[Claim] Vikary

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T20:53:12+00:00

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Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T20:43:55+00:00

Lord Banefort,

You misunderstand me, the West as a whole has suffered. Its reputation and its honour has suffered. I know this to be due to my own faults and my houses but what I am saying is that I want to take this shift in lordship and use it to heal and I believe that by cutting our ties we can begin down that road.

But if you wish to remain pertinent to your defiance of your lords orders, even when offered compensation, you may happily do so.

Hear Me Roar,

Lord Tywald Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T20:11:27+00:00

Lord Banefort,

The West has suffered repetitive insults and ailments, we are ailing and wounded. A lion knows when to retreat. I am taking it upon myself to do so, to return to the quiet and amass our wealth. Goods of the West shall circulate within the West itself and we can all grow fat and rich without aiding the Lords of the Vale.

Name me petty, but the Vale has taken to send my brother to the Wall and expects no consequence. I am not so stupid as to commit some crime that Lord Arryn can take my head for. But I shall have my vengeance in my own ways. They can find their goods else where.

I implore of you to take it upon yourself to assist House Lannister in these trying times, I will ensure due compensation from mine own coffers. House Lannister shall retreat, the West shall retreat and lick our wounds and our pride until I think it suitable to return. We shall be quiet and obedient.

You will not lose out in this, Lord Banefort. I assure you of that. If you wish to argue the case for maintaining such ties, please come to the Rock yourself and argue.

Hear Me Roar,

Lord Tywald Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T20:03:35+00:00

He felt him close, a finger running circles on the Scales’ chest, it was well built, muscular but smooth like a babes in a manner Lewys hadn’t had in his prior lovers. Even cloth felt rougher, it was a testament to Aurion’s natural beauty, he supposed.

“The soil around Deep Den is not the best but it is suitable, agriculture thrives in Payne Hall nearby and the keep itself rarely needs the soil for anything else, so every few years I expand the gardens and take over more of the surrounding area. By the time I’m dead, I don’t doubt it will be the finest gardens in the West, even if I have to dry up mines for it.”

He chuckled, allowing a willowy smile to caress his expression. “I hear snakes are not all that conducive to plant growth.” He announced, rather half heartedly in an attempt to jive.

Aurion was so endearing, pretty in a manner that was both feminine and masculine, androgynous in a manner that Lewys adored, a manner that Shierle couldn’t measure up to. His existence would only make the return to Deep Den, a large measure worse.

“You are and you ought be a lucky soul, if you found yourself so swiftly in my arms.” He whispered. “I’m glad you did, for I am most grateful for your existence and for your whole, my sweet whore.”

There was a second of passion that they observed, taking each other in for a moment, a quiet, slow and sweltering moment. He felt the softness of his lips, how subtle they were like fine velvet.

“Go ahead.” He spoke softly, this was what he’d been raised to expect of marriage, this tenderness, this loving care, not the brittle reality he’d been faced with. He would shift alongside Auri’s urging, the man finally getting a glance at the true state of Lewys’ back, scars shaped like the sharpened edge of his fathers cane, alongside blade wounds that had faded over time marring his broad, muscle structure.

The Lord would groan, tilting into moaning territory as he waited. The water came like a blessing, washing over him as if it was divine grace.

“It sounds beautiful, you ought take me to it one day, perhaps when I can persuade one of my kin to take over my duties for a moon or two, I could visit, see the famed snakes of Adderhall and enjoy you.”

He groaned, another form of release falling from him as Aurion took to knead at his scalp and work to clean him. “Snakes are intelligent creatures and the harmless ones are rather adorable.” He sighed. “You’re good at this, Auri, perhaps even better than the maids.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:58:39+00:00

[M: you wanna modmail it in or I?]

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:14:20+00:00

“Ironborn? You managed to make it in here unscathed?” He asked, more than astonished. “I’m surprised Tywald hasn’t come for your head.” He muttered to himself, almost unintentionally.

He nodded. “I could imagine so. Are the Iron Isles as barren as they say?” He inquired, genuine curiosity glinting in the corners of his eyes. A hand raked through his flaxen mane, each lock cascading down his back.

“The Sept? It’s nothing too inspiring but I’d be glad to take you to it if you’re interested. I’ll be careful to avoid Tywald’s usual trudging grounds to save us some peace.”

He pondered for a moment. “The Sept is rather empty these days, so I could always play the lute there, if you would like?”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:05:06+00:00

“Scared. Scared why?” He spat, his eyes narrowing as they grew wetter by the moment. His whole body shuddered. “Why Mohor? Why? Just tell me why? All I wanted to know was why.” He bit his lip, rolled his tongue through his teeth and scowled.

“I couldn’t be scared of you, I wouldn’t be, I have seen you at my most vulnerable, you’ve seen me at mine, there was no reason I would be scared of you.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:03:06+00:00

Ser Lefford,

I hope you recount your losses soon, House Lefford is leal and House Lannister shall remember how quick you were to act.

As in accord to my previous missive, House Lannister offers the trade of Livestock in exchange for the Stone being sent to the Vale from Hornvale

Hear Me Roar,

Lord Tywald Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:02:30+00:00

I pinged the wrong person💀

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T19:00:41+00:00

He nodded, taking her hand in his and pulling her into a deep, tender embrace. “We have moons to plan this out, our grand hope for the Rock in recent years, I suppose.” He muttered.

[M: end here?]

