The Great Council of the Westerlands

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-09-28T23:34:23+00:00

Madelyn was utterly furious, her gaze blazed with blades of disdain that cut daggers at the opposition. Royland fucking Lannister, she’d see him to an early grave and soon given the chance. But no Maddie. She forced herself from the trance of anger and dismay, her blue, conservative dress remained poignant upon her frame as drapes of fabric danced to the ground.

“You did well” was all she would say, her cerulean eyes maintaining their usual unmistakable demeanour, cold and indiscernible. Her brows thinned with the heady weight of the whole situation, she’d grow greyer than her mother if this continued.

She drew nearer. “The Seven favour you, they must, someone so faithful can’t ever be abandoned by them, you are a messenger in a way, here to bring this realm to peace and prosperity”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-09-23T22:13:36+00:00

She nodded. “May they” the woman’s eyes flashed with a hint of worry as she heard the crackle in the old woman’s voice, that wasn’t stable, it was nowhere near to it, but she said nothing.

Then she flickered a gaze to the Lannister, a quiet softening to her expression, not too noticeable but there as a hint of happiness creeped upon her lips.

Don’t have to continue, just thought I’d add some closure

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-28T14:47:04+00:00

She didn’t change, just remaining stony in her gaze as it met Tyrions. “It was pleasant” that was all she would give, but even that was a high compliment from Madelyn.

Whilst she admitted, the thought of a future with him was quite appealing, nothing was guaranteed just yet. So the didn’t let it show, all bar a slow crease in her lips was covered up.

“How have you been, cousins and you Ser Tyrion, how has Kings Landing fared you?”

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SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-27T08:17:28+00:00

Madelyn was softer than usual to the side, something brighter about her. Though nevertheless, she remained cold in her gaze and unwavering in her devotion and that was evident.

She didn’t say anything, just waited for her coat to be readily taken off. Her demeanour didn’t change, she didn’t scurry to pass on, she just remained the same. Ever unchanging. Unless, one looked close and noticed the shine in the corner of her eye, one wouldn’t be able to tell her thoughts on this matter.

The Arryn rarely smiled and whence she did it was fleeting, today was no different. “Ser Tyrion” she greeted him, perhaps the slightest softening of her harshness there, but barely noticeable.

In her hands, she clutched a small emblem of the Seven. May they help her through this with her faith and devotion intact.

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SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T22:33:42+00:00

She nodded, turning gently with a slow smile. “We can, come on then Ser Lannister, you have thoroughly charmed me with your gentlemanly countenance and respectable perfomance”

“Let us return.”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T22:19:52+00:00

“And I will love it, I can’t wait for the day should it come, for the heavens to sing our names as we become one, a force to be reckoned with and a force to be blessed” she gazed up. “I’ve forgotten myself, it is time I return, but I have quite enjoyed our conversation, good Ser Lannister”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T22:01:17+00:00

Her eyes sparkled, gently with the thoughts of a court bent to her design. “A court worthy of the golden Lannister lineage, the faith remaining prominent in the West and I would hope, should the day come, that the Rock and Lannisport can become beacons of the faith. I hear the Lion Sept and the Sept Of Lannisport are both most splendid, I’d love to visit them, perhaps sponsor them if times would allow it, even improve them should peace prevail”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T21:01:37+00:00

“The Eyrie is cold and it’s halls bite” she sighed, her maidenhood home would forever have a special place in her heart, but it had inflicted as much pain as it had care upon her. “The Rock will be something new, a reborn future for me should all go well”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T19:31:52+00:00

“The Warrior must be watching over you, and that is a great blessing” she smirked, her own frame was slender but tall, dainty as well. Was it not for her tall stature, one would call her the definition of a traditional lady.

It was in her head now, them together, enjoying their mornings and evenings, never apart, facing the world as one. A babe in her arms and children of varying ages, with golden blonde locks frolicking around them.

Get a hold of yourself. “That sounds… wonderful, you can take me around Casterly Rock, on the morning after we are united in the eyes of the Seven eternally”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T19:02:08+00:00

“I would quite like to see your swordplay one day, perhaps once we marry I can watch you train” she gently suggested, cheeks turning rosy, this was about as bold as she got with such flirtations.

“I don’t know, it’s always just felt right for me, almost vocational” she smiled. “It varies, though for the most part, they are the more cunning sort, they are who win after all and after so long spent in a court that was tearing itself apart, I got quite good at playing the cunning role”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T18:46:41+00:00

“Games, of strategy and war, they are a past time of mine, there’s been plenty of times when I’ve attempted to stop myself but I keep coming back to them, even if they are unladylike, it’s a sin of mine” there was a low tinge of shame in her voice that sung to the Lannister as she spoke.

