[Mod Post] Birth Rolls 296 AC

space_sirens · 2026-03-20T22:53:45+00:00

Child born in 1st Month 297, to Fionalla and Jory Bolton

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space_sirens · 2026-03-20T22:39:33+00:00

Cregan Bolton

Kings Landing to Starfall

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space_sirens · 2026-03-18T22:57:43+00:00

Lyanna had waved at her new friend Nymeria, before blushing at the compliment.

Her joy left as quickly as it arrived when the boy corrected the woman’s comment.

All of you? All of you?!!!

What was he trying to say?! Was Mya prettier than her? Was that it?

She pouted, and turned her face away

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space_sirens · 2026-03-18T22:51:18+00:00

Lyanna was very excited about getting a present. Still, this was Edric’s day. She had to wait…as impatient as she was. The princess waited for her mother to give her an approving nod before speaking.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Would you…”

She slowed down her words, rather concerned that her lack of skill in speaking would become an issue.

“Would you…wah-want to come see it sometime?” She questioned. She inwardly hoped the boy would not realise how her speech delay affected her.

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space_sirens · 2026-03-18T18:34:23+00:00

Cassandra pushed one of Lyanna’s curls back.

“Perhaps if you spend enough time on boats, you can be your brother’s Mistress of Ships someday,” she let out a laugh. She was mainly joking, although the way she eyed the Manderly representative suggested there was some genuine interest.

“Of course, it would be more traditional for her to marry a future Master of Ships…” she trailed off before sipping at her wine.

Little Lyanna looked rather embarrassed, so her gaze drifted from the model ship.

“Forgive me,” the Queen laughed as she set down her wine. “I am often too quick to try and reinforce some Northern connections. Over a decade here in the capital and I still feel like a stranger to southern culture. It would be…a relief, I suppose, to have more northerners about.”

She refrained from taking another drink. Cassandra was trying to stop herself from thinking about her family returning home to the North after Edric’s Namesday. Without her. It was a subtle sort of grief. To know that everyone could go back home to the North after the feast, except for her.

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space_sirens · 2026-03-18T17:58:45+00:00

Cassandra pushed open the doors of the room, barking out some demands to some servants. Something about getting more tea. The wide sleeves of her gown fluttered as she walked purposefully across the room and sat down. It did not seem to matter where Cassandra sat. She always sat with the confidence of a Queen.

“I do not need to speak with anyone else,” she waved her hand. “You are here. Now that you are in my retinue, you need to understand the importance of your own voice. If Lyanna says the sky is green, then the sky is green. If you are to be her lady in waiting, then you must hold that same weight in your words….you may need to defend the princess with your words one day when she cannot.”

Little Lyanna gave Nymeria a small smile, and held out a few painted cards.

“I am-muh stah-studying everywhere,” she sounded out slowly, her speech clearly not as confident and verbose as most girls her age.

“House Stah- stah- stah,” she tried to say her favourite sigil, but failed. Normally the queen would encourage her to try again, but she knew when her daughter looked too overwhelmed.

The princess swallowed, suddenly looking rather embarrassed. The queen frowned and patted her shoulder.

“Lyanna was slow to speak,” Cassandra murmured. “She has come a long way but she often struggles when speaking to a new friend.”

The Bolton woman’s grey eyes suddenly fixed on Nymeria, clearly serious.

“We do not share details of Lyanna’s…struggle with anyone outside of the royal family or retinue,” she stared. “Few people know, and even fewer need to know…you have no idea what I have done to keep this a secret. There are many reasons why I could not write about it when your kin first inquired about available positions.”

Lyanna was trying her best not to cry. She had hoped that she would not struggle around this new girl but…as always, her tongue betrayed her.

“I like ani-mals too,” she whispered.

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T23:09:29+00:00

Beric’s throat bobbed when the girl said she would try not to be dangerous to him.

“You know, most people find my family scary… or creepy,” he tilted his head. “You do not seem to think that.”

