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 The Lion Meets The Sea, Myrcella
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Mar 12 2018, 03:48 AM
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22 years old
IRON ISLANDS
Targaryen
Greyjoy
Pyke
Noble


This was perhaps the most nervous Rodrik had been in his life, more so than the first time he played the finger dance, more than the first voyage he took as a captain, more so than meeting his father once again. All because of a girl, well a woman in truth, not that it would be any better in the eyes of an Ironborn, if any could tell what he was feeling he would be laughed off the dock he stood upon. But Rodrik was always good at hiding his feelings, his true thoughts, his smile was plastered on his face as he waited for the ship to arrive. A ship carrying something more precious and more important to his plans than anything else he had. A ship carrying his betrothed, Myrcella Lannister.

He was dressed in fine black silk shirt, and well made cloth pants also in black, embroidered upon his shirt was the golden kraken of his house. A pair of fine leather boots and a very well made sealskin cloak completed his ensemble. All parts of his clothing were designed to not be too finely made, he was an Ironborn after all, and it would do well for his betrothed to remember it. But the well made clothes still showed that he was not the same as all the other Ironborn on these rocks. He was a different type, more green-lander than most, but yet still with a core of iron and salt.

It was not long before the ship was clearly visible, standing out amongst the collection of ships making up the Iron fleet, the Lannister sails a stark contrast to the black and gold of the Greyjoy. His heart jumped at the sight, eager to lay eyes on the beauty of Casterly Rock, and just as eager to further his goals, but on the outside he kept his mostly calm exterior, apart from the ever present smile, and his eyes scanning the ship slowly as it pulled into the dock. He strode down the dock to meet it, not hurrying but neither did he walk slowly, he wanted to be there to greet his betrothed as she stepped onto Pyke, certain that she would have at least some misgivings, the feud between the Lannisters and the Greyjoys was legendary for a reason.

He bowed low with a smile as his betrothed stepped onto the docks before looking back up as he straightened and spoke "Welcome to Pyke my lady, I trust your travel was not overly taxing? I know the seas can be rather rough in this season". His smile only widened as he took her in, the rumours were certainly true, she was an absolute vision, certainly more beautiful than the women to be found on the islands. And even when compared to the many women he had known across the narrow sea, she was something special, the Lannister look was certainly there. He gestured to the servant next to him as he spoke once more "If your men wish to stay my servant will find them suitable accommodations nearby, and the dock master will ensure that your supplies are adequately replaced" He was not certain how to act with her yet, but was hoping his concern for her families men would come across well, he doubted that even Lannister sailors would be too soon to leave the first piece of land they have been on in some time, even if that is Greyjoy land.

He stepped back slightly to allow Myrcella a greater view of the docks and of Pyke, what of it you can see from this piece of land of course, certain it was not at all as impressive as many other places she had seen, but hoping it would not be a disappointment. "If you would like my lady it would be my honour to take you to your room, I am sure you would be tired and wishing for a chance to settle in?" he tilted his head slightly as he asked, hoping she would accept so he could be in her presence for just a little longer, and secretly worrying he was making mistakes. Interacting with high born ladies was certainly not his forte, but he had some experience in more diplomatic interactions than most that could be found on Pyke.
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MYRCELLA LANNISTER
 Posted: Mar 12 2018, 08:02 PM
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The journey had not been one the little lioness had been looking forward to. She was leaving her home, the place she had a right to inherit with the death of her brother and instead was going to marry the heir to Pyke. She could not blame Tycen for the move he had made, really. It was smart, and if there was something more than going to the Iron Islands that Myrcella hated it was being outsmarted. She couldn’t even come up with a good enough plan for revenge, not with how far away she would be and not one that wouldn’t hurt the Lannisters as a whole, and family came first.

Instead she boarded the ship and said goodbye to the Rock, and to her mother and father, and was on her way to her future. It was a future she feared yet she also knew where she could help her family through this marriage. She was at least marrying the heir to the Islands, that would put her in a position of power. Furthermore it meant she might be able to help with the raiding in the Westerlands, and that would benefit her family. She knew she could do well in her new position and she knew where the alliance would benefit the Lannisters. Again, Tycen was not acting solely to get rid of her, but to also help the Lannisters.

