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princess lyarra stark ruling lady lale lannister nee tyrell prince rhaegar targaryen ruling lord mazhar baratheon lady narcissa grafton ruling lord deniz harlaw as loved by a. refresh | ravens | throneshq

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                           ● PRINCESS LYARRA STARK, THE WINTER ROSE ●                                                             introduction 

                   ● RULING LADY LALE LANNISTER, THE STONE THORN ●                                                   introduction 

                      ● PRINCE RHAEGAR TARGARYEN, THE NIGHT DRAGON ●                                                               introduction 

                     ● RULING LORD MAZHAR BARATHEON, THE GOLDEN STAG ●                                                              introduction

                             ● NARCISSA REDSMITH, THE WONDERING SIREN ●                                                              introduction

                           ● RULING LORD IRAVAN HARLAW, THE IRON SAILOR ●                                                               introduction

                 ● RULING LADY NYX TYRELL NEE WESTERLING, THE RED WIDOW ●                                                              introduction

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tharon;

 mazhar  had  always  known  how  to  anger  vareena  ,  and  she  absolutely  hated  him  for  it.  it  was  why  she  had  been  driven  to  such  extremes  to  hide  her  pregnancy  and  him  ,  knowing  full  well  marriage  between  the  two  would  be  explosive  at  best.  she’d  sooner  be  the  dowager  lady  baratheon  than  his  wife  for  long.  there  was  only  one  thing  they’d  ever  done  well  ,  the  one  thing  that  had  created  their  daughter  ,  and  she  had  no  intentions  of  traveling  that  road  again.  “  because  you  seem  to  think  i  withheld  our  daughter  from  a  father  banging  at  the  gates  to  bring  her  home.  ”  she  snapped  ,  voice  still  quite  silent  which  was  impressing  even  her.  “  there  is  no  considering  it.  if  you  wish  them  to  spend  more  time  together  ,  come  to  highgarden  with  us.  i  won’t  pull  her  completely  from  all  that  she  has  known  unless  she  is  the  one  asking  for  it.  ”  because  if  elif  asked  to  stay  in  storm’s  end  ,  vareena  could  never  tell  her  no.  her  eyes  narrow  ,  and  vareena  glances  to  the  nearby  septa  with  a  completely  different  expression  ,  a  smile.  “  septa  helena  ,  can  you  please  take  elif  to  find  a  delicious  dessert  ?  ”  the  septa  ,  far  used  to  this  ,  wastes  no  time  in  ushering  elif  away  with  promises  of  sweets.  only  once  she  is  out  of  earshot  does  vareena  snap  her  head  back  to  mazhar.  “  it  was  my  choice  for  our  child.  if  you  wanted  to  have  her  around  full  time  ,  and  be  with  her  siblings  ,  you  should  have  married  me  all  those  years  ago.  ”  but  even  the  retort  tasted  like  acid  in  her  mouth  ,  and  she  made  a  face  to  accompany  it.

                      Hehad  to  fight  his  need  to  roll  his  eyes,  mostly  to  prevent  the  woman  from  smacking  him  senseless,  but  also  to  avoid  an  unpleasant  scene  in  the  middle  of  the  gardens.  it  was  truly  impressive  how  long  they  had  lived  under  the  same  roof  and  survived.  him,  if  anything,    for  he  would  never  do  anything  to  harm  vareena,  however  he  was  convinced  that  she  would  kill  him  in  his  sleep  if  she  ever  had  the  chance  too.  to  obtain  peace  that  was.  “no  one  is  accusing  you  of  such  things,  you  simply  take  everything  i  say  and  turn  it  into  the  worst  meaning  possible.  that  is  more  a  habit  of  yours  than  a  responsability  of  mine.  lady  tyrell.”  he  says  as  he  clenches  his  jaw,  every  second  becomes  harder  to  keep  his  cool.  mazhar  groans  when  vareena  send  elif  away,  knowing  well  she  was  the  only  true  buffer  between  the  two  coparents  who  could  not  get  along  to  save  their  lives.  as  she  snaps  he  too  turns  towards  her  with  annoyance,  like  a  child  that  is  about  to  get  scolded  for  the  fifth  time  that  day.  “married  you?  for  what?  so  you  could’ve  killed  me  in  my  sleep  with  far  more  easy?  yeah  i’ll  pass.”  he  sighs  before  he  mumbles  under  his  breath.  “besides  there  would  be  no  siblings  for  her  then  for  sure.”

