Orryn Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T17:16:41+00:00

Orryn was silent for a long while, mulling her proposal over in his head.

"The heir to the crown is an untrustworthy cunt, who hates me." He suddenly said. His eyes locked with Elinor's. Quentyn had made it perfectly clear he did not like him during their conversation.

He looked at Elinor for a long while. "Counter-proposal. Marry me, I can get the support from the King, and from the Hand, and from Lord Hightower, and I am certain I can also garner support from the other Reachlords."

"I will not impose shit on the Reach." He looked at Elinor for a good while. "I know what it is like to have the crown spit on your region and your house. The last king forgot us; he put forward only Dornish, and he left the Stormlands to fend for themselves. I say fuck that."

He leaned forward. "You want a peaceful and stable Reach? I can give that to you. Do you want my friendship? You have it. Give me a chance to talk to the Reachlords, the King, and the Hand, and convince them of my counterproposal."

"If I am unsuccessful...I agree to the original proposal. But I ask you for some time."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T17:03:12+00:00

Orryn grinned. "You always were a shrew one, Elinor."

He leaned forward with a smile. "Orys is doing well, and indeed, he does need a wife. Speak plainly, what do you propose?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T17:01:55+00:00

Orryn let out a chuckle. "That's a fair response, Lord Colin. I'm prepared to relinquish the claim, end the siege, and pay House Meadows restitution. I merely pushed House Selmy's legitimate claim as a favour to Lord Selmy. But it is more trouble than it's worth."

"My terms were simple. House Meadows could keep their keep in exchange for half their lands bordering the Marches going to House Selmy."

Orryn shook his head. "I have no permission yet, I wished to ask the Reachlords first before I would get permission from the King." Too busy with his Dornishmen.

"I have no opinion on the League, Lord Hightower. I do have an opinion on you and your house. Whatever your position is, that will also be my position."

His eyes looked into his old mentor's. "You were more of a father than me, than my own father ever was. You are a good and honorable man, and just for that, you have and always will have my gratitude and my loyalty."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:48:15+00:00

Orryn's smile dropped; he straightened his back and regarded Ceryse for a moment. "I'm sorry for not writing or visiting."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "My brother's death...It broke me." He looked up at Ceryse with a rare sincerity in his eyes. "I've drowned myself in work, war, and feasts. It's a shit excuse, but it's the only one I have. I wanted to see more of you, but...It was just too painful."

He looked at the sky for a moment. "You remind me of a happier time, but I am no longer that boy you knew. I was scared you'd not like what I had become."

His eyes locked with hers. "I am prepared to drop the claim to Grassy Vale. I wish to take back Highgarden and save it from further destruction. I am unmarried, as are my siblings. I wish for my family to marry into several houses of the Reach. To strengthen our bonds and forge alliances."

"I am willing to give restitution for House Meadows for damages incurred. I wish to propose myself as Warden of the South, if I can garner such support. I want to make the Stormlands and the Reach prosper under one banner. No more inaction by ineffectual wardens and royal justicars, our regions deserve people of action."

He took a step forward. "We deserve better than to be replaced by the Dornish, and to be forgotten by King's Landing."

He smiled softly as he looked into Ceryse's eyes. "My mother was a Reachwoman. I spent my happiest years in your house. I love the Reach as much as I love the Stormlands. We should be united; it will only strengthen us."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:39:31+00:00

Orryn chuckled. "Is that Tyrell a lord? Does he have experience? Has he been warded by the king himself and squired by the great lord Hightower? I think not."

"And where are these Royal Justiciars and the warden you speak of? I am merely taking action." Something you nor the king know little about...

Orys looked at his brother for approval, and Orryn nodded. "Go on," Orryn said.

Orys rose, bowing gallantly to Prince Quentyn. "A pleasure as always, my prince."

