#itakemyordersfrommyqueen

[targaryenxqueen-blog]

fireofkhaleesi I did spell it wrong, sorry it's itakemyordersfrommyqueen sorry

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

Fuck me.

"I have let you take too many liberties as is." she murmured. She must be strong here, she could not waver. She must be a Queen now and not a woman. 

[lyannaofblueroses]

+1 itakemyordersfrommyqueen

"Ser Mormont- what brings you to Winterfell? If I... am allowed to ask it of you." 

[squiretoawolf]

"Let's see....how can I help you?"

[valiantlynoblyhonorably-blog]

+6 found the Last Dragon

"It is not wise to sneak up on someone..."

[squiretoawolf]

+7

Ethan was used to it by that point, those story hounds who wanted to hear of what had happened that fateful day in the Red Keep.  That day however, he wanted none of it.  "If you're looking for a tale you came to the wrong place..."

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

Sometimes she wasn't completely sure where she was in the day to day flow of things. What was this party for again? Something or another, all she knew was thank the gods Sansa was here or she'd be bored to tears by now. 

The youngest child of King Aerys the Second and Queen Rhaella, the only girl, and sister to the Prince Rhaegar, Prince Viserys (the widely agreed upon trouble maker) Daenerys was often drug to boring functions that required her to dress up. 

She was also often friends with the children of nobility. The Starks had been Lords and Ladies of the great wide North for thousands of years. And Dany of course knew the younger Starks from her time at school. 

The young princess looked more like a queen, soft platinum blonde hair gathered away from her bare shoulders, her dress black silk and taffeta, the skirt falling out and away, even trailing behind her as she walked. Along the bodice red beading caught in the light, the black sequins and material making the color look almost the deep red of dried blood. Targaryen colors. Crystal earrings dangled close to her slender neck, and her silver designer shoes added four inches to her petite height, yet even those seemed to be swallowed by the dark fabric. 

Her slender hand cradled her face as she watched Sansa dance with the Prime Minster's grandson, before she caught someone approaching the table. Sitting up straighter she smiled and rose. "Good evening." she said clasping her hands in front of her. "Ser Jorah Mormont, you work with Lord Stark, correct?"

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

I want my bear.