⋅ ʜᴇɪʀ ᴏғ ʜɪɢʜɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ⋅

[naiived-blog]

         ❛how odd to find you lacking the company of birds. how are you, brother? are you well?❜

studiousrose.

[studiousrose]

         ❛   not so very odd, brother. you just missed a fine hawk. i am well, yes.                              what of yourself? where is your lovely lady wife?   ❜

[queenmakcr-archived]

                                                           Such pleasant company, yes it had been all worth it, worth all the HASSLE that came from sneaking behind her father’s back travelling to Highgarden all on her own. It was all coming from having to endure the suitors her father has introduced to her— no insulted her with; all old enough to be her grandsire and all of houses too minor and UNBENEFITING of a Dornish princess. If she started to feel any guilt for her actions it was practically quenched by her constant reminders of how it was truly fer father’s fault… if only he hadn’t turned down any ELIGIBLE suitors, then she wouldn’t have plotted without his knowledge from the start.

                                                          Sneaking out. Yes, it seemed that Lord Willas had perhaps already speculated her manners of travel; her own uncle spoke many times of the Tyrell heir’s cleverness after all. Oh what must he think of her? He didn’t looked too phased or bothered by it, though the roses were { KNOWN } for their masks of pleasant courtesies, but then again he was a good friend of uncle’s… so she liked to THINK that he was pleased by her visit; whether ignorant of her schemes or not.

                                                                 “ Still, my lord is too kind to have me                                                          even without notice.                                                                                        Though ’tis a shame that                                                          I missed out on meeting MORE                                                                                                   of your family, " 

                                                         Arianne isn’t certain whether she meant these words or not, for though Lord Willas was a most GRACIOUS host, and like her, he seemed not too bothered by the historical feud between their two houses; but she wasn’t sure whether the rest of his family would have been so accommodating, especially a f t e r her uncle accidentally injuring their heir.

                                                         ” Though I must confess that the primary motive of                                                                                         my visit was from the start to meet you. “

[studiousrose]

         ❛  Yes, I’m sure you would have liked my sister. ❜  And her alone, most likely. Truths hidden beneath soft courtesies, as it was the way he had been taught to act. If anything, the Dornish Princess had been FORTUNATE to have missed the likes of Olenna and Mace Tyrell, who despised any who dared bear the name Martell. A century old feud was still fresh as the day it had happened in the hearts of his elders, it seemed –––– of course, only made worse by the accident that had befallen him. A shame, really, that such intelligent people would be blinded by something as petty as family rivalry older than they. 

The amused smile that graced his lips falters then, caught by the surprise of her confession. Such blunt nature was foreign to him. Adequately so, he supposed, as the woman who it belonged too was indeed from beyond his gardens. His curiosity was piqued, even more so than before. Perhaps mostly because he was not used to being the object of anyone’s interest, save from his own family’s. Certainly not from someone who had no apparent political reason to express it. 

                      ❛  And I must confess I never had                   a Princess run away to see me before.                   I do wonder what I’ve done to deserve                             such honour, your Grace.  ❜

[ifallelseperished]

“And in the Tyrell family, Loras is not the eldest son in the books,” Martin points out. “There are two older brothers, Willas and Garlan. I didn’t just put them in for hoots and giggles, they have roles to play in the last two books, and they don’t exist in the show. I’ve said from the start I wish we had more hours, but showrunners [David Benioff and Dan Weiss] work 24/7, 12 months a year.” x

[bloodiedwolf-blog]

       the words scratch at something buried – a sharp-tongued bent that        almost wants to tell him he’s in the wrong place, that stomaching a        war is no small thing for someone who can’t wield force of his own, if        only to defend himself – but she keeps that thought to herself, smoothes        out some of the furrowing of her brow, resists the urge to tell him she’s not        a girl. ( resists the urge to tell him she doesn’t need his advice on what to do        with her voice. )

       after a fashion, arya’s not sure any of that matters, anymore – and if he’s        offered her truth from his seeming gentled tongue and his warming eyes,        perhaps there won’t be as much danger here in being a girl as there has        been elsewhere. ( arry a necessity – to mask arya as much as to conceal        that which men might take from her – but perhaps, perhaps not here. )

       arya would have to remain hidden, even so ; a man not willing to hurt        her didn’t mean he was any friend of hers, or of wolves, and she had        nothing to give him as reason for friendship, all brittle, jagged edges        and snapping teeth, rage and hurt deep in her body, no coin or power        or allegiance that might serve to render herself important or worthwhile        to anyone.

