this week i rly honed in on "im paid to exist" cuz i wanted a BREADYY march and GIRLS, don't worry about the how this shit will come to you!! genuinely have fun, thats what manifestation is about…💬🎀
❤︎ my parents giving me permission for my girls trip + having a good girls trip
❤︎ money without having to work for itt
❤︎ losing INCHESS off of my waist (i got my measurements taken for a custom dress and the seamstress was gagged at my proportions)
❤︎ dispelling creative block -> better song writing abilities
❤︎ winning $500 without signing up for anything
❤︎ amending a friendship
❤︎ WEATHER CHANGEE (i wanted a sunny spring break and i got it)
❤︎ more money
❤︎ more upturned nose and more of a slope in my nose
❤︎ professional glam team flying in to do my makeup for graduation (YESS and maybe even a custom graduation dress)
notes: can be read as a standalone! (short fic here!) i'm procrastinating again
wc: 2,185!
(Ako ning basura, ako lang ni) (Esta basura es mía, y solo mía)
this is not proofread.
He was betrothed to someone he has never met before. He accepted the proposal made by his grandfather and father as every dutiful prince must. However, he was a nosy prince and listened to whispers about his betrothed. You were supposedly spoiled to the bone and would huff at things that did not go your way.
He already had enough on his plate as the heir. How was he supposed to manage that alongside a future queen consort who would only demand and demand? He did not wish to meet you if you were indeed a spoiled lady.
He had even tried to gauge information out of his father who said your father was a close friend of his, one that fought alongside him against the Blackfyres. If they were so close, then why has he never met you?
— —
He stood poised and composed in the courtyard, waiting for your carriage to arrive. He wished to go back to his chambers and spend as much free time as he had to have peace for himself. He watched as the carriage came to a stop in front of him and his father. The door opened and your father came bursting out to hug his father.
Your father greeted him and then went to the carriage to put a hand out for you to take. His breath hitched when he saw you stepped out. Your hair was nicely done and your gown had lace at the edges with detailed patterns. It had gold embroidery at the skirts and gemstones at the start of the sleeves. He paused in his greeting when you curtsied and greeted him with a smile.
Perhaps, it would not be so bad if he were to give into your demands. You two were supposed to have the proper time period of courtship, so he used that to spend time with you. You were indeed spoiled, but you were not unkind. You were simply a bit out of touch in mannerisms.
— —
He had asked you to request your own favorite dishes for the wedding feast and one of the chefs had to inform you that one of the dishes were unavailable because of the lack of ingredients. Valarr watched as your small smile morphed into a frown and he immediately acted on it. He ordered for the ingredients to be purchased right away and to pay the extra cost for the rush.
You smiled happily and gave him a bit of praise. His heart was soaring. He understood why people called you snobbish. You were easy to upset, but not at the servants and people, but rather the situations. He wondered why they would choose to reduce you to a rude lady.
You slowly mentioned a list of sweets for the wedding, it was obvious you were not asking, but rather calmly demanding it to be done. He looked to the chef with furrowed brows on why he was not writing anything down and the man got the gist and quickly copied down what you said.
— —
He was mesmerized when the two of you exchanged vows. He was excited to place his cape upon your shoulders. Your dress was nothing short of what a future queen deserved. You had trims of lace and jewels all over the gown. Your father clearly giving into his only daughter.
He made sure to have the servants place your favorite dishes close to you for the feast. He spoke with you with sweet words that you happily accepted. He would turn red when you would praise him in turn. He wiped your mouth carefully when a bit of honey made its way there.
— —
The next day was the day you two were meant to enjoy and properly examine your gifts. He had to write thank you letters to many lords and ladies to show appreciation while you beamed and opened them one for one.
You gasped as you opened a chest with a pretty gold necklace, "Look at this one. Isn't it grand?" He nodded,
I could have gotten her one much more exquisite.
