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dorian:

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“of course. anything is possible,” dry and humorless as he looked at her with a raised brow. dorian blocked her blows effortlessly, smirking as she stayed in an almost mocking stance. “are you coping?” he raised the spear again to stop her once more. he found talking about feelings to be exhausting but he didn’t want people to feel that they couldn’t express themselves. when people started to express themselves he found that the song of steel made all problems go away.

he moved with caution, careful in his steps watching her moves, thinking ahead of her. dorian side stepped her, shaking his head, “you’re not very good. i’m disappointed. i expected better, little princess.” he twirled the spear, showing off as he moved toward her, as a boy he admired the tales fighters as great as areo hotah, better than oberyn martell. dorian wasn’t a man that danced but he could say that sparring was the same as dancing.

“there are many councils meeting. so many people whisper in the dark.” dorian stepped back, “maybe we shouldn’t use the spear? the last thing i want to do is hurt you.” the teasing returned to his voice, a rare thing but he was at east when he was with someone that didn’t frustrate him.

“have you been too busy with needles and sweet cakes.”

are you coping ? a question innocent enough , yet jo does not have an answer. not a good one at least , beyond the jape that leaves her lips. “ beyond the odd little inclination scream myself hoarse , i’d say i’m doing as well as anyone’s expected to be in this situation. ”

dorian took a step to the side the very moment joanna raised her spear to strike , causing the stark princess to very nearly topple to the ground. she caught herself at the last moment , her boots digging into the packed dirt of the training yard. in the brief moment she allowed herself a moment’s respite — dorian’s taunts rang through her ears and with it , a white - hot flame alit in the young woman’s eyes.

propelling the rest of her body forwards from her heels , joanna leapt in the air and brought her spear down hard against dorian’s. “ needles ? sweet cakes ? has our time apart muddled your memory of me ? ” joanna teased between a barely - concealed grimace and a swing of her spear. “ i must say i’m almost hurt , dear dorian. ”

#♛ interactions — (joanna)#( joanna & dorian 001 )#tw needles

valyria:

RESTLESS IN A WAY that denotes uncertainty, valyria had long since abandoned the hope of sleep. tossing & turning, dreams filled with visions of violence & strife had keep her in a fitful sleep before the princess had crept from the room. to where she was going, she didn’t know, everything unfamiliar. too much uncertainty had always vexed the princess, had always made her that much more aware of her own shortcomings. of the lack of whatever it was that allowed those of her name to meet conflicts with a steely gaze & unfaltering strength that valyria frequently wished for & cursed herself for not having.

this uncertainty brought her into the sacred wood, light gaze sweeping around her surroundings. a figure, distinct & known enough to her that even in the dim light valyria could place without doubt. “ aegon ! ” perhaps not ? was her mind that riddled in confusion that she had mistaken another for her brother ? “ aegon, ” she voiced as she came closer, a breath of relief escaping her when faced. “ there’s nothing to forgive, ” valyria accepted easily. the posed question returned her attention to the wood around them, her immediate response not one valyria would dare voice.

“ it is beautiful. ” almost enough so to soothe her anxieties, but the stark contrast of crimson leaves against the bark only adding to the unfamiliarity around them. “ have you come to seek the old gods ? ” curiosity in her tone, head tilted to look up to her brother.

an easy laugh bubbles from the back of aegon’s throat , bouncing off the ancient wood where two dragons stood in the cool , starless night. “ perhaps . they’re certainly more mysterious than our seven , aren’t they sister ? stones and trees and steams and such , each twig something divine . a simple man might even call it poetic. ”

“ i could do without the faces though .” he says after a moment , dark purple eyes flitted back towards the strange expressive features carved into the wood. “ it’s said that the old gods watch men from the faces in the weirwood trees. do you suppose that’s why we don’t have any in our godswood ? just that silly old oak. ”

aegon turned to face his younger sister once again , a touch of concern sitting atop his furrowed brow. “ you’re still awake. could you not sleep lyria ? is something troubling you ? ” a second question hangs in the air , unspoken – is someone troubling you ? ”

#♚ interactions — (aegon)#( aegon & valyria 001 )#this mfer talking about TREES

eliar:

eliar knew he was not on brannon lefford’s best side . as far as he was aware , it seemed like an impossible feat . however , it was also not a mark of honor he was overly interested in pursuing , so the possibility of achieving it was not one he had considered greatly . the man had been close with his late father , at least to his understanding , and most of the trouble stemmed from eliar’s breaking off the betrothal that brannon and his father had arranged for him . yet , perhaps it was earlier than that : brannon seemed to be concerned with most of the things that felt stifling to eliar , maybe that was the real trouble .

