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*   CLEGANE  ,  MATEO . 
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Not many people know much about House Clegane - all they knew, really, was that it was built by those that followed the Lannisters and had ascended into a lordship when Queen Daenarys named them Wardens of the West and the Lords of Casterly Rock. The name Clegane, before that, had struck fear into others - the legends of the Hound and the Mountain ones that were unavoidable. “A hound can feel comfortable no matter where he is, so long as the company he is with is kind,” Mateo answered, hint of a smirk pulling upon his lips before the Lady Greyjoy began to speak about his father, the smirk falling slightly as he gave a nod. He was no fool - he knew very well the reputation his father, and his uncle, had had and he knew that they had no doubt made enemies. But his father wasn’t as heartless as his uncle, and he had had a soft-spot for two - the Stark girls. “Aye, my father spoke kindly of your mother and your aunt, Arya, too. There weren’t many, he said, that he could stand to be in a room with but they were those he didn’t mind.” Still, he gave a nod and left his gaze shift back to the water, watching as the waves crashed against the docks. “Trouble, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. What one might think as trouble I might simply think as fun. Surely you, as a Greyjoy, would understand that.”
                                            ❛   sounds  nice  ,  to  be  so  .  .  .  adaptable .  ❜     a  kraken  is  only  at  home  in  the  sea  ,  and  a  wolf  only  finds  comfort  in  the  cold  ;  anywhere  else  is  a  DISCOMFORT .  she  finds  it  funny  how  well  a  house  sigil  can  describe  it’s  bearers  ,  or  perhaps  people  just  grow  into  it .  call  someone  a  wolf  all  their  life  and  they’ll  start  finding  solace  in  the  way  the  wind  howls .   alyse  senses  the  change  ,  the  way  his  smile  grows  tense  following  the  mention  of  his  father  ,  and  she  suddenly  realises  how  DIFFICULT  a  name  it  is  to  carry  ,  when  whispers  of  your  family’s  reputation  years  prior  is  following  closely  behind  your  shadow .   ❛   i  didn’t  mean  to  cause  you  any discomfort  ----    ❜     alyse  greyjoy  isn’t  one  for  apologies  --  in  fact  ,  it  makes  her  skin  crawl  to  say  the  words  ,  so  that’s  as  close  as  a  ‘  SORRY  ’  as  you’ll  get .  but  STILL  ,  she’s  genuine !   a  smile  begins  to  crawl  across  her  features  at  the  mention  of  her  aunt  ---  she’s  heard  those  stories  too .    ❛   i’ve  heard  my  aunt  arya  gave  him  a  run  for  his  coin  ,  that’s  for  certain .   ❜     she  wants  to  say  :  the  LANNISTERS  were  among  those  that  most  couldn’t  stand  to  be  in  a  room  with .   many  spoke  poorly  of  that  particular  house .  but  no  need  to  speak   ill  of  the  dead .  (  and  the  lannisters ?  were  most  certainly  GONE .  )     arms  fold  themselves  against  the  balcony’s  edge  as  she  listens  ,  pale  hues  watching  the  docks  below  where  she’s  certain  you’ll  find  mostly  ironborn .  yes  ,  she’s  also  heard  of  some  of  the  things  the  IRONBORN  get  up  to  in  their  downtime  ,  and  she’s  won’t  lie  and  say  that  some  of  it  doesn’t  make  her  recoil  from  her  awe  of  them .  she’s  proud  of  her  blood  ,  she  is  ,  it’s  just  she’s  yet  to  grow  accustomed  to  their  ways.  (   ONE  DAY  ,  perhaps ,  when  she  returns  to  her  father’s  home  ---   maybe .  )   so  ,  she  can’t  say  she’s  got  as  much  experience  as  some  of  her  ironborn  cousins  ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  she’s  a  total  bore .     ❛   as  a  greyjoy?  sure  ,  i  can  understand  that  ,  but  as  a  northerner  ------  the  most  fun  we  have  is  a  game  called  ‘ try  and  not  get  frostbite ’.   ❜  
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*   BARATHEON  ,  FREYA . 
