After 25 years, Westeros has reattained heights not seen in generations. The family's rule is strong, they have the love of their subjects, and their future seems secure with many heirs and dragons to their name. Jon and Daenerys secured alliances with the other great houses, created a standing army loyal to the crown, pulled the kingdom out of debt, maintained liberty in Essos, and have presided over one of the longest periods of peace in living memory. However cracks have begun to appear. Old and new rivalries are stirring among the noble families, and the peasantry in many parts of the nation broils over religious and economic discontent, while raiders begin to plunder the land, rebels take up arms, and monsters stalk unsuspecting innocents. In Essos, chaos reigns as the Three Daughters and Volantis clash, with the other free cities caught in between. The freedom Daenerys created in the Bay of Dragons is threatened by a new Great Khal, the New Masters, and elements in Qarth. Many in the family are divided on how to proceed, and the longstanding peace may be broken.

Age: 41

Appearance: The once youthful Jon has aged gracefully since the War of Ten Crowns. His hair and beard have turned from pure black to being heavily streaked by silver. His cheekbones and jaw more prominent than they had been in his youth, and his face is more marked by wrinkles than it had been before. Time and the weight of rulership have taken their tolls on the King. He has even collected a few more scars, for though the realm has never gone to open war under his rule, he has still had occasion to unsheathe his sword. Despite all that, Jon is still in prime physical condition and is still a subject of affection for the realm's maidens as ever.

In attire, Jon styles himself as a mix of Stark and Targaryen, dressing himself predominantly in white, red, and black with wolven or draconic motiffs. He eschews most jewelry save for a signet ring in the shape of a green dragon and a wolf clasp with red eyes and white fur. His crown was crafted specifically for him, as it was carved from dragonglass by the children of the forest to evoke the crown of the King in the North. He is often seen with his direwolf Ghost by his side.

Role: King of The Iron Throne, Family Patriarch, Rider of Rhaegal

Equipment: King Jon is armed with Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes. It is a mystical blade, forged in a powerful but mysterious arcane ritual on the eve of the Long Night. It comes with it's own mystical scabbard covered in ancient runes. When unsheathed, the sword emits a powerful light and intense heat, and can become inflamed at Jon's will. It is as sharp as any Valyrian steel sword and is known to be effective against white walkers and wights. Jon also dons a suit of Valyrian steel armor, smoky black plate fringed with red gold, that is almost impossible to pierce but is also inexplicably light. It was worn by King Euron, and Jon claimed the armor after his death.

Skills: King Jon is a trained and tested warrior and very skilled with a sword. While not of the same caliber as the truly legendary warriors of the Seven Kingdoms; Jon is still a formidable fighter and could give any living knight a fight, even without his mystical armament. Jon is also a master survivalist, as a veteran ranger of the Night's Watch, and royal living has not dulled his skills as a hunter and forester. Jon is also a talented rider, both on horseback and dragonback though he is not as adept as his wife. Jon's main talents are his skill as a leader however. He is one of the most experienced military commanders in Westeros and has lead many campaigns and possesses a keen tactical mind. He is extremely inspiring, and his men would follow him into the Seven Hells. His experience as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and King in the North honed him into a masterful diplomat and overseer, able to skillfully negotiate with the strong personalities that rule the powerful families of Westeros. He will likely be remembered as one of Westeros' greatest Kings.

Biography: Jon Stark had been a quiet, brooding, sober, and even somewhat melancholy youth during his time in the Night's Watch. He was honorable, kind, loyal, and a shrewd leader. His seeming death by the hands of his sworn brothers however, changed him. After his return Jon was still brooding, still quiet, still strong of mind and will. But there was a fire in him now. He returned as a more decisive man, still honorable and ultimately moral but much more willing to stoop to violent or ruthless means if the situation warranted it. He would do his best to negotiate, to avoid bloodshed. But once violence was unavoidable, he was unyielding and unstoppable.

Despite this new fire, he was the only ruler to abstain from the hostilities in the later portions of the War of Ten Crowns. Instead he was the only to console peace and together with his friend Tyrion Lannister negotiated an armistice in order to unite the living against the dead. During this time he discovered his true parentage as the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, a revelation that affected him profoundly. He fought bravely in the War for the Dawn and lead the armies of the living to victory over the Night's King. In the aftermath, he realized his duty and destiny was to lead Westeros to peace. And so he married his aunt Queen Daenerys and ruled as Westeros' first dragonking in generations.

They married in the Winterfell Godswood before the Heart Tree during the Winter of 300 AC after the defeat of the Night's King in a ceremony of friends, family, and luminaries of the realm. He and Daenerys were coronated in a lavish celebration in the Summer of 300 AC, presenting their firstborn children Aemon and Daenyra to the kingdom to the adulation of their subjects. Together with his many friends and allies, the new regime created a peaceful and prosperous nation. Jon was not an idle ruler and after consolidating his hold in King's Landing he spent much of the early years of his reign on dragonback, journeying to all the corners of his realm to help his people rebuild. Commoners and nobility alike came to respect him and with Daenerys as his Queen, his reign was cemented.

After spending a few years travelling and calming the realm, with only sporadic returns to the capital, Jon finally settled down permanently in the Red Keep; though he often traveled to Winterfell. His rule was eventful but largely bloodless, as he mainly worked toward creating lasting peace in Westeros and maintaining freedom in Essos. Only occasionally did Jon need to intervene militarily, though he never did so with open war, usually opting instead to personally pacify any and all violence. Despite the peace in Westeros, Jon continued to take an active hand in governance and never shirked his duties to the realm, yet he managed to balance his responsibilities as a king with his responsibilities as a father and he doted on his children.

Recently, with the turmoil in Westeros and across the Narrow Sea, Jon has become more active, heroically attempting to calm the flames before they turn into an inferno. Despite his best efforts, the threat of war looms larger every day. Jon's greatest fear is that the realm will suffer the ravages of war once again under his watch and that his children will be forced to witness the horrors of war.

Notes:
-Jon's personal banner is the White Wolf, which is accompanied by the Three-Headed Dragon in official functions.
-His cousins Lady Sansa and Lady Arya are members of the Small Council. Sansa is one of Jon's keenest diplomats and Arya is Jon's shadowy left hand, his hidden weapon.

Age: 40

Appearance: Daenerys is no longer as youthful as she once was, but she is no less beautiful. Her elaborately braided silver-blonde hair is still long and vibrant, her porcelain pale skin is only lightly marked by wrinkles, and her violet eyes remain clear and vibrant. She still seems like an otherworldly beauty, but childbirth has matured her and her frame is not as as delicate and lithe as it had been; instead she is more shapely now than she had been in youth. longer a maiden, many still consider the Queen to still be the most beautiful woman in Westeros. However like all veterans of the Long Night, she did not escape without marks. Long, healed, scars trace her arms and shoulders but she does not hide them and as often as not opts for sleeveless attire.

Unlike her husband, Daenerys has fully embraced her Targaryen heritage and dresses predominantly in rich red and blacks adorned with the finest jewels and accessories with dragon and fire motifs. Upon her head rests the ancient Valyrian steel crown of Aegon the Conqueror, a gift from House Martell. Around her neck, she often wears a choker of jade, onyx, and ivory depicting her three draconic "children".

Role: Queen of the Iron Throne, Lady of the House, Rider of Drogon

Equipment: Though she is not a warrior like her husband or her sons, she is a dragon rider. Her battle armor is the finest plate, gilded black steel with red enamel and rubies inlaid, the same style as her late brother Rhaegar. The saddle she wears for riding Drogon is fine supple black leather, and quite large, as Drogon is now similar in size to Balerion the Dread. When holding court with King Jon, she often bears a ceremonial black scepter topped with a red three-headed dragon.

Skills: Out of all the dragonlords of House Targaryen, Daenerys is the most skilled and experienced rider. She was the first to take flight on dragonback in centuries, and she became naturally adept at it. Her husband and her children could not hope to best her in feats of aerial skill and daring. Even on horseback, Daenerys is incredibly talented, and would still be able to outrace knights half her age. Daenerys' true skills lie in her ability as a head of state. She cut her teeth reigning in Slaver's Bay, and the experience allowed her to develop into one of the finest negotiators and rulers of the age. She is versed in many languages and is familiar with foreign religions and cultures, making her an enormous boon in matters of foreign relations. While Jon is more subtle, Daenerys is passionate and able to energize people into action. She is beloved by the common people, and she inspires almost fanatical devotions in her followers.

Biography: For such a long time, Daenerys had been lost. She had lost sight of her true goal of retaking the Iron Throne for her family, and had been embroiled in the knot of Slaver's Bay politics. It had almost been a relief when she was spirited away by Drogon to the Dothraki Sea. In those grasslands, Daenerys finally became who she was meant to be. She quickly subdued the Dothraki hordes, and united them as one great Khalasar under her rule. Her army marched into Meereen and defeated the Slavers in the climactic Battle of Fire. The Masters bowed to her will, and with the Ironborn on her side, and a massive fleet at her command; she finally took to the seas. She had commandeered the Slaver's ships, siege weapons, and cavalry. Combined with her Dothraki, the Unsullied, her mercenaries, her freedmen, shavepates, and the Ironborn; Daenerys had a formidable force.

Tyrion, who had been in communication with Varys, told Daenerys of an offer of a marriage alliance with a man who claimed to be Aegon Targaryen. Daenerys had been ecstatic at the revelation that her nephew could have been alive and eagerly agreed. With this alliance all of Daenerys' forces, Aegon's, the combined chivalry of the Reach, and all of Dorne united under one banner. Daenerys landed on Dragonstone, scattered the Iron Throne's forces without a fight, and thus begun her campaign against Queen Cersei and King Euron Greyjoy. The hostilities were relatively brief, but destructive. The Targaryen coalition was forever feuding and faced cunning and powerful enemies. During this time, King Jon; who held half of the realm in his control and had not declared for either side, came to treat with Daenerys at Dragonstone. Tyrion was there mutual acquaintance and tried to smooth things between them for negotiation; but there had already been an undeniable attraction to each other at first sight.

Despite this attraction, Jon did not deign to pledge his banners to her. Instead he tried continually to warn her of a greater threat to the North. For a while the two feuded, as the country bled but eventually Daenerys agreed to hold a summit between the warring rulers. Before the summit, it was revealed to her that Aegon was no true son of Rhaegar and that Jon in fact was her nephew. Overnight her plans changed and at the summit Jon and other survivors of the White Walker attacks proved their case to the rulers of the realm. The armies of the living united to fight the Night's King. Daenerys and Drogon were instrumental in the battle and her armies helped turn the tide. After the war, Daenerys lived with Jon in Winterfell for a time to wait out the short but harsh season. During this time, she became close with the Starks and began to consider them a second family. She had never been particularly religious, but her wedding ceremony with Jon before the Heart Tree was the closest she ever came to a religious experience. That night she felt the presence of the Old Gods.

She conceived her twins Aemon and Rhaella that winter, and in summer when she and Jon took the Iron Throne, she presented her children to the realm; to thunderous applause and the roars of dragons. With a small council of devoted and talented friends and allies, the young regents began their long, prosperous reign. Many of Daenerys' Essosi followers returned home to the Free Essos she had created, but many more stayed and settled in Westeros in it's latest and largest migrant wave. Daenerys did her best to bridge the two worlds and amicably integrate them into Westerosi society, and she has had some success. But animosity remains to this day. When her friend Missandei came of age, Daenerys sent her to Essos, to help her maintain the freedom she had fought so hard to create. Daenerys frequently traveled with her husband Jon in the early years of their reign, getting to know her country better and establishing relationships with the noble families. In time, she became a beloved Queen and was embraced by the people.

After such a long time ruling, Daenerys has taken a much less active role than she had before. Most of her children are of age, and Prince Aemon in particular is poised to succeed his parents and be a fine king. Daenerys was content and assured in the future. However the recent emerging turmoil both within and without the nation have forced Daenerys away from her contentment and once again it seems she must fight for freedom in Essos and keep the realm from bleeding.

Age: 25

Appearance: Aemon is the image of a future king. He stands at 6'3 and has broad shoulders with the musclular build of a soldier. He once wore his silver hair shoulder length but now keeps it cropped short, and his eyes are the same violet as his mother's. Aemon usually sports a short beard and his hands are callused from years of warrior training and small skirmishes. He prefers to attire himself in simple black tunics and doublets, forgoing most ornament save for a Valyrian steel circlet. Aemon inherited his mother's comeliness but also his father's lean and hard countenance.

Role: Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne, Advisor on the Small Council, Commander of the Dragonstone Fleet, Rider of Snowfyre

Equipment: Aemon wields the legendary Valyrian steel bastard sword Blackfyre. His armor is of the finest quality, black steel with plating akin to dragon scales, clawed gauntlets, and dragon wings adorning the helm. Aemon's cape is black and red, though he prefers to eschew it in real combat situations. He is primarily an offensive fighter and bears no shield.

