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| Sophia Myles as Danae Tordane |
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| name: |
Danae Tordane |
| house: |
Tordane |
| father: |
Ser Ilde Westerling |
| mother: |
Josephyne Westerling |
| spouse: |
Gedeon Tordane |
| issue: |
Unborn Babe. |
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| gender: |
Female |
| age: |
19 |
| height: |
5'4" |
| weight: |
132 |
| eyes: |
Blue |
| hair: |
Blonde |
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| honorific: |
Lady |
| title: |
None |
| position: |
Trade Envoy from the Crag |
| predecessor: |
None |
| heir: |
None |
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Background
Come to Stonebridge by way of Seagard, the Westerling Lady brought with her a small retinue of traders and artisans who glimmered with the trade of the West: refined and delicate metal lacework, precious stones, and larger metal-smithed works as well, all for the asking. The lady cousin to the current head of the Westerling house, the opportunity for ties had drawn her from the craggy shores of the West and the cradle of the Lannisters. Although trade was brokered and new bonds made, the politics of the Riverlands were often uncertain. April of 289 Ser Gedeon Rivers was named to henceforth be known as Gedeon Tordane, the legitimate heir to the late Lord Geoffrey Tordane, and so the Knight of Stonebridge, tearing the hold away from the Nayland House. Upon receiving this letter, Ser Rygar Nayland challenged Gedeon to a judicial duel to be held on the stone bridge on Sunday, April 29, 289. After secretly wedding Gedeon Tordane the eve before the duel, Danae saw him slain the next day. Her husband's body still lay bloody on the bridge, when she rose to claim the sword for her son, making her marriage public, and leaving Stonebridge contested once more.
She had some success, forming a strong ally through her cousin's marriage to House Charlton and making an impression on its Lord Keegan Charlton. An army was raised and Stonebridge was briefly seiged, but in the end it was for naught. In midst of October of 289, the Lady Danae Tordane was found dead on the borders of the Terrick and Nayland lands. She was found sunken beneath the waters of a pond with her body wreathed in waterlilies and fallen leaves. With the Lady's passage, goes the life of her child, as both join Lord Gedeon Tordane in the hands of the Seven.
The first girl child born to her parents, their eldest a lad, Danae was a somber child with a quiet grace about her. Her hair as gold as the field their houses heraldry. Her Lord father was keenly aware of the faltering fortunes of the house at large, taking care to see his own livelihood secured and his children educated in the mercenary aspects of trade and appraisal. Born of a tempered mind, fascinated with the intricacies of the natural world, Danae did well in her observations of trade and economics and took to the subjects with ease.
Her lady’s education went less well than her studies; with no talent for music nor stomach for hawk, hunt or skill for horses. She nearly left her mother in despair of her ever securing a husband, if not the token grace in her manner, a fine hand with a brush, and a startling occupation with plants. By the age of nine she knew all the plants of their hold, having badgered her septa and tutors for their names and uses. She still keeps small bound catalogues of plants by their region: drawn and blotted with colour and labelled with their names and uses. Her studies brushed into the deeper work of a medical Maester but briefly, her father pulled her from the more base applications of medicine and deemed them unsuitable for a lady of her standing.
Danae's mother took ultimatum as an opportunity to usher her Danae into the more genteel applications of her passion, such as tea and poison. At twelve, she gained a tutor, an old crone of crescent wrinkles with a hiss to her voice and a particular skill for the herbalistic arts. In the following years she learned much from her Septa, what her mother desired and the more medicinal measures she wished to know.
Despite the years that separated her from her eldest of brothers, as they grew older Danae became his council and confidante as the burdens of their family fell to his shoulders. Thus, it is in his place and with his blessings that Danae had come to Stonebridge this venture to secure new trade with the region.
Family
Ser Ilde Westerling - Father
Josephyne Westerling - Mother
Dyrion Westerling - Eldest brother
Garett Westerling - Elder Brother
Cherise Charlton nee' Westerling - Cousin
Physical Features
With eyes as blue as the skies over the tumultuous western seas, Danae watches the world around her with a calm countenance that matches a solemn self-possession. Her colouring speaks of her Western birth with tawny blonde hair which frames her strong, fair features and a long nose that is scattered with freckles across its bridge. A wide, generous mouth balances the strong line of her jaw and keen eyes and it is given to rare, warm smiles. There is a lingering sweetness to her gestures, gentle and without wasted gesticulation, that softens her direct looks and unflinching graces.
A slim chain dotted with charms in the form of the small shells, delicately sculpted in precious stones of cool hues and knotted with gold, such as those that mark her maiden houses' heraldry, is wrapped around her wrist and coils around it three times. This single piece of jewellery serves as the only contrast to the crisp blacks that make up her mourning gowns.
