The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern language by aspen ( she / her, pst ) , for private use as professional agonist to dragonsrot. all events are true, and names have been preserved to honor the courage of those fallen. may their souls be commended to the old and the new gods.
✧ lady olynna arryn of the eyrie, the fair falcon — introduction, pinterest.
✧ lady sirena tully nee swann of riverrun, the storm maiden— introduction, pinterest.
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there was a time when coming to the capitol was something she saw as a joyous occasion. a time to see her sisters, to press a kiss to the forehead of each and every niece or nephew she had. she had found it wondrous as a girl, had trailed through the palace like it was the most magical place she would ever see. now, it left a bitter taste in her mouth. reminded her of a sister she had no permissions to see, another that had been publicly insulted. a month on the road just to be confronted with such a reality leaves her simmering anger barely below the surface, arms folded tight across her chest as she looks up at the red keep. " it grows uglier each time i visit. " lysara says it bluntly, scathing, uncaring of who overhears her or what anyone makes of such a comment from the queen's sister.
Surprise flickered across her features before warming into something softer at the sight of her aunt. "aunt lysara," the greeting carried genuine affection, the sort reserved for family she had always found easy company in. following her gaze upward, olynna looked once more toward the red keep. crimson walls, black stone, banners stirring lazily overhead. "you know," she began thoughtfully, "i was just thinking that i remembered it being larger," her gaze lingered upon the castle another moment. "though perhaps that is only because i was younger and far more impressionable the last time i stood beneath it, " the observation was light, but it faded quickly enoug,. she knew her aunt was not speaking of walls and towers. for a moment olynna simply looked at her, and in that brief silence found herself unexpectedly grateful she had come. "i am glad you're here," she admitted quietly. "though i confess i was hoping the first thing i heard from you would be slightly less alarming," a faint smile returned then. "perhaps a comment about the journey. or the weather. something suitably polite before we began insulting the crown's architecture."
he was a man always looking for opportunity. some time ago, he had been looking at potential betrothals for his siblings, thinking it about time they do their part for house lannister and begun building connections. olynna arryn had been among the list of possibilities given she was a niece of the queen. with the dismissal of her mother as hand though, he doesn't quite know what to do with her anymore. " lady arryn. " he greets in return, a slight nod of his head. he can't quite help the hint of a smirk on his lips at the answer she gives afterward, familiar with people backtracking once they realize they said something they shouldn't. " and are you always quite so diplomatic? " tharion questions, impressed when she doesn't falter under his gaze, doesn't wither. " from where i'm standing, king's landing is quite the sight. " his gaze remains on her as he said it, head nodding a moment later. " a few hours ago, though i've just settled my family in. "
His question drew a quiet laugh from her, "i like to believe so." whether that was true or not remained debatable. diplomacy had always come naturally enough when she wished it to, unfortunately, there had been many occasions throughout her life where curiosity, stubbornness, or simple conviction had arrived first and diplomacy had been left scrambling to catch up. "then i fear we are seeing very different things," the words were light, though thoughtful, "i see enough powerful people gathered beneath one roof to give any sensible person pause," a smile touched her lips then, softening the remark. "which likely says far more about me than it does about king's landing." her gaze drifted briefly across the courtyard before returning to him once more. for a moment she studied him, not boldly, but openly enough to suggest genuine interest. "and are you looking forward to any of it?" she asked. "the celebrations, i mean. or have you already begun counting the number of political disasters likely to emerge before the week is over?"
unlike most of the nobles he's spoken to thus far, excitement brimmed beneath tharion's skin at the thought of the entire realm being under one roof. it was so rare for this many people to be in one place, could only truly be accomplished by the summoning of the monarch. it opened up more opportunity than he could have in just the westerlands, even if his ego would not allow him to admit as such. a final order is murmured to his servant before moving further into the crowd, eyes scanning around in search of anyone worth talking to before settling on one of the arryn daughters. " it's a celebration, lady arryn. what's not to like? " he quips, though he can guess why she may feel the opposite, the scandal of what happened to her mother being news he had delighted in hearing. " though it must be hard for you to be back here. such a pity about your mother losing her position, after all. "
The voice drew her attention away from the arriving banners and toward the lord of casterly rock. recognition came quickly after all lord tharion lannister was not a man easily overlooked. for a brief moment surprise flickered across her features before it softened into a polite smile, "lord lannister." inclining her head in greeting olynna folded her hands neatly before her. she had not expected an answer to a thought carelessly spoken into the open air, much less one delivered so readily. still, she supposed she only had herself to blame for that. "forgive me, perhaps the journey has made me less diplomatic than usual." amusement lingered faintly in her voice though it faded somewhat at the mention of her mother but olynna did not look away, nor did she rush to fill the silence that followed. "it has been some time since i was last here," she admitted at last. "and i imagine king's landing feels rather different depending on where one stands." her gaze briefly swept across the courtyard before returning to him. "have you only just arrived yourself, my lord?"
