[Dusts off Seiran’s blog] Anyone out there interested in interacting with a sassy lady who challenges definition and/or her motley crew of friends and family?
secret relationship starters
Feel free to alter to fit muses.
- “I am not ready for them to find out about us!”
- “It’s cool, [name] promised to cover for me.”
- “My roommate’s out of town. Want to stay the weekend?”
- “We’ve got to stop being so careless.”
- “Look, if we get found out, I could get fired!”
- “It’s hard to believe you actually care about me when you’re so hellbent on keeping this from all your friends.”
- “I can’t tell them! Do you have any idea how they’d react?”
- “Jesus, with all this sneaking around, it’s like being closeted all over again.”
- “We have to tell them sooner or later.”
- “Let’s tell them the truth. Tonight.”
- “I’m only dating [name] as a cover. You’re still my baby.”
- “[Name] agreed to ‘date’ me until we’re ready to tell everyone.”
- “Are you ashamed of me?”
- “I spent two hours hiding underneath your bed until they left!”
- “Shit! Someone’s coming! Get in the closet, get in the closet!”
- “Let’s just tell them! What’s the worst that could happen?”
- “No one can know about us.”
- “Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?”
- “People wouldn’t like it if they knew, you know that.”
- “I’m not ashamed of you, I’m just not ready to tell anyone yet.”
- “You still haven’t told your parents about us? But you promised!”
- “It’s kind of fun, having a secret.”
- “Let’s go out of town. Somewhere where nobody knows us.”
- “Yeah, so… I may have accidentally told [name] about us…”
- “I don’t care what you do, just get [name] to promise to keep quiet. Pay them if you have to.”
- “I’m tired of being your dirty little secret!”
- “Once I break up with [name], then we tell people.”
- “But you’re going to divorce them soon, right?”
- “This isn’t a relationship! Relationships don’t involve one party climbing down a fire escape because the other is too ashamed to admit they’re dating them!”
- “Okay, fine, but can I at least tell [name]?”
- “If I don’t tell someone, I’m going to go crazy!”
- “Shhh, be quiet. Remember, someone’s still downstairs…”
- “Fuck it. Let’s get a motel.”
- “Either we’re open about this, or I’m ending it.”
- “When I said I liked you, I didn’t expect to be sneaking around all the time.”
- “I can’t do this anymore.”
- “Why haven’t you told your friends about me? Is it because I’m not as well-off as you are?”
- “This was fun at first, but the novelty’s worn off.”
- “It just feels really shitty, to be the secret boyfriend/girlfriend.”
- “Look, either we date secretly, or we don’t date at all.”
- “I’m not supposed to be dating, period!”
- “If my parents found out about us, they’d go ballistic.”
- “Just one more year until I’m out from under their roof and I can date whoever the hell I want.”
- “Dating in secret never works out.”
- “Where are we even supposed to go for our dates?”
- “Just once, I’d like us to go on a date that didn’t end in us having to get a motel room out of town because we don’t want to get caught.”
Out of turn, perhaps, but not without a tidbit of truth. Cersei has outwardly defended her son’s choice to punish Eddard Stark with death, and there is truth in that, too; it is his prerogative as king to serve justice as he sees fit, and the precedent for penalty where treason is concerned is beheading.
Yet had she not counseled her son to send Lord Stark to the Wall? Had she not made the idea appealing to him ( “He will suffer the bleak conditions and crushing loneliness there for the rest of his days; it would be more merciful, in fact, to let him live.” ) whilst maintaining the notion of continuing the crown’s essential alliance with the North?
Yes, to the world, she is entirely in support of Joffrey’s decision. But their private conversations on the matter tell a different story. And when the Ferren girl interrupts the festivities to make her apology on late father’s behalf, Cersei keeps her features arranged in a mask of neutrality, head canting e’er so slightly to one side as she assesses the young woman with a discerning up-and-down flick of the eyes.
“The slight your father put into words hardly mattered to my son. People have criticized their kings for centuries; it does not change that their kings are still their kings. Joffrey is well aware of the fact. He has lived his whole life with the knowledge that he will someday rule, and all that it entails.” A slight pause, then: “In any case, you needn’t apologize for your father’s words. We cannot predict what the dead would have wanted said.” Cersei doubts the old man would have recanted his statement had he the chance. For his daughter to attempt it is an unnecessary pacification.
