warm winds ruffled the veiled curtains which hung around the balcony in shades of crimson. with an exhausted sigh, ursula flopped back onto her bed, head cushioned by many custom frocks which she’d recently had commissioned. the fair haired lady turned her gaze slighty to the person next to her. ❛ i just don’t know which one to wear first, ❜ she sighed, her expressioned troubled. it was though it was the most pressing thing in the world & to ursula in that moment, it was.
she hopped up from her spot and held a gown of myrish lace to her body, which was soft lilac in colour, ❛ this gown would surely suit tea in the gardens? ❜ she asked, but then quickly moved to pick up a sapphire toned gown with bold cutouts, ❛ while this one is useful for attracting a far better suitor than the one I currently have...wouldn’t you agree? ❜ she swayed with the gown & let out a laugh. ❛ do you think me silly, emery? ❜
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“And may we thank the Gods that you had inherited that, my lady, though I think even if your mother had been another, you would still be as beautiful as you are today,” Mateo stated simply, smile teasing his lips before he slowly moved his hand down the balcony until his fingers were just a few inches from hers, very nearly touching hers but not quite. “Mm, perhaps, though if you ask me, the treasures are found on land more often than not. And I can certainly think of a way or two to amuse oneself once they reach shore.” Pausing, he shifted until he was facing her fully. “Has your father made any plans to ensure your wedding to Lord Westerling? Now that you are of age, I can only imagine it will only be a matter of time before I’m given an invitation to your wedding.”
a glance was quickly stolen to observe the narrowing gap between their hands, ursula shifted in her spot, but did not shy away. ❛ high praise indeed, lord clegane. alysanne velaryon was said to rival the dragon queen in beauty. ❜ her mother was a great beauty, but she died in her prime, so her pretty features did not wrinkle & decay with time. she pressed her elbow to the wall, cupped her hand beneath her chin & let out a small chuckle. ❛ oh yes, there a far more enjoyable things to do on land. ❜ her eyes glistened with amusement, but quickly darkened at the mention of lord westerling, the thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. ❛ we were having such a nice conversation, why did you have to mention that old goat? ❜ she almost pouted, as she remembered her upcoming nuptials. ❛ if the gods are good, it shall be a long time before i am married to that oaf. ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 had a liking for reading . not only was he absent for a majority of his lessons as a child , but he has always had trouble with ink on parchment . squinting and confusion quickly demotivated him from learning further . the only stories he has interest in are the exciting ones he can overhear during late evenings in the nearby tavern . ❝ no … and i have no intention to do so , ❞ the blacksmith admits freely , eyes following the tray of pastries out of his reach . he nearly reaches out for one but somehow has the self control to stay still . ❝ mmm , i’m sure they are . you know from … personal experience , huh ?? ❞
her fingers clenched against the cloth bound spine, hoping that she might squeeze every ounce of life from the pages. could the ink just wash away, & rid of her of any discomfort which might be inflicted from an unwanted conversation with her betrothed. ❛ unfortunately, so, ❜ she pursed her lips in contemplation, & then placed the book back down with an exasperated sigh. ❛ someone close to me thought i might enjoy them... they were sorely mistaken. ❜ it took a lot of effort for her to curb the bitterness from her tone, while she analysed the strange man. ❛ would you care for a tart, your look at them in the same way that one would a lover. ❜ ursula then struggled to contain her laughter, ❛ the poet might have been more celebrated if he’d written about that! ❜
EVER RESTLESS, lyria found herself wandering to the gardens in an attempt to distract her racing mind. the halls of the keep and the streets outside it seemed never to empty, bustling with people no matter which turns she took, but there was some peace to be found in the gardens. voices did not echo there as they did inside and the cheerful colours of the flowers reminded her somewhat of home. curiosity piqued by the question, lyria scanned the pile of books that sat before the speaker. a sour expression washed across pale features as she took a closer look at the words. “i never had much patience for poetry.” lyria answered, not particularly ashamed of the fact. “call me childish if you will, but i find far more enjoyment in tales of knights and princesses.” she said with a light laugh.
fingers rested against plump, berry tinted lips, while angular features tilted upwards towards the sable haired lady, ❛ no, my lady. i would never accuse you of being childish. enjoy what you like & you shall have no judgement from me. ❜ ursula knew that there were those who would oppose of her own tastes & while the appeal of fair princesses & brave knights did not stir her interest, she understood that quite a few found such tales to be riveting. ❛ would you care for a morsel or two? ❜ there was certainly much more food laid out than she could bear to eat alone.
