"Mother..."
"Yes, sweetling?"
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"Mother..."
"Yes, sweetling?"
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"Lord Tyrell," Cersei greeted, a smile on her lips. This was all courtesies, of course.
She was less than happy about her son marrying Margaery Tyrell, for the way she pried him away from her and changed him. She would have to pretend, though, and make sure she still controlled the lords and ladies of the Keep. Let them know who the Queen was.
Cersei would have to stay charming, play the delighted mother if needed.
"You must be so proud of your sweet sister," she said, eyeing the young couple. The little rose beamed, even stealing a few smiles from her son. Cersei disliked the way he listened to her, the way she could make him change his mind in only a few words. Her son was a Lannister, her son was hers, not the rose's.
I am the Queen, do not forget about it. You will not steal my place in the sun, it is my time, Margaery Tyrell.
"Just hold on!" //idek, angsty sibling time xD also hi :3
"Garlan. Stop! Just stop! " Willas called out, summoning his strentgh to him through the pain. "It's not going to kill me, damn it. It's a crippled leg not a death sentence!"
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HUG ME BROTHA.
❝ --I am sorry, Ser.
I know not of this
Sansa Stark. I am
Alayne Stone. ❞
"You’re adorable... at times."
Willas blinked a few times at his younger brother and chuckled. "Adorable, Garlan? I never thought I would hear you call me that."