[fethas]

𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲  𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻  :  tasnim’s  father  ,  blinded  by  rage  and  fury  over  her  bastard  status  ,  has  attempted  to  assassinate  both  her  and  her  mother  thrice  .  tasnim  retaliated  once  ,  and  thus  was  the  last  time  the  man  attempted  to  separate  her  head  from  her  shoulders  .

[fethas]

𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲  𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻  :  tasnim’s  father  ,  blinded  by  rage  and  fury  over  her  bastard  status  ,  has  attempted  to  assassinate  both  her  and  her  mother  thrice  .  tasnim  retaliated  once  ,  and  thus  was  the  last  time  the  man  attempted  to  separate  her  head  from  her  shoulders  .

[jessiemieli]

Sansa Stark in A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (8.02)

[unrealunearths]

The Queen in the North!

[fethas]

ofloyaltiies​.

HE’S SEEN HER around njoran before, that is for sure —- though never face to face. she has the distinguished but cold look of one of the few njoran nobles. aric always tried his best to get out of situations where he needed to mingle with the highborns. he liked to fool around with ladies in his youth, though he grew bored of their antics quickly. her face gives him a double take, and her eyes make him stop in his tracks. the face is much too familiar —- and the eyes, well, they’re a mirror reflection. “aye. boring waters, but waters nonetheless.” he sighs, unable to take his eyes off hers. there’s no way she knows him more than what he is to most of the kingdom’s people. first mate. ulrik’s shadow. he often wondered about the lady of fe’thas, after he sailed for two years. he hadn’t expected to leave a baby in her belly, and there was no way of asking ( or truly knowing ) now. “how’s your mother?” he calls, out of GENUINE curiosity. he loved her once, the way only a nineteen year old sailor can love a noble girl, married off too soon to someone who isn’t him. 

there  was  nothing  quite  like  the  dull  grey  of  her  eyes  to  make  her  . . .  angry  .  the  eyes  of  a  man  she  didn’t  get  to  know  :  the  eyes  that  brought  forth  hell  for  the  lady  .  her  looks  were  all  her  mother  !  the  hidden  beauty  ,  grace  and  the  warmth  she  wore  as  an  innocent  child  .  the  length  of  her  hair  ,  the  rich  brown  ,  the  pointed  nose  .  call  her  a  carbon  copy  ,  but  those  eyes  .  they  were  his  .  the  man  who  had  impregnated  her  mother  ,  nights  before  her  wedding  .  (  you  hate  him  ,  even  if  you  didn’t  know  him  .  you  hate  those  eyes  of  his  ,  your  eyes  ,  and  you  hate  that  you  can’t  hate  him  enough  )  .

❝  why  soil  the  sanctity  of  the  sea  by  making  due  with  it  ?  ❞  she  rebutted  .  eyes  clashes  with  matching  pair  ,  an  identical  grey  .  like  looking  in  a  mirror  .  (  it’s  not  his  fault  ,  the  way  you  harshly  glare  at  him  :  first  mate  .  had  he  not  bore  a  title  of  respect  ,  you  would  want  nothing  to  do  with  this  man  )  .  ❝  she’s  ill  ,  sir  aric  .  ❞  she  replied  blankly  ,  and  hides  the  troubled  worry  she  bores  for  her  well  .  ❝  i’m  here  in  her  stead  .  ❞

[commanderlexas]

Sansa Stark ➳ 8x02 

[ravellasmallwood]

Stay with me. I cannot. Yes, you can.

[fethas]

               𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬    𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺    𝑵𝑶𝑻    𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬    𝑨    𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬

@yangbaozhai

[fethas]

brightgleam​

STARTER for @fethas​

“YOU HAVE LOVELY HAIR,” trystan remarked to the lady, hair curtaining his face while he kept his hands firmly clasped in front of him. despite his… lack of magic. he still fears. he always fears.

“WHAT KINGDOM ARE YOU FROM?” he asks as a buffer, something to…fill the dead air.

it’s not with GRACE that she accepts the compliment. the girl’s not used to kindness, and flinches away from the man. a frown settled between her brows as the lady of njoran gazes pointedly at him. ❝ what a weird thing to say. ❞

her hands adjust the leather bodice on her waist, pulling it down slightly to try and recover from the sudden words. ❝ njoran. ❞ & she has to bite herself to remark that soon she would be moved to killurn, if the engagement continues. ❝ proudly so. ❞

[fethas]

WHY    SHOULD    I    SHOULD    APOLOGIZE    for    the    monster    i’ve    become    ?    has    anyone    ever    apologized    for    turning    me    into    one    ?    all    hail    lady    tasnim    of    house    fe’thas    ,    wolf    blood    dame    &    future    princess    of    killurn    .

they    loved    you    ,    an    endless    shower    of    care    . . .    that    is    until    you    took    your    first    look    at    the    world    around    you    &    show    cased    the    dull    grey    of    your    eyes    that    didn’t    belong    to    your    mother    ,    nor    to    your    ‘    father    ’    .    he    became    so    cold    ,    distant    ,    &    you    were    taught    to    cry    in    his    presence    .    babe    in    your    mother’s    arm    ,    girl    playing    with    her    skirts    ,    or    woman    dressed    in    your    silks    .

he    broke    you    soon    after    you    first    bled    ,    bruises    littered    ‘    precious    ’    face    ,    cuts    ruined    your    back    ,    slaps    reddened    cheeks    .    he    gave    you    a    sword    &    demanded    you    to    fight    !    he    pushed    you    deep    in    the    water    &    told    you    to    breathe    .    so    you    ripped    your    skirts    ,    doused    your    body    in    leather    &    built    a    wall    around    yourself    so    high    that    not    even    your    mom    could    save    you    from    yourself    .

he    tried    to    sell    you    to    useless    men    that    spat    you    out    when    you    bit    ,    &    the    beatings    became    harsher    as    each    betrothal    fell    through    .    but    you    remember    your    mother    taking    you    to    killurn    as    a    child    ,    to    take    you    from    your    hateful    father    &    escape    .    &    you    remember    the    promise    of    your    hand    to    a    kind    prince    .