"A lovely piece for a lovely lady, my heart." He looked at his parchment and made a sour face at the letter he now had to address to House Lannister.
Soon, you were done opening half of them and he glanced to the mountain pile of gifts with a raised brow. You waited for him to be done writing, but he glanced to his complete letters and the open gifts,
"Have I forgotten about other lords and ladies who have attended?"
You tilted your head in confusion before grabbing a parcel from the unopened pile, "Whatever do you mean?"
He looked to his letters and flipped through them, "I had thought I had one for each of the ones in attendance."
You nodded at him, "You have. Now, for my father's gifts."
He stopped flicking through the parchments and slowly turned his head up to look at the mountain pile again. "Those gifts are from your father?" You nodded happily and started opening them yourself, "I shall write to him later."
Valarr's face was laughable if you had noticed. He had not expected your father to gift so much. He wished to spoil you instead, he was your husband now.
— —
Valarr was a spoiled prince, not that he would admit that. His father purchased whatever he wished for in top quality or the best condition. Valarr applied this treatment to you and he would be reassured whenever you gave him kisses or bouts of praise.
He had gotten you new jewelry and his father tried to subtly ask in a way if he had gotten too much jewelry. Valarr denied such accusations and showed the gifts off to you proudly. He deemed it proper.
— —
You had no care for the court if you were to be honest. Valarr understood that and let you do whatever you wished. Many watched as Valarr presented a new gift to you and you thanked him kindly. Many would whisper of how you had probably bewitched the prince to give you all you desired.
He had new gowns delivered to your room and you squealed a bit at the numerous amount. There were also different silks set to the side for you to request new ones. There were different styles and all sorts of fabrics for you to treasure.
He even gifted you new jewelry that had his dragon sigil or yours. Some jewelry had both, or your gowns would be a mix of his colors and yours. He was not demanding like other lords who forced their wives to wear only their husband's colors. Valarr ensured your wardrobe had every color you desired.
— —
Your food was always carefully prepared and regulars for the chefs of Dragonstone. If you were to travel somewhere, a chef or two would always be brought along, that way you may eat whatever you wished. Baelor did not mind the changes to Dragonstone's meals. He would not admit that he had gotten a bit tired of the same dishes being prepared over and over again before you arrived.
Valarr made sure you had an army of maids at your command as well. They would help you all the time and they would adjust to your every need.
— —
With Lady Jena no longer there, you were the only lady of Dragonstone. Baelor adored his daughter-by-law as much as he adored his sons. He ensured that you were allowed to wish for whatever you wanted. It was not like him or his sons were demanding exquisite gowns for themselves.
Now, he was smart with the vaults of Dragonstone and of the Targaryen household. He paid no mind when the financial advisor had risen brows at the increase of spending at Valarr's hand. Baelor pretended he had no idea where the money had gone. You had just walked past in a new gown with a pair of bright earrings with a matching necklace, bracelets, and rings.
He also said nothing when there had apparently been a new horse added to the stables, "Is that so?"
— —
"Must we attend?" You whined when you walked to the carriage waiting just for you. Valarr was hurrying behind you and lifting your skirts for you as you stepped inside. He poked his head in, "It is merely for a nameday tourney, my heart. It will be over before you know it."
You smiled and gave him a short kiss, "You shall not ride with me?"
He almost gave into your feigned innocence, almost. "I shall ride with my father and guard your carriage."
You smiled at that, "What a brave knight of a husband I have."
His ears turned pink and he gave you another kiss before stepping away and mounting his horse.
— —
The tourney was about to start and Valarr was some of the first. You were wrapping an embroidered ribbon onto his upper arm. He inhaled deeply while staring at the entrance of his tent. "You will do well, my love."
He gave you a look, the both of you knew that his father chose his opponents. You helped with the rest of the straps and fiddled with his cape, "My, what a lovely silk…" He smiled at how easily distracted you were. He grabbed your free hand and kissed the knuckles, "I shall crown you once I win."
