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✧･: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *ೃ༄
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LADY JEYNE.
youth is wasted on the young.
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a tale of a sweet girl and a wretched queen
— both whom were scorned by the young wolf
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ ' the man of my dreams ? '
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— jeyne, jeyne jeyne.
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won't you be mine ?
IF it was an alliance between their houses Lord Desmond Redwyne wanted, he had another daughter— one more beautiful and of higher quality— he could have offered the hand of marriage to the eldest son of Lord Eddard Stark. Alas, it was the little flower that paled in comparison her sister that he foisted onto the poor boy. It was mostly ever Jeyne that saw it as a punishment for the likes of him to be with the likes of her. Lady Jeyne thought Robb Stark to be the finest man than the gods had ever made but...
To be in awe was very different than to be in love and even in the many years that passed them by where they become a husband and a wife, a mother and a father, a king and a queen— even the singers did not know what to hum of in their songs of Lady Jeyne and Robb Stark.
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' You think I'm fighting this war so they'll sing songs about me Jeyne? '
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ stupid little girl.
" Sansa, much like herself wanted to live in a song. Not a warrior, not a princess, just the daughter of a traitor now and Jeyne could only look to her in pity " — thoughts of Jeyne, act iii. ( BOOK THREE), clash of kings
but for now ... let us visit act i
( act i, MY MOTHERS DAUGHTER )
𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 did not come without it's plagues of limitations and strains. Her place in their family home was gratuitous to say the least and although mother and father never said, Lady Jeyne knew her mènage was complete long before her birth. With Denyse as their sole son and heir, their pride and joy— along with their first daughter Maegelle who was the paragon of divine beauty, Jeyne was left being just Jeyne. No matter how prettily she could play the harp; how sweetly she decorated her hair with flowers to take away from her plain face, or how hard she tried to make herself a lady of wit, beauty and potential like mother dearest
— Jeyne would never be her mothers daughter.
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' In my dreams, I see a child with eyes like yours and hair like mine. '
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ little flower.
" She has grown much since I last saw her, sad eyes but grey still like her fathers. I wonder if she remembers me fondly and if she would play with my children the way I played with her. " — thoughts of Jeyne, act v ( BOOK FIVE) winters wrath
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BUT HE WHO DARES NOT GRASP THE THORNS.
SHOULD NEVER CRAVE THE ROSE.
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For the sake of his daughter, Lord Desmond Redwyne travels far to the North where he takes up an old debt, one that could have been easily forgotten if it was not for the honour of Eddard Stark. A vow made in blood, tears and death in order to preserve a long since buried secret but even so, Jeyne Redwyne was set to marry Robb Stark for
there never lived a Stark who forgot his oath.
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' I never asked for you to choose between your war or me, you made the decision to rid yourself of me '
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ *ೃ༄ jenny of oldstones.
" Jeyne did wonder if yearned for her sun kissed skin when he lays with her like she did his. If he closed his eyes for just a moment, would he see flowers braided into brown hair messily strewn on the pillow instead of silver strands. " — thoughts of Jeyne, act v ( BOOK FIVE) winters wrath
THERE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN RESPECT
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AND ROMANCE.
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GOLD RUSH
act i, my mothers daughter
Playlist
i. basket case— green day, ii. people watching— conan gray, iii. partners in crime— finneas, iv. fade into you— mazzy star, v. my girl— the temptations, vi. liability— lorde, vii. national anthem— lana del ray, viii. bejewelled— taylor swift, ix. gold rush— taylor swift, x. she don't have to know— john legend, xi. naked— james arthur, xii. every little thing she does is magic— sleeping at last
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disclaimer: i do not own game of thrones/asoiaf. all rights belong to george rr martin/HBO. the plot and character of jeyne redwyne does, however, belong to me so plagiarism will not be tolerated.
" Do you think I meant to hurt you?"
"No but I don't think you cared much that you did. "
authors note: if you could not already tell from the playlist, jeyne and robb are very much taylor swift coded <3 + this is an asoiaf au but it will sometimes follow the plot of game of thrones but in different ways. plus i do not have a definite face claim for jeyne, sometimes i like to leave my characters up for imaginations sake. i will however be using multiple gifs and medieval characters throughout the book to convey the character of jeyne and changing those as i go along to show you how she is developing. this story is justice for the jeyne erasure in the show. hope you enjoy :)