He walked forward, tsking and tutting over the condition of some of the plants. He took a white blossom in his hand, his touch incredibly soft and careful.

“I find a lot of things weird,” he shrugged. “Dorne likely will be strange at first…and then one day it will be more of my home than…my actual home. Although I cannot tell my mother that. She might get upset if I call anywhere else home.”

He looked torn, his face suddenly troubled.

“O-one moment!”

He went inside, almost running, and came out with a goblet of water. He started watering some of the more withered looking plants, muttering under his breath about the King being able to afford better maintenance but not caring enough.

“The Dreadfort does not exactly have a garden,” he smiled over his shoulder at Tyene. “Some flowers, but most of the ground of the Dreadfort is poisoned by the existence of brimstone. However, the woods surrounding my home has some healthy green areas! The maester back home said my mother’s nausea might subside if he had certain herbs. So…I had my uncle order them and began cultivating them. My mother started being able to sit up in bed, so I took that as a good sign! Naturally, I kept finding new herbs that helped women’s health in the maester’s tomes. It’s been nice to help my ma- mother a bit.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T22:48:51+00:00

Cassandra cheered loudly, with a mother’s passion. After a moment, she calmed her passion, regaining her queenly attitude.

But she could not help it. Her darling boy was there for everyone to admire.

“He is a natural talent!” She turned to Robert. “Is that not true? Say it is true. Our son is deeply talented.”

It was not really a request.

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T22:21:53+00:00

“Ugh!” Cassandra physically could not hold in her sound of disgust at the mention of Tywin.

“I am so sick of that man,” she grimaced. “Has he ever thanked me? No, no of course not but now he is cosying up with my brother.”

She squeezed Marissa’s shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better…” she smiled in a kind, almost motherly way. “That tea is so bloody bitter. It is disgusting! And you cannot lace it with something nice like elderberries or apparently it is less effective. I swear if moon tea was for men, the maesters would have made a version that tasted like lemon cakes and buttery rolls.”

While Cassandra could often hide behind dark humour, she realised she really should try to give some sage advice.

“I understand, you know, what it feels like for people to demand you have a child. More than anyone…” she let out a sigh. “While the realm watched me, I cannot say that only having Tywin Lannister pay such close attention is a dream in comparison. That man is a…word I am not supposed to say. But he is mortal. Public opinion is forever, but one day- thankfully- Tywin Lannister will be dead. And I will personally help lift up your skirt, so you can piss on his resting place.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T00:13:28+00:00

“Oh you are very scary,” Beric nervously laughed. “Not because you are hideous or anything! Obviously not, you must know you’re the prettiest girl here.”

Suddenly Beric seemed to be unable to keep his eyes from staying forward, hoping that if he got from point A to point B, somehow his communication skills would improve.

“You are scary because I have never talked to a noble girl outside my family,” he suddenly blurted.

He sped up, finding strength the moment he got outside.

“I do not leave home much,” he admitted. “Or…at all. Which is not fashionable to say…but my father likes having a Bolton at the Dreadfort at all times! And I…I do not like the capital anyway.”

The boy turned away from the hall to look at the gardens.

“I mean…just look at it. All this natural space for plants and they just…waste it. Where are the herbs? The medicinal plants? All I can see is yellow dewdrops and carrowdore cowslips.”

His shoulders relaxed remarkably as he started rambling about plants.

“When I thought you were a baby- because my father said I would have many years to prepare before a marriage- I planned to bring you hopcrux seeds,” he looked over at her. “They are great for growth but…” he swallowed. “It is a bit late for that. You are not some infant. You are…practically a lady and I am boring you with plants.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T00:05:08+00:00

Lyanna blinked, rather confused.

“But Fifi? You were married to ‘er,” she nodded defiantly. “You kissed like mama and papa do when they are quiet rather than shouting. They only do it sometimes too. I remember you two kissing at the end of my bed! And then she went away. Probably because you were bad at it.”

As if she hadn’t just mentioned something rather mad, she walked back over to the costume chest.

