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❛ The wind may howl, the mountains may shake, and the world may change—but I will not break. ❜
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A Memory of the Sky
The winds howled through the open sky as Marielynne stood on the Moon Balcony, her hands gripping the cold stone railing. The Eyrie was silent, save for the distant voices of guards below and the whisper of wings as a falcon circled above. Her mother’s voice had been sharp, her words laced with warning. “You are a Lady of the Vale. That is all you need to be.” But Marielynne had never wanted to be just that. She had been ten years old when she first stood at the edge of this very balcony, looking down at the endless drop below. Ronnel had warned her never to go too close. Jonos had dared her to throw a stone and see if she could hear it land. She never did. The height never frightened her. It fascinated her. Now, years later, she still stood here, watching the sky stretch out beyond the Vale. How easy it would be to fly, to simply step forward and let the wind carry her. But she wasn’t a falcon. She was an Arryn. And Arryns did not fall. They endured.
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❛Duty is the chain that binds me, but the sky will always remind me—I was meant to be free. ❜
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Marielynne is a name of highborn grace, likely chosen to reflect the nobility and dignity of House Arryn. The flowing syllables give it an air of refinement, suited for a woman of the Vale’s ruling bloodline. The name carries the weight of expectation—poised, honorable, and unwavering, much like the mountain stronghold of the Eyrie itself. Her name is not one of warriors or conquerors but of steadiness and quiet strength. It belongs to one who commands with presence rather than force, whose influence is felt in the halls of power rather than on the battlefield. It is a name meant for a lady of House Arryn, bound by duty and the ideals of her lineage.
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Marielynne Arryn grew up in the wealth and security of the Eyrie, surrounded by towering white stone and endless sky, yet her childhood was shaped less by warmth and more by duty, expectation, and the distant, echoing halls of a home that often felt as cold as the mountain winds.
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Marielynne has likely known for years, perhaps since adolescence, though she may have tried to suppress or dismiss it as youthful confusion. Growing up in the rigid expectations of House Arryn, where duty and noble marriages are paramount, she would have quickly realized that her feelings were not just inconvenient but dangerous to her future. Her past relationships—whether secret or simply imagined—have shaped her carefully guarded demeanor. She has learned what she cannot allow herself to show, what words must go unsaid, and what lines she can never cross without risking scandal. She has likely rejected any emotional closeness that could betray her secret, ensuring that no one gets close enough to notice the truth. Now, she keeps herself controlled, reserved, and dutiful, never allowing herself to entertain thoughts of what she truly wants. Attraction, for her, is a quiet and painful thing—drawn to intelligence, grace, and strength in women but forced to feign indifference. She does not let herself linger on what she cannot have, though it is always there, lurking beneath the surface.
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What makes Marielynne Arryn human is the quiet struggle between duty and desire, the weight of expectation pressing against the unspoken truths of who she really is. She is shaped by the rigid traditions of her noble bloodline, yet beneath the practiced grace and unwavering composure lies the same longing, fear, and silent rebellion that all people carry in different forms. Her humanity is in the way she adapts, how she hides parts of herself to survive, how she navigates a world that demands she be someone she is not. It is in the stolen glances she forces herself to ignore, the dreams she cannot speak of, and the way she continues forward despite it all.
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Marielynne Arryn speaks the Common Tongue fluently, as it is the language of Westeros and her noble upbringing. However, she enjoys picking up snippets of High Valyrian purely for amusement, likely drawn to its elegance and the mystique surrounding the old language of dragonlords. She doesn’t study it seriously but gathers phrases here and there, perhaps from books, ing conversations, or learned courtiers. While far from fluent, she retains what interests her and occasionally plays with the language in private, though she rarely has reason to use it in daily life.
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❛ I was born in the clouds, but do not mistake me for something gentle—storms are born there too ❜
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Marielynne Arryn is deeply curious and driven by emotion, with a restless mind that seeks meaning beyond the rigid expectations of her station. Though outwardly poised, she feels everything intensely, wrestling with self-doubt while yearning for freedom and genuine connection.
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Marielynne Arryn is a woman of contrasts—bright yet burdened, warm yet wary, free-spirited yet bound by duty. She was raised in the soaring heights of the Eyrie, surrounded by cold stone and colder expectations, where the weight of nobility pressed upon her from birth. In a house where honor and tradition reign, she learned quickly how to navigate the fine line between duty and desire, between what is expected and what is true. At her core, Marielynne is a dreamer, drawn to new ideas, emotions, and experiences. She finds joy in the unknown, curiosity pulling her toward people and places beyond the Vale, even if she is never truly free to chase them. Her mind is restless, always searching for meaning in the rigid world she inhabits. She enjoys conversation, thrives in social settings, and possesses a natural charm that makes her likable—though her warmth is often tempered by caution. Years of hiding parts of herself have made her selective in who she lets in, leaving her both outgoing and deeply private at the same time. Her moral com is uniquely hers, shaped by both privilege and repression. She believes in kindness but knows kindness alone is not enough to survive in the courts of power. She values honesty but has spent much of her life crafting half-truths to protect herself. She despises cruelty, yet she understands that in Westeros, cruelty often wins. Marielynne is not a schemer, but she is observant; not a fighter, but she knows when to strike with words instead of steel. Her persona shifts depending on where she stands. Among her family, she plays the dutiful daughter and sister, never pushing too hard, never questioning too loudly. Among nobles and courtiers, she is lively but careful, her wit measured, her warmth never too revealing. Among those she truly trusts—if there are any—she is something else entirely: ionate, restless, vulnerable. Her greatest flaw is her self-doubt. While she carries herself with confidence, there is always a whisper of uncertainty beneath the surface. She overthinks, she second-guesses, and in moments of solitude, she wonders if she will ever truly be free to live as she wishes. Yet despite it all, she endures—because if there is one thing Marielynne Arryn refuses to be, it is broken.
