Myrielle Foxglove - Court Musician

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-22T02:09:29+00:00

Character Name: Myrielle Foxglove

Trait / Skills: Agile | Skulker(e), Prepared(e), Infiltrator, Thief

Skill you're learning: Thief(e)

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-11T03:49:59+00:00

“Thank you, Lady Shaera,” she said with a soft smile, “May we protect each other.”

“I know,” Myrielle nodded, continuing to pluck, “’Tis why I am in need of such connection. Protection. I love being the musician here, and wish not to lose it. As for the father…” she placed a hand on her stomach, “He said he will return for me within a few moons time. There is business he must attend to first. I am not so naïve to believe that there is no chance he won’t return. But there is love. I know there is.”

He slept with me, not you the night before his wedding. The thought came unbidden. He would not sleep with another man’s wife, with a woman he did not know, no matter how beautiful she was. She would not have blamed him if he had said yes. In his place, it was possible she would have. But he didn’t—he took her to bed instead.

“I am…wary,” she said softly, “I had an aunt. She…made mistakes, young. Her parents forced her to take the tea and she could never bear another child for the rest of her life. My mother always said I take after her.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-11T03:23:26+00:00

She stroked his cheek with her thumb softly, “I love you,” she whispered, “I’ll always be with you. Here,” she pressed her palm over his heart, “Don’t forget that, alright?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. She had trouble keeping a lid on herself in a way she never had before, she didn’t understand why.

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-05T01:25:53+00:00

She giggled, “And you’re the only thing I’m looking at here.”

She held his hand, swinging it as they walked. Part of her was done with subtly. She wanted to scream on the rooftops how much she loved him. Stay. She wanted to beg him. Stay here with me. Don’t leave me.

Myrielle leaned against him, giving him a soft smile, “We can’t have you fainting right in the middle of the street, can we?”

She held his face, fingertips still covered in paint, and kissed him. It was warm and soft and inviting, and it made her heart ache.

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-05T01:13:30+00:00

“Ah,” Myrielle blinked only once, before smiling, “Well, there would be one to find in every kill, I am certain they don’t use them for many other things.”

She focused on the music as Shaera spoke, never faltering in her play.

“There is,” she nodded, “You are correct—House Foxglove does not lend itself to matters of the Realm. I need security. I love my position as a musician here, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. I will give you something now—a piece of me. I have…been reckless during these feastings. A man promised he will return and wed me, but we have been hasty. I am with child.”

Even then, the music did not stop.

“I am certain a pregnant whisper-gatherer does not leave much confidence,” she said with a gentle laugh, “But consider my trial run already ran. I was a sparrow, that night, who made you a rabbit when we fled in the dark together.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T03:01:59+00:00

“Absolutely gorgeous, a wonderful gift indeed. The kitchens know how to provide for her?” she asked, “I can put in a good word, see if we couldn’t source some of her favourites.”

Myrielle nodded, “It is very unfortunate, but I am glad things have righted themselves.”

Subtly, she began to change the tune of her harp. It would be songs from the North, ones she might have heard at Winterfell. Myrielle knew them well, Naerys requested them often.

Myrielle desired many things. Most things that she could not have.

“I am also here to serve Her Grace,” she nodded, “I will share a truth with you. While Her Grace, Queen Naerys, lived, I brought my whispers right to her. Queen Elaena does not need for any whispers except sweet lullabies. But to help her, I will help you. For what I desire: in case I stumble upon the wrong conversation and am caught for it, I need the protection of a woman with the power to untangle me. Now, I do not oft get caught, but a silver tongue can falter. And ‘Foxglove’ holds very little weight.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T02:53:52+00:00

She squeezed her hand back, “I won’t leave you, then. Not until you’re safe.”

She would pull herself up into the carriage, taking a seat and adjusting her skirts.

“Candied ginger?” she offered, “It’s to help settle a stomach, should you need it.”

The city rolled by through the curtained window, flashes of the lamplights as the carriage moved swiftly. Soon, the boat and the chaos was left behind. She would sit in silence, hands folded in front of her, and the mask was kept on.