Memoirs
Soundtrack
* The Hardest of Hearts - Florence + the Machine
* The Sea and the Rhythm - Iron & Wine
* Love Love Love - Of Monster and Men
* Heartlines - Florence + the Machine
Gallery
Allies and Foes
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Lady Danae Tordane: That will say many things of me before this is done. |
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Septon Marsden Streem: My husband made the most curious of allies in a number of places, Septon Streem among them. I think he and I…can do well by one another in this, perhaps Gedeon caused the same changes in the both of us, each move affecting the other like steps on a cryvasse board. He will carry the last of my tears for me. |
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Ser Alek Coope: How oft before I thought on him as a large cat, something sleek and dangerous and best to be cautious of. His regard intense, his manner irreverent, and his blade a whisper of keen violence that could lay beneath his fingertips. All the things that once caused my heart to tremble, I find a comfort now. |
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Lord Ser Anton Valentin of Oldstones: Betrothed to my friend and my husband's second in his hour of need. He has my regard for the first, and my thankful heart for the second, however black its outcome. |
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Lady Isolde Tordane: Dear friend, that your husband had not died, had the Tower and its holdings not fallen to Riordan, that your goodcousin had not challenged your bastard-brother who was to be Lord…So many small events that have led to this. No matter how these tides turn, nor how you hate me, I will ever recall you a friend. Should I succeed, I will be sure you are seen to and should I not, I imagine you'll laugh at my funeral. Be safe sweet lady. |
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Lady Valda Tordane: She has cause to hate me most of all. |
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Lord Riordan Nayland: I loved you then and I love now, as I will likely still love you when they tear a blade across my throat at your command. You do not, perhaps cannot, understand the one you have already taken to my heart to drive me to this. You will never understand just what I could see in such a man, such a marriage, such a breaking of my pride and damnable propriety. That is alright. That is you. It is of your nature that made me love you so in the first place. All your highest highs and lows and the passion in your eyes. You will never teach me to ride. I will never teach you to dance. In our days and nights we will be enemies and I will show you no mercy. My shame is by my hand, but I do not feel ashamed for my marriage, my once beloved. That…he was my choice and I was his in return. |
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Lord Rygar Nayland: Husband Slayer. I can say the words aloud but cannot find it in me to hate him for Gedeon's fucking honor, nor any more so for his victory. I named him victor that day on the bridge. He is not a man to waste his words nor his thoughts, he knew the game he played well that day and he won it. I cannot help but admire him for it a little, even though he has become my enemy… |
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Lord Rutger Nayland: A tongue sits in his mouth that is far more silvered than his brother's, much as I might hint to the contrary. Were it not for the dark rumors that haunt his steps, the prettiest of birds would likely come to rest in his palm and sing for him, and I rather think he'd enjoy it. Beneath the poetry and grace and gods-help-him-from-it wit, there appears to be intellect — I think it would have been a more interesting prospect than his dancing. It will not be so now. |
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Lord Roland Nayland: TBD |
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Ser Rowenna Nayland: Squire. Runaway. Lady. Ser. Lord. Wife. Such a cadre of rumors haunt the slight figure that dragged Ser Jarod willingly to his dishonour. I should like to see what I can make of the person behind it all. |
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Ser Bruce Longbough: Captain of the Guard. I know not enough of him to judge his character. But, he is rather loud, isn't he? |
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Jaksyn Trehearn: I am astonished that the poor guardsman was not more out of breath after running with all that armor on. |
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Lord Jacsen Terrick: The hobbled lordling, married to a Banefort, he is heir to the Roost. He seems a gentleman in temperament, but I wonder if he has the continued strength to retain it…theirs have been darker days, even than those of others. The siege. The fall of their liege. The death of the Lady Evangeline. Troubling times. |
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Lady Lucienne Terrick: A seemly and proper lady for our short acquaintance with delightfully unexpected depths. I am delighted to call her friend. |
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Ser Jarod Rivers Solid as an oak. A pleasant man to learn from with his seeing to the history and the circumstance of an event. His roots seem deep set in his home and in his duty. There seems little falsity to his conversation. I quite enjoy his company. |
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Ser Hardwicke Blayne: A man of tired humor, but a gracious knight. |
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Lord Justin Terrick: I have not the measure of this Terrick, although our interactions have been brief. He seems sincerely dedicated to rebuilding the Roost, an action I can respect. |
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Lord Dmitry Terrick: I can see why his manner had the Lady Rosanna aflutter, sweet words dealt in measure with ever sweeter looks. All charm but perhaps a little more substance than he betrays. Curious fellow to so come. |
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Lord Artur Terrick: TBD. |
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Ser Garett Westerling: My brother. There is little I can say on him, but I hope he will be happy with his bride, his own scandal avoided and swallowed by my own. I have made my choices and cannot stray from them, now. |
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Lord Desmond Westerling: Cherise's twin. What little I recall of you is that of a child's memory, now you bear the weapons of a squire and the heart of a knight to make your judgements. |