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quentyn;

closed starter —— quentyn & lyarra ( @crownsandgods​​​ )

after getting a plate with some food ( a little bit of everything, really ) quentyn returns to where he and lyarra had been standing. “try not to look too conspicuous, i believe i got the last of this honey cakes batch and i do not want people to hate us for it.” it’s mostly a jest, though quentyn really does not know if he, in fact, had taken the last couple of honey cakes. “i hope you do like honey cakes.” he holds the plate up between the two of them, looking around the crowd of attendees before looking at the northern princess again. “so, how does this place hold up to winterfell?” it’s a playful question, expecting the princess to always favour home, no matter what. it’s what he would do.

                 Lya  lightly  laughs,  as  she  often  did  when  she  was  with  quentyn.  in  the  past  months  she  had  rode  often  to  see  him,  and  they  had  met  up  another  handful  of  times,  and  every  time  it  was  nothing  but  laughter  and  good  conversation.  it  kept  her  heart  in  good  spirits,  it  often  truly  made  her  imagine  her  life  in  dorne.  “i,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  love  honey  cakes.”  she  says  with  a  playful  wink  before  she  reached  for  one  of  them,  takin  one  in  between  two  fingers  and  taking  a  small  bite  off  it.  even  her  appetite  had  improved  in  the  past  few  months  compared  to  the  capital.  “winterfell  may  not  have  the  charm  and  warmth  of  the  dornish,  but  it  will  always  be  home,  my  dear  friend.”

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ilana;

closed  starter  for  lale  lannister  !  /  @crownsandgods​

ilana  took  a  deep  breath,  swallowed  the  rest  of  the  wine  in  her  glass,  and  smoothed  out  her  dress  before  approaching  the  lady  her  sister,  sweet  smile  on  her  face.    ❝  lady  lannister,  ❞  she  spoke  to  get  the  other’s  attention,  feeling  nervous  still,  ❝  i  just  wanted  to  compliment  your  dress.    you  look  very  beautiful.  ❞

                       Lale  had  been  distracted,  her  head  had  been  in  the  clouds  before  they  had  even  left  casterly  rock  and  it  had  not  landed  quite  yet.  the  other  takes  her  by  surprise,  she  turns  around  to  face  her,  her  pristine  practice  smile  takes  a  few  seconds  to  spread  on  her  rosie  lips.  “why  thank  you,  miss...  i  am  afraid  i  am  not  familiar  with  you.”  she  says  as  kindly  as  it  could  be  said.

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myranda;

upon hearing a familiar voice call out to her, the small talk myranda had been keeping alive comes to a sudden yet very polite end ( despite the fact her patience was starting to grow thin with the lord that had so clearly been trying to convince her her betrothal is not as great as what he could offer her instead ) and the young baratheon lady turns on her heels, smile on her lips. “lale,” she breathes out, both happy and relieved that the lannister lady is there to save her, “only a couple of weeks could go by and already, it would feel too long. i’ve been well,” she starts, linking her arm with lale’s, walking in tandem to nowhere in particular, just far enough away from who her previous company had been, “lord hightower and i are betrothed and we share a beautiful niece, so no complaints. how have you been? you look as beautiful as always.”

                  She  had  read  the  situation  quite  correctly,  a  lady  should  always  aid  another  when  the  men  did  what  they  did  best,  fester  them  with  their  nonsense.  she  had  been  in  similar  situations  a  handful  of  times,  even  after  already  being  married,  she  imagined  the  same  was  for  her  childhood  friend  myranda.  “i  am  glad  to  find  you  well,  the  travels  came  with  ease  i  hope.”  she  says  with  lightness  in  her  voice.  bu  the  mention  of  the  lord  hightower  comes  almost  like  a  punch  to  her  gut.  had  she  heard  of  it  before  and  it  had  felt  a  thousand  times  worst  the  first  time.  but  she  was  a  soldier  to  her  own  tactics  and  her  smile  did  not  falter,  and  the  softness  of  her  voice  did  not  harden.  “ah,  yes.  i  had  totally  slipped  to  congratulate  you  in  such  news.  you  shine  like  every  bride  to  be  lady  baratheon.”  and  she  meant  it,  she  held  no  ill  will  for  her,  nor  samwell.  her  own  emotions  would  be  dealt  on  her  own.

