The Lion's Pride

[amereilannister]

pawncd‌:

a breath that she hadn’t particularly realized she’d been holding escapes from her nose as her chest decompresses.   somehow, she had made the correct choice.   lips pull upwards in a taunt smile,   “ i hardly think you will not be noticed in an all white gown with those earrings as accompanment, ”   she offers to the other as a means of solace.   “  i — that is very kind of you, my lady; i’m not certain that sapphire suits me as well as it suits you. ”

Compliments are the quickest way to Amerei’s affections, and she chooses to take the other girl’s words as such. She gives a wider smile, fingers running thoughtfully over the glittering gems in her hand. “I am noticed most of the places I go.” There was little shame in her words, no display of false modesty that many others may wear. “But one must make a little extra effort here, no?” Her gaze turns to the other, head cocked as she examines her visage and colouring. Satisfied, she nods. “Nonsense. They are the kind of gem that suits anybody, and your colouring is not so different to mine.” 

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armoredspirit‌:

        ‘   of  course  you  do ,  amerei .   ’      eliar  said  as  if  it  was  nothing .  his  words  are  all  jests  and  teases  and ,  frankly ,  eliar  was  unsure  what      anyone’s     color  was ,  let  alone  hers .  if  she  thought  she  looked  good  in  purple ,  it  must  be  true ,  though  he  thought  she  was  a  charming  young  lady  in  whatever  color ,  and  thankful  she  had  the  same  sense  of  humor  as  him .  yet ,  perhaps  he  had  gone  too  far  this  time .   he  frowns  slightly ,   ‘   i  thought  you  knew  it  was  a  crack .  you’re  usually  quite  good  at  them .   ’

          he  laughs  again  at  the  look  on  her  face  when  she  sees  erik  from  across  the  room .   ‘   well ,  the  horses  usually  do not  have  to  take  him  this  far ,  not  often  he  leaves  the  north .  seeing  him  this  south  is  a  rare  sight ,  but  it  does  mean  that  the  horses  are  usually  free  of  him .   ’   he  shrugs  slightly .  then ,  with  a  mischievous  smile  on  his  face ,  he  shares  an  additional  piece  of  information ,  just  to  mess  with  her ,   ‘   i  have  two  sisters  as  well .  ’   neither  were  as  tall  as  himself  or  erik ,  but  he  won’t  specify  and  let  her  imagination  run  with  the  idea .

Since her father had died, Amerei hadn’t felt like anybody truly understood her. She knows what she was, and is unbending in her self-confidence, unwilling to change for anybody. Many looked at her as though she were laughably less-than. It does not usually get to her. She need not prove anything to anybody, and those that judge her are automatically placed below her, unworthy of her time or attention. Eliar, to his credit, has never looked at her like that. In a way, he has always been puzzling in the way he treats her, and though Amerei has not returned that kindness, she cannot help but think that of everyone, he has gotten her more wrong than anybody. “Perhaps I am losing my touch.” She shakes her head. “I have wasted many good cracks on you, Eliar. At least it seems you appreciate them.” 

“He may as well have walked South. Your feet must drag along the floor when you ride.” Her arms cross along her chest, one brow cocking and lips twisting into a smirk at the revelation. “I  know that your sister is Lady Stark. The other may be a giantess, but at least that one cannot be mistaken for a wierwood tree.” 

[furyfilled]

rhaea,   dressed   in   all   the   finest   shades   of   castamere   crimson,   was   surely   a   sight   to   be   seen.   they   delicately   swirled   a   goblet   of   wine   in   their   right,   the   fingertips   of   their   left   gently   tracing   its   rim   as   dark   hues   shift   to   take   in   the   sights   from   the   edge   of   the   crowd.   the   luxuries   of   king’s   landing   were   twice   as   extravagant   as   the   everyday   glamour   of   it   all   –––   their   guests,   even   more   so.   but,   in   their   mind,   it   all   paled   in   comparison   to   the   beauty   of   the   westerlands;   to   which   she   was   eagerly   anticipating   her   return.   but   with   whispers   of   independence   talks   swirling   about,   it   had   occurred   to   the   ruling   lady   on   more   than   one   occasion   that   the   centennial   celebration   was   to   be   much   more   than   a   mere   gesture   of   good   faith.   ‘   have   you   a   good   time,   thus   far?   ’   rhaea   questions,   turning   to   face   their   company.

with   :   open location   :   kings   landing,   crownlands   (   e.x.,   a   great   hall,   a   balcony   overlooking   crowds   of   people,   lit   anywhere   u   want   )

[amereilannister]

Amerei was always the confident sort of person, happily flitting around others no matter where they were from, but she could not deny that she was most comfortable around those from her home. n her eyes, The Westerlands was like no other, and worthy of far more accolades than it got. She had almost been disappointed with King’s Landing. It had nothing on even Lannisport, in beauty or in stench. “As good as one might have, I suppose,” she mused, lifting her own goblet to her lips and drinking deeply. “If I ha to chance a guess, I would say that you are not, though. Are you troubled, or am I not as clever as I think I am?” 

