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[padmesand]

lyanna stark.

if   there   was    one good thing to come from the capitol, it was the sun, though she missed the cold, the summer snow, and everything so natural to winterfell, she couldn’t deny the enjoyment of the sun on her skin, though her wolf felt the opposite, as she huffed from her spot behind lyanna head. stretched out in the shade of the gardens they were, barely clothes as she flicked mindlessly through a book.      ‘     it would seem so.     ’     she answered the question, cheek grazing the surprisingly soft fur of her direwolf, who yes, was content to be a pillow at this time.    

        IT DIDN’T EVEN CROSS PADME’S mind that she might be disturbing the lady. even if it had, she was too bored to have really care and far too fascinated by the direwolf to notice. the creature looked so docile, but padme bet it wouldn’t only take a single sign of danger for it to show its true colors. all the books said direwolves were vicious creatures. marvelous but vicious.          “ and only the starks have ever had them? you’re lucky. ”

[padmesand]

obella allyrion.

she turned at the sound of her name — the voice painfully familiar and sending a pang through her chest. “…padme.” in truth, she had seen little of the girl since mors legitimised her and their sister, since she had fled across the narrow sea, only having heard rumours of a khalasar. she hadn’t wanted to believe it was true, hoping that her friend had stayed in dorne and that she had managed to find happiness. but it seemed the gods had let her down, once more. “yes. somewhat. i find i miss dorne and sunspear, however.” she bit her bottom lip. “i… i hadn’t — expected to find you here… of all places.”

        PADME HAD HOPED TO KEEP her past at arms length, but that had become more difficult the longer their stay at the capital had become. it didn’t change anything; she wasn’t a dornish bastard anymore but a dothraki bloodrider. it did, however, bring up memories she wished to forget.          “ of course you do. ”          there was the envy again, because unlike padme, obella had a home and family in dorne. she should be happy for her friend’s happiness, but it was difficult.          “ i hope all is well. ”          she did her best to smile.          “ khal kajo decided to attend the coronation. as his bloodrider it was my duty to accompany him. ”

[padmesand]

mikken stark.

        “ for as long as i can remember, every traveller, soldier, bard, merchant and even the criminals bound for the watch - they spoke of the beauty and grandeur of the capitol, ”   mikken mused out loud, as he peered up at the keep,     “ however, i’m thinking they were all touched in the head.    i much prefer the north to this.      even if the weather is slightly kinder. ”

        “ WHILE THERE’S NOTHING BEAUTIFUL ABOUT this place at least we’re not fucking freezing. ”          even with the amount of cloaks the northerners wore, padme refused to believe it erased the cold completely. she wasn’t built for the cold; the slightest cold made her uncomfortable.          “ king’s order or not i wouldn’t endure the north as long as i’ve endured this place. ”

[anneboleyns]

[padmesand]

        “ I PROMISE WE’LL LEAVE THIS place soon, ”          padme whispered to her horse, patting his neck. the stables were empty, most people preferring to stay close together even though the person next to them could be a murderer. it would be too easy to tack up agnar and ride away from this place. her loyalty to kajo was the only thing that kept her here. the sound of approaching footsteps caused her to look away from her stallion.          “ and here i thought everyone was cowering inside. ”

@olyvcrs 

[padmesand]

        “ DOES EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY have a wolf? ”          she couldn’t take her eyes off the creature. it was massive, even bigger than padme had imagined when she’d read about them in books. horses had always been her favorite animal, but the direwolves had been a close second. so many seemed to favor dragons when they thought of frightening but admirable creatures. not padme. she’d happily choose to have a loyal wolf at her side instead of an unpredictable dragon.

@lycnnas

[padmesand]

        “ OBELLA? ”        SURPRISE FILLED HER WORDS and flickered across her expression. it shouldn’t be a surprise to see her here. she was a dornish lady now, bearing her family’s name and everything. of course she would be invited to the coronation alongside her brother. padme kept her face neutral, trying to ignore the envy that seemed to arise whenever she saw the woman. it was no easy task; once they had both been bastards but then obella had been given the gift padme had always hoped her father would have given to her.          “ enjoying the capital? ”

@lvdygrace

[padmesand]

        SHE HAD NEVER MET AN ironborn before. her dornish blood rejected even the slightest chill otherwise padme might have sought them out after her mother died. they were similar way to the dothraki in certain ways, ruled primarily by strength and not as tied to teh crown as some other regions. but the cold would have never suited her, especially not when compared to freedom the dothraki sea and the feeling of riding across the open plains. but if she had to spend time with a westerosi better them than a pompous lord from another region.          “ planning your escape from this place? ”

@ircnbcrne

[padmesand]

        THE RED KEEP WAS A cage. it’s walls were suffocating and the people even worse. all padme wanted was to return to her horse and gallop away from this place. her khal, however, had decided to comply with the king’s order, and padme would not disobey her khal. she looked over at the woman sitting nearby, recognizing that she was dornish immediately. someone from her childhood home.          “ i can’t believe we’re stuck in this place even longer. ”

@martellprincss

[padmesand]

        PADME PREFERRED NOT TO THINK about the life she led in dorne. it belonged to the past, one she couldn’t return to thanks to her father. but memories didn’t fade. being in the capital surrounded by so many noble houses meant that she was surrounded by people she had once known. she had been trying to avoid them, but today she rounded a corner only to come face to face with the eldest dornish princess.          “ princess. it has been quite some time. ”

@mvrtclls

[padmesand]

zhalia.

