#rxb

[mareyshelley]

Summary: Frustrated with her brother avoiding her for days, Rhaella seeks Baelor out in his bedchamber. [Baelor x sister]

A/N: Thank you everyone who showed interest in this fic! I really had to write something about this man.

Rating: E | Snippet beneath the cut | Full chapter on Ao3

Rhaella hated travelling by carriage. The constant rocking made her ill. It churned her stomach in the same way a ship did. Horseback was not so bad, but her eldest brother would not let her ride on horseback through the city. If she had been born a hundred years before, she might have returned to the keep on dragonback. Mayhaps that was why she felt so ill in carriages and ships. She was made for flying, not rocking with every dip in the road or crash of a wave.

Baelor had, naturally, been very understanding when they returned to the Red Keep. He let her go immediately to her chambers. She had not questioned until later that afternoon why he had been so insistent on her going. Baelor was the kind one. He still had an air of authority that was not to be ignored or pushed, but he had always been kind. She was his only sister, after all. She had been a surprise, born when her brothers were already old enough to hold swords. His kindness in insisting she lie down had not seemed strange, until it came time for supper.

Baelor had asked if she felt well after her rest. After she told him that she did, indeed, feel much better, he had politely excused himself, leaving her to dine with Maekar and their nephews.

He had always put duty first. He had had to. As the eldest, all responsibilities of the realm and dynasty had been placed on him. While he had been taught politics, history, and how to wield all manner of weapons, Rhaella had learnt needlepoint and music and the running of a household. Baelor had been given no room to deviate from the strict routine of his upbringing. Rhaella had. She had been indulged and spoilt, even by the most difficult members of their family.

She was unfamiliar with not getting her own way, and Baelor knew it.

[boobilby]

@co0lranch I’m in love with you and this is me confessing my undying love

[the-pearsons]

Randall's big decision in the first clip from 'This Is Us' season premiere

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[regulusblock]

the barty things are...

[roxettediaries]

The Busy 8th

One after another, when RXB shared the achievements and anniversaries of Roxette today, it made me smile. Oh what a wonder Roxette has been.

And then you see that TDR was equally excited about those anniversaries. It felt great.

Later I felt empty, but well, I’m a human and I can always be wrong!

So, how it all happened? It happened with a woman having a Look! Ohhhh!

- 30 years since “The Look” topped the US Billboards by getting the #1 position! Herzlichen Glückwunsch! I loved how TDR added the Jonas riffs - they’re the ones who miss him the most! Yep?

- Then it was probably the best gift Marie Dimberg could probably ever get on her birthday in 1989. Roxette’s Manager please? She’s been that source of good luck since Roxette came into being.

- And a little goobye with this date: Roxette released “it just happens” from the last studio album “Good Karma”.

If we look back, there is a chance that Per and Marie even met for the first time on this date, this is how glorious it suddenly feels like. No one knows or remembers that I guess!

So, the magical 8th of April!

Love and Peace

8/4/2019

[rxbanditsofficial]

Chaos and disarray, those that wander are never lost. We can dance while the world ends🎶 📷 @momoslow #RXB #RXBandits

[mareyshelley]

Red Silk and Jewels

Summary: After a failed betrothal ends in the death of her suitor, Rhaella returns to King’s Landing and the man she actually wants to marry. [Baelor x sister!oc] Sequel to Black Ink and Velvet, but you can read them separately. A/N: I really wanted to write a second part for Baelor and Rhaella, and a lot of you expressed an interest, so here it is! Hope we’re all doing okay after that episode x Rating: E | Snippet beneath the cut | Full chapter on Ao3

Nothing had gone according to plan, but things were working out well. Rhaella’s original plan had been to try and marry her eldest brother, but their father had decided a marriage outside of the family would be best. They could form a union with another house. That was more important, and House Dondarrion was a fine house. It would be good to be united with them again, he had said. Rhaella had had to bite her tongue, eyes full of tears, to keep herself from asking if her father knew about Baelor and her.

It had interrupted her plans, but then their father’s plans were interrupted when Lord Dondarrion was found sadly dead in his bed. A tragic, sudden death after eating a surfeit of lampreys, the maester determined.

Free and still unmarried, Rhaella could return to King’s Landing and her original plan.

A few members of her family welcomed her, but her father did not, nor did her favourite elder brother. She had been given condolences on the marriage not going ahead, as if she had known the man or cared about his passing. Rhaella had given them all tight-lipped smiles in return, and tried to not let her disappointment show. Baelor had been there when she left, to give her a brief, stiff hug. It was clear he had not wanted her to leave, but he valued duty and doing the right thing. Their father’s word had been more important than her own, and now he was not there to welcome her home.

Ever since she was little, Rhaella had come up with ways to follow her eldest brother around. He had been patient and indulgent with her. As a child, she had loved seeking him out and being greeted with warm smiles and hugs. As an adult, being the one always doing the seeking was far less fun. Baelor was either too busy, or sought his own company when he needed time to think. Even after they had crossed that line from siblings to lovers, it was Rhaella who sought him out; in the library, the Tower of the Hand, his chambers.

She tried the tower first, but a guard at the foot of the tower informed her that the Hand was not up there.

“Then where is he?” she asked impatiently.

“With the small council, my lady,” the knight answered.

Rhaella sighed. “Thank you, ser.”

She waited outside, eyeing the guards that would not let her in and did not trust her to not listen in. She had sat out there sometimes as a child. No one had questioned her being there, then. Now she was a woman grown, and mistrusted around the council table.

The moment the doors opened, and the council began to exit, Rhaella stood and went to them. The lords greeted her, and her father gave her a questioning smile when he saw her there.

“My dear daughter,” he greeted, embracing her. “How good it is to see you home safe, though under troubling circumstances.”

Rhaella barely paid attention to him, and only gave him a light hug in return. Baelor stood there, at the head of the table. He watched her and their father quietly, and she looked away before their father noticed.

“I trust your meeting was a good one,” she commented lightly, keeping her attention on their father. “I hoped I might have a moment to speak with Baelor.”

[the-pearsons]

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