❝ oath.

so strike me down, take me away. debts are due, it's time to pay. face what i deserve. here comes judgment day. i won't run, the guilt is mine. too long denying all my crimes. face what i deserve. here comes judgment day.

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SOFINA MARTELL !

   AT HIS SMILE   ,   and the way her name rests on his tongue   ,   somehow   ,   her cheeks flame once again.   the dornish heat never had this much power over her   ,   but she still hoped he might believe the sun as a viable excuse.   otherwise   ,   it was  painfully  obvious that she was smitten with the future  king.   introduction   ,   or not.   “   dearly   ,   ”   she admits.   “   i miss the water gardens when i am only a stone throw away.   ”   she gives a sheepish shrug.   “   we rarely find reason to leave our palace.   ”   sofina is hardly one to share vulnerabilities but dorne is the closest way to her heart.    “   your coronation is the only reason we’ve been persuaded to journey away.   i’ve never been so far from home.   ”   she plasters a smile on her face   ,   thinking it to be bad taste to imagine being anywhere than his company.   “   if you ever find another reason to visit   ,   your grace   ,   i’d happily be your guide.   ”

     PART OF HIM CAN FEEL IT   ,   the slight pull of his chest    -    towards sofina  ,   as if they are both end of magnets  ,   attracting each other through an uncontrollable and unexplainable pull  .   the OTHER part of him  ,   however  ,   is  as hesitant as always with his own desires and feelings  .   is a king allowed to fall in love  ?    “   ‘tis how i grew up as well  .   my mother would always find things for us to do  ,   rather then venture out    -    she placed a brush into my hand and i never let it go  .   ”    eliar’s lips threaten the shape a smile  ,   though it comes as no surprise  .   he can think of no reason o visit her home other than the chance to see her  ,   but he doesn’t say so  .     “   i would be delighted to see more of it one day  ,   ”    is his quietly spoken response  ,   his heart skips a beat  .    “  until then  ,   however    -    perhaps i could show you my new home  ,   in the meantime  ?  ”

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‘MEDICI: MASTERS OF FLORENCE’ SENTENCE STARTERS MASTER MEME!!

please feel free to change pronouns, locations, titles etc at your pleasure! they will be in italics for ease.

episode one: original sin:  ❝ I can change the world for us. ❞ ❝ We can’t grieve this man, we should celebrate! ❞ ❝ Power breeds enemies. ❞ ❝ I fear you are even more your father than he was. ❞ ❝ Stop making a spectacle of yourself with those tears. ❞ ❝ It is sometimes necessary to do some bad in order to achieve a much greater good. ❞ ❝ Well, we wont let him divide us, will we? ❞ ❝ The city walls have fallen. ❞ ❝ Is it true there will be war? ❞ ❝ They have no clothes… ❞ ❝ I hope you didn’t mind me staring. ❞ ❝ There is more to life than money, you know. ❞ ❝ You don’t have a choice. Neither of us do. ❞ ❝ For 100 Florins my lips are sealed forever. ❞ ❝ Will you betray us? ❞ ❝ I don’t want you to leave, ever again. Do you understand? ❞ ❝ I am in love with you! ❞ ❝ Go, or I will have you thrown out. Guards! ❞ ❝ Gentlemen don’t hold pens, we wield swords! ❞

episode two: the dome and the domicile: ❝ There are men at the door! ❞ ❝ This is not a bank, if you want gold go there. ❞ ❝ I am not accustomed to being made to wait. ❞ ❝ Romantic, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ Darling, are you unwell? ❞ ❝ Will everyone please stop fussing over me? ❞ ❝ You are as pale as a ghost. ❞ ❝ Is he handsome? ❞ ❝ Your tongue is too sharp! ❞ ❝ I do not appreciate being mated like cattle. ❞ ❝ I did not choose this union either. ❞ ❝ You will be loyal to me and only to me, do you understand?❞ ❝ A viper cornered may strike anyone. ❞ ❝ I can’t get her out of my mind. ❞ ❝ I was not invited, but I came anyway. ❞ ❝ I’m a genius ahead of my time. ❞ ❝ I wish I shared your optimism. ❞ ❝ This folly will only hasten their demise. ❞ ❝ A foolish man lives for himself, a wise man lives with a purpose. ❞ ❝ I will take away the life that God gave you. ❞ ❝ She’s with child, I am to be a father. ❞ ❝ It’s the black death. ❞