[amereilannister]

furyfilled‌:

mace   cannot   fight   against   the   laughter   which   escapes   him   at   the   suggestion,   soft   and   breathy   as   it   lingers   on   lips.   ‘   just   as   lannisters   are   required   to   live   and   die   in   red.   ’   he   fails   to   mention   that   such   rules   were   hardly   enforced   outside   of   gatherings   such   as   this,   though   he   doesn’t   think   it   matters   much.   when   she   calls   on   his   opinion   once   more,   head   is   tipped   thoughtfully   to   the   side.   he   casts   her   a   knowing   smile,   dark   brown   eyes   looking   her   over.   ‘   i   think   that   they   look   good   on   you.   though,   the   opinion   which   matters   here   is   your   own,   ’   he   reminds   her.

“I am lucky I am a Lannister,” Amerei declared, touching a hand to her heart. “I would be done for if I had been born in Highgarden. Green makes me look decidedly sickly.” A shame, really, for such shades reminded her happily of the hills and plains of her home - one that seemed a million miles away from King’s Landing. “You have no idea how rarely I hear that,” she mused. “But I thank you for it. As I thank you for the compliments, which are always welcomed. Have you chosen your outfit, or may I return the favour?” 

[amereilannister]

armoredspirit‌:

       if  eliar  was  honest ,       he  might  admit  that  while  he  could  respond  to  each  remark  with  an  arguably  clever  one  of  his  own ,  following  the  thread  of  their  conversation  was  a  bit  more  difficult .   ‘   no ,  flattering  me ,   ’   he  answered ,  though  there’s  a  touch  of  uncertainty  in  the  words .    ‘   although ,  yes ,  we  are  a  bit  more  practical .  i  think  your  dress ,  besides  its  unfortunate  color ,  would  be  off  little  use  to  in  the  north .   ’   he  ignores  the  comment  about  bathing ,  shaking  his  head  slightly .   ‘   is  it  your  mother  who  told  you  that   ?    for  maybe  she  should  listen  to  her  own  advice .   ’

        ‘   i  shall  extend  your  sympathies  to  them ,  though  i  like  to  think  they  are  proud  creatures ,  and  certainly  have  to  deal  with  less  than  my  brother’s .   ’    eyes  scan  the  crowd  to  see  if  he  can  spot  the  ruling  lord  umber ,  and  grins  wildly  when  he  does .  it’s  certainly  not  a  difficult  task ,  erik  umber  standing  four  inches  over  seven  feet .   ‘   see  him  there .   ’   he  gestures  in  the  direction  he  sees  his  brother ,   ‘   it’s  really  his  horses  you  should  be  worried  about ,  not  mine .   ’

The topic of their conversation had jumped a little too fast for Amerei to keep track of, leading to a confusion between the two. Her brow creased, and a flush crept up her cheeks. She was so rarely embarrassed - mostly because it was the other party usually trying to do the embarrassing. On the occasion where she had misunderstood something. “Oh, forget I said anything and tell me I look pretty in my dress,” she snapped, desperate to move on from her unfortunate slip-up. 

Her eyes fell to where he gestured, and one brow raised. Taller than Eliar, something she had yet to see, Amerei shook her golden head with a look of faux-disgust. “The pair of you should be banned. To subject a horse to such fantastical feat is simply cruel.” 

[amereilannister]

pawncd‌:

“ the sapphire, i think. ”   there had been a lull for a moment as she had decided between the options held befor her.   “ those earrings will certainly add a accent to the gown that you’re wearing and will be noticable from across the room, ”   the advice was sound — something that her sister would tell her.   “ they’re nothing short of beautiful either; if you decide you would rather not wear them again after tonight, you don’t have too.”

