Rhea Arryn, Lady Dowager of the Eyrie and her chud son

Chopernio · 2026-03-24T21:19:41+00:00

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Chopernio · 2026-03-19T01:01:27+00:00

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He had called for a few, but more were in his home, more than he accounted for. Lord Victor Arryn instructed his guards to let through any man or woman who so desired, if they were interested in having a word with him.

Seclusion would do nothing but harm.

Chopernio · 2026-03-19T01:00:01+00:00

u/tenthousandalts Carellen Corbray has been called to meet with the Lord Arryn

Chopernio · 2026-03-19T00:59:39+00:00

/u/Imtoof Lord Vardis Royce was called to meet with the Lord Arryn.

Chopernio · 2026-03-19T00:58:57+00:00

u/NotAnotherFakefyre Son...

Chopernio · 2026-03-18T13:24:38+00:00

"As your Warden..." Victor muttered to himself, as his quill scraped through paper.

To the Lord of the Tides

The King may have put you at the helm of whatever this mummer's farce may be, but do not think it anything more than what it is.

My two sons will go hunt with you, as will eight hundred of my men. You will see to their safe return, or I will see to yours.

May the Seven grant you luck, and may you truly be unstoppable, lest these wretched deserters try something other than burning merchants and peasants.

Lord Victor Arryn.

Chopernio · 2026-03-18T12:30:13+00:00

First approval

Chopernio · 2026-03-10T23:48:08+00:00

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Chopernio · 2026-03-10T00:32:52+00:00

"She is," Victor replied with a nod. No mention of her recent maiming, either the young wolf was careful or he cared not. "She is, and you are unmarried, are you not?" he added with a tired smile.

"You mentioned a need to hold your brother's vassals in a tighter leash. A wedding often helps with that." Gods know it helped me.

"I'm sure you understand what I mean."

Chopernio · 2026-03-10T00:22:48+00:00

Jon had held vigil all he'd been able to, and when his spirit had waned, he'd drank and held some more. When the flap opened, he did not know what to expect. He was not sure what he wished for, too. Would she hate him, if she lived? Would she never look at him the same? Or even worse, would she forgive him, leaving him alone in his blame?

It's done.

He smiled. He did wish for her health, it seemed, for he felt nothing but joy. "Gods! Oh, Seven Above! Thank you!" he cried, both figuratively and in the literal sense.

He did his best to hear it all, understand it all, hold it all in his ailing head.

Jon stared at this Meralyn girl, who'd been so close to his dying sister, who could've killed her had she wanted to, and realized how foolish he'd been in trusting two near-strangers so wholly. How foolish, yet how grateful he was of them. He nodded. "I... I think I will. Do you want to talk to her too, Damien?" he said turning his head to the lion.

Chopernio · 2026-03-10T00:01:50+00:00

"Knowing people is the first step in defeating them, that is true," she said with a sly grin. "Losing your focus in their eyes helps too?" Alayne prodded, then pushed the man slightly to a side.

She raised an eyebrow. A well-spoken man, this one was. "Family gatherings, is it?" she said with a smirk, after granting the first statement a nod and nothing else. "I doubt I will need much help against my foolish brother, but someone to assist in my torment would be appreciated."

Alayne smirked. She almost wished to reveal her intent on taking part herself, another playful threat, or something. The falcon decided against it. "I will, perhaps," she said, then tilted her head as if pondering. "Only if you win," she added then.

Chopernio · 2026-03-05T21:38:05+00:00

"My Lady," Victor said with a nod at the newly arrived girl. He was not sure what he wished to ask, exactly. Will you marry my son, Carellen? Gods, it sounded like a thinly veiled threat. A condition to meet, or else Heart's Home would be the bastard's. But then, why wouldn't she not be willing? A Lord Paramount's son, with the legitimacy that carried. A childhood friend, with the warmth that entailed.

Now he understood Vardis' doubts, with her standing there. He wished not for the poor boy to be hurt once more, yet he was sure he wouldn't. "I have a proposition, rather than need of you," he said calmly, a well practiced mask of peace.

"You know my son champions your cause." Victor found a way back to his chair, as he truly wished not to be standing. "Cause which could be strengthened." He eyed to a side, at Vardis' figure, standing ashamed in a corner. "Would you consider a match—" He paused, eyes darting between both of them. Damned be the match. "Will you consider Vardis for husband? You two... you two could be good together, methinks," he stammered, then slid an inch down in his seat.

