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♛   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

↳ height; 1.93 cm / 6’4” . ↳ eye color; blue with specs of brown in the left eye. ↳ hair color; silver / white. ↳ distinguishing marks; several scars across his back. ↳ face claim; henry cavill in the witcher.

♛   PERSONALITY

↳ alignment; chaotic good. ↳ star sign; scorpio. ↳ positives; forthright, fearless, ambitious, strong-willed, cunning, honest. ↳ negatives; acerbic, ruthless, perfectionist, private, sarcastic, temperamental.

♛   ABOUT

second son of Lady Ariyana Harlaw nee Merlyn and seemingly of Lord Rodrik Harlaw though in fact his father is Lord Rodrik’s brother, Kyllan Harlaw

lord Rodrik was always very strict in his boys’ upbringing, raising them as true ironborn, as he should. each of them was expected to excel in everything, with no exceptions, and the same rule applied to his daughters

Aldirc, however, was essentially raised by his biological father, his uncle, when he was sent to work and live on his ship from a young age

his uncle, Lord Kyllan, was a notorious captain, his longship known throughout Westeros for its beauty, speed, and durability. his Black Pearl, as he called her, was passed to Aldric to captain when he turned seventeen, though Kyllan was still the one to captain per Aldric’s request

they were captured, once, when Aldric was eleven. him and four other children were taken hostages which lasted for months until they were eventually rescued by Lord Kyllan and his men

his uncle was gravely injured during the rebellion battles. It was then he told him the truth about himself and Lady Ariyana. it was impossible to process as, being entirely religious, he asked him to let him drown and not die by a sword (even on a ship)

even though he has spent all of his life on a ship, the Black Tide as he later called her, Aldric is always present when his siblings need him, especially for his little sister

fearing that his second son will end up like his brother, unwed and childless, even while ill, his father has finally arranged a betrothal. though it finds him uninterested, he is not one to oppose what is best for House Harlaw, especially given what his brother has in plan

lady Ariyana is quite displeased with the chosen bride to be, however, commenting about how her favorite son will be forced to wed the witch’s daughter who cursed the whole of Farwynd family

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full name:  cyra ( sigh-ra ) tully.

nickname:  cy.

official title: ruling lady of riverrun, lady paramount of the trident.

age:  forty one.

gender + pronouns:  cis  woman  +  she/her.

orientation: lesbian.

allegiance:  house tully.

spoken language:  common tongue.

religion:  the  faith  of  the  seven.

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faceclaim: mozhan marnò.

eye color: brown.

hair color:  brown.

dominant hand: left.

height:  5′10″.

build: slim.

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father:  ruling lord grover tully, deceased at 50.

mother:  ruling lady shera tully nee tbd, deceased at 29.

siblings:  none.

relationship status:  happily married to the ruling lady tully nee arryn.

children:  sabine massey nee tully, kasia tully, & tbd.

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weapon of choice:  her words but she's also secretly good with a sword.

moral alignment:  chaotic good.

inspired by:  catelyn stark / brienne of tarth, rosa vasquez ( shazam ), eowyn ( lotr ), bail organa ( star wars ).

common tropes:  i am not my father, mama bear, the power of family.

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cyra was the only child born to the ruling lord and lady of riverrun. her father was very obviously upset over the birth of a daughter, especially when they'd been trying for years and their victory came in the form of a curly haired lady. she grew up constantly trying to prove her father wrong, except in ways she found represented her - so when he would arrive home with a suitor, it was common for her to roll her eyes and question if they could best her in battle, she would be theirs. the situation ever only went two ways, the first in which they would call her mad and be on their way... the second would take her up on the challenge. there was only ever once she was beaten in combat but simply replied, " you have earned my respect, my lord, but my heart is not easily won. " ( would loooove a plot for this like suitor turned bestie who she respects a lot hello ?? )

she was a spitting image of her mother, more so in her attitude and free spirit than the curls that often appeared red in the sun. those curls, those beautiful curls that she came to be known for were from her father and it created a resentment in her that he was never able to compliment them like her mother often would. losing her mother so young was one of the hardest things cyra had to go through, especially with her father's distance. she did not care what other lords or ladies thought of her but her father's constant disapproval caused whatever motivation she had to be his perfect daughter out the window. it didn't help that everything she defied him in was something that made her genuinely happier - not worrying about being his heir, who she would marry or what would be of her because she would make it so.