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asha;

asha rolls her eyes, amused at mazhar’s words. she wonders if things would have gone differently if not for her argument with her sister, suddenly making it that much more tiring to hold a grudge against even mazhar. it’s not a trip down memory lane, asha knows that much, but it’s a nice ride nonetheless. “i wonder what could have confused you so.” there’s a knowing smirk in her lips as she takes the cup from him and drinks a sip of the offered wine. it’s not ale but it will do. “my travels? well, i can say i’ve seen dragonstone and it’s not that special. you mainlanders like weddings far too much.” though she does not regret going with zara, asha could live without the image of dagon and niamh as each other’s date. “is that an invitation to visit once more and not see the sights, yet again?” 

                 He  chuckles  but  does  not  answer,  it  seems  asha  and  him  had  been  through  quite  a  lot  together,  and  yet  they  had  manage  to  remain  civil  to  an  extent.  even  more  so  now.  and  he  enjoyed  her  company,  even  the  banter  and  the  smart  replies.  it  was  a  fresh  breath  of  air  in  the  middle  of  the  craziness  he  had  managed  to  turn  his  life  into.  “no,  i  cannot  argue  that  dragonstone  is  a  sight  for  eyes,  if  anything  it  is  an  old  fortress  with  no  real  need  for  it.  but  the  targaryens  seem  to  hold  sentimental  things  to  heard  more  than  the  rest  of  us.”  he  pauses  if  only  to  drink  his  wine  once  more.  “i  happen  to  believe  the  moldings  of  stormsend  to  be  quite  the  view  when  one  is  entertain  by  the  ruling  lord  himself.”  he  says  with  no  remorse  and  that  usual  smile  of  his.

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vareena;

 letters  didn’t  do  seeing  her  sister  justice  in  the  slightest  ,  and  being  with  lale  was  always  like  a  piece  of  home.  it  only  further  proved  in  her  mind  she  couldn’t  move  to  storm’s  end  for  years  to  come  ,  just  as  she  couldn’t  have  survived  so  far  in  the  north.  it  hurt  to  think  about  still  ,  what  she  shared  with  mateo  had  been  something  vareena  never  felt  before  ,  but  the  south  would  always  be  her  home  ,  and  being  near  her  family  was  the  most  important  thing  to  her.  which  also  seemed  entirely  unfair  to  keep  elif  from  her’s.  it  was  a  little  battle  inside  of  the  tyrell  she  had  yet  to  tell  her  sister  about.  “  you  are  always  a  picture  of  elegant  perfection  and  nothing  less  ,  i  promise  you.  ”

                It  had  taken  lale  a  few  years  to  grow  used  to  not  having  her  family  a  couple  of  doors  down  the  hallway,  or  sitting  down  for  supper  with  her.  they  were  a  raven  or  a  letter  away.  and  a  few  weeks  worth  of  traveling.  and  although  she  had  grown  used  to  it,  distracted  by  her  new  home,  a  part  of  her  would  always  lounge  for  home  no  matter  how  much  time  went  by.  that  was  the  only  thing  she  was  certain  of.  “you  flatter  me,  but  please  do  continue.”  lale  jokes  as  she  links  her  arm  with  her  sisters,  intending  on  taking  a  walk  around  the  room.  “but  please  do  tell  how  life  has  been  with  mazhar  baratheon,  i  am  quite  curios  of  the  kind  of  hurricane  you  too  had  put  over  stormsend  with  your  constant  bickering  and  the  such.”

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connas;

 the  pull  lyarra  had  could  drive  him  insane  in  no  time.  the  knight  could  do  many  things  ,  face  most  threats  ,  and  had  fought  plenty  ,  but  he  was  nothing  compared  to  things  the  princess  pulled  from  him.  a  practiced  chuckle  slips  from  his  lips  at  the  idea  of  lya  marrying  ,  he  hates  it  ,  but  he  can’t  quite  say  or  admit  that.  “  i’m  certain  a  dornishman  would  be  better  than  a  pirate.  ”  he  wouldn’t  miss  a  chance  to  talk  down  upon  the  greyjoy  prince  ,  and  if  the  knight  had  to  see  her  marry  at  least  if  she  were  to  be  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  continent  he  could  survive.  but  the  knot  in  his  chest  screamed  otherwise  ,  and  connas  cleared  his  throat  to  make  it  go  away.  “  there  are  few  places  he  goes  that  i  do  not  ,  and  i’ve  always  been  against  seeing  those  i  care  about  travel  without  a  strong  guard.  ”  he  hated  the  idea  of  lyarra  traveling  without  his  protection  as  well  ,  but  had  funneled  his  focus  onto  edric  and  gotten  by  mostly.  connas’s  eyes  scan  the  room  ,  always  alert  ,  and  he  barely  spots  a  head  of  hair  he’s  trained  to  look  for  before  her  question  draws  him  back.  connas  raises  an  eyebrow  ,  truly  unsure  of  how  to  answer  her.  but  all  the  things  he’s  been  told  bounce  in  his  head  ,  so  when  his  lips  part  it’s  truth  that  comes.  “  winterfell  is  never  the  same  without  you  ,  princess.  ”  the  ‘  i  missed  you  ’  may  not  have  been  said  out  loud  ,  but  connas  hopes  it  comes  across.

