Lady Melinsa Celtigar of Claw Isle.
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Lady Melinsa Celtigar of Claw Isle.
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“The children have asked for you, dear sister,” The lady of Claw Isle’s greeting is almost singsung, mellifluous and flutelike, as she twines her fingers through those of her sister’s and feels at once whole again.
But this tenderness is fleeting as instinct takes over and she cannot swallow what immediately climbs to mind. “Have you spoken to Lord Arryn? I imagine Runestone might offer a great sense of comfort in a time so…” She trails, grasping awkwardly for a gentler word than what leaps to tongue. Frightening. Frightening to lose to many and stand to lose ever more. Frightening to find only shifting sand ‘neath their feet. Melinsa’s chest oppressed her heart at the thought of their onset of awful luck but settles for simpler terms. “Uncertain.”
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where: in front of the Sept when: during the day of the vigil with: open!
The vigil did not offer the princess the reprieve she had hoped for. The Sept, almost as crowded as the Dun Fort on the day of the coronation, had her nearly out of breath, inhaling the fumes of the incense and shrinking away from the tiny, little flames of all the candles lit along the altars. And the weeping, seven help her. The echoes of the cries along the walls of the Sept still ring in her ears minutes later, as she stands just outside the building, a guard by her side in the streets of Duskendale.
"I understand it is customary," She tells the man, "But lighting candles and incense, fire and smoke, for those burnt alive is truly in poor fashion." She notices eyes upon her countenance, and turns her head to look at the interloper, one eyebrow cocked, "Would you not agree, dear?" Her voice drips honey, though mustering it has become a bit of a hardship. Even if Jacaera does not make a spectacle of herself crying at altars, a feeling, cold and slimy, grips at her heart all the same.
Tear-stained and radiant, Jacaera's name is rendered the soft press of lips to cheek. Like a grin reveals teeth, she slips herself between the man and the Princess in a fluid step, at once savior and captor. Weaving arm and arm, Melinsa gently plies her from present company and pulls her ever closer. And, most importantly, away.
"—You are well?" At once her fingers itch to more thoroughly look her over, to find assurance in her own hands that she was in fact unharmed, but she stifles them. Settling for proximity. "As well as one could be, given circumstance," Melinsa amends, surrendering some of that hardwon brightness to the mirrored hole in her chest. Duskendale, for all that might've preferred the isle, had been a welcome reprieve from memory—empty of any corner she might've expected memory to fill.
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NAME. lady melinsa celtigar. maiden name royce ↪ affectionately shortened to lissa by close family in reference to her struggles saying her own name as a small child. EPITHET(S). the gem of the vale TITLE(S). lady of claw isle AGE. two and thirty. PLACE OF BIRTH. runestone, the vale ALLEGIANCE(S). house celtigar, house royce
DEMEANOR.
born in the hour of the wolf, melinsa is princess aelora's second-born daughter and shouldered with the duty of marrying well. while her temper has no shorter a fuse, melinsa has dedicated a fair more effort into restraint to offset her elder sister's demeanor and more effectively play the "game of thrones".
ALIGNMENT. chaotic good MBTI. ESFJ—the consul ENNEAGRAM. 2w3—the host
CONNECTIONS.
PARENTAGE. lord UTP royce and princess aelora royce née targaryen SPOUSE. lord UTP celtigar SIBLING(S). lady ryella royce and lady saera royce ISSUE. elys celtigar (aged 12), wylla celtigar (aged 10), and ardraea celtigar (aged 8) OTHER. king viserys iii (cousin), prince aemon targaryen (cousin), aerea martell (cousin), jacaera targaryen (cousin), aelina velaryon (sister in-law) WANTED. friendships of varying genuity, political alliances and rivals, old/ex flames prior to her marriage
VISAGE.
melinsa's appearance largely favors her royce heritage, with thick hair the color of molasses that softly curls and the strong, sharp, features of the bronze kings and queens before her, but she inherited her targaryen mother's eyes—a point of great personal pride. tall but not quite willowy with subtle curves and a shorter waist and sharper bone structure. she gives the immediate impression of someone just as comfortable wielding a sword as donning a dress, though she has no true aptitude for the former.
HEIGHT. 5'8" BUILD. dramatic classic DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. melinsa prefers to style her hair in a fashion more reminiscent of the valyrian houses, adorning it in pearls and gems, than the fashion of the vale. she has similarly adopted the fashion of the crownlands, carefully adapting the more delicate garments to prevail in the seaside climate of claw isle. IMAGERY. apple blossoms out of season, berries eaten from the branch, gritted teeth and little crescents bitten into the palms of her hand
carefully positioning herself as the sweeter of the royce's irish twins, where ryella was tempestuous, melinsa's amiability made her spirited. together, with aelina celigar, they're inseparable trio was the great delight of the crownlands. and in aelina, melinsa found something deeper than a friend [and many firsts], but nothing either could meaningfully act upon.
as a teenager, she was sent to king's landing to act in equal parts lady-in-waiting and minder to the young princess jacaera targaryen, in hopes that same sweetness and obedience might rub off on the younger girl. but, reminded of her own little sister, theirs was a far more doting than disciplined bond.
she remained there in king's landing until her betrothal to the lord celtigar—hoping to salvage the union her sister had destroyed.
as goodsisters, aelina and melinsa remained as close as ever, if not tinged with something nameless and pointedly ignored. they raised their children, mourned, and planned ahead for the new era the fires brought as they always had: together.