#oath.intro

as  the  third  born  daughter,  it  seems  all  that  she  could  be  has  already  been  taken  by  either  gael  (  begrudgingly,  the  childrearing  )  or  gyda  (  their  mother’s  old  chainmaille  )  —  straining  for  individuality  or  selfishness  (  one  and  the  same,  at  times,  but  who  cares  ),  young  gwyn  would  attempt  to  reach  out  for  father  instead,  an  endeavor  that  while  others  (  most  of  the  other  goodbrother  girls  )  would  fail,  she  would  succeed.  before  the  rebellion  made  him  harder,  and  even  afterwards,  she  took  prize  in  being  one  of  the  few  to  pry  a  smile  out  of  him,  and,  most  of  all,  she  enjoyed  accompanying  him  to  the  family  mines,  learning  of  the  ores  and  the  business  and  economy,  while  taking  home  whatever  shiny  little  rock  she  could.

although  she  trained  with  the  sword,  as  well  as  the  needle  (  her  mother  had,  after  all,  been  a  notorious  shieldmaiden  and  now  she  was  a  loyal  wife  who  had  given  her  lord  fifteen  children  ),  gwynesse  preferred  the  former,  if  only  because  being  a  lady  paired  up  well  with  what  she  was  truly  good  at  :  cunning.

still,  once  she  was  sixteen,  she  asked  to  take  a  part  of  a  crew  that  would  travel  to  essos.  although  she  cared  nothing  for  physical  exertion  activities,  she  greatly  enjoyed  the  trip  —  it  made  her  realize  that  the  iron  islands  were  nothing  compared  to  the  world  and,  perhaps,  she  would  rather  be  elsewhere.  somewhere  better,  greater.

the  realization  of  her  wish  was  a  double  edged  sword:  while  she  did  manage  to  go  somewhere  greater,  she  almost  died  (  or  actually  died,  and  was  brought  back  to  life  by  the  drowned  god  who  wished  to  set  her  to  greatness,  in  her  own  mind  )  when  the  ship  wrecked,  and  she  washed  around  westerland  waters.  she  was  rescued  by  the  heir  to  lannisport,  who  took  a  liking  to  her  and  took  her  to  his  home  to  be  cared  for.  there,  fearing  she  would  be  killed  or  worse  for  being  an  ironborn,  she  pretended  to  be  amnesiac  and  was  allowed  to  remain  at  the  castle  out  of  courtesy.  

during  that  time,  she  effectively  managed  to  make  the  lord  heir  fall  for  her  (  and  if  she  fell  for  him  too,  it  was,  then,  a  sweet  consequence  ).  once  she  fell  with  child,  she  arranged  so  her  brothers  would  come  retrieve  her  —  the  shot  gun  of  sorts  wedding  was  a  good  enough  deal,  for  she  did  bring  a  big  dowry,  even  if  her  father  -  in  -  law  (  and  possibly  her  husband,  though  he  was  easier  to  bend  )  was  not  very  pleased  with  having  an  ironborn  for  a  daughter.

within  two  years  after  that,  her  husband  was  called  to  lead  a  part  of  the  lannister  fleet,  and  gwynesse  remained  at  lannisport,  bregundigly  bearing  babies  and  facing  scrutiny  from  the  westerlanders  who  thought  of  her  as  too  foreign  to  be  trusted  —  a  sentiment  her  father  -  in  -  law  shared,  refusing  to  allow  her  in  and  aid  him  with  anything  of  importance,  much  to  her  distaste.  at  some  point,  she  begins  poisoning  him  with  lead  (  something  that  has  no  taste,  no  smell  and  that  slowly  can  drive  one  to  madness  and  several  other  unpleasant  physical  ailments  ),  which  leads  him  to  become  more  dependent  on  her  and,  of  course,  she  takes  advantage  of  that  to  help  him  rule  lannisport.

currently,  it’s  been  over  ten  years  since  the  poisoning  started,  and  if  anyone  points  at  her,  gwynesse  is  offended  and  can  easily  begin  tearing  up  if  necessary,  even  offering  to  take  on  his  food  and  drink  if  they  are  so  suspicious.  her  husband  defends  her,  likely  unbeknownst,  something  she  is  glad  for.  gwynesse  has  no  qualms  in  engaging  in  falsity,  and  even  takes  enjoyment  of  that,  of  this  power.

