WINTER&#x27;S LADY

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alys karstark, winter’s lady.

alys, do you swear to share your fire with sigorn, and warm him when the night is dark and full of terrors? till his blood is boiling.

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A Song of Forgotten Characters ❧ ALYS KARSTARK

Jon turned to Alys Karstark. “My lady. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“You’re not scared?”

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.” The snowflakes were melting on her cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somewhere, and the snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown. Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled.

“Winter’s lady.” Jon squeezed her hand. ― Jon X, A Dance with Dragons.

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HOUSE OF LADIES WEEK 2020 ❧ Day 7: Free choice - Minor houses of the North

DAUGHTERS OF THE NORTH

Meera Reed | Alys Karstark | Maege, Dacey, Alysane and Lyanna Mormont | Jeyne Poole | Wylla and Wynafryd Manderly

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Teenage girls of A Song of Ice and Fire

#PORTRAITS.#winter’s queue. ( absent. )

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“You’re not scared?” The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. “Let him be scared of me.” The snowflakes were melting onher cheeks, but her hair was wrapped in a swirl of lace that Satin had found somehwere, and snow had begun to collect there, giving her a frosty crown.Her cheeks were flushed and red, and her eyes sparkled. “Winter’s lady,” Jon squeezed her hand.

make me choose: @themockingpoint asked ~~wylla manderly~~ or alys karstark

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JUST DROPPING A QUICK POST to apologise for my absence. Those who have followed me for some time know that my work schedule can get intense sometimes, and all these recent changes forced us to adjust our work schedules and it’s just all been bleh. I will be back this weekend to respond to all the IMs, replies and Discord stuff I received. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you are all keeping safe and healthy :)

#also ALSO #did anyone read the new hunger games book?#that shit brutal and cray

Yes, I am the worst. The Worst (trademark). In all seriousness, I am sorry for neglecting this place so badly. I will return some time soon, but I won’t definitively say anything just in case my job becomes too much again ;) Just wanted to drop by and let you know that I’m around. And I hope you are all staying safe and healthy <3

#OUTOFKARHOLD.

#asoiaf rp #got rp #dracharenae #EDITS.#of winter woods sharp and cold a lone howl mangles you down. ( alys and rhaenys. )#( ayyyyyy!!! )#( I spent way too much time on this tbh )#( but WORTH IT! )#( dorne. king's landing and the north: almost all bases covered. )#( I have a dragonstone-based idea too )#( but I am saving it for the next edit. )

of winter woods, SHARP and cold, a lone howl mangles you down; from the sky, red and glowing, the fire sings in VENOM drowned.

･ﾟ: * ･ﾟ:* –––––– ✼ ❛ ALYS KARSTARK && RHAENYS TARGARYEN ❜

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#OUTOFKARHOLD.#THANKS RENLY!#( yes this is a legit tag on my blog now )

@dracharenae made me laugh so hard on discord that the tea I was drinking actually dribbled down my chin to all over one of my favourite pyjama sweater like a dumb toddler.

THANKS RENLY!

*side-eyes @kinginthcsouth*

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dracharenae

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒.

✹ — praise the gods … the fear of being trapped by twittery ladies inclined to modest conversation had been a powerful one at the start of the day, but alys karstark has done well to set rhaenys’ nerves at ease, and the smile that expands over her features grows more mischievous by the second. more so, a little gasp embedded with theatrics befalls from her rose-hued lips. “ oh, by the seven … the north is far more barbaric than i could have ever believed … i feel faint, my dear lady alys …” she says, unable to conceal the softened giggle behind her playful words. it is true that the south thinks poorly of the north and the rumors revolving their customs are hardly kind, but the same can be said for the south from the view of the north - particularly where the targaryens are concerned. her mouth opens to make a few quips regarding targaryens and their secret dragon races held in the dungeons when, suddenly, the conversation finds itself upon a more serious note; in somber tale of lore. rhaenys instantly perks, her eyes widening with interest as alys tells her the stories of the north. although grim and rather morbid, rhaenys’ interest does not falter and the sound she makes when alys in shrug concludes her story is one of sincere disappointment. “ i certainly wouldn’t weep for them. and i can only hope that their punishment was long-lasting, so they could truly pay for their crimes. ” she purses her lips. “ would it be too forward of me if i admit your stories surpass any tales of dragons and silver haired conquers and those fiendishly dull things ? ? ? ”

rhaenys’ shoulders lift into an idle shrug. she has long since acknowledged that the fate of who would have her hand ( and body, given she would be his broodmare ) was not in her control, as proven by the countless council meetings regarding her possible matches. here or there rhaegar would pay heed to her suggestions, but this is more so out of his polite nature than sincere consideration. meanwhile, aegon sits upon the council and lists off countless names for maidens of his choosing and they all nod their heads in approval. bastards, all of them. “ my father likes the idea of joining the north and the south. prince viserys is already engaged to princess arianne of dorne, so the king sets his sights to the north. truth be told, i think being the bride to a northerner sounds superior to some southern pansy, ” rhaenys says, and then finds herself laughing more openly at alys’ suggestion. “ three northern husbands, my lady ? ? ? how gracious and honorable of you to volunteer them, surely with no ulterior motive. what an alliance that would be. how shall i divide my time between them … ” rhaenys pauses, brow raising as she notes the absolute horror glazed across alys’ features. “ oh - forgive me, my lady, i was merely teasing you. ” still, rhaenys’ curiosity is piqued by alys’ reaction. “ you would not wish to pursue my brother ? ? ? you may answer truthfully. he’s a pain in my arse, honestly, so you may speak freely. ”