She studied the other for a moment, before a smile broke out across her lips. “Finally, I have found somebody with good taste!” She declared. She replaced the rubies in their original position, keeping the sapphires in her hand. “I do so like to be noticed. If I am not, I shall hold you responsible,” she cackled, and it was clear there was no sever intent in her words. “I so rarely wear the same thing twice. If you like them, they are yours after tonight. It would be a shame to have them go to waste.” 

[amereilannister]

wargofthenorth‌:

“I don’t know, too many women caught up by their looks, I’d rather find someone more down to earth,” he said with a scrunched face, honestly deciding to have some fun with her, it felt right in his heart. “But, who knows, there may be someone here, I doubt it, but there may be a possibility. But let’s turn the discussion to you, why have you remained unmarried?”

“There is nothing wrong with that,” Amerei said, a sternness to her voice. Often, people had attempted to use her beauty against her - usually when they had been scorned. They did not realise that such words did not hurt Amerei. She not only knew what she was, but she was proud of it. She would not be shamed for using her greatest asset to her advantage, and she wield her beauty as men wielded swords, and all weapons needed to be sharpened. “I am unmarried because I choose to be so.” Her chin rises a little, pride and defiance in one. “I will not accept less than what I am.” 

[amereilannister]

ladystokeworth‌:

She wasn’t dismayed by the others words, though she probably would have been when she was younger, but she simply smiled as she walked forward. “I hate to inform you, ma’am, but I am the ruling lady of house stokeworth, so I am, indeed, a lady. And do you have any claim of your own?”

Amerei let out a laugh, head shaking, golden waves moving gently about her face. “Being a lady is nothing to do with your title. If you do not understand that, then I cannot help you.” She pointedly ignored the question about her own title. If it were not obvious enough that she was a Lannister, she had no interest in entertaining fools.

[lucanlannister]

@amereilannister​ || ᎪᎷᎬᎡᎬᏆ & ᏞᏌᏟᎪN

‘  𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐚𝐧𝐲  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤,  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥  𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞.  ’  he  adds  casually,  shifting  the  position  of  his  lean  as  he  began  to  ache.  he  looked  comfortable  in  her  presence,  despite  the  reality  of  his  desire  to  be  anywhere  but  lecturing  her.  his  sister  had  been  a  charming  ally  once  in  truth,  a  true  comrade  when  it  came  to  the  utter  manipulation  of  their  parents,  but  upon  their  father’s  death;  lucan  realised  he’d  inherited  the  weight  of  her  spoiled  mistakes.  unmarried  and  offered  offence  to  countless  lords  with  harsh  rebuffs,  her  marriage  prospects  were  dulling  and  house  lannister’s  alliance  prospects  dwindled  in  turn.  he  would  not  indulge  her  like  father  had,  no  lannister  was  exempt  from  their  duties,  not  even  amerei.  this  would  be  the  best  opportunity  to  meet  with  potential  suitors  for  possibly  years  to  come,  it  would  not  be  squandered.

‘  i’ve  heard  whispers  today  that  the  king  means  to  offer  us  quite  the  proposal.  if  that  proposal  is  accepted,  we  will  be  openly  declared  for  the  throne.  ’  as  always,  lucan’s  us  sounded  much  like  me.  ‘  cant  send  you  to  the  starks  if  that’s  the  case,  can  we  ?  ’  as  much  as  she  vexed  him  at  times,  he  wouldn’t  barter  his  sister  off  to  some  frozen  tundra  only  to  be  kept  as  a  hostage  when  the  north  inevitably  stumbled  over  it’s  own  feet  in  whatever  half  baked  revolution  they  attempted.

‘  in  any  case,  spare  some  time  for  the  tyrell’s  this  evening.  you  may  even  find  them  interesting  if  you  listen  hard  enough,  ’  he  teased,  sounding  shades  closer  to  her  brother,  rather  than  lord  lannister.

[amereilannister]

Amerei’s gaze shot up from the needlework on her lap, something she had been engrossed whilst studiously ignoring her brother. Her heart ached for a time when they had once been close. It seemed so long ago now, But she had loved him dearly once, and held utter faith in his capabilities. Her affection and hopes had slowly been dwindling as their relationship dwindled, as he became less of a brother and more of a Lord. As he had brought home a woman who spoke to Amerei like a fool. As he offered her lacklustre betrothals, time and time again. 

“I am beginning to think that you just want to get rid of me at this point, Lucan.” She cut to the heart of the matter, placing her needlework to one side. “Halt them forever. I will not be some lady Stark, and I cannot be the lady Stark. They already have one of those. “ Her gaze met his with a steely determination. On this, she would not budge. “The North is no place for a lion, at any rate.” 