her  father  -  in  -  law  is  greatly  debilitated,  of  course,  and  she  is,  for  all  purposes,  mistress  and  ruler  of  lannisport,  a  duty  she  does  not  take  lightly  and  tries  her  best  to  always  stay  on  top,  either  that  be  to  know  who  comes  into  town,  what  goods  arrive  and  of  the  deals  happening  in  it — it  is  an  understatement  to  say  she  is  controlling,  and  likes  things  her  way.  while  some  may  frown  at  such  power  being  granted  to  an  ironborn,  most  have  come  to  terms  that  she  is  as  westerlander  as  one  can  be,  proved  by  her  loyalty  to  lannisport  and  to  the  many  children  she  has  birthed  and  raises  under  the  light  of  the  seven.  

truthfully,  she  does  not  feel  westerlander  —  but  also  she  no  longer  feels  ironborn.  this  is  not  a  sentiment  that  disturbs  her  much,  however,  for  she  is  content  with  her  position  and  very  busy  occupation,  but  she  is  growing  more  bothered  by  the  day  by  the  ironborn  growing  bolder  around  the  westerlands  coast  and  how  that  may  disturb  her  security  in  her  role.  besides  mother,  wife,  ruler,  daughter,  sister,  she  is  now  being  pushed  to  be  a  diplomat,  a  position  that  may  be  all  too  suited  to  her  silver  tongued  ways,  but  that  she  is  less  pleased  to  juggle,  as  it  may  jeopardize  all  that  she  prizes  and  worked  so  hard  to  build.

i’d  love  more  goodbrothers,  particularly  geirdis,  her  twin  sister  (  annie  has  put  the  wc  on  the  main  with  all  the  information  but  i’m  glad  to  help  out  with  more  ideas  if  needed  ).  the  goodbrothers  are  often  around  lannisport,  either  for  business  or  for  familial  affection.

the  friendship  is  not  entirely  stretched  to  the  other  ironborn,  but  it  wouldn’t  be  unlikely  some  do  come  in  lannisport  and  i  think  interactions  between  gwyn,  who  has  definitely  been  ‘corrupted’  by  the  way  of  the  westerosi  and  enjoys  dealing  with  the  gold  price  rather  than  the  iron  price,  and  her  old  countrymen.

anyone  from  the  westerlands  or  who  stops  by  lannisport  really.  this  also  includes  people  who  have  not  come  to  lannisport,  but  do  deals  within  the  city  or  with  the  lannisters  of  lannisport,  as  she  often  speaks  for  them  all

due  to  the  children  and  to  her  duties  at  the  realm  of  lannisport,  she  is  not  often  away  from  it,  but  it’s  possible  her  husband  could  have  taken  her  to  some  nearby  places,  or  even  acquaintances  from  that  travel  over  a  decade  ago,  when  she  was  just  one  out  of  many  goodbrothers

a  first  friend .     when  brandon  joined  the  north’s  army  he  was  very  much  an  outsider.  while  there  were  other  norrey  men  that  he  easily  fell  in  with,  this  would  be  the  first  person  whom  brandon  did  not  know  before  joining  that  he  became  close  with.

on  the  verge  of  enemies .    due  to  being  raised  in  quite  a  different  environment  than  most  nobles,  but  still  carrying  a  noble  title,  brandon  has  a  habit  of  acting  perhaps  too  comfortably  around  other  titled  individuals.  brandon  was  likely  too  honest  with  this  character,  or  spoke  to  them  in  a  way  that  could  be  read  as  disrespectful,  and  a  rift  has  grown  between  them  because  of  it.

a  debt  to  repay .      the  idea  of  protection  is  very  important  within  norrey  culture,  and  this  would  be  someone  who  protected  brandon  in  a  way  he  sees  as  lifesaving.  brandon  is  honor  bound  to  save  the  life  of  this  individual  in  return.

misadventures  in  flirting .     brandon  is  likely  not  anyone  noble’s  ideal  choice  for  a  wedding  match;  the  northern  clansman  are  considered  to  be  more  “ civilized ”  than  their  counterparts  in  the  vale,  but  they  are  still  seen  as  somewhat  boorish  and  only  petty  lords,  rather  than  true  nobles.  however,  brandon  has  never  been  one  to  let  expectations  stop  him,  and  has  struck  up  a  flirtatious  relationship  with  a  lord  or  lady  who’s  quite  a  bit  above  his  status.

