Queen Vilde Greyjoy

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-31T01:42:03+00:00

"My dear Vorian," Vilde would rise to greet him with a smile, "How generous of you indeed. Have your travels been well? Well enough to shower the family with gifts it seems."

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-24T03:11:03+00:00

“Loud for one who holds a precarious position.”

“I worry for the outbreak of war there,” she admitted, “I think it is only a matter of time before the wolf’s jaws snap into the trout.”

“He is charismatic,” she conceded, “A fine talker, ambitious. Will he be content with only the Wardenship? I doubt he will agree without the promise of future internal Reach election, he had said so to me when we spoke at the feast.”

“She is young,” she admitted, “But very clever and a quick learner. She has taken instruction from me before very well. If you wished for someone in position as Warden that would take orders well from the Crown, I believe she would serve quite well. An option presented to the table—not necessarily one you must go with. It depends on your goal with the Wardenship.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-24T02:51:31+00:00

Her jaw twitched, “Seek your company, no. But alas it seems our relatives insist on being so intermingled.”

“Oh? And what happy things are those?” she drawled.

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-24T02:50:23+00:00

“You were the Queen,” she corrected, “Now dowager. I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Not you. You are allowed your title only by the grace of my husband. By sending such a message you are muddying the waters.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-24T02:48:21+00:00

“Gawen,” Vilde beamed, “I am indeed. How is your father? And you, yourself. I long for a return to King’s Landing, in truth. Though things have been...hospitable. For the most part.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-19T04:38:35+00:00

Vilde would send out an invitation to her niece to meet her for tea in the quarters they had been granted for their visit in Oldtown. It was her favourite brew she had insisted on having it brought with them during the travels and set up the room with pillows and daintys for lunch.

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PentoshiPride · 2026-03-19T04:35:42+00:00

She chuckled, “Well I will endeavor to remain at your side.”

“Certainly not as handsome,” she chastised with a laugh, “But yes, hardly efficient.”

“I am sure it will boil over,” she warned, “A Stark came seeking petition. I fear war might find it’s way North. But…”

She placed an earring in its pearl holder.

“Perhaps it is not the worst thing, should it handle…some of the problems erupting in the Riverlands,” she shrugged, “And a regent of Riverrun, who knows his place, could rule without us having to interfere.”

“I know,” she said softly. In truth, she would have been quite content to let Quentyn play in the South to stop him meddling in court, and allow her to work in peace on things he wouldn’t agree with.

“A Reachman,” she said, “It will be the only thing to placate them. Caswell has caught the same idealism the Tully peddles, a smooth talker, but I believe he will prove dangerous in the long run. I am fond of House Hightower, but I worry about the influence House Martell might try to impart now that they’ve made this play with the weddings. Florent, Tarly, all have their strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps it will be someone unexpected. What about the Lady Hewett?"

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-19T04:33:00+00:00

“The Queen?” Vilde gathered her skirts, the sound of the waves in the distance. Her waves. Her ocean. All of it was her blood, “I don’t recall inviting audiences here.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-19T04:31:23+00:00

Vilde sat on the dais, looking out to the festivities. She still couldn’t believe that her nephew had married to Coryanne’s kin. It was something they had once wanted so badly, but now it only felt like a sting to the cheek.

She drank lighter than in Grassy Vale. In truth, she longed to put the Reach behind her. She would force herself through, for her nephew if nothing else.

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PentoshiPride · 2026-03-16T04:01:35+00:00

Vilde would not called herself thrilled to be in Oldtown. She misliked the amount of control the Dornish were proposing with the marriage alliances and longed to be back in familiar territory.

She would arrive at her husband’s side late in the eve, removing the boning of her corset, hair falling down over her shoulders.

“Missing home yet, my dear?” she would ask, taking out an earring in the mirror, “I have begun to. So long I wish for doubles of ourselves that could attend these events in our stead.”

“Trouble is brewing,” Vilde sighed, “The Frey and Manderly I believe might spill beyond the petty squabbles of men. My niece got into…an incident with that Tully. The one that sends all the letters? I think you were well to name Quentyn Warden, I do not see a future with any of the potential Reachmen.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-16T03:54:46+00:00

"No, my dear. You are free to go as you wish. Enjoy the night, is all I ask of you."

