"I swear, I'll keep safe on my journey to the Eyre, darlin'." She smiled at her boy Davos, as he hugged her in a tight embrace. He was so big, he towered over her, and thus flung her right off the ground. Her husband had indeed, given her permission to leave for the Eyre to act as Robert's regentesse and therefore, the de facto Lady of the Eyre, as Robert grew into that status - if he did, that was. She worried about him, in all earnesty - was he capable enough to travel that long way to the Eyre? I hope so. She'd think, wondering about the state of Robert. He had been getting better in terms of health, enough that nobody had to carry him around whilst he walked, but that was for a short amount of time - but she wondered if he was good enough to leave Storm's End. However, her boy in front of her, she put a hand gently over his cheek - he was only ten, and thus had some baby fat on it, as she smiled gently at him. He was dressed in a casual raven/golden colored chainmail top, with the raven and golden insigma attached to the top of it, along with a chainmail hood she could see on drifting on his neck. The chainmail he wore had been dyed a gold to keep in line with family tradition, and made his blue eyes shimmer all the more so. It also made his embrace rather uncomfortable, but he set her down with wide blue-colored eyes, as if he realized he had just hugged her wearing a lugging set of armor. "Sweetie pie, I swear this also just temporary thing - this arrangement between me and Lord Robert, your father is sendin' me to find the best possible candidate for Lord Robert's regency before I come back here and resume my duties as Lady of Storm's End."
"I believe you, mother, but please come back safe." He smiled at her- it dawned on her how much he resembled Robert, a younger version at that, and a less ridiculous version of Renly, for he had those sharp, but precise blue-colored eyes, that sharp jaw line, that charming smile he had that reminded her of Robert's. He was a mini version of Robert, and she knew why he was so handsome looking, even as a mere child. His brother came out to greet her, as she stood nearby her horse Maeve, ready to go. She had packed some mini-sandwiches for them to eat, amongst their food supply they had stuffed in the satchel. They had other food stuffed in there, but it wasn't important to note on. Steffon was gently escorting Robert to them, with Robert looking as limp as a doll in Steffon's strong grip, as the two boys came out of the building together - Robert with a cane, and Steffon with a big smile on his face. Both seemed happy to look upon for the most part, however, as Jeyne noted.
Robert let go of Steffon, to gently walk towards her towards herself, but not before giving Steffon a rather large hug and thanks for assisting him. It was a nice moment at least in her eyes - they had always gotten along the best of her children, even little Jocelyn, of whom tormented him playfully. Jocelyn was currently off in Stone Helm as this moment - off playing with her friend, Lady Cassandra Swann, of whom's company she enjoyed. Both little girls were rowdy things, with loads of spirit and a tendency for stubbornness and tenacity. Honesty, she always believed that her daughter was the exact opposite of herself - she was a improper thing, whilst even in the Vale, she had always been a mostly proper, dignified lady, besides for when the vicious wildlings attacked her and her friends whenever they tried having a picnic and such, than she got out of her bow and arrow and shot those bloody bastards to timbuktu.
"Let us go good mother, I want to see the Vale for myself, truthfully, for mummy and pappy never brought me there..." He sighed, brushing up against the horse with his cane. She had brought him a simple wooden stick with the House Arryn insigma attached to the top of it. The boy seemed wobbly, but the cane kept his weight sturdy against the floor, which was good. She patted his soft light-brown colored hair, noticing it had a bit of ginger wrapped around in there; she also thought that his hair was so nice to the touch. Her sons never had such fine, soft hair, not even as a mere babes, so it was nice to see.
"Oh I shall introduce you to all the Lords of the Vale when we get there. Best call them Lords though, as your to be their liege lord and showing respect for one's vessels is paramount for the success of it." She smiled softly. She'd want someone to teach him to be a Lord when they arrived there, whilst the regent ruled the Eyre in his stead. She wondered whom she'd choice - she had a choice, between the gatekeeper Brynden Tully, of whom was there because of Lysa Tully. She sighed -Lysa had ran to the Vale after Jon's death, and thus she'd be a problem. A problem she'd have to fix, in order to keep Robert out of her willy, untrustworthy, grasp of her's - she didn't trust Lysa with him, not after hearing reports of her losing her sanity after her uncle's death. No, she'd end up sending that woman back to the Riverlands - to her father Hoster, of whom she was sure who'd appreciate the company of his daughter.