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐀   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,  though  at  this  rate  freya  would  hardly  be  surprised  if  what  her  cousin  said  was  true.  the  more  she  looked  at  it,  the  more  she  could  convince  herself  its  contents  did  look  suspiciously  like  the  puddles  upon  the  streets  she’d  had  to  dodge.  that  thought  was  enough  to  end  her  attempts  at  drinking  the  whole  thing,  it  wasn’t  long  before  her  own  mug  was  discarded  and  forgotten  along  side  alyse’s.  all  disgust  slipped  from  her  features  as  eyes  turned  to  focus  upon  one  of  the  few  faces  she’d  been  excited  to  see  once  more. there  were  many  people  freya  found  herself  missing,  and  alyse  was  always  atop  of  the  list.  though  her  first  words  brought  a  smile  to  her  lips,  it  slipped  as  she  continued.  “  and  to  think  i  was  going  to  say  i  missed  you  —  let  me  win  ?  ”  her  mouth  gapped,  she  could  almost  hear  the  sharp  warning  of  her  old  septa —  ladies  do  not  gape,  freya  —  if  only  she  could  see  her  now. “  please  !  you  confuse  me  with  another. i  do  not  need  to  have  you  let  me  win  anything. ”  what  a  thought,  winning  because  someone  simply  let  you !  it  was  completely  outrageous.  her  head  shook  as  a  single  finger  was  lifted  to  point  directly  at  alyse,  “  you’ve  spent  far  too  much  time  in  winterfell  softening  the  blow  for  our  cousins  so  they  don’t  feel  badly  when  you  persuade  them  to  race  you.  if  i  win  —  it’ll  be  because  i  rode  better.  ”  her  head  shook  in  disbelief,  though  she  paused  as  an  impish  smile  started  to  creep  across  her  lips.  “ say  —  you  didn’t  ride  down  from  the  keep  did   you  ?  ”
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                                                THE  COMPARISON  SUDDENLY  MAKES  HER  HOMESICK ,  for  a  moment  ,  between  ale  &  black  beer .  she  suddenly  would  much  rather  be  back  in  the  north  drinking  that  horrid  liquid  than  here  in  king’s  landing  drinking  this  one   ;   BUT,  at  the  very  least  she  feels  more  herself  next  to  freya  ,  more  at  home .   (  notcompletely ,  but  the  bitterness  of  being  here  is  lifted  from  her  spirits  ,   for  a  moment .   )   for  the  baratheon  girl  was family  afterall .   alyse  recalls  her  mother  reminiscing  of  the  days  where  NED  STARK  was  lord  of  winterfell  &  it  was  the  five  stark  children  running  through  northern  snow   --   robb  ,  jon  ,  sansa  ,  bran  ,  arya  ,  rickon   --   her  father  theon  was  somewhere  there  as  well  ,  but  it  was  ARYA   her  mother  spoke  most  highly  of .  two  sisters ,  both  starks  but  as  opposite  as  night  &  day .  how  fitting  that  their  daughters  would  form  a  friendship  :  THE  STAG  &  THE  KRAKEN .   ❛  you  don’t  need  to  say  it  ,  i  know  you  missed  me .   ❜     she’s  teasing  ,  a  smirk  creeping  across  dainty  features  as  a  finger  taps  mercilessly  against  the  edge  of  her  glass  of  muddy  street  water .   although  the  amused  quirk  to  her  lip  is  short  -  lasting  ,  and  is  quickly  replaced  with  mock  shock  at  the  following  accusation   ----   alyse  greyjoy ?  softening  the  blow ?  and actually  letting  another  take  her  crown  of  victory ?  very  funny .    ❛    excuse  me  ,  freya  ,  i  do  not !   it’s  not  our  cousins  fault  that  they’re  not  as  good  as  me   ;   and besides  ,   i  don’t  need  to  persuade  them .  they’ve  all  learnt  that  trying  to  race  against  me  is  a  losing  battle ,  and  unless  they  want  to  walk  away  with  their  dignity  still  intact  ,  they’d  do  best  to  avoid  the  stables .   ❜    as  much  as  alyse  will  admit  she  loves  beating  them  all  ,  she  does wish  winterfell  provided  her  with  the  appropriate  competition  ----  and  then  maybe  she  wouldn’t  have  spent  her  childhood  begging  her  parents  to  visit  the  stormlands  just  so  she’d  have  an  equal  opponent  to  ride  against .  (   and  yes  ,  she’ll  also  admit  that  she  agrees  freya  is  capable  of  beating  her  ,  but  that  is  not  something  she’d  admit  aloud !   )    ❛   i  did  ,  actually   -----    ❜     she  pauses  ,  leaning  forward  with  interest  ,  an  eyebrow  quirking .    ❛   by  the  gods  ,   cousin  ,   what  are  you  suggesting ? ❜    
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                      CROWNSHQ  TASK  001  :  TROPES .  