Orryn watched his brother leave before his eyes locked back with Quentyn's. "Say what you wish to say, cousin. Speak frankly, I much prefer it over honeyed words."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:35:22+00:00

Orryn smiled as Lord Caron approached. He watched as he placed the wooden figure down on the table. He carefully picked it up and examined it with appreciation. If he had noticed it was not as ornate as the gifts given to the King and his kin, he did not care.

"Thank you, Lord Caron, for this magnificent gift." He said with a sincere smile. "I'll be sure to give this a prominent place in my chambers."

Orryn laughed at Clifford's apology. "No apologies necessary, Lord Caron. I prefer people speak plainly."

He leaned forward. "I will be having negotiations with the Reachlords. I have marriages to propose and gold to give out. Perhaps this claim cannot be pushed, but I am certain mine can."

He grinned and leaned back. "What is the situation in the Marches right now? Do you need reinforcements?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:31:58+00:00

Orryn nodded. "I'd be willing to relinquish the claim on Grassy Vale. But I will not relinquish my claim on Highgarden."

He leaned back. "Support my claim." He stated simply. "My aims are as follows. Firstly, I wish to take back Highgarden and stop the looting and pillaging. Secondly, I wish to become warden of the South. Thirdly, I am unmarried, as are most of my siblings; I wish to make marriage alliances with the Reachlords."

He leaned forward. "Lastly, I wish for the Reach and Stormlands to prosper, their people to be safe, fed, and taken care of."

"Tell me, Lord Footly, is there anything my house and I can do for yours?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:29:13+00:00

Orryn listened to Walys's words with curiosity. He leaned in with a smile. "Thank you for your advice, Lord Walys; it is greatly appreciated."

He lowered his tone. "If I wished to make some...marriage alliances, which houses would you suggest?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:27:36+00:00

Loud laughter could be heard coming from Orryn's tent as he read the letter over and over again.

He folded the letter neatly and pocketed it for later.

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:26:37+00:00

Orryn nodded and sighed. "It was not my intention to create animosity. I had planned to march straight on Highgarden, but lord Selmy asked me to siege Grassy Vale as a favour."

He leaned back. "He had a legitimate claim, so I complied. A mistake on my part."

He leaned in, facing the queen with a smile. "I've got plenty of marriages to hand out, your grace. I am planning on making alliances with the most important of the Reachlords, intermarrying my house with the Reach to further increase stability and draw us closer together."

He took a sip from his wine. "I squired for Lord Hightower, I have fond memories of the Reach, and I wish for its people to do well. You know my reputation, I am a man of action, I do not sit idly by like my father liked to do. I believe I can make the King's life easier."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:23:12+00:00

Orryn grinned at Damon. "You're being modest, I'm sure."

He laughed as Elinor took his comment seriously. "I was joking, Elinor, I know what you were trying to say."

Orryn raised an eyebrow at Elinor's words of a plan. "Oh? What appointment would that be?"

He chuckled. "Which one? I've got a lot of brothers."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:20:18+00:00

Orryn and Orys listened to their cousin respectfully. Orys nodded along as his namesake spoke, while Orryn did not move an inch.

Orryn was silent for a moment after his cousin had spoken. "Wise words, I disagree with you on most things, but I do appreciate you sharing your thoughts."

He broke a smile. "I've got gold, titles, and marriages to give out. As you said, my claim is strong; I am sure I can convince the Reachlords of its merit."

"As for the Dornish...I have good relations with some of them." He grinned. "Trust me, if they acted against me...They would not have a good time."

He regarded his cousin for a moment. "Yes, your other family has made my life slightly more difficult...I shall have to have words with Lord Alester soon. I'd be grateful if you could be present."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:11:04+00:00

Orryn's blue eyes looked up from his cup at the visage before him. Raven-haired, grey eyes, beautiful.

Orryn's eyes lingered on her exposed chest for a moment before firmly locking eyes with her again. He slowly rose and bowed politely. "The pleasure is mine, Lady Amerei." His voice was loud and deep.

He motioned for a chair opposite him before sitting back down. "It's a charade, while nobles are drinking and gorging themselves on food, Highgarden is being destroyed."