She pretended to be interested in what he was saying, though they were all hollow words to her. “I see.” She pursed her lips. “I trust that the Lannisters will be getting something sweet in return for their declaration.” Prestige. Power. Why would she give up her name, and all that went with it, to wed a lesser lord who could not appreciate her for the gift that she was?

Now the Tyrells, that was an interesting prospect. As far as she knew, the elder, the heir, was still unwed. That was something Amerei could agree to. “I would wed a Tyrell,” she said, though she looked away as she did so. She had little faith that their desires would ever be aligned, or that he would do right by her in her marriage. “Or I would marry one Tyrell. The eldest son.” Her gaze snapped back to his, searching his face for a reaction. “I will not be the bride of a second son, or a lord with nothing but a pile of crumbling pebbles to call a keep. Make me the wife of somebody who matters, or do not bother making me the wife of anybody at all.”

[amereilannister]

loyalbleds‌:

            her  words  cause  him  to  chuckle,  a  grin  lingering  on  his  features  while  his  head  drops  to  look  away  from  her.  when  he  picks  his  chin  up,  torrhen  stares  back  at  her,  seemingly  amused  at  her  …  attempt.  the  woman  is  beautiful,  he’s  not  blind  for  gods  sake  –  yet,  he  finds  her  and  the  attitude  she  holds  repulsive.  by  those  standards,  she  is  hardly  his  type.    ❛    some  do,  some  don’t  …  northerners  do  have  thicker  skin,  my  lady,  a  perk  of  living  in  the  cold.    ❜    the  mention  of  home  nearly  has  him  giddy,  happily  listing  off  in  his  mind  all  of  the  bannermen  who  share  his  ideals  of  no  manners.  a  rough  people,  proud  and  blunt  …  not  necessarily  what  house  stark  themselves  are  known  for,  but  he  loves  the  north.    ❛    i  hesitate  to  agree,  as  i  wouldn’t  want  to  grow  that  ego  of  yours.    ❜

She fixes him to one side, head tilting as she studied him for a moment. Yes, she had known men like that before. Men who took offense to the fact she was apologetically who she was. Men who were outraged that she was a woman who knew her worth, who set her own standards and stuck heavily to them. She knew  not to let such men get to her, Even though it was not in her nature to accept it. “You are very judgemental, as well as rude,” she was blunt in her words, blue eyes boring into his. “And it seems as though you have decided to look down on me. Curious, really.” She tapped her lip with her finger as though in thought, though it was all for show. “I know my worth, my lord. Your opinion would not change what I think of myself. Though I am curious as to why you think that knowing my worth is a bad thing?”

[amereilannister]

crowncdbeauty‌:

           TO PLEASE PEOPLE WAS A THING that helenys’ was taught since childhood, but nothing could guarantee her entertainment  by doing so. however, helenys’ enjoyed talking about feminine things — sometimes was boring, especially when she was in the company of the same ladies in highgarden — but the yellow rose smiled at the toher blonde woman. the tyrell was a fan of emeralds; they were green and reflected her house colours, but she couldn’t advice something in these lines without knowing the toher lady’s name. ❝ maybe you should wear something that remembers the colours of your family, my lady. but the decision is all yours. ❞

Her family colours. Of course, that was what it always came down to. She was nothing if not a Lannister, a proud and fierce lioness to her core. And yet, it seemed almost too simple. It was almost expected now that Amerei would bedeck herself with shades of scarlet and gold, and she liked nothing more than to cause a spectacle. “That would be the rubies, then. But still, I wonder if it’s all gotten a little boring. Half of my wardrobe is red.” She looked at the other, then held the rubies out, placing them by the other blonde’s face and casting an evaluating eye over them. “No. You will wear the rubies. They make your cheeks look so very rosy. Absolutely divine.” 

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“And that,” she withdrew her sword, handing it to the person besides her who carried it off, “is why you don’t underestimate not only me but women in general,” she said, dusting off her gown as she noticed a pair of eyes on her and smiled softly. “Enjoy the show,” she chuckled, nearing them, “I usually charge people to see that so I hope you enjoyed it”

[amereilannister]

Amerei studied the other woman for a moment, face inscrutable. She seemed to be proud of herself, at the very least, though nothing in what she had just done was to Amerei’s tastes in the slightest. “You are no lady,” she said, nose scrunching a little. 

