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This is SO important.
this is on my obligatory reblog list
THIS IS VERY COOL FOODY AND SCIENCEY
(The recipes in question:
chocolate chip cookies (part 2 3 4)
pie crust
cupcakes
brownies
dinner rolls)
Imma eat them all anyways.
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Children of Jaehaerys and Alysanne Who Survived Infancy ↳ Of the thirteen children she bore to King Jaehaerys, only three of them would survive her, Aegon, Gaemon, and Valerion died as babes. The Shivers took Daenerys at the age of six. A crossbow slew Prince Aemon. Alyssa and Daella died in childbed, Viserra drunk in the street. Septa Maegelle, that gentle soul, died in 96 AC, her arms and legs turned to stone by greyscale, for she had spent her last years nursing those afflicted with that horrible condition.
Saddest of all was the loss of Princess Gael, the Winter Child, born in 80 AC when Queen Alysanne was forty-four and thought to be well past her childbearing years. A sweet-natured girl, but frail and somewhat simpleminded, she remained with the queen long after her other children had grown and gone, but in 99 AC she vanished from court, and soon afterward it was announced that she had died of a summer fever. Only after both her parents were gone did the true tale come out. Seduced and abandoned by a traveling singer, the princess had given birth to a stillborn son, then, overwhelmed by grief, walked into the waters of Blackwater Bay and drowned.
Some say that Alysanne never recovered from that loss, for her Winter Child alone had been a true companion during her declining years. Saera still lived, somewhere in Volantis (she had departed Lys some years before, an infamous woman but a wealthy one), but she was dead to Jaehaerys, and the letters Alysanne sent her secretly from time to time all went unanswered. Vaegon was an archmaester at the Citadel. A cold and distant son, he had grown to be a cold and distant man. He wrote, as a son ought. His words were dutiful, but there was no warmth to them, and it had been years since Alysanne had last seen his face.
Only Baelon the Brave remained near her till the end. Her Spring Prince visited her as often as he could and always won a smile from her, but Baelon was the Prince of Dragonstone, Hand of the King, forever coming and going, sitting at his father’s side at council, treating with the lords. “You will be agreat king, even greater than your father,” Alysanne told him the last time they were together. She did not know. How could she know?
‘you ought to be asleep.’ (for Willem, from Tion)
Willem’s eyes were soft and gentle, though he didn’t turn from the balcony to address his cousin. His body protested the position - leaned over to rest his elbows on the cool stone, looking out over the ocean and the lower levels of the keep - but he didn’t make any motion to accommodate it further than he had already. His cane was still by the bed, well out of reach.
It had taken him some effort to get here without falling, leaning on the walls for support, but he had made it. And now…now, he just wanted to enjoy the breeze. The moonlight.
The silence.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, voice almost whisper-soft as he tipped his head in acknowledgement. he should sleep…but he could not. Hard as he had been trying. The sea breeze soothed his thoughts, slowed them, helped push the worst of them away. It was a damn sight better than laying in his bed, unable to toss and turn to get comfortable and dispel the persistent memories.
“You ought to be asleep yourself.”
He honestly didn’t know why he hadn’t expected it. He could damn well guess it was the very same nightmares that had driven him from his bed that brought Willem here as well. It was hard to shake, really, the betrayal they’d faced. And it was so much worse for Willem, who’d nearly died.
Still, Tion could see the position Willem was in pained him. But if he was that still...nothing Tion could say would budge his cousin. So instead, he simply closed the distance, standing beside Willem and simply offering himself as a support, if he would take it. The silent offer still allowed the Lannister his pride. He took a moment, drinking in the view.
“When have I ever done as I ought, Will?” It was gentle, teasing--they both knew the irony. Tion had always been slightly more obedient than Willem and Martyn, but when he knew he could get away with it, he tended towards larger, more impressive pranks. But only if he knew he could get away with it. His mother was rather formidable on her own, and she wasn’t afraid to threaten to bring in Uncle Tywin.
beforethesummer:
Willem’s brow furrowed, even as he blinked slightly at his cousin. He didn’t think he’d reopened it. It hurt, certainly, and hurt quite a lot, but. That’s what happened when he started to be active, and that was pretty normal. Especially considering how he’d twisted. Of course it hurt.
“I’m fine, Tion. It just hurts, is all.”
His mouth twisted into a slight, involuntary frown, before he caught himself and settled with a sigh. Leave it to his cousin to try to push past his own boundaries. Still, he would be patient. He could be patient. “Trust me, Will. I can smell the blood.”
beforethesummer:
Willem twisted, ignoring the white-bright flare of agony in his gut even as he sucked in a sharp breath. Alright….that one hurt. That one hurt a lot. Still, he shifted, panting and forcing a grin as he clicked his tongue in friendly reprimand.
“Sword’s heavier, Ti; you’re telegraphing too much. Move the tip last.”
A heavy swish followed by a thud as the sword passed through empty air, the tip burying itself in the ground as Tion overswung. He grunted, pulling the damned thing back, then noticed how forced Willem’s grin was. He paused...and the sharp, metallic scent of blood reached him. Shit.
He’d really hoped to get further into the sparring session before he had to stop and patch Willem up.
“Thanks for the tip, Will. But the match is over anyway--you’ve opened it again.”
His chest ached for a moment in sympathy and worry. He hated how much the wound curtailed his cousin’s life. But he was alive. That mattered more than anything else. It was the thing Tion clung to. He had lived.
beforethesummer:
Willem huffed, amused, and shifted into a modified ready stance again. His reliance on his cane meant he had to modify most parts of a proper form, but so long as it worked? He wasn’t going to complain too much. If he could fight and survive, that was all that really mattered. And if any activity at all was going to result in his gut wrenching, well. Small price to pay, then.
“Then let’s dance, Ti.”
He let a moment pass quietly, looking for an opening. While Martyn was probably the better fighter of the two twins, Willem was more intellectual about it. Which...meant he could pull out some surprises at times. It was refreshing, really--though Tion always had to hold himself back when it happened. His first instinct when things went wrong was to fight dirty. It’d saved both him and Willem once, after all...but it didn’t really go over well on the practice grounds.
An opening! He lunged right, blunted sword aiming for his cousin’s ribs...
beforethesummer:
Willem huffed softly, panting even as he paused just a moment to catch his breath. His core was lit up with pain, but that was fine. He’d come to accept that that was simply a reality of his life, now, and one he could endure. What he could not endure, as it turned out, was idly by and letting others defend him. Learning to fight again was hard. But it would be worth it.
“What, you lookin’ to get a breather?” he threw back, grinning at his cousin.
He took a moment, really examining his cousin, looking for the tell-tale signs. No blood--yet--but he could tell he was in pain. Still...he was still smiling. That had to count for something. He nodded resolutely, hefting the practice sword again. It was too heavy for him, really--at the master-at-arms’ insistence, he’d been trying something bigger than his usual. It certainly seemed to fit his size, given his most recent growth spurt. But Tion was built for speed, not brute strength, and he did struggle a bit with this one.
But it was enough that both of them were getting a good work out, and improving their skills.
“I can keep this up all day, cousin”
@beforethesummer
Training with his cousin had been a nerve wracking experience. He knew well why Willem wanted to push himself so hard, of course. He was pushing just as hard. But when Willem’s wound could re-open at any point...well, it made him nervous. Still...he wasn’t about to go easy on his best sparring partner. “Had enough yet, Will?”