episode three: pestilence: ❝ Since when did the rich become such cowards? ❞ ❝ What are you doing here? You need to leave the city. ❞ ❝ My father gave me this, it will protect you. ❞ ❝ We are all sinners. ❞ ❝ You are not the only one she has hurt. ❞ ❝ Do you love her? ❞ ❝ Legacies make great families, not men. ❞ ❝ How did you escape the city? ❞ ❝ Thank god you’re alive! ❞ ❝ What are you doing? Your place is here with your family! ❞ ❝ We cannot run from it, not from a thing like this. ❞ ❝ You must be exhausted, come and eat. ❞ ❝ I am pleased with you and I am proud of you. ❞ ❝ Don’t wait around here for me to die. ❞ ❝ If God should save anyone it should be the sick and poor. And me. ❞ ❝ Make yourself indispensable and no one will find cause to exclude you. ❞   ❝ There are more ways for a woman to be indispensable than in just bearing children. ❞ ❝ It is so good to see you. ❞ ❝ He is not you. ❞ ❝ I value you and you know that. ❞     ❝ Unhand me! You have no right! ❞   

episode four: judgement day:  ❝ I am innocent. ❞ ❝ I see the money has arrived. ❞ ❝ Punch him! Kick him in the balls! ❞ ❝ I will light a candle for your soul at mass. ❞ ❝ I’m sure you did not mean to start this family meeting without us. ❞ ❝ An innocent man fears nothing. ❞ ❝ You look so well, what a beautiful dress! ❞ ❝ I’m a wealthy man! ❞ ❝ Noble power is ordained by god himself, we exist to rule. ❞ ❝ Stand up and show you’re a man. ❞ ❝ Does our Lord truly forgive all sins? ❞ ❝ You used me! ❞ ❝ What about honour? My honour? ❞ ❝ Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. ❞ ❝ You were paid to poison my wine! ❞ ❝ We didn’t mean to deceive you. ❞ ❝ We invade at midnight! ❞ ❝ We have to get you out of here, the family cannot survive without you. ❞ ❝ I do not fear death. ❞ ❝ There is no “us” if you are gone. ❞ ❝ Everything can be sacrificed. ❞ ❝ You are not the man he is and you know that. ❞ ❝ You think noble blood entitles you to rule the world, not anymore. ❞ ❝ What have you done? ❞ ❝ How could you put your own needs before the needs of my family? ❞ ❝ If we leave it broken like this between us we will grow into the break. ❞

episode five: temptation: ❝ They have banished me. ❞ ❝ You should leave the city, it is not safe here. ❞     ❝ There’s a ball tomorrow night, you must come. ❞ ❝ No one will speak to me! Surely you understand my position.❞ ❝ We cannot buy our way to freedom. ❞ ❝ I hate to think of you alone here. ❞ ❝ He misses out on your beauty. ❞ ❝ While we dine in luxury the common man is suffering. ❞ ❝ I almost won you over though, didn’t I? ❞ ❝ I’m married. Get dressed and leave. ❞ ❝ What will they do if I return you to the palace?Will they beat you? ❞ ❝ It’s a trick. Magic. ❞ ❝ What would you do if you were in my position ❞ ❝ Perhaps I hate what has become of you but I could never hate you. ❞ ❝ I realized I never stopped loving you. ❞ ❝ I’ve never known a man to resist your charms. ❞ ❝ It would be a shame to have to ruin your beauty. ❞ ❝ I thought I’d die, I lost a shoe! ❞ ❝ I am your humble servant. ❞ ❝ I hope you have prayed for your sins, ❞ ❝ I was a gift! He is my master now. ❞ ❝ How did you know that I wouldn’t betray you? ❞ ❝ You can be anything you want, you can lose yourself to pleasure. ❞ ❝ Come with me, I know I can make you happy. ❞ ❝ There are greater causes than our happiness. ❞ 