from that moment on, she was adamant about living the life she chose. she did not care for status or power but warmth in her bed and love in her heart. cyra began to spend time devoting to the only orphanage in the riverlands and would spend coin to give them better resources, much to her father's dislike. when the aldrich family was lost to a fire and their daughter left an orphan, cyra didn't hesitate to offer the lady kasia an opportunity to join house tully. she wanted to give her wealth to those who needed it most and give love to those who had lost their own. not a replacement, gods no, but a safe home with someone who cares for them. cyra never expected to one day be called mother, but it was certainly one of the best days of her life. she did the same when she found sabine and gave the same offer to them as well as every other child welcomed into the tully home, coming to adore all her children with her entire heart.

the baratheon rebellion complicated things. her father would display her like a prize to be won and she had never felt so angry. angry that his desperation was so obvious and that she was who had to suffer for the betterment of their house. if their house relied on her misery, then it would die with her and never be carried on ever again. maybe that's what her father deserved. despite her own anger, cyra had a future to focus on with her children and wanted to do whatever could be best for them. however, this entire time she had fought so hard against betrothals for multiple reasons but the strongest was she herself was in love. there would be no match for her other than the lady arryn and she wouldn't hear anything else.

the greatest surprise yet was her father's approval. cyra gives credit to her wife for the moment, thinking it was due to marrying a house in equal standing ( even more so with their baratheon alliance ). she had waited her entire life to receive his approval and had felt proud of him for the first time ever when he decided to fight with their forces. cyra remembers the night she waited in their hall, staring at the door and feeling the sadness wash over her when one of their advisors broke the news of his death. they had always had a complicated relationship but cyra mourned him greatly.

in the years after, cyra has made it a priority to give her family the opportunities she was never given. " family, honor, duty... those are house tully's words. never forget what word comes first. " she would often tell her children as they grew, always honoring where they came from while teaching them about their house and the values she had. they could either call her cyra or another term of endearment if mother was too strong - and yet, they all warmed to the word in time. she never stopped donating to the orphanage and does her best to keep a mind of what's happening in the riverlands. cyra is incredibly prideful of her home, her family, and how far she's come.

cyra is an extrovert at heart but rarely has the desire to converse with strangers... or most lords, honestly. she often finds herself bored with court discussions and things of the southern region, having a big distaste for house baratheon but she tries to be polite. is a huge momma bear even if you're not her children and is an incredibly safe space for talking shit about the king ! she thinks most traditions are stupid and is kind of judgmental about a lot ... also if you are mean to people in front of her, she'll remember and she'll make sure you know she remembers.

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wanted connections.

suitors / failed betrothals from her youth. preferably 40+ but could be a bit younger, she just would have been a little meaner about it !

alliance besties. cyra is not a schemer by any means, but westeros is annoying in some of its traditions and laws so these would be people who are like minded in that sense or essentially people who just think the king kinda sucks !

enemies. could be people who offered suitors for her kids and she was like nah, maybe someone she made fun of for something idk she does that a lot, or someone she won a bet over ? idk you tell me !

an old sparring partner. cyra is secretly an incredible swordsmen and used to train frequently as a young girl, so i imagine this is someone she bragged about being able to beat in a duel and either did so or got close ! she hasn't trained in years and it would be cool if they hadn't seen each other in a while and the first time they meet again they're like " wanna duel ?? 👀 "

name : marilda hightower, née celtigar. alias : mar. dob & age : seventh day of the sixth month; forty-two. gender and pronouns : cis woman; she / her. orientation : biromantic & bisexual. occupation : ruling lady hightower; was once a maid of honor for queen daenera targaryen. marital status : married to uthor hightower for twenty years. children : liela waters (21); from the hightower brood: owain (18), daenera "dany" (16), triston (13), orys (10), ceryse (8), bryndon (6). religious affiliation : the faith of the seven. pets : tba spoken languages : the common tongue, high valyrian, some bastardized versions of valyrian (lyseni, some bravoosi). appearance : long golden blonde hair; indigo eyes; 5'8. inspirations : tba zodiac : gemini sun, aries rising and sagittarius moon moral alignment : personality trait :

tw: pregnancy, child endargement and cruelty, parental abuse, arranged marriage.