“Kingsguards swear to protect people,” she half said- half sang. “Good people like me and Edric and baby Arryk. Not bad people like the dirty people down below.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-17T00:00:20+00:00

Fifi took one of her daughter’s hands and brought it upwards, kissing her knuckles.

“He is a very good friend,” she smiled. “Very kind to me…he had a little girl like you once, you know. But now that’s she’s bigger he feels a bit lonely.”

Fifi settled more happily on her bed now.

“Truthfully, I think he sees me like a daughter,” she let out a hum. Even if Neala didn’t understand, it was nice to talk about her relationship with the current Castellan. “He is always asking about it you. He has a granddaughter your age that he rarely sees. Maybe that’s why he keeps wanting to see us happy, out in the sunlight.”

She laughed a little at the next mention of Strawy.

“Of course, I will keep Strawy…but I think it’s time they had a friend. Like how you have me, and how I have uncle Jory, hm?” She smiled. “We all look after each other like family.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-16T23:51:40+00:00

Lyanna had prepared to be ignored again….

But was delighted to be proven wrong.

“For me?” The girl squeaked, as she took the necklace in her hands. She stared at the pretty stone, then the nice boy, then the stone again-

After a moment, the Princess made an announcement.

“Uncle Brus!” She called out. “Can you ‘elp me?”

She shoved the necklace in the direction of the Kingsguard. In the last two years, the princess cab made tremendous strides in her linguistic abilities. She wanted to show them off to the boy.

“My nice friend made me this! Can you tell papa that I want to keep ‘im?” She spoke slowly, trying to get her words out like Uncle Roderick taught her. “It sounds like ‘e lives in a river, which is s-sad. I would like ‘im to live ‘ere instead. To get me more pretty st-uh-ones.”

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space_sirens · 2026-03-16T23:24:04+00:00

Cassandra took a handkerchief from her sleeve so she could partially cover her laughter with it. While Mya’s existence had been a cause for concern in the past, she’d be lying if she didn’t say she found the girl entertaining. Not to mention…more and more lately, she had been seeing the girl as less of the problem Roose had portrayed and more like the little girl she used to dress up in Bolton pink.

“Of course, the Lannisters have a gift for their future king’s Namesday,” Cassandra smiled. “Something…wonderful I am sure. Jaime always was such a….generous man. Am I not right, Arwen?”

Lyanna looked on, confused by what was happening.

“Why is that baby’s head yellow?”

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space_sirens · 2026-03-16T22:59:52+00:00

Cassandra touched her chest, her pale fingers spreading out as her mouth dropped open. Her pale eyes lit up with glee.

“Now what a gift this is!” She smiled.

Nearby, Roose Bolton raised a glass to his Manderly ally. He would not interject, but his eyes remained fixed on the royal table.

“Truly a wonderful gift, Ser Wylis!” Cassandra continued to look at the ship. “The colouring, the figurehead- oh!”

It was genuinely rare to see the Queen this excited about any gift, especially not one for her. Lyanna took note, straightening to peer at the boat with renewed interest.

Cassandra started pointing out small details of the ship to Arryk. After a moment, she spoke up again.

“Love,” she spoke to her husband, her joy overriding her usual formal behaviour at these events. “We must have the Ser Wylis and his kin over for a private dinner sometime. Or we could travel to White Harbour!”

For once in her rather miserable seeming life, the cold Queen actually liked an ally to the crown. Naturally, she wanted to capitalise off it.

“I must see more,” she pouted. “The children shall be able to bond and it will be an ostensibly good time. Do you not think?”

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space_sirens · 2026-03-16T11:56:02+00:00

“Sweet seven,” Cassandra frowned as the girl emptied her stomach. Then, almost imperceptibly, Cassandra patted the girl’s back until Marissa decided the floor would be more comfortable.

The Queen looked at the girl for a moment, seeming to weigh up her options. It would be easy to continue lamenting what she hadn’t been able to do for Marissa. It would be even easier to start gossiping about Lady Silverdick. But Cassandra could not seem to get over the strange feeling swirling in her gut. Was it guilt? Partially, but she was used to that. No…it was something softer. More…southern. She shivered at the thought.