                  She  can’t  help  but  laugh,  openly,  as  she  denies  with  her  head.  “how  ironic,  that  might  be  the  only  thing  you  and  i  can  fully  agree  on,”  and  not  entirely  either.  she  would  be  much  better  marrying  him  as  it  had  been  intended  since  children,  than  to  marry  a  pirate,  or  even  a  dornish  man.  but  if  the  gods  were  opposed  to  the  union  between  stark  and  bolton,  then  perhaps  placing  them  in  opposite  ends  of  westeros  would  be  nothing  more  than  mercy.  “is  there  really?  and  here  i  thought  you  two  were  bounded  by  the  hip  by  honor  and  duty.”  she  teases.  regardless  there  was  no  one  else  she  would  trust  with  her  younger  brother,  connas  had  always  been  loyal  to  her  and  the  starks,  and  with  him  little  eddie  would  never  be  caught  in  danger.  it  was  a  peace  of  mind  for  the  oldest  princess.  her  gaze  lingers  in  his,  grey  eyes  against  the  sea  blue  of  his,  and  she  takes  in  his  features  and  how  they  have  slightly  changed  in  the  time  she  did  not  see  him.  and  when  he  finally  speaks  again  she  cannot  control  the  jump  her  heart  makes  before  it  begins  to  pound  against  her  chest  with  rage.  he  had  never  been  a  man  of  many  words,  or  soft  words  either,  but  she  had  mastered  the  language  of  reading  in  between  his  sentences.  “i  have  missed  you  too,  connas.”  her  words  are  quiet  and  gentle,  only  meant  for  him  to  hear.

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lysander;

 while  he  very  well  could  go  introduce  himself  to  the  little  one  ,  he  did  not.  his  heart  ached  at  seeing  her  ,  but  this  battle  had  far  more  to  do  with  the  relationship  between  he  and  nyx  than  it  did  with  trampling  all  over  her  desires.  he  couldn’t  simply  approach  pandora  without  nyx  first  admitting  to  him  what  they  both  knew.  moral-less  as  he  was  ,  and  he  wouldn’t  do  that.  “  you  make  it  look  effortless  ,  tell  me  ,  though  ,  why  is  their  new  stepfather  not  assisting  with  them  ?  ”  his  tone  is  a  bit  dark  ,  he  hated  that  the  lord  tyrell  had  more  access  to  his  own  flesh  and  blood  than  he.  a  man  who  he  had  not  even  once  seen  at  nyx’s  side  since  their  quick  marriage.  “  i  can  always  find  time  to  pursue  the  things  important  to  me  ,  lady  tyrell.  ”  he  didn’t  even  like  using  this  title  of  hers  ,  much  preferring  to  call  her  lady  westerling  if  he  were  to  call  on  her  at  all.  but  lysander  was  being  rather  petty  in  his  own  way  ,  as  if  saying  her  husband’s  name  would  do  anything  to  her  when  he  highly  doubted  it  could.  “  especially  when  they  seem  intent  on  ignoring  me  ,  you’ll  find  i  get  quite  annoyed  by  that.  ”  as  if  the  near  weekly  ravens  had  insinuated  otherwise.  always  the  same  letter  ,  always  asking  if  she  would  visit  so  they  could  resume  their  conversation.  never  once  did  he  expect  his  invitation  to  be  accepted  ,  but  never  did  he  stop  trying.