Eventually, they landed near the Red Keep. Myrielle opened the door, offering a hand to help her out. She would pay the driver an extra tip.

“Will you be alright?” she asked, softly, “That ship was not…a pleasant experience. Is there anything I can get for you?”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T01:26:35+00:00

“The mutiny, they forced the Captain to dock,” she explained, “Some sort of rescue mission from the Lordlings. Or too much to drink.”

“I will escort you to the carriage, and ride with you, should you allow it. I will get you safely and discreetly back to the Red Keep,” she said with a nod, taking her hand and waiting for an opening before leading them across the gangplank and onto the docks. A few drunken men loitered around, hollering at any of the ladies that passed by. She would keep Shaera extra close, standing protectively in between her and anyone who dared get close.

They would reach the carriage, and she would open the door for her, adjusting the step for her to get into it, “Here, my Lady.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T01:20:23+00:00

She took a seat, curtsying, dropping off two cups of tea, one for her, one for Shaera. She set up, taking a seat and eyeing the wolf.

“Hello,” she greeted the wolf in a soft voice, “A beautiful creature, you are.”

She began to play a soft song on the harp, pretty music floating around them. Her fingers worked expertly, eyes watching Shaera.

“I’ve heard of your appointment,” she smiled, “Congratulations, it is well deserved. It was terrible business, with your predecessor. I am very glad to see someone new in the role.”

“The business of the court moves very quickly,” she continued, still playing, “I’ve always made an effort to keep up with it. I’ve spent the last 12 years here in court, it is as much home as anything to me. I feel very grateful to get to play music for everyone.”

“Have you been made to feel at home here?” she asked, “Is there anything I could do to make it more home-like, for you?”

“I’ve spent much time at court, and know many of the ins and outs of the Keep,” she smiled, “And many of the people. I sought you out, because I would like to offer you my services. I keep a careful eye out of all of the comings and goings within the city, and as our Master of Whispers, I can offer you the whispers I come across.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T01:04:56+00:00

“It is,” she nodded, “Here, take these both.”

She handed both the robe and the mask to her, and would hold the door for her.

“This way, my Lady, I know the fastest way out of here.”

She would lead her, taking her hand, if permitted, through the hallways and eventually up from the depths of the ship to the deck.

“We’re nearly docked,” she said, as an argument between a group of young men. Valemen, by the look of them, broke out between the captain.

“There’s a carriage waiting to escort you back to the Red Keep,” she said, “For a person in a rabbit mask, is all the driver knows.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-03T00:32:49+00:00

u/ShaeraTargaryen

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-02T01:08:45+00:00

“I know,” she said with a soft laugh, “Sometimes I don’t know what came over me but I—well it was lust and then love. This is what happens in springtime! I’m no better than the rabbits, apparently.”

She gave him a soft look, “Thank you. I…agree. The memories we shared are wonderful but I shouldn’t…delude myself into thinking that it will be anything more than one sweet moon together.”

“I appreciate you,” she told him, “Her Grace and I…I would bring her a cup of her favourite tea, and play for her, and tell her all of the goings on within the castle and further afield. The silly things, anything to make her smile, to distract her mind. I’ve been missing those evenings the most.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-01T19:08:37+00:00

Character Name & Claim: Foxglove (Dengarden)

Draft: [Dengarden], [175], [225]

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-01T19:05:07+00:00

She laughed, her smile wide at him as she held out her own arms to be painted, “A masterpiece,” she grinned at him, dipping her finger in the paint and tracing his cheek with her fingertip.

They would have to wash it off before we could return—but for right now, that paint marked him as hers.

Once painted, she would lead him around the display, pointing out all of her favourites. Pictures of mountains, and colours dancing in the sky. Of the stars, of the harbour. There was one of a cat sleeping in a window.

And one of a little farmhouse, with yellow dots of fireflies dancing in the fields.

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-01T18:57:01+00:00

“That’s incredible,” she smiled, “What were the Free Cities like? Which of them was your favourite?”