simple  pleasures .    in  a  similar  line  as  above,  though  perhaps  not  quite  so  daring,  brandon  likely  has  a  few  physical  relationships  that  he  has  established  since  coming  south,  with  those  a  bit  less  concerned  about  his  intentions  or  house  of  origin.

the  friend  of  my  brother .      or,  more  accurately,  his  cousin,  but  that  didn’t  sound  as  nice.  brandon’s  cousin  owen  was  a  member  of  the  northern  army  before  brandon  himself.  this  would  be  someone  who  knew  owen  while  he  was  alive  and  was  a  friend  of  his.

as a child, after robert’s rebellion, loras was sent to squire for renly baratheon in the stormlands - while he hated the place, longing desperately for the warmth and sunshine of the reach, he found a distraction in lord renly himself. he would never admit it aloud, but loras would go anywhere (even to the depths of the north, though loras despises the cold) if it meant being at renly's side.

loras is incredibly fond of his siblings, despite the fact that he's closer to margaery's age than his elder brothers'. he would die for any of them, and he hopes that he's proven that, not only in word, but in action. he fears they may not feel the same way about renly's quest as he does, but he hopes that he'll be able to convince them as much as he hopes to convince his grandmother of renly's capabilities.

though loras' strength and prowess with a sword is something that's unquestionable, his book smarts are lacking. when he was being tutored as a child, he always wanted to get away, frequently sneaking off to find other things to do. he much preferred to be outside, running in the gardens or practicing swordsmanship. he was a troublesome child, but, in his mind, it wasn't as if he was going to be lord of highgarden at any point - willas was the one who needed to do well in tutoring; loras wasn't even the spare to the heir. he could handle his father's disapproval, but never his grandmother's, though - she was always the person he was trying to impress.

loras truly believes that renly would make a better king than stannis. he knows that stannis' claim is too strong for renly to pass it by without major repercussions, but stannis' personality is lacking, while renly is charismatic and charming, in loras' mind. he thinks renly would make a better king, and he would admit that (albeit only to renly and loras’ own inner circle) if asked.

loras genuinely believes that he is one of the best fighters that westeros has ever seen. he knows that his reputation precedes him, as well as the fact that some believe he's a better jouster than he is a fighter, but he knows better than to take those words to heart. he knows his worth, and he believes that anyone who doesn't see that worth will be proven wrong in due time. despite knowing his own worth, though, loras is reckless, and would never turn down a challenge. he knows that this could get him into trouble, but he hasn't yet found himself in a situation he couldn't get himself out of.

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you are a beloved child of a forgotten house, so elusive that even your castle cannot be found by outsiders. some people would grow to resent the bogs, but you revel in the moss and the mud and the freedom. even as the eldest, there are not many expectations placed upon your shoulders during childhood, and you live carelessly, getting to know the dangerous paths of the neck like the palm of your hand. greywater watch is an elusive homestead, with no knights or maesters, always floating from one place to the other like it is another living, breathing animal in the swamps. 

your father gives you a spear and a net, and then a bow and arrows, and says you’ve got a knack for it. outsiders may say that crannogmen have no honour, poisoning their arrows and letting the lizard-lions deal with most of their enemies, but you know that is not true. a hunter can be as honourable as any knight, perhaps even more so, and hunting comes as naturally as breathing to you. but you’re not a fighter. for a while, that doesn’t matter. after all, the worst mistake anyone in the neck can make is trying to fight against the bogs instead of working with them. you don’t need to be a fighter. (until, of course, you do.)

here’s what you remember from childhood: green springs spent laughing alongside your brother, trying to catch frogs with bare hands, getting your hair braided by your mother’s dexterous fingers. dark nights where ale and wine are not enough to keep you warm, fireside stories that don’t let you sleep, getting lost in a patch of wilderness on the way home. jojen, with a sickly look on his face, dying. your mother, dead. all the memories bleed into each other now, love and joy almost always cutting through the grief and loneliness. 

