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  • oh, ye of little faith ⋆ open

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    It wasn't often that Diana took the time to reflect on her life. Her week of isolated rumination had been a rare instance, one induced by the gruesome events she had witnessed, more unintentional than not. The realization that she had witnessed a real, gory death as well as a full-blown battle, that this was what war entailed, had hit her so suddenly after her uncle's coronation that it had been impossible to ignore it any longer. She would be participating in such clashes one day, Diana had realized. She would be doing the killing.


    She found that difficult to grasp. The thought of taking another person's life was perhaps the most terrifying part of being a knight. What gave her the right to extinguish another being like that, with nothing more than a single jab with a sword? The favour of the king? Some sense of justice? She longed to be a knight, had dreamed of it since kithood. And though she was still desperate to reach that status, Diana Targaryen saw the position in a new light now. It all seemed much more serious now, so much more real. Knighthood wasn't some fairy tale, where you fought a fair duel and called it a day. People would fight dirty, people would die. Was she prepared for such a reality?


    The young squire considered these things as she wandered, her delicate facial features twisted into a thoughtful frown. Only when she caught sight of Fortinbras did she tear herself from her musing, and for a moment she observed him, motionless. He seemed like a nice fellow; he had been kind to her during their first encounter so recently. "What're you doing out here alone?" inquired the girl as she approached, hoping not to come off as intrusive.


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  • 2016 Westeros Winter Solstice Choice Awards

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    IC CATEGORIES -


    Favourite Newcomer —
    Favorite HP — Fortinbras Lynderly
    Favorite SHP —
    Favorite Non-HP — Axenus Uller
    Best Developed Character —
    Most Original Character —
    Favourite Canon Couple — Renlys and Elysaerys Targaryen
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    Politest Character —
    Hottest Character —
    Grumpiest Character —
    Cleverest Character —
    Craziest Character —
    Most Eligible Bachelor — Jaehaerys Targaryen
    Most Eligible Bachelorette —
    Most SMOL Character —


    HYPOTHETICAL CATEGORIES -


    Most Likely to Marry for Power —
    Most Likely to Kill for Power —
    Most Likely to Die in Single Combat —
    Most Likely to Pay the Iron Price —
    Most Likely to Join the Night's Watch —
    Most Likely to Become a Septa/Septon —
    Most Likely to Join the Faceless Men —
    Most Likely to Declare Independence —
    Most Likely to Become a Red Priest —
    Most Likely to Join the King's Guard —
    Most Likely to Dominate the Fighting Pits —
    Most Likely to be Named Queen of Love and Beauty —
    Most Likely to Win a Tourney —
    Most Likely to be a Secret Warg —
    Most Likely to Sit on the Iron Throne —



    OOC CATEGORIES -


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    Best Plot-Maker —
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  • ooc / plot with evya?

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    she and diana could be friends! fortinbras also expressed interest in setting them up lmao
    diana could definitely offer a change of pace for her; she's training to be a knight so she's definintely more loudmouthed and independent than a lord/lady/their family due to the differing upbringing, but she's also very friendly and outgoing


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  • ooc / plot with evya?

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    aw, yeah that would be so cute!
    same here tbh
    just need jae and fort's official approval ig?? lmao
    that would be much appreciated, thank you!!


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  • FIRE AND BLOOD / O, TEMP. JOINING

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    It was Rukia's appearance that truly captivated her; she seemed to be both feline and reptilian, possessing an even mix of qualities typically belonging to each species. Diana had always wanted to be a dragon (as most of her house was), but this seemed like a compromise she certainly wouldn't have minded, had she been granted the ability to shapeshift like Elysaerys and Jaehaerys. And... had she frozen the ground beneath her paws? "How'd you do that?" was the first thing that came to mind, despite having heard the question. "Oh, right! My name's Diana Targaryen, squire of Westeros," she introduced herself with a respectful dip of her head, "and I'd like to join Sunclan. Just for a little while, though, if that's okay."