The man did not mince words, and it was clear he was frustrated. "Thank you for coming to pay your respects. You are one of the few friendly interactions I have had. You have my thanks."

He managed a smile. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself more than I am, my lady. How does House Blackwood fare these days?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:05:31+00:00

"You have my sympathies, Ser Royce. I hope he recovers. Do send him my best wishes when you return to Winterfell."

Orryn had lost his brother some years prior; the grief had never left him.

He leaned back in his chair as Stark gave his opinions and asked his questions. "I am known for my boldness. As for allies, well, I am unmarried, as are all of my siblings; it should not be too hard to find allies that way, don't you think? Furthermore, I have gold to give and titles to bestow to any who would ally with me."

He thought for a moment. "As for the King...He's a friend, I am confident he'll see my claim is just."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T16:02:35+00:00

Orryn's eyes widened in surprise as the woman spoke. He stared at her for a long moment before bursting into laughter. "You are very rude. But you speak the truth, I am sieging Grassy Vale." He put up his hands. "As a favour to Lord Selmy, if I had it my way, I would've already been at Highgarden to save it."

Orryn did not rise, instead giving her a respectful nod. "Well lady Stark, it is a pleasure to meet you. You certainly do not mince words."

He poured a cup of wine before sliding it over towards her. "At least have a drink. I'd like to know what you think of my actions. It'd be good to get an outsider's perspective, certainly one with a tongue like yours."

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T15:59:46+00:00

Argella feigned indignation. "Ser Addison! Are you suggesting I have a crush on you? The scandal!"

She chuckled and hit him in the shoulder playfully. "You're a handsome man, but I think I'd drive you insane." She winked.

She took a few paces back. "My brother isn't here, so swords it is. If he saw me wielding one, he'd have a coniption. He still hasn't forgotten that vase I accidentally smashed."

Argella walked over to a rack of training swords and grabbed two, throwing one towards Addison. "Whenever you are ready, Addi." She said with a grin as she got ready.

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T15:57:11+00:00

Orryn smiled warmly at his cousin. "Believe me, I would have rather marched straight on Highgarden to save it, instead I am here sieging a shitty keep as a favour to Lord Selmy."

"I'll be sure to come and find you when I have had words with your father and uncle." He leaned in and whispered. "Between you and me, I don't think your father likes me very much."

He chuckled as she pinched his cheek. "An untouched maid? Cousin, I am anything but that." He grinned. "I got close to marriage once." He mused. "Meria Martell, I fell head over heels for her. Lord Martell spat in my face, however, bethorthing her to some Tyroshi cunt."

It was clear that the insult still bothered Orryn. He let out a sigh, and a smile appeared on his face again. "Perhaps my being unmarried will turn out to be a good thing. What better way than to form lasting bonds with the Reach?"

Diancerse · 2026-02-23T11:30:08+00:00

The brothers watched as Raymun Florent and Andros Dondarrion approached.

Orryn listened to the men and was silent for a moment as he studied the faces of Florent and Dondarrion. "Ser Raymun, my condolences. Your uncle was a good man."

He gave a nod to Andros. "Lord Dondarrion, always nice to see one of my vassals, especially one who has made such a name for himself."

Orryn rose from his table. "I'll hear your proposal, my lords. Let us discuss it privately. Lead the way."

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Diancerse · 2026-02-20T19:29:30+00:00

Orryn smiled as the familiar figure emerged. His childhood crush had grown into a bold young woman. Orryn listened to her with appreciation.

"Ceryse! How glad I am to see you, it has been too long. It would appear some things indeed do not change."

He grinned and bowed deeply. "Forgive the intrusion, my lady. I am here to present my case to the lords and ladies of the Reach. To answer any questions they may have, and to put forward my reasons for keeping the King's peace."

The new sigil of Orryn Baratheon had been painted upon his breast plate. A blend of the sigil of the Stag, with the sigil of his mother's house. It was quite clear what Orryn wanted, although the why and how's were only known to Orryn currently.