lord aeron celtigar is a well known man — his fame is great for his wealth as well as for his sourness. however, not one nor the other mattered as much as his role: the old crab retained his position on the targaryen council since he was young for his way with money, an ability that maintained the coffers of the red keep always at least half-full.

marilda was his first daughter, and, from the moment she learned how to speak, one of the biggest thorns on his side. impetuous, loud and self-willed, she would not rest until she got what she wanted which, often, went right against what her father wanted. in claw isle, she'd get to all sorts of trouble: pestering the servants as they did their duty, stealing away horses, sneaking into visiting ships and begging captains how to sail herself.

as a means of easing the brat and keeping an eye on her, aeron brought her to court as a tween to serve as maid of honor to queen daenera. the queen, sweet and pliant, took the girl as her own but the effect daenera had on marilda was hardly the placating sort. though she learned all of the arts of the court, she also followed all of her passions, something that culminated when, at her early twenties, the grand maester announced marilda was with child.

whose child? she would not say. it was certainly not her betrothed's, the young lord hightower. eventually, it did not matter. she was whisked away to claw isle, her pregnancy kept hidden under several layers of clothing and, when the babe came to life, the child was given the surname waters. but of course, the babe was not to be marilda's bastard. no, lord aeron took it as his — as if anyone would ever go near his wilting corpse, marilda counter-attacked — and decided to finally ship marilda away to hightower, for her husband to handle; she was not to come back to court nor claw isle until he saw fit. if she refused, he swore he'd drown the child on the blackwater bay himself, and marilda would be next.

his convincing argument worked. she married uthor, even if she kept a pout about it for a good part of their first year as married folk; eventually, he won her over, giving her a proper courting, affection and an autonomy marilda had craved for years under her father's thumb. as lady hightower she became interested in the functions of oldtown; it was not the targaryen court, but there was plenty for her to marvel about. over the years, she's gained the reputation of being both a model and a benefactor to many artists and erudites, being used as the face for the mother, receiving plentiful book of hours in her honor and being claimed as a sort of model for good women, gods-fearing and good wives.

she enjoys the façade, truly. though she has learned to enjoy motherhood, there is always some sort of mask she's learned to use. she doesn't have to kick and scream to get her way anymore, as there other ways of getting what she wants, and she is hardly ever without getting what she wants, too. after twenty years as lady hightower, she's also learned patience, and, as much as she loathes to agree with her father, that she has a higher responsibility, that to her family, to her husband and her children. 

it was for them that she remained in distance during the rebellion, stuck within the hightower, watching as her former mistress and the children she knew as infants flee in order to save themselves from a horrible end. in fact, for her own family, she did worse: she laid on thick her loyalty to the new king, turning her back to both the targaryens and the celtigar (the later of which did bring her a spark of joy, but she wouldn't speak of it), smiling her way through the coronation of the stag king. 

Such love he bore Vexanna, it drove him half to madness; Ayenna favoured by him despite the venom the lady Hirine, her father’s rock wife whispered in any ear that cared to listen; she, so very alike her mother and always at her side, flaming brighter than her even, a quiet, strange child, with strangely bright eyes and flame in her smile. Ayenna clung to her Lady Mother as shadow clings to body, and learned of her, in the the shadows, the old magic that pulsed in her veins; the lady Vexanna, so very beautiful, it stopped the breath, too often whispered, the only truth she meant to let into her heart was by her lips. 

Yet soon, the madness overtook the Lord Ygon, and with it, a terrible, unnatural fever seized him; his sons and daughters, had been dying by such strange a fever too since the beginnings of that dreadful winter; and then, those whispers, became howls, became fury in the mouth of the Drowned God priest, poison and malice flung against the lady Vexanna and her child, accused of cursing their blood and land with ill intent. Half delirious with pain and grief, the lord Ygon, unable to take her life, banished her mother to exile beyond the Sunset Sea.

