Yennefer in The Witcher “Rare Species” (2019)
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Yennefer in The Witcher “Rare Species” (2019)
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Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken
Yennefer of Vengerberg, the Witcher in 1x06 «Rare Species»
make me choose » house tyrell or house martell (asked by anonymous)
The arms of House Martell display the sun and spear, the Dornishman’s two favored weapons, but of the two, the sun is the more deadly.
Yennefer of Vengerberg, the Witcher in 1x07 «Before a Fall»
house martell of dorne | unbowed, unbent, unbroken!
“a promise to our enemies, and a challenge to our lovers.”
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#EliaMartellWeek: Day 5 → Elia and her children.
“She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn´t let the wet nurse touch them…”
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Arthur’s lips twitch, but he suppresses the smile. He can imagine why. The loose, flowing silks of Dorne were so out of place here in the capital with their long sleeves and tight bodices that many a passerby had done a double take at the sight of her. He himself was inordinately pleased to see her so unashamed of their home. It made him ache for Starfall and the sands, but alas, Rhaegar needed him more than he needed Dorne, at least for now.
“They’re trying to be kind, I think.” For it is a bit colder here than in Dorne, and rumors of Elia’s health have arrived here long before she herself has. Exaggerated, in his opinion, for he remembered a childhood in the Water Gardens and while she was never as rambunctious as the other children, that had not stopped her from trailing Oberyn or Ashara on their most wild of adventures. “I imagine the royal seamstresses will be quite happy at the prospect of creating the future Queen an entirely new wardrobe.”
“They don’t want me to be comfortable; they want me to look like they do, so that they can be comfortable.” He was kind to try and see the good in people, to make her life more peaceful. Ironic, when his calling was to carry a sword. He had a point though: Doran always said not to attribute to malice what can be explained by ignorance. Maybe it would be better if she tried to assimilate, at least in the way she dressed. “It doesn’t matter if they dress me in dragon scales, I still wouldn’t be one of them.”
But her husband might find it appealing, and that turned her opinion more than anything else did. More than anything, it mattered what Rhaegar thought of her. Everything hinged on that. Dark eyes shifted to her companion before swiftly looking away. “Do-- what do you think? Would my husband find me prettier if I wore less yellow?” She refused to look at him while he answered.
Countdown to Season 8 - Day 5 - Favorite Location
It’s a big and beautiful world. Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it. I don’t want to be most of us.
i’m a dreamer and that will be the death of me. ❜
Soft fingers combed through the younger girl’s hair, the pad of Elia’s thumb resting on her cheek for a moment. Her lips pressed into a wan smile. It was true that seeing the world not as it was, but as it could be– this might be a hazard. It might also be visionary, especially for a princess.
“Well, that remains to be seen, sweetling, but perhaps knowing it is so might prevent it from being. All the same, perhaps we ought to stop sleeping.”
H O U S E M A R T E L L — “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. A promise to our enemies, and a challenge to our lovers.”
MILK & HONEY POETRY RP STARTERS BY RUPI KAUR. PART 1. FEEL FREE TO MODIFY PRONOUNS.
❛ we are capable of love but choose to be toxic. ❜ ❛ you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. ❜ ❛ i’m difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow. ❜ ❛ you are a war. ❜ ❛ every revolution starts and ends with his lips. ❜ ❛ the truth is.. you make me speechless ❜ ❛ he makes my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in. ❜ ❛ what drives you crazy? what keeps you up at night? ❜ ❛ so that’s what you do.. you command attention. ❜ ❛ you look like you smell of honey and no pain. ❜ ❛ i always get myself into this mess. ❜ ❛ i’m a dreamer and that will be the death of me. ❜ ❛ you were so distant. i forgot you were there at all. ❜ ❛ don’t mistake salt for sugar. if he wants to be with you.. he will. ❜ ❛ you were temptingly beautiful but stung when i got too close. ❜ ❛ don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me. ❜ ❛ the thing worth holding on would of never let go. ❜ ❛ love made the danger in you look like safety. ❜ ❛ i don’t grieve.. i shatter. ❜ ❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜ ❛ we began with honesty. let us end in it, too. ❜ ❛ your voice alone drives me to tears. ❜ ❛ like a broken promise.. let it go. ❜ ❛ our backs tell stories no books have have the spine to carry. ❜ ❛ you were a dragon long before he came around and said you could fly. you will remain a dragon long after he’s left. ❜ ❛ the world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. ❜ ❛ you split me open in the most honest way there is. ❜
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Icons and google doc tomorrow, my loves. In the meantime, sleep.
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Dearest Doran,
The capital is cold! I thought our brother was losing his mind when he requisitioned an entire trunk of blankets (perhaps this was his way of handling the loss of his only sister), but as it would seem, our brother is not, in fact, insane. To think that this is what they consider a summer is laughable. I would pay good dragons to see some of these court ladies make it through one week in the desert. And the sea is different here, too, somehow. The water is dark and turbulent, it broods like my husband. There is sand, but it, too, is darker, and mostly rocks. Great craggy boulders like mountains standing against the sea. The water beats against it and the sound is reassuring.
Every day I go to take walks to explore the castle, and every day I get lost and have to have a kindly servant explain where I am and how to get back to my rooms. Thus far, these girls are the only friends I have here. Which is to say, I have none. I wish now that I had brought more of an accompaniment from Dorne, but those that are already here seem better suited to court than I do. The speak with confident ease and seem not to notice the staring, or the change in tone when one of us walks in the room. If it were you, you would know just what to say to them. You would say something about the state of affairs and your brilliance would be undeniable. Or Oberyn. He would smile like he does, and make a joke, and the room would be charmed. It seems I did not inherit these traits. My smile is quiet, and I try not to speak so as to give very little opportunity to embarrass myself.
I don’t tell Rhaegar how lonely it is here because I think he very much feels the same, and I wish not to be a burden to him. I want only to make his life warm and bright and full of laughter and dancing. I’ve decided when he plays his harp, I will sing with him, and maybe my voice will carry the love in my heart to him.
I am almost to the bottom of the page, but I beg you not forget me here. My brothers are my only refuge; your love and counsel are the twin pillars that keep me a Dornish queen.
All of my love,
Elia
“Justice is in short supply this side of the mountains. There has been none for Elia, Aegon or Rhaenys.”
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