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tinkling laughter filled the air, melodic & soft, it was a well-suited sound to the beauty of the royal gardens. in ursula’s opinion, the roses, tulips & lilies were just about the only pretty thing about the capital everything else was so dull. her fingers reached for the tray of lemon cakes as she dismissed her handmaiden, whom she’d been jesting with. beneath the canopies which kept her shaded from the sun, she peered over the series of poetry books which she’d been gifted, a feeble attempt at sweetening her heart to her current circumstances, she was sure. aquamarine eyes looked up, and bore into a on-looker, ❛ have you read any of these? ❜ she enquired in a bored tone, her expression expectant as her fingers picked at the pale parchment ❛ if you haven’t, do not bother. they are a waste of ink. ❜
The voice that spoke was not one that he had expected, but it was certainly one that was welcomed. Gaze shifted to look at the striking blonde as she began to make her way towards the balcony, her eyes fixated on the ocean with curiosity burning in the irises. A small smile teased his lips, causing dimples to etch into his bearded jawline, and he took a couple of steps closer. “Beauty is subjective, I suppose… but I always have been one to appreciate beauty, even in uncommon places.” Once he was close enough, he let his head tilt downwards in a small nod. “I’m glad to see that the voyage to King’s Landing isn’t one that bothered you, my lady, nor does it seem to have had any untoward effect on your beauty.”
never once had she grown shy beneath the weight of a compliment, she collected them like small shells on a sandy beach, ❛ no, lord clegane, i am quite well, ❜ she commented softly, bemused. ❛ my mother was a velaryon, so the water is in my blood, as is her beauty. ❜ ursula dropped the final remnants of the flower she’d been peeling apart, & instead curled her fingers around the balcony barrier. her eyes matched the waters deep depths as she looked out, ❛ what do you suppose people do to amuse themselves here? search for lost treasures in the depths of the bay? ❜
❛ it will be a pleasure to marry you, lady ursula. you’re everything that i’ve dreamed of having in a wife. ❜ the words felt coarse against her skin, grating against the very last nerve in her body. her brows darted up, fielding amusement, which she tucked in the corners of her plump lips.
she took his hand in her own, & patted bristly knuckles in a patronising manner, ❛ how charming. but alas, i did not dream of you. ❜ she retorted, ignoring the aggrieved look from her father. ❛ have a nice day, lord westerling. ❜
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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 , as if effort & deliberation were not necessary for any swing of the sword ; almost like the weapon was an extension of his very own complexion . after an intense day , filled with interactions with annoying ladies & lords that brought rickard to the edge of his flammable personality , everything he needed was to blow off some steam ― and there was not better way to do so than to train for a bit , allowing his mind to be nearly empty , following its own tempestuous nature . it wasn’t long , however , until everything almost reached a disastrous end ― as his attention was taken by what he was doing , rickard was prone to react purely instinctively and , when he noticed a person approaching from behind , his actions guided him along a defensive path , linked to the trainings he was engaging in . before the man could even think about what he was doing , his movements led him to only stop when his sword was almost reaching the neck of whoever dared to approach ― the sharp blade almost touching the other’s skin as dark hues widened , as he realized what was happening . “ fuck. ” was virtually the only thing the baratheon could say as he promptly took the sword away from the other person’s personal space , mildly worried about them and what had happened . “ that… was my mistake. are you hurt? ”
the last vestiges of sunlight lit up the training yard, which held one lone figure thwacking the air. ursula stood watching in the shadows, her brows mounted in a pensive expression, while the fingers held to her lips almost made her appear ponderous. her sparkling aquamarine eyes narrowed, & she took a step forward. for a moment she contemplated announcing her presence which in hindsight would have been the most appropriate action to take. one moment she was walking over to the stormlander, & the next a sword was being held to her throat. ❛ by the seven, rickard ! ❜ she exclaimed, and caught her hand against her chest. ❛ i did not know that you held such a desire to part my head from my shoulders. ❜ the lady huffed, while the soft pads of her fingers searched her skin for any trace of blood, but found herself to be unmarked. ursula rolled her eyes at the baratheon lord, ❛ no you buffoon, i’m not hurt. but our friendship may be, if you try to sever my neck again. ❜
Ah, King’s Landing… It was always as beautiful as he remembered. After arriving into the kingdom with his yellow banners and dog head helms, and after settling into his quarters in Maegor’s Holdfast, he decided it was time to see the beauty of the kingdom as he could. Going to one of the many balconies that overlooked Blackwater Bay, he leaned against the railing as he watched the ships in the distance, could feel the sea-breeze brow through his hair, and he couldn’t help but smile lightly when he heard footsteps against the stone walkway behind him. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
petals were tugged between thumb & forefinger, then discarded to the dirt path as the pale-haired lady walked aimlessly. ursula had no intention of leaving the comfort of her chambers, but the presence of her half sister had inspired such an anger, that she’d needed to flee from the constraints of four solid walls. ursula’s head tilted up to look at the appropriately named golden hound. she could so very easily have remarked that king’s landing was not all that beautiful at all, ❛ i suppose it is. there is a charm to the water, i’ve always wondered what secrets it keeps. ❜ she had heard of the battle which took place in the bay, & how an army was consumed by bright green flame.