usually , eliar was unbothered by this truth — but usually lord lefford did not try to keep him from his sister . at the words his brow creases , icy grey eyes staring the hand of the king down . ‘ i’m not looking for an audience , ’ he says , titles falling from the list of things relevant to this exchange in his mind . ‘ i’m looking for my sister . ’ the worst part is that he knows he cannot give brannon a suitable reason , but it felt needed . before this unease that gripped eliar was reserved to that which came when thoughts told him he would be trapped if he lingered much longer , likely because traveled by naive young man he was : that was the worst he could imagine . now that unease comes with new whispers , this his attempt at silencing them .

there were few traits that brannon could not tolerate in young lordlings — immaturity and irresponsibility , especially in regards to ones duties , sat quite high on that list. perhaps it had something to do with brannon’s the resentment the warden of the west felt towards his own father & his weak grasp on his region , or perhaps it was brannon’s sheer distaste for idle hands & wasted potential. all of that he might have be able to withstand in eliar , had the young umber’s sudden thirst for adventure not thrown a wrench in brannon’s plans.

“ yes. your sister , who i might remind you is also your queen. ” brannon resisted the urge to roll his eyes , instead giving the young lordling a look that said don’t you know i have better things to do ? “ i’m sure you will be able to speak with her once the small council has concluded for the afternoon. but until then , i will tell her that you stopped by. ”

#♞ interactions — (brannon)#( brannon & eliar 001 )#this is... so late i am so sorry

kingdomblessed:

@madefantasy / aegon targaryen

STILL SIMMERING FROM HER INQUISITION, rhaella managed to track down her eldest brother with ease. ❝ aegon, ❞ she greeted once she reached the tower her brother was holed up in. sitting herself down beside him, the anger was clear on her face — not that she was even trying to hide it at this point. ❝ have you heard about the inquisitioners and their questions yet? not only were they horribly personal and irrelevant to the situation, i was asked to reveal my greatest secret. ❞ it was like the dam broke, and rhaella had started almost ranting. ❝ they have no respect for the southern kingdom, knowing my position on the small council — what did they think, that i would just start revealing state secrets?! ❞ letting out a loud hmph like some petulant child, rhaella finally gave her brother a moment to actually speak himself.

aegon flipped through a book of northern histories he’d borrowed from winterfell’s library — beyond being excellent reading material , history books were one of the few things that could put his normally rambunctious younger children down for their afternoon nap. “ ella. ” he welcomed his youngest sister with an easy smile and a sweeping gesture towards a sleeping daeron and saera , in an attempt for her anger to lower a few decibels. as he listened to her condemnations of winterfell’s security , he set his book aside. this would not be a easily - remedied conversation. “ i did , i thought they were terribly entertaining. are the starks so starved for gossip , little sister ?” he teased , settling back into the bed frame. “ and did you reveal any state secrets ? because i wouldn’t fault you if you did , you know. ”

#♚ interactions — (aegon)#( aegon & rhaella 001 )#this man out here thinkin he's a comedian or smth

westheirlands:

CONTINUED FROM HERE

“ HERE I AM ” the words escape like a hiss . “ have you considered our definitions of good could be vastly different , father ? ” he cares very little for greatness , and he thinks this is what brannon expects . “ i was given every advantage to disappoint you . at every turn , it was never enough . you left a shadow that loomed so large and made it abundantly clear that i would never fill it . nothing has ever been enough for you .” he turns his back know , fists clenching and unclenching . “ here you are , pretending that you raised me to greatness rather than berating my shortcomings. pretending that it is i that have failed you . ” finally he turns , to meet his father face to face . “ anthor worships the ground you stand upon , but it is because he does not see you for who you are.” he shrugs , arms outstretched as if there is nothing left to say. “ SO HERE I AM . telling you that i see you . “

“ are you done ? ” brannon asks plainly , a moment after his firstborn child , his heir , has concluded his — what should he call it ? the diatribes of a bitter , ungrateful little boy ? a long - awaited tirade of one who has vastly overestimated his so - called sufferings ? he would call it an attack , but brannon scarcely felt it’s sting. i see you. elyas had said. brannon resisted the urge to scoff at his son’s melodramatics. “ if you have not by all means , please , do go on. ” he looks over to elyas from his desk in the hand’s tower , his normally even - toned voice laced with an edge of ridicule. “ no ? no more clever little remarks ? very well. ” he stood. “ effort , elyas , is all i have ever asked of you. if you would only try to become the man you were born meant to be. the man you were destined to be. and yet you are .. . obsessed with your own failure. it’s almost as though you crave it. ”

