Ravellaarryns​:

C A S I M I R   T U L L Y

“Casimir understood that perhaps, though his words had sounded strong and unlike the boy in his youth, the voice of his younger self had indeed peaked through.”

penned by belle

@casimirtully

And how is my fair maiden?

rank your siblings from least to most dramatic

a giggle left the northern queen as she thought about her siblings “my godness i think they are all dramatic in their own ways. i suppose if i had to say.... ravella for the least. then.... rhys, then rowan. i love my oldest brother but a secret marriage, how much more dramatic can one get?”

@ravellaarryns @falcxnprince @kingarryn

edricxstark​:

Who: @rosaaaryn​​ Where: Barrowtown

“Rose? I wanted to come check on you after all that happened. Those Lannisters are lunatics.” Edric entered the room and draped a blanket over his sister in law’s shoulders. “If I had the chance I would have run him through.” He hated how it seemed more and more like he couldn’t just ignore the problems surrounding them all. “How are you? And the baby?” 

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he chaos that happened that night was still so fresh within her mind. in a moment after things had settled enough she was whisked away back to her room by her guards and lady maids. all of them overly concerned at how she faired. would the lannister king have hurt her? surely if he wanted to he simply would have but…he didn’t. his concerns lay with his family. could she blame him for that? for wanting to keep his brother and sister safe? still the cold feeling of his sword on her neck was not one she would forget soon.

she only had a moment alone before her brother in law came to check up on her. pulling the blanket closer around her she nodded to his question. “i am okay… thank you.” she told him. “the baby is fine, kicking up a storm but not harmed in any way.” her mind wandered back to the lannisters, to gwen being threatened. to the news that everyone now knew. they were family now in a weird twisted way. “they aren’t lunatics…the lannisters. everything was just, chaotic. that’s all.”

location: winterfell, the day of the king’s arrival back home

@kingtheonstark​

news spread quickly throughout the castle that the king was spotted riding up to winterfell. everyone was abuzz with energy getting everything ready for the return of their king and his men. a feast would be held in celebration of his safe return and the good news brought from the war. there would be planning that would require her attention but right now rosa did not care for any of that. all she wanted to see was her husband. to hold him in her arms and know for certain that he was safe.

perhaps the pit in her stomach would be gone, the worry that had settled there the day he had ridden off to fight. the worry had only grown once she had learned the news of her pregnancy only a few days after he departed. the news kept secret from him as to not distract him while out at war. it had been a difficult decision to make but one she knew was right. 

but four month in now her stomach began to swell more and more visibly with each day that passed. the wisdoms and midwives had begun discussing the possibility that she was perhaps carrying more than one child given how large her stomach had already gotten. a likely outcome given her husband was a twin.

outside the triumphant sound of horns echoed across the castle as the king’s party entered the castle's walls. there was cheering and celebrations from all who were outside. all welcoming back their king and heroes. rosalyn hurried down the halls to make her way there, leaving behind her ladies in waiting encouraging her to slow down. but how could she when theon was here? when he was right outside. she hurried until she arrived at the large curved door that lead to outside, taking a moment to pull herself together as a queen should before stepping outside.

and there he was. alive, safe and finally home. “my king.” she smiled seeing him in their home at a last. the pit in her stomach already disappearing just seeing him here. taking the steps down to meet him in the courtyard, reaching her hand out for him. “welcome home.”

visxionaries​:

@rosaaaryn​

he saw the figure of rosa arryn, sat upon a bench beneath one of the cloisters of dragonstone as the rain fell outside, talking to … a basket? cedric almost narrowed his eyes in momentary confusion before clearing his facial expression as the woman noticed him; he had heard much of rosa arryn’s emotionally fragile nature, and seen a fair amount of it in the few moments rowan had allowed his little sister to stay with the bunch of older boys. offering her a nod of acknowledgement, he did not intend on stopping but continuing on his journey -  it was then he saw the floppy ears of a rabbit peep from the basket. ah, cedric thought. not mad. almost simultaneously, his four legged fox of a shadow had chosen to sneak from the shade of the foliage; vivid orange tail upright as his amber eyes fixed on the rabbit now being cradled in the woman’s arms.

“kit, no.” cedric hissed under his breath, moving to step before the creature in an attempt to stop the arryn woman from seeing the creature that wanted to feast upon her precious bunny for a spot of lunch. “go on, bugger off. we’ll get you lunch somewhere else.”

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there was a cool breeze move past from the soft rain that fell outside. she had forgotten long ago what the rain sounded like falling on stone but she knew it was a peaceful noise. if she closed her eyes and concentrated hard enough then maybe she could conjure up the sound or imagine what it could be. the arryn was happy enough to sit on the bench and enjoy the view at least. for a moment she might even look as if she belonged in that spot, like a statue caught in time.  

her gaze was mostly fixated on the book she had brought along with her, along with her small companion who was enjoying the protection of the basket he was tucked into. the breeze moved around them carrying hints of sweet rainwater that hung in the air with each rustle of the wind. lost in the paged of her book she missed cedric walking by her, only looking up to lean over to share a small piece of fruit with smudge she smiled. “there you go.” she told the tiny bunny.

up ahead of her she did not hear the agitated words of the tyrell as he commanded his own small companion to keep walking. rosa could only see the red flash of a fox trotting over towards her. and more likely over towards smudge. quickly she scooped up the small bunny in her arms, standing up to keep out of sight of the fox who now stood at her feet. “no, you are getting no meal here. find somewhere else to go little fox. shoo…shoo please.” her eyes searched up towards someone walking up “he cannot have smudge. is he…feral?” she said holding the bunny closer, only noticing them who it was. “oh, cedric. hello.”

D O R Y  U M B E R

“he was even more excited to return to winterfell. he may have been an umber from the last hearth but winterfell had always been a home to him. ”

penned by maeve

@atychiphobiias

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

“i....believe only two glasses...wait maybe more.” rosalyn giggled as she placed down her now empty cup. she was not used to drinking this much but it was a celebration for many reasons. “oh no.” she hiccuped. “can you tell?”

ravellaarryns​:

didn’t know? ravella’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, wondering how rosa had somehow gotten lost in the chaos and was completely overlooked. the perpetrators should have been publicly flogged in her own opinion, paraded for all those who called this tomb home to recognise and shame. by only letting a select few recognise the brute, it was easy for such … unstable individuals to take advantage of others ignorance. "darling, neither you nor i would have been able to outrun such a beast.” she sighed slightly, lifting her royal blue skirts to just reveal her footwear, raising an eyebrow slightly in rosalyn’s direction as if to say, especially in these shoes. “you should have been made able to identify a criminal who sought to harm you all; you had no idea not to approach him.” she thought it something she would take up with the targaryens whenever she caught them; regardless of tensions it could cause. “you are not at fault, not at all. do you understand me?”

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maybe it was true she should have known what he looked like. but maybe she should have sought out that knowledge too. deep down she knew it wasn't her fault. but that nagging feeling was still there. "i should have found a guard or not approached a stranger. "she mumbled quietly, resting her head on her knees. "he had this horrible laugh. i can't get it out of my head. last night i just tossed and turned hearing it over and over. despite everything i could still hear that laugh, it's unfair" everything she was denied hearing but felt cursed to hear that." he grabbed me by my throat and held a dagger there. i could barely speak. i forgot any self- defense we were taught. i just felt so helpless." what more could she have done? if rowan hadn't arrived and he got her down to boat, what then? would he have killed her or taken her with him to gods know where?