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OOC | Joff & Petyr
Lizzy, do you think these two might be friends???? Like, Petyr is a much better/nicer person than Joff, but I s2g Joff’s heart is in the right place and, regardless, he would totally admire Petyr!!!!! And want good things for him!!!!! So he’s probs like ‘no offense but cut that [britta] loose’ hahaha
I can definitely see them as friends!!!! Honestly, Petyr likes to see the good in people and it’s a rare person who he really dislikes (s/o to his potential future mom-in-law margery who is ~the worst~~~).
Depending on how close they are, do you think Petyr may know his true reasons for leaving the South??? Or do you think he hasn’t told anyone???? I feel like Petyr would both be supportive (find your niece!!!) but also nervous (so dangerous!!!) and also confused (why must this be secret!! she’s def in no danger from her royal cousin our lord and savior rowena godiva ;DD) but he’d also take the secret to the grave so there’s that
OOC | Cris & Petyr
I don’t think we’ve talked about these two!!! Which is a travesty bc good lords in the south are super rare laksdjflksjd Anyway!! I feel like Cris is honestly super relieved that Petyr ~exists frankly since he’s yknow actually competent akldsjflksjdfkj and actually yknow does the right thing and such!!!!! Which means he’s someone that Cris doesn’t really have to worry about which is…not how things usually go for him tbh!!!!!! That being said, Cris is…Cris lkasdjflkjs so he can be a lil much but I s2g he means well he literally just wants good things for the south that’s it <3
Anyway, I feel like it’s v possible that they served together and met that way, if not before????? Either way, I see Cris as having a lot of respect for Petyr!!!
Wow I don’t think we ever did!!! (Either in the original RP or in the reboot haha -- although you trIED by writing the above comment) ANYWAY this is what happens when you have 203984039284 characters
Anyway, I love the idea of these guys being friends?!?!??!? And perhaps fighting together in the war omg perhaps one of them save the other’s live at one point???? Maybe they are like best friends now????? (and if THAT is the case -- perhaps he does know the Moysaunts regardless????)
oKAY so I feel like these two would balance each other out so well!!!! Like Cris is ... Cris lmao and then there’s Petyr who is always very optimistic and friendly and energetic and always tries to see the best in people and alskdjflaskdjf
Also, I was trying to figure out what Petyr thought about Rowena/how he’d feel about the resistance and I was reading old comments and it turns out that he dOES know that the South really needs help and the current leadership is a disaster but he is also good friends with Lysander and trusts a lot of his opinions b/c he’s so traveled and worldly (lmao) and so he does, for the most part, have faith in the Queen, herself. And he gets taht things aren’t’ perfect in Aragoth and that a lot needs to change, but he also thinks that she has everyone’s best interests at heart and is trying her best, basically. And so Petyr really thinks that change can come w/o violence and, instead, with communication and determination!!!!!!! (all of which I’m sure he’s very vocal about so it’s probably why he didn’t get his “come join the resistance invitation!!” from the Barrets haha).
Anyway, thoughts about all of this?