Land was in sight and Myrcella sighed softly to herself, realizing soon she would be upon Greyjoy land and subject to their whims. She was afraid her betrothed was like all the rumors she had heard of the Ironborn: cruel, ugly and stupid. Maybe she could handle ugly, but cruel or stupid would be difficult for her, both in their own ways. She felt her heart beating faster and when her guard offered to escort her to the deck, she found her hand was shaking as he helped to hold her steady. She didn’t want to appear nervous to her betrothed, showing fear could only inspire more cruelty she was sure, and so she took a deep breath before allowing herself to be escorted to the deck to look upon what was now her home, what she would rule.

The ship was nearing land and she would be grateful for solid ground beneath her feet once more. She did not much have her sealegs, and after a few nights of being stuck on the ship she had already gone a bit stir-crazy with nearly nowhere to go aside from pacing the ship that had carried her. Myrcella quickly learned she was not made for the sea, and that too scared her. If the Ironborn found out such a thing she was sure they would try and throw her from the island. They were a people used to the sea, and she would need to learn to like such things as well.

The men worked to dock the ship and Myrcella found her heart beating quickly once more. She was dressed in the crimson and gold of her house, a reminder of who she was and where she had come from. She was a lion and she would have the heart of one forever, even if she were soon to become a kraken. She felt the wind whipping at her golden locks, the nipping cold yet another reminder she was no longer at home. She stepped from the sip, her guard offering her a hand as she disembarked and headed toward the man dressed in the black and gold of House Greyjoy.

The first thing she noticed of the man was that he certainly was not as ugly as she had expected. The second thing was he also seemed to have more manners then she had expected as well. He was well spoken, a surprising fact to the Lannister. She curtsied low in response to his bow. “Thank you, My Lord. It is my pleasure to be here. My travel was as it was expected to be, though I am sure my men will be grateful for the hospitality you offer,” Myrcella said to the man with a smile. She almost wished her men would stay forever, to keep her safe here on this island of strangers, but she knew they would need to return to the Rock sometime soon.

Her eyes took in the sight of Pyke behind her betrothed as he stepped aside and she realized the foreign keep was soon to be her home. She was nervous how those who resided inside would receive her but she supposed she had no choice but to face the krakens inside. She turned back to the male as he spoke to her once more and she gave him a soft smile. “Please, you may call me Myrcella. We are soon to be wed, after all. And I would very much appreciate your company as an escort to my room,” Myrcella said, smiling to the male. She was looking forward to having a true bath drawn for her, it would be a luxury she had dearly missed. And she supposed more time getting to know something about her betrothed would be good. It would be nice to know if his current gentlemanly manners were an act in front of her men or if he truly was more of a gentleman than she expected an Ironborn to be.

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RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Mar 13 2018, 10:11 PM
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IRON ISLANDS
Targaryen
Greyjoy
Pyke
Noble


The sight of her stepping down from her ship, clad in crimson and gold. It took away his breath, to his eyes it seemed as if the Greenlander god, the maiden, had come to Pyke, she was absolutely beautiful. He knew he should not let her affect him in such a way, a betrothal between a Lannister and a Greyjoy, there must be some kind of plan behind such a thing. Perhaps she had been sent as a spy, keep an eye on the heir, make sure the Greyjoys remember their place. But he could not help being awed by such a woman, even as the cold wind whipped at her, somehow it made her more beautiful.

He was glad of the smile she gave, and the words that came with it, his gesture seemed to go over well in her eyes. “Thank you, My Lord. It is my pleasure to be here. My travel was as it was expected to be, though I am sure my men will be grateful for the hospitality you offer,” he nodded to his servant as she spoke, he knew they would be taken care of, and that as much as possible would be done to prevent any... incidences. He was glad she seemed happy to be here, even if it was perhaps nothing more than a platitude, as expected by most Greenlanders it seemed. "I am glad that your travel was not unduly poor, and I hope Pyke is not overly disappointing to you." He smiled softly as he spoke, though he knew compared to Casterly Rock, it was a poor castle, cold and ugly, but strong none the less.