[amereilannister]

furyfilled‌:

sapphires.   red   rubies.   white   gowns.   it   was   all   a   bit   much   for   mace,   the   wrong   person   to   have   been   roped   into   such   a   conversation.   any   of   it   would   have   looked   good   on   her,   though   he   understood   well   enough   that   such   well  -  intentioned   words   were   never   really   what   they   wanted   to   hear.   fingers   come   to   pinch   the   bridge   of   his   nose   whilst   deep   in   thought,   exhaling   a   deep   breath   a   moment   later   as   he   shrugged.   dark   eyes   met   her   own.   ‘   red   is   the   colour   of   your   house,   is   it   not?   the   rubies   should   be   the   obvious   choice.   ’

Perhaps a woman would have been able to offer her better advice, but Amerei was a glutton for attention, and did not much care for the source. still, she supposed their was value in the opinion of men - especially if she hoped to wed one someday. “It is always red, for us Lannisters,” she mused, though she complied, putting the ruby studs into her lobes and standing back for him to admire. “I do wonder if it all gets a little dull, though. Are Tyrells forced to wear green from birth to tomb?” She held her golden hair up, showing the gems that now decorated her ears. “What do you think?” 

[amereilannister]

wargofthenorth‌:

He knew he probably was cutting to the heart, if she had one, but he still held a slight amount of animosity towards her and he felt like he needed to let it show. Sure she had every right to reject him but there was something that felt like he wasn’t the first and wasn’t the last. “I haven’t found anyone worthy of my frozen wastes, my lady,” he said, “almost once but realized it was mistake”

The fact he remained unmarried helped Amerei reconcile herself with her choice, a little. Pretty as he may be, there must be something wrong with him to be unwed still. Otherwise, the maidens would have been fighting for his hand. “Well then, I hope the new year will usher you in more luck in your romantic endeavours. King’s Landing is a wonderful place to search for a bride, is it not?” 

[amereilannister]

armoredspirit‌:

          ‘   i  thought  you  were  doing  that  for  me ,  amerei .       did  i  misunderstand  the  intent  of  your  comment   ?    i  presumed  you  wished  me  all  for  yourself ,  hence  thinking  i  should  draw  less  attention  to  myself .   ’    he  grins ,  looking  down  at  the  lannister  lady .  it  was  funny ,  he  was  not  the  most  intelligent  young  man ,  all  brawn  and  little  brains ,  but  he  had learned  how  to  speak  well .  practice  mostly ,  rather  than  natural  ability .   ‘   now  i  hate  to  break  it  to  you ,  but  i  fear  someone  has  lied  to  you  about  the  color  purple .   ’

          ‘   someday ,  i’m  sure .  for  now  destriers  and  chargers  work  just  fine ,   ’    her  comments  find  little  foothold  in  him ,  as  he  rebuffs  each  one  with  the  assumption  of  her  good  intentions .   ‘   and ,  though  don’t  be  ashamed  you  don’t  know  this ,  elephants  aren’t  frequently  used  for  jousting .   ’

“What, dressing nicely?” Amerei scoffed, a roll of her blue eyes making her feelings on the matter utterly clear. “You’re a Northman. You’d be impressed by any woman who’d bathed in the last month.” Her derisiveness when it came to his homeland was little to do with the people, in truth, and more to do with the machinations of her brother to wed her to one. She knew she would fare poorly there - as did all who had ever met her. “Did your mother never teach you not to tell untruths? Purple is my very best colour, after red and blue.” 

“I pity the horse that has to try and lug you around.” She’d never met another Umber, but she wondered if they were all quite as large as he was, or if he was the outlier, and the rest were  a more reasonable size. “I suppose it would give you an unfair advantage. The poor little chargers would be terrified.” 

