𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖞

"Understanding is a three-edged sword. Your side, my side, and the truth."

[shambleslily]

✹ for i have seen the THRONE of the gods, and it was empty . . . mumu for theconqueringhq

AEMMA ARRYN | 26, lady of the Eyrie, from the Vale, milly alcock fc

KAITO HIGHTOWER | 27, adopted lord of Oldtown, from the Reach, mackenyu arata fc

DOMINIC HARLAW | 30, lord of the Ten Towers, from the Iron Islands, leo suter fc

LEYLA MANDERLY NEE STARK | 32, ruling lady of white harbor, from the North, demet ozdemir fc

" fire is such strange power. everything that house targaryen possesses is owed to it. yet it has cost us what we loved. "

[sersh]

MILLY ALCOCK Photographed by Conor Cunningham for GQ Hype, June 2026

[c-sand]

ONE PIECE | 2.07 • reindeer shames

[viking-chaos]

LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON VIKINGS: VALHALLA 2.07 Pecheneg

[tessgifs]

demet özdemir dünyayla benim aramda

[exfortunas]

"Others think less of you because you are considered to be a scourge of thieves and pirates." The words were blunt, untouched of any usual sort of ornamentation Amarei spoke fluently. As such, her unvarnished honesty had undoubtedly been a choice. "Do not grow irate with me, I am only relaying accounts." Spoken not to soften the lash of truth, but because she understood what he had confided in her. "I know little of the ways of men and their vanity, of course. But should Lord Roryn's victory suffice to elevate your standing, he must be quite the man, indeed." Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile.

"A lady of the Reach would know better than to utter your name at all, lest devastating assumptions be made." She answered, but there was a curious glimmer in her gaze. Strangely fond, but wise enough to know not to linger. "Do you mean it? That you do not wish to disappoint me." Her eyes searched him. A certain depth to them, a pull -- of a moonless sea, dark, unquiet. "Do you value my opinion of you?"

"It may not be new, but it is perfectly enticing, regardless. That does seem to be a hallmark of the Dornish, does it not? Effortlessly, endlessly charming. Truly, I should have thought to secure a match here for myself." It was a passing remark, but it did tempt a chuckle from her lips. She found his gaze anew, and held it, unwaveringly. Few did speak to her so brazenly -- but it was a daring she'd grown accustomed to. A temerity she decided to test. "Perhaps? Do you doubt your aptitude after all, Lord Harlaw?" She leaned in by a fraction. "I am not in the business of pursuing what is set to disappoint. Make me a more compelling offer than perhaps, and you may yet be deemed fit to entertain."

[shambleslily]

"At least I am being overly myself and not even hiding the chance that I plunder and steal as i make trade deals while also exploring the seas and her vastness." She may have been trying to throw a quip at him but Dominic had heard worse. Has been called worse. "Cannot deny i am nowhere near rhe same as the other prissy lords that walk through these halls and act as if they are above us all."

As she spoke of his brother. He could not holdback his smile. His parents and his uncle were one thing but his siblings were the ones he would always praise. Always say they are better than him even if people said differently he would continue to be a brother to them. "I take pride in my brother, even if the sea does not call to him as it does my twin and I, he has better skills in things I do not."

She was eyeing him and wondering what words was she trying to pull from him. They had a certain understanding with one another for a few years now. "Im sure if you do any lord would coming willingly to try and save you as they would think I am doing something dastardly." Dom said. "Of course, for would dare want to dissapoint someone like you. I value any beautiful lady's opinion of me even if they are friend or foe." He said with a teasing tone.

"I would have pegged you as one to be looking for a match so eagerly. One would think you are trying to use the Crown for your own gain or worse in their eyes, upstage them, Amarei." The thought of him being tied to a other so permanently was a thought he could never fathom. For he only ever thought as being free like sea who beck and call he answered.

"Oh I never doubt myself. As for what I can offer, I do wonder if a someone such as yourself would be okay with doing it this open and freely. The dornish are known to never hide themselves. The things they do here are seen as the norm while back in the other regions would be scandalous. The idea of entertaining oneself with another outside of the silks."

[star-scry]

Howl dipped his head in deference as recognition dawned.

"My Lady Stark—" He caught himself and smiled. "Forgive me. Lady Manderly."

They could scarcely be called close. He had known the Starks by sight since he was a boy, as every lord of the North did, and there had never been cause to doubt the bond between Greywater Watch and Winterfell — Reed and Stark had stood together for centuries beyond count. Yet they were a more secretive and isolated folk, keeping to their shifting keep among the swamps and bogs whilst the wolves ruled from their ancient seat further North. Loyalty was one thing; intimacy and familiarity another.

Even so, here beneath the southern sun, surrounded by strange faces and stranger customs, she felt nearer friend than anyone else in the bazaar.

"Aye," Howl said, grateful for her agreement. "Nothing is seldom nothing. More oft than not, it is merely something we have yet to understand."