Of Dragon Riders Heraldry Series: House Alainon
words: loyalty & honor sigil: knight colors: blue/azure & green/vert
OOC | Evie & Petyr
How have we not talked about these two, before?????? Literally two of the like, five nicest ppl in Aragoth <3 THEY ALL DESERVE BETTER hahahah
ANYWAY, I Evie hasn’t been out of the East much (if at all), so unless he’s been there, I doubt they’ve met, but I feel like - with her sister going South (and ofc if the betrothal to Romayne goes through…her track record isn’t so sterling w that atm *sideeyes alex* ;D) - she’d at least pay a visit or two, certainly!!!! Also, when her sister went missing/before they knew exactly what was happening, Evie may have written various letters to lords etc in the south trying to locate her, etc????????? ANYWAY! These two should be friends <3
OMG THEY ABSOLUTELY DO DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER!!!!! <33333 (and I feel like things are just gonna get way worse for both of them :( )
But yeah!!!!!!!! omg I feel like these two would get along so!!!! well!!!!!! And they would absolutely become friends!!!!!! I don’t feel like Petyr has gone to the East before??? But I feel like Evie should certainly go down South to visit Celia and when that happens you know that Petyr and Evie become friends!!!! He’d love her company so!!!!! much!!!!!!!!!! <33333

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PETYR ALAINON / julian morris
♦ Age: (27) ♦ Relationships: Vincent Alainon (brother), Dmitrei Massard (cousin), Brigitte Mortain (fianceé) ♦ Description: When Alymar Meriet (known now as dmitrei massard)’s father lost his castle and lands for being a traitor, it was bestowed upon the Alainons. Petyr never knew any of his family. His mother died in childbirth and his father, in a grief driven rage, meant to kill him when his older brother killed his father instead. That isn’t the story that Petyr knows, however. He has been told that his older brother killed his father for no known reason and he hasn’t been seen since. For the past few years, Petyr has been off fighting in the southern isles, but upon his return, he’s become engaged to Brigitte Mortain. They were childhood friends and he hopes that they will, one day, be happy together, but Britta doesn’t have any intention of marrying him … TAKEN BY LIZZY.
petyr alainon + britta mortain “I think we should just be friends.”
Petyr nodded.
He knew that Britta didn’t love him. He’d once thought that, after they were married, that she may grow to love him in time. Regardless, he was sure that they could find some kind of happiness together. He had thought that she may have thought the same.
He thought that she might like to marry him, too.
Of course, he knew Britta Mortain well enough to well that she’d rather not marry anyone at all, but she must marry. So why not him?
He didn’t ask her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. “If you are certain, I will break our engagement. I — “ The words went unsaid. He realized only then, as she was lost to him, how much he had always cared for her. “You deserve to happy, Britta,” He said, softly. “I hope you will be.”
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Goodbrothers | Petyr & Loys
Many things had altered since he had left home for the war, but Loys Mortain was not one of them.
Petyr saw immediately that while he had aged, some, he still had not grown into himself. It was painfully obvious that he lacked confidence in himself and that he wished this evening to be over and done with so that he could, no doubt, return to his keys.
Petyr would have thought that he would have outgrown his former interest, or at least it would be less of an obsession and more of a hobby. But judging from the jokes that were still being made at his expense and the lack of sunlight he had seen as his pale skin revealed, this was not the case.
“Lord Mortain,” He greeted, bowing before him. “I thank you for this celebratory feast and look forward to the day when our houses will be united.”
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And My Love is Your's, but Your Love's Not Mine | Petyr & Britta
A shadow fell over Britta’s face as he spoke of the plight of the slaves. She could see written in his face how the memories troubled him and she glanced towards the ground. “I am glad, indeed, that that evil practice is at an end - especially as so many of our own people were forced into such a horrifying fate.” There had been little - short of this invasion - that could be done about it, however, and she was glad that, at last, the deed was done. “It was a brave thing you did,” she said, honestly. “And a noble one.” She rolled her eyes, smiling softly. Even without their proper lord - a Mortain lord - to lead them, men like Petyr had boldly taken up their arms and rushed into a conflict with a warrior people to defend their home. Britta only wished she could have done something to help, herself. Still, she admired those who had done what they could and Petyr certainly could not be excepted from that rank. “Though, I’m sure my dear brother - or my mother, in his name, at any rate - already gave you all the thanks of House Mortain.” No doubt, she herself was considered a measure of that gratitude.
