━━━━━━ ❝ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞ says @ob3ryn / 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋
▍ ❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐍'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. She stares at the Dornish prince, though her face moves between calmness, numbness, and a flicker of wild terror. She feels as though Joffrey might appear at any moment, his cruel face twisting in smug glee as he commands her to be beaten before the court again ━━━━ she doesn't know what to say, it isn't even a question that he poses anyway. She swallows and twists her hands together, fearing that this might be some sort of test somehow (despite logic saying otherwise).
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, she is a Lannister, and either she will be a doll for them to toy with, or an enemy of those who now see her as one of them. ━━━━ "I ... am no longer in the company of the King, but I remain loyal to him. And to the crown," she sings her rehearsed songs, as taught to her; dutiful as always. At least it has kept her living. Her words are hollow, Sansa knows it as does Oberyn. "I look forward to his wedding, and to the long, prosperous reign of his grace and Queen Margaery," those last words, at least, are true. Margaery is good, and kind, and maybe that can still make a difference.