#♞ interactions — (brannon)#( brannon & elyas 001 )#he is... so mean....

caeryn:

˙ ˖ ˙ ˖ caeryn had stood flush against the wall for a moment, listening to rhiannon sing. hearing her sing brought him joy ; it brought him peace ; it felt like home. all he could do was think about the nights he’d fallen asleep by her side listening to her sing. her voice was like summer rain ; it comforted him && excited him all the same. caeryn would give anything for things to return back to normal. or, at least, as normal as things could be when you were a prince in love with a girl who your family would never approve of. he always hated the sneaking around && the hiding behind closed doors ━━ what else was one supposed to do when in such a difficult situation ? he yearned to have rhiannon by his side && proudly call her his. but now, there was a part of him that missed the days when they would sneak away when no one was looking.

when he steps away from the wall, he stops in his tracks. there she was. she was as beautiful as always, as brilliant as always, she was… exactly the way he remembered her. it makes his heart skip a beat. it makes his head pound && throat dry. he’s frozen. all he could mutter is a meager : ❝ rhi. ❞ when he speaks, his voice cracks. the aching in his heart intensifies && he feels as if he’s in a dream. a dream he surprisingly wishes he could wake from. a dream that hurt more than it should have.

she always knew how to make him weak at the knees.

for as long as she speaks && for as long as she looks his way, she’s the only person in the room who exists. it isn’t until she finishes speaking that his gaze finds the two children, who are oblivious to the situation. caeryn doesn’t even have to ask to know the answer, but the words slip past his lips.

❝ are they… ? ❞

“ my children. ” rhiannon bites back, a bit too quickly, a bit too protectively. her time amongst the starks of winterfell has turned her into a wolfish woman. “ yes, they are, your grace. and they were just leaving. isn’t that right? ” before her children can open their mouths to protest the sudden interruption of their play time, rhiannon crouches down to addam & rosie and fastens their little woolen cloaks tightly ‘round their necks. “ meet your uncle by the stables, you know the way. i won’t be but a moment, sweetlings. ”

noticing their disappointment, a conspiratory grin crossing rhiannon’s features and she pulls two apples, red as rubies, from a basket, offering one to each of her children. “do you think the ponies would like an evening snack? ” there we are. in an instant, addam & rose’s faces turned as they raced outside.

the echo of laughter dissipates and in its wake leaves nothing but cold winter’s air. caeryn is but a few paces away from her, standing at the other end of the kitchen’s entrance. their shared history sits between them, each furtive kiss in hidden alcoves, each evening spent tangled in in each other’s arms. a flurry of questions sit at the roof of her mouth: what are you doing here? why are you here? what do you want? yet only one sentence escapes it —

“ you shouldn’t be here, prince caeryn.”

#❁ interactions — (rhiannon)#( rhiannon & caeryn 003 )#the way this reply makes 0 sense #nsfw tw #i mean #nsfw ish? im just tagging it just in case

ladyofvalyria

#❁ musings — (rhiannon)#feat. caeryn targaryen #tag tba

hallis:

Stopped in his tracked, Hal turned to raise an eyebrow at the King’s Hand. He’d been in Winterfell since he was a child himself, and he wasn’t used to being stopped in his tracks like this in the place that was more home than home was. Still, he wasn’t about to pick an argument about it. Not here. Instead, he held up the rolled-up papers in his hands, waving them a little under the other man’s nose. “I supposed I could let you keep hold of this for me,” there was a hint of teasing in his tone as he regarded the other man, before he offered the scrolls to him. “It’s just a list of where the staff were stationed on coronation night, cross-referenced with who was in Winterfell when the King was assassinated. It may not be useful to anybody, but it’s… something.”