As he spoke of Harrion, she regarded him gravely. “I know,” she said, quietly as he broke off. In truth, she’d always known what his fate must have been, but it had not prevented her from holding out some small shred of hope. “I can’t say I’m surprised, really,” she began. “Harry would never have accepted slavery. Even if they did manage to overcome him, they’d have to kill him, for he would never have submitted.” Our swords are sharp, thought Britta, exhaling softly. He had been a Mortain, just as she was, and he had not been forged with a knee that easily bent. “And he did dearly love to fight…” She liked to think she, herself, would fight to the death rather than submit, as well, but it was the kind of thing no one really could know until the moment arrived and, in truth, she hoped it never came. (It seemed an unlikely circumstance, now, in any case.)
Britta’s brown eyes found his urgently when he said he would not serve as her mother’s lackey and, softly, she smiled at him. She was glad of that, at least. “Good,” Britta tilted her head. “My mother has lackeys, enough. She has no need of your lands, as well.” Britta felt a jolt of surprise as he avowed this to be one of her mother’s better ideas and for a moment that surprise showed before she remembered herself and hastily covered it with a coquettish smile. “Why, my Lord Alainon, are you flirting with me?” she teased. Her brown eyes glittered but some uncertainty lurked there, too. Yet, she jocular tone died on her lips as he continued.
Britta looked intently at him. He had honest eyes - always had - and he’d always had what Britta thought was a puzzlingly sharp understanding of people. For herself, she had always struggled to see outside herself and comprehend what others might be experiencing, but Petyr had been quick to compassion and that made him someone very easy to cotton to - even for someone as self-involved as Britta. Sometimes, she had often thought, he seemed to have known her better than she had known herself. “Friends, yes. I quite fancied you when we were children, you know,” she stated, bemused. The irony did not escape her that as they’d grown, their paths had diverged had those feelings had faded…Not to mention she wasn’t altogether he’d like the person she was, today, anyway. Now, in truth, Britta seemed to lend her attentions to heart breakers and the sort of men who wouldn’t take romance seriously. That was a far safer route: meaningless flirtations.
Her brows knit. It was the cynic in her, but she wondered what kind of parents they’d make - neither of them knew much of how a family ought to act. Both of them had been cheated out of their fathers - Petyr before he had even the benefit of the man’s memory - and the one parent they did have between them (Margery), Britta regarded as a rather negative example. Their brothers were even worse (both making sad ironies of their respective family mottoes). Besides, Britta couldn’t imagine a world where she was ready to be a mother. Even her desire for adventure aside, Britta wasn’t so blind to her own failings as to imagine she’d excel at such an office and, when she did have children, she wanted them to have the best of everything - including the best of her.
"Good thing, too," she added, arching a brow, when he said he didn’t want a perfect life. "I don’t think those exist anywhere in Aragoth, and you’re certainly not in for one if you mean to keep me in your life, at all." Britta grinned, shrugging softly. She knew that much was true, at least. Her mother never hesitated to remind her and, regardless, she was never going to be the perfect lady or the perfect wife and she took a certain odd pride in the fact.
"I want…" Britta’s chocolate orbs fell away from his face. No one ever asked her what she wanted. Her mother didn’t wish to know, her brother was too busy counting keys, and no one else seemed to care (including Rob, who claimed to be in love with her). She felt foolish. He’d said the right things, and reasonable things, the things a girl like Britta was supposed to want, but all Britta could think was how she wanted to run along the shore and scream to the top of her lungs, if she felt like it; to climb the highest mountains the North sported; see the great wide forests of the East and the vast plains of the West. She wanted to sail the open seas and discover lands no one had ever before seen…and most of all she wanted to soar, high above all her cares, looking down on the small world below her, just as Ameria Moysaunt had once done. But there were no more dragons and she would never be a Rider. She would have no grand adventures, would never lead armies or see the world. She would die as she had lived: here and without ever leaving a mark on anything for anyone to remember her by.
But in truth, the realities of such adventures weren’t what she wanted, either, and beyond these fancies, she’d never dared to ponder what she might desire. It was a sad truth that, when it came right down to it, Britta didn’t truly know what she wanted out of her own life and, deep down, that void scared of her. When she looked into her heart all she saw were conflicting impulses and raw, senseless emotion. What did it matter what she wanted, anyway? It was never going to happen. She needed to content herself with the moment and not think outside it. That was all she had.