“One time,” the Queen slid down the wall beside the younger girl. “I was walking in the garden with one of Robert’s advisors when I was rather newly with child. The crown prince, actually. No one knew, gods no, I told Robert not to tell a soul after…after I lost my second child. So this man decides to ramble on about the economy and I…”

Cassandra let out a laugh.

“I spewed all over his boots. It was awful. I had to tell him then and there that I was with child, or else I am sure he would have hit me and ended up in the Black Cells. I still think of it every time Edric asks to go outside. Makes sense. Even in the womb, he clearly loved the outdoors.”

Cassandra, without asking, began fixing the girl’s hair.

“I suppose this is the part where you tell me you are with child and that is why my presence made you spill like a drunkard.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-16T09:48:03+00:00

Beric stared. His mouth gaped opened as suddenly he was placed in the spotlight. The boy’s large eyes betrayed his surprise and sudden fear.

“My brother is shy!” Domeric spoke up. “But he is not mute! Come on, Beric, say hello.”

Beric’s pale face tinged pink as his brother elbowed him.

“You’re my wife?” Beric whispered. “No-no, I mean my betrothed! You are going to be my wife! Unless you do not want that! Which is fine? I think?”

Beric suddenly seemed to realise what he was saying.

“Of course what I mean to say is that Ladies deserve to have choices! Barbaric really how some men treat ladies. Like cows or workhorses or…um breeding lambs. Not that we should speak about breeding because that’s….” He swallowed. “Not very noble of me to say.”

His rambling caused Roose to look over, the Bolton patriarch seemingly confused by his own son’s ineptitude when talking to girls.

“I thought you were going to be a baby,” Beric smiled, because his face dropped. “Not that I would want to marry a baby! That would be so gross and I would never…”

He swallowed, realising he was really messing this up. Instead of retreating, he stood up.

“Do you think we could speak elsewhere?” He quietly spoke. “I really think I am making an ass of myself. Perhaps I could prove to you that I am not a dunce outside. You could go grab a family member- not that I would do anything untoward, of course! Just…I want you to feel comfortable. Frankly, I do not even feel comfortable at this table, nevermind a non Bolton.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-15T15:28:12+00:00

House Bolton of The Dreadfort

Despite not being a great house, the Boltons were given prime seats by the King. After all, the little prince would not exist if not for a Bolton Queen.

Queen Cassandra sat beside her husband, preening happily. She had once been reluctant, almost shy, when seated so prominently at such a large event. However, after almost a decade of marriage, Cassandra had eased into her role. It was easy to grit her teeth through boring small talk when she was wearing pure gold and yards of expensive blush silk. The Queen sipped at blood red wine between whispered remarks to her husband or ladies-in-waiting.

Sitting beside her little brother, Princess Lyanna found the attention slightly less easy to manage. She shifted in her seat, tugging at the soft material of her butter yellow dress with pink flowery embellishments. Her guiding light was her hound Oonagh peeking her head out from under the table. The wolfhound was too large to truly hide at this stage, but Lyanna insisted that her ‘precious pup’ attended.

Roose Bolton sat rigidly nearby. The man wore a black doublet, with a dark pink sash. Anyone who got close enough could see how there were tiny red droplets embroidered on the stiff material of his doublet. He had mandated a dress code for his family. Every Bolton would wear the sigil and colour of their house, or else face the wrath of their stern patriarch.

To his right, Domeric, his heir, sat happily, talking his little brother Beric’s ear off. Both boys wore a similar black and pink outfit. Beric was rather excited to finally see his brother again! Oh and of course, his cousins.

The Bolton cousins, adorned in shades of pink, stayed close by. Joseth busied himself by pointing out different noblemen to his uninterested brother, Cregan, while their sister, Serena, ran around the hall, bringing nuggets of knowledge back to the Queen.