“Please, you may call me Myrcella. We are soon to be wed, after all. And I would very much appreciate your company as an escort to my room,” His smile widened at her words, as much as that was possible, he was glad of the chance to continue to be in her presence, and even more so at the familiarity she was allowing already. "Thank you Myrcella, you may call me Rodrik if you wish,
it is a pleasure to finally meet you"
he smiled slightly nervously as he spoke offering his arm to her, hoping his gestures were correct, his interactions with Greenlander ladies were rather few and far between. From this start however, he was sure things would go well, she was beautiful and didn't appear to be weak. The sight of the Iron Islands alone was known to bring fear to the eyes of many Greenlanders, and the cold of winter certainly did nothing to improve the feeling of such a place.

Curiosity soon got the better of him as he began leading her up to the castle and to her new rooms, he had little opportunity to hear directly from the Lannisters about the current happenings on the mainland. "May I ask what news there is from the mainland? We rarely here much more than what comes upon raven wings, or stories told by gossiping sailors. Rarely a dependable source of information to be certain." He hoped the slight cheeky grin he gave as he spoke would help break the ice, it was not the most inventive of topics, but he was nervous and the walk was long. The castle was not overly close to the docks, and even once you entered, there were many stairs to climb. But for now he lead her up the long path, ignoring the many looks they were undoubtedly receiving. Little of interest happened here often, and the Heir to the Iron Islands arm in arm with a Lannister he was betrothed to? In a more peaceful time that would attract some interest, at a time when the Iron Islands were as... charged, as right now, many eyes would be upon them today.
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MYRCELLA LANNISTER
 Posted: Mar 16 2018, 08:10 PM
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MYRCELLA LANNISTER


The man talked well, especially compared to what she expected from an Iron Islander, though she supposed he was still a noble. One whose family was known to have betrayed the crown and survive on raids, and so she thought the male would be a beast unto himself, yet he seemed quite civil, almost like a Greenland lord she should have been marrying. Maybe this marriage wouldn’t be so bad if he was as civil as he seemed, if this wasn’t all some show to try and make her think he was a fair match for her.

“Quite the opposite, in fact. Pyke is quite becoming and shall make a suitable new home for me,” Myrcella said with a soft smile, one she was working on keeping on her face quite permanently for this exchange. It was bleak compared to Casterly Rock, but it was her new home and she needed to learn to have a love for it as she did The Rock. She would be the Lady of Pyke one day and she would need to serve her new home well. She took her duty quite seriously, and her duty to her Lannister family was now to become a Greyjoy and be a good wife and lady. For that it would be best to start with learning to love her new home.

The golden haired girl offered her betrothed to call her by her given name and he had accepted, offering his given name in return and Myrcella gave him a genuine smile, glad that he seemed happy as well to forgo certain formalities given they would be wed. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Rodrik,” she stated, testing out the name on her tongue as she took the arm that was offered to her. How odd, a lion and a kraken walking arm in arm, soon to be wed. Two enemies, ready to unite. Perhaps this would be a beneficial marriage, one that would be celebrated for bringing two enemies together. Hopefully it wouldn’t crumble or the kindness Rodrik was showing would disappear and leave Myrcella with a cruel and nasty husband. She hoped this was a good foundation for their marriage to grow.