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“ what is not to look forward to ? ” the royce begins, picking apart the last of the spiced cakes that she'd swiped from the kitchens before departure. one piece in mouth, sticky fingers wave as she continues, “ i, for one, am ecstatic to be able to bear witness to the great king maelor and all of his prowess. my hope is to be able to find way to where he has kept your aunt. ” sarcasm thick in her words, though softening on the last of it. “ what great fun to watch it all unravel into chaos before our very eyes ! i cannot imagine anything i would rather be doing. ” exploring amongst the trees at home, writing letters, reading novels — clipping her toenails should she have become so bored that there was nothing else for her to find to do. “ we should go to the markets, actually. i wish to see if my favorite vendor has set up their wares. the walls of the keep are … droll. "
The familiar voice drew an immediate smile from her before she had even fully turned to face its owner and relief followed a heartbeat later. for all the banners and noble houses arriving from every corner of the realm, there was still something comforting about finding a familiar face amongst them. "you have been in king's landing for less than an hour and have already begun robbing the royal kitchens?" the accusation lacked any real severity, amusement colored every word. the smile softened somewhat at the mention of her aunt. despite herself, olynna's eyes drifted toward the distant towers of the keep. "yes, well," she said after a moment, "i suspect that particular excursion would end very poorly for both of us." the prospect of chaos unraveling before their eyes was perhaps less amusing, yet there was little use dwelling upon it now. "the markets?" one brow lifted slightly, "we have only just arrived." the objection was weak at best and they both knew it.
THE GREEN WOLF had arrived weeks before the royal decree ever left the capital, long before the banners of the westerosi houses began their slow, grueling march down the kingsroad. she had spent those days wandering the high, suffocating walkways of the red keep like a silent ghost, wrapped tightly in intricate gowns baring the color of her husband's house. slim frame now stood along the shadow of the lower gallery, a small hand resting idly upon the stone balustrade, green eyes trained strictly downcast toward the cobblestones below. near her heels, echo shifted with an unsettling stillness, his sharp blue eyes tracking the endless influx of silver and gold with an innate northern suspicion.
the sudden sound of a quiet laugh caught her attention, cutting through the heavy clatter of armored guards and iron wheels. emerald gaze flicked slightly sideways, tracking the voice rather than the face until her eyes settled upon the newcomer. olynna arryn. head tilts ever so slightly, green hues taking in the profile of her face - careful to avoid locking eyes. the girl looked worn from the road, a mirror of the same unease that every notable soul carried through the gates. and then came the words, whispered carefully into the capital air.
❝ they look forward only to the illusion of it. ❞ deep rooted northern lilt emerges from the shadows with a smooth, calculated quietude. she takes a step forward, only small enough to let the afternoon sun catch the long, loose dark curls falling over her shoulder. there was no malice in her silky tone, only the blunt, unyielding truth of a woman who had already lived through the endings of half the people currently unpacking their trunks.
The voice was familiar enough that olynna turned before she had fully registered the words themselves. recognition came a moment later accompanied by a small smile that softened her features almost immediately. "lady raya," her gaze lingered briefly upon the other woman before drifting toward the wolf at her side. there was something oddly reassuring about finding familiar faces amongst the endless sea of arrivals even within a place as imposing as the red keep. "that is a rather bleak assessment for a celebration," amusement touched her voice though only lightly for she could not entirely disagree. following raya's gaze, olynna looked back toward the courtyard below where banners continued to arrive one after another. houses from every corner of the realm answering the same summons, carrying the same carefully arranged smiles and courtesies expected of them. "though i suspect there is some truth in it," the admission came quietly. her attention returned to raya then, curiosity surfacing beneath her polite composure. "how were your travels this far south? i hope nothing of note."
to say aemon was ill-prepared would be an understatement. large gatherings had never been a favorite of his, not even the wedding that had happened a year prior. it was overwhelming, having to put on a face and look upon the crowds to welcome them into his home. (was it truly his home? when he had spent so long doing his best to disappear from it? aemon didn't quite know, but he was not sure he wished to find out anyways.) but, he was a prince of the noble house of targaryen and everyone would be damned if he did not show his face.