                  Her  eyes  sharpen  and  her  smile  falters  at  his  question.  truth  be  told  nyx  did  not  care  enough  for  her  current  husband  to  question  why  he  was  or  wasn’t  around.  he  was  nothing  more  than  a  security  of  her  status.  although  being  around  all  the  royals  and  nobles  once  more  she  should  be  more  careful  with  it.  “lord  tyrell  does  not  bother  himself  with  trying  to  fill  a  step  father  role  in  the  life  of  my  girls,  and  i  quite  prefer  it  that  way.  i  am  all  they  have  and  all  they  need.”  she  was  firm  in  her  words,  as  if  she  was  getting  a  message  across.  she  looks  over  her  shoulders  at  the  ladies  standing  mere  feet  from  her.  nyx  gives  them  careful  orders  before  they  all  walk  away  to  keep  up  with  the  girls.  the  way  he  addresses  her  as  lady  tyrell  pinches  her  heart,  but  she  remains  stoic  in  the  middle  of  her  pain.  “you  must  stop  this  foolishness,  lysander.”  she  scuffs  as  they  have  more  freedom  to  speak,  but  pandora  playing  far  away  enough  to  not  hear  but  close  enough  to  be  seen  in  her  resemblance  did  not  help  to  keep  her  calm.  “it  is  pointless  for  you  to  insist  on  this  quest,  not  mention  dangerous  for  her.”  if  pandora  was  discovered  to  be  a  bastard  far  more  than  just  rumors  would  spread,  she  would  be  ruined.

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reila;

 reila’s  hand  is  instantly  wound  in  those  exact  curls  ,  playing  with  the  strands  happily.  “  i  quite  like  your  hair  ,  my  dragon.  ”  it’s  funny  how  thus  far  anytime  he  called  her  by  her  title  it  did  the  exact  opposite  of  when  others  did.  rhaegar  calling  her  things  like  ‘  your  highness  ’  or  ‘  my  princess  ’  only  made  her  wish  to  drag  him  off  to  their  bed.  soon  her  other  hand  snakes  up  his  chest  ,  reila  firmly  pulling  herself  to  him  as  both  hands  toy  with  the  curls  at  the  base  of  his  head.  “  if  you  are  that  miserable  ,  i  suppose  i  won’t  object.  ”  but  she  did  so  like  how  easily  he  agreed  not  to.  not  that  it  was  a  surprise  ,  reila  seemed  to  do  this  to  him  often.  but  she  would  also  do  nearly  anything  he  asked  ,  thus  far  only  refusing  to  cut  off  those  in  house  forrester.  “  i  can  braid  it  for  you  if  you  like  ,  or  allow  arlis  to.  she’s  becoming  quite  good  ,  might  even  give  you  a  bow.  ”

                      He  does  not  move,  simply  allows  her  to  snake  her  arms  around  him  and  in  his  hair,  but  he  watches  her  every  move  carefully.  amusement  in  his  eyes,  and  that  mischievous  grin  he  was  so  commonly  known  for.  “flattery  will  take  you  far,  reila.”  he  clears  his  throat  trying  to  remind  himself  they  are  in  public  and  not  at  home,  here  he  was  force  to  behave  and  try  to  survive  his  wife  advantages.  she  quite  enjoyed  teasing  him  it  seemed.  “you  know  i  am  incapable  of  deny  you  anything,  lady  targaryen.  it  is  almost  unfair  for  you  to  try  to  seduce  me  in  a  room  full  of  people,  don’t  you  think?”  he  whispers,  leaning  down  so  his  mouth  is  at  her  ear.  “or  perhaps  that  is  what  you  want,  perhaps  i  should  find  a  secluded  corner  and  oblige.”  he  then  stands  tall,  scanning  the  room  before  returning  his  gaze  to  hers.  “if  you  want  to  stay  in  doors  and  play  dress  up  i  will  not  oppose,  however  if  you  want  me  to  keep  my  hair  lets  be  more  serious,  sweetheart.”

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reila;

 reila  never  fathomed  just  how  much  she  would  miss  home  ,  the  ache  in  her  chest  was  stronger  than  she  thought  it  could  be.  seeing  cissa  helped  in  a  way  that  soothed  her  heart.  “  manners  aren’t  needed  when  someone  is  close  to  you.  ”  she  argues  ,  but  has  a  playful  smile  on  her  lips.  “  rhaegar  is  perfect  ,  but  he  grew  up  in  this  life  and  i’m  afraid  i  will  never  grow  used  to  it.  ”  but  he  also  wasn’t  forcing  her  to  do  a  single  thing  ,  if  she  had  truly  not  wished  to  come  to  the  wedding  they  could  have  stayed  home.  but  reila  knew  it  would  be  an  insult  to  do  so  ,  and  she  didn’t  wish  for  that.  reila’s  hands  slip  from  cissa’s  ,  touching  the  small  growing  belly  with  a  bright  smile.  “  you  glow  with  your  happiness  ,  you  look  positively  radiant.  ”

