#❇ queue.

[zobrietikuni]

the young prince, for once, is rendered completely silent. there is almost a dumfounded expression worn upon his countenance as he stares at her. it was not often that he was the root of disappointment. especially in the eyes of someone who he revered greatly. " it seemed the right thing to do. at the time. " he adds the last part in a quieter tone, though his expression is stern as he regards her. " you question me as if you would not do the same. "

❇    —  SO THIS IS WHO VHAGAR HAS CHOSEN. from beneath her black sheer veil, visenya considers the boy; a one-eye, a second son. vhagar is too great to choose so unwisely, visenya reminds herself, and finds herself straightening. in spite of her old, old age, her back remains straight. her demeanor is still that of a queen's. through the sheer veil, her piercing purple eyes remain much the same. old and haggard as she may be beneath, none could deny the truth of it. " do not presume to speak for me, boy, " visenya says, her voice calm though chilled by the trace of ice. " tell me, why is it my dragon chose you ? ? ? i have found myself wondering, if you are all the rumors have conveyed. "

@sparedson

[zobrietikuni]

“He values many women greatly, Ned.” Lyanna replies with a small wrinkle of her nose, gray eyes looking at him with incredulity, the two young men were good friends as the younger knew; but Ned couldn’t be so oblivious. “They say he already fathered a bastard.” 

❇    —  A SMALL, UNMISTAKABLE BLUSH FLICKERS ACROSS NED'S cheeks, as he finds himself a little unsure how to reply. it's a fleeting, embarrassing moment at robert's behest, before he finds it in him to clear his throat and nod. " i won't lie to you, lya. robert does have a bastard in the vale. mya. " ned has not personally met the girl, though robert speaks fondly of her. a fond father already, ned tries to reason, a good thing. " it was well before he was betrothed to you. many lords father bastards before they are engaged, lya. and, besides, i do not think i have seen robert's eyes stray since your betrothal. "

@steel-winter-rose

[zobrietikuni]

The both of them were stubborn, each refusing to back down. Often as children needing to be split up whenever their tempers ran hot. It seems the years had not done much to change that between the siblings. A sigh left her lips, anger fading from her features. Unfortunate circumstances. A family war. And they were all fearful of their futures. Steps are taken towards her brother, smaller hand taking his larger one in an act of comfort, a moment of wonder crossing her mind on how much longer she would be able to find comfort in his presence, or the younger boys. Would any of them survive this war? “I am scared too, Jace. Some nights I cannot sleep from the fear.” A soft smile, head tilted, “Just never talk to me like that again.”

❇    —  " I WON'T. I SWEAR. " JACE MEANS THIS as well. in spite of the anger which runs hot between them - the dragon blood they share, from their mother - jace manages to find a cooler head. an apologetic smile finds its way across his face, masked by stubble - the subtle shades of manhood. a boy no longer, he often thinks, when he catches his reflection. he reaches out to squeeze his sister's hands, his touch gentle and affectionate. they are all on edge. all of them. they have been ever since the one-eye killed luke. they are just buying their time now, waiting, and watching. the war carries on, seemingly without end. gods only know the outcome of it all. " it's all been so complicated. ever since . . . ever since luke, things haven't been the same. and this war doesn't look as if it's coming to an end anytime soon, either. and daemon . . . daemon isn't helping. "

@pertinaxism

[zobrietikuni]

@kipagircs // 👫 for Mel cos now I HAVE TO

❇    —  THE CHRONICLES OF MELISANDRE'S WEIRD ASS FRIENDSHIPS.

lucerys might very well be the closest thing melisandre has ever had to a " friend. " while they are by no means buddy-buddy, melisandre does have a peculiar sense of fondness towards lucerys that is otherwise foreign to her, in part because he is one of the few people she has encountered in this world who does not treat her cruelly or use her for a notorious gain. he is, on near every account, pure of heart. HENCE WHY HE IS AZOR AHAI.

melisandre is very conscious and attentive to lucerys' health, whether it involves what he eats in a day, the upkeep of his wounds or general health, and if he tries to endanger himself by embarking into battles. melisandre tries to place lucerys in a position of authority, whereas aemond is in the position of combat.

melisandre wants to officiate aemond and lucerys' wedding under the light of her lord. she is so sure that if they are wedded and bound beneath her god, that it shall strengthen lucerys' role as azor ahai, and ensure the absolute protection of the realms.

if melisandre were put into a position where she had to kill or sacrifice lucerys in the name of her lord or for the greater good, she wouldn't want to do it. she most likely would, but she, for the first time in her life as a follower to her lord, would hesitate on his wishes.

[zobrietikuni]

❇    —  THERE ARE NONE ROBERT FAVORS WITHIN HIS own court, none he can trust, none he can truly tolerate . . . his is a blind rage, dulled by wine and whoring. he knows how these games are played. he knows his role within it. sometimes it is better to forget the whole of it, until it is forced into his face. this is stannis' most wretched habit, this brother of his. the stoic and friendless lord, whose cold eyes are intent upon robert, preening and speaking on and on about something important. robert knows it should be worth the king's attentions. and robert can handle it no longer. with an angry roar, he throws his hand across his desk, spilling the parchment and ink and wine, sending it all across the floor. he breathes heavily like an angry boar, muscles twitching. " gods be damned to you, stannis. damned to you and to your whole fucking lot, " he snaps. " i've half a mind to bludgeon your head in just to shut you up. "

robert looks away towards the spilled wine, grimacing, and strides across the chamber towards one of those lannister boys tywin keeps imprinted to his side. the boy, holding a pitcher of wine, trembles and sees to it his king's chalice is refilled. robert drinks the whole of it, almost not catching stannis' words amidst the ringing in his ears. but he hears them. he hears them.

❝i’m fairly sure you’re threatening me. but i want to be more certain before i decide to what to do about it.❞ @ofperzys

robert turns, slowly. his blue eyes are a storm. " aye. perhaps i am threatening you, stannis . . . " grunts the man. " you seem to forget your place. who is the king here. not you. "

[zobrietikuni]

❇    —  VISERYS IS QUITE CERTAIN HIS ARSE SHALL shall bruise. the fall he had faced during his nephew's name-day tourney had been . . . embarrassing, to say the least. he can still recall how there had been laughter amongst the crowd. cheering for the opposing knight. viserys had fumed, near tempted to grip his sword, until he caught sight of his brother from his place high above; those stern purple eyes looking down at him. viserys could only grit his teeth and carry forward, knuckles clenched and his pride drenched by mud and sweat. he retreated to his respective chamber to change out of his armor, drowned a little in wine, before returning back to the festivities. he wanders, at first a little aimlessly, until a voice catches his attention.

❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ @pulchramsolis

viserys stills, his back tensing. it is a honeyed voice, sweet as nectar, and he spins around with an absolutely offended look to find his niece's very small, very delicate, and very beautiful handmaiden standing before her. she gave her favor to brandon stark, he recalls with a very obvious grimace. and now she mocks him.

the audacity ! ! !

" you should not speak to your prince in such a tone, my lady, " viserys says, crossly. his fair face prickles with a blush.