episode six: ascendancy: ❝ There were hundreds of them all chanting our names! ❞ ❝ You lied to me. ❞ ❝ How is it that my whole family has returned yet I feel more alone than ever? ❞ ❝ You must find a wife of noble blood soon. ❞ ❝ Surprises seem to be your forte at the moment. ❞ ❝ Do you intend to hold your piece forever? ❞ ❝ You thought you were a martyr but you were nothing but a child with a paper sword. ❞ ❝ Had I the choice again perhaps I would let you die. ❞ ❝ The leash you think is in your hand is around your neck. ❞ ❝ Remember to whom you speak! ❞ ❝ Our home will still be here when I am gone. ❞ ❝ Have you come to make fun of me? ❞ ❝ You and me, we are the same. I just want you to know you are not alone. ❞ ❝ You have a friend here. ❞ ❝ Why are you shutting me out? ❞ ❝ Was it such an unforgivable treason to have saved your life?❞ ❝ You’re in no position to judge me. ❞ ❝ Yes, I flirted with him. He even asked me to go away but I didn’t. ❞     ❝ That was your duty as my wife! ❞ ❝ What of your duty as my husband? ❞ ❝ Who are we to take this man’s life? ❞   ❝ If you are wise, you will not return. ❞ ❝ This way! Follow me! ❞

episode seven: purgatory: ❝ So cruelly torn from this world by the swords of sinners. ❞ ❝ There are always threats. Enemies. I choose to eat with my back to the wall. ❞ ❝ Well, you do it… How hard can it be? ❞ ❝ You must not torture yourself.❞ ❝ What if the truth only brought you pain? ❞ ❝ What exactly is it that you accuse me of? ❞ ❝ All men are capable of murder! ❞ ❝ Perhaps I should run away, nobody would even notice if I was gone. ❞ ❝ So what’s keeping you awake? ❞ ❝ You shouldn’t talk that way about yourself, you’re so much more than that. ❞ ❝ It was just a dream. It’s alright, I’m here. ❞ ❝ I will stay with you in case your nightmares return. ❞ ❝ I’ll sleep better alone. ❞ ❝ A woman of your intelligence should not delude herself. ❞ ❝ There is no mercy in his heart, it is made of stone. ❞ ❝ The only comfort I have is that you now know what sort of monster you are married to. ❞ ❝ I implore you not to listen to their lies. ❞ ❝ He has locked me out of his heart. ❞ ❝ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞ ❝ We must ensure that we have his undivided loyalty. ❞ ❝ I cannot let you go! ❞ ❝ There is no sum of money in the world large enough to make me raise a hand against this family. ❞ 

episode eight: epiphany: ❝ You think she is with child? ❞ ❝ I don’t think that I can ever forgive you for that. ❞ ❝ For some women, falling pregnant, it’s all too easy. ❞ ❝ You know what must be done, you always do. ❞ ❝ Do you know who the father of your child is? ❞ ❝ If you ever speak to me like that again you will be on your way to the slave market in Genoa. ❞ ❝ You always get what you want in the end. ❞ ❝ I was going to leave you. ❞ ❝ I just found him lying dead in the cells. He’s been stabbed. ❞ ❝ Many will die, blood will run through the streets and your position will be secured. ❞ ❝ Everything I have ever done has been for Florence, for you, for the greater glory of god. ❞ ❝ I would be glad to offer you my services. ❞ ❝ I am more my father than he ever was, that is why God is punishing me. ❞ ❝ Perhaps this child is an opportunity for both of us.❞ ❝ I have sins of my own. But as long as we can breathe, there is a chance that we can atone for them. ❞ ❝ I will help you. ❞ ❝ This matter is better left alone. ❞ ❝ I will marry her! ❞ ❝ A stallion may mount a donkey and get a mule, I like mules! ❞ ❝ You have not become your father, you are a better man than he ever was. ❞ ❝ You’re with child? Are you sure? ❞ ❝ It will be a boy, we’re sure of it. ❞

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CORONATION OUTFIT    —    eliar lannister.