       ( to most, arya stark was only useful so long        as she was dead and stayed that way. )

                ‘ stoney sept, ’ she decides ( to lie ) simply ; nearer than                    what she might have said, saltpans or king’s landing or                    white harbour, and a small enough town that if he ques-                    -tioned her for proof, she’d know the answers. ‘ and i wasn’t                    forcing anything. ‘s just my voice. ’

[studiousrose]

         Attentive eyes keep on studying the girl ; noting the lines of her features, her eyes, her voice, how it altered if she spoke truths or lies. Were she not a complete stranger, he may have been more capable of discovering the nature of the words he’d been fed, but alas, the attempt had been naught but vain. Digits gently tap against the fine oak of his cane, taking a moment to process her words ( a map being drawn in his head ). ❛ A long walk for a little girl on her own. ❜ He could have asked aloud of any possible travelling companions, but left the particular inquiry to hang in the air ; only implied. At her retort, his lips curve ever so lightly, yet with mirth clear all the same. ❛  If you say so.  ❜

          ❛  Famine plagues the Riverlands, I hear.  ❜ A curse that had not yet befallen the rich lands of the Reach. It was as if war hadn’t yet arrived to taint their beautiful gardens ; his people lived in a separate peace. For the moment, at least. ❛  You must be hungry. Come, I will see that you are fed and cleaned before you continue your travels. I cannot allow a child to go on as you are if I can help it. ❜  Normally, he would not wait for an answer, yet the situation was nowhere near normal. Willas stood where he was, weight leaning upon his support, with eyes capturing her own. He did not expect to have earned her trust in such short a time, yet he suspected a girl who was clever enough to disguise herself as a boy would not be so foolish as to refuse food and shelter for a day. 

[studiousrose]

thorns. lowkey rises from grave. hey what’s up beautiful people i’m sorry i’ve been absent these past few days, i just had to do a lot of stuff irl. i’m with a lot more time in my hands now, so i plan to dedicate these to willas. i’ll be getting to my drafts and stuff today! 

[studiousrose]

[rpstartersanskboxfillers]

Put "whisper" in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse's ear:

1. “I love you.” 2. “I hate you.” 3. “I know you love me.” 4. “Don’t act like you love me when it’s so clear that you don’t.” 5. “Don’t make me threaten you.” 6. “Marry me.” 7. “You smell lovely.” 8. “I can be cruel if I have to.” 9. “I can’t wait to watch you burn.” 10. “You’re perfect.” 11. “You were a mistake.” 12. “I never loved you.” 13. “I loved you too much.” 14. “Look a parrot.” 15. “Kiss me.” 16. “Let’s get out of here.” 17. “It’s over.” 18. “Oh, its just beginning.” 19. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” 20. “It’s now or never.”

[beautifullydignifiedx]

“Sansa Stark, I believe. You know how your father is; rather discussing these sorts of things with your grandmother than with me so I am a bit unsure.”

[studiousrose]

           ❛  And is it Sansa Stark, Father’s reluctance to confide in you            or both those things that has gotten you so cross, Mother?  ❜

[suteijian-archive-deactivated20]

Describe my muse’s aesthetic.

[queenmakcr-archived]

START. PLAY.

