@sonofthestag
“Practice yard, now. I owe you a beating. And you’re getting round.”

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@sonofthestag
“Practice yard, now. I owe you a beating. And you’re getting round.”
@sonofthestag but what if Clary had been in the crypt
“--And another thing, if you ever try n’ shove me into a room for ‘my protection’ ever again, I’m going to punch you in your bloody throat, Tytos Baratheon! The dead in the crypts nearly killed every single one of us!”
She’d been going off for a while now. This was just her taking a breath.
Any bystanders in range who knew their father Robert, now carried no doubt she was definitely a his bastard. The temper that could melt the wall-- or what was left of it.
“You’d think that everyone who knew the Night King could raise the dead would have thought of that before shoving us all in there for safety!”
The girl had been lucky, in a sense, that she was seated next to Lord Varys, who had moved with her quickly away from the dead, forced to watch as innocent people were ripped apart.
Just so you know - you are a fantastic writer, and I adore seeing you on the dash. You have such a great grasp on Ramsay, and I love reading everything you post. It's so good that Tytos is scratching his head and trying to figure out if he should be repulsed or aroused. Long story short, you're brilliant, your Ramsay is brilliant, and I hope you have a great night!
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"I love my mother, but there is nobody in this world who can hold a grudge as well as she can. If she gets hurt, she remembers it for the rest of her life, and she has plans to exact vengeance on whoever hurt her. She scares me, sometimes."
Jaime nodded slowly, patting his nephew’s shoulder. “Sometimes she scares me too, little stag.” He sighed and a sad look passed over his face. “She’s always been good at holding grudges, but...it’s worse now than it was when she was younger. Things are changing and it’s definitely not for the better.”
"Is that blood?! Are you hurt, Your Grace?"
“ It is only a SMALL cut, I shall live, ” She pressed her hand down on the wound on her forearm. For a little cut, there was quite a lot of blood. Her lilac eyes flicked up towards him, a small smile resting on her lips. “ But thank you for your CONCERN, My Lord, ”
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She nodded seriously, careful to commit her brother’s words to memory. “You’re not scared,” she said - it was a statement, not a question. “And neither is Father nor Mother, ever. I want to be so brave one day.”
My dad's a dick but he's easily bribed with booze.
Well that’s good to know, although I’m sure he’d just splutter about Targaryens and his obsessive need to kill all of us if I offered him wine.
“I had this made for you. I… I hope it wasn’t too forward, I just… I think you look stunning in blue. You look stunning in any color, I mean, but especially in blue. If you don’t like it, I’ll have a different one made. I just… You’re beautiful and I’m making a complete idiot of myself. Shall I stick to jewelry next time instead?”
(he’s a giant shy dork and just wants to love her 😆)
“Tytos…” Sansa’s fingers ran over the fabric delicately. “This is beautiful.” She lifted her eyes to his and a wide smile spread over her lips. “I love it.” Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips before pressing a gentle kiss to his. “Well you’re a adorable idiot, my King,” she murmured against his lips.