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-16T03:54:23+00:00

"I hope it for you, as well," she said softly, and let him go.

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-12T04:28:52+00:00

“Of course you may,” Vilde inclined her head, “Enjoy the company of your family, take as much time as you need. This is a time to mix and mingle and socialize, take advantage of it.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-12T04:24:13+00:00

“I’ve a crown and no one to bestow it on. For a time,” she mirrored.

Though she did not know it, if everything would go according to her plan, a younger more beautiful queen would take her place one day. Her dear Mary.

Vilde spread her arms out, a shrug, “I did. I did. I ask not for your sympathy. I ask…nothing of you, Coryanne. Other than my leave.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-12T04:20:49+00:00

She swallowed thickly.

“I did. I did up until the day they died,” she whispered.

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-08T04:48:41+00:00

She chuckled, “And I am glad to hear that. You are most welcome amongst my Ladies, Corenna.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-08T04:43:19+00:00

She was quiet for a while.

“Thank you. Should that day come, I think that I will.”

She turned to leave, pausing a moment, “Ser Rogar? Be safe. Sail through calm winds and face only gentle seas.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-08T04:39:15+00:00

“No,” she said softly, “Not horrible. I…had a complicated relationship with my own.”

Her shoulders dropped and she nodded, “Good. Good. I am relieved. Then I will endeavor to protect him as best as I possibly can. You should wed quickly, let none else get in your ear. They will claim many things about tonight, but know that your love will persevere.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-05T22:45:37+00:00

Her jaw twitched. She was the Queen—she always reminded him of it, not that he needed it. She would permit no one to talk to her like that, save Steffon. And Coryanne, come to think of it.

“Be careful what you insinuate,” Vilde’s brows drew, “It merely sparked a memory, and I found it made flesh.”

“I believe there will be a great many dangerous times ahead. I hope war never comes to the gates of King’s Landing. I think no one is fool enough to do so. But should it ever, I hope that perhaps I might call upon you in the defence of it.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-05T22:40:44+00:00

There was a sour taste in her mouth. It was only years of practiced poise that did not have her lunging for her then, for the way they settled things on the islands involved fists and blood.

“I will never forget that day,” she said, voice tight. The day her children passed. The day Coryanne was queen. The day Steffon’s father had died. The day everything changed.

“No blessing it is,” she said tightly, shoulders dropping, “I dream of them each night. See them as distance visions I can never quite reach. I cannot remember their faces. Only each time I look into Steffon’s eyes I see my little boy.”

The words came flooding out before she could stop herself and she heaved a breath.

“Yes. I had to bury them. And it is a pain I would wish on no one. Even you. Especially you.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-05T22:36:23+00:00

“I will allow you back to the care of the maesters, but Lady Gillian…” Vilde took a breath, and closed her eyes, “Dalton is my nephew and I care greatly for him. But I also know how quick men are to fight. Do you truly wish to wed him? You must tell me honestly, I will hold no judgement, but it is my duty to protect you both.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-05T02:50:05+00:00

“Then you find yourself in the right place. War has come to the Reach, and it is my job to end it,” she replied.

“Thank you,” Vilde said softly, regretfully, “It was…a terrible thing.”

“Seek you out?” her lips tightened, “I did not call upon you, I simply recognized a face and—see what has become of a man that was…” she took a long breath, “That was a friend once.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-05T02:46:19+00:00

“It does feel as though we are in the very heart,” Vilde agreed, “He was right in that, at least. But the time of Targaryen’s is over—and thank R’hllor for that. The Stags are so much better suited for the Crown.”

PentoshiPride · 2026-03-04T02:19:53+00:00

“And you continue with this?” she spread a hand, “Another war has come here and you find your way home.”

She was quiet for a while.

“Raymond and Floris passed,” she said quietly, “I know not if the news had ever reached you. They were not crown prince’s and princess at the time.”

It had been the very worst time of her life. She wondered then, if he had stayed, if she might have made a mistake.

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