character  tropes  for  𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐨𝐲  !  (  definitions  below  ! )
OCEAN  AWE  :  i mean  .  .  .  she’s  a  greyjoy ! as  much  as  she  considers  the  north  her  true  home  ,  she loves  the  iron  islands  +  the  seas so  friggin’  much .   she’s  been  to  the  iron  islands  quite  a  few  times  but  even  those  visits  feel  far  and  few  in-between  ,  but  she  can  always  remember  the  feeling  of  the  waves  crashing  against  her  feet  &  the  smell  of  the  salt  in  the  air  as  clear  as  day .  she  definitely  prefers  her  greyjoy  home  to  the  north  ,  although  this  is  something  she  wouldn’t  admit  aloud  as  to  not  risk  the  offending  of  those  she  grey  up  alongside .
SPIRITED  YOUNG  LADY  :   she  fits  this  one  to  a  T  tbh .  alyse  has a  very  lively  personality  that  can  sometimes  always  come  across  as  domineering  /  aggressive???  but  really  she’s  just  excessively  confident  in  herself  and  quite  independent  -  minded !  also  .  .  .  v  outspoken  and  defiant  ,  but  hates  being  deemed  improper  or  disreputable  so  she  always tries  to  keep  that  prim  &  proper  image .
PERPETUAL FROWNER  :  need i say more  ,  ,  ,  alyse  has  probably  only  ever  genuinely  smiled  3  times  in  her  lifetime  ,  the  rest  of  the  time  she’s  flaunting  the  ol’  look  of  judgement / disdain .  someone  just  take  this  GRUMP  back  to  winterfell already .
BORN  IN  A  SADDLE  :  ok  i  adjusted  this  one  a  bit  because  horses  +  riding  are a  BIG  part  of  her  character  &  i  just  couldn’t  find  a  good  trope??? so  this  one  is  just  singularly  based  around  her  &  not  a  group  of  ppl??  -----  from  the  moment  alyse  could  walk  she  was  begging  to  be  thrown  in  a  saddle .  her  father  was  the  one  who  taught  her  to  ride  and  she’s  practically  lived  atop  a  horse  ever  since .  she  has  several  horses  back  home  ,  her  main  being  ‘  MORNING ’  a  grey  mare  that  was  bought  for  her  sixteenth  nameday .  
HONOR  BEFORE  REASON  :  honor  is  definitely  among  the  traits  she  picked  up  from  the  stark  side  of  the  family (  i  feel  like  she  would  have  Loved  her  grandfather  ned  stark .  thanks  for  coming  to  my  ted  talk . ) alyse  will  always  put  honor  before  self  -  preservation  ,  especially  when  it  regards  her  family  +  both  house  stark  and  house  greyjoy .  she  wanted  to  make  them  proud  ,  and  she’ll  accept  whatever  responsibilities  she  needs  to  without  much  fuss  when  it  comes  to  accomplishing  this .  i  also  feel this  is  her  downfall  ,  because ?? she’s  loyal  to  two  very  different  houses  ;  one  of  which  she’s  an  heir  to  ,  and  the  other  she’s  been  raised  alongside  her  entire  life .  alyse  vc  :  what DO ??  
ICE  QUEEN  :  ‘ she  attracts  but  will  never  be wooed ’  * chefs kiss. *   she’s  a  Frosty  Gal  ,  our  alyse .  she’s  not  big  on  meeting  social  demands  ,  carries  a  very  stoic  /  proud  persona  ,  and  can  put  up  a  cold  front  that  is  pretty  hard  to  crack  through  !  although  she’s  not  completely  heartless  ----   this  trope  also  changes  to DEFROSTING  ICE  QUEEN when  with  family  /  loved  ones  come  into  the  picture  ,  as  they’re  more  likely  to  warm  her  up  a  bit  &  thaw  that  icy  exterior.