"I want to climb this hill," she said, abruptly, turning to look at him. Somehow, she’d never made it to the top, where the water found its source and went plummeting from far above the little cave they currently inhabited. Her smile was a half-hearted curl of the lips. "I’m going to climb this hill,” she added, with greater certainty, turning and ducking under the curtain of water and back out to where that might be possible. “Are you coming?”
"I hope this marks the end of it, for all time." He said. The Southern Islanders had indulged in that horrible, ancient practice of owning human beings for too long and, as far as Peytr knew, they were the last in the world who did. He prayed that the race of men would not slip and return to those old ways.
He brushed off her compliment, "I only did what any man would do. What your brothers and cousins did." It was his duty to go, yes, but he had a moral obligation as well. How could anyone sit idle with such horrible things happening so close to home? He had only wished he had gone to help sooner.
He had many regrets about the time he was there: of all the lives he didn't save. Of all the people he couldn't help. He had been fighting that war for close to ten years by the time it was over and he had watched too many people die: on both sides. They had a victory and he thanked the gods everyday for it, but for too many, it had come too late.
He wished he had the right words to say. He could see it clearly: that this had been her last hope for the whereabouts of her missing cousin. She knew now, that he must surely be dead. In the end, he said nothing. As someone who had lost his family, too, he knew that words of comfort (despite the good intentions behind them) solved little.
He grinned back at her when she accused him of flirting with her, "Yes, I suppose I am." Petyr had never been much of a flirt: at least not intentionally. He had spent most of his young life fighting in the Southern Isles and that had left little time for mingling with young ladies. Still, he never would have wanted to give anyone the wrong idea about his intentions.
He beamed, "Did you? I never would have suspected," He confessed. He had always had mixed feelings about her. Oh, she had always been his friend and nothing she could do would ever change that. But her behavior had always left him intrigued, but shocked. She and Ana Moysaunt were not like other girls. But there was something especially wild about Britta as a girl. Perhaps it was because her mother kept trying to hold a firm grip on her daughter, which only caused Britta to resist it all the more.
He didn't dare ask her whether those feelings remained. Besides, he was sure he already knew the answer to that. That had been such a long time ago and so much had changed for both of them.
Petyr had always been an optimistic, but even he could see that happy marriages were rare things in Aragoth. "If they are, then end quickly," He said with a hint of a smile, despite being quite serious. He could not swear to it, of course, but he had heard stories of how much his parents loved each other. But they had only had a few years together before ....
... he turned his mind away from those thoughts and back to Britta, who was proposing to climb the hill. "You are easy to please," He said, teasingly, although he knew that her real answer to that question was most likely, much more complicated than that. He knew that their marriage would have need for compromises and many of them. But he was willing to make them, if she was.
OOC | Loys & Petyr
I think if Pete is nice to him, Loys probs really looks up to him. I mean, he really looks up to Rob, and I feel like Rob ISN’T nice to him but Rob at least pays attention to him sometimes and that’s really all it takes????? Plus, I mean, Pete’s a pr awesome dude so there’s that ;DDDD And if Pete is like respecting him and reminding him that he’d the Warden he’d be at once petrified of what that means bc decisions are icky, but also excited bc ~respect!!!!!! And he probs has moments where he’s like “That’s right, I AM the Warden of the South!” And I just #facepalm bc he legit needs reminding of this.