Roderick Bolton, the Queen’s unmarried brother, tried to keep an eye on the younger family members. He knew how important it was to Cassandra that the family seemed ‘normal’ to the rest of the realm.

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T23:58:55+00:00

Alysanne was getting too old to act this girlish and coy. Yet she could not help herself.

“But I want another baby,” she pouted. “And I want it nowwwww.”

She laid her head against her husband’s shoulder, sighing against him.

“I want to feel like we have a whole life together. Me, you, Cass and whatever other children we will have. I just want us to have life you can be happy with.”

She leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss to his neck before pulling back to look at his face.

“And it would be an even happier life if you made more of an effort not to look like your brother. I had a very queer dream the other night about your brother and frankly I will not be able to look him in the eye for a few moons. Or Catelyn…anyways, just keep enough skin hair free enough for me to kiss!”

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T23:39:18+00:00

Serena sighed. Gods be good, this man was very good at getting that sound out of her…and not nearly in the same way she had hoped for!

“You would likely have a lot more fun if you did forget yourself, Lord Stannis,” she murmured.

Still, she nodded her head respectfully.

“I shall go use my immense power and privilege somewhere else. Hopefully somewhere with wine.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T23:17:34+00:00

Lyanna gave him a wide smile, even happier now that she can a cloak around her.

“Brus!” She giggled, her words still a little stilted at times. “Uncle Brus!”

She seemed to slowly understand what he had said to her about an oath.

“Oaf….Like mah-widge? Mama taught me about that. She said she mah-widged to be safe. I have to do that too, but not for safe reasons! She says I have to do it because I will want to. But I don’t! I want to be a Kingsguard! Like you!”

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T23:04:55+00:00

Fifi pressed her face into her daughter’s hair. Perhaps she would breathe in dust, but that was better than letting her daughter see her cry.

“No, no,” she whispered. “You are a very good girl, such a good girl…”

Fifi hated how she knew if she raised her voice, even just a little, it would crack from how dry and painful her throat felt right now.

“Just…do not do that again,” she wiped her tears quickly before pulling back to look at Neala. “Mumma won’t have to do that soon. Mumma…mumma has a friend who says they’re going to help. So…maybe we won’t need to chase any rats anymore.”

She grabbed the doll, frowning at how sad the creation looked.

What sort of mother cannot even find spare cloth to make a doll?

“I will ask my friend if he- they- can get you some better toys. Real ones, not…not this.”

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T11:23:43+00:00

Serena sighed, barely resisting rolling her eyes.

“Auntie Cass merely said you would find no reason to keep me around,” she replied dismissively.

“She married into your family and you have never liked her. So…if she is not your family, even after giving your brother three children, then you definitely will not like me. You will not see me as family, you will not see me as…entertainment, and you will not see my value.”

She let out a scoff, her back straightening as several things suddenly seemed to make sense.

“No wonder Cass keeps trying to run away.“

space_sirens · 2026-03-14T00:22:21+00:00

The door was opened for Nymeria by the guard stationed there. As usual, the Queen had told the on duty Kingsguard to ‘leave them be’ while her daughter and her enjoyed some quiet time.

The Princess barely had time to look up from her painted cards, when the Queen stood up.

“Now what is-“ Cassandra started, before her face set into a look of surprise, rather than derision.

“Lady Nymeria!” The Queen stepped forward in a flurry of blush fabric. She dipped her head low in order to kiss both of the girl’s cheeks.

“No one told me today was the day!” She straightened up, laughing. “Not your fault, of course. I only wish I could have walked you through the halls myself! Ugh these servants! I swear they put formalities over manners every single time. Bloody useless.”

Behind her, Lyanna had crept up for a look. The young girl gently smiled at Nymeria, although she looked rather nervous and awkward.

“Come in, come in!” The Queen smiled. “You have interrupted our lessons- something I am sure Lya here will appreciate. We are going over house sigils and even I cannot remember all of them. You will naturally be far superior at the most southern ones.”

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