#librarywent.

[stovmborn]

                ❝  so  many  men  have  tried  to  kill  me,    i  do  not  remember  all  of  their  names.  ❞

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[stovmborn]

           deadly is the tongue of the dragon, flames dwindling upon taste buds, as if they are like to spill forth and swallow the bastard who stands before her. if they are to rule together, they must stand together. that was the premise of an alliance. and yet, daenerys stormborn can scarcely stand her husband to be. narrowed eyes are as dark as shadows, lilacs glimmering against candleflame, so dark that they might be mistaken for amethysts. palms rest at here forefront, a regal stance befitting of a queen. one might mistake her stance for stoic, when truthfully, the reason she harbours such animosity is because she feels with every fibre of her being.

cold is her stare, a contrast to the fire that burns inside of her, though ramsay bolton cannot steady those flames. his malicious smile alone only stirs them. if she is to take all seven kingdoms, it must be with him by her side, begrudging as she may be. ❝ we must find common ground, my lord, if we are to be wed. as i am to be your queen, as well as your wife, i command that you tell me something about yourself. ❞

@librarywent.

[selinine]

"you gotta do what i say."

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[stovmborn]

20.  a  kiss  where  the  back  of  the  neck  turns  to  shoulder.        @librarywent​​​​    /    spots  to  kiss. 

                a  letter  to  meereen,    curved  in  the  cursive  scroll  of  her  words,    written  to  her  captain  across  the  sea.    something  inside  of  her  rages,    akin  to  the  way  that  an  armourer  might  wield  a  sword,    liquid  gold  set  in  stone  as  a  weapon  is  formed.    the  echo  of  lonely  nights  are  set  alight  within  her  might,    recounting  each  instance  this  sellsword  stole  his  way  into  her  bed  chamber,    finding  the  empty  space  by  her  side.    and  now  he  is  a  commander,    trusted  with  keeping  slavers  bay  at  balance.    his  tale  is  telling  of  how  trade  is  thriving,    yet  another  thing  that  daenerys  stormborn  had  ensured  was  in  place  before  parting.  

 though,    there  is  still  much  to  be  done,    even  on  this  side  of  the  sea.    people  had  to  earn  their  coin,    to  make  a  living  for  themselves  and  to  protect  their  family    –––    the  intention  to  one  day,   unite  slavers  bay  and  the  seven  kingdoms.    whilst  her  letter  is  laced  with  formality,    detailed  with  duty,    she  can  scarcely  ignore  the  carvings  of  lust  that  are  etched  in  his  own  hand.    things  had  changed,    drastically  but  for  the  better,    even  if  she  did  loathe  her  lord  husband  in  the  very  beginning.    it  is  with  a  heavy  heart  that  she  decrees  her  marriage,    not  out  of  regret  but  guilt  instead.    he  loved  her,    this  much  daenerys  targaryen  knew.

 as  door  hinges  cry  a  sombre  song,    ice  lingers  over  her  shoulder  as  if  the  threat  of  winter  has  returned.    and  for  now,    she  will  keep  lilacs  upon  the  page,    knowing  that  should  she  devote  her  attention  to  him,    she  will  not  stop.    control  will  be  lost,    digits  crawling  through  midnight  tresses,    a  desperate  attempt  of  pulling  him  closer.    like  a  thief,    he  steals  his  way  in,    canines  grazing  against  skin  until  its  bite  rests  atop  her  shoulder.    

 heavy  is  her  breath,    though  she  will  not  give  in,    not  until  her  duty  has  been  done.    gaze  falters  to  the  corner  of  her  eyes  for  a  brief  moment,    tongue  heeding  a  warning,    though  her  tone  remains  teasing  all  the  same.    ❝  you  should  stop  or  i  shall  have  you  thrown  in  a  cell,    for  obstructing  the  duties  of  your  queen.  ❞