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- Marielynne Arryn carries a joyous spirit, a rare thing in the cold halls of noble duty. Her energy is light, her laughter easy, and she moves through life with an infectious warmth that makes her naturally likable. Even when weighed down by expectations, she finds ways to make the best of her circumstances—whether through witty conversation, small adventures, or indulging in fleeting pleasures. This joy is both a gift and a burden. It draws people in, making her a favored presence in courtly gatherings, but it also makes her seem frivolous to those who value solemnity and duty above all. Some might see her as lacking seriousness, mistaking her warmth for naivety or carelessness. However, Marielynne is far from ignorant—she simply chooses joy as her armor, using it to mask deeper struggles. Her first impression is usually pleasant, as she exudes charm and approachability, but for those expecting quiet obedience or rigid propriety, she may seem too free-spirited for an Arryn. Yet, those who dismiss her as shallow soon realize that her lightness is not a lack of depth—it is a choice, a defiance against the weight of the world.
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- Anger is rare for Marielynne Arryn, but when it comes, it is fierce. She is not prone to outbursts or fits of rage; instead, her anger is controlled, quiet, and cutting. It builds slowly, hidden beneath her usual warmth, but when it surfaces, it sharpens her tongue and hardens her presence. The joy that usually defines her disappears, replaced by a cold, unyielding intensity that unsettles those who know her as lighthearted. Her anger is not reckless—it is measured, purposeful. She does not shout or throw things, but she becomes mercilessly direct, her words like arrows aimed with precision. It is an anger born not from impulsivity, but from deep frustration—at her circumstances, at expectations she cannot escape, at the people who assume they know her. Because it is so rare, it startles those around her. Some take it seriously, recognizing the weight behind her restrained fury, while others are caught off guard, dismissing it as a temporary shift in mood. It does not necessarily make a bad first impression—if anything, it makes her seem more formidable—but it does remind others that beneath her joy, there is steel.
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Marielynne Arryn’s body language is as expressive as her spirit, shaped by both the expectations of nobility and her own natural warmth. In formal settings, she carries herself with the practiced grace of an Arryn—back straight, chin lifted just enough to exude quiet confidence, hands delicately folded or gesturing with controlled elegance. Her movements are fluid but never stiff, her expressions carefully measured to match the conversation. She has mastered the art of appearing engaged without revealing too much, offering polite smiles and well-placed tilts of the head to feign deeper interest when necessary. However, her joyous nature still seeps through, whether in the slight sparkle in her eyes or the way she leans in just a little too eagerly when something truly interests her. In casual company, she is far more open. She speaks with her hands, her gestures animated and unrestrained. She leans toward those she enjoys, physically closing the space between them, her touch light and fleeting—whether adjusting a sleeve, brushing fingers against an arm, or playfully nudging a shoulder. Her expressions are vivid, emotions flickering across her face without pretense. Her laugh comes easily, and her posture is relaxed, sometimes even leaning back with a leg crossed in a way that would earn disapproving looks in court. When she is guarded or hiding something, her energy shifts. She becomes still—too still. Her hands, usually so expressive, rest motionless in her lap, her posture becomes almost too perfect, and her gaze remains fixed, as if willing herself not to betray any emotion. Her cultural upbringing as an Arryn has instilled a deep understanding of propriety, but her personality makes her push against it in subtle ways. She knows when to follow the rules of courtly behavior, but she also knows how to bend them—charming rather than defying, laughing rather than outright refusing. Above all, Marielynne’s body language tells a story of someone who yearns for connection but has learned to be careful in how she seeks it.
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Marielynne Arryn’s facial expressions are a reflection of her warmth, curiosity, and carefully guarded emotions, shifting seamlessly between genuine feeling and controlled courtly poise.
Joy & Amusement
Her smile is effortless, reaching her eyes with a bright, open expression that makes her presence feel warm and inviting. Her laugh lights up her face, her brows lifting, her nose crinkling slightly if she finds something truly amusing. There’s a playfulness in the way her lips quirk before she delivers a teasing remark, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Curiosity & Interest
When something captures her attention, her eyes sharpen, focusing intently as if trying to unravel a mystery. Her head tilts slightly, her brows raising just enough to signal intrigue without looking overly eager. Her lips part, sometimes just barely, as if she’s on the verge of asking a question.