Loys was probs really depressed when Pete left to go protect him tbh and probs tried to talk him out of going and then, when that didn’t work, tried to find some legal reason to retain him but I mean it’s Loys so obv he failed but tbh he would def try to keep a friend with him by force and not see the problem with that?????? Even if they don’t really know each other THAT well in the scheme of things bc I feel like Loys doesn’t really have a sense of these things tbh Even though Loys is actually ten years older than Pete, Pete is DEF the mature one in this relationship
OMG Loys is probs really excited that they’re gonna be actual bros but also like conflicted bc I feel like he’s way influenced by Rob and so he’s like, “Why do I have to choose between Rob and Pete? I wanna be bros with them both!!!!!!” And Britta’s rolling her eyes in the bg tbh PETE BEING THE GARETH TO LOYS’ RICHARD IS EVERYTHING I BREATHE FOR HAHAHAHA No, but Loys like has no clue what he’s talking about. Lbr, tho, it’s totes like that bc when he actually takes Pete’s advise, it’s probs the ONLY time in his life that anyone has even the faintest ounce of respect for him GETTING HIM OUTSIDE tbh he’s shying away from the light and shrieking about the Great Baker that is the sun ;DDDD
This got long???????
omg poor loys tho!! But yeah, Pete def pays attention to him, but not near as much as Rob who loves hanging around Loys b/c Loys buys his ~I AM THE GOLDEN GOD speeches and yeah, that's all it takes for Rob so .... I think Pete is more like to be like "yo, what's up. you should get some sun. okay nice chat" whereas Rob basically hangs out with Rob like the entire time (except when he's trying to get with Britta).
HAHAHAHAH get a legal reason why Pete couldn't leave I'M CrYING. Pete probs had to explain to him that it's best if he leaves, but promising to come back and idk being like ~this is so weird, I'm like sixteen but I feel like this dude , who is almost thirty, is my kid?? (also he'd be like wtf b/c they probs didn't know each other that well. like I said hi to him once, I think ???? jk jk ;D)
LOYS BEING CONFLICTED ABOUT HIS ~BROS, omg. iCRY b/c Pete's probs the only person who has ever given Loys advice and their only motive has been to genuinely help Loys and not gain something from it??? And Pete probs doesn't realize that at all.
ooc | Petyr & Ivette
LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT. And I also love that that gives Petyr a sense of the justice of what they’re doing while also feeding into the Good Queen Rowena myth and I laugh bc my inner Lysander is like really happy and 698009624987587425% agrees ;DDDD But I think she def feels like she owes him and Aragoth big bc they stood up to help her when no one else would and like he lived under freaking floorboards for like idk however long to give her a fighting chance and basically #GOPETYRALAINON (Vince is also jumping on that tag tbh)
But yeah, I feel like both Petyr and Ivette are kinda busy getting their lives in order, post-war, and yeah they don’t exactly run in the same circles hahahaha (I cry bc somehow Rob and Ned are probs their only connection to one another rn and I just ??????) HAHAHAHA also Ivette’d be like, “How do you NOT see that your ruler is screwing you over, after you stood up to fight off mine??????” basically so yeah
No, but she’d def speak up for him 50000% and be like, “We def need this dude on our team, s/o to my former kinda-roomie” basically HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CRY BC VINCE sooooo accurate basically his entire life in microcosm. “You know who I am! I’m your biggest fan! I’m the guy who got #gopetyralainon to trend almost single-handedly by tagging every post i ever made that way?????” basically jk jk BUT ANYWAY yasssss they’ll be lotsa fun when they meet again and get a chance to catch up :DDDD Do you think we should pick them back up at that point?
HAHAHA LYSANDER AND PETYR ARE SUCH FAILS omG. Also that convo that will (hOPEFULly??) come one day when they are both like "we've been so wrong, bro ... "
vINCE GetTING THAT TAG TO TREND THO U KNOW IT. Petyr being like "this stalker thing is getting outta hand????" ;DDDD
BUT yeah, picking them back up when they do run into each other again/Pete sees the light and helps the resistance sounds great. ;DDD
ooc | Petyr & Adam
Ayyyy, so this is peTYR and he's a pretty chill dude. He's recently back from the wars that were going on in the southern isles and now he's engaged to Britta Mortain, so he's probs around Adam a lot. Pete's v friendly and I can see him really liking Adam. :)
Oathkeeper; Even the sound of it is sharper than an ordinary sword. Valyrian steel, spell-forged. It was a sword fit for a hero.