your father once said you were just like your mother: callused hands and a soft heart. his voice was fearful but you took that as a badge of pride. you can’t stop yourself from helping people, even though the rest of westeros is not like your home, where lizard lions and treacherous paths are the only things you have to worry about. you don’t want to be a hero like the ones in the stories your father used to tell by the firelight. but even as a little, perhaps insignificant, crannogwoman, you always try to stand tall.

your little brother has enigmatic dreams and sometimes his eyes seem old beyond his years. there are times when it makes you afraid, like destiny is an arrow that could be aimed at you at any point. the moment an arrow is shot there is no stopping it, and jojen’s dreams are sharp and silvery. you never let your fear show or your smile falter, but you spend your nights wondering how you can protect your family from something as heavy as destiny. the obvious answer, written into old stories and tales, is that you can’t. it won’t stop you from trying.

there is something special in winterfell, or at least that’s what your father seems to think when he sends you there. that’s what jojen’s dreams tell him. that’s what you feel fluttering in your chest the moment you see those grey stones. if destiny really is an arrow then you can sense its aim, pointing right to your heart.

the thunderer’s crew ,      despite his peculiarities, derran is not a bad captain. he treats those in service aboard his ship fairly, though expects that they will not disappoint. it is likely that his crew can sense that something is off with their captain, if not  exactly  what it is. they would be acutely aware that derran is, like his father before him, a pious man who lives by the old way, with an mildly concerning fascination interest in life and death. 

mercy shown ,      derran isn’t known for keeping prisoners — taking them, perhaps, but not keeping them. however, there was something about this character that derran felt drawn to, or some reason that he decided they deserved his mercy. he let them go, knowing his reputation was strong enough that one story wouldn’t be believed.

not as hard as he seems ,      it would be difficult to argue that derran is a good person, but that doesn’t mean he is universally disliked. some find that, despite his reputation, they don’t particularly mind derran drumm. others find that they actually enjoy his presence ;  perhaps they’re similar to him in some way, or perhaps they simply find him curious.

a ghoulish presence ,     however, there are also those who simply find the heir of the bone hand  off putting.  perhaps it is the skeletal hand that adorns his banner, the fact that he appears just slightly too tall and too gaunt, or perhaps it is something in those startling blue eyes of his. they don’t have a concrete reason why, but something about derran makes their skin crawl.

hold out your open palm ,      derran will forever be thankful for brayden skinner, the man who guided him to the power he believes he has now. if he could offer someone the same feeling, he would love to, but it would have to be someone he both trusted completely and believed to be worthy of the drowned god’s gifts. 

a marriage stronger than iron ,      derran knows that his father is right in choosing this match for him, and he’ll play along for the sake of securing his place as the future ruling lord of old wyk. however, this is only a political transaction to him, his feelings lying elsewhere.

º   .   ♔   ⸻   the  capital  of  king’s  landing  welcomes  THEON OF HOUSE GREYJOY,  the LORD of  PYKE.  news  borne  by  a  raven  sends  word  that  he  bear(s)  a  resemblance  to  JUNG JAE WON.  the  28  year  old  MALE  is  reputed  to  be  PASSIONATE and  BUOYANT,  but  with  the  eyes  of  court  watching  their  every  move,  they  might  turn  out  to  be  INSECURE and  HAUGHTY.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  A MIRROR SHATTERED , SHARDS DRIPPING CRIMSON, A PORTRAIT AS LOST AS THE REFLECTION WITHIN | A PIECE TRYING TO FIT, IT DOESN’T BELONG | AT WAR WITH TWO SIDES,  A HOWL IN YOUR HEART,  SALT IN YOUR BLOOD ; THERE IS NO VICTORY whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  HOUSE  STARK,  where  they  conspire  to  ASSIST THE STARKS, RETURN TO THE IRON ISLANDS & PROVE HIMSELF TO HIS FAMILY (BLOOD AND NOT).  but  in  the  end  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones. 

