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It was late into the evening; the sun now setting and the night’s moon rising. Helena stood in her private chambers with one of her family guard’s standing at her door. Helena finally had a chance to unpack her belongings and begin making small changes to the room to make it more to her likening. She had requested a tea set be brought to her room and kept there permanently with a small wooden box containing her favourite teas. Helena had also purchased a wooden easel and multiple blank canvases for her painting. Helena had sauntered into the shop of a local merchant a few days ago; making a rather large order of an abundance of painting supplies. Helena had left her own supplies, many which were bestowed to her by her mother throughout her youth, in Silverhill. Something she missed dearly, but did not have enough room to pack for her journey to Sunspear.

Helena now stood in front of her mirror; wearing one of the multiple gowns she ordered from the local dress shop. Helena opted for a more traditional Dornish gown; wishing to immerse herself into the culture. Helena admired herself in the mirror; she wore a navy blue silk skirt enhanced with a foil print in framed tree and floral motifs that rested at her waist. Helena also wore a top that was embroidered with a floral pattern similar to her skirt. The blouse cropped at her upper torso. Helena turned to the table next to her mirror, reaching for the light, transparent shawl that was embroidered with the same pattern as her dress and blouse, wrapping it around her shoulders. Helena turned, admiring her reflection. In the background, Helena heard the sound of soft footsteps near her door. She turned, seeing her older brother, Cedric, walking by her door. “Cedric!” she called out, “Please come in. I need you for a moment.” Helena turned her back to the door and him, before asking, “Could you button the back of this for me, please?”

#posting again bc tumblr hates salma and won't let her reply #cedrictyrell

make my muse scared meme: "you are a pathetic excuse of a person, a girl not a woman, who wants respect but is happy to continue being in the service of the same woman that happily calls your father and brother traitors. you like to believe people make fun of you for your hearing impairments, whilst in reality you're too blind to acknowledge people snicker at the princess of the vale running behind the skirts of the dragon queen like a common lapdog.

“cedric stop it.” rosa said backing away from the man. she had no idea what had set the tyrell off in such a way. but the words he spoke were harsh and cruel but maybe within his words were bits of truth tangled in there. “i am not hiding behind anyone, please cedric...” she begged as he continued on and on. “people are not making fun of me anymore.”

#;;ask #THIS IS ALSO VERY RUDE #i would say a 7 or 8 out of 10 #cedrictyrell

make my muse scared meme; "you talk about the independent kingdoms with a spiteful tongue, brand them traitors. we both know deep in your heart you are jealous of their determination in doing what you are too cowardly to do. you insist on being your proud cousin's bitch. her lannister husband dares wearing the crown that belongs either on his wife or your brother's head. you know it is wrong. you are a spineless coward, and all of westeros knows it. why else does nobody ask for your hand?

“you know nothing of what is in my heart, cedric!” she shouts. she cannot believe that she had been so foolish as to begin a friendship with the man who stood before her. his venomous words make her sick to her stomach.. partially because she knows at least some of it is true. “and when rhaena hangs you for the traitor you and your brother are, i will grin as the life drains from your eyes.”

#as viserys would say #you have awakened the dragon ced #cedrictyrell

can you please reserve the court dancer and spy, neelam devi qismat, and deepika padukone for salma? thank you ♥

hi there dear, and of course you can. the position of a court dancer and spy by the name of neelam devi qismat and the faceclaim of deepika padukone is reserved for you !

#cedrictyrell

( ♛ truth serum ) : do you actually think your husband has it in him to rule? the stormlands need allies to survive being independent

“I BELIEVE MY husband is more than capable of ruling, with me at his side and the might of the stormlands behind us - you will see alliances forged and oaths made and those who doubt us will be proven wrong. i am always looking to make allies, and i am actively seeking to further our strength. ”

#* / truth serum.#cedrictyrell

♤ ✂

the servants outside the rooms stood uncomfortable as the shouting became louder. even the dog had moved a paw over his snout to avoid the awkward situation that was happening. lynesse was tired of being treated like she was some silly girl, and she could tell that he was just becoming progressively frustrated by her refusal to give him answers. her hands went up into the air as she shouted back at him. “i don’t owe you an explanation, you prick!” with her final declaration she reached for the door, only getting it halfway through before it was slammed shut by a strong hand. his arm ran parallel to her face and the outward display made her clam up even further. she did not like it, and she turned to scream what he wanted to hear at him but his next words cut her off. ‘sit. down.’