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VERA ARRYN !

   HER NOSE SCRUNCHES.   “   well   ,   i suppose i can bear it.   it shan’t affect me much.   i figure we’ll be returning to the vale shortly after the coronation.   ”   the idea of going home brings a smile to her face.   she can’t wait to return to her bed.   “   the mountains.   my family hails from the eyrie.   ”   there’s obvious pride to her words.   “   what of you   ,   sir   ?   are you from king’s landing   ?   ”

     WIDE SHOULDERS SHRUG,    and bryn nods his agreement.   “   oh  ,   aye  .   well  ,  after everyone drinks themselves drunk first ,   of course   .   ”   he knows how noble dinner parties go  ,  so he can’t imagine the hangovers a royal coronation will cause.   “   the eyrie  !   i’ve been there  ,   actually   .   ‘tis very beautiful  .   ”   he huffs a short breath  ,   a smirk visible under copper - toned stubble  .   “   ah  ,   yes   -   born and bred here  ,   i’m afraid   .   i traveled quite a bit before returning  ,   though  .   ”   bray winks  .   “   i suppose i missed the stench  ,   aye ?   ”

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PERSEPHONE TYRELL !

it had taken sephy several moments to realise her huge mistake, taking off-guard by his first comment towards her. she could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment and just hoped that the male hadn’t realised what she’d actually said. “i’m glad. that wouldn’t be my intention, your grace.” she replied, correcting her previous mistake. it was obvious who this male was now. she looked at the painting in front of her, knowing even if she didn’t take to it, she’d have to pretend in order to not offend the future king. “a work of art. how long have you been painting for? you quite clearly have a talent.”

eliar’s facial expression doesn’t change,  though his mouth switches into a slight frown at the correction   -   your grace falls from the woman’s lips quite easily,  and suddenly eliar remembers his place.   he bows his head in a more formal greeting,  sucking in a deep breath and releasing it as a sigh.   “ the entirety of my life has thus far been filled with the arts   -   painting being my favored hobby,  of course.   but you are far too kind.   this is merely a   ...   work in progress,  shall we say ?   most likely to be discarded when the day is through. ”   his hands are wringing themselves sore behind his back ;   he hasn’t allowed his work to be seen in many moons,  and his nerves are getting the better of him.   “ my apologies,  but i seem to be rather bad a pinning names with faces, ”   he says flatly,  his head tilting as he awaits her greeting.

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DROGON TARGARYEN !

It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room,or at least out of the Dragon lords own lungs. Eyes, purple and haunting, were intimately focused on the King-to-be. Drogon did not bow, he did nothing that could have showed that he condoned the Lannister as the Rightful heir.  Instead, he remained still. A looming black and red shadow against the back lit sun of the blackwater. This is my home, he wanted to shout. My ancestors built this palace and Daenerys returned it to us again.  It is mine, It is mine. Drogon could not think of anything else to say, he could barely think of anything that wasn’t this red bricked castle. “Drogon Targaryen, yes.” he replied, stiffly and after a long silence. “-and you are Eliar.” he said, not a question but a statement of fact. “I am sure we all miss home. Does Casterly Rock not call to you?” 

Eliar is not foolish enough to believe that there remains any sliver of respect between the two houses,  the leaders of both finding themselves before one another just days before the coronation of a Lannister king.   He can feel the tension as though it was a physical bar between them   -   though the prince feels no large amount of discomfort.   Eliar has the upper - hand between the two,  at least for now.