Aemon is a dragonrider, and is the rider of Snowfyre, the child of Drogon; who hatched from an egg placed in his crib. Unlike his father, Snowfyre has pure white scales and red eyes the color of blood. Grand Maester Samwell theorizes that Snowfyre is an example of an albino Dragon and is thus a particularly rare specimen. Snowfyre is of similar size to Drogon during the War of Ten Crowns, and he is not as strong as his sire but much nimbler in his youth. His dragonfire is white with streaks of red.

Skills: Aemon is as fine a warrior as his father; though he is not a natural talent like Rhaegar. His main skill lies in swordsmanship, though he is competent with knives, bows, spears, and warhammers. He is fluent in Valyrian of many dialects, Dothraki, Lhazareen, the Old Tongue dialects of the Wildlings, and Common. He also understands Skroth, the tongue of the White Walkers though he cannot speak it as it is unpronounceable to humans. Aemon is a skilled but not outstanding horse rider, but is one of the most talented dragonriders in the family. Aemon is familiar with courtly etiquette and protocol and is a competent diplomat and is an adept steward, able to comfortably manage the affairs of his holdings. His real talent is leadership. He inspires devotion to those who serve him and has one of the keenest strategic minds in Westeros. Though he has never seen true battle, he has fought in several military actions and is as comfortable in the battlefield as he is in the dining room.

Biography: From the day he was born, Aemon was fated to rule. To lead. While some heirs ignored this responsibility, or were overburdened by it, or overly reveled in it, Aemon approached his birthright as his duty; a matter of little joy but great importance. Aemon was a brooding lad in childhood, not prone to gregariousness like his twin sister Daenyra. Aemon was not overly fond of courtly frivolities, instead mostly electing to train in arms and learn all he needed to learn to be King. He isolated himself from many of his peers and only spent time with a small number of close friends, who he grew to be fiercely loyal to. These friends and his family were the only ones who Aemon really confided in, the only ones who saw his smiles or heard his laughs. Only with them would he be the young boy he was. But to the rest of the court, he was a disciplined, polite, and regal youth who showed little emotion but inspired much loyalty and devotion due to his sense of justice and honor.

Aemon was not a genius or a lover of the arts, but he had a talent for command since he was young. His father taught him all he knew of swordfighting and battle strategy, a subject that he excelled in. Aemon served as his father's squire and accompanied him on many of his councils and meetings with dignitaries. His mother taught him the intricacies of court life and etiquette, and was the one who taught him to ride a dragon. In the former he was a conscientious student, but took no joy in courtly functions while in the latter he was a natural talent. Both of his parents extensively educated him in the culture and society of those he would someday rule. He learned to hunt like a wildling, ride a horse like a Dothraki, and sail a ship like an Ironborn. He grew close to his Stark cousins and formed bonds with the sons and daughters of many influential noblemen. Aemon was praised as a fine heir to the Iron Throne, with the Lords of Westeros incredibly pleased to have him as their future king. Even the commons loved him, as Aemon was known to sponsor charitable works in King's Landing and attained quite a bit of renown for his skill in duels.

At sixteen, King Jon decided his son was ready to become the Prince of Dragonstone. He gave Aemon control of the lordship, responsible for overseeing a large portion of the royal army and the maintenance of the royal fleet; as well as the defense of King's Landing from any naval threats and the management of vassals in the Narrow Sea. Many would have thought him too young to shoulder the responsibility, but Aemon excelled in his role with the help of a talented group of dedicated friends. Jon also gave Aemon a spot on the Small Council as an Advisor. Aemon gave stewardship of Dragonstone to Sam Snow, the bastard son of Samwell Tarly, his close friend but frequently rode Snowfyre to the island to personally inspect his holdings. He split his time between Dragonstone and King's Landing, and was fast friends with his younger siblings; particularly Rhaegar and Rhaenys. However as Aemon grew older and threats slowly started to emerge in the last few years; Aemon began to spend less and less time in King's Landing and instead chose to make sure his forces were ready for any contingency. Under his oversight, the Dragonstone fleet became a mighty force capable of defending the kingdom from any attack.

Recently, as Aemon aged and he was without a wife and family; many lords began jockeying for the honor of wedding their daughter to him. Aemon, concerned with military matters and administration, spent little time on romance and left the decision of a match to his royal parents. Jon and Daenerys then decided to wed Aemon to an old friend and one of the few women he ever had romantic feelings for, Julianna Lannister. And so Aemon saddled Snowfyre and rode across the sea to attend a historic wedding. Aemon is not king, but when his time comes, he is determined to do his duty and rule the Kingdom with justice and honor.

Notes:
- His personal banner is a white dragon with red eyes, wings crossed over it's chest
- Aemon is close friends with Sam Snow and Bael Rayder, Mance Rayder's son, and many other children of notables across the land.

Following Jaime Lannister's banishment from the Kingsguard and the subsequent death of Cersei Lannister at her brothers hands in the following months the Lannister dynasty was removed from the Iron Throne and stripped of their influence over the Seven Kingdoms. Jaime went on to further abdicate his title of Lord of the Rock to his brother Tyrion Lannister in the wake of the Long Night and, While still regarded as one of the most infamous men in Westeros, Tyrion had become a close adviser to Queen Danaerys before her return to the country. It was because of this close tie to the queen that he was made Hand of the King following the realm's victory against The Others.

With Tyrion on the seat of Casterly Rock as well as guiding King Jon and Queen Danaerys in most matters of state his clever stewardship was one of the footholds the realm used to heal itself from the long periods of fighting in the years prior. Though Tyrion has gained a reputation for being quick, helpful, and fair much of the realm still views him for what he is: A Lannister and a Dwarf, and Tyrion often wonders which of those titles is more damning. Despite Tyrion's rise to power, however, the Lannister family saw its share of hardships in the years following the War of the Five Kings. The family's experienced leadership died with the brothers Tywin and Kevan Lannister and so the family had to work hard for years to regain their fortitude and re-strengthen the Rock.

This was partially accomplished through the still valid marriage of Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark. By Tyrion's own reluctant suggestion and Danaerys favoritism toward the dwarf, King Jon and Lady Sansa agreed to keep the marriage intact and forge a lasting bond between the North and the Westerlands. This allowed both realms to profit off of the others knowledge and resources and help aid the rebuilding of both houses after their hard times in the previous years. Now the Westerlands are nearly out of the woods with their war debt and damage and things are starting to look up for House Lannister, despite some of their numerous enemies plotting against them and indeed even some of their own turning cloak.

Name: Tyrion Lannister
Age: 52

Appearance: Tyrion is a Dwarf standing just over three feet tall with stubby legs and a slightly bulbous head. He possesses a unique stare with one vibrant green eye and one dark purple along with a sickening scar that travels diagonally across what remains of his nose from his forehead to his jaw. His bleach blonde hair has turned mostly white, however it would be difficult for one to tell much of a difference, and his beard is now kempt in a tidy goatee. Along with Tyrion's previous scarring at the battle of the black water, he has gained several more from the three battles he fought after returning to westeros, and he walks with a limp now, due to having had one of his hips broken during the long night.

Role: Tyrion is the Lord of House Lannister, Warden of the West, and Hand of the King. He leads the small Council and sits the Iron throne when King Jon and Queen Danaerys are not present, and his word is considered to be the word of the King himself.

Equipment: Tyrion has hung up his Ax and shield and adopted a smooth wooden cane with a fine golden Lions head for a hand grip and a clubbed foot.

Skills: Tyrion is a master manipulator and is considered one of the most intelligent men in Westeros by those who can look past his disabilities. He is Also a big fan and avid player of Cyvasse, having won and lost against many of the great masters of the game.

Biography:
Tyrion was born to Tywin and Joanna Lannister in 273AC, his mother died giving birth to him and this, along with his dwarfism, leading to long term animosity between Tyrion, his father, and his sister although his Brother Jaime became his closest friend. Tyrion has been all over Westeros from the Wall to Dorne and was always known throughout the country as a scholar as well as a whoremonger. During the early days of the War of the Five Kings Tyrion was falsely accused of attempting to murder Brandon Stark and was thus taken prisoner by Lysa Arryn in the Vale. Tyrion won his freedom through Bronn, a mercenary and close friend of Tyrion's for years to come.

Tyrion went on to become essential in the defense of King's Landing from Stannis Baratheon in the midst of the War and served temporarily as Hand of the King. He was later accused of murdering King Joffrey Baratheon at his wedding ceremony to Lady Margaery Tyrell. Because of this he fled the country to Essos where he encountered Aegon Targaryen and his allies and learned that they intended to put him on the Iron Throne. It was after Tyrion wandered off to a brothel that he was taken captive by Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island and the two set off to find Danaerys Targaryen in Mereen.

Jorah and Tyrion were captured however and sold into slavery and told they would have to invade Mereen and help kill the very person they set out to find. Thanks to Tyrion's quick wit and cunning charm he gained his freedom in the battle with the help of one of the Mercenary captains in the Slave camps. Tyrion went on to find Queen Danaerys and become a close, loyal advisor to her throughout her rule. He remained by her side during her return to Westeros as well.

Having helped her and Jon Stark defeat the long night as well as inheriting the title of Lord of the Rock from his brother, Tyrion was made hand of the king at Danaerys' request. Since then Tyrion has faithfully served the realm and offered as much helpful advice to the King as he could. King Jon, having remembered meeting Tyrion and the sage advice he had once offered him, accepting Tyrion and even went as far as to tell the dwarf that he respected and admired him. Tyrion was humbled by this and has sworn undying allegiance to King Jon even if it means the destruction of House Lannister.

Notes: Tyrion is hated by many, but also has many loyal friends across Westeros and Essos. Regardless of what their opinion of the man might be, everybody knows his name.

Name: Jaime Lannister
Age: 59
Appearance: Jaime is just nearly as handsome in his old age as he once was in his youth, with flowing hair now tied in a knot behind his head and a heavily groomed beard, once gold but now white though still a feast for the eyes of the older women in Westeros. Jaime is missing his right hand, it has been replaced with a solid gold replica and he often wears a glove over it just to hide his deformity, his brother Tyrion having taught him all to well how disabilities can be cruelly damning to an individual.

Role: Jaime acts as Castellan of Casterly Rock, overseeing the men at arms as well as the defense of the Rock and Lannisport. He also acts as Lord during Tyrion's long absences in King's Landing, though all major decisions are still made by Tyrion via Raven.

Equipment: Jaime hasn't fought a true fight in nearly ten years, however he still wears a fine lions-head pommel blade at his hip along with a dagger in his boot, just in case the odd assassin slips into the Castle at night.

Skills: Though Jaime had once been the best swordsman in Westeros that day had come and gone. In his later years he'd been forced to develop his social skills, he makes for a proud and regal face for House Lannister where Tyrion cannot. He is also a very skilled military tactition and does an excellent job of keeping soldiers and peasants alike in line.

Biography: Jaime was born in Casterly rock alongside his twin sister, Cersei. The two became inseparable at a young age and even began experimenting sexually with eachother before reaching age ten. Although some members of the household such as Tyrion and Tywin had their suspicions about the twins incestuous relationship it was kept as a closely guarded secret for years.

Jaime went on to join the Kingsguard under the Mad King Aerys Targaryen and, just as Eddard Stark claimed King's Landing during the rebellion, Jaime plunged his sword through his own king's back, forever branding himself an oathbreaker and a kingslayer. This, however, did not get Jaime removed from his position and he instead went on to serve King Robert Baratheon, who wed Cersei.

It was at the start of the War of the Five Kings that Jaime and Cersei's relationship finally came to light, when Eddard Stark and Stannis Baratheon, both of their own accord, discovered that the royal children were indeed sired by Jaime rather than the King. Throughout the course of the war Jaime played a vital role in maintaining power for House Lannister both in the west and on the Iron Throne.

At the height of the war and of his prowess Jaime lost his right hand, having to teach himself all over again how to use a sword. Despite this injury he was later made Lord Commander of the King's Guard. He resumed his relationship with his sister after returning to King's Landing but he saw the flaw in her rule. With the death of their oldest son, Joffrey, Cersei had begun to go mad and it was only a matter of time before she destroyed the realm, or worse, herself.

Jaime attempted to reason with her and even went as far as to break off their relationship for good. Cersei banished him from the kingsguard and, just as she reached the apex of her madness, Jaime stabbed her through the heart with his own blade, thus becoming a kinslayer as well.

After Danaerys came to westeros Jaime re-united with his brother Tyrion and swore to help him, Danaerys, and Jon Stark save the realm from the Long Night. He fought in the war and afterward he abdicated his title of Lord of Casterly Rock to his brother Tyrion, thus becoming no more than a faithful servant of his family.

