#marghaerys

[ofnorths]

“   a   most   welcome   distraction. ”   the   low   murmur   of   approval   that   came   from   deep   within   his   throat   accompanied   his   words.   margaery   tyrell   was   lovelier   than   the   songs   made   out;   her   beauty   far   outshone   that   of   the   women   of   the   north,   and   any   that   might   dwell   in   the   south.   robb   was   certain   that   in   all   the   seven   kingdoms,   there   was   no   woman   more   beautiful.

though   he   admired   her   looks   well   enough,   for   a   man   was   still   a   man   at   the   end   of   the   day,   it   was   her   loyalty   that   truly   won   him   over.   in   times   like   these,   when   folk   would   gladly   stab   one   in   the   back,   having   someone   to   trust   was   a   rare   privilege.   and   that   voice   of   hers   was   like   a   spoonful   of   pure   honey;   her   sweetness   was   his   weakness.   “   are   you   tired?   ”   he   asked,   blue   eyes   taking   in   every   detail   of   such   delicate   visage.

he   wondered   how   a   rose   like   her   would   survive   the   cold   of   winterfell   once   they   marched   back   north. brows   arched   slightly,   fingers   stroking   her   slender   ones   in   contrast,   tracing   up   to   her   soft,   rosy   knuckles.   “   how   thoughtless   of   me   ...   the   future   queen   in   the   north   cannot   be   kept   waiting,   not   even   by   her   betrothed. ”

@marghaerys        ‎    a   continuation   of   this.

[boundfaerietales]

be  honest,  have  you  ever  thought  about  us? @ florian? maybe

@marghaerys // Maergery x Florian // Couple/Shipping Meme

“Truthfully? How could I not have considered us? I just thought you’d laugh at me if I ever built up the courage to properly court you, officially I mean,” Florian openly confessed to the woman he’d always referred to as ‘the rose princess’ due to her being regal in his eyes. “Have…..you thought about us?” he questioned, gesturing between the two of them and tilting his head wondering.

[redfraser]

i don’t like how they keep staring at me. 

          ❛             dinna fash , milady. if y' have nothing t' hide , they've got nothing t' report t' their masters.            ❜          kings landing was always crawling with spies. jamie had the impossible task of trying to figure out who reported to whom , but it was a never ending battle of information. the two weren't being as careful as they should be , not with the somewhat visible hickey just below the ridge of her dress collar near her shoulder. there were more in much lower places , but those were meant only for him to admire , anyway. joffrey would never get the chance to see them , he'd burn down the fucking castle before that happened.

the two were walking in tandem , a good space between them to not rouse suspicions , though of course , those little , tweeting bird spies kept scurrying out of rooms or in shadows. he felt eyes on him at all times , he needed to be more discrete. jamie swallowed , arching a brow to glance at the woman beside him , an absent hand on the hilt of his sword as they walked.          ❛             knowledge is as good as coin in some circles , i suppose. i find it all a wee bit tedious ; i'd take swords over gossip any day.            ❜          a soft eyed maid moved to shuffle past them with a handful of clean blankets , catching jamie's eye just as he fixed her with a flirtatious grin & a wink , leaving her to duck her head with a giggle. appearances helped , plus if he made margaery jealous , that was always fun , too.

@marghaerys

[redfraser]

  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me

          ❛             dinna be a fool , lass. y' have kings groveling at yer feet , th' last thing y' want is t' settle for a man like me.            ❜          jamie's voice was gruff , a perpetual growl as he turned away from her to rub calloused palms across his face , hissing softly under his breath as he dragged fingers roughly through his hair. damn her. damn himself , as well , since he'd be lying to the old gods & the new that he didn't want her just as badly. oh aye , he had the status of a lord , that was true. but his sway carried little weight , unlike the fattened , southern lords & kings who would clamor for her favor at the flick of her delicate wrist.

no , he was a northman , & a soon - to - be wanted one at that , once he finishes robb's plan & is able to depart king's landing to join his war. still , he was unable to deny her gravitational pull for long , turning back reluctantly to circle her slowly , lingering behind her with his chest to her back , warm breath rushing across her nape as he leaned in to nuzzle her hair. damn her for making him weak.          ❛             ooh , what about yer loon of a false king ? would y' give him bairns with red hair like mine ?            ❜          as if joffrey would live long enough to ever set eyes on one of jamie's children , he'd make sure of that.

@marghaerys

[ofnorths]

「 SQUEEZE  」  :  for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze . 

a   boy   with   a   crown   is   still   a   boy.   the   weight   upon   his   shoulders   had   become   impossibly   difficult   to   bear,   for   winterfell   was   no   longer   the   only   seat   that   awaited   his   every   word,   but   the   whole   of   the   north   that   had   chosen   to   trust   him   enough   to   make   him   their   king   at   such   a   young   age.   joffrey   had   ascended   the   iron   throne   in   the   south   after   robert   baratheon's   death,   and   his   own   father,   ned   stark   ...   beheaded.

the   lords,   they   had   expectations   of   the   valiant   young   wolf   of   house   stark,   and   it   frightened   robb   a   little,   for   at   times   those   hopes   seemed   entirely   out   of   his   reach,   and   he   did   not   want   to   disappoint.   he   had   promised   himself   to   be   a   good   king,   the   finest   there   had   ever   been,   and   failing   his   people   was   not   part   of   his   plans.   his   fingers   drummed   incessantly   against   the   trestle   table,   and   his   tully-blue   eyes   never   wavered   from   the   map   of   westeros   stretched   out   before   him.

war   ...   what   a   strange   thing.

robb   had   been   raised   and   instructed   to   protect   winterfell   in   a   distant   future   where   his   father   died   of   old   age,   and   his   brother   bran   became   the   knight   he   had   always   dreamed   of   being.   no   one   had   taught   him   how   to   be   a   king,   a   thing   he   would   have   been   quite   grateful   for.   a   gentle   pressure   on   his   thigh   made   the   heavy   fog   of   his   thoughts   vanish   like   smoke.   for   a   moment   he   had   forgotten   he   was   not   alone.

“   apologies   .”   his   own   hand   came   to   rest   over   margaery's,   giving   it   a   soft   squeeze   in   return.   she   was   to   become   a   stark   of   winterfell   soon,   and   perhaps   it   was   a   clever   move   by   the   tyrells   of   highgarden,   but   robb   wanted   — or   rather,   longed —   to   believe   that   the   glint   in   the   girl's   eyes   was   genuine   and   solely   for   him.   all   his.   a   boyish   smile   tugged   at   the   corners   of   his   lips,   and   his   elbow   propped   itself   cheekily   upon   the   table,   looking   more   like   the   lad   he   was   than   a   king   in   the   north.   “   tell   me,   how   am   i   to   focus   on   battle   strategies   when   i   have   you   sitting   before   me?   ”