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𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐓  differently.  she  could  have  sworn  king’s  landing  had  been  far  brighter  in  her  memories.  a  place  that  was  filled  to  the  brim  with  life.  a  place  that  had  caused  wide  eyes  to  only  somehow  widen  further  with  ever  corner  she  had  taken.  but  then  again,  she  had  been  half  the  size  and  full  of  a  type  of  innocence  that  only  a  child  untouched  by  anything  could  possess.  not  to  mention,  she  hadn’t  exactly  meant  to  be  there  which  always  aided  in  making  anything  seem  far  more  exciting  than  it  truly  was.  she  wished  she  could  still  view  the  city  the  way  she  had  as  a  child,  but  the  ugly  side  of  it  all  had  crept  in  and  clouded  whatever  brightness  she  remembered.  now  she  understood  everything  that  had  been  said  about  the  place.  though  exploring  the  streets  had  been  a  far  more  welcoming  idea  than  being  cooped  up  between  four  walls,  at  least  she  could  breathe  at  little  easier — no  matter  if  there  was  a  certain  aroma  that  hung  in  the  air.  but  there  was  only  so  much  she  could  take  before  she’s  retreated  into  some  relative  comfort  of  a  tavern,  which  had  led  to  her  starring  unimpressively, nose  scrunching  tightly,  at  the  cloudy  beverage  that  filled  the  mug  set  before  her.  “  if  there  is  one  thing  in  this  world  that  i’ll  never  be  able  to  wrap  my  head  around,  it’s  the  fact  that  people  prefer  this  over  wine.  i  will  never  understand  the  appeal  of  ale.  nothing  you  drink  should  be  this — murky. ”
                                                                        THE  CITY  WAS  BUILT  ON  FAIRY TALES .  those  foreign  to  king’s  landing  imagined  the  city  to  be  golden  :  bright  &  glimmering .  filled  with  the  life  of  regal  queens  ,  gallant  knights  ,  and  dragons . alyse  remembers  her  septa  recollecting  grand  stories  of  the  crownlands  with  affection  and  awe  ,  and  while  alyse  had  grown  curious  of  the  tales  &  their  .  .  .  reliability  ,  she  had  never  been  in  a  rush  to  lay  her  eyes  upon  the  place .  it  wasn’t  a  joyful  place  for  her  mother  ,  and  perhaps  that  has  tainted  her  own  judgment  from  the  moment  she  stepped  foot  in  the  ghastly  city .     ❛   ugh  ----  i  agree .  ❜     she  pauses  ,  lifting  the  glass  to  her  nose  &  immediately  shoves  it  away  a  second  later  ;  nose  scrunched  &  brow  furrowed  in  disgust .  how  awful  ! alyse  wasn’t  a  big  drinker  in  general  ,  sometimes  even  wine  left  a  bitter  taste  in  her  mouth  ,  but  it  was  something  she  could  at  the  very  least  tolerate .  but  this?  this  seemed  to  be  the  majority  of  what  they  offered  here  in  king’s  landing  ,  at  every  corner  some  lord  or  commoner  was  palming  a  mug  of  this  .  .  . muck .     ❛    i’m  certain  they  just  scoop  it  right  out  of  the  puddles  in  the  street   ------   although  ,  back  in  the  north  they  serve  black  beer ,  which  isn’t  exactly  pleasurable  either .  ❜     abandoning  the  drink  ,  alyse  turns  to  face  her  cousin  ,  lips  quirking  (    which  that  in  itself  ,  is  a  rarity  nowadays .  )   if  there  was  anyone  in  this  city  ,  besides  her  sister  ,  whom  she  would  be  most  relieved  to  see  -----  it  was  freya  baratheon .   ❛    it  is  so  good to  see  you  ,  freya  ,  i’ve  missed  you  -----  actually ,  i  think  you  owe  me  a  race  next  time  we  get  the  opportunity  ,  and  don’t  worry  :  i  might  even  let  you  win  this  time .  ❜
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She had a spark of her mother’s spirit in her—was somehow heroic.
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*   CLEGANE  ,  MATEO . 