Notes: Jaime Lannister is nearly as hated as Tyrion Lannister, but he's a pretty boy and a great public face for his house whereas Tyrion is the true steward.

Name: Sansa Stark (Legally Sansa Lannister)
Age: 39
Appearance: Sansa Stark has always been renowned for her immaculate beauty, later in life this is no different for the Stark girl who grew to mirror her mother Catelyn perfectly. Thick auburn curls adorn her head while her eyes are a regal shade of blue shining off of her fair skin. Though her hair is a little more brittle now and her youth has gone she remains a lady in every sense of the word.

Role: Though Sansa spends much of her time in the north she acts as a powerful diplomatic figure in nearly every court in Westeros. Trained by Petyr Baelish and wed to Tyrion Lannister she has mastered the Game of Thrones and become one of its most decisive and influential players.

Equipment: After her time in the company of Littlefinger Sansa learned that it is always unwise to leave home without protection and thus tends to carry a small, thin dagger whenever she can.

Skills: Sansa is a sage negotiator as well as a smart webweaver and strategist. She provides both Houses Lannister and Stark with wise council and acts as the bandage which has begun to heal their rivalry.

Biography:
Sansa was born to the renowned Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully at Winterfell just over a decade before the War of the Five Kings. She was tutored in matters of court by her mother while her brothers learned to lead men and climb walls. Her world changed forever when King Robert Baratheon came to Winterfell to ask Ned Stark to take the office of Hand of the King.

Sansa went south to Kings Landing after a betrothal was made between her and the heir to the Iron Throne, Joffrey Baratheon. It was after King Robert was killed in a hunting accident and Eddard beheaded for treason by her betrothed that Sansa realized how dangerous a world she had entered. Petyr Baelysh, the very man who had betrayed her father, rescued Sansa from King's Landing and brought her north to the Vale.

Sansa Stark was later reunited with Jon Snow, the supposed bastard of Ned Stark. Later it was revealed that Jon Snow was indeed a Targaryen, though Sansa stayed by his side and saw him as more of a brother than she ever had as a small girl. She did not take part in the war for against the Others, however during this time Sansa took the opportunity to begin garnering future allies for house Stark. Sansa was also a crucial player in bringing Danaerys and Jon together for the first time.

After the war she re-married Tyrion Lannister and Jon ascended to the throne, cementing a sure path for the future success of both of her houses. Sansa has spent her recent days journeying to the sup with the high lords of Westeros and examine the current political positions of all the power players in the realm, hopefully her information will provide Tyrion with vital knowledge in the coming days.

Notes: Though Sansa never wanted to marry Tyrion she has become much like her mother Catelyn and learned to love him as much as a wife can love a husband. She misses him in her absence and often recalls the fond memories she has of her husband in the later years of their marriage.

Name: Julianna Lannister
Age: 17
Appearance: Julianna is fair skinned with strawberry blonde curls and the trademark green eyes of House Lannister. She is tall and thin, with a facial structure that resembles her long dead aunt Cersei. She is missing her left pinky and the stump of the finger has some scarring.

Role: Julianna is Tyrion's daughter and is due to wed Prince Aemon, further securing House Lannister's continued survival.

Skills: Julianna is adventurous and very inventive. She has a quick wit and often takes after her father when presented with obstacles. She believes largely in a mind over matter philosophy and has learned to make use of her intelligence.

Biography:
Julianna was born in Casterly Rock to Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark. She spent the first thirteen years of her life in the Westerlands, only traveling to meet her uncle and cousins in Winterfell once. Shortly after her thirteenth nameday Juliana set out on the road with her mother to learn the ways of the political system and garner knowledge of the nobility in the realm.

It was during this time that she first met Aemon Targaryen and formed an attraction to him. To her surprise Tyrion had already negotiated a marriage pact with Jon and Danaerys and was ecstatic to hear that she liked him. Several months ago Julianna came to Kings Landing to prepare for her wedding to the prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

Name: Tom Lannister
Age: 15
Appearance: Slender and lean with short blonde curls and bleach blonde hair that mimics his fathers, Tom is a handsome youth with appealing facial features and a strong, athletic build. He has been said to be more attractive than his uncle Jaime was at his age.

Role: Tom is the heir to Casterly Rock so he spends his days at Tyrion's side, learning how to govern and lead men, while his uncle Jaime oversaw his tutelage with swordplay and matters of war.

Equipment: Tom Lannister does not carry a weapon with him most places, however he does have a personal suit of armor and custom sword which he tends to bring on long journeys.

Skills: Tom is a mediocre steward with very little understanding of the world of politics. He is, however, quite proficient at swordplay as he was instructed by one of the most famed swordsmen in recent history. On top of this and although he has never led men into battle he is known to have inspired the soldiers in Casterly Rock with his patriotism and pride.

Biography: Tom was born in Tyrion's absence and he was a month old by the time Tyrion managed to arrive home to see him. By this time Tom had heavily imprinted on his uncle Jaime and the two have gone on to form an unbreakable bond. Tom even went as far as to tell Jaime that he saw him as more of a father than Tyrion, although Jaime dismissed this and reassured Tom that Tyrion loved him and wanted the best for him. Tom began to see his father in a more positive light, however he was still always much closer to Jaime.

Tom has spent most of his life at home learning how to rule. The marriage of his sister to Prince Aemon has given him an excuse to leave the Rock and finally see some of the world. If Tom has any say in the matter this will be far from his last adventure.

Notes: Tom is undyingly loyal to house Lannister, especially his father, uncle, sibling, and mother.

Name: William Bolton

Age: 64

Appearance: Had the years been kinder, or had he been younger, William perhaps might have had some resemblance to his ancestor, the late Roose. However, time and stress have a way of withering a face into nought but a shadow of what it once was. Crow's feet threaten to tear his face in two, and his hair has begun its inevitable retreat from his forehead. Flecks of white had begun to invade what once was black, both on the top of his head, and in his beard, which had grown long and unruly. Everything about the man gave the impression of defeat, of one bent under a force he cannot control.

Role: Lord of the Dreadfort

Prized Possessions: The ancestral blade of Bolton, a set of plate armor he once wore to battle, and an old longsword made to look like it was covered in eyes.

Skills: Despite his senses being dulled from what it used to be, William retains a strong sense of his own mind. His eyes are still as sharp as they have been, eagerly drinking in any room he enters and hunting down the last dark corners. While his sharp tongue does not tend to lash out as much as it used to, it is still present, and resurfaces itself in his fits of anger or drunkenness. He can still hold a sword, and knows how to swing it, and while he will never be remembered as a great warrior, his contemporaries would do well to watch themselves around his blade.

Biography: William is the last of the line of Boltons, claiming blood from Ramsay and Roose before him. When the Starks returned to Winterfell, led by Jon, Ramsay stayed behind to make an insane final stand where he met his end. Jeyne, under the custody of the Starks, gave birth in her prison chambers to William, who miraculously survived the dark unclean environment. Of course, nobody in the North had any desire to ward this child, borne of their enemies. So reluctantly, he was allowed to stay a ward of Winterfell, where a close eye could be kept on him. Eventually, his skill with both blade and administration, coupled with the overextension of Stark power, meant that although reluctant, they were effectively forced to hand the Dreadfort back into Bolton control.

William was once an ambitious man, but that ambition was never meant to last forever. In his late thirties, it had dribbled away, as he worked tirelessly on plot after plot, and that left nothing for his later years. All he wants in life anymore is a rest, an escape from the world around him. Life has been cruel since the beginning, and has shown no sign of letting up yet. He finds himself more and more frequently spending his evenings sitting in his chair by the fire, letting his mind lead him this way and that, waking up hours later only to find that the night has passed him by.

Notes:

Name: Arak Bolton

Age: 25

Appearance: The first thing one may notice about Arak is his arms. One is strong and functional, while the other is weak, limp, and hangs loosely at his side. That arm is fitted with a series of ropes and hooks that may be used to hold a shield. Beyond that, he is full faced, bulky with muscle from his long years of intense training, and is incredibly darkly tanned for a Northman due to his tendency to prefer the sunny outside. However, the Boltons have left him with one gift of blood. His irises are the milky pale of his father, William Bolton.

Role: Lord of Ethering

Equipment: A trusty old spear, a mighty shield from his Cowhide service, and a worn copy of "Memoirs in the Web".

Skills: Arak is nearly unparalleled in fighting, in lockstep formation with his Cowhide Shields or on horseback with his father's woodland lancers. He is also skilled in administration, and at his age, as already had years of experience both governing a castle and his father's many institutions. What's more, his sense of honor and duty are unshakable, and he is known around the Dreadfort and beyond to be incorruptible. However, intrigue does not come easy to him, and he is quick to trust the word of people he has never met. What's more, his relationship with his father is strained at best, threatening to tear apart the realm of the Boltons.

Biography: How unfortunate it must be to be born Arak Bolton, the heir of the both feared and ridiculed Dreadfort. He was born late, to a nigh-deathly sick mother and a father mad with fear. The court called him fortunate, born in the last golden years of a possible male Bolton heir. How bittersweet he had felt, when his child finally came, but was cursed with a shriveled arm. Still, though, like it or not, he was all his father had.

The bastard was a particularly negative influence on his early years. His sister was warm with him, even as she was cold with others, and despite all expectations, even William broke his snippy character to bond with his proud-ish son. However, the sharp tone of the bastard's voice haunted him through the halls of the Dreadfort, pointing out his arm, his fear of dishonor, and his trusting nature. Eventually, his father became so sick of her presence that he had guards exile her. While she was gone, her influence stayed with Arak, and on some lonely nights, he can still hear her voice shouting at him from across the Narrow Sea.

Despite appearances from William, Arak knew that the physical weakness was a sore spot between the two. Even enemies of the Boltons had to concede that the Cowhide Shields were a most prestigious band of lockstep warriors, and both soldier and lord were to be feared on the battlefield. Arak wanted to prove his worth to his family, and demanded a post as captain, which was reluctantly granted to him. Arak's mind was well suited to the battlefield, and was a natural in combat and strategy. Under his command, the Cowhide was able to smash many raids from the newly-settled yet still violent wildling tribes.

His lord father took notice of the rapid growth of his son, and saw fit to grant him a new title. That night, William had dragged Arak by the arm up to his study, and with the old Bolton knife, hastily carved a border cutting the little castle of Ethering from the rest of the Bolton domain. From now on, that was his domain, and it was his responsibility to keep the rebellious lesser Lord Overton in check. To this day, Arak remains loyal to that cause, knowing full well that at any moment, the ambitious and shrewd Witoff "the Good" would make eyes too large at the grand Bolton castles, and lead a rebellion that would shatter the little peace they had made.

Notes:

Name: Cathay Bolton

Age: 28

Appearance: Cathay is about 5'9", and ridiculously spindly for her height. She has long, curly hair that never untangles itself, annoying both her and her handmaiden. She dresses always in neutral colors and a blank style, and thus is sometimes mistaken for a servant herself. Most of the time, she goes along with it.

Role: Diplomat of the Dreadfort

Equipment: Nothing practical. Mostly papers covered in poetic scrawls, small stones of little value, and a small vial of Pentoshi seawater on string around her neck.

Skills: Cathay has no military training like her parents and brother, but her skills lie in other areas. Intrigue is her specialty most of all. She is an excellent listener, able to focus for long periods of time, and an even better secret keeper. She, as her interests suggest, is also a good actor, consequently a good liar as well.

Biography: Cathay was a fortunate turn of events for the Boltons. When William had reached thirty years, he became afraid that there would be no Bolton heir. Visenya did not show signs of pregnancy, and her time was to be up in but ten years. So he went out, drank himself into a stupor, and chose the least unimpressive whore he could find to father a bastard, a spare born before the heir. However, when Cathay was born, there was much rejoicing, as she was the preservation of the Bolton line.

However, this set her at odds with the bastard, that jealous whore's-daughter who was the bane of her existence since the beginning. Cathay wasn't even mad when Arak was born, but the bastard saw his birth as a personal insult upon herself. She was there when the bastard was exiled. William had been arguing with her on the ramparts, and in a fit of rage, he pushed the bastard off the turrets and into the biting snow. Without stopping, he ordered the nearest Cowhides to take her somewhere far away, perhaps King's Landing, anywhere he wouldn't be able to see her face. To this day, Cathay refuses to say the bastard's name.

In those few moments of her youth where she may escape the courtly life, she would go down to the villages and watch excitedly as the visiting actor's troupes would perform their craft. As she got older, she realized that the acts they would put up were poor at best, and said as much to her brother. Arak had looked up at her, and said plainly that if they were so bad, she could make a better one. So began an interest that turned into a hobby. In her spare time, Cathay wanders the castle and its surrounding town, seeking inspiration for a play that would dazzle the crowds of the entire kingdom.