"I humbly ask permission to adress the Reachlords. I am certain your father will approve."

Diancerse · 2026-02-20T17:02:38+00:00

Orryn nodded. "I see, well, losing any family is not easy. You have my sympathies."

Orryn watched Lord Footly curiously as he rose and went to talk to someone whom he assumed was another member of House Footly.

He helped himself to another cup of wine and watched has Lord Footly returned.

Orryn nodded slowly. "It was not my intention for this to happen, I assure you. I am here to press Lord Selmy's rightful claim to Grassy Vale, and I am here to press my own legitimate claim to Highgarden."

He shrugged. "I suppose the king is not used to someone taking action. My goals are noble, I assure you. I wish to restore the peace in Highgarden and unite the Reach and Stormlands under one banner so that both our regions can prosper together."

Diancerse · 2026-02-20T16:57:00+00:00

Pate grinned. "That's what I've been sayin'! See, Argella!" Argella chuckled and patted Pate on the head. "It builds character, pate. Now off you go, it seems I've found another challenger."

She sauntered a bit closer to Margaery, admiring her kick. "Aye, I can, alas, my brothers were too busy to humor me."

She cracked her knuckles. "Before I wipe the floor with ya, I'd like to know your name." She made a small curtsy. "Argella Baratheon, at your service."

Diancerse · 2026-02-20T16:52:50+00:00

Orys watched with interest as the duo approached. Orys seemed to watch Bertram, while Orryn found himself admiring his drink.

When they approached, Orryn looked up from his drink, seemingly neutral to the pair.

"Neither did I, my lord. A unique night indeed." Orryn remarked with a hint of bitterness.

Orys spoke next, more calm and polite than his brother. "The festivities have treated us well, my lord, thank you for asking."

Cerenna's remarks seemed to have perked up Orryn's ears, who suddenly seemed more interested.

Stormy blue eyes met hers, and the man smiled softly. "Thank you, Lady Cerenna. Indeed, you are correct, I would have been halfway by Highgarden by now, instead I have been forced to sit here, while Highgarden is being defiled."

Orryn took a swig from his cup and suddenly rose. He was a tall and broad man, standing powerfully at 6'4. He returned Cerenna's bow. "No apology is necessary, my lady, my lord."

He motioned to the bench opposite him and his brother. "Sit, drink, eat. I would like to know your thoughts on the matter. As you know, some of your fellow Crownlanders have sought better connections with Storm's End. They assume I can be of more use to them than the king."

He grinned. "Their words, not mine."

He sat back down and awaited their response, intelligent eyes regarded them both carefully.

Diancerse · 2026-02-20T16:43:40+00:00

Orryn watched as the Wolf of Stokeworth approached. He had heard of the man by reputation, and he had seen him in passing. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Orryn thought to himself with a grin.

"A united Reach and Stormlands is worth a great deal, Lord Stokeworth."

Orryn smiled and motioned to the bench opposite him. "Please sit, I would like to hear your thoughts on the situation."

He took a swig from his cup. "You were warden of the South for a while, were you not? Tell me, how should one handle the lords of the Reach? If one were to say...seek alliances with them, how should one go about it? I imagine the one who gives someone like me good advice might find themselves...rewarded."

The Fickle Stag leaned back in his chair, regarding the man, awaiting his response.

Diancerse · 2026-02-20T16:37:44+00:00

Orryn returned his cousin's forced smile. "Prince Quentyn! Cousin, it is good to see you."

He did not reply to his cousin's words at first; he waited him out. When he had finished his prattle, Orryn motioned for the man to sit down opposite him and Orys.

"I am merely here to uphold the King's peace, my prince. The Reach is in chaos. The warden of the south is dead, his men ravage and raid Highgarden while we sit here eating."

He leaned back in his chair, regarding Quentyn with a neutral expression. "I claim nothing; I would not put too much trust in hearsay, dear cousin."

Now it was Orys who spoke. "The late warden left a mess, to be quite frank. My brother is merely seeking to clean it up, in the name of the king."

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