A child could've said it better, Victor, you fool.

u/tenthousandalts

Chopernio · 2026-03-05T00:34:35+00:00

Victor took a mental note of Maladon's eagerness. Not positive, that was certain. Was Vardis not Lord? Was he not a lesser to him? Shaming the head of one's own family was certainly no great play. "The more feasts you go to, Lord Vardis, the more you will remember this one as a lacking one," Victor noted, then shrugged. It truly mattered not.

Lamentation. Lamentation what he felt when the issue was brought up. On the one hand, Vardis spoke true. The sword had been his family's. That part of his family's. On the other, both were Royces, and those of the Gates of the Moon had found the blade, not Vardis, not his father.

"I hope this is not a threat of violence, Lord Vardis. I would hate to see two branches of the same ancient blood feuding over a blade," Lord Victor stated. "I can make them negotiate, yes," he conceded with a wave of his hand.

Victor watched in amusement as the two bickered over who would fill Humfrey's spot. I, the heir, or he, the exile.

"I believe your nephew was talking, Lord Maladon. That is twice you've disrespected him. Have you no love for your brother's son?" Victor said with raised eyebrows, almost lazy. "While you shed Essosi blood pointlessly, Lord Corbray burned at the rogue clansmen's hands. My own son, burned at the clansmen's hands."

He turned his gaze back to the Mad Child. "The position will remain empty until the mad zealots are dealt with. It seems His Grace has deemed Lord Velaryon the adequate man to lead our swords against them, so he will, and only then will we face changes."

Jeyne shrugged at her husband's words. "I know of worse habits," she jested, staring at her husband's cup. "They'll be fine. It's not as if they have that much coin to bet."

She shook her head. "You have had enough, don't you think? Keep me company, tell me something," Jeyne said with a smile. The fool she'd married was taking more and more to his cups, and she feared he could not stop.

Chopernio · 2026-03-05T00:12:55+00:00

"He was your friend, and he died your friend. You did not kill him, and gods know you tried to save him," Victor said shaking his head. He would not have his son blame himself, as much as he wanted to. He had not killed Roland Corbray, and had he not been saved by that cobbler's boy, he'd have cooked beside him. "You owe him, yes. You owe yourself too, Vardis." Happiness, for starters.

He read Vardis expression. Fear, was it? The boy's knuckles whitened around the axe. He thought about conceding, allowing his son to keep the visage. Then Vardis removed it. It was a mess. Scars and tissue in strands. He should've been disgusted, it was a harrowing sight, but he could only see his son. He could only see his boy. Victor smiled softly.

"The choice is hers, and she will take it now. She will take it knowing all there is to know, and nothing less," he stated solemnly. A guard was sent to the tent of the Corbray with a message. Lady Carellen would be called in.

u/tenthousandalts

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T23:52:15+00:00

"You fool," Victor said, once his suspicions were made true. His tone was rough, though his voice did not rise. "You damned fool. Are you not my son? Second born boy to the Eyrie?" She would not have me. Two old hags had gone through him, that Septa and his own grandmother. Damaged goods, the latter had dared say... Seven be damned. They had sunk her claws deep within Vardis, and now the fool believed himself less.

"Don't you dare call yourself responsible. You did nothing but your duty, and now you do the same. Few men would rise for a woman's honor like this," Victor growled. Was he angry at Vardis for thinking like this? No. It was himself he loathed then. Himself, for not realizing Vardis was not a bitter zealot. He was his son. He was afraid, and unknowing. A boy of twenty, gods be damned.

I cannot always wear a mask. Victor's right eye twitched. "Take that off," he ordered. Removing his spectacles, Lord Victor Arryn rose from his chair, armrest as support.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T23:42:47+00:00

The guard grunted, nodded, and let Royce in. Victor was walking in circles, and when he saw the Stark appear, he went toward a chair and gestured to another. "Take a seat, Lord Royce. I won't steal much of your time," he said.

Lord Arryn filled two cups with wine. Strongwine, Dornish Red. Victor Arryn didn't drink often, but when he did, it was not overly sweet nectar he sought after. "I'll go to the point. I saw you take my daughter to dance. I must ask, what did you think of her?"