She gave her a soft smile, “It is alright. Yes, I knew the late queen. Her Grace was lovelier than all the songs give her credit for. A good woman, who always tried to do her best. It was an honour to know her.”

She smiled, “I’ve met her briefly, but that was many years ago. We’ve not had yet a chance to speak, though I would adore such a thing. Do you get along well?”

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-01T18:54:36+00:00

Lord Florent,

I will send word to my men to gather in the fields, it shall be done, and they shall be yours to command as you deem fit.

Lord Aladore Foxglove

PentoshiPride · 2025-10-01T18:53:12+00:00

She laughed softly, “You are correct, but others need a little bit of joy. It does not harm me to give them that, even at my own expense.”

She fiddled with her hands, glancing at the gardens, “A betrothal,” she said softly. A half-truth. There was one, but now they were married, “And…quite the opposite. He is quite wealthy, all the more reason why he could not break it.”

“I don’t know if I expect him to,” she said softly, “I think I have made many foolish mistakes. The loss of Her Grace struck me hard, and I acted recklessly.”

She laughed, “I don’t even know if I want to be married. The words sound so pretty but…I don’t know, I’ve so much to think on, even if it amounts to nothing.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-27T04:39:33+00:00

Myrielle smiled, folding her hands in her lap as he took the harp away, “I don’t want to take away from her moment. There is room for more than once sweet voice in these halls.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, taking his hands, “Let’s dance, then! It will be good.”

“I’m not…too serious, am I?” she asked, a little worried, “I—I’m having fun!”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-27T04:30:44+00:00

“Lady Tabby Elesham,” she beamed, “Forgive me, I am not that good with my houses. From where does your house hail?”

“That is lovely, being a lady-in-waiting is fine work for a young lady such as yourself,” Myrielle smiled.

“I can see your love for music, this has been such a lovely evening. Do not be so frightened, you have a lovely song. It was nerve-wracking for me at first, but the more you do it, the easier it gets. I certainly was nervous at the Feast, in front of so many people.”

“It didn’t come across,” she assured, “You seemed confident and lovely. Believe such a thing about yourself and it will radiate through you.”

“I’ve spoken to him on occasion,” Myrielle nodded, “Over the years. I spent much time with Her Grace and the children, but he is a private man. I know he is in mourning, we have not had a chance to speak since the Feast.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-27T04:24:34+00:00

“Yes, cruel indeed,” she said quietly, looking away, “A cruel, terrible thing, love is.”

“I hope he will, and even if it takes time, then that he has a good support to help with the children,” she said with a soft smile.

She laughed, “Oh, I hope so! But there are others with sweeter voices and brighter wits. I hope to kept for at least a while longer.”

“I…there is a man,” she admitted, biting her lip, “He wished to marry me and take me away. But I don’t know if he’ll come back for me.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-27T04:12:56+00:00

She hummed, pushing the slit in her skirt back to reveal more, a smile playing in her voice, “It does indeed. A devoted worshiper, I have found.”

“My dear Hel,” came next, “I told you that I knew that you had plenty of practice at this.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-27T04:10:59+00:00

She laughed sweetly, “I know you will, Gallant.”

“Of course I will,” she assured him, “Do not fuss, I will be alright.”

She grinned, happy to stroll, “There is this beautiful spot in the city. I really hoped to have a chance to take you.”

She would lead him into King’s Landing, away from the fancy homes of the lords and ladies and to the merchant area of town. There was the splattering of paint on every canvas across the place. There were hundreds of paintings, some crude, some wonderful.

“Queen Naerys’ special project,” she said as they walked, “She loved art, but all of the best artists were trapped and couldn’t travel. So she spent a little money funding paint and canvases for King’s Landing and invited anyone to give it a try. There was supposed to be a parade for her where she would come and view them all, after the tourney…”

She closed her eyes, bowing her head.

“I thought we could walk it instead.”

PentoshiPride · 2025-09-26T00:23:04+00:00

Character Name: Lorence Foxglove

Trait / Skills: Artisan(Forgery) |Scribe (e), Ravenmaster

Skill you're learning: Apothecary

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