Discomfort & Restraint
Marielynne is skilled at masking unease, but it shows in the smallest ways—a flicker of her gaze to find an exit, a tightness at the corners of her mouth, a barely-there swallow. She smooths her features quickly, replacing uncertainty with a polite, unreadable smile, though her eyes betray the truth if one knows where to look.
Frustration & Irritation
Rarely one to frown outright, frustration appears first in her tightened jaw, the small, deliberate press of her lips, and the narrowing of her eyes. If anger lingers, her gaze hardens, and her mouth settles into a line of silent disapproval. She does not let rage twist her features, but there’s a sharpness in her expression that makes it clear she is not pleased.
Sadness & Vulnerability
Her usual brightness dims, her lips losing their easy curve, the corners drooping slightly even if she does not allow a full frown. Her brows knit together just a little, and her gaze softens, unfocused or downcast as she withdraws into herself. Unlike joy or irritation, which she expresses freely, sorrow is something she hides, only letting it show in stolen, unguarded moments.
Feigning Emotion
Marielynne knows how to control her expressions when needed. A practiced smile, a gentle nod, the right tilt of her head—she can wear the face expected of her without revealing her true thoughts. But perfection is impossible, and if one watches closely, they might catch the slight delay before she reacts, the fraction of a second where her true feelings slip through before she tucks them away again.
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𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛 :
Faith of the Seven
Marielynne Arryn was raised in the Faith of the Seven, as expected of a noblewoman of the Vale. She learned the teachings from septons and septas within the Eyrie, absorbing the expected reverence for the Seven-Faced God. However, while she respects the Faith and its place in society, her belief is not blind devotion—she follows the customs but questions the rigid interpretations that dictate a woman’s role. She finds comfort in the Mother and the Maiden, figures that align with her own struggles between duty and freedom. The Stranger, too, intrigues her—an entity of both fear and mystery, embodying the unknown that she both dreads and longs for. She does not reject the Faith, but she does not let it fully define her, sometimes choosing personal morality over strict doctrine. Her family expects her to uphold the Faith, and she does so outwardly, attending sept services and following traditions. However, her personal doubts and quiet defiance may set her apart from more devout nobles. It has not caused open conflict, but in a world where the Faith’s influence is strong, her subtle resistance may one day invite scrutiny.
𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 :
Adaptive
Marielynne Arryn’s moral com is her own, shaped by the contradictions of her upbringing—privilege and expectation, freedom and duty. She believes in kindness but understands that kindness alone is not always rewarded. She values honesty, but she has learned that the world does not always allow for full truth. She despises cruelty, yet she knows that in Westeros, those who hesitate to act are often the first to fall. Her morals have not been lost with age, but they have shifted. As a child, she believed in the simple fairness of the world: that good actions led to good outcomes. Experience has broken that illusion. She has seen that power often outweighs justice, that people twist faith and tradition to serve their own ends, that even those who claim righteousness can be the most ruthless. These lessons have made her pragmatic, but not heartless. She still holds onto her sense of right and wrong—she just wields it more carefully now. She abides by her com in ways both quiet and bold. She does not tolerate needless cruelty, offering small mercies where she can—an encouraging word, a discreet act of aid, a refusal to entertain the worst of courtly games. But she also knows that survival sometimes means compromise. She has bent rules, hidden truths, and played along when necessary. And at times, this has backfired—her trust has been misplaced, her kindness mistaken for weakness, her restraint seen as a failure to act. Still, she does not abandon what she believes in. She just chooses her battles, deciding when to fight and when to wait, because she knows that the world does not always reward those who charge forward blindly.
𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 :
To see the World
To Love
To Shape her own Fate
Marielynne Arryn dreams of seeing the world beyond the Vale, escaping the cold heights of the Eyrie to explore lands she has only heard of—Dorne’s sunlit deserts, the Reach’s endless fields, even the far-off Free Cities. She longs to love freely, without the weight of noble expectations forcing her to hide who she is. Above all, she desires to shape her own fate, to be more than just a noble daughter, to carve out a life where her choices are truly her own.
𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 :
Yes
Marielynne Arryn fully believes in magic and the supernatural, seeing it not as myth but as an undeniable part of the world. Raised in the Vale, where old stories of sorcery and the mysteries of the mountain es still linger, she has always been drawn to tales of dragons, ancient spells, and unseen forces at work. Though she has never wielded magic herself, she has encountered strange moments that solidified her belief—whispers in the wind that seemed to answer unspoken thoughts, dreams that felt like more than just dreams, and the quiet sense that there is always something just beyond what the eye can see. While others dismiss such things as coincidence or folly, she listens, watching the world with a mind open to the unseen.