Cathay is a woman of endlessly high spirit and devotion to family. She still works tirelessly to keep the Bolton family relevant and powerful, and keeps a close eye with her many spies on the other great families in the North, knowing that one day, they will find a fault with her family that can only be repaired with blood. When that day comes, she will be ready for them.

Notes:

Aerion Goldfyre the Honorable traces his ancestry back through the ages to the illegitimate offspring of Prince Aerion Targaryen, better known by his moniker, Brightflame. During the Prince’s time in Lys, he bedded the daughter of Magister Collio of Lys, of House Ormollen. Young Yna Ormollen was deeply infatuated with this Targaryen Prince, and by the summer of 217 AC, she had borne two children to him. It was around this time that Prince Aerion had worn out his welcome, due to not marrying Magister Collio’s daughter, and the abusive nature of their relationship. Before he left, Aerion met with Yna one last time, and legitimized his children, or so the memoirs of Yna would lead us to believe. Another darker account is that Prince Aerion took young Yna by force, after beguiling Magister Collio into believing he was an honorable and up righteous man. As Prince Aerion slumbered, Yna Ormollen stole his dragon egg, and fled to the safety of her father’s keep, which led to the subsequent banishment of Prince Aerion from Lys, but the truth may never be known.

What is known though, is that Yna gave birth to two children, a male and a female, who were said to be as strikingly beautiful as their father, Aerion Brightflame. Baelon and Elaena Goldfyre were raised in Lys by Yna, who refused to part with them, even threating to leave Lys forever if her father had tried to take her children away. Being seen as bastards, it was hard to find prospects for these two children, but with time, both ended up finding suitors. Elaena would marry into the Rogare family, and her history becoming theirs. As for Baelon, he married the youngest daughter of House Sathmantes, the newly elected Magister of Lys around 239 AC. Ezzere Sathmantes and Baelon Goldfyre were married in a small ceremony, with only their families present. What can be said about the two, is that they loved one another with a ferocity that to this day may never be matched. This alone aloud Yna pass happily into the next world in 242 AC, knowing that her children had found love.

By 259 AC, Lys, and the region it neighbored, was vastly different. With the loss of much of the Disputed Lands to King Maelys Blackfyre of the Stepstone, the fates of Baelon and Ezzere Goldfyre, along with their three children, suffered greatly under the man who was known as Maelys the Monstrous. Before Maelys conquest of the Stepstones and the Disputed Lands, Baelon was given a lordship within the Disputed Forest. He ruled from his modest keep from 247 AC to 259 AC, when Maelys and his Band of Nine quickly conquered the region, grinding all resistance under their iron boot heels. Baelon fell in combat defending his castle from the invading Pirate Lords and their King. Ezzere and her three children were taken into captivity, in part for Lord Baelon’s fierce resistance, and for their blood connection to the Targaryen’s King Maelys was fighting against.

By the end of 263 AC, the surviving members of the Goldfyre family were freed from the dungeons of King Maelys Blackfyre. Ezzere had gone made with grief from the loss of her husband and her only daughter, Maegelle, and youngest son, Vaegon. The middle child remained, though forever scared from the tortures faced within the dungeons of the vile Maelys the Monstrous. Aeryn Goldfyre would look after his mother for the next thirty years, before she passed into the next. With his mother’s soul and mind safely in the hands of the Seven, Aeryn left Lys and the ruins of his family’s castle behind, traveling to the Stepstones to find himself a new fortune. In 299 AC, Aeryn Goldfyre would marry Alia Quanis, the daughter of the Pirate Lord of Wreckstone, Lord Khorane Quanis. Lord Aeryn Goldfyre would sire one child before his demise during the great autumn storm of 301 AC. His wife Alia would give birth to a sickly son in the dead of winter, one she would name after the very man who started the Goldfyre family, Aerion Targaryen, the Brightflame. Her husband had spoken of his forebears before him, and in his honor, named her son Aerion, after his Great Grandfather, Prince Aerion.

His childhood was comparable to any other disgraced noble family living in exile. Not great, but not bad by any means. By ten, he became a squire to one of the knights who chose to remain in the Stepstones. He was trained hard but fair, and was developed into the man he is today. Aerion earned his knighthood in 322 AC, after a particularly hard fought battle at Sunstone. It was here that he not only earned his spurs, but where he earned the title "Honorable". Aerion chose to not to raise to an undefended settlement, even though he was ordered to, sparing the lives of a few hundred women and children, and rather, met the enemy on the field of battle, and defeating the peasant rebellion's leader in single combat. He defeated their army with that blow, and at his own behest, the survivors were given a choice, serve in the Night's Watch, or face the gallows. A great many chose the Night's Watch.

Aerion is a driven and determined man, who seeks to erase, or at least mend some of the taint left behind by his family so many years ago. He practices his swordplay often, choosing to remain ever vigilant. And above all, he seeks to remain honorable to the very end, for a man without honor, as his mentor told him, is no man at all. Those words have reverberated within him for eighteen years, and remain a constant sense of duty and purpose within Aerion. With only his mother remaining aside from himself, Aerion gathered those few like-minded individuals like himself, and set sail for Westeros proper.

Aerion and his comrades in arms, the Band of Seven, sail upon a battered merchant vessel, carrying not riches or troops, but rather the remains of the families, the coffins of all those that came before them, with the intent upon burying them at home, on true Westerosi soil, whatever the consequences may be. But for Aerion, there is another purpose as well, and one that he has to see through to the end. Currently, the sit a few hundred meters from the docks of King's Landing, preparing to make port, and begin their journey for the next chapter in their lives.

The details of House Slynt are written in the shaky hand of an aged maester. They speak of its leader, Lord Moros Slynt first, married to a Serret of the Westerlands, Lady Joanne. Together, they have four children, three daughters and a son, Heather, Joanna, Genna, and Janos. The next eldest member of the Slynt family is Ser Jothos Slynt, married to a Bracken, Lady Bethany. Together, they have three sons, Ranos, Otho, and Lothar. Last is Ser Danos Slynt, unmarried, but currently abed with Aliandra Sunviper.

Name: Will Steeltrout.
Age: 52
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:


Profession: “My profession? Are you daft, or just got a case of the lover’s pox in your eyes. Look at these arms, and this here skin. I’m a farmer you blatherscate. Run the biggest bean farm this side of the Blackwater Rush, and don’t you forget it. Soldiers need beans, and beans sell good. Now got off my land, or I will thump you all the way to Stoney Sept and back, just like I did to those Lannister soldiers all those years ago.”

Equipment: “Equipment, look around you, idiot. I have a trusty plow, horse’s, spade, hoe, and any other farming tool you could think of under the sun. You damned nobles and your stinking questions. Use your eyes ya stinking duck brained blighter. If you keep prying about, maybe I might come across some old swords and spears, gut you like a fish and send you packing. Lord and Lady know there is plenty to be found, if you just look. Many a battle was fought here.”

Skills: “My skills? I got muscles and calluses to spare. I farm, I dig, and I make the ground sprout tasty beans so a man can eat. I have enough skill with a scythe to cut you to ribbons, and know my way around the sword and spear as well as any three of you men at arms. Buzz off.”

Biography: “Want to know my story, turn around, and look, now look again. That’s my story. Farming, farming, and drinking. I fought like many a man did when all them lords thought they could sit their soft asses on the Iron Throne, and I killed many men more. Who cares about a farming man and his religion. Sod off, or I will show you why they call me Steeltrout, you pig kisser.”

Notes: Some rumors, and who could ever say they are true, is that Will Steeltrout is a bastard son of none other than the Blackfish himself, a coupling of the troublesome Tully knight and a lowly fisherwoman. Will don’t care if his blood is noble or not, since farming puts food on his table, and allows him to go fishing when he wants to.

Name: Arthur Blackrose
Age: 35
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:


Profession: “Well, that’s the tricky question now, isn’t it? For three square meals, and a small cot, I work for the Slynt’s. The pays alright, and the food is not too bad. Besides, it beats being a bandit or sellsword any day. I am a man-at-arms for the village and it’s ruler, and this line of work suits me just fine. Plus, the uniform looks good with the ladies, and who could blame me if I use a little bit of my weight from time to time to get a warm body to share the night with. Who knows, maybe one day, and some luck, I could end up a knight, but for now, its three squares and a bed for this man.”

Equipment: “I have the standard issue arms and armor of my lord, alongside his colors. A nice castle forged sword, a stout wooden shield, some leather and mail, and a sturdy kettle helm. Might not be fancy or the best, but it gets the job done and keeps me alive. Plus the spear as well, why, I can do a good bit of fighting.”

Skills: “That’s what they always ask, isn’t it? What skills do you have? Well, to be honest, I am a bit faster than the average man, and a bit stronger. That’s all that mattered in the end, and I can follow orders. Swing a sword, shove that spear, dig that trench. I am a good man-at-arms, and perhaps a slight bit more.”

Biography: “My mother came from the Reach, from Highgarden she said. Good for her, hear it smells like roses and flowers, and mixed in with horse shit and the stink of any other city. She is a nice old lady, and makes a living sewing blankets and the like for the people of Three Corners. Never told me who me dad was, but she jokes from time to time that he was a nobleman. You ask me, who cares. He isn’t here, and I am. I look out for my mum, and the village, plus m’lord too. I have been a fighting man since me 17th birthday, and look to be one for a lot longer too. Though being an innkeeper does sound a tad bit relaxing. Perhaps when I retire, as the old dogs say. That’s my story, mum brought me from the Reach, settled here, and here I live and work.”

Notes: Arthur has a keen mind for numbers and formations, and holds a sergeant’s rank within the man-at-arms. If he is a noble bastard, well, too bad, cause he has other things to worry about.

Name: Renly Stormhart
Age: 27
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:

Profession: “Well, the law is a bit gray, here and there isn’t it? Technically, you could call me a gamekeeper or woodsman. I hunt for the Lord Slynt, and put fresh meat on his tables. Though, if an extra turkey or pheasant, or even a rabbit or two find their way to the village pots, well, who could blame those silly animals for walking into a village full of people looking for a bite to eat. And when I am not on the clock, I like to sing and play the fiddle. You know, get some drinks and a bit of the common pot at the local inn. Ladies like a man who can sing.”

Equipment: “I have my trusty hunting bow, carved from the strongest and noble ash of the Rainwood. Two hunting knives, one long, one short, and a good ol quiver full of arrows. I am a hunting man and an archer should the need arise. Back at the inn, I have my fiddle and a slender pair of dancing boots, which I won fairly at dice, I might add.”

Skills: “I can bring down any and all game you can think of. Big or small, I make it my job and lively hood to take to my lord’s table, and ensure my pay. And, if a man should be foolish to cross my path, and try to rob me, well, they’ve found pincushions before in the woods and forests.”

Biography: “It’s a simple story really. My mother was a whore, and as the story goes, King, I mean the usurper, Robert came to town. My mum got knocked up, and nine months later, I was born. No, I am not legitimized, nor will it ever happen. Learned a trade or two, and made my own way in the world. Dad, well, he gave me a name, and that’s about it. The Slynt’s have been good to me, and I good to them. So, I like to keep it that way, and will be off to do some hunting.”

Notes: Renly Stormhart believes what his mother told him to be true. He has blue eyes and black hair, black as pitch. But Renly has a job to do, and a woman he fancies, so his ancestry is of little concern at the moment, at least to him.

Name: Calla Silvermane
Age: 25
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:


Profession: “I would like to think of myself as the village’s healer, but truth be told, I am just a young woman who knows herbology and enough anatomy to make sure nobody dies from a cut or a broken bone. I can thank the gods of both this land and my mother’s land for that. Still, I do my best to help out, and the people of the village have been kind enough to see that I get paid, be it in coin or other goods, all of it enough to keep me fed and the tax man happy.”

Equipment: “I have my books and scrolls, as well as medical tools. Look at my apothecary shop, and you’ll see with your own two eyes that I can take care of the sick and wounded, and brew a few things as well. Last, I have a trusty knife to protect myself, but the need for that hasn’t arisen in some time.”

Skills: “As I said before, I can heal a man, or animal too, and know what herbs and plants to alleviate aches and pains. I am just your average woman who knows her way around cuts, breaks, and the like.”

Biography: “To be truthfully honest, that isn’t really any of your business. If you want to know, look for yourself in the church records. They love their records. Be on your way, I have people to tend to, and some tea to brew.” ((A cursory glance can tell one that Calla is of mixed blood, being of both Essos and Westeros. Upon further inspection of church records, one will find that Ser Lyman Lannister is listed as her father, while her mother is listed as Tyanna of Volantis. Records indicate that at Calla’s birth she was a bastard, born out of wedlock. Within a day of her birth, Lyman Lannister legitimized her as his daughter, but did not bestow his family name upon her. Due to her hair, he listed her surname of Silvermane.))