he tried to get out of greetings, he truly did. pretended to cough, to somehow get his guard to take pity on him and call upon a maester, but he had only been given a look before he quieted down again. he tried to pretend to be asleep, ordering that no one disturb him, but that only fell upon deaf ears... he was not listened to like his word mattered. it was unfortunate that he had been used to it.
now though, he really did wish one of the excuses had worked. his legs were aching underneath him and the weight of his shield behind him was not helping as much as it was meant to. though aemon still kept a gentle smile on his face, one that had never been known to be false. for even if he was in pain, he was still to be as kind as he could. he had been known to be quiet, his steps light as a feather as he sidled up next to his cousin, "i would not let the king hear that, my lady," it is not said in a way for olynna to fear his words, but light jesting had always sounded awkward in his mouth, "it is imperative he keeps his spirits up for they can change in an instant." aemon had been on the receiving end of it many times. "have you been shown to your chambers?"
The familiar voice drew her attention immediately and whatever concern had lingered beneath her earlier thoughts softened somewhat at the sight of her cousin. there was something reassuring about finding familiar faces amongst the endless arrivals, particularly ones tied not simply by politics or obligation, but by family. "your highness, prince aemon." his warning earned a small laugh, though she was careful enough to lower her voice afterward. "then i shall count myself fortunate that it was you who heard me first." amusement lingered for a moment before her gaze settled more fully upon him. she had always thought him kind in a way that often went unnoticed by those too occupied with louder personalities. unfortunately kindness rarely seemed to spare a person from the burdens placed upon them. "i imagine you've spent the day welcoming half the realm already." there was sympathy in the observation, enough nobles had begun pouring through the gates to exhaust even the most sociable of hosts, and aemon had never struck her as someone who particularly enjoyed becoming the center of attention. at the mention of chambers, she nodded lightly. "i have, though i confess i have spent very little time in them thus far," her smile widened slightly, "the keep remains far too distracting." her gaze briefly wandered toward the growing crowd before returning to him. "and what of you? have you managed to survive the arrivals unscathed, or should i already be preparing remedies for exhaustion?"
── .✦ Her gaze wandered across the crowded courtyard. Banners fluttered overhead in a hundred different colors, familiar sigils mingling with others she had only ever seen from afar, stitched upon pavilions across distant tourney fields. Lords and ladies arrived in clusters, their entourages trailing behind them, while servants hurried in every direction, attempting to impose even the slightest order upon the inevitable chaos.
“I am,” the answer came easily, accompanied by a soft smile. “There is something rather lovely about seeing a castle come alive with so many people. It feels as though half of Westeros has arrived at once.”
The sight reminded Alysanne of some lavish wedding she had once attended in the Reach, though even that gathering, which had seemed so grand at the time, felt small beside this one. There was a certain energy to King's Landing now, a restlessness humming beneath the overlapping voices, as though the entire realm had converged upon the capital at once. Perhaps that was precisely what made it all so appealing.
“Besides,” she added with a hint of amusement, “I have been promissed a splendid feast.” Her attention then turned back to the woman beside her, her head tilting slightly. “Are you not excited, my lady?”
The answer drew a smile from her almost immediately, there was something refreshing about hearing genuine enthusiasm amongst so many carefully measured reactions. olynna turned toward the speaker, recognition arriving a moment later. "lady alysanne," warmth colored the greeting naturally. her gaze drifted briefly back toward the courtyard. there was a certain beauty to it when viewed through the other woman's eyes. banners snapping in the breeze, old houses arriving alongside new generations, the constant movement of a realm gathered in one place. "when you describe it that way, it almost sounds charming," however olynna knew better, she by blood relation of the queen herself witnessed too much far too close. the mention of a splendid feast earned a quiet laugh. "ah, there it is. i was beginning to wonder if i was speaking to the only person in the capital who had not been tempted by food," the question that followed gave her pause, if only for a moment. "i think i am looking forward to parts of it," she admitted thoughtfully. "seeing familiar faces again, meeting those i have only heard stories about, perhaps proving to myself that the realm is not quite as grim as everyone insists it is," her smile softened slightly. "though i suspect i shall leave the excitement over tournaments and court politics to more capable hands," tilting her head, curiosity surfaced in her expression. "and what are you most eager for, my lady? surely not only the feast."
as they approached the red keep, petyr drifted toward the rear of their party, casting a practiced eye over the procession. years spent commanding armies and overseeing the eyrie in alayne's absence had made accounting for those under his care second nature. one by one he marked familiar faces, until his gaze settled upon his youngest daughter as her pace slowed and expression became pensive.
amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth and he moved back alongside her.
