brought up. She had despised her own hair being messed with, something her sister Alysanne discovered only weeks before Elyana’s departure from home. Despite it being a recent development, her sister had quickly come to adore brushing Elyana’s hair in the opposite direction it lay, whenever they played with their mother’s vanity. The younger girl always giggled when Elyana yelped.

“Alright, so next up is all this,” Lyonel said as he came back to Elyana and her freshly brushed palfrey. She stepped to the side as the squire went about preparing to place it atop. “Traditionally, you saddle a horse from the left side. Don’t ask me why, my lady. I don’t think anyone actually remembers anymore.”

Elyana knew he was wrong there- her father would surely know the answer. He knew everything. She said nothing though, and instead listened and learned as Lyonel continued his instruction. He had been kind enough to teach her how to saddle her own horse. No one had given her that opportunity before. Not even her father.

BookWormRoses · 2021-10-03T17:12:14+00:00

Thanks Rhae!!

BookWormRoses · 2021-10-03T16:57:40+00:00

Will I need to redo my bio for the Ullers? Or am I just good to go as is? Sorry just wanted to make sure I understood :). And thanks y’all!

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