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It made sense that after another murder and with more suspicion cast on House Lannister her father would send another face. Part of her expected it to be the decrepit fool himself but instead he sent her baby brother, his apparent favorite child. Not that being his favorite anything was something to brag about. “My sweet brother.” Leona was happy to see him, that was something she would honestly admit, closing her eyes she rested her head against his shoulder for a second she pulled away. “They truly think we’re behind this and father hasn’t shown his face. He’d in Casterly Rock acting like he’s some old man and not an old con.” @achingblvsh

#you knew this was coming #you knewwwwww #c: jace

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haera-manderly:

Her gratefulness toward her cousin was one of the few strong feelings Haera had. They’d been through much together, and she accepted her without thought, asking little–in comparison–in return. Still, Haera longed for her home. She wanted to take what was her, father be damned. Haera squeezed her fellow blonde’s hand and nodded. “I am well, Lady Leona,” her voice was soft, genuine. “It went better than expected, although, I fear I have a deep longing to slit my father’s fat throat as consequence.”

“Lady.” A smile hit her face for a moment, “We’re alone at the moment, I’m not your lady I’m your family here.” It was annoying enough that it was said in public, Haera was her cousin, they were family and it shouldn’t have mattered what her uncle had said. There was silence after her words, one that she had to break herself, quietly. “I could make it happen.” Leona would do many things, if she had to rid the world of her uncle she’d have it done. “You and Rhae need only say the word and it will look like an accident.”

#c: haera

pxppybaratheon:

“Certainly.” She murmured quietly, fingertips dancing along the backs of leather bond spines. “Reading is an escape and a relief, particularly in times like these… the Rains of Castamere? A bit of Lannister history, hm?”

“People try to ignore the darker parts of their history. But when it ends rebellions before they can even truly begin? I call that a shining victory. No matter how it’s done.” House Baratheon had a murderous history, over throwing House Durrandon, murdering them. But most great houses did.

#c: poppy

lordsrickard:

“The wishes of House Stark are to go home.” War wasn’t something Rickard wanted, he’d fought before, but he found no pleasure in it. If war was to come it wasn’t going to be from not being allowed to leave. If it came to one of his people being murdered, he would demand it. “House Lannister is the advocate for war in most settings.”

A smile, Rickard Stark was a harsh man. Prickly. “House Lannister advocates for war when it’s needed, when we’re threatened.” Which they hadn’t been by House Arryn no matter what other people thought about this now.

#c: rickard

greeneyedreed:

He felt akin to a sack of flour as he was hefted to his feet by guards that were almost twice his size, still he supposed he should be grateful. “Thank you.” he said after he was returned to his feet and fairly confident he would remain there for the moment. “Does it not become tiresome? To be accompanied wherever you go?” He grew tired of it in the Watch, but then he knew why he was often followed.

Looking at her guards she smiled at the men decorated in yellow and black. “They leave me when I say they need to.” There was a bit of annoyance when they did insist on following her all over the place. “I’m much better on my own than with these men following me.”

#c: ascar

chclsi:

Chelsi didn’t know what a Lannister was, but she felt her ears turn red in a telling way as the blonde woman spoke to her. Most of what she said fell on deaf ears but she caught her name, and that there wasn’t any horse around. Dark eyes fell heavy on the woman and any shame she might have had became irrelevant. Perhaps the woman was like her, and went against the expectations of their world. She struggled to think of the right words to say, especially when she was too busy thinking about that pale flesh before her. “Chelsi. It is well to meet you, Leona.” Brows furrowed as she tried to remember the proper titles, but there were none in Dothraki that fit the mold. Her hand fumbled with the edge of her exorbarantly long braid as she tried to keep the woman talking so she could look a little longer and fantasize about touching. “They were bad killings by our standards.”

“Chelsi.” A common dothraki name she was sure, Leona was quite common as well here. It was a terrible killing, a man stabbed in the back with no important name. Killing Lord Arryn made sense because he was a big name. She didn’t know what amount of power or information people thought he had but it wasn’t her business. “What do you do for your people? Your... Khalasar.” She wasn’t sure what the right word was, but she was more than willing to learn from the beauty in front of her. “I’m afraid I’ve never been anywhere outside of Westeros. Forgive me if I say something wrong.” There was no way to know if the woman was actually interested in the finer sex. The blush on her cheeks however gave a little hope.

#c: chelsi

haera-manderly:

She really wanted to see the body, look at it, see if she recognized the handiwork. But Haera was removed from the situation as a handmaid, even if she told them she was a highborn lady from a powerful family they still kept her away. Haera groaned and wished that she drank in that moment. Although Lannister lands were not far from the capital’s grandeur, she would rather be there. At least she had her own bed. Even more, though, deep inside of her, Haera wished for home. Perhaps it was seeing Rhaenys. Her hands balanced a cup and she looked utterly bored, her constant expression. “I wonder how many more are going to die? Do they think that keeping everyone confined is really going to save lives? Even dogs will start to fight if left in the same cage.”

Leona knew seeing Rhaenys would put a spark in Haera, she’d offered her cousin everything when she left White Harbor. Her father had a time of it, but her mother was unable to turn away her niece, as long as Leona was the one who was ‘responsible’ for her. As if Haera wasn’t a grown woman. “Darling.” She ignored her words, those were for later. “Are you alright?” Taking her cousins hand she knew if it was anyone but her she’d pull away. “I heard you saw Rhaenys.”