"I will keep that in mind, my lady." He bowed, all serious like. Over the last couple of months since he'd been here, he had been taught a lot about ruling and fighting by Stannis's harsh regime. But he wasn't as harsh on him as he was on that bastard Edric Storm - she had no comment on him, he was a bastard forced on them by Robert's lack of honor with a Florent girl - her name was Selyse, wasn't it? He noted that he didn't note how ugly she was considering he was too deep into her to care about that - in any case, he was sired the very next day after their wedding by a travelling Robert to the Reach. She would've preferred no bastards, but alas, here they were, and Davos made due with him by making him seem like family, somewhat. Her son was a good boy, she appreciated that, but that large-eared boy was a symbol of Robert's infidelious nature, she also wasn't sure if he should be making friends with bastards, even though Edric was a good, hard-working kid and she liked him, it wouldn't look to good on their family - or was she worrying too much? Jeyne always was worried about protecting their family lineage from peril, as was her job as Lady of Storm's End and wife to Stannis Baratheon.
She smiled gently, as she put Robert on the top of the well-stocked saddle. She didn't want him to fall off the horse whilst she was riding, after all, but she also wanted him to say goodbye to his cousins when they left for the Eyre, for they'd likely never see one another again. So it was important to her, at least, that he get a proper goodbye before she took him under her wing.
"Goodbye Steffon, I hope to see your collections of bugs are grow more and more grotesque each time. As for you, Davos, I hope for the best for you and your bird, Joy - I hope it flies as high as honor." He gave Davos a wink. She couldn't help but laugh at upon hearing it - yes, Davos's bird did indeed go as High as Honor whenever he wanted it too, to her husband's joy. He watched that bird with Davos for hours on end, as it soared high in the sky, to come back to Davos's arm. He was a natural hawker - which he had inherited from her - she had also helped Stannis with his own birding problem too, when they were young. They use to make love under the stars too, watching for his second pride wing to return to him, as nannies took care of their three children whilst they had a break from their usual activities as Lord and Lady of the Storm's End. Indeed, she made him such a formidable Hawker, that she doubted that Robert would ever humiliate him in that regard again - or she'd defeat him in that regard, that bloody bastard, she knew what he did to Stannis when they were younger with Pride Wing, as Stannis called it, for it represented his pride which Robert threw away without any regard to what he did.
Steffon laughed, Davos mildly chuckled before saying. "Always be funny as you are, Robert Arryn. But regardless, I think It's disheartening to be telling you farewell as you go to the Vale. It was rather nice having you here - Jocelyn sure liked having you." Davos responded, with a bright smile on his face. She believed that he was Jocelyn's first crush, despite his weakness, she had somehow won her over with his good heart and bravery, despite his small and weak stature, she appreciated him in ways that nobody else did, and she assumed this crush was both ways, as they both mutually appreciated one another. It was such a heartwarming relationship in Jeyne's eyes that it made her sad that they'd go on about their lives without meeting one another once again - which was disheartening, she wished that Jocelyn was here, to say goodbye to him by giving him a hug or anything really, but alas, she was away... She sighed, feeling saddened by how she'd respond to it. She wondered if Stannis would be able to handle it all good and proper, when Jocelyn came back inquiring as to where she and Robert were.
"Oh I'm sure of it. Can you tell Jocie goodbye for me, whenever she returns from.. wherever she's from." He sighed, as she got on the back of the horse. She held him tightly, to prevent him from falling off, and to her, he smelled of most dirt and hard leather. The boy fell into her arms naturally, as she prepared to ride off. However, she'd stare at her two children before her - Steffon and Davos, her two baby boys, she'd obviously say goodbye to them before she went.
"We will, as for you mum, have good luck on your journey there." Steffon replied, his eyes bright and wide. His brother put an arm on his shoulders, and smirked along with him.
"Oh, my boys, I love you and be good boys whilst I'm away." She smiled at them, before charging off with Lord Robert in tow. It would take many weeks for them to get to the Eyre, but she'd make sure it was worth it all the while though.