Ayenna, with mother gone, was left with nothing but the shadows she had left behind to drown their shared chambers, and dark, bitter fury rose in her heart like a flood, with every insult flung her Mother’s way, every abuse done her in the shadows. Her father did not take long to recover; and with him back to full health, another sort of madness overtook him, his heart forever seized by dark, cold grief and furious rage that nothing ever seemed to be able to soothe with Vexanna gone by his own hand. His love for Ayenna flamed, too brightly, but he could not bear to look upon her face, and treated her with such cruel, sharp detachment, it made her rage only grow, the only joy given to her, by the savage execution father ordered upon his priest that had shrieked venom and driven him to send his love away. 

Before the Summer came, the lady Hirine was dead in her bed. That, too, gave her such joy that she did not bother hide. Her brothers hated her for it; so did her sister. 

Later, she was sent to be fostered upon the island of Harlaw for a moon, where her lady aunt dwelt, and her lord father would not have to look upon a face that grieved him so; Ayenna went where she was told obediently; apathetically; nothing mattered but Mother’s truth and the Great One that would come to cleanse the world from all falsehoods and bring with it the promised Long Night. 

Ayenna cared for nothing but the power that burned coldly in her blood and the Fate mother had too often promised.

She dabbled in the shadows with her God, and waited. Father tried to give her away for bride to the Volmarks, but the man she was meant to marry, vanished in the waves beyond the Shivering Sea; his ship never to be recovered.

Later, she was given for bride to the Drumms. Her betrothal lasted far too long with her lord too often far away to the seas, but once returned to the Iron Isles, a great feasting was held for them; her older sister, widowed and childless, plied him with rum and ales and took her betrothed to the bed that night, with ill intent and spiteful purpose, making sure the whole of the Lonely Light would know.

The betrothal broke and her sister was given to the only man she had ever loved for wife, instead, with new life swelling her belly.

Apathetically, she did not fight it. 

Now, too long left without husband and children, she has been betrothed to lord Aldric Harlaw of the Ten Towers ( @aldricharlaw ) and sent to meet him upon the Mainland where he’s been summoned by his older brother, Dramon. 

name : lynara stark. alias : nara, the northern dove, the comely wolf. dob & age : twelfth day of the third moon; twenty - eight. gender and pronouns : cis woman; she / her. orientation : biromantic & bisexual. occupation : princess of westeros, lady stark. marital status : married betrothed to prince harlon baratheon. religious affiliation : the old gods by birth, though she should be expected to convert to the seven soon enough. spoken language : the common tongue. direwolf : autumn — she has yellow-red colored fur, golden eyes and is rather mercurial: while usually quiet and docile, but she can become aggressive if roused with. often stays within lynara's chambers in the keep, only permitted a leashed walk per day. pets : tba. appearance : long, wavy, voluminous, light brown hair, gray-green eyes, high forehead and thin eyebrows, freckled cheeks; 5'4, lithe. zodiac : pisces sun, libra rising, cancer moon. moral alignment : lawful good. personality traits : people-pleasing, insecure, punctilious, nurturing, overly-emotional, perfectionist, curious, quixotic, loquacious. inspirations : sansa stark (!!!), isabel madrigal, primrose everdeen, susan pevensie, padme amidala, mary queen of scots & mary tudor queen of france.

trigger warning for : anxiety, parental + child death, grief, arranged marriage, religion.

the eldest trueborn daughter of the former lord stark and his lady wife, lynara's birth was a joyful occasion. she was named after the woman from whom the current stark line descends, something that was not thoughtless — her parents envisioned a great future for her from birth.

for all of their well-wishes, lynara was rather soft. she took to songs and music, sewing and dancing, and to talk of unpleasant things, real things, often led her to tears. a thing of the south, it was said, not with a good ring to it.

neverthless, unlike her sisters, she was joyful to take to the "feminine arts" and matters of the household, becoming a notorious harp-player, having a songbird's voice, making the most beautiful embroidery in winterfell and insisting on being her mother's mini-me, content on parentifying her siblings as if prepparing for her own hord of children.

above all, she was tender-hearted. from the age of three, whatever wounded animal she found would be hastily brought home, teary eyes begging the maester to remedy its pain — something that would not stop as she grew. she had a tendency for strays, for welcoming even those she should not and make them her own. it was that the fate of her gathering of ladies — a lannister and an arryn, a most unlikely pair to reside on the walls of winterfell — and, when the rebellion was finished, of the ironborn boy brought as the king's hostage.