Did she know? Seiran wondered if it had been Joffrey who had ordered it. or someone who wished to earn the new king’s favor. What had been sloppy was the poisoning of Lord Ferren when he wasn’t alone. He had his squire, her half brother and his son by a Dornish woman, in his company. Dev had lived. Their father had not. Perhaps it was meant to kill him in his sleep. Inevitably, even. However, he had known the taste of it, and had made sure Dev brought word back to House Ferren when he carried their father’s body home to Burrow Keep.
That was how Seiran had become Lady Ferren. Her father’s death. But he was older, and it wasn’t that much of a surprise. But she smiled all the same, nodding.
“All the same, I wished for my time as Lady of my House to start clean of past actions. Especially as we owe all we are to House Lannister.” Seiran added promptly, recalling the story. Generations earlier, two of her ancestors had saved one of Cersei’s from an assassination attempt. In return, they had been given a keep, titles, and land among hills and cliffs of the Westerlands. Her ancestors had picked a depleted mine in a cliff-the keep, Burrow Keep.
An accident, and a secret passed down from parent to child of House Ferren ever since.
“May your son’s reign begin a golden age, and should House Lannister need aid in anyway House Ferren can provide, please, don’t be afraid to send word.”
—A completely intrusive question? He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. It was obvious to him that there was more to this girl than met the eye– he’d grown up at court, he knew when someone was better at the Game than he. And this girl gave off the air of someone who was better by leaps and bounds. Gods be good, what had he gotten himself into now?
“Of course, my lady, if you must. But I must request that you ask me as I escort you back towards the central keep. This is not an area open to the court’s ladies,“ he replied with a pointed look, gesturing to the door behind him. He did not intend to lose his head today, and if he was found hanging about here with the young lady, he doubted very much that he’d be allowed to keep it.
He was relatively fond of his head. He found it perfectly proportionate to the rest of his body.
“Oh, of course! Thank you for finding me, ser.”
Seiran hummed softly, perhaps moving forward, stumbling over her skirts. But she smiled simply, almost dreamily.
“I heard a rumor. And ah, with all respect your previous lineage is telling. But that you have family to the East, and congratulations are in order! Something about a wedding?”
This of course was gossip and rumor she happened to know to be true. Her house had people everywhere. Her own half sister was in the West now, sending word now and again.
“The invasive question-do you ever regret all you gave up? Serving King Robert?”
A carefully phrased question-or two. She would deny the second being seperate if it became an issue. After all, she was a lady who’d had too much wine and gotten lost. [She’d been looking for the Dragon Skulls]. And similarly, his answer was not what she waited for-but his expression upon hearing her question.
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Lowkey Discord Drop bc trying this shit again. Because all the cool kids are doing it.
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@serursus
“Virtually everyone in the Seven Kingdoms believes I am safe at home in Burrow Keep. Even the one person in the keep I told I was crossing the Narrow Sea. Apparently if you roll your eyes and add a giggle into a laugh, they’ll assume you’re being sarcastic.”
Seiran stepped forward and gave a flourish of a curtsy. “Lady Seiran of House Ferren. The Lannisters don’t know it yet but they’ve lost our loyalty with my father’s murder. Thank you for your time, Ser Mormont. Your house fares well.”
@ornxry
“Exactly how long were you in that blasted boat before my brother found you?”
Not that Seiran looked a bit like her brother and sister. They had the same father, but their mother was a Dornish woman. Hers was of the main land. Even if she had been a common woman from within the Keep.
Not that anything about them screamed Noble House at that point. Seiran had gone out with Susana and Dev for a reason: to avoid being noticed and gather information about the small folk, their needs and wants.
Which was how they had found Gendry, washed ashore in an overturned boat. Dev had handled getting him to a maester, and her sister had come running for her. Now Seiran sat at his bedside, observing the youth curiously. She may have been young, but she was aware. And he had the dark hair of an old house.
@txrmundgiantsbane
“Aren’t you a bit South of the Wall, Lord Wildling?”
Not that Seiran objected. In fact if anything, the Lady of House Ferren was greatly intrigued by his presence.
@cerseilionesslannister
“Your majesty, Queen Regent. Thank you for speaking with me on this day of days, King Joffrey’s name day. May he be the first of many of his name.”
Seiran curtsied politely before she sat across from the blonde woman. She took a breath, calming herself. House Ferren, her house and now her responsibility, was in flux. Her father, Lord Draco, had been visiting the keep when King Robert died and Joffrey ascended.