#c: haera

pxppybaratheon:

“I think by the time we leave I’ll have read every book the Keep has to offer.” She muttered, setting the tomb back onto the shelf among the others. Poppy had fetched one or two to skim over at night once she’d retired to her rooms, but after she’d been informed of a second murder, she’d begun to grow skeptical of returning home anytime soon. “Any recommendations?”

“You enjoy reading Lady Baratheon?” Leona preferred reading things about people, about great leaders. About conquerors. People thought Daenarys some great queen, no she was a conqueror and it seemed only Leona saw that. “I’d read about the Rains of Castamere.”

#c: poppy

steelwcters:

it was though the lords and ladies had never heard of a murder, or seen a body in a pool of blood. blood was his home, blood and steel - he couldn’t understand their panic. he also couldn’t understand why people were being boxed in like unruly animals - “i’ll admit,” he drank deep of the dark beer, “seeing the nobles in such a state over a corpse and some blood is very, very funny.”

“It’s truly hilarious. Murder at a coronation, how funny.” Leona stared at the man, a brute like the men of House Clegane. She had no patience for men like him. “A murder in what’s supposed to be the most protected area is what has everyone concerned. Murder may not matter to you but it’s a very suspicious thing to most people.” Her frown shifted to a smile, “But my dear I would act a little more sympathetic, wouldn’t want people to think the blood was on your hands.”

lordsrickard:

“Now we’re all suspects?” The sound that left him was almost too similar to the direwolves next to him. “Never should have brought my people down here. Any time the Northmen ride south we end up dead or in the middle of this.” He was ready to leave, he had no respect for this crown that had no respect for them, had none for the Stark blood in their very veins. If they’d been smart they’d have tried to marry one the northern women. Instead they chose the Dorne. “The only time I’ll ever drag my banners south again is for a war.”

“You think war will come from this?” Raising an eyebrow at the Stark lord she looked him over, he was attractive she supposed, someone she was supposed to find attractive at least. But he was far too brooding for her, even if she’d been interested in men. “Or is this simply Stark wishes?”

#c: rickard

greeneyedreed:

He felt simply awful, another vision, another death and he was as clueless as ever as to why he was shown these things and how badly these affairs were to play out. What he did know was that his bones ached, his face was sweaty and judging by he concerned look a Maester had thrown him a few hallways ago he hardly looked well…

Reaching another corridor he took a step forward only for his leg to give out and send him to his knees; half-panting he looked up and saw someone approaching from the opposite end and tried to muster up a smile, “My apologies,” he took a shaky breath, “I’ll move in just a moment…”

One of the northerners, one of the little swamp men she figured based on his clothing. Leona had her guards help the boy up, “Nonsense. Let these men help you. They need to be of some use anyway.” Usually she walked with Haera but the woman was busy, and so she was left with the Clegane guards. She felt better with them than the Lannister guards, they’d been guards to Kings and her own father.

#c: ascar

chclsi:

Chelsi did not plan on attending any celebrations, however her Khal thought that he should attend. Where he went, she went. While her sister remained near him as always, the warrior watched from afar. Her goal was to get a full picture so that she could zoom in on any potential threat. Naturally, it was a strange ordeal. Women wore odd dresses and they fawned after anything that gave them attention. Perhaps that would work in Chelsi’s favor but, they seemed so surreal and ordinary, that she wasn’t interested and they’d only looked at her with fear. Her switch was off, they had nothing to fear but it was better to be feared than loved. Respected than adored. It did, in fact, shock her that one of them had openly approached her. Eyes fell over the woman shamelessly, sizing her up, trying to decide if she were a threat or not. The small bloodrider made a grunting sound and returned her gaze back to her Khal, taking the glass and smelling it. It smelled sweet, but she had seen it before. A sip later and Chelsi’s face contorted in disgust and she placed the cup down, shaking her intricately braided black hair. Her leathers creased as her arms crossed over her chest. “I do not understand your customs, nor do I understand your food.” The blade sat snug on her hip and clanked when she stepped closer. She smelled the woman, beautiful, fragrant, much nicer than the ladies in Essos Chelsi was so accustomed to. “There has been no fighting, my people would consider this a dull affair.”

The face she made at the wine made a small laugh leave her, “It’s not for everyone, a lot of people aren’t fond of things that are overly sweet.” Glancing down at the glass she brought her eyes back to the small woman in front of her. “The food is quite good, you should try it. At least the food from the Westerlands is. Though we don’t have horse here I’m sure we could find other meat for you. Not as good I’m sure but we’ll make do wont we?” The woman was beautiful, Leona wasn’t supposed to be looking at beautiful women she supposed but she was looking at the Dothraki beauty in front of her. “Well the murder certainly makes things more interesting to your people.” She wasn’t accusing her, any of the dothraki, no they’d never just stab someone and leave them in an abandoned hall. “I suppose it makes it more interesting to everyone, though now we’re all stuck here to see this play out.” Looking her over once more her gaze was mostly trapped on her enchanting eyes, “Leona of House Lannister. Beyond a pleasure to meet you.”

#c: chelsi