#kingmaketh

[petitsdieu]

🦪 ... "well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of." ... @kingmaketh

❛ Flesh and blood — as of you. ❜

The moon looks like a wax seal in the sky and streams a punch of light from the veranda into her bedroom. One or two little braids have been unmade in her indicate half-up ... exudes an undoing ⸺ an undressing moment not meant to be seen ⸺ that suddenly makes his presence seem rather taboo instead of dutiful. Yet, she shows little signs of shyness. Even when her bed-robe folds off her shoulder. Where she's from they are afforded more allowance to show skin than a larger part of Westeros but the Princess has always been comfortable in her skin than most people.

She stretches the space between them, naturally floating from one side of the room to the other. She retakes her tea cup and finishes what's left ... to hide her mouth, the shape it makes. She looks back at him after a swallow.

❛ Did you think I was made of something different? ❜

[luceryse]

arrax was still small enough that he was perfect for remaining undetected while scouting. after baela had reported sightings of criston cole in the company of hightower knights, luke took it upon himself to investigate. upon his pearlescent dragon he scoured the dense forest and by luck or happenchance, luke discovered criston cole by his lonesome. arrax touched down with an expectant prince atop of him. having survived his ordeal at storm's end had hardened luke, making him a cruel and mischievous ghost of himself. "well, well, well. what do we have here?"

@kingmaketh

[drhalepitt]

LAUGH receiver hears sender laugh, really laugh, for the first time

They had seen each other here and there; he'd started to stop by asking for more of her remedies, and she was polite in turn and greeted him on the streets. The large stoic man had become a favorite to talk to since so few looked at her, barely noticed her presence until she was there, and attention was called to it. He never seemed to mind, and she watched his face many times, looking for that hint of disgust, revolt, if he was frightened of her. She found nothing, but she also found nothing, just sad eyes.

The understanding, a strange friendship, was now shared.

Now the smallfolk were celebrating, feasting on what scraps they could pull together, mead in hand, and a stage fit for royalty, though none would dare travel to them, and a vulgar play meant for after-hours consumption. She stood in the crowd, quiet amongst them, next to him. A soft giggle here and there until there was something quick-witted that had come from the actor's mouth.

She felt his shoulder brush hers, the makings of a boisterous laugh, before she heard it, and snapped to look at him. It was the first time she'd ever heard him truly laugh, his face softened and eyes just narrowly closed as he howled with a laughter she didn't know him to possess. That alone made her, in turn, laugh, hand covering her mouth. He looked younger for those few moments, less weathered and hardened against a world she knew too easily to be cruel.

Igraine prefered when he laughed, it meant for a few moments, there was one less pair of sad eyes for her to look at.

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw) » @kingmaketh

[hightowerqueen]

A RAVEN HAS ARRIVED FOR THE QUEEN FROM SER CRISTON COLE: 

❝ it was, as you so often tell me, a hideous time, so why do you need these reminders of it ? ❞ (@kingmaketh)

 ❝ i cannot and i will not forget the injuries done to me and mine. nor can i forgive.❝ the court, and her husband, for that matter, may think that she has moved on to some degree from the dark day when aemond lost his eye but the fury remains, simmering just below the surface. on that day, she learned a painful and necessary lesson, only she can be trusted to defend the interests of her children. 

even their own father, the king, cannot be counted upon to protect his offspring, so devoted is he to his firstborn. even when his son, their son, had been stolen of an eye, he had not acted with the decisiveness that the situation had demanded. thus, she had learned that in the years to come, she would be wise to prepare herself so that when the day came that her children needed to be defended again, she could do so without looking to her husband to do so. after all, one day, viserys would be gone and the throne he left behind would be vacant. 

❝ i find such reminders helpful in truth, ser criston. it is true that there is anger and pain in remembering such a time but those feelings drive me forward. ❝ she concedes with a forward tilt of her head. there are moments when she finds the path she walks to be exhausting but whenever she is reminded of the slight against her son, she is filled yet again with resolve. 