Notes: Calla receives a small stipend every month from her father, though to two have little interaction outside of the occasion visit, due to the falling out when Tyanna of Volantis passed away from an outbreak of the Bloody Flux in the region.

Name: Rae Kestrel
Age: 22
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:


Profession: “I look after Lord Slynt’s falcons, and ensure that they are in top health. It’s an easy job, a bit boring at times, but feeds and clothes me nonetheless. Lord Slynt can be a bit handsy at times, but his lady wife does what she can to keep him minding his manners. Only when he has been in his cups is he a bit of a lecher. Aside from training the falcons, I also help out the master in taking care of the ravens.”

Equipment: “I have a few sturdy leather gloves, and a very nice leather satchel for holding the kills of the Lord Slynt’s falcons. Of course, I don’t own them, they are merely provided for my use by his lordship.”

Skills: “As I said before, I have an affinity for birds, and it landed me this job. They say those from the Vale are the best with birds, and here I am, the defacto master birdkeeper for Lord Slynt.”

Biography: “I was born in the Vale, my pop took me to the Riverlands once things had settled down, and we’ve lived here ever since. Dad died a few years back, and I took over his position in Lord Slynt’s service. I find it a nice life to be honest. Never knew my mother, but my dad said she was quite the looker. Never did say why he left her, or left the Vale behind, but I am sure he had his reasons.”

Notes: N/A

Name: Aliandra Sunviper
Age: 27
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance:


Profession: “Profession, well, if you can call it that, but I think the correct term is a whore. Or rather, I was, but now, I am the desire of Ser Danos Slynt. I lie with him, and we writhe together beneath the sheets. It beats working in the brothel, and the food is far better. Besides, he is a gentle man with a keen eye. A beauty like me does not come along all too often. I serve at his pleasure, and ensure that he is taken care of, both in and out of bed.”

Equipment: “Equipment, why, such things are not for the use of me, I am not some hedonist, nor is my Golden Speared knight. My only equipment are the clothes and jewels that adorn my body for Ser Danos’s pleasure.”

Skills: “Take a guess silly, I’ve been trained in the art of love making, or rather, in the pleasures of the flesh and body, by former slaves of Lys. They know their arts quite well. Ser Danos enjoy’s himself, as do I.”

Biography: “My mother was a whore in King’s Landing, she tells the story ever so well. A prince no less, is my father, though he lies beyond the doors of death. He was Dornish, and my mother says he was the finest lover she ever had the privilege to lie with. Those few days he enjoyed the flesh of her brother, well, let us say, she was left weary for a few nights afterwards. Still, time heals everything, and she saved her money to open a brothel up here in Three Corners. You can go and talk to her if you wish, though she is sadly not the beauty she once was. But, perhaps this is a good thing, for now that her sun has set, I am the rising star now, her little Sunviper.”

Notes: Her mother and herself, with the help of Ser Danos, are looking to create documentation that would allow her and Ser Danos to marry without making too much of a fuss.

Name: Leyla Icefang
Age: 31
Affiliation: House Slynt, Village of Three Corners.

Appearance: Written description and/or image.
Profession: “I run the kennels of the Slynt family. Not much too it other than making sure the dogs are trained, to hunt, and to fight, should the need arise. I keep a firm hand, but a loving one all the same. Dogs are far better companions that people will let on, and they smell better than half the idiots in this village.”
Equipment: “Training dogs takes a few items, namely a whip, a good set of leather gloves, and sturdy boots. A satchel for treats doesn’t hurt either, all of which I have bought and paid for myself. They are quite nice, and together, these make my dogs, or rather the Slynt’s dogs, the best in the region.”
Skills: “I train dogs, I know how to fight, and I know how to breed these dogs to get the best possible litters. Those too weak are sold off to the villagers as pets, no sense in killing them. A vile habit for cruel narrow-minded men. Aside from a whip, I can fight with a pair of swords, and I know how to fight with my hands as well.”
Biography: “My family came south from the North. Dreary land, let me tell you that. Its far nice here, and it snows a hell of a lot less. Odd thing, since living here, I’ve fallen into favor with the Seven, or perhaps, I believe in them more than same old white trees with faces. The Seven have been kind to me, and they love the cast-off dogs that I breed for them, so to speak. Been living here most my life, and serving the Slynt’s for the better part of a decade now. Aside from them, my only other friends are those of the church, and they are good men, no matter what anyone tells you.”
Notes: N/A

Name: Lord Willas "The Lame" Tyrell
Age: 49
Appearance:
Willas has grown, and whilst his good looks from his youth still are present, he is an older, wearier man. He is still able to walk, and appears to be relatively in good spirits, with his finely kept beard, medium-length yet neat brown hair, and brown-green eyes. He seems to be well spirited, and actually seems to keep a modest figure, surprising given that he can't walk well. Wearing a green and gold tunic, with various golden buttons and sequins, he looks noble, no doubt about it, but not as ridiculously extravagant as he could be.

Role: Lord Paramount of The Reach, Lord of Highgarden

Skills/Personality: Master falconer, witty remarker, excellent ruler. Willas is a strong ruler of the Reach, what he lacks in his leg and his relative insular nature, he makes up for in an incredible ruling talent, and a really, really charming manner.

He seems incredibly kind, and deeply knowledgeable, knowing how to operate taxes, armies, cities, castles, vassals, and administration like it's the back of his hand, it was as if Willas turned on a pivot with his sharpened mind onto dealing with the matters of ruling, almost as a strange escapism from the fact that his entire family, everyone who he's loved, has either ended up getting dying or worse, getting burnt alive, despite it being decades ago. He's a far better man than Mace when it comes to rulership, and whilst his leg does not command respect, his ability to breed Falcons, Buzzards, Eagles and Hawks for hunting is known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and not be a drunken, stupid fool at a feast, with wisdom and a certain kind of intelligence. His personality is difficult to get at odds with- of course, he will do anything for family, given the right fuel, but his heart is in the right place, and he is an atypical example of the Tyrell chivalry, even if he does not wear platemail, he certainly acts responsibly and kindly, with this being known throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Recent History:

Willas Tyrell was always going to inherrit The Kingdom of the Reach from his dad, Mace Tyrell. He didn't expect to hear it in the way he did. Whilst his sister, Margaery, was Queen, his brother, Loras, in the Kingsguard, his father, the Master of Coin, and him, in Highgarden, at a wooden desk, when he was told they'd been burned alive in the Great Sept by Queen Cersei Lannister, with Willas allegedly crying for two days, simply unconsolable at the loss of his dad, sister and brother. A stupid man would comment that Willas looked weak in that moment, but everyone understood- he had lost almost everything, the kindly and saintly Lord that everyone knew had very little else he treasured more than Margaery and Loras. And he couldn't let emotion get the better of him.

While Garlan rallied the Reach's forces to join the Targaryen invasion for war, at the behest of Olenna Tyrell, Willas internally controlled the Reach, and got himself back together. He struck an alliance formally with Danaerys, and offered her food, men, ships, as well as his vassals loyalty to the Targaryens once again. He did not seek a bloodthirsty, angered revenge, he merely wanted to restore the order, and make sure it didn't burn the Reach. It actually worked.

With Cersei Lannister dead, and the War for the Dawn won, Willas assumed his seat, and retained the support of his vassals, systematically redrawing and redressing any concerns that Mace had missed, as well as marrying Alys Rowan, from another Reachman family. They had four children together- Merlin, Ellion, Alerie and Alys, of whom Willas found a renewed purpose in looking after, not sheltering from the world, but rather making sure that the family didn't die out. He succeeded in this vein, and despite having to rescind Brightwater Keep from his brother, he gave him a castle of his own in Manderford, in order to continue the martial defence of the realm of the Reach, where Willas could not. He made sure the right people got the right amount of power, and was politically adept, making sure no one vassal got too far ahead, whilst pursuing his hobby of falconry further.

Even despite losing his wife two years ago, he still looks after his children when he can, with no plans to remarry, only to continue to serve as a good, honest Lord. Whilst age has taken a toll on Willas, his relatively clean lifestyle and not an excess of wine and food has meant he has aged well, though the leg still severely hampers his ability to get around, an uncomfortable sight at first as he hobbles about.

Notes: Willas's sigil is that of House Tyrell- a golden flower, on a green backdrop.

Name: Ser Merlin Tyrell
Age: 25
Appearance:

Merlin is a stocky, well built individual- you would almost assume him to be the more martial of the two Tyrell kin of Willas, standing at 6"2, and with a falcon resting on his shoulder, he appears to have a grand appearance of a formidable opponent. The reality is that whilst he has his well-built physique, it isn't a soldier's, which Ellion happens to have- of a far more nimble, concentrated fighter's body. A fair face, with shaved short (potentially baldening) hair, sharp brown eyes and with a well-kept brown beard compliments Merlin, who usually wearing a green tunic with golden clasps/buttons.

Role: Heir of The Kingdom of the Reach

Skills/Personality: Trained Falconer, soldier, adept politician, and groomed to replace his father. A good fighter, but not as good as his brother, Ellion, neither in the looks department. Still, he's a stocky guy with a kindly heart, and he can handle his drink well being gregarious and a good friend to have, whilst being an already maturing family man. He seems relatively comfortable with a sword, though how the years will affect this is to be seen- he is out of practice, and relatively unproven in combat, the same goes for his tactical and strategic planning, but he has the capacity to rekindle his adolescent talents sparring with his brother. He seems comfortable both in and out of platemail, and can deal, just like the rest of his kin well in intrigue when presented with the opportunity, though Merlin tends to be honest and kindly, taking a soft approach to politics.

History:
Merlin was the firstborn son of Willas Tyrell and Alys Goldengrove, and an incredibly momentous moment for his dad, Willas. He was well looked after, and whilst his father was no longer a fighter, Merlin was always stocky, and built well, learning how to fight with Dickon Tarly and his uncle, Garlan. Whilst he was not the better of the two in fighting by any means, he held his own, and picked up a broad and great education, being a jack of all trades, master of none, but better educated than most heirs in the Seven Kingdoms. This isn't to say he wasn't immature when he was younger- interestingly, he was sexually active early, and actually spawned a bastard, Leo, when he was just 15.

He married Evelyn Beesbury aged 15...so perhaps was this a simple case of a drunk choice by Merlin prior to his marriage, or anything more? It is forgiven is all that is known, with Leo being illegitimate, but treated well in Highgarden, fathered by both Merlin and Evelyn, in a surprising turn. He isn't expected to be legitimised, given that Merlin has found Leo be highly studious, and wanting to be a Maester- something he's more than willing to push him towards, in order to "fix" his bastard and make sure he doesn't cause any succession squabbles. It is a lucky happenstance, as he also has Loras, named after his deceased uncle, and Margaery, after his deceased aunt, two young children to look after and forcing him to be a little more responsible than his younger self, as well as wisen up to the workings of Highgarden.

Notes: His sigil is a single golden Rose, on a white background, a personal choice adopted by the sons of Willas Tyrell to honour that of Loras and Margaery.

Name: Ser Ellion "Bravethorn" Tyrell
Age: 22
Appearance:




He looks a little like a young Garlan Tyrell, to say the least. Standing at 6"4, he stands an tiny bit taller than his brother, though he is better balanced to fighting, and far more nimble, highly complimenting the Westerosi school of thought on swordplay, with a very high level of fitness and physical endurance, rather than sheer diminishing strength. His face is fairer still than Merlin's, with a sharp look, a short and trimmed beard, and long brown flowing and curly hair, making him very attractive indeed to the fairer sex. His warm, bright golden and lustrous eyes, the smell of roses in his clothes and armour, and his postured poise only add to the effect....and at the peak of his youth, he looks brave. He seems courageous, with a wry smile on his face, and possesses a few scars and cuts along his body, including one running down his collarbone from a badly-mounted cut of a sword through mail.

On the field of combat or a tourney field, Ellion can be seen wearing a Reach-produced suit of plate armour- the designs from this part of the world always raising eyebrows in other parts of the Kingdom, as a result of the many curves and details that they entail, clearly being a highly-strewn piece of work- roses and flowers intricately scratched into the armour, making distinct ridges. While the metalworkers of the Reach are not renowned in the Kingdoms, the artistic flair and beauty of such armour is distinctly eyecatching for members of the Tyrell family, being exceptionally expensive, with the silver and gold used in it's construction. Curves and ridges interplay beautifully, even the mail beneath it is golden-coloured, being practical yet something that truly stands out in a parade. He usually wields a longsword, paired with a large wooden heater shield, fighting in the traditional Westerosi fashion.
(see Loras Tyrell)

Skills/Personality: A very highly skilled swordsman, tourneyman and man-at-arms, seducer of women (and men?), general adventurer. One of the most beautiful men of The Reach (and arguably, Westeros), with everything to prove and nothing to lose except his pride, Ellion is clearly a man with very little to hold his toungue, and a lot to get drunk on. Being the secondborn has this aspect to it, and he seems to have a certain kind of glory-seeking, cocksure attitude to showing what he can do, though he still remains true to his honesty and to basic chivalric values. He seems to want to enjoy the finer things in life, and respects that Merlin is going to be the Lord of Highgarden after Willas passes, not him. So in this vein, he has learned some falconry, spent his time representing House Tyrell at tourneys, and sought to consider what precisely he can do for his house, and what adventures there are to be had. There's probably a wake of bastards he's left, but women are attracted to him, by what seems like the strange allure of everything that Ellion seems to represent- a young, chivalric rose with a very fair and friendly demeanour. That said...he is bisexual, and actually enjoys the company of both men and women, though of course, it is a complete rumour that he is even interested in men in addition at all. On the field of combat, he can very likely hold his own, better than his brother, and it is no doubt that he has a mindset for command and strategy to follow suit, despite his total lack of regard.