THE CROWNLANDS WERE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM THE REACH. both of the kingdoms had a comfortable amount of sunlight, a light breeze that disheveled livya’s golden CURLS in a soft moviment & both of them had a lot of common folk. however, livya found king’s landing a UNPLEASANT view. her artistic side spoke louder & she found the city to be dirty & dark. being locked at her chambers in queen daenerys’ castle wasn’t in her plans, however her father did not want any of his daughters wandering around the city. livya wanted to see the true BEAUTY of king’s landing & she knew it would be hide in te depths of the city. contenting herself to wander in the halls of aegon’s fort, her blue eyes scanned the wall in front of her, outisde the castle, delicate fingers feeling the wall material. “ it is such a waste of a beautiful color to be in such UNSIGHTLY walls. ” she spoke to no one, a soft tone accompanying a disappointed frown.
the warm wind ruffled silken sleeves, which rippled in the air like waves in the ocean, a veil of blue akin to the sapphire waters of tarth. of all the wonderous places which she could’ve visited, ursula thought that the crownlands were a poor example of renowned beauty. hadn’t they meant to be awe-inspiring, designed by dragon riders to bring the world to halt she felt no such thing when she looked upon the structure. ursula observed the tyrell girl with muted interest. ❛ it has all the trappings of a cage, ❜ she responded, hands folded over her lap. ❛ do you favour the outdoors? ❜ ursula certainly did not, she liked the comfort of a long lounge chair, of citrus tarts in hand and sweet wine to the side. she did very little, unless it served her, and exploring the mucky streets was not in her interest.
“There is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She looks like Artemis after a night of storm hunting. She looks like the sun as it rises after kissing the dawn.”
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( EMILIA CLARKE, TWENTY-SIX, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. ) could that really be ( URSULA LEFFORD ), the ( LADY ) of ( HOUSE LEFFORD ) entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the fact that they’re ( VIVACIOUS ) and ( TACTILE ), but beware, they’ve also been known to be ( JUDGEMENTAL ) and ( DECEPTIVE ). they hail from ( THE WESTERLANDS ), and it’s said that they are loyal to ( HOUSE CLEGANE ). only time will tell if that will last. ( OLIVIA, SHE/HER, 23, GMT ).
born second, but most loved by her father, the young girl with moonlight in her hair, stood upon the rocks of golden tooth, and looked down at all those who resided in the foothills below. she always had a taste for fine things, but her indulgent taste was matched by her passionate outlook. it was not an understatement to say that she lit up any room. ursula was so very different to her parents, her mother was a pious and practical woman, while her father was shrewd and level headed, but she could not claim any of those traits. it was as if the gods her mother prayed to, decided to test alysanne lefford’s patience.
despite the opinions of others, ursula was not cold or careless. her judgmental features could often be misunderstood, and while she certainly held up her nose at others, her heart was always flooded with intense feeling - be it rage, happiness, love, longing ... she felt it all.
no matter how much her mother chastised her or urged her septa to reign in the frivolous and flighty nature which she had, ursula remained unchained. she was so much like her aunt elaine and she rejoiced every time that the fairhaired woman visited golden tooth. it was elaine that she practiced dancing, and whispered gossip over trays of lemon cakes and candied plums.
when she was ten years old, her mother died. they had not been terribly close, but she still felt pity and loss. it was then that she clung to her aunt more, and they watched as a viper entered the golden tooth and ensnared her father. her stepmother was like all the tales a jealous and vapid woman. ursula loathed her greatly. as she grew older she smirked at her stepmother and proclaimed that jealousy would not make the woman any prettier.
at the age of fourteen a betrothal was announced. when she came of age, she was to marry lancel westerling who was twenty years her senior, and was not worthy of her love. she hated how twisted her father’s mind had become from the viper’s influence, who wanted her to have a miserable life. knowing that her father would not see reason, ursula vowed to take matters into her own hands and undermine her father’s plans to seal her future.
mini headcanons
- soft af when it comes to children
- can play the high harp
- spends a lot of her ‘free time’ horse riding
- likes to spend plenty of time in the gardens with other ladies
- can be a proper angry bean at times. everything is always big emotion.
- dirt is a big no and she judges poor manners. will 100% glare at anyone who eats loudly or belches.
wcs
- the best friend that’s just as frivolous as she is
- potential lovers
- potential betrothed
- antagonistic connections