❝ it reminds me that i can not trust to the king's justice where my children are involved. it reminds me why i act as i do. only i was quick to defend aemond that terrible night and i must be ready to be even fiercer on the day that it is time for aegon to embrace his birthright.  ❝ 

[fatestaken]

STARTER for ser criston / @kingmaketh ft. alicent hightower

'i know not how you have the patience to deal with the antics of those boys. never a day passes when aegon or aemond do not find some mischief for themselves.' her tone is awash with exasperation but there is no mistaking the warm affection imbued within her words as her dark brown eyes follow the departing figures of her two eldest sons as they race each other back from the training yard into the keep. 'tell me, how are they faring? it comforts me to know that they are learning under your watchful eye but—' a pause as her bottom lip is drawn between pursed teeth. if only her sons could understand the fleeting nature of youth. she would not have them jettison the vestiges of their remaining innocence yet she would also have them be prepared for the trials to come. 'still I worry that it may not be enough. aemond has a sharp mind and uncommonly perceptive for his age but aegon, I wish he could see the future as I do.'

she loves her eldest son with the inherent ferocity felt by many mothers towards their firstborn but the love she bears him does not mean she is blinded to the glimmers of faults. he has lived a coddled life and she fears it will make him complacent. 'should he ever need it, I have no doubt that aegon will be able to rely on aemond to be his sword and shield but I would that he were not so lost in the pleasures of youth.' she fears her eldest does not understand the importance of moderation. 'aegon's future will not be smooth simply because he wishes it to be so. you know as well as I that there are many at court who would wish him harm if only because he is the king's firstborn son and my child.' it is unlike her to speak with such candor but if not with ser criston then who?

[crownednight]

ikea really knows how to make building a crib stressful… // @kingmaketh

__________✨    THE    ROOM    IS    STARTING    TO    COME    TOGETHER    NOW    –    the   painted   mural   they   worked   on   together   has   dried,    the   rocking   chair   sits   in   the   corner   awaiting   the   late   nights   that   will   soon   arrive    –    the    last    piece    to    fall    into    place    is    the    crib.    she   laughs   under   her   breath   to   see   the   mess   of   parts   spread   before   him,    before   she's   moving   down   to   sit   next   to   him   on   the   ground,    her   hand   on   her   growing   belly.    she's    slower    than    she'd    like    in    the    movement,    but    the    babies    are    far    enough    along    now    she    can't    even    see    her    toes    !!    she   reaches   out   for   the   instructions,    her   brow   scrunching.    she    can't    tell    if    he's    on    step    two    or    step    four,    it    all    looks    the    same    to    her.    ❛    you   know,    i   think   it   would   have   been   easier   to   try   to   work   out   actual    swedish    than   these   pictures.    ❜    with   a   sigh,    she   takes   another   look   at   the   parts    &&    tries   to   picture   how   it   all   assembles   together.    ❛    it's   almost   lunch.    we   could   always   order   in    &&    see   if   someone   has   a   youtube   video   putting   this   together    ??    what   do   you   think    ??    ❜

[petitsdieu]

🦪 … Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter ... @kingmaketh

Princess Hara's natal day is revered as a hollyday in Belarilia. It is She who brings the summer. Smallfolk and nobleborns shower her with gifts. The most frequented offering is fruit ⸺ it is the most accessible option and happens to be something everyone knows she loves. The overabundance could be easy waste and yet, it's been altered to tradition ... one she's only broken during mourning phases. Every child that needs ⸺ no, wants ⸺ to enjoy the yield may. In a stretch of field belonging to no one is a tree with crepe-skirts of pinked flowers ... it provides cover and allows the light in. But this is not her home-island, this is somewhere within ...

... paced narrow walkways where litter drifted and lichen yeasted. ⸺ cloud atlas, page 203.

Against Ser Criston Cole council, she came ill prepared. It started off sweet, contained. ⸺ no more than a dozen children (or perhaps, two) ⸺ before the inanition masses overtook it. What started off as a breathable alcove became very, very small.

This is the first break in their escape where they can stop. Her ankle throbs from the roll mid-sprint. And still, she doesn't regret it. Today would feel incomplete. She has a little wooden figure of a dragon a little boy gave her in her pocket. She ... she turns to face him, full on.

❛ Please, do not say it. ❜

[inheritsnothing]

sorry not sorry @quccninchains & @kingmaketh my job is to make your lives miserable.