calon greyjoy was not to be a prisioner in the harsh sense of the word, but in every other. it was a sort of rebellion of her own, one she would struggle with, as her heart began to stir for him. it could never be, yet, within winterfell, they were. it was easy to forget letters to her betrothed when her heart was so full and her attention so otherwise captured.

the illness that spread across the north was unforgiving, and her father's death, as was her goodsister and nephew's, was a huge blow to her. for all of their differences, she had been a most beloved child, who was ever eager to please and his loss is still greatly felt. she has only stopped wearing mourning clothes during the voyage south, and it still feels somewhat disrespectful.

none of the north are particularly happy about her engagement to the prince, despite the friendship between the king and the former lord stark — neither is lynara, at odds about being ripped from everything and everyone she knows, anxious about all the change and, most of all, for a marriage to a prince she knows so little of, whom she can not love.

but she knows better and smiles bright and talks sweetly and tries to be positive. she has always upheld the expectations at home, even when she felt alone and sticking out from the steely winter roses, but it's all different in the south. she feels as if there's another sort expectation she may not live up to, that she may be woefully unprepared for and that she will, again, stick out in the worst of ways.

NAME. helna redfort. AGE. twenty nine. GENDER. cis woman. PRONOUNS. she / her. TITLE. lady of the vale. HOUSE. house redfort. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. straight.

at only a few years of age helna lost both her parents, her mother to childbirth when her younger sibling was born - her father following shortly after. it's said he died of a broken heart. as the middle child to the late ruling lord and his wife, helna was always a handful growing up - especially prone to acting out because of their unstable childhood. looking up to her older brother, now ruling lord, as both a big brother and father figure all in one, helna idolised him and continues to to this day even if she doesn't always agree with his actions.

despite the tragedy in her childhood, helna has adapted her playful nature even as an adult. she's care free when she's able to be and has a natural way of putting the people around her at ease. her playfulness has been known to get her into trouble on more than one occasion, more than once leading on a lord or two with no intention of following through.

NAME. liron forrester. NICKNAMES. ron, li. GENDER. cis man. he / him. AGE. 32. SEXUALITY. hetrosexual. STATUS. unmarried. lover to naia goodbrother nee sparr. HOURS OF SLEEP. four. EMOTIONAL STABILITY. 6 / 10

both his parents were overjoyed when they found out they were expecting their first son and liron did not disappoint when he arrived. born a happy healthy baby boy, the young lord was raised surrounded by love and care. he grew into his role, never putting a toe wrong, always ready to ensure his house was thought of with fondness ( or as much as it could be. )

as a child he had many friends across the north, wherever his father went he would follow. but over time this became less about having friends and more about desperation - a need to feel seen and make his mark. liron became hungry for more power, power in which his house did not quite possess - instead he chose to seek friends in high places to work his way to the top. for a while the need for such power clouded his judgement and in turn made him some enemies along the way.

it was when he met the ruling lady naia goodbrother nee sparr that his intentions changed - instead he wanted to prove himself good enough for her. though she became someone else's wife and hurt was endured along the way, liron's heart remains with her even now and because of this he avoids any conversation regarding a betrothal for himself.

a betrothal of his own was set up a few years ago which he intentionally sabotaged due to his loyalties to naia, because of this his relationship with his parents is a little rough around the edges - though they love him they are unable to side with him when it comes to many of his decisions.

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name : royce caron (formerly storm). alias : roy, the bastard of nightsong (formerly), big headed oaf (by his darling wife). dob & age : thirty - five. gender and pronouns : cis man; he/him. orientation : heteromantic & bisexual. occupation : ruling lord caron, lord of the marches, knight of the seven kingdoms. marital status : married to lady vysena caron, née hightower. children : bryce (6) and bryanne (4). religious affiliation : the faith of the seven; particularly faithful to the smith and the warrior. spoken language : the common tongue. pets : tba. appearance : dark blond hair, kept short; his beard is scruffy, but trimmed weekly so it does not grow out much. his face has a couple of scars from a joust's mishap, and his body has several more from years of combat and the occasional brawl. blue eyes; 6'3, muscular. zodiac : taurus / fire sign moral alignment : tba personality traits : tba inspirations : rolland storm; owain, jasper and henry tudor; charles brandon, duke of suffolk, tba

td;lr

his dad never sired legitimate children, and brought in his bastards to be raised in nightsong (did the bare bare minimum)

when he was 11, he was sent to squire to orys baratheon. #dadfigure, stayed with the then lord and supported him martially through the war, becoming commandant in several battles.