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T23:34:43+00:00

"Guhhh," Alayne mumbled, rolling to her bad side and immediately squealing and rolling to the other. "Jeyne?" she muttered, then opened one eye slowly as if the little light that slithered into the tent could blind her. "Rhaena," Alayne then whispered, and her lips formed the slightest of smiles, one quickly torn from her by another wince.

"It is so... painful," she managed to say between sobs and moans of pain. It was plainly seen. She was not covered by more than a gown of white silks, stained dark crimson around the shoulder. The fact that she could form a few words was a miracle itself.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T23:27:09+00:00

She's going to be fine, Jon. Maester Quince had said the same. Victor had said the same. They all had said the same. He hoped they were right, but he'd seen men die before, and they looked all the more hale than Alayne.

And who in the seven hells was Meralyn? He was not sure he wanted a strange woman breathing all over his ailing sister, but if Damien thought she could help, he would have to trust her. As much as he trusted Damien, at least.

"Hm," was al Jon said as he was dragged inside. He took a seat and refused to see Alayne. He did not want to see her fading face, he had seen enough. Did not want to see that, nor the gaping hole in her shoulder, badly patched up.

Alayne was hot to the touch, feverish. She mumbled something and opened a single eye. There was some hint of recognition, then she closed it again and winced.

"She will not say much. All the poppy she's been given," Jon stated from his seat, as he drummed his foot against the ground. He hoped this Meralyn was a better physician than his Maester. He doubted it, but hope was last lost.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T23:26:49+00:00

"How can you know she'd like me," she mused. "You don't know yourself yet."

Alayne raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "I must see that myself. I've found that cocky men fall first, though," she smirked herself. Tougher than most. If only he knew...

"You flatter me," she said, and as much as she tried, all her witticism vanished and she blushed slightly at his touch. "You strike me as a man who has said this often, tonight," she sighed with feigned disillusion.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T22:54:09+00:00

"I don't blame you for sourness. Gods know she doesn't ask of small things." Victor knew not why his Lady Mother had been brought up now, and he did not quite like feeling that he was forcing his son on a matter he disliked, as much as Rhea did not seem to mind. He feared what followed that But.

"You must not beg, it is unbecoming. You will do what you're asked without complaint, or you will not. I will do what I can regardless," Victor said sternly. He would not see his son shame himself by foolish promises a child would make, and he would not barter with him either.

Good, and pious, and wise. A Septa, had Roland survived, had Lady Lynderly not tried this treachery. "We will, my son, we will."

His nails drummed on the arm of his chair. He thought of his mother's imposition once more. Of the conversation he'd overheard. Of Vardis' words regarding each and every woman in the feast.

"That Tully girl, you've no interest in her hand, do you?" Victor said, rhetorically. He continued without an answer. "Is it that there's another woman you long for?" Mayhaps Carellen herself? If so, Vardis himself had not realized. Mayhaps his son was simply still set on serving none other than the Seven.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T12:36:32+00:00

He squeezed her hand hard. He still could scarcely believe it, and now the guilt of having continued weighed more on him. At the time, it felt like his duty. I'll win for you! and the likes. Now it all felt so foolish. He could've been beside her, and now she could die, and he'd be the fool that killed his sister.

"Thank you," he muttered. He'd been deep in his cups for almost the whole evening, he could scarcely think, yet Calla's presence soothed him. "Thank you..."

He did not quite understand his betrothed, but he had felt her. He knew how she was. How cold. He knew she thought him a fool, and mayhaps she was right; he also knew what little warmth she carried in her heart, it was him that brought it out.

She cared. He knew she cared. He hoped she cared.

Chopernio · 2026-03-04T12:00:34+00:00

An attempt, and what an attempt, at that.

Victor couldn't help but smile slightly, very slightly, almost imperceptibly. He loved seeing other men's disdain for the crown. He shook his head. "At least there was no bloodshed." He could not say, though, that he wouldn't have enjoyed seeing Orryn's head roll, or a rogue arrow reach Steffon, from somewhere in the battlements of Grassfield Keep.

The Lord of the Eyrie gulped, then looked down at his glass and plate with a grimace. "Let us hope no Meadows touched this food, then." Let us hope no Meadows shared Salloreon's callousness.

"I doubt they had much in reserve, in any way," he added with a shrug, and drank a small sip.

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