    She offered the silent polar bear a nod of greeting, and as she turned back around she was force to jump back with a startled squeak when Sera nearly ran straight into her. A smile split her maw once she had regained her composure, and a purr rumbled in her throat. "Hi, Sera! No, everything's great in the kingdom! Dagda Greyjoy was begging my uncle for mercy and now we're taking his father as a hostage!" There was a note of triumph in her voice, and it didn't seem to occur to her that Sera didn't know of the man she spoke of. She had certainly mentioned the Greyjoys before, so there was that. "I'm here to stay a while, actually. If your king — er, leader — is alright with it. I'd like to learn more about clans."


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  • ooc / plot with evya?

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    that sounds good to me!! :^)


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  • YOUR KING IS DEAD [✧] open, joining

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    /i havent officially joined yet so im just gonna bump this for you <3


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  • time on your side / private [king's landing]

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    Diana, on the other hand, was more excited than high-strung; she was to meet another girl her age for the first time since her childhood. There had been an Arryn, long ago, and she had taken a liking to her. But alas, she had vanished along with her mother, and Diana could no longer remember anything else about her. It was the potential friendship she was focusing on as she padded through the Red Keep, because the prospect of marriage was more of an obligation than anything in her mind. A duty to her house and nothing more. She was still young, after all, and had never taken the time to consider what such a matrimony would entail. You were wed, you lived together, and your respective houses were almost… united, in a sense. That was all it was to the squire; loving one's husband or wife had never crossed her mind, because the only wedded pairs she knew of didn't seem to love each other all too much. Renlys and Elsysaerys got along, yes, but she hadn't picked up on any romantic feelings. And last she had seen of Dagda and Jupiter, the former had been chastising his wife quite harshly. To think that the stern-faced Greyjoy could truly love anyone was farfetched, to her at least. She didn't doubt that others felt the same way regarding him.


    Will I have to take her surname? wondered the girl. Diana Lynderly didn't sound terrible, but she liked Targaryen better. Or perhaps they would both take each others, and hyphenate them? That sounded awfully complicated. But then again, was this betrothal a guarantee? She wasn't sure if Jaehaerys had been made aware of this, nor her mother; she had heard word of this meeting from Fortinbras himself, and had made haste towards the gardens as soon as she could.


    When she finally reached the garden, Diana looked around curiously, and it wasn't long before her copper-hued gaze rested on a lone canine. "Evya?" she inquired, making her way over. "Are you Evya Lynderly?"


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  • ooc / plot with evya?

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    just replied!


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  • oh, ye of little faith ⋆ open

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    "I guess I'm just thinking about stuff, too," Diana told him with a frown, and then shook her head at his warning. "That's alright; I'm gonna be a knight! So I can handle myself." It was a lie; the most she ever did at this point was practice with dummies and attend to Renlys and Elysaerys, as she was meant to. Never had she sparred with a living being, nor had she been in any sort of situation in which her life was in danger. The seige on King's Landing, perhaps, was an exception, but she had merely watched from a distance beside Sweetophelia. There had been no risk in doing so.


    She offered Evya a smile upon hearing her greeting, though her brows shot up when the other youth bowed to her. "Hello, Evya. You're fine." There was a questioning inflection in her voice, but after a moment it seemed to click. Right, she was royalty; Diana still found that to be a bit odd. And oh, she was speaking to a lord and his daughter! Formalities can be so annoying, she complained inwardly, but corrected herself all the same; knights were meant to be chivalrous, after all, and she had been a squire longer than she had a royal, so she often tried to be more like the role she was training for as opposed to what she had been thrown into. "Oh, I mean, uh, yes, we were only speaking about… stuff. Miss." She shot them both an almost apologetic look as she dipped her head. "How are you both?"