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[C]ᨳ𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 :
✧ ࿒ House Arryn
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➣ House Arryn, one of the oldest lines of Andal nobility in Westeros, rules over the Vale from their ancestral seat, the Eyrie—a formidable castle perched high in the Mountains of the Moon. Their sigil features a sky-blue falcon soaring against a white moon on a sky-blue field, symbolizing their lofty ideals and dominion over the mountainous region. The house words, "As High as Honor," encapsulate their commitment to nobility and virtue. Throughout history, House Arryn has embodied these principles, maintaining a reputation for integrity and leadership. Their strategic seat at the Eyrie reflects their elevated status and unassailable honor, both literally and figuratively.
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ᨳ𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣/𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 :
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❛ ✦ 𝟷 ᝰ Lady
❛ ✦ 𝟸 ᝰ The Falcons Grace
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➣ House Arryn, ruling over the Vale from the Eyrie, traditionally uses the titles of "Lord" and "Lady" for its . Historical records indicate that even when House Arryn intermarried with the Targaryen royal family, the titles remained consistent with their regional customs. For example, Lady Aemma Arryn, daughter of Lord Rodrik Arryn and Princess Daella Targaryen, was referred to as "Lady" despite her royal maternal lineage. Therefore, within the Vale's traditions, Marielynne Arryn, as the daughter of Queen Regent Sharra Arryn, would typically bear the title of "Lady" rather than "Princess." This aligns with the customary titles used by noble houses in Westeros, where "Lord" and "Lady" are standard, and "Prince" or "Princess" are reserved for specific royal contexts.
The smallfolk of the Vale call Marielynne Arryn "The Falcon’s Grace." They see in her the elegance and warmth of her noble house, a lady who walks among them with a light heart and a kind smile. Unlike the distant lords and knights perched high in the Eyrie, she carries herself with a grace that does not look down upon those below. Whether in the mountain villages or the castle halls, her presence is like a falcon in flight—free, swift, and beautiful to behold.
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❛ A cage made of gold is still a cage.❜
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𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵 :
Marielynne Arryn has a fair complexion, her skin smooth but prone to a rosy flush in the cold mountain air of the Vale. Her dark brown hair is naturally wavy and falls to mid-back, often kept in elaborate braids or flowing freely depending on the occasion. Her blue eyes are striking, deep like the sky above the Eyrie, sometimes appearing stormy when lost in thought or emotion. She has delicate but well-defined facial features, with high cheekbones, a softly arched nose, and full lips that give her expressions a natural warmth. She stands at an average height for a noblewoman, her frame slender yet graceful, built for elegance rather than strength. Her posture is naturally poised, though she carries an easy, fluid movement that speaks to her free-spirited nature. Despite her noble upbringing, there is an approachable air to her presence—a softness that invites rather than intimidates.
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Marielynne Arryn wears delicate yet elegant jewelry, favoring pieces that reflect the sky and the mountains of her home. On a daily basis, she prefers simple silver rings and thin chain necklaces, adorned with small sapphires or moonstones—gems reminiscent of the Vale’s high, cold beauty. She also wears small, falcon-shaped earrings on occasion, a subtle nod to her house Sigil. For grand occasions, she dons more elaborate pieces, such as intricate diadems or bracelets etched with swirling patterns that mimic the windswept peaks of the Vale. However, the piece that means the most to her is a small silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, given to her as a child by her mother, Sharra Arryn. It represents both her mother’s love and the ever-watching sky above her home, a reminder that no matter how far she strays, she will always be of the Vale. She keeps it close, often tucked beneath her gown, a quiet piece of home she carries everywhere.
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𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 :
Marielynne Arryn’s natural scent is light and airy, like the crisp mountain breeze that flows through the Vale. There’s a faint coolness of fresh snow, mixed with the subtle sweetness of wildflowers that grow in the highlands. It is a scent that lingers softly, never overpowering, but distinctly recognizable to those who know her well. It carries a feeling of freshness and freedom, much like the open sky above the Eyrie. For most, it is a pleasant and calming fragrance, one that evokes thoughts of high peaks and clear blue horizons. However, its faint, fleeting nature makes it something that must be noticed up close, like a whisper of wind ing by.
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𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓮 :
Marielynne Arryn’s wardrobe is soft, flowing, and elegant, reflecting both the grace of House Arryn and her own warm, free-spirited nature. She favors pale blues, silvers, and whites, colors that mirror the sky above the Vale and the snow-capped peaks surrounding the Eyrie. These shades give her an almost dreamlike presence, making her seem like a figure born of the wind and clouds rather than the earth below. Her gowns are often made of fine silks and velvets, with delicate embroidery of falcons, moon phases, or swirling patterns that mimic the gusts of mountain winds. She prefers lighter, flowing fabrics that allow ease of movement, never too heavy or restrictive. On colder days, she wears fur-lined cloaks and gloves, practical yet still refined. Her wardrobe, like her personality, is gentle yet unmistakably noble—never loud, but always carrying a quiet kind of power. It reflects her love for the vastness of the sky, her connection to her home, and the way she moves through life with grace, but never confinement.