"more than a few, i'd imagine," he said, following her gaze toward the sea of banners, horses, and nobles flowing toward the castle gates. "there are feasts to attend, alliances to make, fortunes to win and lose, and no shortage of fools eager to embarrass themselves in public. for a certain sort of person, it's paradise."
he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before nodding toward the gates.
"keep your eyes open, olynna. watch, listen, remember what you learn. but do not spend the whole visit lurking in corners and studying everyone else."
a familiar grin crossed his face, a conspiratorial glint appearing in his eyes.
"but you're young. there will be time enough in your life for duty and politics and worrying about the powers that be. while we're here, i expect you to find at least a little trouble to get into. this is a rare opportunity."
The familiar pressure against her shoulder drew a smile from her before she had even turned her head, there were some voices she could identify in an instant, and her father's had always been one of them. "paradise sounds rather chaotic for my liking," amusement colored her words as she followed his gaze toward the endless stream of arrivals. lords and ladies, banners and retainers, ambitions wrapped in silks and velvet. somehow she suspected her father was not entirely wrong, there were certainly people arriving at king's landing who had been anticipating this gathering for months. his advice was met with the patience of someone who had heard similar words before. watch, listen and learn, that part she could manage. the rest, however, earned a look of immediate skepticism. "trouble?" the single word escaped alongside a quiet laugh, turning more fully toward him, olynna pressed a hand dramatically against her chest as though personally wounded by the accusation. "father, i would not know trouble even if it tripped me on the way into the keep." which was, unfortunately, a statement that several members of her family could likely dispute. the realization showed briefly in the corners of her smile. "besides, i seem to recall being told for most of my life that i ought to be more careful, not less." though there was little conviction behind the argument. both of them knew exactly how often good intentions had carried her directly into situations she probably should have avoided.
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closed starter for prince aemon targaryen; the halls of the red keep — @dragnbane
The red keep was never truly silent, even within its quieter corridors there remained the distant echo of footsteps, the murmur of servants passing behind closed doors, the constant awareness that hundreds of lives moved simultaneously beyond every wall. it was a different sort of noise than riverrun. less honest perhaps, every sound seemed to carry purpose. selyse had been making her way back toward her family's assigned chambers when a familiar figure appeared further along the corridor. a prince of house targaryen was not easily mistaken for anyone else. immediately she slowed her pace, offering the courtesy owed both his station and the familiarity that naturally came from years spent moving within the same noble circles. "your grace," the greeting was accompanied by a graceful inclination of her head, when she straightened a small smile touched her lips. "a pleasure to greet you as always, i won't keep you long for i am certain you have enough of that from others," her gaze lingered only briefly before lowering once more, careful not to impose. there was a weariness about many within the keep these days, some carried it openly, others concealed it behind practiced smiles and courtly manners. she had long ago learned that the latter were often the more exhausted of the two. "king's landing seems considerably more crowded than when i last visited," she continued lightly. "though perhaps that is simply what happens when half the realm arrives at once," amusement softened the observation. "i imagine the royal family has had little peace since the first guests began arriving."
closed starter for lady janna redwyne; a valcony of the red keep
The balcony offered a welcome reprieve from the endless movement below, from there the sounds of the keep seemed softened by distance. conversations became indistinct murmurs, the clatter of arrivals little more than background noise carried upon the breeze. it reminded selyse somewhat of riverrun's galleries overlooking the water, though king's landing lacked the riverlands particular talent for tranquility. orien rested comfortably against her shoulder, one small hand tangled in the fabric of her sleeve while the youngest of her children fought valiantly against sleep. nearby, the older boys had occupied themselves with a game whose rules appeared known only to them, while circe wandered after her brothers with the determined expression of someone unwilling to be left behind. selyse watched them for a moment before her attention shifted elsewhere. "lady janna, thank you for joining me," warmth touched her voice as she approached, accompanied by an easy smile. amusement lingered briefly in her expression as she adjusted orien slightly higher against her shoulder. her gaze swept across the balcony before returning to the redwyne woman. "tell me, how were your travels?" she asked gently, "i hope they were uneventful."