History:

Ellion was born as the second son of Willas, and from a young age, exhibited exactly what a second son can feel. Absolutely fuck all responsibility, and he raised hell around the castle, a massive thorn* in his parents' side, that was, until his uncle Garlan stepped in to offer tuition. And rather than direct all his energy elsewhere, he shadowed Garlan, enthralled by his stories of romance, love, fighting and blood and war, and a hatred for the Lannisters.

This was all great stuff, so Ellion made it his task as a squire of Garlan's to train, drill and fight hard. His talent with a longsword and a heater, or a poleaxe, handled almost in a similar fashion to a Dornish spear became excellent, and he made sure he didn't make his father's mistake- getting into tourneys too early. He did it carefully and slowly, but rose the ranks, and causes more than one upset, a complete rookie rising the ladders quickly. And this is what Ellion became, when he was finally Knighted, with his own freedom to go where he wanted, explore what he wanted to go see, and represent House Tyrell, he did precisely that, and it brings us to now. Ellion has a lot to learn, and whilst politically capable, he's far more a fighter than anything else, perhaps wanting to explore his opportunities in serving the Iron Throne, or his House in a more effective manner than just going to tourney after tourney.

Notes: Ellion's sigil is that of a pair of gold roses on a white, not green background.

*(FUCKING PLEASE TELL ME THAT WAS A GOOD PUN, YOU KNOW IT WAS)

Name: Lady Alerie Tyrell
-(betrothed to Tommen Lannister- to take his name)
Age: 20
Appearance:


Standing at 5"6, with a thin and short, yet well developed frame, Alerie is visibly beautiful, her youth still running strong and making this occur. With a moderate bust, and bright golden eyes, she clearly has caught the attention of more than just one Reach Knight, though she has not yet found a suitable man to wed, one that would increase the family's already formidable connections. Alerie happens to have a burgundy-red hair, something that seems a little unexplained- given the family's strong trend towards passing down the dark brown hair throughout the family's offspring. None the less, Alerie still holds a wonderful physique, and makes no mistake in showing it off.

She can often be seen wearing a dark green and gold dress, embroidered with golden roses across it's surface- a fortune to pay for, as a result of it's intricate dressmaking and the expensive dyes used, being suitably revealing at the bust but not uncomfortable- giving her a charming image when at court. The ante is increased, as at a fair, she may wear an even more expensive garb, with corsets and eloquent golden and green dresses coming out for the show; a reminder that even at 17, she has an aware knowledge of her need to impress, acting as the Vanguard of the most exuberantly dressed women in The Reach. Her aurora seems to be well projected when she is in a room, because no matter how silly some Northmen or Ironborn may consider it, it turns heads.

Skills/Personality: Particularly suave, charming and cunning, the femme fatale Tyrell thorn. Openly charitable and outgoing, yet capable of plotting, manipulating and scheming against anyone that opposes her or her family.

Alerie's personality is sharp, thorny and most definitely a darker side to the chivalric touches that House Tyrell has- though you won't see it immediately, because her appearance and outlook towards others in public is highly controlled. Her knowledge of what assets she has, both in her beauty and of scheming compensate for her lack of wisdom and life experiences; she has already learned through her young years that men will do anything for a woman like her, and as such, beyond this far more can be done. She still has a lot to learn, however- and understands that she must prepare to scale up her already existing thorns in her personality, in preparation for the political pressures to come in King's Landing. She seems openly charitable, being very careful regarding her image towards her peers, almost being a master of presenting herself correctly. Whilst her gregarious and otherwise positive and glowing demeanour can make but the coldest of hearts feel at home, being famed for her warm and good nature, below this facade a calculating and sophisticated mind is at work, for her young age proving clearly her ambitions.

History:

Alerie is the third sibling along, born to Willas and Alys, and brought up in a relatively stable household. Whilst she never received an education such as her deceased aunt, Margaery, she was able to learn the wiles and whims of a Tyrell of the fairer sex- that of a particular charm and wit, something that has developed nicely with her young age. Taught how to play the harp, sow, and to be a practical girl, Alerie recieved a good upbringing, and found her own adventures when she was young playing off squires against each other, and just enjoying the chaos ensuing. Whilst her sister, Alys is perhaps a little more orthodox, Alerie has her own mindset, her own agenda to further the family, and her own cunning. Olenna would be proud.

Name: Lord Garlan "the Gallant" Tyrell
Age: 46
Appearance and Personality:

Garlan is a baldening man, losing his long brown locks rather than them turning grey, with a stern look and hardened appearance. A soldiering physique carries him with his green eyes and hardened spirit. His

(Recent) History:

Garlan was the second son of Mace Tyrell, and unlike Willas, was highly involved in the military conflict that followed the aftermath of the outright murder of Margaery, Mace and Loras Tyrell, predisposing himself to align himself closely with Queen Danaerys Stormborn herself following the ousting of the Ironborn from the Shield Isles, to get revenge. Whilst his brother, Willas did not deal well with the loss of his youngest brother and sister, Garlan was full of rage, and enjoyed commanding his forces to reave and fight against the Lannister-Baratheon throne, leaving no quarter- a rare display of a total lack of regard for the usual mercy and charity that Reachmen are known for. Whilst Danaerys's dragons were far more capable at just turning the enemy to cinders, and her mercenaries at her side fought admirably, Garlan and the late Lord Tarly contributed to their fighting efforts, and later, Garlan's soldiers were sent north in the War for the Dawn.

Since that drama, Garlan has helped to settle the Reach, and whilst having his Lordship of Brightwater Keep revoked and being angry, he presides over the Lordship of Manderford, and a newly-constructed castle, that looks over the mouth of the Mander, with a shipyard to boot. As the Lord Commander of the Order of the Green Hand, Garlan has returned to his usual ways, his chivalric values one that he has to retain, though he is a little more hot blooded than most, even decades later for what has happened.

In particular, he tutored Ellion Tyrell through his youth, being a particular influence on this member of the family.
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Skills/Personality: Even in age, Garlan is killed at arms, politically astute, and with a good heart, with a certain kind of bravery that seems to come through for family. He isn't stupid, and can see well into people, finding good in people. He has a greater capacity for anger, particularly more so than Willas, and whilst he can't fight against three swordsmen at once like he used to, he is still able to hold his own in a fight, owing to his martial prowess. A proven commander, and a proven leader of men, Garlan commands respect, almost more than his own brother, Willas, though his lack of ambition and lack of desire to seek glory, stemming from his relative contentedness in his position.

Notes: Lord Commander of the Order of the Green Hand. This replaces his sigil with the most treacherous of symbols- the Gardener's green hand, however, it is on a golden background, to signify the inversion and relation to House Tyrell, not Gardener.

Written description and/or image.
She is about 5'1 and weighs about 100 lbs, a rather small sort of person. Her skin is tanned, her hair a warm sable brown, eyes a golden hazel.

She dressed in a white loose tunic that is embroidered in brown and gold. Her trousers are a dark brown and reach just a little below her knees. She wears a couple of gold plated chokers around her neck and a gold ring around her left ankle. Her feet are protected by leader sandals.

Few houses sacrified as much in the name of family, duty and honor as the Tullys of Riverrun did during the War of the Ten Crowns and the War for the Dawn. The armistice with the White Walkers and the restoration of the Targaryens to the Iron Throne found their family decimated and humilliated, their lands in ruins, and their people profoundly traumatized by years of betrayals, hunger and death. With his newborn daughter in tow, Edmure Tully returned to his house's ancestral seat as a diminished and near powerless Lord Paramount of the Trident.

Saddled with the seemingly impossible duty to bring back order to the Riverlands, the early years of Lord Edmure's rule served as a test to his true worth and commitment. With help from the Iron Throne, his Stark relatives and the Riverlander houses that had stayed true to their liege, the reinstated Lord Paramount led a series of campaigns to bring the peace to places still ravaged by rebels, bandits, mercenaries and Lannister loyalists. With coin and goods confiscated from his defeated foes, he supported the rebuilding of the communities most affected by the years of fighting and plunder. And through the taking of hostages and arranging of marriages, he managed to reestablish a modicum of harmony between most of his bannermen.

Edmure Tully's peace, however, was a fragile arrangement, and soon new difficulties exacerbated the lingering troubles of old. Even as the generous Lord Paramount did what he could to lessen the smallfolk's burden, hunger and poverty were widespread. Trade was undermined by the persistent threat of bandits, as well as the rising threat of strange beasts and religious fanatics. The peoples that came from across the Narrow Sea with Queen Daenerys gave the Riverlands much needed manpower, but also more mouths to feed, and strange new customs and faiths that clashed with the more devoted inhabitants of the land. Small victories, the love of the smallfolk, and the loyal support of most powerful bannermen helped keep his rule afloat through the worst of it all, and gave him enough room to maneuver through the increasingly unstable political scene.

Over two decades since their return to Riverrun, House Tully faces a great many challenges, yet even in the face of misery and violence they stand strong and united. Aided by his devoted children and friends, the kind and capable Lord Edmure works hard to maintain order in the Riverlands by whatever means are available to him, all the while serving the Iron Throne faithfully. The slow and arduous recovery has left the Tullys with a respectable amount of wealth and a growing military strength. Their system of alliances continues to withstand the pressure of the many deep emnities between their bannermen. And in the face of rising tensions between the many peoples and faiths that now inhabit the Riverlands, House Tully has become a guardian of religious freedom and protector of the persecuted.

Nevertheless, even with all their efforts, the Riverlands still bear the brunt of Westeros' troubles. Violence is widespread as smallfolk revolt against high taxes, houses feud with one another, septons butcher worshippers of foreign gods and fearsome beasts attack people indiscriminately. The return of magic to the world has only exacerbated matters, and forced the Lord Paramount and his children to delve into the study of the arcane. Whether House Tully can bring a definitive end to all of this remains to be seen.

With the traditional structures of power and authority submerged in such a deep and seemingly perpetual crisis, perhaps the Riverlands will ultimately be the testing grounds for a grand political reform, or even a revolution.

Name: Edmure Tully
Age: 55
Appearance: Handsome even now, stocky and of an average height, his body remains hardened from his recent campaigns. He has the blue eyes and greying auburn hair of the Tullys, with a matching well-trimmed beard.
Role: Lord Paramount of the Trident, Lord of Riverrun, knight
Equipment: Oathkeeper, a Valyrian steel longsword. A scaled armour and cloak in the colours of House Tully and a greathelm adorned with a silver trout.
Skills: An able knight and commander, as well as a just and generous ruler. Decades of experience have given him the wisdom and strength of character to be a moderating force in the politics of his homeland, and the Seven kingdoms as a whole. Though not skilled in courtly intrigues or the art of persuasion, his integrity attracts support from his peers and the smallfolk.
Biography: His spirit broken by his loss, humilliation and captivity at the hands of the Lannisters and Freys, many would have expected Edmure Tully to age into a frightful, weak man. Instead, the man who eventually returned to Riverrun was a melancholy but hardened leader, determined to raise his house back from the ashes and redeem himself for his failures.

Though he was still good-hearted, the reinstated Lord Paramount had lost his youthful hot-headedness in favour of a more thoughtful demeanour. Those guilty of betraying his house he punished with varying severity, knowing that he would still need the support of his bannermen in the coming war against the Night's King and its aftermath. He fought bravely and well against the armies of the dead, and returned to the Riverlands as a more heroic, respectable figure. A just and generous man, many among the smallfolk came to love him, even as misery and violence lingered in the realm.

Despite the terrible circumstances surrounding their marriage, Edmure grew ever fonder of his wife, Roslin Frey, and treated her well as she stood by him through the most difficult years of his rule. Their union would give him five children, the first of them conceived during the Red Wedding. He doted on them all, and raised them to be his trustworthy advisors, envoys and enforcers.

