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[heradeferre]

“ ──Hey, hey, hey!” Lyanna called, the reins in her hands. 

“Be careful. We don't want you to be buried underneath my horse's hooves.”

[audaax]

                 “Don't look at me like that.” She's guilty, repentant...                       ...but her guilt-ridden emotions would soon dissolve.

She'll still wind up in Shane's arms, even if they'd be concealed by some tree while Carl and the others were sleeping. She seeks solace from him, and he gives it to her with ease.

[lygar-i]

Raven brows furrowed as bottle-green eyes tracked the small boy's movements, tapering fingers tightening their iron grip upon Gungnir's staff before the god-king saw fit to speak. 

"You are not of Asgard, child. How is it you have come here?"

[lygar-i]

     "If you believe me to care, you are more foolish than I first thought."

[lygar-i]

     "Ah, Lady Sif. I trust by your presence here that peace is maintained throughout the realms?"

[corleaena-archive]

{ renewal }

Too long had the woman lain in confinement, too long had she mourned a child whose face she never saw. Yet she would not leave - not until she had driven both grief and fear from her heart. Whispers filled the air, surely this proved their point. The lioness was too old to bear their young wolf an heir --

            She would surely be put aside.

  Cersei found it was not her pride that was wounded at the thought, but her very soul. She had sworn to herself the notion of love was ill-fated and childish. Love had been what she had felt as a youth for her brother, but even that had faded.

What she felt now -- was nothing. Yet within herself she knew she was the greatest liar in that account. The thought of him taking another woman had driven her from where she hid, emboldened by a force stronger than even petty jealousy that she strode into his chambers without even the grace to knock.

      "My Lord --" 

   Her voice was foreign even to her own ears, the tone was warm and honeyed - soft as she dipped to curtsy before him. Would she go to her knees and beg? In that fragile moment she did not fully know.

[queenmakcr-archived]

                Come to the Water Gardens to entertain our secret guest. That's what her father had instructed a few nights before. Arianne had basically started to pack up immediately at this, as it was one of those very rare moments where Prince Doran had actually entrusted her with something important. Also it had been more than a month since her had invited her to travel to the Water Gardens anyway —— it made her hope more than she'd dare to, ever since finding her father's secretive letter to her brother; revealing that he wanted to give her birthright to Quentyn.

                The journey from Sunspear to the Watergardens had thankfully been quick and easy as she had only travelled with a few of her father's guards. So Arianne was neither tired nor exhausted when she was led into one of the smaller solars of the castle, where she was told to wait for the Targaryen prince, so that she could greet him. The Princess of Dorne hadn't thought much of meeting with exiled Targaryen, until now. She had heard the rumours and tales about his nature, which made her pray to herself that these were nothing but vicious stories —— but her naivety wasn't high enough for her to have such expectations.