closed starter for princess rhaella targaryen; the red keep gardens — @eatensins
The red keep seemed determined to place people in one another's paths whether they wished it or not. selyse had spent much of the morning navigating unfamiliar corridors, servants, and the endless stream of arriving nobles. every turn appeared to reveal another lord, another lady, another conversation waiting to happen, it was little wonder that so many looked exhausted already. it was during one such walk through the gardens that a familiar figure caught her attention, immediately she slowed her pace. "your grace," the greeting was accompanied by a respectful inclination of her head, proper without becoming excessive and when she straightened, a small smile softened her expression. "i hope the day has been treating you kindly," for a moment her gaze drifted toward where the children played in the near distance. their laugh always gave her peace, which felt like an odd sentiment in a place like kings landing. "i confess i had forgotten quite how overwhelming the capital becomes during gatherings such as these," amusement touched her voice. "though i suspect those of us arriving have it easier than those tasked with receiving half of westeros beneath one roof." the observation was offered lightly, though not without sincerity. "have you found a moment's peace since the festivities began, or has the realm already claimed every spare hour?"
closed starter for lord benjen stark; the corridors of the red keep — @frctvreds
For perhaps the hundredth time that day, selyse found herself wondering whether bringing five children to king's landing had been a terrible idea. the thought surfaced just as a flash of auburn hair disappeared around a corner. "circe," the call came a moment too late. selyse quickened her pace, skirts gathered lightly in one hand as she followed after her daughter however by the time she rounded the corridor, the young girl had already come to an abrupt stop directly into another figure. mercifully, no one appeared injured, small victories she supposed. relief settled briefly before recognition followed. "lord stark," a polite smile appeared as she reached her daughter's side, resting a gentle hand upon the child's shoulder. "my apologies, it would seem my daughter has decided that the red keep belongs entirely to her." circe, entirely unrepentant, peered curiously around her mother's skirts from where she now hid. "we have spoken about running in corridors " the reprimand was delivered with all the severity of someone who had already repeated the lesson countless times before. "i hope she has not caused you any trouble, my lord," amusement lingered faintly within her expression despite the apology. "though if she has, i fear i can offer little reassurance, my experience suggests she rarely improves with encouragement," a softer smile followed.
open starter from lady olynna arryn; arriving at kingslanding — closed [ 6/4 ]
The journey south had been long enough that by the time the gates of the red keep finally opened before them olynna found herself slowing almost unconsciously. perhaps it was the realization that nearly every notable noble in the realm would soon be gathered beneath the same roof. the thought was enough to make anyone uneasy. her gaze drifted upward as she crossed into the keep proper, lingering briefly upon crimson walls and familiar towers. king's landing remained much as she remembered it. vast, crowded and alive. yet beneath the movement and excitement surrounding the arrivals she could not quite shake the feeling that everyone had arrived carrying something heavier than their belongings. for a moment she simply watched the endless stream of arrivals passing through the gates, banners from every corner of westeros appearing one after another. "i wonder," she mused aloud, more to herself than anyone in particular, "if anyone is truly looking forward to this." the words escaped accompanied by a quiet laugh. perhaps it was not the safest thought to voice within the red keep but by the time she realized as much, it was already too late.
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The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern tongue for the royal library of westeros to honor lady olynna arryn of they eyrie, the fair falcon. all events and information are true, may the seven hold her soul.
BASICS.
name : olynna arryn.
name meaning : burning one, fiery.
nicknames : oly, nana by family.
titles : lady of the eyrie.
epithets : the fair falcon.
age : twenty-eight.
birthdate : thirteen day of first month.
gender : cis woman, she/her.
sexuality : heterosexual.
status : unwed.
birthplace : the eyrie, the vale, westeros.
religion : faith of the seven.
allegiances : house arryn, the vale
APPERANCE.
height : 5’5.
hair : soft copper brown.
eyes : grey.
dominant hand : ambidextrous.
scars : a cut across her knee.
faceclaim : synnove karlsen.
physical description : of regular stature, the maiden of house arryn is of smaller frame but commanding presence, with the natural fair complexion of her ancestors although she tans quite well when the summer rays graces her and she spends most of her time in strolling through the grassy fields. her almond shaped eyes are a mesmerizing grey almost borderlines a molten silver kind of grey and are the focus of attention on her softly curved chiseled features, her tresses are thick long caramel waves with copper undertones brushing beyond her waist which she has pride herself on from a very young age, her cheeks are decorated by freckles often with a natural rose hue to them, white pearls of a smile and full lips.
muse inspiration : jeyne westerling, arwen undomiel, persephone goddess of the underworld, seraphena mierel, claire fraser, helen of troy, empress sisi, margaery tyrell.