While not exceptionally skilled in politics or war, Edmure is competent and knows when to delegate. A cautious reformer, the years have given him insight into the deep-seated ills of the Seven Kingdoms, as well as tools to mitigate them. And now, as sparks of conflict appear on every corner of the Seven Kingdoms, threatening to set the continent ablaze once more, he relies on the collective strength of his family and friends to steer the course of the Riverlands in the right direction.

Notes: None.

Name: Roslin Frey
Age: 42
Appearance: Still comely despite her age, with very white skin, a pretty face with a small chin, delicate nose, and big brown eyes. She is small in stature. Her hair is brown and reaches her waist.
Role: Lady of Riverrun
Equipment: None.
Skills: With her gentle nature and talent for music, Roslin can be very charming.
Biography: A loving wife and devoted mother, the daughter of Walder Frey was one of the few in her family who were spared from the vengeful wrath of the Stark and Tully loyalists. Having distanced herself from her kin, Roslin instead spent the following years standing by her husband's side as a reliable, effective companion. She worked hard to endear herself to the Riverlords, and her success there made her one of Lord Edmure's most effective advocates.

Much like her husband, Roslin dotes on all her children, but specially on Lucas, her youngest. She is currently with child once more.

Notes: None.

Name: Catelyn Tully, Dragonfish
Age: 25
Appearance: Pale, slender and pretty like her mother, but possessing the blue eyes and auburn hair of the Tullys, Catelyn's features have a delicate elegance and cool dignity to them. When dressed in her customary silver finery, she looks every bit like the ideal young lady of the Riverlands.
Role: Justiciar of Riverrun
Equipment: A small personal collection of arcane books and artifacts. A slender Braavosi blade.
Skills: Strong-willed, well read and charismatic, Catelyn is an inspiring and precociously wise political leader, yet her talents extend far beyond that. A prodigious student of law, history, geography, foreign peoples and even magic, she takes comfort in understanding the inner workings of the world around her and having the tools to confront the challenges her family faces. She is also fluent in a handful of foreign tongues, a skilled finder and keeper of secrets, and a very, very good liar.
Biography: Conceived during the Red Wedding and born in the midst of the final battles for the Iron Throne and against the Night's King, Catelyn Tully was keenly aware of the atrocities that had surrounded her family during her upbringing. Even as her father worked to pacify and rebuild the Riverlands, the many conflicts raging around her did not escape her notice. And before long, she became deeply interested in understanding the underlying reasons for it all. Thus, from a very early age, she began to study from her family's library, with the help of Riverrun's maester, as well as the wiser men and women who she came across.

Lively and gregarious, if somewhat prone to deceitfulness, Catelyn eagerly accumulated and shared all manner of knowledge as she neared the end of her childhood. Wanting all of his children to be able to serve as his advisors, Lord Edmure encouraged his daughter's education, unaware of her growing fascination with magic and distant foreign lands. She spent months sitting in her father's councils and accompaining him in his travels, and all the while she befriended green men, children of the forest, mystics and Essosi immigrants living in the Riverlands. From them she learned about their gods, their rituals, their traditions and their problems, while her father showed her the reality of rule.

By the time she finally became a woman grown, Catelyn had already begun acting as a trusted advisor, envoy and justiciar to her father. And in her moments of leisure, she delved deeper into the mysteries of the world alongside her brother Sylvester, and made plans for a grand future endeavour.

Not long after her sixteenth nameday, Catelyn Tully, eldest daughter of Edmure Tully, sailed from King's Landing to Essos alongside some of her noble childhood friends, including Princess Daenyra Targaryen. Thus began a four-year-long expedition to the fascinating faraway lands that she had spent her childhood reading and hearing about. She did so with her family's cautious support, and that of the royal family, in the hopes that her voyage would yield new insight into the state of affairs in Essos and potentially sow the seeds of a warmer relationship between the peoples on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

Over the course of her travels, the entirety of which she would chronicle, Catelyn visited many of the places that Queen Daenerys Targaryen herself had, met with countless people who had either lived through the Mother of Dragons' long journey or had grown up in the aftermath of it, and collected various artifacts and writings. She acquainted herself with the vastly different societies and systems of government of the Free Cities, the Bay of Dragons and the Dothraki sea. She learned of the horrors of slavery from those who had suffered it, discovered the oft ignored virtues of the Dothraki and Braavosi, and travelled through the Disputed Lands beside mercenary companies. She even visited Vaes Dothrak and spoke to the dosh khaleen, after arranging for safe passage with an amenable khal.

Ultimately, however, the most noteworthy event of her journey would be a chance encounter in the port of Braavos. Shortly before the beginning of her voyage back to Westeros, she met two silver-haired boys, named Valerys and Mylenos. Catelyn soon discovered that they were the bastard sons of Archon Valarr Maegyr, born from his Lysene bed-slave, and that they were trying to escape from their father. Despite knowing that she would likely cause a diplomatic incident with the notoriously ambitious ruler of Volantis, Catelyn took them with her and incorporated them into the Tully household as her personal retinue. Close friends and confidants at first, as time passed she fell in love with them and, in secrecy, they became her lovers.

Catelyn's journey through Essos earned her a degree of fame and prestige among her peers, but it also gave her no small amount of personal experience on many matters she had only read about before. Though she had already been sympathetic to the worshippers of the Old Gods and the Essosi peoples living in the Riverlands, her travels had made her into a passionate opponent of oppression and religious persecution. As fanatics spread their violence through the region, supported by some of her father's own bannermen, Catelyn distanced herself more and more from the Faith of the Seven, and started to advocate for a curbing of septons' power in the Riverlands. Her brother Sylvester and her spent a large amount of time in the company of the Essosi, and visiting the green men's sanctuary in the Isle of Faces. And as they did so, the two developed a growing interest in the Old Gods and the magic related to them; although Catelyn did not go as far as outright changing her faith, which Sylvester did.

Since then, Catelyn Tully has continued to prove herself a formidable woman. At twenty-five years of age, she remains unmarried, but otherwise she continues to serve her family faithfully and lovingly. A born leader in the eyes of the smallfolk, and a rising threat in the eyes of many noblemen and septons, she is just, friendly and erudite, if perhaps too stubborn, passionate and vindictive for her own good. Much like her father, she worries a lot about the well-being of the people of the Riverlands, but for all the mercy she shows to those she sees as victims of injustice, she saves none for those who betray her trust or hurt the innocent. Those who see some parallels between her character and that of the young Queen Daenerys have thus come to call her Dragonfish.

Notes: Catelyn's personal sigil displays a silver ship beneath the leaping trout of House Tully's sigil, while the field under both remains a striped blue and mud red.

Name: Sylvester Tully, the Bewitched
Age: 20
Appearance: Slender but toned, and very handsome, Sylvester boasts the blue eyes and red-brown hair of his father.
Role: Heir to Riverrun, Castellan of Riverrun, knight
Equipment: A sword. A small shield. A scaled armour and cloak in moss green, mud red and silver.
Skills: A skilled warrior fascinated by the magic of the Old Gods, Sylvester has learned to combine his agility in battle with spells he learned from the inhabitants of the Isle of Faces. He is a swift fencer and rider, good at striking quickly and moving away from danger just as fast. He is also a very effective tactician and strategist, and a likeable leader. His political instincts are somewhat lacking, specially when compared to his older sister, but he is a good judge of character, an eager learner, and knows when to delegate.
Biography: Edmure Tully's first son and heir was born and raised in strange times, in a land teeming once more with all manner of mythical life. Those circumstances visibly left their mark on him

From an early age, Sylvester was a wild child, with a deep love for the forests and meadows of the Riverlands, and eagerly drawn to the mysterious and the mystical. While he enjoyed a traditional education fitting of a future lord, he also spent his time of leisure learning about the arcane with his elder sister, Catelyn. He listened intently to songs of legend, collected supposedly magical trinkets, and often forwent his prayers to the Seven so that he could play or sleep in Riverrun's godswood.

Sent to train as a squire under Ser Brynden Blackwood at the age of ten, the heir to Riverrun soon proved himself an exceptionally gifted swordsman and rider, and became close friends with the children of House Blackwood as they trained, played and hunted together. More importantly, however, it was in their company that he grew closer to the Old Gods and their magic, as he joined the Blackwoods in their prayers before Raventree Hall's dead weirwood.

Knighted by his mentor a few months after his sixteenth nameday, and finally reunited with his sister after her long voyage to the other side of the Narrow Sea, Sylvester then set out to visit the Isle of Faces and learn from its inhabitants. In that mythical place, the children of the forest, greenseers, skinchangers and witches taught him their arcane arts, for which he showed a seemingly natural talent. And from that experience, his lifelong interest in the Old Gods turned into wholehearted devotion. In the months that followed that journey, Sylvester distanced himself from the Faith of the Seven, and in its place he took to praying before his home's heart tree. The day eventually came when he no longer felt any connection to the new gods or their septons, and only found spiritual kinship among those who worshipped the old.

Although his decision initially remained a closely guarded secret, since his father feared the potential repercussions of it in a climate already thick with religious tensions, the rumours spread after a while. Those among the Riverlords who were staunch supporters of the Faith openly expressed concern over the future of the Riverlands under an "infidel" Lord Paramount, and their concerns grew louder as Sylvester marched in the defense of other "infidels" being persecuted. Stories of his use of magic in battle further exacerbated the problem, as did his refusal to marry the daughter of any of the complaining lords or knights.

However, even as his deeds have caused scandal in some circles, they have also endeared him to others, specially Northern lords. And his military accomplishments during his father's campaigns, as well as his reputation for kindness, have earned him a fair share of prestige. Even if he is an "infidel", many nobles and smallfolk alike now see in him a respectable knight who could one day become a good-hearted lord like his father. Sylvester Tully is now twenty years of age, unmarried despite an abundance of suitors, and widely regarded as one of the finest soldiers in the Riverlands. He enjoys a close bond with his family, both in Riverrun and in Winterfell, and the loyalty of the people he has fought to protect.

Notes: Sylvester's personal sigil forgoes the blue in House Tully's sigil, and instead its field under the leaping silver trout combines mud red and moss green.

Name: Eleanor Tully
Age: 16
Appearance: Willowy, taller and thinner than her sisters, Eleanor has delicate features and bony limbs. She lacks her older sister's cool dignity, and instead exudes a joyful, almost mischievous confidence. Much like her older siblings, however, she possesses her father's blue eyes and red-brown hair.
Role: Lady-in-waiting under Sansa Stark
Equipment: None.
Skills: A small army of suitors and friendly ladies-in-waiting comprises Eleanor's web of spies, who inform her on all manner of courtly intrigue. Shrewd and sweet, she makes loyal friends easily.
Biography: Her cousin Sansa once jested that Eleanor would one day be able to talk a demon into becoming a septon. Cute and courteous, few people found the third Tully child difficult to like in her childhood. And by the time of her flowering, she had honed her gifts into the tools of a precocious master of rumours, intrigues and conspiracies. Eleanor's father, in line with his older children's upbringing, made sure that she received a thorough education on rulership so that she could one day advise and assist him. All the while, she learned all that was expected of a noble lady, including needlework.

As she was introduced to courtly life, Eleanor made friends with noble boys and girls, both from within and outside the Riverlands, and through them she learned about the state of affairs in the Seven Kingdoms. With the secrets she gathered over time, she began to act as her father's leading spy, albeit without his knowledge, undermining House Tully's rivals from the shadows. From the comfort of Riverrun and, after becoming her cousin Sansa's lady-in-waiting, the Dreadfort and Casterly Rock, Eleanor sabotaged marriages, sparked minor feuds and ruined the reputations of difficult nobles. All of it, she did in the service of protecting House Tully and preserving peace in the Riverlands, or at least the fragile facsimile of it.

Eleanor is not as notorious as her older siblings, but she is, to some extent, an important hidden part of House Tully's rule over the Riverlands. Though she has learned much from both her sister Catelyn, and her cousins Sansa and Arya, her growth is far from over.

Notes: None.

Name: Melissa Tully
Age: 15
Appearance: Save for her more stocky build, Melissa is almost identical to her mother. Short, brown of hair and eyes, she might be considered quite pretty, with soft features that generally express a warmth.
Role: Almoner of Riverrun
Equipment: None.
Skills: Melissa usually comes across as kind and likeable, even though she tends to be rather shy and withdrawn, making her a fairly effective courtier. She is a good listener, a lover of poetry and song with some talent for the lute, and has an exceptional memory. Like her siblings, she has been trained to be a competent ruler.
Biography: Melissa has only once set foot outside of the Riverlands, for the recent royal wedding. This has largely been her choice. Timid from an early age, she feared the world outside of her homeland. The silver lining to this was that her focus on life in the Riverlands made her quite aware of the state of affairs in the region. Her father eventually named her almoner precisely because she understood what needed to be done for those in need.

Of all the Tully children, Melissa is, by comparison, the most devoted to the Seven, which has caused a small amount of tension with Catelyn and Sylvester, but also earned her the fondness of local septons and septas. Melissa seeks to do good, to be an example of virtue, and she has both the commitment and the education to do it better than most.