[amereilannister]

loyaltied‌:

     it’s  hard  to  greet  her  sister  with  anything  more  than  a  little  laughter,  with  how  quickly  she  arrives.  in  a  whirlwind  and  with  ample  excitement.  not  to  mention  it  was  damn  near  impossible  to  miss  her  presence.     ❝  and  here  i’d  hoped  you  would  have  brought  me  a  relic  from  home,  ❞     anysa  sighed  wistfully,  though  her  smile  is  exceptionally  wide  as  she  offers  a  shake  of  her  head.     ❝  sister,  you  spoil  them.  these  are  absolutely  exquisite,  ❞     and  her  praise  is  genuine,  fingers  trailing  across  the  beautiful  fabric  that  adorned  the  dolls,  and  the  smooth  wood  of  the  horse.     ❝  how  admirable  of  you,  amerei,  though  i’m  sure  they’re  getting  far  better  use  on  these  dolls  than  the  back  of  your  wardrobe,  no  ?  if  camren  starts  asking  for  his  own  steed  after  this,  ❞     a  motion  to  the  toy  horse  as  she  settled  in  the  seat  across  from  her  sister,     ❝  i  know  i  will  only  have  you  to  blame.  ❞     there’s  a  soft  sigh  as  fingers  rest  atop  her  abdomen.     ❝  it  treats  me  as  well  as  to  be  expected.  rather  tiring,  of  course,  though  i  could  hardly  pass  up  the  opportunity  to  see  you  again.  ❞

Though married, Anysa was still a lion. In truth, Casterly Rock had not been the same since she had left, and it wasn’t for the better. Amerei missed her sister, missed their father, and was loathe to admit how lonely she had really been of late. Even though years had passed since Lucan had ascended to ruling lord, she would have given almost anything to go back to how they were before. “I am the relic,” she pointed out, shooting her sister a look of faux-outrage. “Besides, home hardly feels like home anymore. Something like this, like the old times, is the best gift I can give you.” She glowed with pride at the compliment. She did not waste her time on many pursuits, but she had taken more pleasure in crafting little outfits for the dolls than she cared to admit. “It is the most I can do from afar, Nysa. Whilst we are here, I intend to make up for lost time.” There was a truth to her words.Though Amerei did not attempt to hide her confidence, her love, and her priority for herself, those that knew her best could not deny that the blonde possessed some ounce of sensitivity, a secret thoughtfulness when it came to those she loved. “Perhaps so, but it did take me ages to decide which dress I did not need anymore.” She broke off, clapping her hands with glee at the idea. “If he should ask for a pony, then I will make sure he has one before we depart. A sand steed from Dorne, a little blonde foal so they may grow together.” She was carried away with the idea, and almost forgot about her prior question. Unbidden, she leaned across, placing her hand atop Anysa’s growing stomach. “Are you sure this trip isn’t too much for you? In your condition?” 

[amereilannister]

vlysian‌:

manicured  hands  toyed  with  a  golden  necklace  set  with  blood-red  rubies  ,  a  piece  of  jewelry  belonging  to  the  late  lady  of  casterly  rock.  lavender  blue  eyes  peered  up  from  long  darkened  lashes  ,  drinking  up  the  sight  of  her  husband’s  sister  holding  up  earrings.  “  a  proud  lannister  should  wear  their  house  color,  ”  aurelia  said,  her  lysene  accent  more  prominent  than  usual  ―  a  less  than  subtle  way  to  accentuate  her  foreignness  ,  but  it  proved  its  worth.  the  lady  discarded  the  golden  necklace  ,  instead  ,  she  tucked  a  lock  of  dark  hair  behind  her  ear  ,  nibbling  on  her  full  bottom  lip.  “  i  would  hardly  believe  you’re  the  maiden  incarnate  even  if  dressed  in  a  white  gown.  ”  head  tilted  slightly  as  almond-shaped  eyes  narrowed.  “  but  since  you  are  so  set  on  wearing  a  wedding  dress  the  least  i  could  do  is  offer  a  lannister  colored  necklace.  ”

Amerei had no quarrel with Aurelia. Unlike most of the Westerlands, she had not been up in arms about Lucan returning with a bride. What she did take issue with, however, was the tone with which the Lysene took with her in that moment. To tell Amerei, one so proud of her heritage that she had denied every suitor who had come to Casterly Rock on the grounds that he simply was not worthy of a lioness, how to be a Lannister was naught but an insult to the blonde. “I cannot wear nothing but red and gold until I die. That would be utterly obnoxious,” she pointed out. Her eyes raked over Aurelia’s attire. There were times when she had taken fashion inspiration from her, but now, the gesture was to point out that she had no grounds to be telling Amerei how to dress, in her foreign garb. Not the way rumours swirled about her, in any case. “Then that shows what you know. I am no whore, Aurelia.” Her eyes dropped to the necklace, one that had belonged to her mother, if she was not mistaken, and a smile unfurled over her face, slow and sly. “How kind of you, My Lady, to give my own family’s jewels to me, but I shall not be wearing your cast-offs.”