PSYCHE.
zodiac sign : capricorn.
positive traits : perceptive & diplomatic.
negative traits : opinionated & idealistic.
moral alignment : chaotic good.
hobbies : medicine, healing, reading, horseback riding, history.
personality : olynna is often described by those closest to her as free spirited, passionate, and although eloquent she can be quite opinionated. she is often worried about her siblings, as well as her people, and the danger the realm seems to continuously puts them under, she tries to be as helpful as she can manage, not only about their keep but also outside of it. sometimes brave to the point of recklessness, her mother often said that when it comes to taking actions she will think about it, weight the consequences, hope no one was paying attention and do it anyways. her own father said in more than one occasion that in the face of war she would be a warrior and a survivor. behind her exterior she can also be a sensible and softhearted person, though her considerable personal freedom from a young age always being compromised in the name of the kingdom would often bring her stubbornness to shine. when it comes to practicing healing, olynna has always been quick to take charge and keeps a cool head in dire situations. headstrong, persuasive, and confident; in the end she will only do what feels right. no matter who tries to influence her to sway in a different direction, her own choices will always outweigh everything. though she prides herself on being sensible, olynna has always found that compassion reaches a decision long before reason catches up.
MISC.
occupation : lady, healer.
social class : nobility.
languages : common tongue, old tongue, valyrian, fyrdar,barrows dialect, brandis dialect, fellish dialect, froggish/mud-speak.
species : human.
FAMILIAL.
parents : lady alayne arryn & lord utp arryn nee utp.
siblings : lady alys royce nee arryn, liege utp arryn.
HISTORY.
chapter one — olynna was born on a particularly windy morning in the eyrie, the third child child, not the heir nor the spare. from the very olynna had a sunny demanor, a small babe who cried little and laughed often, content in the arms of whichever family member managed to steal her away first. where some children clung to their mothers, olynna seemed determined to belong to everyone at once. the servants adored her, the knights spoiled her, and her siblings found themselves stuck with an extra shadow that followed wherever they went. she was curious from the start. forever asking questions, forever wandering somewhere she shouldn't. if a door was left open, she would find what was behind it. if she was told no, she wanted to know why.
chapter two — for much of her childhood olynna believed every problem could be solved with enough determination. a scraped knee needed a bandage, a bruised pride needed comfort, a broken toy needed patience. the world seemed simple in that way, until it wasn't. it was a childhood friend who unknowingly changed the course of her life. during a training session a horse was spooked and they were thrown hard enough to leave the entire household in a panic. the injury was not life threatening but to a young olynna that distinction meant very little for all she knew was that someone she loved was hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it. she sat beside the bed for days asking endless questions of maesters, septas, and anyone unfortunate enough to wander too close. for the first time in her life curiosity became something more than a habit and more of a purpose. what began as questions soon became study, she followed maesters through corridors, memorized remedies she was far too young to understand, and spent her free hours buried beneath texts most children would have abandoned after a single page. while other noble girls dreamed of tournaments and marriage olynna became fascinated with the quiet people who stood beside the sick and somehow pulled them back from the edge.
chapter three — as the years passed olynna's fascination with healing only grew. what had begun as curiosity became discipline, she followed maesters wherever they would allow her, first through the halls of the eyrie, then beyond them. villages, holdfasts, mountain settlements and market towns all became classrooms in their own right. it was there she learned lessons no book could teach her, she learned that illness did not care for noble blood and that grief sounded the same regardless of station. she learned the names of plants, remedies, and old wives' cures, but more importantly she learned how to listen. many noble ladies spent their youth attending feasts, tourneys, and courts. olynna attended as well when duty required it but she was just as likely to be found in a healer's quarters as a ballroom. by the time she reached womanhood it had become increasingly difficult to separate lady olynna arryn from the healer she had become. while others saw a noble daughter of one of the great houses of westeros olynna saw herself as something much simpler. someone who wished to help where she could.
chapter four — as olynna grew older so did the expectations surrounding her. she was after all a daughter of house arryn and a lady of the eyrie. beautiful, well spoken, educated, and kind. the sort of woman many noble families hoped to claim through marriage and so suitors came and went throughout the years, some arrived seeking influence, others alliances, and a few perhaps genuinely interested who she was. olynna welcomed them all with courtesy but none managed to capture her interest for long. there was always a village to visit, another book to read, a patient to tend to, a problem that felt more urgent than securing her own future. it was not that she opposed marriage, she understood her duty well enough, she simply found herself increasingly frustrated by the idea that her greatest contribution to the realm might be reduced to the her hand being offered. for the first time in her life olynna found herself caught between two equally powerful desires, the first was the responsibility she carried as an arryn. the second was the life she had quietly built for herself beyond courtly expectations. she loved her family and she loved the vale, she would do nearly anything for either. but she had also spent years becoming her own person and she was not yet ready to surrender that without a fight.