orys legitimazed him and his sisters after becoming king. when his father finally dies, he takes over nightsong, by then in debt. orys decides to marry him to a very wealthy house, eventually settling by the hightowers.

him & vysena have been married for around seven years now. as long as she keeps him in the dark regarding her true intentions, things are working out just fine. what could possibly be wrong when you're on the good side of a good king like orys the first?

proper bio

trigger warning : infertility discussion, childbirth, stillbirth, miscarriage, cheating, parental neglect, death, arranged marriage.

though ronnet caron made a decent marriage, some forty years ago, his marriage bed was doomed to be barren. any child conceived would soon meet their almighty maker before birth, and, once or twice, before the babe’s second name day. the only children born strong were those born out of the lord’s wedlock, scattered around the stormlands; some made it to his doorstep, swaddled swiftly in the expectation of charity from the man who had begotten them. out of spite for his wife, ronnet usually took them in.

royce would be one of those fortunate abandoned bastards at nightsong — the first, for all accounts, if only because his mother, a lady’s maid from the ruling lady, passed from childbed fever. the appreciation a father would have for his first born son was a shallow thing: he was raised within the household not as a lord, but an underfoot storm, his status as a possible heir only acknowledged on the letters and numbers taught by the castle’s maester and a weekly supper at his father’s chambers. the rest of his days were spent with the staff of the castle, mostly with the master of arms and the stewart, both of which were prompt to have him succeed them on their roles one day.

when roy turned ten or eleven, his stepmother got pregnant once more. wishing that his presence would not disturb an apparent last chance to get a proper heir, he was sent to storm’s end to squire under one of the baratheon lords — luck would have it that orys would win the boy’s guardianship over a hand of cards. this time, roy would find that he was really fortunate. despite his young age and low status, orys took him on eagerly, dragging the boy around everywhere; roy didn’t mind the menial work of a squire, as he was treated the same as any proper lordling, and, with time, even better. orys took a liking to him, and, when his stepmother passed and the child with her, refused to return royce to his father. roy couldn’t care less, content to accompany the king in all of his pastimes, that would soon become his own.

at twenty years old, the king’s honor is felled by the mad targaryen and roy is beside his liege. after two years on the battlefield, he is a prestigious part of the coronation ceremony of orys baratheon, first of his name. for a few months, he considers pledging for the white cloaks — it wouldn’t be much different from the last decade of his life, he’d reckon, and they would have no issue accepting a bastard of a storm lord but, instead, orys signed the paper that would change his life: his legitimacy. with his father still alive, however, roy couldn’t afford to care to return to storm’s end. there was a golden life for him at king’s landing; even if he struggled to understand the intricate politics, something neither his father nor overlord bothered to include him in during his early life, he thrived in mostly everything else, enjoying the attention and the parade of entertainment available to a lordling.

when his father died, five years after the war was won, he took a leave from court to sort out the matters at nightsong. unwilling to follow his father’s footsteps, his first arrangement was to his sisters — they were both sent to noblehouses, one of them with one of orys’ daughters, so they would gain better upbringing, position and visibility. then, he had to deal with the books in tatters his father had left out, a crumbling heritage after years of gambling and bad enterprises. for years, roy had fought for his own place, for a piece of nightsong, and now that he had it, he received it in shambles. one last fucking gift from ronnet caron.

he can barely keep a straight face at court. the king helps — orys is most generous to those he loves and to those who pander to him — and he gains several offices around the court, though the king wishes for a more permanent option: marriage. one last double-edged fortune is found when he is demanded to marry vysena hightower. demanded, because he’d always swear he’d only do it because the king wished to, but she’s wormed her way into his affections, one sharp joke at a time. two children later, there’s a much necessary stability around nightsong, a family he’s never truly known and wants more of.