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Lord Roric Westerling: The brother to the Lord of the Crag. He will duty as he feels he must, I will not fault him for that nor disrespect it. |
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Lady Cherise Charlton: My dear cousin. We are alike as water and oil for all that our warmth is genuine. Her concerns are simple and stubborn, but she is not without her wiles. She will need them with her child on the way. |
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Ser Aleister Charlton: My good cousin. He is as charming as his wife, each suited to one another like peas in a pod. I worry for his health, although he recovered an axe to the head has been known to suffer a man's wits. |
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Ser Quellyan Charlton: An unpleasant cad and a drunkard. I could call him worse, but I would worry that he should think them compliments. I shall do my best to avoid him… Gods. He's likely come down the with Charlton levies. |
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Ser Aron Haigh: A mercenary Lord, lovely of as his dark window of a sister. He is of unequal tongue when dipped in drink, I wonder if he forgets himself…or that is his nature. |
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Lady Ceinlys Erenford: A most lovely adder, I do not yet know if I'd chance her venom to stroke her back. |
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Lady Igara Frey: A delicate thing she is, like a leaf cast aside by a storm. Yet the Lady Isolde seeks her council, even as she falls silent surrounded by men, looks to her for support. |
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Lord Iwan Frey: There is humor there, not always appropriate nor charming but present. He is bold in his own way. |
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Lady Lorna Frey: What a contrast she is to her tender cousin; outspoken and brash a maid with a hand for hawk and hunt. Congenial, however indelicate. |
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Lord Anders Flint: He has come a long way from the North to join these banners. |
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Lady Cordelya Flint: She is a curious woman. One minute touched of the mind, the next as vocal as a wild woman, and then brazen as a…well. I need to give her that book back. |
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Lady Tiaryn Flint: It is hard to reconcile the brightness of her smile with the tragedy that has befallen her. I recall those days following, the search for dresses and the stories that accompanied her arrival in Stonebridge, blessedly found by the Flints. I do not see that darkness in the woman, brief as our engagement has been. There is sorrow, but she has not subsumed to bitterness. I do not think that I would have her strength were our roles reversed. |
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Lady Emylie Erenford: She is a lovely thing. These Riverlands girls are all dark hair and curls. |
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Lady Briallyn Haigh: A very loud little bird, one which is soon to be firmly perched within the familial tree. I understand my brother's tastes for women less than I comprehend his motives — but it is to be set in stone now. There is little choice. I have promised him civility in my disapproval, anything else will depend solely upon her actions in the future. |
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Lady Ilaria Haigh: A far more gentle creature than her cousin, she seems to have a good head on her shoulders and no stomach for wine. |
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Lady Rosanna Groves: How different she seems from other young ladies of her age and my acquaintance. Well bred, well mannered and well spoken, with that glint of impetuousness that comes with the age. No doubt she gossips of me now as we once gossiped together, I wonder how the words come out? |
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Lord Kittridge Groves: It seems that that cheeky impetuous is a family trait. It is clear to see that he cares deeply for his younger sister and is a engaging fellow is his own right. |
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Lord Kamron Mallister: Pride of a Mallister, Honor of a Knight, and the clutch of Eagles in his talons. They are not an ally to be disregarded, but he is foolish that I would lean on blind faith and the words writ by a husband alone in these times. I think him likely a good man, if one that thinks too long on personal honours. A good man is not a lawful one nor do words past make up our present. |
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Lord Martyn Mallister: He carries his shame with him well, so disgraced at a duel. Looking back, I wish someone would have had the nerve to do for my husband what his cousin did for him. |
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Tym Rivers: Bright lad. He chews rocks. |
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Ser Tam Cooper: Over-confident with an outrageous tongue in his mouth. The good Ser ought to watch its words, lest someone take offense and see it cut from him. |
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Ser Kell Drakemoore: A man of quality of thoughts, if not of bonds. I should hope to run into him once more to see if actions do well to match his words. |
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Ser Gedeon Tordane: My husband for too short a time. I'd damn his honor if it was not such a part of what made him a man that I was willing to gamble on. A man I could see a future and a partnership with, and even if we were not meant for love, he'll stay in a piece of my heart. Seven take his soul and his breath and see him better in death than they gave him in life. In the end, it was a losing one. |
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Lady Elinor Banefort: A seemly lady, taken too soon by savage hands. May the Seven find solace for her soul. |
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Lady Evangeline Terrick: Sweet Lucienne's mother and a reputation and standing. I pray that her soul and the soul of her child are held tenderly by the Mother. |
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Lord Ryker Nayland: A pity. His wife loved him so and he showed me such courtesy in my time in Stonebridge. |
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