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And My Love is Your's, but Your Love's Not Mine | Petyr & Britta
"Worse!" gasped Britta, earnestly, taking a step closer as if it would somehow allow her to more readily immerse herself in the information he meant to impart. His smile was pleasant, just as it had always been, the sort that suffused the face and would bring forth, unbidden, corresponding expressions on all those around him. Forgetting to hate him, Britta did not fight the expression on her own face.
Britta’s eyes fastened to him in resumed earnestness, as soon as he began to speak of the Southern Isles, completely absorbed in the world his words painted in her mind. She’d seen sketches of it - especially when she chanced to overhear a war council which mostly consisted of Margery and Alexandir Godiva butting heads - but most everyone seemed to think Britta was far too delicate a flower to think about a desert - a consideration which irritated her as she failed to consider that this delicacy may have arisen more from an aversion to the topic than to, as they professed, a concern for her ears.
The Southern Isles had always fascinated Britta. Like the Dragon Riders, their women were permitted to take up arms, to join the men in their longships and sail wherever the bold waters chose to carry them. Britta, as a child, had often dreamt of someday becoming a Dragon Rider, of soaring over the waters upon the back of her great dragon - but after the Purge, she had half-envied her enemies’ freedom.
Oh, she knew the horrors they could inflict well enough and certainly felt that Aragoth was in the right in that war but, still, she often wished things were different for her. And, besides, she could at least respect their foes. If the South bred survivors, the Southern isles must have bred gods. They took the brunt of storms, breaking on the isles before they reached the mainland. They lived in a desert and pillaged the surviving southerners with relative immunity for decades - centuries, even. They had their wrongs, too, but at least Britta could understand them - unlike the Northmen, but that was another story, altogethe).
Britta nodded softly when he mentioned he wouldn’t have wanted to visit, before the conquest. She couldn’t doubt it. Countless generations of Mortain blood had been spilt upon these shores in battles with the Southern Isles - including the blood of the Mortain bannermen. House Alainon had always been amongst that number and Britta was sure she didn’t care to count the number of their ancestors who had fallen facing the fearsome foes he’d fought.
"Were there very many slaves, there?" she inquired, somewhat fretfully, feeling it was a an indictment of her own House that any slaves had been taken, at all. Yet, the blame could not be placed solely at Loys’ feet. The Islanders had always been an issue. "I don’t suppose…Harrion…" It was a silly thing to ask and she wasn’t altogether sure it would even be a good thing, were Harrion ever to turn up again (more chaos was not something, it seemed to her, the South needed), but he was family notwithstanding, and sometimes it was lonely to be one of two Mortains left in this world.
"I’m glad of it," she responded, when he said home had been a comfort. Still, it seemed to her there was something he wasn’t saying. She’d grown up enough, at least, not to pester him for it, however, so she lapsed into a pause before saying, "It’s been very nice having the men back. The South was stripped of them…saving Loys." She decided not to comment on what she plainly viewed as his cowardice. Of course, the excuse that he was needed in Swystone to rule was made, but Britta remembered that her uncle had always ridden out on his campaigns, as had all his ancestors before him. Loys was the anomaly in this.
"Oh, I’m…" she made a dismissive gesture and turned to inspect the wall of stone alongside her. Britta ran a slender finger absently along the rock by her side, fidgeting just as she’d always done. It had come to the moment of discomfort and she bit her lip, pointedly not looking at him as she tried to think of a way around this. Perhaps he didn’t want this, either. Or perhaps he did…Britta turned to him abruptly. There was only one way to find out. "Petyr, do you want to marry me and be my mother’s creature? You needn’t do so, if you don’t wish it. You could always…run away,” she added, lamely. Her mother wasn’t known for responding well to snubs. She clapped her hands together and turned to look at him with a strange sort of smile, now. “I promise I wouldn’t be the least bit offended. In fact, I think I’d treasure the memory of my mother’s face when she heard the news to my dying day. So,” she resumed. “What do you want for your future?”