Headcanons  ⸻

Rose Colored Memories. Balon Greyjoy knew fairly early on that his youngest son was unlike the children he previously sired. He was too compassionate, too eager to please, and too emotional for the iron blood that should have been in his veins. He discarded the boy, and focused on the three children he could make use of. Alannys Greyjoy loved her youngest son all the same, and with Balon’s absence of love she attempted to compensate (she could never quite tip the scales, though she did succeed in citing the envy of her elder children. they all knew who mother’s favorite was). Theon, only a child, did not understand why his father never so much as glanced his way, why his siblings barely tolerated his presence, and why his father was so eager to pawn off the son he never had use of. Theon looks back on his time in Pyke with rose colored glasses and unhealthy idolization. He was too young to see the true picture of the life he lived. When asked about his time in Pyke and his family, he would say his brothers and uncle were far too playful sometimes (they weren’t cruel, they weren’t bullies, it was all well meaning fun), his mother was a wonderful storyteller (she wasn’t losing her mind, she always recognized him, why wouldn’t she?) and father mourned the loss of three sons, not two (he loved theon. he truly did! any bruises left on his skin were meant to make theon tougher, to make him strong. and his father never turned a blind eye to his tears because theon had never cried). 

A Fruitless Rebellion. Theon recalls the day with a vivid clarity in his mind. His elder brothers were dead, his mother was his tears, and his father’s dreams had been crushed into ash. He had attempted to comfort the man, only to be swatted away and stumble into his weeping mother’s arms. The bargain had been struck behind closed doors, and Theon had not been privy to the brokered deal deciding his fate. His mother had told him between her sobs, and Theon tried his very hardest not to shed any tears for the sake of his mother (and for the sake of his father as well, because iron born men did not cry). Theon had desperately tried to meet his father’s eyes, but the man did not spare him a glance. In his stead, he met the eyes of a man that Theon later found out was called Eddard Stark. Warm eyes despite his attire meant for the cold, he held gaze with the frightened child and Theon, for the first time, felt seen. More than a burden, more than a child to protect, but as a person. At the time he didn’t understand the feeling, deeming it strange, and unlike anything he had ever known before. It was a long time before he realized that gaze was a trait, but not of the North.  

Stranger in a Strange Land. The North was terribly cold. It was Theon’s first observation upon arrival to Winterfell but far from his last. The people acted strangely, he was their hostage and yet all he had ever known of the word appeared incorrect. Did hostage have the same meaning in the North as it did in the Iron Islands? In Pyke, a hostage meant shackles, a cell, lackluster food if any at all, and a clear lack of freedom. That could not be said for Winterfell, at least for the ten year old child who had played no part in his father’s uprising. Instead Theon was given warm furs, a room of his own, schooling and a friend in the form of Robb Stark. His memory was scarce on how the friendship came to be, only that it had never felt like obligation and it had made him feel safer than any hostage should have felt. 

Panopticon. It was with age that Theon began to learn, though vastly different from the ways of the Iron Islands, that the North did have shackles upon him nonetheless. Despite being treated as a ward in most respects (for which he should have been more grateful then he was), there were many ways to remember he was, just as well. a hostage to the North. A walking reminder came in the form of Jon Snow, the bastard son of Eddard Stark. What Theon first saw as favoritism, he later learned was indifference. Catelyn Stark favored her own children as any mother would, and in her eyes, neither Theon Greyjoy nor Jon Snow had a place in Winterfell. The worst of it was when other Lords and Ladies would visit Winterfell. He and Jon would be ushered away, out of sight or in the back of the room like they were some dirty secret the Starks kept behind locked doors. It was far easier taking out the ire he had on the bastard, and so Theon did. With taunts and cruelties he knew would hurt the lad the most. 

Hidden Afflictions. Distorting the past was far easier than the present. The Starks were his captors and he should have detested them, despite being aware of this (how it should have been) Theon knew it wasn’t true. Jon Snow was a target for his anger, and a rival (in the iron islands that would have been it, nothing more) but Jon Snow was also fun. Not only in his teasing and prodding (though those played a part as well) but as someone to challenge Theon, to be honest with in a way he could with little others. Little Rickon who toddled after him even when Lady Catelyn called him not to, with the most efficacious smile a toddler could possibly have. Little Bran, who Theon was sure would not remain so little, he would spring up like a weed and outgrow them all. He was already climbing to greater heights than the rest of them, it would only fit. There was Arya, who had a better aim than either of her brothers (not that theon would ever tell them, he would be admitting to seeing her practice weaponry). Sansa was more distant than the rest, much like her own mother, but Theon still remembered when she had only begun needlepoint. To this day, he didn’t know what possessed him when he offered his own clothes for her to practice (especially not when he purposely cut a hole into his own favorite shirt for her to fix up, but she’d been so delighted so there was no regret). Friendship with Robb Stark hadn’t been a choice, not a responsibility, and if Theon had given it a word to it he would have chosen honor. Someone to josh with, who wanted nothing in return but friendship, someone who cared what happened to Theon probably more than anyone he’d ever known (he’d like to think if his father did try a rebellion again, Robb would fight for his life but it was something Theon would never dare to ask). 