She had fallen in step with her betrothed as he asked about news. “The biggest news seems to be of my Uncle Tyrion. They have captured him and he will stand trial, with my Uncle Tycen and Aunt Cersei serving as judges. Most believe he committed the crimes he is accused of. The trial must be underway by now though I have not received much news regarding the affair,” Myrcella said, wishing she knew more of the affairs. She loved Tyrion and she did not believe in his guilt. Instead she was nervous about the fate of her uncle and she prayed to the Seven for his safety at the end of all this. “And the affairs of Pyke? I know little of what is to be my new home, though I have heard your father, Balon, was recently returned to Pyke,” Myrcella noted, hoping to learn more from the male about what was now her home, and knowing that the information she did have was tainted by the hatred the West bore for the Iron Islands.
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RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Mar 18 2018, 06:29 PM
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22 years old
IRON ISLANDS
Targaryen
Greyjoy
Pyke
Noble


She seemed something of what he expected, a Greenlander lady for certain, but the Lannister traits were definitely there too. Hopefully he is not quite as Greyjoy or Ironborn as she expected, he was after all quite different from the usual Ironborn one met. Not that it was likely she had met many, burning down a fleet quite often bred some issues between families quite naturally. And he always did enjoy defeating expectations, but there was still Ironborn there, beneath the softer exterior, the iron spine and the blood of salt beneath the silk exterior.

Her comment brought a laugh to his lips, he had heard much said about Pyke in his life, but he had never heard it described as becoming. It was cold, harsh, and generally quite ugly and bleak, much like most of the people that called it home in fact. Many who lived upon its shores did not even love the place, beyond it's position as their home or the seat of the Ironborn 'Kingdom'. "I am glad you find it so, though I expect it will take quite some time to love it, many born upon its shores never find love for Pyke, it can be a rather cold and harsh home" Rodrik said with a grin, an easy appearance upon his face during this conversation.

Her smile sent a bit of a flutter to his heart and his shock at the feeling almost slipped past his smile before he again got control of his feelings. He was acting like a love struck little girl and that was extremely abnormal, he rarely let his feelings have much effect on him, and an affect of that strength? Almost unheard of, and in his mind almost frightening in its existence. "I hope you have not taken offence as to be betrothed to a Kraken dear Lion, I promise we are not all as slimy and ugly as the tales say" A very cheeky grin accompanied Rodriks words, he hoped to find a sense of humour underneath her calm exterior, it would serve her well to find the amusement beneath so many of the Ironborns pride.

The news about the dwarf was nothing new, even Pyke had received ravens about the upcoming trial of the apparent kinslayer. There were still the occasional toast raised to his name in some of the taverns of the Iron Islands, the greatest slayer of Lannisters alive he had heard him called. Rodrik was curious what her feelings were about the whole affair, she did not seem angry or overly upset while she spoke as he would expect when talking of a family member who has slain her kin. Perhaps she did not believe the stories true, or perhaps she was simply hiding her feelings as he was sure she was trained to do. "We have had no news of the trial since the first raven arrived upon our shores either." he stated as he continued to walk, that was not overly surprising, they rarely heard much that was not considered of the greatest import.

Her questions of the affairs of the Iron Islands and Pyke was not unexpected, she would after all one day help him rule them. But the mere mention of his father was enough to make him inwardly tense, a topic he did not wish to discuss but he would with his betrothed. After all she was meant to help him in all of his life as he her. "Pyke is complicated at the moment, there is a rather complex collection of issues that have arisen since Balon returned here." He carefully spoke making sure not to show any of his anger as he did, he would not call that man his father if he could avoid it, a father is there during your life, he raises you. He doesn't destroy your people and spend the greater part of your life licking another mans boots before returning to make the same mistakes again. One day he would discuss it more fully with his betrothed, but not here and not now.
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MYRCELLA LANNISTER
 Posted: Mar 25 2018, 06:46 PM
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Myrcella felt a small smirk come to her lips as Rodrik spoke of Pyke being a cold and harsh place. She knew her own castle at times had a chilly climate, her grandfather not necessarily the warmest of men. The exterior though, and her own parents, always had a warmth of their own. She was without that now, but she thought she could thrive through whatever harsh weather Pyke through at her. She would have to survive, she would not let this place consume her and spit her out. “I am sure I will find a place in my heart for my new home,” Myrcella assured her betrothed, as well as herself in truth. There had to be a spot in her Lannister heart for her new home, for the new loyalties she would have.