YOU    REMEMBER    HIM    MEETING    A    SOFT    LAMB    ,    but    now    ,    you    met    him    as    a    wild    thrashing    beast    .    you    bit    ,    you    snarled    ,    you    shook    ,    but    they    trapped    you    in    an    alliance    between    kingdoms    .    but    you    are    a    warrior    aren’t    you    ?    &    a    warrior    does    not    succumb    to    defeat    so    easily    .

[wynafryd-manderly]

Who would have to know?

[fethas]

necromantiiic​.

it was an evening like any other, spent brewing potions of a sort for her nightly rest. she had run out of blisterwort, and she was in desperate need of it. surely she could peruse the gardens so late at night. surely there would be no one there to stop her from gathering blisterwort from their stores.

she did so with little resistance, and as she made her way back to her room, she thought she…did not recognize these halls. she pushed in a door that was similar to her room’s, and she stopped in her tracks at the sight of someone else…and their room.

“GODS. FORGIVE ME. I…SEEM TO HAVE LOST MY ROOM.”

friends      attempted      to      get      the      bodice      off      slender      body      ,      &      slip      the      lady      (      future      princess      of      killurn      )      into      a      much      more      appropriate      . . .      dress      .      but      who      else      would      have      none      of      it      if      not      her      ?      but      the      door      open      as      they      manage      to      slip      it      from      her      blouse      ,      &      panicked      !      they      scatter      ,      &      knife      is      gripped      by      firm      hand      while      the      other      holds      chest      as      if      the      woman      could      see      through      the      thin      fabric      .      ❝      what      ?      did      your      room      suddenly      grow      legs      &      run      away      ?      ❞

[hithewalls]

[fethas]

ofloyaltiies​

open starter location: welkin’s nearby river

AFTER A LONG night of false pleasantries and insufficient amounts of ale, aric was as restless as ever. the fitful few hours of sleep he’d gotten the night before were etched in his face. he took a breath before submerging his head in the ice cold river water. it didn’t feel as good as sea water, but it would have to serve. he came up for air minutes later, shaking off the excess beads of moisture from his hair and beard, and opening his eyes to a person standing above the shore line, by his tunic. “if i knew i had an audience, i would have stayed under for longer. i can double my time, if you’ve got the patience to count.” he called swimming backwards, grey eyes cast on his unexpected visitor. “the current’s not so bad, near the shore here. i won’t be here forever, if you want to take a dip.”

those      of      njoran      were      people      who      could      easily      be      told      apart      from      others      a      mile      away      !      the      look      of      brutes      they      wore      ,      the      unconventional      clothing      . . .      even      of      a      girl      ,      with      looks      as      fragile      as      the      rippling      water      ,      she      wore      such      that      people      have      no      qualms      in      identifying      her      as      a      lady      of      njoran      .      lady      .      she      spat      on      that      title      ,      &      she      spat      on      the      belief      that      women      ,      no      matter      where      ,      were      tools      for      heirs      &      nothing      more      .

she’s      not      a      shy      woman      .      &      when      the      man      in      breaches      surfaced      ,      she      did      not      avert      her      eyes      .      if      he      so      wanted      to      expose      himself      ,      then      so      shall      he      .      she      is      not      as      cruel      to      kinsman      ,      &      not      to      a      man      with      a      name      such      as      first      mate      .      ❝      oh      ,      believe      me      when      i      say      i      do      not      have      any      plans      on      taking      a      dip      in      such      boring      waters      .      ❞

[fethas]

forestborns​.

open starter location: a random hallway near alastair’s chambers

ALASTAIR COULDN’T BELIEVE he was having to do this himself. it may have been a deal easier to smuggle six bottles of wine from the banquet, but he’d artfully delayed his arrival until the next day. artfully, as in he made sure his horse would not advance into welkin all evening, feigning ignorance as to why the docile creature would not budge. the brunet had made it almost all the way from the cellars to his chambers unnoticed, until the goblet he’d brought along slipped from his grasp underneath his surcoat and clattered on the ground with a resounding noise. he gave a sheepish smile to the person walking by as he was forced to kneel and empty the contents of his thievery, in fear that the glass bottles would drop and shatter. “if you help me with these, i’ll part with a bottle for you, and you can pretend you never saw me.”

the      grime      of      the      hunt      stuck      to      rough      skin      ,      &      it      appeared      as      if      the      exhaustion      she      carried      around      burdened      her      .      NO      ,      you      would      never      see      the      good      lady      of      house      fe’thas      in      a      dress      ,      or      swamped      in      ornaments      that      made      moving      almost      impossible      (      you      swore      each      step      sounded      like      a      symphony      )      .      in      an      attire      befitting      of      her      instead      .      the      colors      of      her      mother’s      name      ,      &      a      light      leather      bodice      that      framed      a      white      blouse      &      pants      .      GOD      HAVE      MERCY      .

the      goblet      clattered      at      her      feet      ,      &      a      man      who      would      have      gone      unnoticed      suddenly      became      a      person      of      interest      .      she’s      cold      :      the      strange      blue      of      her      eyes      icy      on      the      man      she      knows      is      not      of      njoran      .      brows      arch      ,      &      she      has      half      a      mind      to      kick      a      bottle      .      ❝      aren’t      you      being      too      familiar      ?      ❞

[parkaster-deactivated20220907]

                   𝐒𝐇𝐄     𝐈𝐒     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄     𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍     𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