#neithergodsnormen

[righteousmen]

@neithergodsnormen For Helaena and Aegon.

Helaena pushes the door open to Aegon's apartments, she'd changed from the funeral, and Jaehaera was with her now. She was loathe to leave her, and they'd practically had to pry her away from the child for the funeral procession. Now that it was over, she wouldn't be leaving her child for anything - even this private conversation with her husband.

She lifted Jaehaera onto the bed and produced a few wooden animal toys from her dress. "Stay here while I talk to Papa." She instructs, pressing a kiss to the blonde headed child and turning to the chair where her husband sits. She takes the seat on the other side of the fire and balls some of her skirt in her hand, rubbing the beadwork with the back of her thumb.

She doesn't know how to say it, when she'd been carrying the twins she'd been so sick she hadn't been able to hide it. THe weight of that first difficult pregnancy sending her to her bed with mother's stomach for weeks - though she wouldn't have known she was more then ill had her mother not been the one to realize she hadn't bled. They'd been much closer then, her mother checking in on her most days, but after she fell pregnant that had stopped. Her mother didn't watch her blood so closely now, but Helaena did.

"We - We're - we're going to - there's -" Tears well in her eyes, unable to find the words and frustrated with herself, so she reaches for her stomach and gasps out. "Baby,"

[astormofsilk]

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ - Jon to Alys post stabbening? asked by @neithergodsnormen

"You died Jon. You were cold and still." Her fingers trembled as she touched him arm, and almost flinched at the warmth. "They kept saying you deserved it and that it was just and the wildings almost lost their minds." Alys had honestly thought the fragile peace was about to break in those moments.

"Was I wrong? Were you not dead?" She had never been around corpses before, maybe he had been in shock and just unconscious when she went to see him. "That...red haired woman wouldn't let anyone near you for long."

[korzionarchive]

@neithergodsnormen liked for a starter for daeron

"You must be the young Prince Daeron," Rhaenys surmised from her place tucked into the corner of her cell. "I have not seen you since you were three-year-old and seated on your father's lap." Violet eyes looked him up and down appraisingly. "I would ask if you even remembered who I am, but I doubt you would be here if you did not." What did he want from her?

[incissam]

@neithergodsnormen 

The clock was ticking and the princess felt the pressure building. The other thing that she felt was a consuming loneliness ever since Alicent brought forth a son that her father seemed to dote on and the addition of a little sister didn’t help either. She remembered the time when she was the apple of his eye, but now it seemed that belonged to Aegon and Helaena. She felt invisible even though she was the heir to the Throne and should feel more valued and seen among those that had bent the knee to her before her own father. She should feel seen by her father and yet he just kept telling her about how it was time to find herself a husband and secure the family line. It was frustrating to say the least. 

The only thing that seemed to add salt in her wounds was the fact that Daemon was back and she felt like he was avoiding talking to her at least around her father. The chat with Alicent had done nothing to fully relieve any of her feelings either as she continued to feel unseen despite her speaking to her. She was searching for a reason to excuse herself when there was a shadow cast over her and her eyes turned up to view the form of Harwin Strong. 

“Ser Harwin.” Rhaenyra nodded her head at him slightly with a polite smile on her face. “Enjoying the party?” She was attempting to make polite small talk, but she was hoping maybe he would pull her away from here. He was an eligible lord after all, the heir to Harrenhal and one of the few people that had noticed her since Aegon was born. She had actually enjoyed being in his company the few times they had the opportunity to talk and maybe she would be lucky that he wanted a moment alone with her now. 

[shireentheunburnt]

what darker love do you embody?

Your Result: love like a wildfire.

all encompassing. you would burn the world down for them... but, the same fire you use to warm them, will also burn them. you love too strongly. you love until you set everything ablaze, destroying what you managed to build together.

https://uquiz.com/quiz/TrS73L/what-darker-love-do-you-embody

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[aclashofmuses-a]

THOUGH HER WORLD COLLAPSES AT HER FEET, shaena finds herself at storm’s end away from the red keep, away from her family, and in the hands of a smuggler who treats her with strange kindness she wishes she could reciprocate.  her thoughts are with rhaegar and her father, her mother and viserys and the unborn babe; she thinks of elia and her children, but shaena thinks very little of herself only that if robert baratheon were here he would have her killed.

BUT it is not robert that davos seaworth brings her to, and surely she very nearly finds lord stannis unrecognizable from the last time they had seen each other at the feast announcing their betrothal.  “am i to die, my lord ??” she asks him, though it is not fear that saturates her tone; shaena maintains her quiet dignity even now.

@neithergodsnormen​ liked this for a starter !!

[awolfhashishonor]

plotted (kinda) Starter for @neithergodsnormen (Loras)

It was snowing. That wasn’t too exceptional in and of itself. It snowed often in the North, even in the height of summer it wasn't uncommon for it to snow. Today though it looked like it was going to stick, his younger siblings were building forts, and he’d already thrown more than a few snowballs at unsuspecting victems. What he was really excited to do was take Loras in to the wolfswood. There would be less snow, but he could show the southern boy how to build a snow fort without threat of snowballs from his siblings or Theon. Of course they’d be hunting as well, Robb had needed a good excuse to get them out of the Castle.

“You ready?” Robb asked pulling himself up on his horse. Grey Wind was sitting by Robb’s horse, looking about as eager as Robb felt. He was dressed lightly, it was cold enough to snow, though not much colder. If it really was a problem they could start a fire in the woods, but if they were playing in the snow, or actually hunting he doubted they’d get too cold.

“Come on, I’ll race to to the creek.” Robb said checking to make sure his bow was tied to his saddle before he urged his horse forward, running though the courtyard. He was glad his father was meeting with some of the lesser Lords today, if he’d seen Robb urge his horse though the courtyard like that he was sure he’d get his hide tanned.

[secondsonofwinter]

Match making brothers

@neithergodsnormen​ continued from (x).

He listened to Domeric’s reaction as they rode and thought. It could be fun to play match maker, well half the work was already done. He was sure both Torren and Morgan liked each other. 

“I think most of the hard work besides convincing your father of the appropriateness of the match, is done,” he mused his eyes catching over where Tor and Morgan were riding next to each other themselves, he was half wandering what they were talking about. “I think playing match maker would be fun. It isn’t like those two can’t marry for love,”