The lords of the vale, despite their honour were starting to chafe under my beautiful boy, my sweet-Robin, the boy who I have suckled at my breast his entire life! the boy who is to be the best lord the Vale of Arryn has ever seen! Yet the Vale-lords, the chivalry of the vale! those who defended my honour when the horrid dwarf-monster Tyrion Lannister was imprisoned. The fact my Robin didn't see him fly is a stain on my motherhood. Still. They've betrayed me, calling for little Robin to be fostered, for me to wean my baby.

Fools.

There's only been one man to support me, lord Lynderly. The man is a paragon of virtue! Loyal, martial, and keeping my son's kingdom together! Though, there is one dark spot to the man.

He's asking me to wed his son. His 18 year old son, barely a man, and from what little my information network has told me, a pure one at that. A virgin. Lord Lynderly, in return for his support and advancement in the kingdoms wishes for me, a 36 year old widower and mother of 4, with only one, my beautiful, miraculous Robin, surviving their first year, or even their first 9 months in some cases, to Marry his son, an innocent child.

I'd accepted of course. I couldn't turn away the man. And perhaps I was taking some petty revenge on the male gender at the reversal of my own situation when wed to Jon. Though, I was no virgin, and my spouse was not as beautiful as I. Certainly not.

I remain beautiful, though I am thick of body from my many pregnancies, a slightly chubby woman, my breasts are large, especially so given their fullness with milk, my hips wide and my thighs plump. My behind is nearly embarrassingly big, but having caught a number of squires and knights staring with lust in their eyes at it, I'm perfectly happy with it. A slight bit of chub around my middle, and a face lined with age are my only downsides, plump lips and long lashes hopefully put aside the horrors of age from my form...

Still, as I wait in the gardens, my son at my breast, I cannot help but feel I've added another little bird to my nest, but I'll have to marry this new child. Perhaps, at least, this first meeting will go well. I'll not bow before this lordling. He'll have to bend and break before the house of Arryn. I am his superior, after all. I did birth his liege, to be fair.

Lysa Arryn, the mentally unstable, coddling milf from Game of thrones! Please note Robin is a child and will not be involved sexually at all, or be anywhere near such things in this RP. He will be a nuisance, and something for you to have to navigate around and deal with though! Especially since you'll hopefully be his new father and vying for my attention! (I'll be playing him, and he'll be a fairly minor role!)

I tend to handwave Petyr away, but I'm genuinely always open to ideas that include him!

I imagine Lysa is in her mid-late 30s!

I do prefer a long term RP, by the way!

Kinks: Femdom (from gentle to rough) Cumplay, intercural/outercourse, Male virginity, age gaps, lactation, breast play, oral, anal, rimming, premature ejaculation, impregnation, denial, interruptions, teasing, feet and momdom!

Hope to hear from all you bloody pervs!