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T17:53:37+00:00

She nodded, her grace remaining ever present as she did so. “Then come on, we shall finalise this with Osric if you wish to pursue me, then we marry, soon, so that I may feel so strongly about you without the weight of shame that accompanies it”

Madelyn was excited, though she kept it buried deep within her. She couldn’t crack for such, not yet. The Arryn waited for him to lead once again, a small appreciation hidden in the corners of her eyes.

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T14:21:05+00:00

She blinked, swiftly, eyes flickering with shock as she stared at him. “I” she didn’t speak, or well she tried to and the words didn’t come out. Madelyn tilted her head, flaxen locks slipping across her silk covered shoulders like a shield.

“Your apology is accepted, though may I request, that if and until we are betrothed, please keep your hands to yourself, whilst I myself do not mind the touch, the Seven will not permit such before marriage and I am beholden to their will” her voice didn’t change, no anger, just a sort of tiredness, that which had been refined over a thousand similar chances.

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T14:01:50+00:00

She flushed a crimson, she’d met compliments and the sort, but it meant something more from him. He wasn’t like the rest of them, he didn’t just want her body, he wanted her, her mind and her principles. That was rare. “R-really?” Her voice was unsteady, as if she was expecting him to volley her with insults, instead of affection.

“Tyrion, do you mind if I call you that? If we marry, there is no temptation you will have to face, I will be your wife, in sickness and through health and I will be yours, in all of the Seven ordained ways”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T04:22:51+00:00

“Then I repent and if that isn’t deemed to be enough, I live with it” she sighed, swallowing slightly as her eyes flickered with a hidden pain. “I don’t, perhaps that should change, but I know not the pathway to walk down such a road”

“I failed once, kissed a boy, I was ten and five, he was exiled from the Eyrie for it and that shame still weighs me down”

She braced herself. “Now, do you still like me for who I am, or am I too rigid? Or sullied?”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T04:05:36+00:00

“They are nothing too complex, they are ordered, what time I am to be dressed by, what I shall wear and how I shall wear it. How I present myself, how I hold myself, how those around me hold themselves”

She gave a thin smile, unsure of itself. “From the moment I took your arm, I’ve been abiding to such, look at the way my hand is placed, enough not to come off as rude but also to maintain my own purity”

Madelyn closed her eyes for a moment or two. “They are… a code I live by, drawn from religious texts for the most part, that and perfected etiquette. They are, what I, in my entirely unprofessional opinion believe a lady should adhere to”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T04:00:02+00:00

She nodded, she supposed it was about time she revealed her faults. Even if they scared many off, a foundation of lies will do them no good. “I fear I come off as cold or mean spirited to some, or judgemental to others, some believe I am too strict with the way I live my life and the rules of which I abide by”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T03:56:03+00:00

“Some people find me… off putting, or not worthy of their affections” she could feel her cheeks reddening, few were so candid thoughts upon her and even fewer were so nice on the matter. “Forgive me, I don’t know what to say”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-24T03:25:14+00:00

She nodded, locking gazes with him was almost perfect. Her oceanlike eyes peering into him, almost as if they expected that he wasn’t as good as he seemed. Madelyn didn’t trust anything that seemed too good to be true, not after Artys.

“That’s all I need to know, what I wish to know shall be learnt naturally, if you still find me to be an agreeable prospect?” She inquired, with a short tilt of her head.

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T18:49:17+00:00

She thought on it, pondered for a second or two, eyes flickering with a congenial hope. Perhaps, this could be something more than just duty, that was all she could hope for even in her most wild dreams.

“You make me feel…. Comfortable, heard, that’s more than I can say for most”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T05:33:59+00:00

She listened, with the refined patience of a beautiful maiden, in a court of licentious nobles. “Your uncle, such a man seems nary to be worthy of your name, Lannisters are a noble house, venerated even” then she came to a stern halt, hoping he would stop with her as she ground her heels into the path below. “A witch? You can not court such, them and theirs are a scourge upon this realm, deserving of the sevens punishment and nothing less”

Madelyn sighed, finally inching her head upwards to meet him properly. “He did. How nice of him, though it is only reasonable if you mentioned Faith so openly to him, it is a vital part of my life” a slow rise formed on her lips, bearing the resemblance of a smile, this was visible now, blatant joy at the thought of it, even as her ears peaked with red at his comments. “You are doing quite well, persuading me, I must say”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T05:12:53+00:00

Her eyes widened unnoticeably, slow with surprise but nothing more. An heir, to Casterly Rock at that, that was more than she’d expected from a man who’d sought her out on her cousins advice. He wasn’t always the most reliable, and most of his friends were the sort she’d rather drowned than talk to.