                She  nods,  she  too  agrees,  but  she  knows  is  different  when  reila  now  belongs  to  the  southern  royalty  and  although  she  is  humble  narcissa  would  hate  to  insult  anyone  by  being  too  carefree  in  front  of  everyone.  although  in  private  she  intended  to  treat  her  like  her  old  friend.  “I  don’t  assume  it  will  be  easy,  but  if  there  is  anyone  who  is  capable  of  doing  it,  i  have  full  confidence  you  will  grow  into  it  without  doubt.”  cissa  cheer  her  on,  she  knew  it  was  hard  to  be  far  away  from  home,  but  to  have  the  responsibility  reila  had  would  never  be  something  she  would  experience.  narcissa  places  her  hand  over  hers  and  moves  her  slightly  and  with  slight  pressure  on  it  she  feels  the  babe  kick.  “you  feel  that?  is  quite  estrange  but  it  makes  me  smile  every  time  i  feel  them  move.”

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tharon;

 “  the  north  misses  you  ,  we’d  be  happy  to  have  you  back  from  all  this  sand.  ”  he  teases  ,  even  if  he  spent  far  less  time  in  winterfell  than  ever  now.  tharon’s  time  was  taken  up  ensuring  his  wife  healthy  and  comfortable  ,  no  more  did  he  travel  and  explore.  but  the  eyrie  was  his  home  always  ,  he  was  more  than  happy  to  stay  there.  “  she’s  silly  ,  she’s  the  most  beautiful  creature  in  the  known  world.  ”  and  he  would  think  nothing  else  ,  especially  with  her  swelling  stomach.  “  ah  ,  yes  ,  they  tend  to  do  well  with  pregnancy  in  my  experience.  ”  he  got  a  bit  awkward  ,  but  knew  lyarra  wasn’t  teasing  him.

               And  she  missed  the  north  too,  as  fun  as  dorne  was,  she  belong  in  witerfell  among  the  snow  and  drafty  air.  it  was  her  home.  “i  can’t  wait  to  return  home,  they  have  been  good  to  me  here,  but  there  is  no  place  like  home.”  her  travels  were  done,  she  had  seen  everything  she  wanted  and  now  she  wished  for  nothing  but  to  return  and  settle  down  for  years  to  come.  “all  women  feel  invaded  when  pregnant,  but  i  believe  you’re  doing  a  great  job  at  keeping  her  spirits  high.  she  does  not  need  any  praise  from  me,  although  i  will  give  it  nonetheless.”  it  was  good  to  see  him  like  that,  settled,  in  love  and  with  a  woman  who  saw  nothing  but  him.  “yes,  narcissa  won’t  be  any  different.  there  is  nothing  to  worry  about.”

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connas;

 his  arms  nearly  moved  to  hug  her  ,  but  instead  connas  moved  one  hand  to  rest  on  the  hilt  of  the  sword  he  wore.  it  seemed  like  a  mere  accessory  ,  but  the  knight  only  donned  functional  weapons  on  his  person.  while  jeweled  ,  the  sword  was  as    deadly  as  it  needed  to  be.  “  as  you  should  ,  how  is  your  aunt  ?  ”  he  may  have  kept  tabs  on  the  princess  ,  guards  gossiped  so  very  much.  and  he’d  been  worried  ,  even  if  she  had  been  perfectly  safe  ,  he  didn’t  like  not  ensuring  it  himself.  “  i  had  a  refreshing  time  in  gulltown  with  edric.  ”  it  had  been  an  easy  time  ,  no  worries  and  only  stealing  the  lady  roslyn  away  for  silly  quests  when  edric  requested  it  of  him.  “  will  you  be  returning  north  with  us  after  the  festivities  ?  ”  the  question  was  entirely  selfish  ,  but  the  more  he  looked  at  her  the  more  he  realized  he’d  missed  her.  he  also  wasn’t  too  sure  how  to  act  about  her  ,  the  three  months  had  done  a  lot  to  the  broken  little  boy  inside  of  the  shell  of  a  knight  ,  but  he  was  by  no  means  healed.