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❛ The mountain taught me patience, the wind taught me freedom, and the sky taught me to dream. ❜
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common sense : ⁵
She is sharp-witted and perceptive when it comes to understanding people, reading emotions, and navigating social situations. Her upbringing in the Eyrie, surrounded by political intrigue and noble expectations, has given her a strong sense of when to speak, when to stay silent, and when to act with caution. She understands how the world works in of diplomacy, courtesy, and reading between the lines, making her socially adept. However, she struggles with practical, real-world decisions, often led by idealism rather than logic. Her free-spirited nature sometimes makes her reckless, especially when she follows her emotions instead of careful reasoning. She has a tendency to underestimate danger, believing too much in the goodness of people or trusting that things will work out. While she understands politics, she can be naïve about hidden dangers, sometimes dismissing concerns that are more serious than she realize. She has mastered the graceful art of conversation, diplomacy, and emotional intelligence, but she still struggles with grounding herself in hard, pragmatic decision-making—especially when emotions are involved.
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intelligence : ⁶
She is quick-witted, well-read, and naturally curious, possessing a sharp mind that thrives on learning and discovery. Her noble upbringing granted her an education in history, literature, High Valyrian, and politics, and she enjoys seeking out knowledge simply for the sake of knowing. She has a strong grasp of strategy, particularly in social and political matters, and she can see the broader picture in conflicts or negotiations. However, her intelligence is not without its flaws. She has a tendency to overthink and get lost in idealistic or abstract ideas, sometimes failing to see immediate, practical solutions. While she is good at understanding people, she is not always the best at anticipating cruelty or deceit, as she often assumes others are as open-minded as she is. Additionally, her emotional nature can cloud her judgment, making her hesitate in critical moments where decisive action is needed. She has mastered adaptability, strategic thinking, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but she still struggles with balancing intellect with pragmatism and recognizing when to act instead of analyze.
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temper : 3
She is generally joyous, easygoing, and difficult to provoke, preferring to diffuse tension rather than escalate it. Her natural warmth makes her inclined toward patience and understanding, and she rarely lets anger dictate her actions. She values harmony over conflict, often choosing to walk away or use wit to disarm a situation rather than lash out. However, her rare moments of anger are volatile and deeply emotional. She does not have a short temper, but when she does lose control, it is overwhelming—not in violent outbursts, but in sharp, cutting words laced with raw emotion. When she reaches her breaking point, she can be reckless, thoughtless, and deeply hurtful, saying things she later regrets. Because anger is so rare for her, she is not practiced in controlling it, making it difficult for her to calm down once she reaches that point. She has mastered patience, emotional restraint, and conflict resolution, but she still struggles with handling her own rage when it finally surfaces, as it often consumes her completely.
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On the surface, she appears cheerful, resilient, and full of life, and for the most part, she genuinely is. She has a strong system in her family, an optimistic outlook, and the ability to find joy in small things, which helps her maintain emotional stability. She is good at keeping up appearances, making it seem like she is always fine—even when she isn't. However, she bottles up her struggles, rarely allowing herself to fully process stress, grief, or deeper insecurities. Her efforts to hide her true feelings can make her feel isolated, as if she has to maintain a happy persona at all costs. She also struggles with self-doubt, especially when it comes to her place in the world and her own desires. Her attempts to repress certain parts of herself—like her romantic feelings—can cause inner turmoil and emotional exhaustion. She has mastered the art of resilience, finding light in the dark, and keeping herself moving forward, but she still struggles with acknowledging her own pain, allowing herself to be vulnerable, and facing the parts of herself she tries to suppress.
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She is naturally agile and in good shape, thanks to an active lifestyle in the Vale. Growing up in the Eyrie, she has spent much of her time walking the high corridors, riding through the mountains, and enjoying the fresh air, which has given her a strong stamina and endurance. She is not a warrior, but she is far from fragile, able to keep up with long journeys on horseback and endure the cold, high-altitude climate of her home. However, she is not without weaknesses. She is not particularly strong in of brute force, and she is prone to exhaustion when pushed too far. She also has a tendency to neglect her own well-being when caught up in emotional stress, sometimes forgetting to eat or rest properly. While she has a healthy constitution overall, she can be sensitive to sudden changes in climate or prolonged stress, which can weaken her over time. She has mastered endurance, agility, and overall well-being, but she still struggles with physical strength, prolonged exertion, and taking care of herself during times of emotional distress.
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She has decent reaction speed and quick instincts, particularly in social situations, where she can read a room and respond swiftly. Her time spent riding through the Vale has also given her a good sense of balance and coordination, allowing her to adjust quickly in unpredictable terrain. She is not clumsy and moves with a natural grace, making her quick on her feet when needed. However, she lacks combat training, meaning her reflexes are more instinctual than trained. While she can dodge or react to sudden movements, she is not honed for battle, and in a fight, she would likely hesitate rather than immediately respond. Her reflexes serve her well in day-to-day life but would not be enough to make her a skilled warrior. She has mastered agility, balance, and situational awareness, but she still struggles with split-second combat decisions and trained reflex responses in high-pressure situations.