“My stories are RARER, perhaps,” Alys responded graciously — far more graciously than she thought herself capable of being. “But there is nothing boring about Aegon’s Conquest either. When I was playing with my brothers when I was little, I would pretend to be Visenya while one of them would be Vhagar, and I would ‘FLY’ on his back.” Her lips twisted in a wry smile. Targaryens had brought many things to Westeros, half of them quite UNFLATTERING, but no one could accuse them of being uninteresting. Her father’s voice, whispering SOLEMNLY in her ear to be careful around the royal family was fading with each step they took away from the castle and deeper into the gardens. She feared one day in the future, that she may come to rue letting her guard around the royal princess, but this was probably the first time she had a DECENT CONVERSATION in the past few weeks. “But if you enjoy creepy stories princess, then you have chosen the right person to speak to. Which one would you care to hear next? The Night’s King and his pale bride? Nightfort? The seventy-nine sentinels? Gendel and his cannibal descendants? Danny Flint and her — actually,” She cut herself off with a GRIMACE. “The last one is more tragedy than HORROR. Let’s not go with that one.”

Grinning at the sound of the princess’ unrestrained laughter, Alys responded without missing a beat. “Eddard is the most handsome, keep him in your chambers. Harrion is the strongest, so he ought to fight your battles. Torrhen is the smartest and funniest, so have him in your councils.” She would never dare tell her father about this conversation, but she would DEFINITELY be telling this to Torr later on, who was sure to get a kick out of it. “Besides, if you ever lose one of them, you would have TWO SPARES. It’s a win for everybody.” Soon enough, she felt some of her old DISCOMFORT creep back up again. All the topics they have japed and talked about before had been safe ones. Old legends, childhood memories, their birthplaces... this one though, was about the crown prince and future king of Westeros. Despite the princess’ assurance that she might SPEAK FREELY, Alys knew love between a brother and a sister went deep — even for the brothers who were far too annoying for their own good. “I am certain that your brother is... kind and decent.” He had seemed rather mild when they were first presented to the court. “But I would not wish that, no. While I am sure he has many virtues, I do not know him. I am not an AMBITIOUS person, and I do not believe I would fancy living anywhere below the Neck.” A question was at the tip of her tongue — one about Targaryen tradition of sibling marriages that almost escaped, but she managed to hold it back at the last second.

#dracharenae #( aklshgdjska )#( omg I KNOW )#( hashtag friendship goals )#( OMG I HAVE AN IDEA )#( but it's too long to write in the tags )#( so I'll PM you as soon as I publish this )#( or gimme your discord if you have one )#verse. ( grief and glory. )

#kinginthcsouth #CRACK.#( hehe hoho. )#THANKS RENLY!

NEW RULE. From this day forth, that old Thanks Obama! meme is no longer valid. I propose that we all start using Thanks Renly! And we should also tag @kinginthcsouth EVERY SINGLE TIME we do so. Who’s with me?

#OUTOFKARHOLD.#( I mean I would tag them obviously )#( but still... )#( I am talking deep lore stuff here. )#( I've been meaning to do one )#( since GRRM said twow would be out by august 2020 )#( which sounds fake but OK )

If I were to do a super detailed reread of ASOIAF and made posts about it on my blog, would that annoy you guys ?

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋.

Willas gave a small smile as he shook his head a little looking around, “Kings Landing isn’t safe for anyone who doesn’t play the game, Lady Alys.” he glanced at her momentarily then shifted the weight of his cane before speaking again, ”Fair warning to those who aren’t familiar with Southron custom, they put on a pretty smile but they could be plotting to stab you in the back. ” he warned her, not fond of these games himself he didn’t come to Kings Landing unless it was required of him.

As the heir it was his duty to stick close to home, his leg ached from the long journey. He’d have to take it back as well, which was not something he was looking forward to

He knew he’d have to take Garlan’s advice and take a litter, though he felt a bit like a Lady himself whenever he did. He missed the feel of a horse between his thighs - but he couldn’t lose his leg for it. The Maester said it would get rid of the pain, and he could have a false leg for certain; but it was part of who he was now. Stubborn. His grandmother called him, but he didn’t much care what others thought of him now.

Alys’ eyebrows rose in surprise upon hearing her name coming from him, as in the past few weeks, she had made CONSIDERABLE EFFORT to make herself as invisible as possible... and thought she had succeeded. Her eyes briefly flickered at the cane Willas Tyrell was leaning on, an odd sight to associate with one so young. Not wanting to be caught STARING at it, she raised her gaze back to his face as quickly as she lowered it, swiftly adopting her usual expression that she had PERFECTED since coming here: a blank one with only slightest hint of boredom.

“Thank you for your concern and warning,” She said evenly, even though she found herself mildly ANNOYED. Did he think she was so foolish and naive that she would just blindly trust the people she’s met here? “Luckily for me, I am nowhere near as interesting as the rest of my company.” Sansa and Wynafryd seemed VERY HAPPY to be here, and it was plain to see that their natural grace shined through at court. Thankfully, their presence made it even easier for a sullen girl who was fourth in line for her father’s lands to be ignored.

“What brings you out here?” Alys was curious about it, despite her better judgement. From what little she could observe, the Tyrells were a... COURTLY family. “Not to King’s Landing, but outside the Red Keep, I mean.”

#thornedheir #verse. ( smell the treachery. )