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The skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos.
Contradictions Made of Skin and Bone | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
The skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos.
Contradictions Made of Skin and Bone | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
What the queen consort, Margaery, would wear
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She had trained herself, slowly but surely, to not let a single emotion show. Margaery saved her tears for later, for when she was alone in her chambers, for when she could lie on her bed and let them all come pouring out, but in the Great Hall itself she neither said nor did anything. It was better for Robb that way. (x)
I Pray to Venus My heart is set upon a lusty pin; I pray to Venus of good continuance, For I rejoice the case that I am in, Deliver'd from sorrow, annex'd to pleasance, Of all comfort having abundance; This joy and I, I trust, shall never twin My heart is set upon a lusty pin. I pray to Venus of good continuance Since she hath set me in the way of ease; My hearty service with my attendance So to continue it ever I may please; Thus voiding from all pensful disease, Now stand I whole far from all grievance I pray to Venus of good continuance. For I rejoice the case that I am in, My gladness is such that giveth me no pain, And so to sorrow never shall I blynne, And though I would I may not me refrain; My heart and I so set 'tis certain We shall never slake, but ever new begin For I rejoice the case that I am in. Deliver'd from sorrow, annex'd to pleasance, That all my joy I set as aught of right, To please as after my simple suffisance To me the goodliest, most beauteous in sight; A very lantern to all other light, Most to my comfort on her remembrance Deliver'd from sorrow, annex'd to pleasance. Of all comfort having abundance, As when that I think that goodlihead Of that most feminine and meek countenance Very mirror and star of womanhead; Whose right good fame so large abroad doth spread, Full glad for me to have recognisance Of all comfort having abundance. This joy and I, I trust, shall never twin, So that I am so far forth in the trace, My joys be double where others' are but thin, For I am stably set in such a place, Where beauty 'creaseth and ever willeth grace, Which is full famous and born of noble kin This joy and I, I trust, shall never twin.
Poem written by Elizabeth of York, during the years of her marriage with Henry Tudor (x)
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