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She has an imaginative mind, always seeking out new ideas, stories, and ways to express herself. Whether it’s through words, problem-solving, or observing the world around her, she has a knack for thinking outside the box. She enjoys learning languages, exploring different perspectives, and entertaining whimsical ideas, often seeing possibilities where others see limitations. Her creativity is especially strong in social and diplomatic settings, allowing her to navigate conversations with charm and wit. She can improvise solutions, adapt to unexpected situations, and weave words in a way that can persuade or inspire. However, her idealistic nature sometimes makes her impractical, and she can get lost in ideas rather than execution. She can also be easily distracted, bouncing between interests and thoughts rather than focusing on one concrete goal. She has mastered thinking unconventionally, storytelling, and adaptability, but she still struggles with grounding her ideas in reality and staying focused on long-term plans.
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She is naturally warm, engaging, and magnetic, with a presence that draws people in. Her joyous nature makes her easy to talk to, and she has a way of making people feel valued and comfortable in her company. Whether through charm, humor, or genuine enthusiasm, she knows how to hold a conversation, navigate social settings, and leave a lasting impression. Her charisma is strongest in personal interactions, where she can read emotions well and adapt her tone to suit the situation. She is especially skilled in diplomatic settings, where her ability to connect with people and find common ground makes her a valuable presence. However, her charisma is not without flaws. She sometimes relies too much on charm, assuming she can talk her way out of anything. Additionally, she can be too trusting, mistaking surface-level friendliness for true loyalty. While she can be persuasive, she is not manipulative, and people with sharper political minds may see through her openness. She has mastered charm, approachability, and emotional intelligence, but she still struggles with underestimating deception and assuming all social conflicts can be solved with words alone.
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She is naturally understanding and slow to anger, preferring to listen, observe, and allow things to unfold rather than force a reaction. Her upbringing in the Eyrie, surrounded by diplomacy and noble expectations, has taught her the value of restraint and careful timing. She is good at waiting for the right moment to act and does not easily become frustrated by delays or setbacks. Her patience is strongest in social situations, where she can handle difficult conversations and navigate tense interactions without losing her composure. She is also patient with people, especially those who need time to open up or find their own way. However, her patience has limits. While she can endure small frustrations, she struggles when faced with personal injustice or deep emotional turmoil. If she feels trapped or forced into a situation she cannot control, her usual calm can give way to restlessness or impulsivity. She also finds it difficult to be patient with herself, often expecting too much and growing frustrated when she cannot meet her own standards. She has mastered emotional control, diplomacy, and enduring external frustrations, but she still struggles with self-imposed pressure and moments where patience feels like inaction.
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❛With wings of justice unfurled, we shall defend the realm, for it is our duty to guard the skies above and the peace below.❜
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Sharra Arryn - ⌞ ᴬᴸᴵᵛᴱ⌝
Sharra Arryn, known as the "Flower of the Mountain," was the Queen Regent of the Kingdom of Mountain and Vale, ruling on behalf of her son, King Ronnel Arryn, during Aegon I Targaryen's conquest of Westeros. Celebrated for her beauty, Sharra was a prominent figure in Westerosi history. Following her husband's death, Sharra assumed regency as her son Ronnel was still a child. In an effort to protect her realm from the Targaryen invasion, she proposed marriage to Aegon I, sending him a portrait of herself. However, Aegon declined her offer. Subsequently, Visenya Targaryen flew her dragon, Vhagar, to the Eyrie, where young King Ronnel capitulated, effectively bringing the Vale under Targaryen rule.
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❝ 𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰/𝓼. ❞
Jonos Arryn┆ Ronnel Arryn - ⌞ ᴬᴸᴵᵛᴱ ⌝
Ronnel Arryn was the last King of Mountain and Vale, ruling as a child while his mother, Sharra Arryn, served as his regent. His reign ended peacefully when Visenya Targaryen flew her dragon, Vhagar, to the Eyrie. Seeing the dragon and knowing resistance was futile, young Ronnel surrendered and bent the knee to Aegon the Conqueror, bringing the Vale under Targaryen rule. As a sign of goodwill, Visenya allowed him to ride on Vhagar, an event that earned him the nickname "The King Who Flew." After the conquest, Ronnel remained Lord of the Eyrie but was no longer a king, serving as a vassal to House Targaryen.
Jonos Arryn was Ronnel’s younger brother, ed for his rebellion against the Targaryens. Unlike Ronnel, who accepted the new rule, Jonos was defiant and attempted to break the Vale’s ties with House Targaryen. He led a failed revolt, capturing his brother and seizing the Eyrie, declaring himself independent. His rebellion was short-lived, as King Maegor I Targaryen responded with force. Jonos and his ers were defeated, and Maegor had them thrown from the Moon Door, ending his claim.
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❛ In the embrace of the heavens, we pledge our allegiance; for true nobility is not measured by blood, but by the courage to protect those we hold dear. ❜
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The Childhood of Marielynne Arryn
Marielynne Arryn was born into the highest peaks of Westeros, in the Eyrie, a castle that seemed closer to the sky than the world below. Her childhood was one of privilege, yet it was also shaped by the weight of duty, expectation, and the ever-present winds of politics that swirled through her family. As the middle child of Queen Regent Sharra Arryn, she was neither the heir nor the forgotten second son—she existed in between, a place of both opportunity and uncertainty.