He was talking about her possible offense though at being betrothed to a Greyjoy and she felt herself almost shocked by his forwardness with the subject, trying to steel her features against showing any such shock. She was not ready for such a direct question, but she was a Lannister and she would not allow herself to show shock at such matters. She looked to her betrothed and saw the cheeky grin on his lips and gave her a smile, glad he accompanied such words with such lightness. “I could never take offence to being betrothed to the heir to House Greyjoy, especially if such a betrothal comes with a possible treaty for the people of the Westerlands,” Myrcella said with a small smile. He was certainly right about not all of them being ugly though; he was a fair deal more attractive then she had imagined he would be, and she was quite grateful for that. No matter how upset she was with Tycen for the match, at least he was not ugly, and he could speak prettily.

The blonde sighed softly as he spoke of no news about the trial. She worried for her uncle constantly and had prayed for him often during her sea journey to meet her betrothed. It was disappointing to have no news of how the trial, not that she had truly expected more news of it. She knew most of her pack hated her Uncle Tyrion and would not mourn his loss if he were to be executed, but Myrcella was not ready to lose her uncle so soon after losing her dear grandfather.

She nodded as he said Pyke was complicated, that Balon’s return had caused a whole host of issues on its own. She could already feel the desire to question him bubbling up inside her but she forced it down. Now was not the time for her mind to start churning, she could allow it later but not after just meeting the man. She still didn’t know how he might take to an inquisitive betrothed. “I suppose with time I shall become more knowledgeable about the complications on Pyke, and the issues as well,” Myrcella commented, hoping she would be able to be a good wife to its future ruler and understand the issues better.
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RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Mar 29 2018, 09:20 PM
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IRON ISLANDS
Targaryen
Greyjoy
Pyke
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Rodrik was greatly enjoying the time he was spending with his betrothed, she was more than he could have ever hoped, and he was finding that his grin was not faked, a rare thing since his return to the Iron Islands. He was certain that her home had its own negatives, all homes do, but his was perhaps not the most welcoming in compared to most. There was a reason so many Ironborn were raiders, and it was not just to get what they could not grow, escaping this desolate place was equally as important. "I am glad to hear that, and I hope you will also find a place for me" Rodrik spoke as he smiled, the truth of his words obvious on his face.

Hopefully she did not take too much offence to his directness, Ironborn were rarely subtle, and while he often was, if he did not need to be he was just as likely to be direct. It seemed to be the best way to handle this, rather than dance around discussions with the one woman he was likely to need to actually be truthful with and depend on. Though he was not likely to put much of his current struggles on her shoulders, he wanted to deal with these issues himself, she would have enough to deal with in her new home. "Thank you for your kind words, and I do hope we can prevent any further distrust and disdain between our peoples." Rodrik said with a slight smile. It was his hope for certain, but he knew even a marriage such as this would not change the history they had, but perhaps would change the future for the better, if no-one did anything foolish of course.

He felt a pang of sadness hearing her sigh, the trial seemed to cause a considerable affect on her, as would be expected with so many family members involved, both dead and alive. Rodrik was curious what her belief on the trial and its validity would be, but such a sensitive topic was not something that should not be breached. As such he continued walking in silence, worried he had perhaps taken a step he should have avoided. But it was all information, and he would learn and not make the mistake again, he may bring the topic up later, perhaps after the trial is completed. Her interest in Pyke was promising, and her comment seemed to show her interest in learning, while not wanting to push too far. "In time I am sure you will" Rodrik smiled reassuringly as he spoke.

Rodrik continued leading her through the corridors of the castle, before stoppin in front of her new chambers, opening the door carefully and holding it open for her to enter. He had chosen a set of rooms close to his and almost the best one could find here, not that they were particularly luxurious, but they were not overly dank and small at least. "These are your rooms, I hope they do not disappoint too much, we are short of luxuries here on Pyke" Rodrik spoke carefully smiling at her. He hoped she truly would not be too upset with these rooms, it was one kind of test of her character for certain.
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