It was always a wonder, his mother often told him, how he managed to still keep so much kindness in his heart when the world was so… not. His father was notorious for his rather cynical viewpoint of the world, one that wasn’t afraid to tell people how much he thought that the world sucked, but Mateo… wasn’t. Always with a kind word to say about someone, or something, and with a smile upon his lips, many people often wondered if he truly was Sandor’s son. Of course, the height that Mateo possessed - nearly seven feet tall - quashed all doubts of his parentage, showing that he had the same broad-shoulders and long legs as his father and uncle before him… and the same strength, too. “I suppose the city could seem a bit stifling to both a direwolf and a kraken,” he stated, hint of humor in his tone as dimples moved to etch into his cheeks, shifting his gaze to the ginger-haired girl that joined him. “But the sea is certainly beautiful. Deadly, but majestic.” Turning to fully give the lady his attention, he bowed in her presence. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Alyse… You look more and more like your mother with every passing day.”
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                          SHE  REMEMBERS  STUDYING  THE  NOBLE  HOUSES  FOR  HOURS ,  reciting  their  words  &  examining  their  sigils  one  by  one  until  it  was  like  a  second  language .  some  she  came  to  admire  ,  some  to  detest  ,  some  she  grew  curious  of .  house  clegane ?  she  didn’t  know  much  ,  but  she  knew  enough   ;  and  she  certainly  didn’t  despise  them .    ❛   true  ,  it  would .  it’s  far too  small  to  contain  such  a  hybrid .  i  don’t  know  how  i’ll  possibly  survive  the  weeks in  these  outrageous  circumstances .  ❜    there’s  a  quirk  to  her  lip  ,  something  PROUD  ,  but  quickly  passing .  humor  never  seems  to  linger  long  in  the  greyjoy  girl .   ❛   and  what  of  a  hound ?  you  seem  simply  captivated . ❜     she  accepts  his  greeting  with  a  curt  bow  of  her  head  ,  a  weak  curtsy  that  she’s  sure  her  septa  would  have  given  her  an  earful  over .  a  true  lady  will  bow  properly  in  the  presence  of  a  lord  ;  but  COURTESY  had  never  been  the  girl’s  strongest  point  afterall .  she  takes  the  lords  words  as  a  compliment  though  ,  although  she  fails  to  see the  similarities  that  other  often  pointed  out  .  a  crown  as  rich  as  autumn  leaves  ,  yes  ,  but  alyse  had  the  cold  eyes  of  the  ironborn  ,  not  the  honest  tully  blue  of  her  mother .   sansa  stark  was  a  lady  of  beauty  and  strength  ,  everything  alyse  aspired  to  mimic .     ❛   you  know  ,  i’ve  heard  much  about  your  father  over  the  years .  i  heard  he  was  a  brutal  and  cruel  man .  ❜    she  had  heard  stories  --  her  mother  had  told  her  some  things  about  THE  HOUND .  and  maybe  it’s  being  here  ,  or  the  familiar  face  ,  but  even  now  ,   standing  here  within  the  castle  ,  she  can  almost  see  her  mother’s  shadow  walking  these  very  halls .  just  a  girl  ,  just  a  little  bird .  maybe  that’s  the  reason  why  alyse  feels  so  .  .  .  grudging .   this  place  did  not  treat  her  mother  kindly ,  and  her  daughter  can  feel  the  anguish  within  it’s  walls .  ❛   but  i  heard  he  was  kinder  to  my  mother  than  any  other  when  she  lived  here .  even  saved  her  life  at  one  point .  ❜   alyse  returns  the  smile  once  more  ,  briefly  but  genuine  nonetheless .    ❛   it’s  nice  to  see  a  familiar  face  at  least  ,  so  the  pleasure  is  all  mine  ,  lord  mateo .   i  hope  the  city  is  treating  you  well  ,  and  you’re  not  getting  yourself  into  too  much  trouble .  ❜  
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*  PYKE  ,  KRISTJÁN .
