Hey! 

So I don’t think that we ever talked about these two??? But i’m sure they absolutely know each other, haha. 

I’m not sure how well/if Guin knew Lynessa before she was engaged to Jon???? But I think if she mainly knew her during the engagement/post marriage, that she would be like “um wth??????” @ her b/c she wouldn’t understand????? how she was in love??? with jon????? and how she seems to be so devastated over his death???? like????????????? did she even meet him?????? 

guin especially knows how horrible and awful jon was thanks to living with him for a few months and honestly she probably needs so much therapy after that lol so she’s not exactly trusting of someone who looks at jon and is like all heart eyes 

The first thing Celia did upon returning home was to seek out her sisters. She’d found Lynessa in her chambers. She’d been told by one of her ladies-in-waiting that she was in mourning for Jon Valles and didn’t care to be disturbed by anyone, but Celia hadn’t paid any attention to those words. 

To think of anyone mourning Jon Valles was absurd! And she knew her sister would want to see her as much as she yearned to see her sister. She burst unceremoniously through the door and as soon as she spotted Lynessa she threw her arms tightly around her neck. 

“I have so much to tell you,” Celia said, stepping back. Truth be told, she wasn’t even sure where to begin. Her thoughts were racing, instead, with trying to piece together everything that had happened at home in her absence. 

“But Lynessa, what has happened here?” She asked, “Did you truly marry Valles? How could you do it?” She paused, “Is it true what they say? Is it true that he was murdered on your wedding day?” 

She was not sorry to hear it. The first moment she had ever laid eyes upon Jon Valles, she thought he must be a horrible man. The first time he spoke, he confirmed it. He had never said a kind word to anyone. She didn’t think anyone could tolerate to be in his company for long. She never stopped to consider that anyone would marry him! How could Lynessa agree to such a scheme? How could their mother allow it?

The last time he had seen her, she had placed a crown of roses about his head. A beautiful piece of work it was, he recalled: her soft hands twisted the flowers about carefully concealing the thorns so that he didn’t know they were there until they pricked his skin. They had many names for her in the City: the people - especially the children - adored her. But what she really was, was a rose. All soft and beautiful petals concealing her sharp thorns that were filled with a deadly poison. You wouldn’t even notice them until it was too late. 

Jon Valles’ lifeless corpse was proof of this. 

He had seen something that day, however, that he hadn’t seen before and it wasn’t her thorns. Those he had always suspected. But she had proved to be her mother’s daughter. There was an intensity about her he hadn’t know was there before. And then ... was it caution or paranoia that drove her to threaten him? Her mother saw enemies everywhere, even where she might have found friends. What did Lynessa see? Did she see people who would tear her down the first chance they had or did she simply see him for what he was? A man who would always play the game of thrones, even after he had won. 

He had assured her of his loyalty, of course, but they both knew that words were empty promises and only actions would prove him to her. We may be rivals one day, he had said, but only when we have no more enemies to cut down and we alone are standing on their ashes. Until that day, you would do well to trust me.

“My condolences, my lady,” He said, bowing before her. She was still dressed in her wedding gown: all white and gold, ravens and lions. She was as lovely now with her tear stained face (a nice touch, he thought) and hair slightly out of place as she had when she took Valles’ hand at the alter. He straightened, his eyes meeting her’s and for a moment there was a hint of mischief but then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “Might I have a word with you, in private?” He ventured. “If it would not be too distressing, I may have news of your husband’s killer.” He said, slowly as though he was truly concerned for her in this moment of grief. 

so yo romayne is gonna marry rowena but he really doesn’t want to, all he wants is to rule in the southern islands so he’s gonna support lynessa if they give that to him so holla new #teambeaumont member coming your way. he really doesn’t care what happens in aragoth tbh he likes visiting but he doesn’t wanna live here, so lynessa can have it if he can have the southern islands. he’d even be willing to basically be a ~warden (although he’d like more power than the wardens have, even if they are still under lynessa’s protection and pay her taxes, he’d want to be able to keep things down there the same as possible). also, once they do away with alexandir, he’s gonna get engaged to evie as a kind of insurance of their deal and yeah. :) 

There would be a wedding such as The Imperial City had not seen since Droyn Godiva took Elianora Arrington to be his wife. That had been the wedding of a future king: heir to the throne. Lynessa Beaumont was a great lady, with old blood of Arrington and the hoards of Beaumont gold, but she was not a Queen and Jon Valles was (thankfully) no King. But for all of the preparations that were being made, an outsider may suspect as such. 

Despite this, Lynessa looked very much like a Queen, Alexandir mused, looking upon his brother's niece. He had seen very little of the Beaumonts since his arrival in the city -- no doubt due to the careful intervention of Avelina Beaumont who wanted him as far from her girls as possible -- and this was the first time he had seen Lynessa since she was a young girl. 

There was a great feast at Castle Beaumont, where he had received an invitation (although, he knew, not because Avelina wanted him in her halls, but because it was expected of her) to celebrate the wedding that was to take place in three days time. 

She had many admirers, it seemed, and there was hardly a moment when young girls were flocking to her side or young men asking to dance with her. It was late in the evening when Alexandir saw his chance to speak with her. He waddled over to her and raised his glass.

"My best wishes to you, my lady. A toast to your health and your future happiness." 

I loooooove this idea of them being besties who eventually have to fight!!!!  Bc I feel like it's so in line with both of them.  I think Lyna's ascendance is motivated more by having been humiliated and tossed away and she's intent upon ripping them out of her heart and filling it with other things and, deep down - though she wouldn't really admit this out loud necessarily - by the wish to prove just what she can do and that, with a little faith, ~Adele voice~ they could've had it all (that is, the man she loved who left her for her sister #ouch).  I DONT NEED HIM I HAVE MY WITS AND LOTS OF STUFF ~Lyna probably