Head tilted in response to Drogon’s words,  Eliar shrugs his shoulders.   “Casterly Rock is no longer my home,”  he replies,  his words meaningful in the stillness between them.   “The Red Keep is where I lay my head these days.  And ...”   for many years to come.

But Eliar pauses,  unsure if he should continue.  His advisors would undoubtedly tell him to stay silent,  and so he clears his throat and follows their silent advice.   “Well,  regardless.  My home is extended to others for the time being,  yes ?  i hope it’s treating you and yours well.”

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TORRHEN GREYJOY !

❛  I DON’T NEED A HORSE .  ❜          he’s quick and blunt to say ,  a half drunk cup of ale still in his hands .  irritation clear and cutting in his tone .  unfair to the man in front of him ,  he knows .  the stablehand is only doing his job .  but apologies rarely escaped his lips and he’s inclined to keep it that way .  instead ,  he gestures to the massive red walls of the keep ,  an explanation prepared and candor on full display .          ❛  i need to get away from those bloody people for a moment ,  least i end up drowning someone in blackwater bay .  and please ,  none of that milord shit .  my name is torrhen ,  and i would prefer you used that instead .   ❜

❛     MY APOLOGIES  ,   THEN  .     ❜          bryn is  not one to show his temper to nobles  ,   though he doubts he has enough energy to do so even if he wanted to  .   a smile stays on his rosy  ,   stubbled cheeks  ,   and he eyes the other with a mixture of amusement and impatience  .   it doesn’t take long before he’s listening once again  ,   and he runs a hand through messy copper  -  toned hair before nodding  .   ❛     well  ,   that i understand quite well  .   they have a special way of   ...   being a bit insufferable  ,   aye  ?   and torrhen it is  ,   so long as you call me bryn and not  ‘ boy ’  or  ‘ shit - shoveler , ’  which is my personal favorite  .     ❜

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ANNALYS STARK !

                     THE CORRIDORS OF THE RED KEEP are much emptier than she would’ve presumed especially due to the copious amounts of houses arriving for the prince’s coronation. shoes click against the marble floor, something oddly unfamiliar in comparison to the floorings of winterfell. although, it seemed that she’d been comparing king’s landing since she’d arrived. her thoughts are something that she’d promised to keep to herself, save for her husband, especially so when the prince enters her line of sight.  ❝  i assume the events leading up to your coronation would be quite so,  ❞  her voice rings out gently.  ❝  although, perhaps once this is all over and done with, the mess will soon clear.  ❞  there’s a small tap to her own head, to indicate which mess she clearly meant. 

                    THOUGHTS OF HIS CORONATION have not subsided since his uncle’s death.   he has not actively been a part of the plans surrounding the occasion,  though many have tried to corner him into making decisions   -   what color table runners,  the flavor of ham   ...   none of which eliar had any interest in.   his only interest,  however nerve-racking,  was of the act of ruling in and of itself   -   the years of which his coronation was only the beginning.   and so eliar is hardly amused at the other’s words,   though he doubts they were meant in jest.   ❝  i fear the mess will only worsen after the coronation,  ❞   the prince responds,  sucking a breath in through his teeth.   ❝  the act of ruling seems a little more complex than choosing a flavor of cake ...  ❞

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SOFINA !

   THE TIPS OF   her ears warm as he observes her nature.   sofina  almost feels shy   ,   but   ,   the way her eyes mirror his as she looks up to him with a sparkle in her eye is unmistakable.   although it was his art that’d caught her attention   ,   she’s startled to find herself  truly  interested in the prince and his hobby.   “   i am glad i did not cause you offence   ,   your grace.   ”   her smile widens as he lessens the distance between them.   “   please   ,    forgive me for the late introduction.   ”   sofina says   ,   taking a step back.   the woman coyly reclaims the gap between them as she gathers the fabric of her yellow dress.   with a gentle curtsey to the lannister prince   ,   she introduces herself   ,   “   i am princess sofina martell of dorne.   ”

