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after nearly five years as ruling lady of the westerlands, the responsibilities of governance and the cumbersome weight of wifedom had been a welcomed distraction from the sudden change in her life but there was no such thing to occupy her thoughts in the capital and there was only so much of her husband that she could tolerate in a day, so when a call went out for a hunting party to form to chase down pheasants in the kingswoods, gwynesse had been quick to change into her riding gear, waiting by her horse as the falconers struggled to get their birds under control. the sound of passing footsteps diverted her attention to where the ruling lady arryn was and gwynesse raised a hand in greeting, tugging on the reins of her beast so that both horse and harlaw could trot the short distance to where the arryn stood. ❝ if you are joining the hunt, my liege, perhaps you might share your expertise with the birds if you have any wisdom to impart ─ considering they are on your house heraldry. ❞
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ... jayna arryn [ @coldheartcd ] .
an unofficial hunt had been staged some days after the wedding, a few lords and ladies of the vale had staged the private event for an invited few, the sound of raptors and horses filled the air as servants tarried away at readying their respective nobles. on her own arm, wrapped in a thick leather glove, was a mighty gyrfalcon, the very creature that did indeed dress the banners of house arryn, her ungloved digits offering the raptor a soft caress across sharpened talons. a squire dressed in the blues and silvers of arryn stood at the ready with reins in hand as the lady of house lannister made her graceful approach.
"good morning my lady," came her response, nodding her head in acknowledgement as the falcon on her wrist flapped it's wings at the sudden approach of woman and horse, before jayna turned her argent gaze to the scythe turned lioness. "it is simple really, they are not unlike dragons in their temperament my father always said- they are not a pet, or a beast to be tamed, but rather a partner one should treat with respect. come, stretch out your hand? She will not harm you." the lady arryn offered a small smile, turning her arm so that the falcon faced gwynesse lannister with piercing eyes, but a near- docile expression.
[...] antony wasn't fashioned in the vale's image to hold the name arryn as gracefully as Jayna, this much he instinctually knew well enough to have stepped aside and fall in place beside her with her fingers on rough palms. Yet, adoration rendered him single - minded when it was clear that the bear - son made his allegiance clear for all when raising her hand in his own, planting a warm chaste kiss atop the back of her palm. Propiety damned, he cast his glance about the red keep and only offered the briefest of smiles in return when moon - kissed eyes met his own.
" What do you mean? This is the best part. "
A tired sigh escapes the bear - son's smile, the weight of politics surrounding them did little to aggrieve his currently good mood. Yet, duty called, hadn't it? " It was a quick matter and a bad hand was dealt, though a few would say otherwise, depending on where bets were hedged. " Brow raised, and in a swift motion, he canted his head. " Not the right place or mood where I'd have asked your hand for a dance, my lady. "
there was little to lift her spirits at the moment, to speak her mind currently would be to speak treason within the walls of the red keep- and the man beside her seemed determined to keep her mind off such things and lift her low spirits. it made him near impossible to hate really; he took all her moods, coldness even, in easy strides. they largely ignored the obvious between them, he gave her space when needed, and other times played the perfect husband, as if she were not still in mourning for a long gone lover. at times she had to admit, she felt guilty for her treatment of the bear-man turned falcon. lips pressing against her cool skin before she gingerly laced her arm in his, averting her gaze as if shy.
"I already can feel the lords and ladies of the vale stirring with discontent at these events, I worry for the future." That was all she would say on the matter- for now at least. the walls of this place had a way of feeling horribly suffocating.
they walked together, arm in arm, despite the chill of awkwardness that often pricked at her heart, her visage remained neutral as she tried to change the subject with a clearing of her dazzled throat. "come, let us drink and forget for the moment this situation we have been thrust into, yes?" when was the last time she had drank? not in some time, but after such events she felt it was time to start drowning in cups once more as she tugged gently on his figure towards a servant carrying a tray of wine.