Growing Up in the Eyrie
The Eyrie was a world of stone and sky, a place of breathtaking beauty but chilling isolation. She grew up surrounded by towering mountains, sheer cliffs, and endless clouds. The cold, thin air of the highlands shaped her in ways she didn't realize as a child—it made her resilient, sharp, and always aware of the precariousness of life. Unlike the bustling courts of the Riverlands or the Reach, the Vale was cut off from the rest of the world, giving her a childhood filled with whispers of war, hushed secrets, and an ever-present sense of danger from the mountain clans below.
The Eyrie itself was both a sanctuary and a cage. She spent her days in grand halls with white marble floors and blue silk banners, where her mother hosted council meetings and lords came to pledge their fealty. She learned to navigate the court early, observing the way her mother handled politics with a firm yet elegant hand. She saw how power was wielded not just with swords, but with words, alliances, and quiet threats.
The Influence of Her Family
Her older brother, Ronnel, was the king in name, but he was still just a boy, guided by their mother’s will. Marielynne adored him, but she saw how little control he actually had. His gentle nature clashed with the brutal reality of their world, and she learned quickly that kindness alone was not enough to rule. From him, she learned patience, diplomacy, and the value of a soft hand in a world that favored iron fists.
Her younger brother, Jonos, was another story. He was rebellious, bold, and always questioning authority. While Ronnel accepted their mother’s decisions, Jonos resented them. He had fire in his heart, and he was never afraid to challenge tradition. He made her question things, made her wonder if their mother’s way was the only way. But he also made her cautious—she saw what happened when you pushed too hard. His defiance would one day lead to his doom, and she knew it even when they were children.
Lessons and Experiences
Marielynne’s childhood was spent learning how to balance between duty and desire, between expectation and independence. She studied under maesters, learning about history, Valyrian politics, and the Faith of the Seven. She listened at doors she wasn’t supposed to, memorizing the way her mother manipulated lords into submission. She learned that appearances mattered—that a well-placed word or a smile could shape a person’s fate as much as a sword.
She also saw the consequences of power. She heard the cries of prisoners thrown from the Moon Door, their screams echoing through the Eyrie until the wind swallowed them whole. She understood from an early age that mercy was not always an option. She saw lords who defied House Arryn disappear, and she learned the art of silence—of knowing when to speak and when to let the storm .
Despite all this, her childhood was not without joy. She found happiness in the small moments—riding her horse along the high mountain paths, feeling the rush of wind against her face, watching the snowflakes dance in the sky. She laughed with her handmaidens, played music in the great hall, and imagined what life might be like beyond the Vale.
How It Shaped Her
Marielynne grew into a woman who understood the delicate dance of power. She was neither as unyielding as her mother, nor as reckless as Jonos. She knew how to read a room, how to adapt, and how to make herself indispensable without making herself a threat. She learned that the world was not kind to women who wanted more, so she would have to take what she could in quiet, clever ways.
Above all, she learned that no one, not even a princess, is truly free. The Vale was a place of soaring heights, but no matter how high you climbed, you were always looking down at the drop.
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The Teenage Years of Marielynne Arryn
Marielynne’s teenage years were a time of awakening—to power, to politics, and to the truth of what it meant to be a noblewoman in Westeros. The Eyrie remained her home, a fortress of marble and sky, but the world within its walls became far more complicated as she grew older. She was no longer a child to be brushed aside, nor was she an heir with a clear path ahead. She was something in between, and in that in-between space, she learned how to navigate the dangerous game of court.
Politics and Power
As she stepped into adolescence, Marielynne became keenly aware of her mother’s influence. Sharra Arryn was no fool—she was a queen regent, a woman ruling in a man’s world, and she played the game with ruthless precision. Marielynne, as her daughter, was expected to do the same. She was taught the art of diplomacy, of knowing when to yield and when to press, when to flatter and when to remain silent.
But she also saw the limits of power. Her older brother, Ronnel, was the king in name, but in truth, he was a pawn in their mother’s hands. Marielynne loved him, but she pitied him too. She saw how he was made to smile while others decided his fate. She learned that a crown did not always mean control, and that sometimes, being in the shadows was safer than standing in the light.
Her younger brother, Jonos, was her opposite—bold, outspoken, and unwilling to be controlled. As they grew older, their differences became starker. He rejected their mother’s rule, fought against the very structure of their lives, and Marielynne saw the danger in defiance. She agreed with him more than she would ever it, but she also knew that rebellion without strategy was suicide. She chose her battles carefully, learning that sometimes survival meant playing the game rather than fighting it outright.
Love, Desire, and Secrecy
Her teenage years also brought a more personal revelation—her own feelings, her own desires. She had always known that she did not look at men the way she was expected to. She could ire their wit, their strength, their charm, but it never stirred anything deep within her. But women—they were another story.
Marielynne was smart enough to keep it hidden. In a world where noblewomen were expected to marry for alliances, love was never part of the equation—and a love like hers had no place at all. She watched as ladies around her whispered about knights and lords, their futures set in stone before they were even old enough to understand them. She learned to smile, to nod, to pretend.