     THE SUN MIGHTbe shining a little brighter ,  as would explain the princess’ sudden flush of rosy color .   she could still be acclimating to king’s landing’s climate ,  or perhaps her dress is made of thick fabric .   any reason ,  of course ,  other than blushing for him .   eliar finds that to be quite the impossible thing to have happen .   “   no need for apologies   -   i have not introduced myself either ,  though i fear it would be rather unnecessary ,  and would turn you away if i were to state my title .   ”   his eyes linger on sofina for longer than he usually looks at anyone ,  though he finds himself unable not to .   eliar bends his back in a slight bow ,   a rare smile playing at the corners of his lips .   “   princess sofina ,   ”   he greets formally ,   straightening his back once more   -   it feels odd to be the one bowing .   “   i’ve visited dorne only once ,  but i feat that was many years ago ,  now .   do   ...   do you miss it ?   home ,  i mean ?   ”

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AASHIRYA !

BATTLES UNWAGED BY WAR WERE battles unlikely to be won. no fear of bloodshed, and no kingdoms to conquer meant that such struggles had no real place in the world for one to mourn or defeat. aashirya wondered if such struggles in his majesty’s mind would cast ghosts over westeros, haunting his throne with a burden of unresolved grief. an omen of death. and many had such high hopes for the lion. the priestess approached the king, expression blank and tongue devoid of anything lighthearted and congratulatory.           ❛   i doubt anyone would want to cast judgemental words upon someone as close as you are to the iron throne, your majesty. but many kings would rather paint cities with enemy blood. i’d much rather be looking at spilt paint than the former.   ❜

HE LOOKS CONFUSED, AT FIRST,    as though he hasn’t understood the meaning of the other’s words.   he thinks he knows her,  or at least who she is   -   what she is.   a red priestess.   he knows it doesn’t change much of anything   ( not to him, anyway )   but he finds that his head turns slightly to the side,  tilting in a rare sort of curiosity borne from being sheltered for so long.               ❛   you would be rather surprised at my life, then.   people are eager to judge   -   at least,  that is how it seems.   painting has never served any purpose other than   ...   well,  other than judgment and reason for chastisement.   and yet,  i continue.   what is it about humans that make us love hardships so,  i wonder ?   ❜

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Pick it up. You pick it up. 

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LILIYANA !

                     DESPITE THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND, the gaping hole in her heart is not caused by it. instead, it was from the significant absence of her stablehand in her life. with the abrupt death of mykal, the two had managed to keep each other at an arm’s length, though proving to be much harder than ever when the two were alone. such as now. lips are pressed into a thin line as a hum resonates through the small, dimly lit room. the slamming of feet draw her attention towards the open window and there’s no stopping the smile that already makes its presence known on her face. jumping from her seat, long forgotten are her thread and needle as she bounds towards him. arms wrap around him almost immediately, face resting in the crook of his neck to take in his familiar scent. her eyes close in blissfulness before a hand swats at his back.  ❝  you should not have come so late, brynjolf mallory !! there are many eyes in the dead of night. ❞

                    HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S DONE IS DANGEROUS, but what’s life without the thrill of being chased ? bryn lives off of adrenaline, and he finds no such excitement in the stables of the red keep  -  nor does he find a beauty as unsurpassable as liliyana’s in the hay covered floor of his makeshift home. it was upon pure instinct that the stablehand ran to her, as always; as if his heart was connected by a thread to hers, though bryn isn’t as confident as to say she feels the same. he doesn’t think on it, however, as lily’s arms around him so a very good job of erasing any thought other than the warmth of her body against his, and the sweet, intoxicating smell of her hair against his cheek. he hugs her back firmly, lifting her from the ground momentarily just as she chastises him. bryn holds back a chuckle  -  but doesn’t hide it overly well.   ❝  oh, aye ?? and it would have been safer in the light of day, hm ??  ❞   he teases gently, letting her slide back to the ground as he smiles widely at the sight of her smiling countenance.   ❝   you cannot think me strong enough to resist seeing you ... but enough about me !!  -   how are you ?? gods, i’ve missed you.  ❞

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JARION !