By her gestures and aspect the sheep will put herself easily at the disposal of the sun […] She is twenty-three years old, naturally dark, with glancing eyes, and very well made up. (x)

[studiousrose]

                            beautifullydignifiedx​ continued from [ x ] 

            ❛  And who is he making such arrangements with, pray tell?   ❜

[bloodiedwolf-blog]

       no weapon is drawn when canine snarl of warning halts arya’s        passage ; she senses wariness ( a bristled discomfort, strangely        akin to her own, and dogs are cousins of wolves ) in the creature’s        body, but no true malice, not like weese’s bitch before she killed        him ( before jaqen killed him, before i killed him, she corrects, though        the dog had been the vector of his demise ), and for that she does not        venture to snarl back or assert primacy.

       she has no primacy to assert, in any case – is an outsider in this        land, ill-fitting here as she is everywhere else ( no name, no home,        no kin, nothing but her empty stomach and her scars and the clothes        – ragged and over-large, still – on her back ) – but when she left ( fled        from ) the landing, roses were no friends of lions as far as she recalls,        and she wonders …

       wonders, at least, if she might at least be safer travelling through        this way, rather than continuing to follow nearer to the kingsroad        – all she wants, in truth, is unmolested passage, and when dark        steel gaze darts to the dog’s master’s face, she finds herself sear-        -ching for hints of promise and threat both, such that she might        decide where to place him, friend or ally or foe or no one at all.

               ‘ no, ’ arya returns, reluctantly taking a step backward ; not frightened                   ( she fears no dog, and the man seems mistrustful, too, but not hostile,                   not unkind entire, to look at him – and if it came to that, she’s sure she                   could best him, besides ), but coaxing herself into a sort of caution, blaze                   of her eyes muted. i mean no harm, she means to say, but the words sound                   stiff and too-formal in her mind, and so she shakes her head before trying                   again, roughing the edge of her voice to be arry again, to be lowborn, to be                   no one and nothing to anybody. ‘ i’m only travelling. not going to hurt anyone,                   promise. ’

[studiousrose]

             Satisfaction graces lord’s features in the form of ever so subtle a curve upon his lips ; nearly hidden by the rough beard that adorned them. No words leave him, only a sharp sounding whistle that prompts canine protector to back away and join his other companions by his master’s side. ‘Twas the truth that Willas, more oft than not, fell victim to a kind heart that would beat ever so furiously against cage bones when wanting to have itself heard. Before the war, such condition already plagued him. Now, in a country divided and starved people appearing from every corner, it had only gotten worse. 

                ❛  Good. I do so hate violence. ❜ Proclaims the cripple at last, breaking the silence he had imposed upon himself. ❛ And you shouldn’t force your voice, girl. It might come to damage your vocal chords if you make a habit out of it. ❜ Remarks he, with the air of nonchalance. A motion of his head is made, urging the girl to approach. I won’t hurt you either, his eyes said. ❛  Tell me, where are you from? You needn’t be afraid to tell me, I promise not to hold it against you. ❜ Petty prejudices didn’t blind a man such as he, one who valued knowledge so highly and prided himself in possessing an open mind ( the first step to a greater mind, he so found ). 

[agallantarchive-deactivated2016]

    « I think one of the reasons Loras decided to join        the Kingsguard is to avoid a marriage proposal,        knowing Grandmother it wouldn’t be difficult for        her to find someone suitable. Worry not, brother,        for you’re far better than any knight from a song        and you forget that the girl will be Lady of        Highgarden one day. »

[studiousrose]

            ❛  Grandmother is quite the matchmaker. Loras                found a clever way out, though I doubt she would               be in much of a hurry to find him a wife. Look at                you, living up to your name. You are far too gallant,               brother. You will make me blush. Ah, yes, quite a                title to have, isn’t it? Tell me about our Lady-to-be,               then. You’ve seen more of her than her future husband.  ❜

[kristinakomleva]

[highgardenharridan]

“My ʜᴏɴᴇʏ-ᴄᴀᴋᴇ, I have missed you.”   A man grown, but no matter, as she still used childhood terms of endearment for all her grandchildren.  Olenna kissed his cheek, rather sloppily, then pulled away in annoyance of the rough facial hair.  “You know I don’t like that thing,” she chastised, tugging gently on his beard..  “I find you much handsomer clean shaven.  I almost brought you a wife in young Sansa Stark, but the Lannisters whisked her away for themselves.  Greedy lions!”