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  • time on your side / private [king's landing]

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    A smile graced her maw upon receiving confirmation, coupled with a look of something akin to relief. Evya was taller than her by virtue of her speices, but it was clear that she was around her own age, just as Fortinbras had promised. For a moment she found herself wondering why she was so pleased by the realization, but with a pang of uncharacteristic distress, it occurred to Diana that she had been lonely up until now. She had her family, yes, but they couldn't provide her with the same companionship that a real friend could. Not even Sera was able to fill such a void; the physical distance between their homes was too great for them to meet up frequently.


    "Yep, I'm Diana!" chirped the dainty serval, nodding, though she tilted her head slightly at the courtly gesture. "Heh, I'm not that important. Just a squire." She was a niece of the king as opposed to a daughter, not even blood-related to him. The respect she had suddenly begun to receive after Jaehaerys' coronation was a bit disconcerting for her after the treatment she was used to. Not that she had been neglected or disliked or anything, not at all. She was just used to being that one little kid everyone either knew vaguely or was extremely close with. There seemed to be no inbetweens, not even now. "It's nice to meet you, too, miss." Remember your courtesies, like momma.


    At the question, she shrugged. "Nothing special, I guess. I've got quarters in Dragonstone and I lived there for a while, but I've also got quarters here 'cause of Uncle Jae. I officially live here now, though. But I used to spend a lot of time in King's Landing anyway, so it's nothing new." It was the Greyjoy takeover that had driven both herself and the majority of her house back to their castle, but now that they were free to do as they pleased, Diana was happy to be back in the bright capital. And besides, it was easy to travel back and forth between her two homes when many of her relatives were dragons who could fly. "Where do the Lynderly's live? I don't know very much about all the houses popping up," she admitted, "but I've gotta learn! I don't wanna be in the dark."


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  • SENSES / O, RENLYS & ELYSE NEEDED

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    bump & edited bc i thought vend dropped elyse for some reason rhigdkjhgdjh


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  • FIRE AND BLOOD / O, TEMP. JOINING

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    bump


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  • OFFICIAL WESTEROS CHAT THREAD

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    she and diana can have a thread! i feel like they'd get along well :^)


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  • time on your side / private [king's landing]

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    Diana shrugged at the comment, looking a tad bashful. Was she supposed to be… less humble? For the majority of her life, House Targaryen had been just like the Lynderlys and the Hightowers and everyone else; in service to the Arryns and nothing more. She had grown up knowing nothing else, and to be forced so abruptly into such a momentous position was strange, something she had yet to get used to. In the meantime she was content to consider herself unimportant, because in truth that was all she was: just a squire. She was a youthful niece of the High King, and an adopted one at that. Her chances of ever rising to Jaehaerys' level of power and status were slim at best (in her mind, anywho). Besides, she didn't consider herself suited for such authority as a high-standing Targaryen like her uncle. She was too childish, even now. The thought of protecting the higher ups was a much more attractive one than being a higher up. If anything, it seemed like too much responsibility. "It's great! People like us a lot now, so that's cool. And I'm not blood related to anyone in my house but they all treat me like family." Mostly because Elysaerys had made it exceedingly clear that anyone who questioned Diana's right to the surname would have to answer to the edge of her sword. "I mean — no! Don't… don't tell anyone. Please." It wasn't common knowledge, and the thought of it becoming well known throughout the kingdom made her stomach roil; she already felt insecure about it as it was, even if Renlys and Jaehaerys were alright with it.


    Her expression suddenly became one of worry as she spoke, but it slowly began to dissolve as Evya continued on about her own house. "You're an Arryn?" she gasped. "Did you know Queen Blindlove?" She had been such a nice woman before her death, quick to comfort Diana when her mother had taken an impromtu trip to the Free Cities.


    Frankly, hearing that she wasn't the only one to be adopted into a house made her feel better about the whole thing. But only a little bit; while Evya was still a noble by blood, Diana was nothing without the Targaryens. She had been a mere peasant before Elysaerys took her in. For that to go public? That was what she truly feared.