lynesse struggled to move and fear and annoyance showed through on her face. she could only imagine how he felt having just been married to a stranger, but his wife seemed pretty enough and lynesse just saw him lying naked with her every time she saw him. of course she was avoiding him, she did not what that image. but now she only saw his anger at her and that hurt just as much. at least he was paying attention to her. he pointed at the chair and she followed his stern gaze and did as she was told. when she sat down he asked her once more what was wrong. “nothing is wrong with me, i told you twice, i have been busy. go fuck your wife.” at that, the shouting began again and frog whimpered outside the door, clawing at the wood.

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make my muse scared meme: you've put our family in jeopardy by giving the iron throne and the lannisters something else to use against emeric. you are unable to do the most simple ask we all at one stage have to endure, because you are selfish and a waste of our family's time and effort.

Helena was in disbelief at the sight that laid in front of her; this creature -- that somehow took on the appearance of her brother -- whatever it was, she felt compelled to respond to their vicious words. “Don’t you dare scold me on such matters, golden boy.” she says curtly, emphasizing his nickname. “Don’t you dare speak to me on wasting our family’s time and effort when you abandoned us when I we needed you most. I did not just endure my marriage. I survived it. You don’t know what it is like to feel trapped at your own home. Every day I felt as if I was suffocating and wearing a mask.” She pauses, not wanting to dive into such personal matters. “Meanwhile while I scarified my happiness for our family, you are able to do as you please; whore yourself out to local tavern wenches, stable girls, or take a wife that you will most likely abandon as well. At least I do not need to be with some whore in order to feel loved.”

Helena looks down to the floor; she could feel her eyes becoming wet. “Get out. Now.”

#ask #salma you so cruuuuuuuel #cedrictyrell

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When Helena first arrived to the gates of the palace, she was not surprised in the slightest to hear that her brothers were currently residing in their allocated lodgings. During their childhood, their mother had made every effort to have Helena and her brothers grow up away from the political intrigue of Highgarden, and therefore, it came as no shock to her that her brothers preferred to remain in the comfort of their separate lodgings rather than spending their free time within the castle of Sunspear itself. Helena was informed by a servant that her family had been offered hospitality at the home of a wealthy dornish-loyal lord. Upon hearing of her brother’s whereabouts, Helena’s next task consisted of discovering the location of this manor. From what Helena was told, the manor was about a twenty minute walk from the palace. Having been trapped inside a stifling and tiny carriage for weeks, Helena was more than happy to make her own way to the manor by foot. She decided to leave her personal effects at Sunspear, hoping her brother or a servant would be able to make the trek back to the palace and fetch her belongings for her.

Helena could feel the sun’s dry and glistening rays hit her face as she made her trek through Sunspear’s thronging town towards her family’s lodging. The air was dry, her lips quenched as she strolled through the arid terrain. When Helena finally arrived to the manor, she couldn’t help but feel a sense a familiarity as the manor shared a similar resemblance to Highgarden. Helena felt the corner of her lips tug into a small, faint smile; a gesture that had become so sparse for her while she resided in Silverhill.

After announcing her identify to one of the manor’s servants, Helena was quickly directed to the room in which her brothers were currently residing in. Helena expressed her gratitude to the maidservant before dismissing them. This was a conversation that she had been waiting to have with her brothers for long while; a conversation in which she would prefer to have alone. Helena brought a hand to her stomach, a nervous habit she had developed as a young child and still continued to do to this day, her fingers fiddling with her silk robes. Helena firmly knocked on the door before entering the room. Her light orbs quickly caught sight of Cedric and Emeric, who both sat on opposite ends of the room. It had been over three years since she had last saw Emeric; his eyes looking tired and his demeanor quiet and somber. Cedric, who had also changed — his boyish face having vanished and instead replaced with a more virile feature — sat in a chair with a drink in his hand.