She settled herself in a chair, groaning softly with relief.  As for the question Willas posed, there was no easy answer.   “Joffrey is hostile and near mad, I would wager the result of being inbred.  It is problematic, ‘tis true, but not insurmountable.  Spare no worry for your sister, for she will be queen as she so desires.  And she will be kept safe, at all costs.”

[studiousrose]

            It is not in him to protest against his Grandmother’s displays of affection. He knows better than to counter her in such matters ; there was no use. Willas only smiles in amusement, even as he feels a tug on his beard - not entirely unexpected, as Olenna made a point out of informing him of her distaste for it whenever the chance arose. ❛  So I’ve heard. Perhaps ‘twas for the greater good, Sansa Stark may have disapproved of my facial hair as well. I take it the Imp keeps his face clean, yes?  ❜ A shame, nonetheless, even if he jested about it now. ❛  I dread to think of what else the Lannisters will do with the girl in their hands. Poor child.  ❜ We could have taken care of her. 

He leans back on his chair, drinking in every piece of information his Grandmother delivers on the question he’d been most curious about. ❛  The rumours are true, then. What a pity. We could do without another Mad King in our hands. Wine? ❜ The heir pours the crimson liquid into a then-empty goblet, and slides it closer to the matriarch in all but name. Despite the nonchalance in his manner ( a trait he may very well have inherited from the woman across from him ) the wheels of his mind spun ever so fervently, surely scanning through means to an end.  ❛  Undoubtedly. We cannot very well let our Margaery in harm’s way, can we?  ❜

[queenmakcr-archived]

                                 “ Yes, ‘tis a family trait of his,                                                   yet I find that words can be just as powerful                                                                          as certain actions, can they not, my lord? " 

                                 Though with all this talk of her uncle, for a second the princess cannot ignore that there seems to be an UNCOMFORTABLE itch from the fact that she has gone behind his back to visit Highgarden in the first place. She does not wish to think of it, how her uncle and father will react to the news of her running off… she would deal with these lingering thoughts later she thought to herself.

                                 It wasn’t difficult, not in the company of someone sopleasant as the heir to Highgarden to expel thoughts of the possible consequences of her visit to the Tyrells. Nodding with a smile on her face, she follows the lord and seats herself feeling content. Not knowing whether t'was the { CHANGE } of scenery or that Lord Willas himself proved to be both handsome and amiable, but she found that she was indeed happy here, Highgarden was indeed agreeing with the Princess.

                                 ” Yes travelling under the scorching Dornish sun                   can tire one out, so nothing would be so agreeable as food,        wine and your company of course—                                           you have been far too a kind to me, especially since        there was no warning of my visit in the first place. “

[studiousrose]

                   ❛  There are those who say words are sharper than swords.                    I, as an wielder of only the first, am inclined to agree indeed. ❜

           The lack of either Dornish prince escorting the woman does leave a lot to be questioned, yet he finds that the opportunity for such questioning to ensue has not yet arisen. Though the only true question would be WHY she had chosen to come so suddenly, for the execution was clear enough. Not that it bothered him, per se, and if it did, he did a masterful job at hiding any unpleasantness from his features. A rose was he, after all, and would only prick those who dared come too close. 

              A man too was he, left alone more times than he cared to count. Company of any stimulating sort was surely more than welcome ; he cherished it. And Arianne Martell was nothing if not intriguing, from her motives to her vastly different culture that he, a scholar thirsty for knowledge, was ever so interested in learning more about. Despite claiming himself not to be so, gallantry does befall him as he smiles at the princess, giving her his full attention as any gentleman would, and only deviating it to send a servant to fetch the wine and appetizers for them. He takes a seat across from her, leaving the cane to rest by his chair. 

                        ❛  Never mind that, I find your company gratifying. ‘Tis                         been a bit too quiet around here lately ; most my family                         has gone to attend a wedding at Oldtown. Unfortunately,                          I was unable to join them. My leg will only permit me to go                         so far. I could never dream of sneaking out to Dorne, for                         one, without anyone noticing.  ❜

[studiousrose]

"I have a confession to make, my child." -beautifullydignifiedx

                ❛  Never a good start to a conversation, is it?            But speak freely, Mother. What must you confess?  ❜