Erryk Wylde

Erryk Wylde, affectionately known by his family as the Princeling, is a scion of House Wylde. He is the political power behind his elder brother's rule, and though the brothers don't flaunt it, it isn't that big of a secret.

He is the younger son and second child of Valerion Wylde and Jocelyn Baratheon, husband of Cassandra Vhassyl and father to Adrian Wylde.

He is fluent in both Common Tongue and Lysene.

Appearance and character
His affectionate nickname was not given in vain. Even in early childhood, Erryk reminded of a prince, beautiful and standing out in the crowd, and as he grew into adulthood, it has only increased. A willowy figure, with long limbs, the scion of the rainwood has a natural elegance befitting his standing.

Long, raven black hair, much like his father, falls around a Valyrian white face, an albeit strange combination, with high cheekbones and gentleness to his features his father lacks. His lips are full, and his eyes big, almost like a child's, pale green in colour. In many ways, Erryk reminds of his father Valerion.

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The beginning
It was said that upon a rainy night in 410 AC, the future lady of Rainhouse was having a very difficult delivery, a result of a very difficult pregnancy. At one point, midwives and the maester were worried that neither the mother or the baby would make it, but somehow, they both did. The baby was quickly esteemed to be healthy, and mere days after his birth, baptised in the light of the Seven as Erryk.

Three years later, another child would follow, the only girl in the family, Serra.

Erryk was the second son born to the heir of Rainhouse, and as such, quite far down the line of inheritance, but no less important to the family itself. The boy's grandfather, Lord Cedric, cared deeply for his grandchildren, and little Erryk was no exception. Soon after his birth, Rainhouse was flooded with artists and poets. Erryk grew around them, but despite the words and music around him, he was a quiet child, rarely talking and mostly listening. He was, however, always running, always creeping up in places where perhaps a small child should not be in, despite his parents trying hard to keep him at bay.

The politician
Erryk was 7 years old when his grandfather passed away and his father became lord. Having been fond of his grandfather, who used to come and either tuck him in, oftentimes alongside his own father, or read him bedside stories when his health did not allow him to properly do his duties as lord, it was a shock to the boy, who now clung even closer to his father, and his books. But, even if he was grieving alongside his parents, it did little to soothe his childish curiosity. The room he shouldn't have been in was the solar of his father Valerion. His legs carried him to his father's solar most in the year of his grandfather's death, just as Valerion was assuming the full responsabilities of being a lord. Many have tried to keep the pretty child out, but it was of no use. No matter his father's inexperience, Erryk listened as Valerion tried governing his inheritance, tying the political connections and making decisions, and thus, the first great love of Erryk's life was born.

He got heartbroken once he expressed desire to do as his father did, and was told it was not his place. His place was to support his brother, his father told him. His brother was to be lord, not Erryk, so his brother got to make the decisions politically. It crushed his spirits, if only for a while, until he found a new passion to keep himself occupied.

The doll
The second son of Lord Valerion Wylde had always been aware of his own appearance. With so much alike to his father, with same high cheekbones, the same Valyrian pale skin that greeted him every time he stood against the mirror, who was doing what he was specifically because of his looks, in the troublesome teenage phase of growing up where most have doubts about their bodies, Erryk didn't. Reserved, Erryk spent his formative years only partially in the yard, where it was quickly discovered that he was useless with weapons, partially in the library in his own studies of Lysene, politics (without the explicit knowledge of his father), and partially in front of the mirror. The greatness of his curiosity, broken by the outside world, had to turn inside, and Erryk made himself the sole subject of his exploration and learning.

Once everyone noticed, it was too late to do anything about it. The forced inwardness of his curiosity produced a self-centered, overtly confident individual, one aware of himself, and above all, his own appearance. The Princeling, nickname he had since birth, was suddenly shifted to The doll, as Erryk had referred to himself at that time period. One more thing he unearthed in his exploration was a budding attraction to both sexes, a secret he disclosed to only his family.

The brother
Erryk and his elder brother, Alessander, had always been close. Alessander treated him as a younger brother, no more no less, with care, love and devotion returned as respect and support from the younger boy. Once Serra was old enough to join them, she did, and they gladly accepted her into their circle, ever since 417 AC, when Lord Cedric died, the brothers started drifting away. The knowledge of Alessander taking away what Erryk viewed as his could not have been forgiven, and although they continued having fun, especially after Alessander started squiring for his uncle, Ser Rhaegar, the topic was an open wound that kept festering.

That is, until the day Valerion realised that his heir was useless at governing lands. That was in early 426 AC, when on one sunny day, Valerion asked his sixteen year old son to go for a ride with him. At first, Erryk was not at all surprised by it - after all, he had maintained his relationship with his father even if the one with his brother kept deteriorating. It was during the course of the conversation that Erryk's life would get a new purpose. The lord offered his son an opportunity - study to be the mastermind behind Alessander's rule, the brainy half of a lord, the quiet maelstrom hidden safely, but impactful. Ecstatic, the son accepted.

It was only then the wound started healing. During the years, the brothers learned how to work together, as a team, rekindling a bond lost by something they'd never be able to reverse. It's a bond that lasts to this day, one of equals, unhindered by talks around it.