“ you’re late , lord commander. ” he said evenly , hands folded behind his back. it took all of brannon’s willpower to resist the urge to roll his eyes , he’d known the kingsguard since he was a boy barely taller than his own broadsword. not playing into the young man’s japes , brannon took the sheath of parchment from hallis’ hands. his eyes briefly scanned over the words , the neat rows detailing where each of winterfell’s staff was. “ it’s a start. ” brannon offered after a moment, conciliatory. “ do we have similar reports regarding the staff of our visitors ? and the inquisitors , have they begun questioning the guests ? ”

#♞ interactions — (brannon)#( brannon & hallis 001 )

eliar:

TIMESTAMP : evening , some time after dinner , in the days following the assassination attempt . LOCATION : winterfell , in the kitchens . TAGGING : @madefantasy .

familiar sleep tossed to the winds , by way of concern and self imposed night shifts , eliar looks something of a lost ghost between the shadows under his eyes and the way he carries himself as if he’s just risen from the dead ; the latter likely more prominent now , given that ( despite the time ) he’s just risen from bed . feet had carried him , without any thought from him , to the hall he normally would find breakfast — but he had that earlier , dinner might be more expected . yet , he frowns and lets out a sigh when the sight he is greeted with is a young maid clearing the plates into a basket to be taken to wash . it’s his own fault really , sleeping through a meal , but each inconvenience is quickly blamed on whoever started this whole mess . he’d find them soon enough , but he would need something to keep himself going until then .

he turns on his heel and carries himself to a new location , one familiar enough to him despite the fact that he had never really had a need of being there . the kitchens of winterfell were warm though , friendly and without the games of court , and offered an escape to the young lord when he began to grow restless in the halls of the keep proper . it’s a familiar path , and soon he’s standing in the space , and is happy to see that rhiannon was there . she had always been kind to him , and perhaps that was what he needed currently . sheepishly , a look in contrast with his usual demeanor , he poses a question to catch her attention . ‘ kitchen still open ? ’

the kitchens pulsed with energy as servants & staff moved about , a collective hum of chatter bounced from wall to wall , from ear to ear , occasionally punctured by a shriek of gasping laughter. gossip flowed freely , like wine or perhaps honey — which ladies had the darlingest babes , which lordlings were the handsomest , which guards were terrible flirts. it was a welcome distraction , something to pull rhiannon from her own cloudy musings & the ever - present ghosts that had made a residence in her mind. her hands were set to their work and she passively listened in, occasionally offering a jape or comment.

“ well , look who's come and graced us with his presence , girls. ” joanna teased, a basket filled with dirty dishes balanced carefully on her hip. she passed it along to a scullery maid, lya , and made her way to the front to greet the little lord umber. “ i was beginning to wonder when you’d come downstairs & ask for table scraps , my lord. come , sit. i’ll fix something up for you. and try not to knock anything over. ” she calls behind her shoulder and gestures to a lone chair in front of the kitchen’s long table, more a command than anything else. she slid on the other side and gave eliar an expectant look. “ any requests ? ”

#❁ interactions — (rhiannon)#( rhiannonn & eliar 001 )

who: joanna & freyja, continued from here when: the day after the coronation, early morning where: freyja & edric’s rooms, winterfell

“ if it’s any solace, i for one am quite glad i didn’t. ” a cloud of smoky curls pulls & lifts from freyja’s shoulder as joanna turns to face her eldest sister — her chosen sister. the one who was there for jo, who let her weep until she could no longer produce tears & scream herself till her throat was a raw and bloody thing. it’s all she can do to try & comfort her, to try & provide some well-needed solace. for how many times had freyja done the same for her? “ i’d give us a week’s time before winterfell descends into utter chaos in your absence, frey. ”

“ i wish . . . i don’t know if i am, anymore. i can’t imagine it’s easy to set the world ablaze while trapped within the red keep.” she replies quietly, eyes downcast & unable to meet freyja’s. she shakes her head, as though trying to shake off the things that plagued her ; the attempt on her sister, the death of her father, the betrothal that she just cannot seem to rid herself of.

“ but that’s of little consequence — ” she says, lifting her head. “ let’s get you out of that gown & into something a bit more comfortable, shall we ? “ lightly squeezing freyja’s hand, she helps pull her eldest sister up to her feet. “ have you eaten? would you like me to fetch something from the kitchens for you? ”

#♛ interactions — (joanna)#( joanna & freyja 001 )#tw blood #im so happy they're finally interacting i lov them sm

who: aegon targaryen & emely bar emmon ( @gloryborn ) where: a letter, written during aegon’s time at the citadel when: 457 AC

emely ,

today marks my twentieth day away from king's landing and my seventh and fortieth day from which i last saw you , and i think you know which of the two is more unbearable for me. but before i bore you with details of the citadel and the maesters , i would like to offer an apology — if you’ll have it. i would have written sooner but the maesters keep us hard at work, turning diligent students of every last one of us. farmer’s sons & princes alike.