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         THERE  IS  NO  PLACE  LIKE  HOME.  the  weight  of  the  words  are  certainly  felt  with  that  first  step  into  king’s  landing.  it  smells  of  piss  and  shit,  even  as  it  sits  on  the  edge  of  the  blackwater.  the  iron  islands  call  to  him,  but  he  isn’t  one  to  wallow  and  complain  over  a  thing  that  cannot  be  helped.  the  landsmeet  was  simply  far  too  important  to  miss  even  for  the  bastard  born  man  that  he  was—  although,  had  his  siblings  not  been  in  attendance  then  he  would  have  kept  away  as  well.  at  least  he  knew  that  he  would  not  suffer  alone.        “  does  it  always  fucking  smell  like  this  ?  ”        the  comment  is  gruff  and  made  with  little  regard  for  who  hears.        “  you  would  think  for  being  the  home  of  KINGS  and  QUEENS  it  would  be  more  pleasant.  ”
                             THE  NORTH  WAS  A  FAR  SUPERIOR  PLACE  ,  she  had  decided .  alyse  wasn’t  going  to  sugarcoat  it  ,  nor  pretend  there  were  some  nice  &  redeemable   qualities about  king’s  landing   ;  because  if  she  was  truly  honest  ,  and  alyse  greyjoy    always  was  ,  there  were  none .  she’s  almost  HOMESICK .  she  misses  the  cold  ,  and  the  grey  ,  and  most  importantly  the  open  spaces .  king’s  landing  was  like  a  ditch  ,  one  you  couldn’t  find  a  spare  corner  to  even  think  ,  it  was  that  crammed .  she  could  spend  the  day  commenting  on  how  much  it  differed  to  where  she  came  from  ,  how  it  was  nothing  compared  to  the  north  ,  or  even  the  iron  islands .  nothing  compared  to  the  places  she  has  affectionately  called  HOME .  but  then  ,  she  wasn’t  here  to  enjoy  the  views  or  explore  what  the  city  had  to  offer .  (  which  ,  she’ll  bitterly  add  ,  offered  nothing .  )   as  much  as  she  complains  ,  and  will  most  definitely  continue  to  ,  she  is  here  to  support  her  family .  whether  it  was  stark  ,  baratheon  ,  or  greyjoy .  ❛   did  you  expect  it  to  smell  like  roses  and  tulips ?  you  can  change  it’s  king  ,  or  queen  ,  but  a  slum  will  always  be  a  slum .  and  ,  consequently  ,  smell  like  one  too   ---   i  doubt  queen  daenerys  even   breaths  in  this  direction  long  enough  to  catch a  whiff .  ❜    dainty  features  crinkle  in  disgust  ,  but  hues  glance  across  at  the  familiar  face .  she  doesn’t  offer  a  smile  ,  but  the  most  you’ll  get  from  alyse  greyjoy  is  the  lack  of  a  scowl  ---  which  is  as  friendly  of  an  expression  that  you’ll  get ,  but  she’ll  stretch  it  to  some  pleasant  small  talk  ,  for  the  sake  of  family  &  despite  any  tension  that  may  linger  between  the  greyjoy  cousins .  courtesy  may  not  be  her  strong  suit  ,  but  it’s  work  a  try .   ❛   it’s  good  to  see  you  again  ,  cousin  ,  i  hope  your  trip  fared  well .  ❜
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*  CLEGANE  ,  MATEO .
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Ah, King’s Landing… It was always as beautiful as he remembered. After arriving into the kingdom with his yellow banners and dog head helms, and after settling into his quarters in Maegor’s Holdfast, he decided it was time to see the beauty of the kingdom as he could. Going to one of the many balconies that overlooked Blackwater Bay, he leaned against the railing as he watched the ships in the distance, could feel the sea-breeze brow through his hair, and he couldn’t help but smile lightly when he heard footsteps against the stone walkway behind him. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
                                       SHE  ALWAYS  ENVISIONED  SOMETHING   .  .  .  MORE  GRAND.   (  certainly  less  dirty .  )   as  a  child  alyse  imagined  king’s  landing  to  be  a  place  blessed  by  the  gods  .  cobble  -  stoned  streets  filled  with  elegant  gold  -  plated  knights  ,  ladies    dressed  in  glimmering  gowns  ,  and  overall  as  essence  of  glamour  &  glory .  now  ?  she’s  long  since  lost  that  childish  hope  &  imagination  ,  and  she  can  see  no  glamour  ,  glory  ,  nor  elegance  of  any  kind  here .  just  stained  streets  filled  with  the  stench  of  ruin .   ❛   no  ,  to  the  city .  ❜   palms  come  to  rest  against  the  barrier  of  the  balcony  ,  and  for  a  moment  ,  she  loses  herself  in  the  sound  of  distant  waves  crashing  against  the  docks  &  the  smell  of  salt  in  the  air .  it’s  almost  saddening  ,  for  she  wishes  this  was a  view  she  saw  far  more  frequently .  the  grey  ,  cold  ,  north  was  ,  and  would  always  be  ,  home  to  alyse  greyjoy  ;  but  as  much  as  she  was  raised  with  wolves  ---  ironborn  blood  demands  to  touch  the  sea  more  than  it  demands  to  touch  snow .    ❛   but  yes  to  the  sea .  i’ll  admit  ,  it  is  a  beautiful  view .  a  far  better  view  than  what  i  was  greeted  with  at  the  city  gates .  ❜  she’s  almost  jealous  of  those  that  arrived  on  boat  rather  than  horse  &  carriage  ,  for  maybe  her  first  impression  of  the  place  would  be  far  less  grim .  
