blood of my blood [private, alfeynnah]

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    Jaelynn had not had a particularly easy life as a child. She had lived in the constant shadow of her elder sister, and had quickly been swept under the rug as a pretty face with fur the colour of the painted night sky. In those days, it had been easy for the beauty to disappear into the background, preferring to observe than have the attention draw to herself. To add to her struggles, she had been a princess rather than the princess in her old kingdom. She would not take the throne, let alone the crown, for it was her sister whom would always take the victory. And, back in the days when she went as Freya, she had rolled over like a sick puppy.


    But, after she had fallen for that damned prince and her only child had been slaughtered, the ivory queen had become a very different person. Her fur had turned white, her temperament cold. Grand wings of solid ice had appeared upon her back, and the figure became blessed (or cursed) with a powerful ability with ice. She had went off to make her own kingdom then, ruling there until she grew tired of it, and eventually arrived in Westeros. It was there that Jaelynn had finally settled with the creation of House Mallister. It was a home to the slender wolf now, as much as she sometimes hated to admit it. And, as her and her adopted children began their climb through the ranks, Jaelynn's insatiable desire for power only grew. She desired the Riverlands (though she already had a plan to get her this wish), the East, and perhaps even the Iron Throne if fate would grant it to her. It would take time, yes, but the figure had grand plans to get her family what she desired for them.


    Of course, while strengthening ones' family was important, there was also the matter of making sure that as a whole the Mallisters were more connected with Westeros. Jaelynn, in particular, already had a few particular individuals in mind. She had already spoken with Josephine, and was thus onto the next task at hand. The next individual was one rather unlike Jose, much more secretive and dark, but one that Jae had begun to quite like. She could respect the woman and while she would always be after her titles, she could put that aside for a possible friendship, for it was no strange thing in Westeros to battle titles and ambition. So, having sent a letter off to Alfeynnah, the ivory canine had settled into the blue-hued gardens of Seagard, awaiting the arrival of the Crown Princess.


    ALFEYNNAH

    It would be interesting to take note that both of their lives had been met with hardships and neither of them had enjoyed the cards they had been dealt with. For the Crown Princess some days she wished she had been born one or the other. Not some exotic half breed that was seen as a malevolent witch in Essos or some strange and pretty exotic creature within Westeors. Either Dothraki or Targayren. It would have made her life much easier and would have saved her the trials she had to go through. Her mother, bless her, did everything she could as a Khaleesi to protect her from the torments of the other dothraki who saw here as a bad omen, as a threat. But her protection couldn't last when they were attacked and she was killed. The moment everything went wrong as she watched that other man come in and stab her mother, no intent to take her captive in his eyes. But her, seeing her, a young female with nothing left he took her and sold her into slavery to males that didn't care about creatures on the bottom. At first she'd fought, fought to stay alive but soon she slowly became what they wanted. A pretty face to be used, serve them drinks, do whatever it was that they needed. It took a long while till she was able to break free from the hold of such disgusting creatures and the only reason was the fact that she had found that necklace. It offered her power, it offered her security and she took it without a second thought.


    From that day onward she had vowed to never sink to such low shortcomings ever again. She wouldn't allow anyone to take control from her and she would take power in any means necessary. Most didn't know of the resent meant she harbored for her dear father Tsubodai. The mere fact that he had come and gotten her mother pregnant only to leave the kids in such a unaccepting wasteland without any thought as to how it turned out. It was his fault she had to go through that. If he had even cared about his children he would have come back and taken her way from that hellhole to be raised as a true Targaryen but she had to take the name of her own will and make it her own. Thus she did and now she lived among the citizens of Westeros, bidding her time for when she would rule over the Realms. There was just one obstacle in her way and that was her father. Even thinking about him made a rage settle in her stomach. The mere fact that he lived so easily and believe the throne was secured for him but she would soon being her plots against the tyrant of a male. Whichever cards that fell one of them would be sitting on the throne and the other wouldn't be.


    Many others didn't know her motivations for living in Westeros, and not many knew of her Dothraki roots either. Though those that saw her knew she was not full Westerosi. Yet, no one questioned her and she found that amusing at best. She was a secretive beauty, one who allowed others to provide her wit information that she needed but she was also still a social creature. It had come to her attention that she did not have many associates and she wished to change such things. So when she received a letter from Seagard her interest was very much perked. And invitation was interesting and the Warden of the East lightly told a servant to look after the Eyrie before she left, falling down from the moon door with ease and shifting to spread her wings and soar through the sky. Her massive bulk darkened the skies as she swept along the ridges of the mountains, eyes watching the things that happened below before she twisted her form to head for Seagard. The travel was very short and she landed before the castle, shifting her form to that of her maned lioness body, white sprinkled throughout her ebony form and she walked forward into Seagard. It didn't take long before she was escorted to the blue hued gardens, finding them rather impressive and beautiful. But her velvet purple eyes soon found the lady of Seagard and she gave a small courtesy bow. "You seek my company, Lady Mallister. Why, I'm honored."