And despite being head of a banner house of House Lannister, her had commented off hand at some point that perhaps the young King shouldn’t have made a deal out of executing Lord Eddard Stark for his slight. Especially as his first action as king, given that his family was already marching south.
Shortly after, Draco had died. Not before sending word to his daughter through secret channels, however, that he had been poisoned, that he suspected he had been assassinated for offering criticism. Never try to assassinate an assassin.
That however was not public knowledge. All anyone knew of House Ferren was that they were merchants and traders, Bannermen of House Lannister, and loyal.
And that was a public ideal and image Seiran was there, trying to maintain. “I heard in my father’s final days he may have...spoken out of turn. And I wished to apologize. He was getting quite old, and was planning to name me head of the House in the near future.”
@hecantbekilled
“I sympathize with your plight, King Robb, but I would prefer you not punish those under my protection.”
The possibility of the small Burrow Keep of House Ferren being occupied by the armies of the North had been on her mind since her father’s secret letter arrived, catching her up on the news in the Landing, such as Ned Stark’s death.
Or, as she had been told her father had openly criticized, his murder. House Ferren was a Bannerman of House Lannister, yes. Ferrets frequently sought shiny trinkets and treasures, so publicly it would make complete sense they follow the house with so much Gold. They were merchants and traders, diplomats of sorts.
Privately? House Ferren was loyal to House Ferren. They were a family of spies, of swords, of killers and thieves. And they had been since before they were nobles.
“So. Occupy. But leave the people of Burrow Keep unharassed. I’m sure if you have needs for resources, I can obtain them from my family’s personal stores.”
@zaldrizesx
“Can I ask you what’s probably a completely intrusive question, Ser Daeron?”
Seiran was in the landing with her father, Lord Draco Ferren, a bannerman of House Lannister. She was a young woman by then, while he tended to house business.
Thus Seiran was left to do lady tasks at the Red Keep. Within a few days he would send her home, but her father liked to present his daughter, and his sole legitimate child and thus heir to the Ferren title and estates.
Seiran had gotten lost. Or, if anyone asked why the lady had gotten so far into the keep, she was lost. Daeron had found her, and she had played the role of the hapless girl, fanning herself.
Out of Courtesies I’d like to thank all the lovely people from the Song of Fire and Ice Fandom who’ve gone ahead and followed me recently! Starter will be welcoming you each by seven tonight, may you enjoy the courtesies House Ferren has to offer.
@reodwulf
“Lady Sansa, I would offer my condolences for the loss of your father.”
The words may have sounded strange, given Seiran’s house of Ferren were Bannerman of the Lannister’s. But shortly after Joffrey had ascended as king, Seiran had arrived in small company.
“I know before my own father’s death,” Seiran spoke softly as she curtsied, “He found it odd that the young King would take such an extreme motion. Whatever his reasons, I sympathize and empathize with your loss.”
you have no power here Lord Bolton
@killthebxy ‘s tags which are basically the entire Stark House Hold’s spirit
When it comes to religious, those of House Ferren like to keep their stance obscure. They have places for worshippers (The Old Ways, the Seven, and Rh’llor) of all three major religions to pay tribute, but what their own family practices is a secret to all.
Secrets in the Sauce || Open
“I had heard my father was found dead, seemingly by natural causes,” Seiran hummed softly as she sipped her goblet, “So why would I hold the crown any ill will?”
Lady Seiran spoke of her father’s death. Lord Draco Ferren had been visiting in King’s Landing during the death of King Robert, and thus had stayed there until his death. He had died on the eve of Joffrey’s coronation, after expressing, very simply, concern that the boy king’s first action had been to have Lord Stark killed, sending the entire nation into war, rather then simply banishing him.
That night Draco had died. Officially it had been natural. Unofficially everyone knew the poisoned wine that had done it. Especially since upon sipping it, the Lord had known, tossed open his window in a tower, shouted at whoever had done it they were a coward, and thrown the rest of the keg down at a nearby gold cloak.
But still. House Ferren were ‘loyal’ to House Lannister. No one had any reason to fear or suspect Seiran’s arrival in the capital.
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I don’t know which Tyrion bopped by before, I’m inclined to say @ofgoldenwit
. But if also possibly @tyricnlannistcr. Either way we have more people now!