the subjects themselves are thrilling : we’ve debated the politics of baelor the blessed , charted the stars using meerish eyes, even learned how to stitch a wound shut , and the citadel herself is beautiful , all curved stone arches and rooms full of those eager to learn. you , i think , would love the seneschal court , with it’s stalls full of rare & strange books. i intend on bringing you here one day. in the meantime i hope you will enjoy the copy of when women ruled : ladies of the aftermath by archmaester abelon. i saw it & it reminded me of you.

if it was not already obvious , i miss you greatly. it is a strange feeling, i have concluded , to be denied of the singular person that brings you the greatest joy. being away from the pageantry of court , removed from the simpering and enterprising , the liars & the flatterers , i am but resolved. studying here in the citadel’s library for hours, often days at a time , with its books bearing tales of the greatest depths of emotion, of misfortune , betrayal , epic heights and historic losses — and perhaps , most important in our own story , love — has brought me great clarity.

the conclusion i have come to is as simple as it is honest. i love you. i cannot be away from you. and i will not let anyone keep us apart. i am no poet , emely , if i felt it any less perhaps i would be able to talk about it more.

yours , eternally,

aegon

#♚ interactions — (aegon)#( aegon & emely 001 )#tag tba #is it okay 2 blatantly rip a line from jane austen #jane ilu pls dont get mad at me & haunt me xoxo

stormxblooded:

@madefantasy

“I took the liberty of preparing your horse,” Hallis informed Joanna, leading both her steed and his own over to the Stark Princess. He offered the reins to her, raising one eyebrow as he waited for her to take them. “I have permission to take you through Hunter’s Gate for a short ride, as long as we stick to the open fields.” Many were growing restless, and Hal assumed Joanna would be one of them. She wasn’t known for being the patient type. “Truth be told, I need a reprieve from Winterfell myself. You’d be doing me a favour if you came along.”

“ oh , gods above , if the thought didn’t utterly disgust me out , i would kiss you hal. really , i would. i’m going mad locked up in my rooms. “ joanna , ever the dramatist , teased as she marched over to her horse, lady lysa. “ i certainly hope you’ve missed me , hm ? ” her hands wound around lady’s neck , stroking her mane , but her ears perked up at hallis’s words. “ what ? we can’t go into the wolfswoods ? why ever not ? it’s not like there’ll be an assassin hiding in the trees , hallis , really ! ” joanna’s hands wound their way around her hips. “ permission ? where did that come from ? ”

#♛ interactions — (joanna)#( joanna & hallis 001 )#/ the way she is a petulant child

fulminari:

( aegon ! ) // @madefantasy ; continued from x

˙ ˖ ˙ ˖ ❝ and if i wasn’t ? if i wasn’t a targaryen, not fully, would you still love me ? if i weren’t… like you ? ❞ there’s a tinge of sadness in his voice && regrets speaking the second the words leave his mouth. caeryn clears his throat, waving a hand dismissively. ❝ well, i suppose it doesn’t matter. i came because i have something for you. ❞ it was nothing special, that much was clear when he placed a dragon shaped pendant on his brother’s desk. it was obvious that whoever owned the pendant previously had loved it dearly. the pendant was tarnished && slightly bent out of shape. ❝ it isn’t much… it just remind me of you, i don’t know. ❞ already, he felt like a small child, embarrassed && foolish.

“ i don’t trouble myself thinking of things that wouldn’t happen caeryn, you know that. you’re my brother, that will never change. ” aegon replied, looking up from his papers & nonchalantly waving his hand. was what he said insufficient ? what more did his younger brother need of him ? before he can ponder further , caeryn’s words do something they have not done in many moons — surprise him. “ it looks like a replica of princess deana targaryen’s pendant — where did you get this ? ” aegon regarded his younger brother with a quizzical glance , rolling the worn-down pendant in his hand. “ you haven’t been wandering about flea bottom again, have you ? ”

#♚ interactions — (aegon)#( aegon & caeryn 001 )#he's such a shit i HATE HIM

fulminari:

( rhiannon ! ) // flashback thread for @madefantasy

˙ ˖ ˙ ˖ of all their secret meeting spots, this had to be caeryn’s favorite. it was far from everything && no one ever came through. it was a fairly sparse area with a few trees && a clear view of the sky. a beautiful sky that shone brightly each night. everything was perfect except for the fact that rhiannon was late. she was never late. this was the first time out of many dates that she ever was. it worried him. what if someone had caught on ? he had just began pacing the floor before he spotted rhiannon in the near distance.