Heart in the North. When Eddard Stark became the hand of the king, Theon didn’t think much of it. It seemed more natural than not. If anything, little Sansa becoming a princess was more interesting news (not by much, it was fitting for her frankly). Then King Robert Baratheon was murdered, Eddard Stark was put on trial and Theon felt fear like he had never known before. It was more than the day Balon’s rebellion failed, when he’d lost his brothers and his home. Not only was Lord Stark at risk but Sansa and Arya as well. The thoughts were suffocating. Theon imagined never seeing Sansa and Arya ever again, he had always thought he’d watch them grow, see who they would become. He imagined never seeing Eddard Stark ever again, nevermore seeking his advice, never again seeing a fatherly gaze (he remembered meeting those eyes for the first time. that day when his father had refused to see theon, ned never hesitated). Winterfell was not his home, and the Starks were not his family.  So why did even the thought of their loss hurt so much more than any heartache he’d ever known? 

Loyalty in a War(d): The first time Theon received word of Eddard Stark’s survival, it had felt like a dream. If not for the wilting presence of Jaime Lannister, it would have felt far too surreal to be true. The sentencing was unkind but Ned Stark remained breathing, and that produced more relief than Theon could believe. Calling Robb Stark ‘King of the North’ came as easily as the breath in his lungs. It made think of his own father, and for the first time experienced seeds of doubt for the man’s actions. Balon Greyjoy struggled with something Theon had found terribly simple. Bending a knee to a remarkable man wasn’t an act that needed twice of thought, let alone a rebellion. Perhaps Robert Baratheon was not the great man that Robb Stark was? Or perhaps Theon Greyjoy was not the same man Balon Greyjoy was. Did this make him stronger of a man, or weaker of one? 

Plot Points⸻

An extension of the first plot point, is Theon’s warring viewpoint of what he was taught in the Iron Islands vs what he was taught in Winterfell. When Robb Stark is called King of the North, pledging fealty to him comes naturally to Theon, which makes him wonder why his father struggled so terribly with it (though struggling may be an understatement). He’s wondering if loyalty is something that makes him a weaker man than his father, or a stronger one? Is kneeling a weakness or a strength? Are the Starks his family or his captors? 

QUICK  FACTS  :

 as  some  of  y’all  have  already  heard,  rhae  is  basically  my  criticism  on  capitalism.  she’s  an  older  char  of  mine,  so  i  have  a  lot  of  hc’s  for  her  and  probs  could  spam  u  with  them.

 call  her  rhaella  bezos.  call  her  rhaella  musk.  call  her  a  tywin  lannister  kinnie.  all  of  them  would  be  accurate  and  i  hate  her  for  it!!!!

 has  probably  had  a  full  time  job  since  she  was  like  .  8

 very  competent  tho!  she  is  THE  definition  of  gaslight  gatekeep  girlboss

 remember  king’s  landing  in  the  show  /  books?  she’s  done  now.  she’s  over.  maybe  rhae  is  a  capitalist  but  she’s  invested  a  lot  of  the  crowns  money  back  into  the  city,  the  crownlands,  and  every  now  and  then,  the  rest  of  the  kingdom.  

 basically  put  a  lot  of  smallfolk  to  work  for  very  small  salaries.  the  bezos  comparison  is  not  a  joke,  king’s  landing  is  now  an  amazon  warehouse  <3

 she’s  only  24  but  has  a  very  boomer  attitude.  through  hard  work  anything  is  possible  (  says  the  princess  born  into  money  )

 likely  has  some  trade  deals  set  up  with  most  southern  regions.  if  ur  a  ruling  lord  /  lady  /  lx,  rhae  is  gonna  come  pester  you  at  some  point  <3

 takes  like  one  day  a  week  off  at  most  BUT!  she’s  very  Work  Hard,  Play  Hard

 when  rhae  is  off  the  job.  she  goes  wild!!!  loves  a  good  party  and  fun

 she’s  rarely  off  the  job  tho