#ironevent01

[lcdycersei]

        cersei’s eyes followed the scatter of drunken men before her.  she attempted to keep a straight face, but their stench was far too repulsive to the lady. unfortunately, she had to remain at the feast to show the starks her good faith and her husband her support in whatever drunk endeveors he was taking part in. the root of everything that was foul in cersei’s life. “ i did not expect for the north to hold such lavish feasts. must indeed be a special occasion. “ she said, picking her own goblet and taking a drink of it to try and disguise her discomfort. surely, some alcohol would make the evening slightly more bearable. “ speaking of, i have not laid eyes on lady catelyn this whole evening. if you happen to encounter her after i retire to my chambers do send her my greatest gratitude for having us. “

[daivasalgia-blog]

          they patiently gulp down another mouthful of wine, a gag follows and a shiver passes through them. aislin had always despised the taste of wine, finding the way it burned to be undesirable. they avoided the drink when possible, though here in the middle of the feast, they felt obligated. again, they press the cup to their lips, forcing the rest of the drink down their throat. their eyes squeeze shut, their face contorts into an expression of disgust.  “d a m n.” they hiss.

[stcrmm-blog]

“no- thank you.” his hand facing the offerer. he had made a promise to himself that he would not drink. he was here for tommen, not for himself. if anything happened to the boy because of dominic’s drunkenness, he wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt.  “i am here solely for duty.”

[daivasalgia-blog]

          “you have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.”