chapter five — by the time the last dragon died olynna had long since ceased being known simply as a daughter of house arryn. throughout the vale, and increasingly beyond it, her name had become associated with something far simpler. kindness. whether arriving at the bedside of an ailing lord or helping deliver a farmer's child in some distant mountain village she had earned a reputation for appearing wherever she was needed most. yet even she could feel the realm changing, olynna saw it not in council chambers but in the people themselves. she saw it in merchants worried for their livelihoods, in travelers who glanced over their shoulders more often than before, in families uncertain what kind of future awaited their children. fear had a way of making itself known long before swords are every lifted. for perhaps the first time in her life she found herself confronted by a problem no remedy could solve for there was no balm for uncertainty, no poultice for distrust, no cure for a realm slowly pulling itself apart. still she remained what she had always been, a daughter, a healer. if the realm insisted upon breaking itself then olynna intended to do what she had done her entire life, help where she could.
The following text has been faithfully transcribed from the old tongue into the modern tongue for the royal library of westeros to honor lady selyse tully nee swann of riverrun, the storm maiden. all events and information are true, may the seven hold her soul.
BASICS.
name : selyse tully nee swann.
name meaning : heavenly, of the sky.
nicknames : sely, sisi by family only.
titles : lady of riverrun.
epithets : the thunder maiden
age : thirty.
birthdate : seventh day of the seventh month.
gender : cis female, she/her.
sexuality : heterosexual.
status : wed.
birthplace : stonehelm, the stormlands, westeros.
religion : faith of the seven.
allegiances : house swann, house tully.
APPERANCE.
height : 5’4.
hair : raven black.
eyes : deep black.
dominant hand : right handed.
scars : none.
faceclaim : tiffany tang.
physical description : regal yet understated selyse bears the quiet strength of a woman tempered by courtly fire and softened by the steady enduring warmth of motherhood. graceful of height but not towering, poised, she moves with the composed elegance of a morning yet to break into storm. her bearing is impeccable, every motion deliberate, refined, the product of a life shaped by silence, scrutiny, and survival. her skin is luminous and fair, smooth as porcelain, holding the calm glow of a woman who has weathered time without letting it mark her. raven black hair flows in soft, silken lengths down her back, often arranged with intricate care and ornamenteds of gold, though at rest it falls freely like shadowed silk. her eyes dark and discerning, hold the depth of someone who has seen much and reveals little. high cheekbones, a slender nose, and a beauty mark above her upper lip lend her face a quiet distinction. her mouth, full and gently curved, rests in a smile touched with both warmth and restraint. her figure is soft-lined and womanly, shaped by grace, sharpened by experience, and deeply grounded in the strength of motherhood.
muse inspiration : kosem sultan, catelyn stark, elide lochan, elain archeron, elia martell, aditi rao hydari.
PSYCHE.
zodiac sign : cancer.
positive traits : spirited & observant.
negative traits : perfectionist & guarded.
moral alignment : neutral.
hobbies : politics, embroidery, music, reading.
personality : selyse is often spoken of in hushed tones, not out of fear, but reverence. born of house swann and bound by marriage to house tully, she carries herself with the quiet certainty of a woman who has endured much and learned to wield grace like a blade. she speaks gently, but every word lands with purpose, chosen with the care of someone who understands that silence, when used well, can speak louder than sound. though her manner is composed, she remains full of life, warm, steady, and quietly luminous. her laughter, though rarer now, still breaks through like sun on water, catching those around her off guard in the best way. she is thoughtful, measured, and effortlessly disarming, known to hold the attention of nobles and children alike with the same ease. diplomacy is still her art, but she no longer uses it to keep peace, no, she uses it to shape futures. fiercely protective of her family, her love is unwavering and deliberate, the kind that wraps rather than drowns. she believes in striving not for appearances, but for something lasting, something worthy. beneath the calm lies a heart that feels deeply, though few are ever allowed close enough to see it. she is not colder than she once was, only quieter, and no less powerful for it. she did not inherit strength. she became it, a mother, a tactician, and a woman of sunlit steel.
MISC.
occupation : lady
social class : nobility.
languages : common togue, holy tongue
species : human
FAMILIAR.
parents : late lord and lady swann.
siblings : liege utp zhuan, liege utp zhuan, lady casslena swann, liege upt swann.
spouse : lord utp tully.
issue : tbd.