Jarion was surprised when he heard the familiar voice coming from the person in front of him. Of course it was something that the crown prince would do, sneak into his own throne room unseen, a robe over his usual armor so that no one would recognize him. Jarion understood, he didn’t want all the fuss over him to begin just yet and of course the king’s guard respected that. Bowing his head slightly, so that he would draw too much attention to them, he offered the crown prince a small smile and nodded his head. “Well, we are in fact waiting for someone, the crown prince. There are many nobles waiting for him to make an appearance so that they can make their presence known to him.” 

Eliar doesn’t find many reasons to be thankful these days,  though Jarion’s silent agreement to keep his presence here a secret is tugging at the emotion presently.   He crosses his arms,  the sleeves of the thick robs coming far over his hands   -   the original owner must have been a much large man than Eliar.   “ Their presence known, ”   he repeats flatly, quietly,  eyeing the surrounding nobles with a small amount of contempt on his features.   “ You mean to say they wait impatiently to ask things of me that I could not possibly give them ? ”   A rare lilt of his voice,  the king - to - be’s expression blanking once again.   “ They shall wait longer,  for I am in no mood to entertain their requests at present.   Would you mind taking a short walk with me,  Ser Jarion ?   I wish for fresh air   -   but not without your protection. ”

[clairelizfraser]

Jamie Fraser in every episode: 1x05 → Rent

[lionmade-blog1]

VERA !

   FINGERS TRACE UNDERNEATH   the line as she reads   ,   her terrible vision forcing her to squint as she absorbs the fine details and rules of economics.   despite finding the texts riveting   ,   a mild headaches forces her to abandon it after a few pages.   tired of squinting   ,   she props an elbow on the iron railing of the bench and closing her eyes.   immediately   ,   she frowns.   her eyes reopen.   “   does king’s landing always…   ”   vera gives the air another sniff.   “   …smell  like that   ?   ”

     BRYN KNOWS HOW HARD    adjusting to new surroundings can be   -   after all, he’s traveled most of his adult life ,  and can surely see the struggles of adaptation .   even on a walk in a familiar part of the city ,  bryn feels out of place for no reason at all   -   having recently returned to king’s landing’s walls ,  the stablehand is still readjusting .   he smiles easily ,   his nostrils flaring as if to try and catch a whiff of what the y young lady spoke of .   “ i’m afraid so ,  milady , ”   is his humored response ,   his features trying desperately to hide a smile .   “ aye ,  it’s not usually a lovely smell   -   but it fairs worse with all the new folk around .   from where do you hail ,   if i may ask ? ”

[lionmade-blog1]

@prayersbound   -   liliyana westerling.

it’s been weeks,  close to months.   if bryn had his way,  he and liliyana’s time apart would never reach past a day   -   but happenstances have been difficult,  to say the very least.   he can still feel the dirt under his nails from that night,  the moonlight the only witness to their crime.   he didn’t hesitate   -   the body was light on his shoulders,  the need to help lily far surpassing any physical restraints brought about by hauling mykal’s limp form from the house to his final resting place.   he hasn’t once regretted it,  always willing to do everything and anything for her   -   and that will never change,  he thinks.   and so it’s no surprise when the copper - headed stablehand finds his way to her house,  all the way from the red keep’s stables,  his hair a mess and his chest heaving from the journey.

he climbs to the window quite easily despite the tiredness in his arms and legs,  and slips in gracefully   -   he’d hoped it would be open,  since the night is cool and the wind is refreshing.   his boots land on the floor,  smile already on his features ;  though he makes no move towards lily,  still afraid of his own feelings for the other.   “ lily ! ”   he says, outstretching his arms as if to say ‘ i’m here! ’ as his smile widens at the sight of her.