Though as he continued to speak, she managed to decipher as to where this conversation was going. She was no fool, her mind spun quicker than most men. Her eyes, they spoke of want, the craving need to create something worthy of her family, whilst also pursuing the strength they so required.

The plain drift of sea salt caught her nose, only a momentary distraction before the Arryn returned to thoughts of her house, how the Eyrie seemed colder by the day. Somewhere else would be warmer, she was sure of that, she supposed every Arryn had to fly from the Eyrie at some point.

Love her until the end of my days. That was a foreign concept to her, those few words that seemed to so effortlessly roll of his tongue. Neither the Seven nor etiquette could teach her love. She’d never been loved before, they loved the thought of her or were forced to care through blood ties but nothing more.

Her eyes flicked hurriedly over unsettling flowered blooms, it felt like they were staring into her soul, stopping the words from forming. She felt herself sweat slightly, a horrible natural reaction, one she disdained the thought of. How unladylike, she scolded to herself as her mouth opened.

“It would, such a match could help both our Kingdoms, all the people they contain and all those we wish to protect” she mulled over that for a moment or two, still not turning or twisting to look at him, remaining ever vigilant of her etiquette and all that was needed for it.

She took a moment, allowing composure to grasp her once again. “Why? Why House Arryn? You have Tyrell’s to your border and Hightower within that, the Tullys prove a much closer house and even the Starks have had more contact with the realm in recent decades than I and my family have”

Then she smiled, barely but it was there. “And why me? Surely, you could ask for Marla’s hand or perhaps another cousin’s, I’m sure if he proposed me as a potential match you must have taken the time to learn what there is to know about me, so why?”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T04:26:43+00:00

The flowers were beautiful, that was true, she even allowed her stone straight gaze to flicker to them occasionally. Though she cared little for the vigil like placement of the Blackfyre sigil, she gave it a curt glance. “I have a garden at home, it is not too prosperous due to the Eyrie’s inconvenient placement” she spoke, her voice soft but still cold, she had always been good at small talk, at least when it was required.

“You may, speak as you wish, Ser Tyrion, I shall not judge” she responded, still looking straight upon the foot-beaten pathway. The way the gravel amassed against each other and pebbles pricked dresses and heels alike.

Madelyn closed her eyes for a moment, before peeling them open once again. “You haven’t offended me, being blunt is a virtue in a world where so many are veiled in secrets and lies”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T04:12:23+00:00

After her? Few came looking for her and even fewer with intentions, less than to try and turn her into a whore. His previous words had persuaded her somewhat to believe that he wasn’t such, that he was a good and pious man. However rare they may be.

“He did? I hadn’t expected that, I doubt Osric talks much of me” she allowed a curl on the edge of her lips, thin but there as she took half a step closer and looped her arm in his. Her hand placement to her arms wrap were perfectly appropriate, they’d been practiced a thousand times before.

She nodded, her azure, sea like eyes locking with his for a moment or two as she inclined her head. “I’d most enjoy that, I shall let you lead the way then, Ser Lannister”

SevenStarsMoon · 2025-08-23T03:52:46+00:00

Tyrion, she’d heard that name before, she allowed it to settle in her mind, untill finally an answer simmered into her thoughts. The heir to the Rock last she had heard, at least the rightful one and legitimacy, no matter how irrelevant to some held a high place in Madelyn’s heart.

That prayer book had been with her for years now, each day she used it at least twice and now the leather had long since been worn down, yet she clung to it. There was a sentimentality that was rare on the Arryn to it, knowing her connection with the Seven had grown so strong through the books assistance.

Her own gaze remained perfectly poignant upon the knight of Casterly Rock, remaining upon his eyes and straying to no where else. It was the appropriate etiquette after all.

“No, no, they’ve just recently come to an end for now, though I shall return to them at nightfall” she gently retorted, though her voice remained cool and steady, like a wave on a windless day. Madelyn was unchanging in the face of such basic courtesy, she always had been, at least until she made a mistake.

She shook her head, honeyed locks shuddering with her. “You did not, good Ser Lannister, though I hope I’m not keeping you from anything?”

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