HISTORY.
chapter one — selyse swann was born upon the seventh day of the seventh moon beneath a sky split open by thunder. the storm had raged for three days without pause when at last the cries of a newborn girl echoed through the chambers of the ruling lady just as a bolt of lightning illuminated the sea. the castle septon would later call it a blessing although the maester called it coincidence. they would eventually come to remember it as a warning for from the beginning there had been something watchful about her. she was not the loudest of her siblings nor the boldest, where others charged forward she paused. where others spoke she listened. it was a habit that unnerved many adults for children were not expected to observe and yet selyse spent long afternoons tucked quietly into corners of solar chambers with toys forgotten on her lap as she listened to visiting nobles discussing border disputes, harvest failures, or alliances. she learned quickly that the most important words spoken by nobles were rarely the ones intended for public hearing. truth lived in lowered voices, in unfinished sentences, in conversations held after feasts when cups had emptied and caution had begun to fade. many failed to notice the quiet girl sitting in the corner and that proved to be their first mistake.
chapter two — as she grew older it became increasingly difficult to dismiss selyse as merely a quiet child. beneath her gentle disposition lay a mind that noticed patterns where others saw coincidence, she remembered names, promises, grudges, and debts with remarkable ease, often recalling details long forgotten by those who had spoken them. such moments became increasingly common and though she held no formal authority, her observations often found their way into the ears of those who did. merchants discovered she understood trade better as good as stewards. visiting envoys learned she paid closer attention than most councillors, even her own family gradually came to recognize that while selyse rarely sought attention, she possessed an unusual gift for seeing beyond appearances. by the time she reached womanhood whispers had already begun to follow her through the halls of stonehelm. not whispers of beauty, though she possessed that, nor whispers of scandal, for there were none to tell. rather, people whispered that lady selyse swann seemed to know more than she should.
chapter three — it was selyse's mother who first recognized the true value of her daughter's gifts, she saw a child who listened not merely to words, but to what remained unspoken. she saw a mind capable of understanding people long before they understood themselves. rather than discourage such tendencies, she nurtured them and as selyse grew, her mother began keeping her close during audiences and private gatherings alike. together they observed the endless procession of merchants, knights, envoys, and noblemen that passed through stonehelm's gates. after they departed the lady would question her daughter. at first selyse's answers were simple but with time they became remarkably perceptive. her mother taught her that patience was often more valuable than cleverness, and that silence when used wisely could become a weapon sharper than any blade. she learned that every person possessed a desire, a fear, or an ambition that governs their decisions. to understand those things was to understand the person. most importantly, she learned never to underestimate the advantage of being underestimated. the realm expected daughters to be pleasant. beautiful or even agreeable but few ever suspected them of being dangerous. lady swann encouraged her daughter to let them continue believing so. selyse never forgot the lesson.
chapter four — as selyse entered womanhood her world expanded far beyond the walls of stonehelm. through feasts, tournaments, weddings, and courtly visits she became acquainted with noblewomen from every corner of the realm. daughters, wives, sisters, and ladies in waiting who moved through courts and castles often overlooked by many. where others saw companionship, selyse recognized opportunity, she cultivated friendships carefully and sincerely, maintaining correspondence with many long after they had returned to their own homes. letters traveled frequently between stonehelm and distant keeps carrying news of births, betrothals, celebrations, grievances, and shifting alliances. what appeared harmless conversation often revealed far more than those writing them ever intended. she possessed no network of spies nor did she seek one. it was during these years that she came to understand another truth, as a daughter of stonehelm, the greatest service she could offer her family would be a marriage capable of strengthening their position within an uncertain realm. rather than resent this reality selyse embraced it. if her future was to belong to another house then she would ensure that house became an asset to her own.
chapter five — in time selyse swann departed stonehelm and entered into a union that would carry her far from the stormlands and into the heart of westeros. the marriage proved a successful one, strengthening ties between two influential houses at a time when the realm seemed increasingly uncertain of its future. though much has been said regarding the union those who knew lady selyse best understood that her greatest contribution was never the marriage itself but what she brought to it. in the years that followed lady selyse became known not for loud displays of influence but for the steady presence she maintained within her household and beyond it. nobles sought her counsel, ladies trusted her confidence, correspondence arrived from every corner of the realm and with it came the knowledge she had spent a lifetime gathering. while others chased power openly selyse understood that the strongest currents often flowed unseen beneath the surface. it is perhaps for this reason that many know her not merely as a daughter of house swann nor solely as the lady of another noble house, but as one of the most perceptive women of her generation.