#maidenvaulted

[lookchivalrous-a-blog]

@maidenvaulted. sc.

       ‘ ain’t interrupting, i hope, ’ he smiles, mostly sure that he is. when a conversation stops quite abruptly after you’ve entered the room, that usually means you weren’t supposed to hear any of it. of course, it doesn’t matter. he’ll only forget come the next reset. ‘ just sounded pretty lively in here. ’ 

[wemightfxll-blog]

   ░▒▓   ✲ ELAENA : @maidenvaulted​ continued from here 

Naerys shivered and rubbed her arms, looking down as she listened to  her cousin. She almost wished she had held back her tongue but this situation was becoming unbearable. Her husband seemed to find joy in torturing her, in making her life a living hell. He was never sweet, never tender. Always hateful and brutal.  ❝ What could Baelor do? ❞  she whispered.  ❝ Aegon is the king. No one can go against him, trust me, I  — I tried. I begged him to let me go, to let us live as brother and sister. He said that was what we were doing. ❞   Naerys slowly shook her head.  ❝ Aegon will never let me go, he will burn down this place if he has too,❞  her voice was shaking slightly now, her tone desperate.  ❝Oh, Ela, I  — I am pregnant again. ❞  Her hand shifted to her still flat belly. She knew very well the warning Grand Maester Alfred had given her. He had said another pregnancy could kill her. Would she die giving birth this time? Perhaps. But perhaps this would also be her only way to truly escape her husband.

[swcrdiisms-blog]

@maidenvaulted : (cont from.)

              this is the price of DEFIANCE ; they should have known beforehand, all of them. summer, day and winter — three of prythian’s courts rising against the queen UNDER THE MOUNTAIN…and paying the price. “ you’ll get yourself killed ! ” elaena hisses, but her heart thumping in her chest beats over her fear, both for the OTHER and for herself. “ —you are of summer, no ? ” they have that look, just as the lords and ladies of the WINTER COURT boast hair the color of fresh-fallen snow. “ if i make it out, you will not be forgotten. your name, give me your name. ” a bitter smile. “if they CATCH me, i’ll be sure not to talk. ” there is poison tucked inside her sleeve, a small bitter pill that tastes of death.

      it’s a foolish hope, to think that they could strike out against amarantha. that they       could hold some victory over her, no matter how small. his ears are overly       sensitive, attention divided between her, this brave stranger from the winter court,       and every sound nearby. ❝ if i must give my life in forfeit to see you succeed, then       so be it, ❞ he says in a hushed whisper, careful not to draw attention to them.       ❝ michael. my name is michael. ❞ his head snaps round at a sound too close for       comfort, but no one descends on them. ❝ you have to hurry. ❞

[blarsdottir-blog]

“do you think we can ever really move on from grief?” days like this these kind of questions crowd her mind and leave no room for lightness; it’s just clouds, dark and heavy, gathering on the horizon and leaving no room to breathe. “— sorry. i didn’t mean to be so gloomy”.

@maidenvaulted​ / starter call.