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  • PRIVATE W/ DIANA [✨] PEPPERMINT WINTER

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    Diana, too, was at a loss for what to do with herself. She didn't know how to brew tea, either, so it wasn't like she could do that. Perhaps she should go train? Nah, she did that all the time, and she wanted to wait for Renlys and Elyse to initiate before getting too into it with someone else; they had promised to train her, after all. At this point, the most she did was work on her form on her own. It wasn't getting her very far, but she was content.


    When she caught sight of a familiar jaguar holding a strangely coloured mug, the squire found her curiosity piqued. With a tilted head she made her way over in silence, eyeing the mug through round copper eyes. Red was an… interesting colour for such a tool, if not a bit striking. And it had such an odd design. "Hi," she said after a moment. "You're Faker, right?" A curious name, though perhaps a bit negative. Why had her parents decided on it for her? And… she had called herself a… human, hadn't she? "What's a human? Also, what's your mug supposed to be?"


    /dont worry about it!
    also sorry this is so short in comparison!! im kinda in a rush atm!


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  • if you choose to stay / private (king's landing)

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    A soft tune could be heard rising from the little serval's throat as she wandered the Red Keep; though she wasn't one for singing, she liked to hum songs that she heard from others on the occasion. It helped her pass the time when she had nothing else to, and unfortunately, she seemed to have a lot of time on her hands these days. Even so, humming wasn't doing much to keep her boredom at bay today. Perhaps she could go talk to Evya? She seemed quite nice, and Fortinbras was keen on getting them to marry, anyway, though she couldn't figure out why (politics had never been her forte). But she lived in Snakewood, and Diana had to clue if she was anywhere near the Red Keep at the moment.


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  • OURS IS THE FURY -- open , wedding preparations

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    Frankly, Diana was beyond excited for the coming matrimony; she liked Renlys, and now she could have a father! Plus, Elysaerys seemed quite happy to be with him, and it would be nice for her to settle down with someone like him. Was there any love involved, though? Such a concept was new to her, something she didn't often see between couples here. Renlys and Elyse didn't seem to be very affectionate towards each other, but they got along well, at the very least.


    "It looks great so far!" chirped the serval as she trotted over, smiling. "Can I be the flower girl?" It sounded like a lot of fun, scattering petals everywhere.


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  • the wars to come // meeting 12/26

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    Ah, so the warden positions were to be filled today? She had often wondered who would be asked to step up, and with pleasure she realized that she recognized the names of all three of those promoted. Oliver, of course, she knew of despite not being close with him. He was an enigma, that one, but well-deserving in her mind. Ceryse wasn't someone she knew very well, either. She seemed kind, though. And she was happy for Fortinbras; he was a very nice fellow, someone she wouldn't have minded being friends with. Evya would certainly be happy for him. "Congratulations," said the serval as she took a seat.


    A frown crept onto her face at the mention of her mother, as well as Jax. Why had Elyse chosen to step down? She would have to ask her about that later on. Surely everything was alright? At least a couple of others had been promoted, but any happiness she may have felt for them was overshadowed by worry.


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  • stop looking back [x] open, joining

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]Had she been told as a young girl (or younger than she was now) that she would one day desert Westeros, Diana Targaryen simply would have laughed; to leave the kingdom, the place she had been born and raised, seemed like such a preposterous notion. The kingdom itself was so large that she had yet to see it all, even presently, and she had only left her homeland twice before, both to visit Sunclan for brief periods of time.


    But Westeros was changing rapidly and Diana found it difficult to keep up. Her mother had vanished once more, this time without a trace, and Renlys was nowhere to be found. Nor was Evya, or anyone else she had recently befriended or grown up alongside. And so she had elected to do as Elysaerys had done: explore the vast lands untouched by her kingdom, learn new things and pick up new skills. If she was to serve Jaehaerys in the future, then this would be for the best.


    She had done a bit of research and came to the conclusion that Scarclan would benefit her; their military was reputable, their members fierce and disciplined — or so she had heard. Diana was confident that this would be good for her, and so she stopped at the border with her satchel in tow, containing the few belongings she had brought with her: some dried meat for her trip, the silver choker her mother had given her, and her training sword which poked out from her bag.


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