immediately, he made his way to her, grinning from ear to ear. ❝ i was beginning to think you’d never make it. ❞ taking her hands in his, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. ❝ i’ve brought you something. ❞ a single flower : a dragon’s breath.

of the many faults of king’s landing — of which there were many — one of the sorest in rhiannon’s eyes ( beyond the poverty & corruption ) was the lack of green. trees , flowers , even a gods - forsaken shrub was a rare sight in kings landing , rarer still on her side of rhaenys’ hill. but not here. amongst the elms & alders on the edge of the godswood , rhiannon tucked between large tree trunks , felt tall grasses caress her ankles , and craned her neck in search of a familiar figure.

and when her eyes finally met his, it was as though all the stresses of the day melted off her shoulders and she raced to meet him. “ patience is a virtue , hasn’t anyone taught you that ? ” she teased, lacing her fingers with his. “ you have ? caeryn , you mustn’t — oh. ” her fingers reached out, carefully grasping the flower’s stem as though handling something precious. “ it’s beautiful. thank you. ”

#❁ interactions — (rhiannon)#( rhiannon & caeryn 001 )#brb im.. crying

oftullly:

“We’re all on edge.” She offered some words of comfort, after the coronation of course those around the king an queen would be twice as concerned. “It is … unexpected and unfortunate to say the least, a feeling looming over all of us, among other things – I pray thanks I am fine, as the rest of us seem to be well.” A small sad smile on her face, a mixture of emotions with the words. Isadora couldn’t imagine such a way to go out, on top of that someone was out of their way causing unrest. The north should be rejoicing in it’s new royalty. “I – in all honesty I was attending another lady to her room a hall or so away and I have put too much faith in my knowledge of winterfells layout. I apologize if it caused any trouble for you, now is not the time for – childish wanderings.”

“ yes, ” the warden of the west offers after a moment , a beat , once the young tully girl finishes speaking , appearing contemplative. “ one can only thank the gods for that , my lady. ” her words , empty and futile as they may be in the grand scheme of things , carried a grain of truth — the attempt on queen freyja was unexpected and unfortunate. if the culprit had succeeded they would have rid the north of one of it’s few capable leaders. and that would cause some unneeded strife unto brannon’s carefully laid out plans. he tilts his head, “ you need not apologize , my lady. winterfell can take some time to get used to. even i struggled my first few times. ” a lie he repeats just as smoothly as he would the truth, to build a rapport with the young woman. “ would you like me to direct you to where you were meant to go ? ”

#♞ interactions — (brannon)#( brannon & isadora 001 )#he's so bad i hate him!!

myriah:

___

The excited tone caused her to turn her head around in the direction of the voice, as her knight began to reply to her requests, oblivious to the fact that his princess was no longer paying attention.

“Joanna.”, Myriah addressed her cousin as she stepped aside of the knight and approached the black-haired Stark. “The trip was long and tiring.” It reminded her of exactly why she never travelled that far of Dorne. Myriah had no patience for such prolonged ventures.

“Yes, this is Elia.”, the Dornish confirmed, a bright smile gracing her face. Of course, she knew she could always expect a warm welcome from her cousin. No sign of judgement present. “Indeed you can hold her. Though I have to warn you that she is a bit of hair puller.”, Myriah added, reaching out her arms as the two-year-old girl curiously extended a hand in Joanna’s direction.

“ oh ! ” joanna suddenly felt terribly foolish , and could feel her a bright - red. flush creep up her cheekbones. of course the trip was terrible ! traveling up the kingsroad for weeks on end wasn’t a particularly enjoyable way to spend one’s time. she quickly remedied her blunder. “ you must come inside , it certainly doesn’t look it but it’s much warmer than out here. and i can escort you to your rooms — i’m sure you and elia will want to rest for a bit before the reception. ”

“ this is your first time in winterfell, isn’t it my? it certainly is yours, isn't’ it elia? “ joanna lifted the toddler from her cousin’s arms and tapped her finger atop the little girl’s nose. “ oh, she’d be doing me a favor, really. ” a bright grin , tinged with mirth , spread across her cheeks , as she faced myriah once more. “ i’d love to have my hair all mussed up for the reception , it would drive my mother absolutely mad. ”

#♛ interactions — (joanna)#( joanna & myriah 001 )

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