The company of two arrived at the Vale after a long exodus across the country, where they first encountered the current Knight of the Bloody Gate - Brynden Tully, she had been told prior that he had been the Ser of the Bloody Gate, and he allowed her in, albeit with a warning about Lysa Tully's mental state.
"Lady Arryn, she's gotten ever so horrible ever since you took away the young Lord Robert away from her. Be careful up there, or else she might just chuck you right out of the Moon Door" Brynden Tully was a strong, well-armed man with sharp blue eyes and soft silver-hair - from old age, but she didn't think he looked too old - at least not physically, he was wearing a full suit of silver armor and a sliver helm, of which shined brightly due to the hues of the sun up in the sky. His armor also had tiny red/blue fishes attached to the helms of it. His warning would be heeded - no, she had plans for Lysa Tully, to send her back to Riverrun to spend the rest of her life there under her father's roof. Jeyne sighed upon hearing that warning, about Lysa attempting to throw her out the moon door and such. It wouldn't end well for her - that was for sure, she'd see to it, immediately, to make sure that Lysa was neutered and no longer a threat to herself or Lord Robert's livelihood.
"Rest assure, Lord Brynden, that I shall prevent my mother from.. hurting Jenny..." The little boy huffed, as they road along - away from him, although she knew that Brynden was smiling. He hadn't remove his shinny plated helm, but that was good enough. At least he was allowing them to enter the Eyre.
"Thank you darlin'." She hugged against him, as he sat on her lapel. She knew this mountains well enough, but they'd need help to get to where Lysa was on the rather expansive - so that bastard girl of Robert Baratheon's would help them get there, no doubt, considering Jeyne supposed that she had lost some of her knowledge on the mountain given that she was only a mere teenager when she left, and hadn't been back here since. It wouldn't surprise her if she lost her way without any help on the trail, given that little fact.
So she'd go get them a guide - in the form of Robert Baratheon's bastard daughter, Mya Storm. She was the new guide after Jeyne left for Storm's End - she use to guide people throughout these mountains as a child, seeing as she was a natural at finding her way around things. But now a days, at the age of two-and eight, she wasn't sure if she was competent enough to lead the party through these hills now that it's been ten years since she's last been here and leading; it was better to be safer than sorry on these kind of hills.
And so they went up the Mountain, riding alongside the raven-haired bastard girl known as Mya Stone. She wore a leather dress - an rather boyish outfit, and her rather short mousy-like hair was cut rather in a disproportionate manner. She also had a donkey on her, which carried food and stuff. She was good company, Jeyne supposed, not a very talkative youngster, but she knew what she was doing, as she navigated them throughout the treacherous hills of the Eyre - and to avoid the dangerous wildings that ran amuck here.
"I suggest you be careful with your horse, less it keels over and falls over the cliff." Falling over the cliff - which appeared massive in depth if one decided to look over it, would no doubt kill them all upon impact if they ever fell from this height, Jeyne would think as she looked over the cliff-side with something of nervousness. She'd get off of her horse, to than gentle lead it with Robert seated on top of it, his eyes were wide but full of energy as he looked over the cliff and at her, with a smile on his face. At least he wasn't nervous, that was saying something.. at the very least.
"Thank you Mya." She knew that the dangers of them falling off the cliff was prevalent, as they walked on pebbles and occasionally the horse would be spooked enough that it tried jumping Robert off of it, so she decided to take the reigns and walk. She could feel the subtle earth under her feet, the snapping and the crunching of the pebbles, how easy it would be to fall of from such an sharp, yet bitter edge point. Yes, walking on the carefully constructed path in front of them was better than falling off onto the earth below, the ever-so expansive crevasse of the pebbly ground underfoot..
The girl gently smiled as they went up and up the dangerous slops of the mountain.