He gestured idly toward the map.

"In the Neck there are villages swallowed by the swamps and keeps that only the oldest songs remember. The land takes them and men forget. Who is to say the edge of the world is any different? Even if there is naught beyond it but water..." He smiled, a touch of uncharacteristic excitement in it. "Who can say there is nothing beneath?"

[shambleslily]

"It is alright Lord Reed. No need for such formalities at least while we are amongst strangers in the South. It is comforting to meet with someone of familiarity." She spoke. Leyla remembered seeing him when he was a young soul more so before she wed and she had a new role woth responsibilities she had to get used to. " i hope you are faring well."

"I have heard the tales of the few free folks who had crossed the Wall and talked about things we had never seen before. I have heard men arrived at the ports and talk about languages that are strange to hear. Even ones that sound like of spells of those who are to say to weild magic of sorts. Beneath it or passed it, the stories of old gods could very well be the same ones about the edge just a different interpretation." Leyla said. For anyone who was nearby must have thought she lost her mind. She was somwpne who grew o being devoted to the old gods. She wpuld spend hours as a child stating into the weirwood tree at winterfell as if she understood it. The Reed was maybe of similar mind.

[sacrifyed]

the mention of her brother, the hand, hardly caused a ripple or a twitch in her body language. she knew how the reach may be perceived by those who spent their lives clinging to the rocky, salt sprayed fringes of the islands ⸻ soft, ornamental. easily rattled by whatever minor inconveniences fell in their path that day. a misconception, one she had no intention of correcting today.

she schooled her expression, returning to the still waters of a frozen pond the moment she noticed the smirk on the ironborn's lips. those of the iron islands were sharp, like the cold iron of their blades and their temperament, and talisa did not wish to give them any reason to believe they had ammunition against her family.

“ it is neither a jest nor a compliment, my lord. only an observation. ” she replied, her gaze drifting casually over the trinkets on the stall as if they were nothing but painted pebbles. they probably were. “ as for the curiosity as to how the reach views those born of the iron islands, let us simply say that i have found most men are far more predictable than the sea they claim to master. ”

[shambleslily]

"Much can be said about an observation." He said truthfully. Maybe he should be careful of who's feathers he ruffled but he was never one to not live his life dangerously. For he would willingly always toe the line and see what happens next.

"Then we are in quite a predicament. I have always thought that I was someone who was unpredictable but maybe I have been lied to all my life. How foolish of me to think so." Dominic teased saying. It seems his evening was going to be alot more entertaining than he thought. "Though I am no master of the sea, I am at her beck and call."

[sacrifyed]

⌗ open, the summer sea. ( 0 / 3 )

asha wished to shed her skin, and adorn the comfortable, heavy weight of her fur. but the summer sea was too warm, and the memory of her true colony waiting on the rocky shores of her home made the longing a bittersweet ache.

she dipped her toes into the calm, shallow waters instead, desperate to connect to the ocean's depths in whatever small way she could manage. a moment of calm in the hectic buzzing of the capital. pushing further into the sea, the warm waves lap against the bare skin underneath the silks she'd changed into that morning.

a handful of steps away, theon sat quietly on the rocks. her brown eyes never truly strayed from him, tracking his silhouette even as she allowed herself to enjoy the setting sun. a sudden, cold draft swept across the water, cutting through the sweltering dornish twilight and providing a stark, deeply welcome contrast against her heated skin.

she doesn't look back immediately. instead, her shoulders tense, and her arm subtly shifts back to signal theon to stay put on his rock. a beat passes, and she waits for the footsteps to stop before turning her head just enough to catch them in her peripheral vision. “ the gravel sings when it's stepped on here, and the water warmer than the ocean at home, but the air still carries a decent chill once the sun drops. you can stand closer to the surf if you like, the sea doesn't care about court manners. ”

[shambleslily]

"You are not wrong. The gravel does not absorb the sound as easily as the winter snow of my home or the stones that line the streets of white harbor. They are unusuallylouder than i thought but maybe that is how eveeything is like down in the South." She said. Leyla could only stare at the ocean.

It was the same one that she know resides near the port she calls home but yet it felt different to her, just as similar as the sun. "How lucky of the sea to not care. If only the said can be same about the walls that line the home we currently reside in." The wolf answers truthfully. "I take the boy is yours? He seems quite content near the sea."

[avasillva]

#exactly

[alcar-ancalime]

House Arryn of the Eyrie: As High As Honour

[haleyatwell]

JAMES NORTON as SEAN RAFFERTY HOUSE OF GUINNESS (2025–) Episode #1.2

[ohmovie]

The Count of Monte Cristo (2024) dir. Alexandre de La Patellière, Matthieu Delaporte

[glittxeringgold]

Gwin tossed her hair behind her back, ignoring his quip. "Nonsense brother" As the heir and next in line for Ten Towers, Gwin had to have some strategy to her cruelty. She glanced at her twin "We keep on our dear King's good side, he'll turn a blind eye to our islands" A smile spread across Gwin's lips. "We will be free to do as we want" Ashen promise, drowned god, and all the traditions the Crown deemed unsavory. Gwin had weighed her consiquences carefully. Not attending a royal wedding would draw suspicion from the rest of the seven kingdoms.