Notes: None.

Name: Lucas Tully
Age: 12
Appearance: Lucas has his father's blue eyes and his mother's brown hair. His small, round face makes him look slightly younger than he actually is, but also gives the impression of a calm, collected boy.
Role: Squire under Patrek Mallister
Equipment: A steel shortsword. A shortbow.
Skills: A decent hunter despite his young age, Lucas is strong and patient. He is also a good tracker and fisher, and is quite interested in the study of wild beasts.
Biography: The youngest of the Tully children brought much joy to the family the day he was born. All four of his siblings doted on him almost as much as his parents did, and each helped raise him in some way or other. His father instilled in him the core values of their house and his mother sought to keep him humble and kind, while Catelyn read to him writings on wild beasts, Sylvester taught him to fight, and Eleanor and Melissa prepared him for life at court. Then he was sent to squire under Patrek Mallister, Lord of Seagard, his father's lifelong friend. With his help, Lucas has grown much for a boy his age, both in body and mind.

As of late, Lucas has been spending much time in the company of Mylenos Maegyr, the two of them sharing a passion for the study of all wild life.

Notes: None.

Name: Valerys Maegyr, Goodsilver, Syzgelion
Age: 23
Appearance: With his pale skin and silver hair, Valerys could almost be confused for a secret Targaryen, were it not for his father's red eyes. He is quite beautiful of face, as well as tall and lithe.
Role: Knight, botanist, healer
Equipment: A spear. A steel-scaled leather and silk armor in mud red and blue. A personal supply of healing herbs and ingredients.
Skills: A lovely reciter of poetry, an experienced player of cyvasse, and a self-taught botanist and healer, Valerys is not a man fond of battle. Agile and strong, he is a talented warrior, specially with his spear, yet it is in peaceful activities where he feels most comfortable and what he truly excells at. Despite his modest, bashful nature, many among the nobility and the smallfolk find him appealing. He is particularly popular among the Essosi as a heroic figure of sorts, due to his origins and humble reputation. Valerys also speaks a variety of tongues, including High Valyrian.
Biography: Queen Daenerys brought freedom to countless slaves in Essos, but her victory over the injustices of slavery was not absolute. Even after subjugating her opponents in the Bay of Dragons and the Free Cities, not few were the wealthy and powerful who found ways to circumvent the prohibitions on slavery and the slave trade. As years went by, the problem grew, as hundreds of free Essosi were taken and sold in secret, although it could not reach the scale it had in the past.

Valarr Maegyr, then the leader of the tigers of Volantis, was among the first who succeeded in establishing a secret slave trade route between his city and Lys, only a year after Queen Daenerys' return to Westeros. Through that route, he bought his own harem of bed-slaves, who he kept hidden and locked away in the depths of his palace. Nobody outside of his palace knew the full extent of the situation, but in later years it would be rumoured that he regularly had bed-slaves' tongues cut off, and gave them to the Red Temple of Volantis when he tired of them.

What eventually proved not to be just another mere rumour was the story, whispered by Volantene smugglers in many ports, that the future archon had fathered not just one, but two bastards with his favorite bed-slave. What became of the bed-slave herself, not even her children would ever know, but it was said that the boys had been given as slaves to a Volantene merchant, who promised to keep their parentage secret. A man obsessed with founding a New Valyrian Empire and becoming a great dragonlord, Valarr Maegyr feared the likely dangers of keeping two bastard children born from his illicit behaviours in Volantis. The nameless bastards represented a stain on his lineage and, as the history of the Blackfyres had taught him, a threat to his trueborn children. Though unwilling to kill those of his own blood, Valarr saw fit to get the two as far away from Volantis as possible, and pretend that they had simply vanished into thin air.

The two boys' early years were profoundly shaped by their captivity and lack of identity. Without the privilege of a formal education, they had to learn about the world on their own while serving their master. They taught themselves to read with whatever books and scrolls they could get their hands on, and listened intently to all that merchants and other slaves would tell them. Left unnamed by their father, and despising their slave names, they chose Valerys and Mylenos, the names of characters from a play, as their own. Their master's trade took them from one free city to the other, where they witnessed both the unimaginable beauty of the great families, along with the misery of the slaves hidden in plain sight. Their shared curiosity for the world beyond their life as slaves grew with every waking moment, and so did their desire for freedom.

As they grew older, Valerys and Mylenos showed very different temperaments in the face of the life they had been given. Valerys was the naivest of the two, for he clinged to the hope that their father would one day welcome them back and recognize them both as his royal princes before all of Volantis. He had vague memories of his life in the Maegyr palace and was convinced that his enslavement had been a mistake, rather than his father's conscious decision. Thus he thought of himself as standing above the rest of the slaves. Thus he devoted himself to what he saw as studies proper for a future prince, and developed a small, though at times nasty rivalry of sorts with his brother.

All of that changed, however, when their master sold Mylenos to a pillow house in Lys as punishment for trying to poison the merchant. The act sparked a series of events which would end, a few years later, with both Maegyr bastards as fugitives seeking safe passage across the Narrow Sea.

Valerys confronted his master, intent on rescuing his brother. During their heated exchange, the merchant revealed to him that his father had purposefully given them both away to make them disappear. Valerys, distraught by the truth and infuriated by the injustice inflicted upon his own brother, murdered the man and fled with a few of the other slaves, leaving behind his master's wagons burning and his mercenary guards dead.

Only fourteen years old at the time, Valerys went into hiding for several months, dyeing his hair various colours and pretending to be either a travelling performer or a healer whenever he moved to a new city. Stories of his escape, and the circumstances surrounding it, soon made their way to every free city, prompting his father to send mercenaries in search of him. For three years, he resigned himself to endlessly roaming Essos and assumed that his brother was utterly lost to him.

What changed his mind, and convinced him to sail to Lys, was a conversation with a Yunkish captain. He told Valerys of a defiant whore, rumoured to be one of the two Maegyr bastards, who had pierced his face with many rings to spite his Lysene masters, and was suspected of killing one of them with a self-made poison. A penniless but hopeful Valerys sneaked his way onto a ship bound for Lys, determined to find Mylenos.

After weeks of search, the oldest of the Maegyr bastards finally found his brother, held in one of the city's more infamous pillow houses. Clearly having suffered innumerable abuses, Mylenos' spirits appeared fragile but not yet unbroken, and in their brief first reunion the two immediately began plans to escape together. Soon after, the two reunited again on a swan ship that took them back to the Essosi mainland, leaving behind a Lys shocked by the bizarre deaths of an infamous pillow house's owners and the disappearance of one of its most notorious whores.

Together and free at last, Valerys and Mylenos spent many months travelling towards Braavos, where the threat of their father's mercenaries would be lesser and they were most likely to find safe passage out to Westeros, where they knew their father had no influence. The road was long and arduous, and they repeteadly had to defend themselves from sellswords seeking to claim the prize for capturing them and taking them back to Volantis.

Finally in Braavos, the two brothers faced trouble getting transport to the other side of the sea, until they had a chance encounter with a red-haired lady from the Riverlands. After revealing their identity to her, Catelyn Tully offered them safe passage to Westeros and her personal protection once they arrived. From this first meeting, and this act of kindness, a strong friendship immediately blossomed between the three; a friendship which would later transform into something more intimate.

Valerys and his brother received a warm welcome from the Tullys, and soon came to see Riverrun as their home. All the while, news spread among the Essosi immigrants living in the Riverlands of the Maegyr bastards' arrival, and their tale was told around the region, often heavily embelished, to the wonderment of the people who heard it.

Skilled in battle, botany and healing, specially after so many years of wandering through Essos, Valerys found a place in the Tully household as Catelyn's personal guard of sorts, and an occasional helper for the castle's maester. In time, he also came to be a valued presence in Lord Edmure's councils and feasts, and his recitations of poetry and games of cyvasse entertained the Lord Paramount, along with many other lords and ladies. After a year fighting under House Tully's banner, Valerys was knighted by Lord Edmure and made a permanent member of the household.

Years later, Valerys remains a quiet but gentle figure. His distinctive looks, name and story still sometimes make him the focus of attention in courtly gatherings, but that is not his concern. Now a humble but stronger young man, his main concerns are his brother, his beloved Catelyn and her family, and the well-being of his fellow Essosi in the Riverlands. He has taken it upon himself to learn the customs and traditions of Westeros, but not to abandon his roots, however terrible some of them may be. So far away from his birthplace, Valerys no longer feels threatened by his father, nor does he yearn to become a prince, although the thought of a day when he might choose to return and overthrow the tyrannical archon lingers.

Notes: Valerys has chosen for his personal sigil a silver-haired youth with broken chains on a striped mud red and blue field.

Name: Mylenos Maegyr, Sweetsilver, Dongelion
Age: 21
Appearance: Perhaps even more beautiful than his brother, although certainly not by choice, Mylenos also has pale skin, silver hair and red eyes, but he is somewhat shorter, and his body is less toned, having never really trained or fought. Nevertheless, his most distinctive features are the gold rings that pierce his ears, eyebrow and lower lip.
Role: Botanist, healer, poisoner, singer
Equipment: A personal supply of healing herbs and ingredients. A few vials of poison. A dagger.
Skills: The two Maegyr brothers shared a talent for plants, and the uses of plants, from an early age. However, where Valerys eventually discovered a gift for fighting and playing cyvasse, Mylenos found that he was very, very good with poisons. As a bed-slave, he also learned various arts of seduction, of which singing was the only one he came to enjoy. Even without all that he learned in the pillow houses of Lys, many still find Mylenos rather captivating, in no small part because of his open-hearted and lively character, and his wit. Like his brother, he can speak various tongues.
Biography: By now, the tale of Valerys Maegyr is well-known by those who care to hear it, but little is known about Mylenos Maegyr's life after he was sold to a pillow house in Lys and before he saw his brother again. As a child, he was proud and brave, which meant he was often punished by his merchant master for being "insolent". Mylenos never had any illusions about their father taking them home someday and making them his princes, so instead he concentrated on ways to escape from his enslavement, be it by retreating into his mind and his secret studies, or by plotting ways to murder their master and run away to some distant land.

After successfully brewing his first vial of poison and unsuccessfully trying to kill their master with it, Mylenos was put in chains and shipped as soon as possible to Lys. There, his master hoped, his spirit would be broken and he would cease to be a problem for anyone.

Only twelve years old at that time, Mylenos was not immediately forced into prostitution once he reached the pillow house, but he was introduced to his very first tools of seduction. Knowing that it was just a prelude to a life as a whore, however, he resisted from the very beginning in every way he could. Much like with the merchant, he was punished on a regular basis for his disobedience, until he finally started to submit. Once he did, he proved to be a fast learner with a beautiful singing voice.

Over the course of the next three years, Mylenos became one of the pillow house's most sought after whores, but also one of the most expensive. Renamed by his masters as "Kelitsos", which meant "Kitten" in High Valyrian, rumours of his true identity took a lot of time to spread, but men and women alike were drawn to his beautiful looks and singing, as well as his peculiar herbal concoctions. But all the while, Mylenos never stopped plotting, preparing for his escape, and finding ways to undermine his owners. When they insisted on keeping his face pristine by whatever means necessary, to make him the perfect bed-slave, he chose to pierce his face and decorate it with gold rings, thus ruining all their work.

Whether he actually did poison one of the owners of the pillow house remains a mystery, but the whispers of it only incremented patrons' fascination with him. Some even bought poison from him, instead of his other preparations. And when some mercenaries, thinking to steal him away for his father's prize, came to the pillow house, he found ways to dispose of them without raising suspicion, his poisons acting slowly and discreetly.

Mylenos survived, if perhaps barely so. As he reunited with his brother, the mark of those three years made deep in his heart and mind, he did not hesistate in his escape nor surrender in the face of the difficulties that followed. The young man that came to Westeros with his brother and a new friend beside him carried with him a profound vulnerability, yet he carried onwards and tried to make himself at home in this new, strange land.

Despite the lurid nature of his past, Mylenos found a place in Riverrun alongside his brother and Catelyn, helping them in their endeavours while also befriending the rest of the Tullys. Like his brother, he began to help the castle's maester, while also on occasion using his skills in botany and healing to aid the smallfolk. At court, he endeared himself to many nobles with his singing and good humour, even if many others openly spurned him and bemoaned his presence in their midst. Eventually, he formed very close bonds with the two youngest of the Tully children, due to shared interests in music and wild life.

Mylenos Maegyr is not a great warrior, nor does he have an experience in matters of rulership or diplomacy. Yet he is, beyond any doubt, a survivor, one who taught himself many ways, both subtle and deadly, to protect himself from those more powerful than him, and even challenged them. And he is happy to lend all that he learned to House Tully.

Notes: None.