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@theladyleona

as selfish as she was biased, it was difficult for frida to admit there was any child cuter than her own--the moment brynden grew out of his newborn knee-looking phase and her own blues, there was nothing but love towards the boy, and praise never was too much. but the targaryen princess was something else: she had gotten her mother’s silky dark hair and her doe eyes, but they shone like amethysts, brighter when a shriek left her lips at the way lady caron swiped a card and placed it on the table. ❝ i don’t believe she has been exposed to this before us, leona. ❞ the riverwoman speaks, failing to hide her amusement as brynden reaches forward to take a card himself. ❝ do you think treason will be on store for us for teaching the next queen how to gamble? ❞ a stretch, of course, but the humor was in there (also possibly on the second glass of wine she had)--with them sitting on the king’s high table, with a nurse or two hounding them, it was unlikely anyone mattered. it may be the princess’ birthday, but she was not where all the attention lied, frida felt right to assume.

#𝓽𝔀𝓸. REARRANGE YOUR PIECES TO SUIT YOURSELF.#ft. LEONA MARBRAND #i have wanted to use this gif for 10 years thank you #7khq:event

@kristjvn

after the first so called integration ball’s fiasco, the last thing frida wanted was to let go of her child--the repercussions of the disastrous night did not taint her families’ names, but it did do harm to her own relationship; that being done and dealt with, she still would rather brynden next to her, or at least an arm’s reach. innocent to the world, the child’s wishes lie elsewhere--on the running around, the playing with whoever he sees, the tugging at whomever he sees. thankfully, he did not attack any ladies’ gowns before he was snatched away, but the same care wasn’t given when he grabs onto someone sporting familiar colors.

❝ kri! ❞ the child calls out, the intonation of the names still unfamiliar to him--names were the hardest for brynden, and often he went for nicknames instead of a birth name. there was flower lady for katherynne, storm uncle or lolo for his guard, millie for his nurse, mama and papa for his parents. ❝ kid-di, ❞ she had told him to repeat, but the boy still went for the cricket sound instead, tugging at his maternal uncle’s legs.

❝ hold me, krikri!” the boy whined, making his mother’s brows furrow as she stares down at her boy. ❝ it’s like eric was reborn. ❞ frida mutters, confiding to her brother about their youngest brother, a piece of work on that age, the least to say--unlike the blackwood boy, brynden did not enjoy being held so much, and it was a privilege for few. apparently kristjan was included on those. ❝ with more energy, if that is even possible. ❞ a sigh of distress escapes her lips, and she purses them lightly out of habit, moving her eyes to her brother instead. ❝ well then, hold him. you must be my able bodied man now. ❞ with how heavy her stomach was, she had given up picking up any weight for a week now, much to her son’s distaste.

#𝓽𝔀𝓸. REARRANGE YOUR PIECES TO SUIT YOURSELF.#ft. KRISTJAN BLACKWOOD #7khq:event

#7khq:ooc #i'll put this under a read more when i'm on my computer

mandsukic

she was born to be admired.

#𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮. HER SMILE WAS ENTRAPMENT，POISONED HONEY.

redriivers

“what an uproar,” he observes casually, amusement and the scent of ale hanging on his lips. he doesn’t mind, of course — such chaos and confusion is his chosen element. wherever fear strikes hearts, lords and smallfolk alike longed for sharp swords and strong men to wield them, and whatever else he is, he is surely that. “men die beyond the castle walls each day, even more beyond the city gates — word has it there are pirates in the stepstones, and a small village near rosby has been found burnt completely to the ground.” he is not one for senseless gossip, but it would be foolish to admit to bearing witness, to trading with pirates and looting burnt bodies. “yet no one cares, not until the dead wear a white cloak — and as it appears, not even then.”

rosfridr-blog

her childhood’s memories are the most cherished -- her mother’s & her father’s are remarkable mentions, but also the people who have made up the household back then; every stable boy, every handmaiden and every septa, but especially those who have brought a smile from her father when those were scarce. the harrenhal bastard was one of those, many, many moons ago. frida had been but a girl when he first came along, and the words of a girl that still had her babe tooth did not do much to persuade her father of the hazard that was an angry, exiled bastard getting too close with the riverland ruling family. but he did anyways--lysander rivers remained with the blackwood for nearly a decade longer, until frida was no longer a girl that would be easily dismissed.

the image she has of him is of that angry sixteen year old, and that confused twenty and something; he is much changed from the last she has seen him, though: taller, fuller, more bitter, if that was a possibility. yet her father’s dishonored ward all the same, her brother's sparring companion and her sworn word. she would have recognized him anywhere.

the nostalgia tingles her tongue like wine, and a sip of her cup she takes, washing down the gal so she could give his words a nod of acknowledgement. ❝ death is always felt to the closest of us, ser. it would be impossible for the king not to care more when a friend of his dies underneath his own nose, on a party hosted by him. it does not mean he cares this little for burned corpses or sacked septs. if only his highness’ agenda was so simple. ❞ but of course it was not, and of course lysander would not understand it -- he dealt with simpler things, and politics was never simple ( a fact his stepmother surely must be joyful to this day, the old hag ).

❝ and what have brought you here, lys? you do not strike me as a messenger boy, for some reason. ❞

#it has been 3 years since i wrote something i swear #i'm sorry you gotta endure that babe shhh #𝓽𝔀𝓸. REARRANGE YOUR PIECES TO SUIT YOURSELF.#ft. LYSANDER RIVERS

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@theladyleona

#shady gfs mood tbh #ft. LEONA MARBRAND

lostherfins-deactivated20121125

↖ is now accepting curious anons.

#i spent my day off drinking n binge watching asoue lmao let's see how that gonna turn out tomorrow #I'll get to these then!!! pls send me some!!! i swear i'm still alive ish lmao #meme tag

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