He nodded, "There were more slaves than masters to rule over them. But despite their numbers, they never had much of a chance of rebellion on their own. They were ill-treated and uneducated ... and they were afraid. Not only for themselves, but for their families. They were not afraid to punish an innocent for the crimes of their fathers or brothers."
The Southern Islanders knew how to keep their slaves from doing anything out of turn. And their punishments had been brutal and inhumane. Petry could still hear the shrieks of children who were beaten within an inch of their lives for a misstep their parents had taken. Wars were won with logic, not emotion, but that had not made those days where he sat and listened to the suffering and did nothing, pass any easier. Even the knowledge that he would not, in the end, save any lives if he ran to their aid did would not still his mind or settle the sickness in his stomach. Even now, when he thought on it, the memories returned as vividly as if he was seeing them for the first time. He felt the heat of the southern air and the roughness of the terrain beneath his feet.
There were some masters who did not wish to damage their property, but for the most part, slaves were plentiful enough that they were viewed as easily replaced things.
When she asked about her cousin, he could only shake his head, "If he had been, he -- " His voice trailed, but she knew. If that had been what had happened to Harrion, he would have been a slave for seventeen years and even Petyr knew that he would not have lasted that long. He was a fighter and he would have died as one. He would not have stood for his freedom being taken from him. "I'm sorry." He said after a pause.
He could tell that, despite having her mother and step-brother, she felt alone. Everyone else she had ever loved had died, but that, at least, was something he could sympathize with. He had a good friend in Lysander Stafford, but he was not one to stay in one place for long and his traveling friend aside, Petyr was alone in the world, too.
But now, they would have each other, and that seemed a comfort.
He managed a slight smile when she asked him what he wanted. "I have no intention of being your mother's creature. Or anyone's. This marriage was her idea, but I think it might be one of her better one's." He paused, then, considering what he wanted: truly wanted for his future. There had always been his house words that guided everything that he did: Loyalty and Honor. He clung to them: the only link he had to the family that had been lost to him hours after his birth.
"I know this arrangement isn't ideal," He said slowly, "But we were friends once ... and I think we can make this work. And that's what I want for my future: a family." He wanted to have children of his own: he wanted them to have the childhood he never had. He wanted the halls of his home to be brightened by those who would share it with him. "And I don't want a perfect life," He added, sincerely. He knew that Britta would not be anyone but herself: she was still wild and uncontrollable, but he wouldn't want her to be anything else.
"And you? What do you want?"
OOC | Loys & Petyr
!!!!!!!!! YOU wanna talk to ME??????? ~Loys, once again forgetting he’s technically the most important person in the South #details
I feel like every soldier - well, everyone in the world, really - is super intimidating but like Petyr knows how to hold a sword without cutting himself???? Like, that’s an actual thing people can do??????? So like he clearly has mad skillz up in here and Loys’ head is spinning. I also feel like Loys probs faints at the sight of blood so like probs some pr good reasons he wasn’t sent into battle tbh
AHAHAH Loys is the actual greatest. ;DD So yeah, I think that Pete has always been really nice to him and would go out of his way to be like “what’s up warden of the south” whenever they were at social functions together idk. Also, he was probs the only person who didn’t make fun of/pick on him as a kid. Anyway, they probs haven’t seen much of each other in the last couple of years, b/c Pete’s been away fighting but now he’d def take the time to get to know him better since he’s going to marry Britta. I think he would have honestly expected Loys to have grown up and will be surprised to find that if anything he’s worse??? Pete being the Gareth to his Richard all, “dude, you gotta man up” but like serious baby steps and Petyr is probs gonna just start concentrating with getting him outside????