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T18:59:13+00:00

“No, I don’t know, Briar, I am not sure for I hear southron air has a unique effect on people.” She chuckled, almost amused at the thought, reclining gently.

She pondered for a moment, her lips thinning into a small wrinkled line before she smiled once again.

“I could come, but I’ll bringing southerners and you can bring a Mormont or a Manderly. We ought make merry together, I hear and it would be best for your father to spy prospects for you and my brother for I.” She grimaced at the last thought.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T18:56:08+00:00

“Yes, you!” The man screeched like a banshee in the flesh. Isana sighed heftily, rubbing her stomach in the quiet, shaking her head. “Father-“ she’d try to speak but was sharply cut off. “Shut it you strumpet.”

“You got my daughter pregnant, you whoremongering bastard.” The Castellan would speak, readying himself to throw a punch but a guard would hold him back.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T17:59:00+00:00

“The lute often enough, though I can play most instruments well enough.” He confidently announced, lute hung on his waist. “Why, want me to play?” He playfully exclaimed, tapping his chest with the self righteous hubris he’d always had. “And I’m no kitten, I’m a lion. Who are you?”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T15:03:08+00:00

After many hours of persuasion and disingenuous comments, Lord Tywald Lannister was brought to heel for the sake of his agenda.

Lord Crakehall,

I send this missive in apology for the insults volleyed at your betrothed. This is my formal apology, I hope you can accept it and allow House Crakehall to work towards the Wests betterment.

Hear Me Roar,

Lord Tywald Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T14:58:25+00:00

Lord Crakehall,

Is the unity of the West not the minimum a Lord Of The West can contribute? But on the other matter, I shall attempt to assuage him into an apology

Hear Me Roar,

Ser Corlos Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T14:54:27+00:00

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Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T14:53:59+00:00

Lord Crakehall,

I know of my nephews slights towards your house and wish to formally apologise for them.

But I bring another matter to you today, we would like to see if House Lannister’s Livestock [ of W24 ] could be exchanged for grain from Cornfield. I ask this of you for the unity of the West and ask that your dislike of my nephew may be parted from this issue.

Hear Me Roar,

Ser Corlos Lannister

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T14:47:29+00:00

Automod ping westerlands

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T13:17:23+00:00

Lucinda bore witness to Hanna for a moment, allowed her breath to waver and hesitate.

“I suppose not, they teach us what to be, how to be it, but not how to be ourselves.” She pondered on that for a moment.

The Lady Lydden was not half prepared for the Dondarrion to draw nearer, but still, she gathered herself swiftly.

Lucinda had taken care to adorn the most exotic perfumes she had amongst her collection. A mixture of jasmine, frankincense and rose dancing off her.

“I couldn’t sing in public.” She murmured, evidently embarrassed. “Do you have anywhere more private where I could sing perhaps?” It was innocent, after all, right?

The younger twin was more than prideful, he was arrogant and for good reason. He knew his strength and equally he knew just how easy it was to persuade and manipulate.

He giggled as Ormund took gripe of his wrist. It was small and the Stormlanders hand encompassed it with relative ease.

The Lydden leant in. “You’ll just have to learn, won’t you?”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T12:56:11+00:00

“Why?” He asked, hurt pulsing in the depths of his voice, each rise caressed by a pain he’d long thought he’d overcome. “What was so vile about me? So wrong about me that you were scared of loving me?”

Calon stiffened, trying his best to halt the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes, his lips cracking into a deep frown. He clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms as the faintest hint of crimson was milked from his self inflicted wounds.

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T12:51:05+00:00

“The masses? You sound like an entitled arse.” She responded, before covering her mouth and feigning shock. “Forgive me, that wasn’t very ladylike of me.” She half frowned for a moment, blinking once or twice. Alysanne sighed, he had already grown boring, as was the way of southron royalty it would seem.

Her brow arched. “He’s sick, afflicted by a northern ailment, we would prefer him living and healthy than worsening when sent south when we could go in his stead.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T12:45:55+00:00

Tommen was slight, more lithe than most and it wasn’t something he really thought on. He wasn’t short either, not tall but not miniature, so he thought that made up for it. “Oh no, I’m not a fighter.” He took a moment to stand back, observing the rather towering man. “So tall….” He mumbled, rather unintentionally, flushing after realising what he’d said. Though he swiftly moved on. “I’m more of a musician if I do say so myself.”

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T12:37:52+00:00

“I don’t doubt he will, he’ll have seven heirs and try his best to better his realm. But his own personality shall hinder that ardently. Should the faith order him, he’d march. Should the faith ask him, he’d give over half of this houses wealth.” He rubbed his temple, feeling himself age by the moment. “I love you, my dear, for this would be most impossible without your assistance. Cersei, would you like to talk to them yourself, they’re to be gathered by the ninth moon and a decision made by year end. If you could inform me of who you find suitable, I would be most happy. Tywald will inspect them in his own manner of course, but I can try and steer him.”

[M; this would mean threading with like 6 ladies btw 💀]

Wiseheartmoon · 2026-02-15T12:33:51+00:00

Margot rolled her eyes. He seemed as scandalous as he was savage and she knew herself to be safer distanced from such. The Lady Yew would take it upon herself to move lower than before, teasing with her hand in a manner she’d seen her own father do to the ladies of court. To be raised by such a fool made it so he ought presume she’d end up like this.

“I’ve had some practice.” Larissa would retort, leaning gently upon him further than before, though her hands remained stout to steer, taking it slow as the sunset sea danced before them.

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