In truth, Gwin had been unusually kind to the Targaryens and anyone she deemed close to them, despite her murderous thoughts. Her kindness and quiet slips about discontent she let by offered her information on what was going to move next.

Which allowed Gwin to be in the perfect position for raiding every time.

Her eyes brushed across the valuables offered. "What do you want to bet" She began to her twin lowly "That these dolts left their carts unguarded?"

[shambleslily]

It pained him to admit that she was right but he would never tell her that. She would never let him hear the end of it just like when they were children causing mischief all over the islands. "As of the dragons would ever stop us. The Greyjoys are busy keeping them pretty happy while stripping us away of who our people are." He said with a bit of venom towards the crown.

His father's words echoed through dominic quite easily. Sometimes a little too much but he could not forgot where they were at and what eats were listening. "Two barrels of ale, a stint of watching over our youngest siblings, coinage, sounds like a good reward or is there something else you want? The loot could fetch us a pretty penny once we sale away from hear agter all this is done and over with."

[sacrificeys]

status: open to anyone where: the stables

the desert race loomed only few days away, and myria found herself swallowing panic, only for childish pride to resurface instead.  though, she had entered the race with the easy confidence inherited through the blood of house dayne, yet the affair was brutal enough to splinter even that, reducing it to nothing more than dornish arrogance, carried solely by pride and the ever recurring need to prove herself to a name she did only gained by chance. 

now, in the quieter hours of day bleeding into nightfall, strained features were only touched by the faint moonlight, revealing a hand wrapped around her brush, white hair flowing through her fingers, as she began to braid, weaving every pattern with the foolish hope that somehow it might offer some form of protection. 

when she finally reached into her pouch to retrieve a bundle of golden fabric , tying the mane with it, another wave of pity overcame her. she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the other horses, standing unblessed, carrying no token of luck. 

moving to the next horse, the sound of footsteps slipped past her attention. only when she was almost finished did she noticed the shadow falling to the ground. hands hovering in the air, she knew how it looked. slipping away in the night, and standing in front of a stranger’s horse,as if she lacked confidence in her own skills, as if she would resort to something as pitiful as sabotage, an act that would reduce any dayne to shame.  “ it isn’t what it looks like. i am no coward, i would not do something so low and pathetic.”

[shambleslily]

"How shall I know my lady if what I seeing in front of me saying one thing but your words are another." Leyla said as she stopped out of the shadows. She had come to see the horse she was borrowing. The one she was to ride soon for the race.

"Here i come to get to know my horse better and I see a stranger near it. I cannot help but wonder if one was doing something unhonorable." Maybe it was the northerner in her that made her say those words but she was already on edge. For Starks do not fare well-heeled they travel South, a saying she remembers all too well.

[gildedheirs]

Harlan knew that was the reason, figuring their words in another language being curses. He’d heard them before, years ago. He shifts his weight from one foot to another, taking in the other lord beside him. He did not seem like he was from Dorne, so he just raises a brow.

“Is this deal not what the vendor did?” He didn’t need the bauble, for he thought a nephew would like it more. What he says next is louder, in hopes the vendor hears it. “Perhaps there are other people just as scandalous as you!”

[shambleslily]

"Maybe but the coinage he was thinking of swindling from you i think would not have been worth it." He answered a little too loudly and with no care. Dominic though could not hold his laugh at his next comment. "Scandalous does not even began to cover it. I would say conniving is more the world you are looking for my lord."

[glittxeringgold]

Eleana kept sulking, refusing to acknowledge Kaito's approach. Her anger was purely towards the Targaryens, but she was also apprehensive towards anyone who came near her in this vulnerable state. Can they not see she's grieving?

"I was not expecting an actual answer" The princess mumbled. Her siblings, sold off to some kingdom that would prefer to see Dorne burn rather than see to her family's safety. "Are you as dissatisfied as I am?" A small part of Eleana hoped she was not the only one not happy. Maybe they would be able to team up and express their mutual discomfort.

[shambleslily]

Sometimes it was moments like this that made him wish he was not so bleak. kaito would forget he did not need to be so literal with his replies. But her comment made him stop for a moment.

Though at her question, he pondered if to answer honestly. Was she testing him or did she general want to know? But it was not like he could say much when he himswlf had been arranged to marry another at his mother's request for the chamce to align with a great house was not one many would look over. So he answered her in his way. "In a perfect world we would be able to choose our own matches. I think we nobles are not given that luxury."