She buried her desires beneath duty, knowing that to be caught would be a disaster. But in stolen moments, in quiet glances and fleeting touches, she allowed herself to feel. There were no grand romances, no reckless affairs, only brief sparks of something real before she was forced to extinguish them.
The Changing Vale
The Vale itself began to change in her teenage years. The Targaryens had come. She had heard their name whispered since she was a child, but now, their presence was undeniable. Aegon had conquered the Riverlands, the Reach, the Stormlands—and the Vale was next. Her mother fought to keep their kingdom free, but even the might of the Eyrie could not stop a dragon’s fire.
She watched as her mother tried to outmaneuver Aegon, playing a game of diplomacy that ultimately failed. When the time came, Ronnel was taken to Dragonstone, and the Vale bent the knee. Marielynne did not cry, did not rage—she only watched, understanding at last that even the strongest fortress could fall. It was a lesson she never forgot.
How It Shaped Her
By the time she reached adulthood, Marielynne was no longer the wide-eyed girl who thought she could find her own path. She understood now that she had been born into a world that would never fully be hers, a world where men and dragons made the rules, and women like her were meant to fit into them.
But she had also learned how to adapt. She had seen the strength of her mother, the mistakes of her brothers, and the sheer inevitability of change. She knew how to listen, how to observe, how to use the power she did have in ways others did not expect. She could not change the world, but she could survive it.
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Marielynne Arryn’s Adulthood: The Weight of Nobility and Survival
Adulthood did not grant Marielynne freedom—it only made her chains heavier and more gilded. She had grown up in the Eyrie, a place of impossible heights and chilling winds, a fortress that stood above the rest of the world. She was raised to believe that House Arryn was untouchable, but she had learned the hard way that even the strongest walls could crumble beneath the weight of history.
Life After the Conquest
The Targaryens were no longer a distant threat but a ruling dynasty, and the Vale had bowed to them. Her brother, Ronnel, was taken as a ward to Dragonstone, their mother forced to kneel to the dragonlords she once fought against. Marielynne saw the way this crushed her mother’s spirit, how the once-powerful Sharra Arryn had become a woman of fading influence. It was a lesson that power was never permanent, no matter how high one stood.
Marielynne learned to live within the new world order, carefully navigating a court that now answered to Aegon and his sisters. Her place as a princess of the Vale meant that she was still valuable—but only as a pawn to be played in marriage alliances and political maneuvering.
Duty vs. Desire
Marriage loomed over her like a blade, a future she had always known would come but had desperately tried to avoid. She did not love men. She never would. But love had never mattered to noblewomen—it was duty that defined them. Marielynne had long accepted that she could never live as she truly wished, but as she grew older, the weight of that truth became suffocating.
She had spent years perfecting the art of pretending—smiling when expected, laughing at the right moments, feigning interest in lords who would never hold her heart. She was skilled at playing the role of the charming, witty noblewoman, but inside, it felt like a performance she could never escape.
The only solace she found was in the rare moments where she could steal away from courtly expectations—conversations with like-minded women who understood her unspoken words, fleeting touches that could never mean anything more. But those moments were fragile, always at risk of being shattered by duty.
The Vale Under Targaryen Rule
With Ronnel away, the Vale was left in a precarious state. Her younger brother, Jonos, became increasingly bitter toward the Targaryens, speaking openly against them in ways that Marielynne knew were dangerous. She saw the anger that simmered beneath his words, the resentment that had grown in him over the years. She understood it—part of her even agreed with it—but she also knew that openly defying dragons was a swift path to destruction.
She had always been the one to balance the extremes of her family. Where her mother was unyielding, she was cautious; where Jonos was reckless, she was measured. She learned how to keep the peace, how to speak without committing, how to navigate a world that no longer belonged to her family.
What She Has Learned
Marielynne is no longer the girl who once dreamed of a world where she could be herself. She knows now that survival means compromise. She understands that power is fleeting, that alliances can shift overnight, and that to remain standing, one must adapt.
She has seen strong women broken by the game of thrones—her mother, once a queen regent, now a woman whose influence has faded; noblewomen who were married off, discarded, or forgotten. She has learned that a woman’s worth in Westeros is measured by her ability to be useful—whether as a wife, a mother, or a pawn in a greater scheme.
But she refuses to be a ive piece. She plays the game in her own way—carefully, subtly, always watching, always waiting. If she cannot have what she truly wants, then she will find another way to carve out her own space in a world that seeks to control her.
The Present
Now, Marielynne Arryn is a woman of quiet power. She is still the princess of the Vale, still a daughter of House Arryn, still bound by duty. But she is also a survivor, a strategist, and a woman who refuses to be forgotten.
She knows that change is coming. Whether it will be through her own hand, through Jonos’ rebellion, or through the Targaryens themselves, she does not know. But she has learned one thing above all else—when the world shifts, those who do not adapt will be crushed beneath it.
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❛ 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮, 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨
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