You were escorted to the box and sat next to Baelor. You noticed Aerion somewhat sneer at you from the corner of your eye and you turned your head to him slowly. He held your gaze before pulling away. He huffed internally that you weren't scared.
You huffed just like him and smoothed your skirts. Baelor allowed you to talk his ear off while Maekar grunted at hearing your rambles. Aerion rolled his eyes and almost made a visible sneer in front of his father. Maekar gave him a warning look.
— —
The next night, you had decided to go to a play that was being put on. Valarr had tried to persuade you to say within the castle with him, but you wished to wander about. He had to stay back to speak with his father.
You took a seat with your guards watching closely, shall any trouble find you, surely Prince Valarr would fret and make it an issue for every person.
Soon enough, trouble found you.
Aerion had caused a ruckus and was soon manhandling a girl on the stage and he broke her fingers. You gasped and told your guards to stop him. Said guards looked horrified at your command. Risk angering the hot-tempered prince with blood lust or ignore the order of the future queen consort, whose husband gave into her every demand?
A hedge knight rushed past them and struck Aerion. You stood with your mouth agape and almost cheered in disbelief. It soon went away when Aerion was kicked back and he stood abruptly, he had bumped into you and caused you to stumble back and brace your arm. You hissed in pain, a guard helped you. Your hand had been cut open, just a bit.
— —
You don't remember much, but soon Valarr was bursting through the doors of where the made up council had gathered. He rushed to your side and brushed straight past Aerion who did not dare to speak. He would not admit that he had been the one to cause your stumble.
A maester was wrapping your hand and Valarr held your free hand as he interrogated the poor maester. Baelor had to stop him. Soon, the event was being retold and Aerion spoke without mentioning your injury. Valarr spoke with that of a king, "And what of my wife? How did her injury come to pass?" Aerion stared for a moment and you spoke.
"It was Aerion. He had bumped into me in his anger." Aerion could not believe that you of all people were twisting the story so simply. To make it sound like his rage caused such, you did not like how he hurt a innocent girl.
Baelor looked at Valarr who stood straight in his growing frustration. Maekar turned to Aerion slowly. The youngest son of the King knew what the weight of your words meant. The beloved princess versus the stubborn prince who caused trouble.
In order to avoid scandal, the hedge knight was let go under your order and Maekar demanded Aerion to give an apology to you and Valarr. Baelor was a bit amused at how Valarr stood up to his ignorant cousin for once, only for your honor did he do it.
The incident was instantly hushed down so that the Ashford tourney may continue as planned. For the trouble, Lord Ashford was delighted when you had gifted a detailed gold necklace to his daughter Gwin and offered her a lady-in-waiting position.
Valarr was still more upset than you. He was carefully applying ointment to your hand once more and you gave him a small frown. "It is merely a cut, Valarr." He matched your frown, "It is still a cut, dearest."
you know what. you're a cool person. you're a damn awesome and amazing person. you're so freaking gorgeous, and you're smart and intelligent, and you're weird and fun and funny and so so so cool. you're someone who's presence makes people happier and lighter because your energy and vibe is just so positive and happy. you have the innocence of a little kid but also the baddie-ness of Nicki Minaj. people love and adore you AS THEY SHOULD because you're such a privilege to be friends with! you're so caring and sweet and kind to your loved ones and you're so fun and fabulous and funny to be with. you're a special and unique person. you're one of a kind. no one can find someone like you anywhere else, you make people feel so special and happy to be with! i love you and so should you <3 💌🎀✨💕🗯
something soooo attractive and handsome about his energy in this episode that’s different to the rest of the season. he looks physically different like he’s always drop dead beautiful but this is different. it’s in his face but it’s not just in his face, it’s in his entire demeanour. it’s literally as though he found out he was a father and instantly adopted that new dad radiance. kinda like the dilf equivalent of a pregnancy glow