Even now, there was a certain culture to Westeros that evaded Zhalia’s understanding. She had been born here, grew up here; by all accounts she should consider herself one of them, but it was times like these that still made the divide transparent. She could play happy, faux pleasantries and false smiles came to her with ease, yet the question evaded her still – What had this new king and queen done to earn their title? They had not fought for it, nor bled for it; the only singularity between them and commoners was that they’d happened to be born in a castle. Zhalia could never understand why this was all that was needed to demand submission, to assume they were deserving of respect. It should be earned, not freely given simply for being fed from silver spoons as children. Still, she kept that opinion to herself, taking a sip of the drink in her hand as she glanced to whoever stood beside her. “What do you make of the coronation?” 

        WHY THEY HAD TO ATTEND this spectacle was beyond her. the king and queen weren’t her rulers. had her life been different then maybe they would have been the rulers she bowed to, but there was no reason to dwell on what ifs. she was a dothraki now; the only leader she acknowledged was her khal. he had fought for his title and proven himself worthy of it. what had westeros’ king and queen done? been born to the right families and that was all.          “ i’d rather be anywhere but here. ”          at least with her fellow bloodrider she could speak honestly.          “ the king and queen have done nothing deserving of celebration. they think because they wear a crown now they are more deserving of respect, but if trouble comes they’ll hide away and let others bleed for them. cowards. ”

[padmesand]

alannys greyjoy.

A dress. She was forced into a dress and she was beyond uncomfortable, dressed for an event she didn’t even care about. They didn’t need this party, it was too much and it was all spoon fed to them, weak children who’d been given everything they wanted on a whim. Rolling her eyes Alannys moved from the chair she’d been sitting in. “A waste of time.” she muttered. 

        SHE HADN’T BOTHERED TO WEAR a dress. instead, she was dressed in her normal dothraki garb. let the nobles think of her what they wished. if her khal didn’t command her to wear the attire that these people deemed appropriate then padme would wear what she pleased. she approached alannys since the woman seemed just as displeased about being here as she was.          “ agreed. what is there to celebrate? a new pair of weak rulers who have never tasted battle or hardship? ”

[padmesand]

jon of giantsbane.

“So this is Kings Landing. Gotta pretty castle aye but the rest of this? This is the seven’s great city?” He couldn’t stop the laughter, “This is what we’re supposed to be envious of? That shit hole outside these walls?” Of course the castle, the Red Keep, was like nothing he’d seen before. But beyond that there wasn’t anything good in this city. “We live better beyond the wall than those bastards do.”

        “ YOU MEAN ALL THIS SHIT and empty grandeur doesn’t impress you? ”          her laughter joined in with his. not even the castle made a big impact on her. she’d visited sunspear when she was a child with lord fowler’s household and that keep had been beautiful. this place? a facade for all the ugliness that lurked beneath the surface and outside its walls.          “ then it appears i’ve found good company at last. ”

[padmesand]

serena lannister.

serena lifted her skirts to allow her legs more room to move as she gripped the basket of bread tightly in her hand and tossed a glance over her shoulder in case anyone came after her before she could make it past the gates. she had almost made it when she heard the telltale sound of footsteps behind her, a pout immediately appearing on her lips. “before you say anything i just wanted to take some bread to the smallfolk, there was a babe who looked so frail !! please don’t tell my lady mother i’ve been taking bread from the kitchens again !!”

        “ AREN’T YOU A GROWN WOMAN? ”          the lady’s words were ones that padme would expect from a child, not a woman who looked to be around her age. did the nobility truly train their daughters to be so obedient that they couldn’t make their own choices? rolling her eyes, padme stalked up to the girl, reaching out to take a few loaves of bread from the basket.          “ fuck what your mother would say. you have a will of your own, use it. ”          turning on her heels, padme began to walk toward the gates, not bothering to see if the girl was following or running back to the mother.

[padmesand]

keiran florent.

“why wouldn’t someone go? you can always layer on furs when you start to feel the chill.” he always knew deep down his father sending him was more a threat than anything else, he’d been caught bringing kiana a honey cake a sennight before the retinue was due to leave and thus he found himself going too, with no promise of return. “it was in summer so it wasn’t as if i went during the long night.”

        “ AS IF FURS COULD TRULY block out the cold. ”          her nose scrunched up at the thought of having to go that far north. thankfully, the dothraki preferred the warmer climate that padme also preferred. she doubted there would ever be a reason for her to travel north, and unless her khaleesi had reason to travel to the wall, padme would never choose to go there.          “ from what i’ve heard, there’s barely any difference between summer and winter that far north. ”

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sarelle yronwood.

Having ended yet another argument with her father over  her impending marriage, Sarelle had stormed of down whatever corridor of the Red keep she had found first. Wearing a silk chifion in her house colours, Sarelle looked as Dornish as she was. Sticking out like a sore thumb, a Snake among roses, Sarelle doubted she would ever get used to the stares. Stopping suddenly now that her anger had worn of, Sarelle put her hands on her hips and when a shadow crossed over her path she exhaled a sharp breath. “Yes?” her exacerbation was palpable.

        SHE HADN’T INTENDED TO CROSS paths with anyone. her goal had been to find a quite, solitary place before her irritation at the people who surrounded her boiled over. dothraki didn’t blink if a fight broke out but padme doubted that would go over well here, and she didn’t want to trouble her khaleesi by making a scene. the lady she had stumbled upon was clearly dornish; her attire screamed it. padme suspected she looked as out of place as the woman before her, but instead of a dress, she was garbed in leathers that were the staple of the dothraki. even more foreign to king’s landing.          “ pardon me, i didn’t realize someone already owned this hall. ”          while sarcasm dripped off her words, there was no true malice present.

[piliv13]

[padmesand]

lawrencegron:

“Who would’ve thought? The princess and the rover.”

@ironward