Lysa Tully (Arryn)
Lysa watched the sunset from one of the gentle windows of the Eyre, wondering when that she-bitch Jeyne Arryn would show her true face, even though her husband said all of these great and grand things about her. He called her Jenny for short, as an affection nickname - and he talked about her when he was ailing due to the poison she had given to him, because her love, Petyr Baelish, told her to do so. He told her that Jon was looking in on things that could hurt her - and she couldn't allow that to come to pass, so she killed him in such a way that nobody would even suspect it was her, not even his precious Jenny. The one thing he loved the most, with her charm and charisma, her beauty, everything about her, he loved her the most - so much so, that his last word were "Jenny" before he slip into oblivion next to the King. She had also visited, with some baked goods and such - and one of her sons, Steffon, to keep her boy comfort whilst his father slips away into death, and therefor, out of her life forevermore. She was free to do whatever she willed, regardless of what others said about it - for it was a woman's world now.
"Jeyne Arryn, the thief, the thief that stole my son away, I shall... Petyr, should I push her out the Moon Door?" She asked the handsome man watching her, with those bright blue eyes of his. He was so handsome to look upon - even though nobody else saw it, not even the sister of whom he mooned after, especially not Catelyn, no, only she appreciated him. He was dressed in a tweedy looking outfit - like some commoner, but she'd dress him as fine as her musician someday, if only he'd allow it, he refused her hospitality, to remain looking like some lowborn scum, with that leather outfit of his. He sighed, passing around, his arms behind his back.
"No, keep her alive." He said, as he played with his pickit javillan with his hand behind his back, as though he were concentrating on something - but than again, he was always concentrating on something. She didn't know what he was thinking about, but she loved whatever he was doing - it made him seem so hot to her, and oh she hadn't felt that way in ages about him.
"Why, Petyr, she'll - only tear us apart, she's a conniving she-bitch Petyr, she'll send me back to the Riverlands to my father, and you know what my father did to me, did toour baby." Her eyes filled with tears, as she remembered taking that drink her father wanted for her - it had murdered her baby, her baby with Petyr, the man she loved and wanted to marry, but that her father in rigid disgust, had refused with utterance.
"For starters, she's the Lady of Storm's End and a full-fledged member of House Arryn, and with her death, you'll find yourself very much alone as the Eyre erupt into chaos. They'll know you murdered her, Lysa, be rational, don't kill Lady Arryn." His words gave her comfort, as she sobbed on his chest, besides herself. She didn't care if he wasn't holding her, as he should - no, she only wanted him and him alone to comfort her grievances.
"Storm's End doesn't frighten me. The entire strength of the Stormlands would do nought against the might of the Moon Door, that has held back and even thrown enemies into chaos. It would not nought." As for the Eyre - well, she could always make up an excuse for Jeyne's rather untimely death, now couldn't she?
"Lysa don't be irrational and kill Jeyne Arryn, she's more valuable to us alive than dead."
"Why not, Petyr, tell why I shouldn't have her be pushed out the moon door? What's so valuable to her? She has my son - my son Petyr, and she's coming this way too..." She wondered why he was defending her - that woman, whom was the jewel of Jon's life. To herself personally, she felt that Jon had more romantic attraction to Jeyne than he did herself, with the names he called her. He had told her that he had named her after his first wife - Jeyne Royce, when she came into the world via her mother, Bethany Royce, because she bore a striking resemblance to Jeyne, his deceased wife. Both supposedly had blonde hair and blue eyes, and he wanted to have been reminded of her, as he died, at the very least, considering he had crocked out his affection nickname for her upon his rather sudden death.
He sighed, "Your son will never forgive you for killing his aunt of sorts - maybe, he'll even suspect it was you, Lysa, of orchestrated the death of Jeyne." His words were wise, but she wasn't so certain yet, anyhow. How would a five year old know anything of the sorts? He wouldn't know, for she wouldn't allow it - no, in time, he'd forgot all about Jeyne and be her son, as is proper.
She sighed, before hugging him. "Thank you for your words of wisdom, I'll accept it." I'll think about it. She'd think. What would she do with Jeyne Arryn? That woman could cause all sorts of trouble, and thus would have to dealt with swiftly - would she chain Jeyne Arryn in the prisons? Throw her out the moon door? So little time and so much she could do to Jeyne before the time was up. Or she could just befriend the woman, but what use was that? She likely had some control over her precious boy, which was a big no no - Jeyne Arryn was in her Kingdom, not the other way around this time, and she'd make sure of it. She was not to see Robert until she was sure he was fine and all-well, with no Jeyne influence anywhere near him.