                   Lyarra  clasps  her  hands  together  in  front  of  her  to  fight  the  itch  to  touch  him,  one  way  or  another.  she  wanted  to  hug  him,  run  her  fingers  through  those  rebel  curls  of  his  as  she  often  did  when  they  were  alone.  but  there  was  too  many  people  watching.  “she  is  doing  good,  happy  to  have  me  around,  she  might  try  to  keep  me  here  forever.  if  she  could  she  would’ve  already  married  me  to  dornish  man  to  ensure  it.”  she  jests.  partially  for  she  was  certain  the  idea  had  crossed  alyse  more  than  once.  not  that  she  would  agree,  she  did  not  want  to  marry  anyone.  anyone  who  wasn’t  the  bolton  man  in  front  of  her.  that  had  been  a  conclusion  that  had  been  met  with  their  distance.  however  she  was  unsure  on  how  to  make  it  a  reality.  “i’ve  heard,  or  rather,  i  read  about  edric’s  adventures  in  gultown.  i  had  assumed  you  were  involved.”  the  idea  saddens  her,  they  should’ve  spent  time  together  too  but  she  had  been  to  scared  to  own  up  to  her  own  emotions  then  and  she  did  what  she  did  best,  she  ran.  his  questions  sparks  curiosity  and  although  she  already  knows  she  will  return  with  them  she  can’t  help  but  ask.  “would  you  like  me  to?”

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vareena;

𝐅𝐎𝐑 : lale lannister ! ( @crownsandgods​​​ )

 between  fighting  with  mazhar  and  settling  in  ,  vareena  had  yet  to  see  her  family.  the  moment  she  spots  her  sister  the  tyrell  is  quick  to  her  side  ,  grasping  both  of  lale’s  hands  firmly  and  squeezing  as  she  beams.  “  you  look  beautiful  ,  sister  of  mine.  ”  she’d  missed  the  other  so  much  ,  six  months  of  being  together  had  almost  been  a  tease.  but  here  they  were  now  ,  together  once  more  ,  and  she  would  take  advantage  of  it  as  long  as  she  could.

                Lale  had  fallen  victim  to  the  routine  of  her  life  back  in  the  westerlands,  her  attention  on  her  son  and  her  duties  as  ruling  lady.  it  had  taken  her  only  a  few  weeks  to  realize  how  domestic  and  boring  her  life  had  become  in  contrast  to  what  she  had  ambitioned  for  herself  when  she  was  younger.  and  with  sadness  she  was  beginning  to  accept  it,  dorne  had  offered  her  an  escape  when  she  needed  it  most.  and  it  came  with  the  presence  of  her  favorite  person.  “vareena,  you  flatter  me,  i  am  nothing  when  standing  next  to  you  my  dear  sister.”

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reila;

 it  seemed  her  husband  was  adversed  to  any  weather  other  than  dragonstone  ,  which  endlessly  amused  the  woman  from  the  north.  she  found  that  while  she  much  preferred  the  north  ,  the  south  was  growing  on  her  and  the  dornish  styles  as  uncomfortable  as  she  felt  were  so  light  it  was  almost  as  if  she  were  naked.  but  reila  also  stayed  glued  to  ger  dragon’s  side  as  best  she  could  ,  unable  to  be  parted  from  her  husband  even  if  they  were  forced  to  be  social.  his  words  ,  however  ,  earn  him  the  snap  of  her  head  as  she  glares  at  him  for  even  joking.  “  don’t  you  dare  ,  or  i’ll  have  to  go  visit  cerwyn  and  force  you  to  endure  the  snow  after  this.  ”

                 He  can’t  help  but  find  her  reaction  amusing,  he  had  been  half  joking,  although  a  part  of  him  was  seriously  considering  it.  “now  that  is  some  cruel  punishment,  your  highness,  i  don’t  think  cutting  some  curls  should  gain  me  such  thing  from  you.”  he  pleas,  fake  pouting  her  way.  “besides  if  i  was  to  cut  them  tomorrow,  they  will  be  back  by  the  time  we  arrive  back  in  dragon  stone.”  but  he  throws  his  hands  in  the  air  in  surrender.  laughing  as  he  does.  their  life  had  become  peaceful  in  the  best  way  possible.  they  had  married  and  adjusted  to  the  live  as  if  they  had  been  since  the  moment  their  eyes  first  met.  every  day  next  to  her  was  a  good  day.  “i  suppose  i  can  simply  tie  it  back.”

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connas;

 a  frosty  little  chill  slips  down  connas’s  spine  as  his  spying  is  caught.  the  princess’s  eyes  meet  his  own  ,  but  the  charming  smile  on  his  lips  is  natural  and  effortless.  he’s  been  unable  to  stop  watching  her  all  night  ,  unable  to  tear  his  gaze  from  taking  in  each  new  detail.  dorne  had  breathed  in  a  vibrancy  to  the  princess  he’d  never  seen  ,  the  knight  was  absolutely  captivated.  three  months  was  a  long  time  to  be  parted  ,  he  was  so  used  to  her  as  a  constant  in  his  life  at  winterfell.  but  the  time  away  had  done  wonders  to  lyarra  that  he  found  himself  unable  to  be  upset  they’d  been  separated  for  so  long.  even  if  it’d  felt  intentional  at  first  ,  he  found  that  feeling  fading.  his  chest  clenched  a  bit  as  she  approached  ,  but  his  smile  remained.  and  thank  the  gods  was  it  now  impossible  for  him  to  look  from  her  eyes  ,  that  dress  of  hers  should  be  illegal.  “  my  princess  ,  it  appears  dorne  suits  you  well.  ”