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"Ah, lady fowler," the morning sun was not yet uncomfortably hot as it began it's ascent into the sky, shining its brilliance over those that had attended the masquerade and nuptials the night previous. the mistress of whispers, like most from dorne, was a viperous (or should she say hawkish?) woman that the lady falcon did not trust nor have much affection for. even so, she smiled politely and dipped her head ever so in the proper way of greeting another of a noble blood, let alone one that sat on the council. but jayna had to wonder- could silver falcons and blue hawks ever get along? she supposed they would both soon find out; "how fairs your little birds? I'm sure they are abuzz with delicious chatter after last night's events- tell me, has anything caught your ear yet?" the last time she had run into priya fowler was at her own wedding in the eyrie nearly six months prior, and yet she felt they were laying eyes upon one another much too soon already. a tart dripping in fruit and honey had found it's way to her petal-like lips, a bite sweetly taken, as sweet and saccahrine as her own tone of voice.

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" all this endless wedding mishap chatter is making me nauseous , " the tyrell rose mumbled to herself , mahogany hues glued to her embroidery . she had secluded herself in a pavilion in the gardens overlooking the water , hoping for some privacy . it was of no help that she , to o, was soon to wed another targaryen prince , the recent events leaving a bitter taste in her mouth . what happened princess adhika , a friend she had grown close to , added to her distaste and unease. " the only thing i shall say is that the princess did not deserve the embarrassment . "
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @romanceur , @steelfyre , @heavnle + [ accepting 0 / 3 replies ]
"nauseous is an understatement, lady tyrell, though I must admit...I was never supportive of a wedding between us and essos, but the princess adhika did not deserve such a slight." her response was tinged with a coolness only those of the eyrie had perfected, the wedding was perhaps, one of the greatest insults to the gods, old and new, and to the people of the seven kingdoms that jayna arryn had ever witnessed in her life. the crystalline goblet filled with a lighter, dry white wine in hand, her skirts gathered in the other, she moved to sit near the pretty, young rose of highgarden. the matter of politics and the possible consuquences of such a wedding died on her tongue, replaced by a level smile and a curious, silver-hued gaze. "I hope you don't mind if I hideaway here with you?" she offered the shining glass of wine to the tyrell maiden beside her as a quiet, friendly offering, drawing her eyes from the woman and out to the shimmering waters that expanded before them.
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[...] He's overly conscious of her, watching from the corner of his eye as he does his best to provide space for her comfort; detaching himself from want, need, and pride. All matters of the court seemed small in her presence, with each fault of his pushed aside and only the admiring gaze of the bear son remained. Throat cleared to break the silence between them, peering finally to Jayna with brown-hued stare, an attempt at a courtier-practised smile; he offers his hand, " My lady Arryn. " Pride laced in the distinction to call her mine, one tenderly said; small victories taken where he can afford it.
the air was surprisingly cool as it brushed against soft flesh, grabbing at the sky-blue silks that adorned the lithe frame of the falcon queen. the moon, all too familiar to those of the eyrie, was as heavy and full as a ripened fruit, just waiting to be plucked from it's midnight tree. the events of the last few days- or had it already been weeks? were heavy on her mind, down here, the arryns could not feign indifference and aloofness- it was a not so pleasant reminder of why her ancestors preferred to look down upon the vastness of the world from their beloved ivory mountain tops, and how much she wished now that they had avoided this whole affair of targaryens and foreigners alltogether...
the soft timbre of antony's voice was the perfect weapon needed to pierce and shatter the spell of her tthoughts, "I haven't missed all the dancing and feasting hiding away out here have I?" came her near-sheepish response, turning towards his outstretched hand in a single, graceful motion, impressing her own digits into his gingerly, moon-kissed eyes searching his for the briefest of moments.
House Arryn
"As High As Honor"
Sigil: Falcon and Moon
Colors: White and Blue
Seat: Eyrie
The Falcons of the East
A true Arryn embodies honor, arrogance, class, isolation, pride, close-mindedness, fairness, and nobility.
House Arryn values being above it all, integrity, and honor.
☽☾ ⸻ JAYNA ARRYN ⸻ ☽☾
“death before dishonor..."