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musingmemes‌:
a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.
reblog and bold your muses preference.
roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips
winter / summer / autumn / spring
thunderstorms / sunshine / snow 
indoors / outdoors
meat / fruit / sweets
extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism
god fearing / non god fearing
cats / dogs / horses / birds
sunrise / sunset
day time / night time
fire / earth / water / wind 
reading / writing
rising early / sleeping late 
wine / ale / neither
fur / silk / satin / lace 
rubies / pearls / sapphires 
horse back / walking / carriages 
love / power
having company / being alone 
lakes / rivers / oceans 
knife / sword / bow / poison 
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( FLORENCE PUGH, TWENTY ONE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER. ) could that really be ( ALYSE GREYJOY ), the ( LADY ) of ( HOUSE GREYJOY ) entering the keep ? king’s landing is sure to benefit from the fact that they’re ( INCISIVE ) and ( SENSIBLE ), but beware, they’ve also been known to be ( ASSERTIVE ) and ( RETICENT ). they hail from ( THE NORTH ), and it’s said that they are loyal to ( HOUSE GREYJOY/STARK ). only time will tell if that will last.
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asdjhghfk hi everyone ! it’s Super nice to meet you all & listen  ----  i’m so excited to be here and get to write with ya’ll?? this is my first got rp so  .  .  .  bear with me ,  but i’m nae  ( 20  ,  she/her  ,  from australia.  ) and i’ll be playing kol stone and alyse greyjoy ! click the read more for some backstory / wc’s !  
second born of THEON GREYJOY  &  SANSA STARK ,  the youngest was always a force to be reckoned with. maybe not so much carelessness ( her mother’s patience  ,  and most importantly her cleverness  ,  were traits that were deeply bestowed in the girl.  )  but with the way she carried herself  ,  the way she spoke  --  no  ,  demanded --  respect  &  equality.  her father jokes that alyse could command an entire army without flinching  ,  that you could hand her a sword and she’d fight with the same passion and ferocity as any ironborn or northerner combined  ;  and if you gave her the chance? she’d prove him exactly right. 
while some may argue that she’s the replica of her mother and there’s not much room for her father after that  ----  if you dig a little deeper  ,  you’ll see alyse carries that familiar greyjoy glint within her eyes.  DETERMINED  ,  HEADSTRONG  ,  a FIERCELY INDEPENDENT woman whom walks her steps with a sense of PRIDE.  much like her paternal aunt YARA GREYJOY  (  and most other ironborn women ! )   she has the tendency to come across as aggressive towards people who haven’t yet figured out her true nature. (  although not many do besides those she was raised with and her family  ,  alyse greyjoy is nothing if not defensive  &  reticent with strangers. or competitors.   )
while she was raised a true lady  ,  and holds her head high. she was fascinated with politics as a child & somehow manages to slither herself and her opinions into discussions  ;  and despite any disapproval given  ,  she believes she’s a worthy leader  &  her entire persona demands to be heard.  (  or gods rest your soul if you don’t listen  to what she has to say.  )  the mixed blood of wolves  &  iron is a thing to behold  ,  afterall.
she was raised in winterfell  ,  alongside cousins and  ,  most importantly  ,  her sister thalia  ;  and although she’s come to love her home  ,  she does wish to visit the iron islands more often  ,  where the greyjoy blood is seen as more  .  .  .  SIGNIFICANT.   while she may not sit on the salt throne  ,  nor the iron one  ,  alyse does want to command  ,  to lead  ,  to be all - powerful in her words  ---  to make changes  ,  to be seen as a THREAT and not just a pretty little bird  ;  in however way she can. 