                The  people  around  them  could  not  tell  the  difference  in  the  princess,  but  she  knew,  her  smile  was  wider  and  her  eyes  brighter.  he  was  one  of  the  many  people  she  had  been  dying  to  see,  even  if  she  had  welcomed  the  distance  dorne  would  give  them,  she  had  found  herself  missing  him  far  more  than  she  had  expected.  her  mind  and  heart  were  always  with  him,  even  if  she  fought  against  it.  “yes,  i  been  quite  enjoying  myself  here.”  she  confesses  a  bit  embarrassed  of  have  been  doing  nothing  but.  “you  look  well,  i  am  glad.”  her  words  are  soft  but  she  means  it.  he  looked  even  handsomer  than  the  last  time  she  had  seen  him,  that  dashing  smile  of  his  always  making  trouble  with  the  butterflies  in  her  stomach.  even  if  she  was  a  bit  disappointed  he  had  not  come  see  her  at  their  arrival,  then  again  how  would  he  know  she  wished  him  to  if  she  was  as  stubborn  as  him  when  it  came  to  hiding  her  own  emotions. 

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vareena;

 the  shining  moment  they  agreed  to  coparent  had  quickly  been  ended.  mazhar  and  vareena  were  not  friends  ,  nor  did  they  get  along  well  for  long.  the  bickering  began  quickly  ,  only  stealthily  done  away  from  the  small  ears  of  their  daughter.  her  own  demons  led  her  to  be  incredibly  worried  for  everything  elif  did  ,  which  was  unfair  to  maz  but  never  stopped  her  from  speaking  up.  his  suggestion  for  them  to  move  to  storm’s  end  was  not  taken  lightly  ,  why  would  she  ever  wish  to  live  with  him  ?  “  and  as  i  have  said  ,  that  was  a  choice  you  agreed  to  in  an  instant.  i  do  not  wish  to  live  in  storm’s  end  nor  will  i  leave  her.  i’ve  already  agreed  to  let  her  stay  for  three  past  months  ,  and  i  planned  to  do  so  until  next  spring.  that  should  be  enough  ,  mazhar.  i  didn’t  break  my  betrothal  only  to  move  in  with  you.  ”  her  voice  was  kept  low  ,  trying  not  to  let  the  small  bouncing  girl  before  them  hear.  she  would  be  absolutely  miserable  ,  which  meant  everyone  would  be.

                  He  never  meant  to  rile  her  up  as  much  as  he  did,  he  often  simply  spoke  his  mind  and  the  ideas  he  had,  or  what  he  wanted  and  that  was  enough  to  send  vareena  into  a  frenzy.  at  this  point  it  did  not  feel  like  she  disliked  what  he  had  to  say,  but  simply  disliked  him  and  anything  to  do  with  his  persona.  or  perhaps  they  were  just  programmed  to  never  get  along,  even  if  he  had  the  best  intention  to  do  so,  if  not  for  them  for  his  daughter  that  had  already  began  a  change  in  him  he  was  not  entirely  opposed  to.  “yes,  of  course.  i  am  aware  of  it,  as  you  never  let  me  forget.”  he  sighs.  “is  not  a  reason  for  us  to  go  on  another  endless  argument,  its  something  to  simply  consider.  in  storms  end  she  has  her  siblings  who  have  grown  very  fond  of  her  and  she  has  of  them.  it  would  be  nice  for  them  to  grow  up  together,  a  selfish  idea  i  suppose.”  he  had  been  as  considerate  of  vareena  emotions  and  broken  heart,  as  considerate  as  mazhar  baratheon  could  be  that  was.  but  he  was  getting  tired  of  feeling  as  if  it  had  been  his  fault.  “no  vareena,  you  sure  did  not.  in  fact  i  have  little  to  no  desire  on  finding  out  the  real  reason  you  did,  you  did  and  that  is  something  you  cannot  put  on  my  shoulders.  that  was  your  choice.”  in  no  moment  he  looks  at  her,  his  eyes  are  glued  to  elif.