with the invitation to kings landing  ,  alyse is nothing but curious.  over the years alyse has expressed her  .  .  .  uncertainty over the dragon queen’s ability to rule.  (  although perhaps this is just selfishness clouding her judgement. )  and she has plenty to say over how different king’s landing is to winterfell  ,  but she is here to listen  ,  to explore the possibility of new alliances  &  acquaintanceships  ,  and more importantly she is here to honor and support her houses  ,  to which is alyse’s top priority.  her family is her everything  ,  so perhaps she can sit pretty  ,  swallow her candid and cynical words for a change  ,  perhaps. 
shitpost.jpg !
olenna tyrell 2.0? is that chu? 
no but REALLY she’s so unbearably snarky at times? sassy? BITTER.
she complains so much i’m sry
she does loves riding tho ! she even brought one of her horses with her to king’s landing because she threw a Big Hissy Fit over it. (  her name is morning !  )  but she loves horses to death  ,  and you’ll always be able to find her in the stables tending to the horses  ,  especially when she is stressed  /  needs some alone time. 
don’t belittle her  ,  ,  she’ll set ur hair on fire in ur sleep.
wanted connections !
FRIENDS :  first and foremost  ----  she needs a pal ! or two ! maybe four !  she’s a very difficult person to come to know as she usually shuts people out  ,  especially strangers  ,  but maybe they met in winterfell?? maybe they’re family somewhere in the family tree and they get along??  we can plot it out !  *  OPEN !
RIDING COMPANION  :  someone she rides with ! it’s one of her Biggest passions  &  she’d probably love the break from everything. they probably even have races because alyse? #competitive.  *  OPEN  !
ENEMIES  /  HATESHIPS :  alyse can be stubborn when she wants to be ! and she’s not afraid to piss people off. some people may not like her domineering traits.  also clashing personalities ? 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.   *  OPEN  !
BETROTHAL  :  ok so many this is someone she’s been betrothed to?? maybe her parents have arranged something?? maybe there’s been talk that they’d be a good pair/alliance??  dfsfhgkhk this is so general but we can plot something out !  *  OPEN  !
LOVE INTEREST  /  PAST FLINGS :  this probably has nothing to do with alliances  /  marriages  ,  and more someone she has been spending a lot of time with recently or in the past  ,  ,  ,  wink wonk. this is probably more a secretive relationship tho ??  maybe they’re a commoner or a bastard or ????  maybe they’re from one of the lesser houses  &  she keeps turning them down because she believes she can find a stronger alliance elsewhere??  *  OPEN to both male  ,  female  ,  &  non - binary !
SWORDSMAN  :  ok so i had this idea that now that she’s in king’s landing??  she’d take the opportunity to sneak off and get some training in the use of swords  /  self defense. she wants ! to ! break ! those ! gender ! norms ! she’s a lady  ,  but she hates feeling so powerless. she’d pay this person well  ,  but really :/ the pay isn’t high enough considering they have to listen to her BICKERING. *  OPEN ! 
i’ve run out of ideas kdfgkjlkjlk but hmu and we can plot something out !
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“there’s a storm raging inside her a force to be reckoned with blurring the lines drawn by others erasing the limits they set people who only carry summer breezes beneath their skins and in their hearts will never succeed at taming a whirlwind as fierce and as destructive as your mind”
— stormdaughter / n.j.
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I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
Greta Garbo (via seabois)
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tag dump for 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐉𝐎𝐘 !
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟏.    /     𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.   ❛  she has the eyes of a wolf - girl.  ❜  
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟐.    /     𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.   ❛  every goddess carries iron in her heart. ❜  
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟑.    /     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂.   ❛  women like her drown oceans.  ❜  
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟒.    /     𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘.   ❛  she had wrung out her girlhood like death. ❜  
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟓.    /     𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.   ❛  no one ever asks the ocean to quiet her storm. ❜
❪       𝟎𝟎𝟔.    /     𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃.   ❛  lighting lanterns along our spines. ❜   
❪       𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒.     /      ❛  a siren queen ready to take her throne.  ❜
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