๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ other ladies speak about it with clear excitement the more alicent feels a tightness in her throat. what was wrong with her that she did not delight in the prospect of finding a husband, of having children, nor the life everyone of her status seem to look forward to ? it clouded her mind, it made her retreat too far into her own head to do what was required of her. it is why she looks lost in contemplation now, eyes cast out the window were idle hands hold onto a stitching loop that has not been progressed for the better part of twenty minutes. it is the clearing of someone's throat that makes alicent blink back to present & turn her head, โ for-forgive me, your grace. i am distracted today. โ it is all the excuse she could give yet she wonders: what concern would a queen have for her ? alicent does not think rhaella cruel, no, but she has other things to attend.
' ๐ould you like to take their seeds home with you, your grace? ' a lush garden, let alone to grow wild as was the intention left behind by her late aunt marissa for her daughters, tangles of blackberry and , blossoms of rhododendron in brilliant bursts of sunset hues, in shades of blue like the twilight hour. moonblooms and foxglove burst forth with pollen and petal, even beneath their feet; creeping over the walking stones was the wooly thyme that had in it's bountiful bundles of fuzzy little leaves and swaths of purpling blooms, clover with petals folded to their stems as it slumbered, awaiting the pale gleam of sunlight to wake anew. ' to grow within the castle. '
โฑ โ ๐ฝHAELLA โ ? โ one or both muses have been pining for a while,ย receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
it's the sort of gown that no mortal man should ever lay his filth ridden hands on... torwyn had held velvet before โโ spoils taken from greenlander ships, half ruined by seawater and smoke once back on land โโ but never anything like this. THIS SILK THAT WHISPERED BENEATH HIS FINGERS EACH TIME HE DARED PUSH IT. women from the isles didn't wear dresses that closer resembled the hoard of treasure he so often sought, and he's removed many. they wore roughspun and sealskin, they laughed with split lips and shoved men harder than they fucked them... but this?
this fine as cobweb thread, pale beneath candlelight, stitched through with silver so delicate he briefly feared ( or hoped ) one careless touch might unravel it entirely [ ... ] IT DID NOT BELONG BENEATH HANDS LIKE HIS. hands scarred by rope burn, by salt, by the pull of nets and the grip of axes. and yet here @summerhells lied beneath him wearing it; as soft as something dreamt. allowing him to touch it. to touch her. even when his skin caught.
ironborn don't give, they take... and yet.
โโ gods, โโ whispered, hoarse at the edges. his parted mouth seemed to be following a vein โโ kisses hungry in their firmness but not quite hurried. a slow press of lips against warm skin instead; the center of her throat, a delicate collarbone he all but swallowed down the desire to bite. AND LOWER TOWARD THE DIP OF THAT EMBROIDERED NECKLINE WHILE HIS HAND CLUTCHING AT HER THIGH MOVED HIGHER, pulling fabric up with it. the dress and the flesh beneath it inhabited all the luxuries that belonged solely to her; her warmth, the evidence of her very life, and her scent he wished to lap up like water. something faintly floral, clean, ( expensive in a way he couldn't name ) rather than leather and sea salt. he could feel the quickened flutter of her breath โโ the rise and fall beneath bodicework worth more coin than anything he had ever owned [ ... ] and it was not only hunger that guided him then, as he slowly lowered himself down the length of her body, but reverence. โโ you are too fine a thing for this world... โโ
it's only once he could feel the soft skin of legs ( woefully hidden from him for far too long ) against his palm that he decides he couldn't possibly waste another moment outside of her skirts... and so rough hands that had been in the throes of practicing restraint would finally grab โโ push. bunch what seems to him to be all the silk in the seven kingdoms up toward her waist until he's able to slot himself between thighs and settle [ ... ] IF HE MUST SUFFOCATE BENEATH THE WEIGHT OF DRESS AND TREMBLING SKIN ALIKE, SO BE IT. death between the thighs of a princess would be far more fortunate than how ironmen are more often than not destined.
โโ tell me to stop, โโ he says quietly amidst trailing yet another wet line of kisses along her inner thigh โโ cheek languidly pressed to the skin, blue gaze watching her from behind the dark hair that had fallen into them. THOUGH THE WORDS SOUNDED JUST AS STRAINED AS HIS TROUSERS. โโ and i will. โโ
โช @summerhells. "It was a royal affair, the women who were sought out by the King to become potential candidates for the heir's wife. Rhaella was merely in the corner, away from the spectacle. All her face screamed was pity- pity for all the women. She was a child bride, forced into a marriage... but that was the fate of all women. The Queen took her time speaking with each woman brought to court, even Sabina. The pair were having dinner in the Queen's solar. "Tell me about Lys," she said, offering a very broken smile to Sabina."
there is a strange energy at court. one that she imagines everyone is feeling, given the state of many of the crowdโs faces. a nervousness that extends beyond seeing their daughters being a possible match for the heir to the throne. she had been invited to the festivities and even more surprising, invited to have supper with the queen. however, she was under no illusions about her being a prospect for prince rhaegar. nor would she want to be, if she was honest.ย
despite her own cautiousness, the queen appears to be a kind woman. quiet but with a palpable sadness. โlys is beautiful. very warm, but the summer sea keeps it cooler.โ she is happy to speak about her homeland, a twinge of homesickness she has never managed to shake off. โthe markets have everything you could want. fruits, spices, fabrics.โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Whispers ย and ย smiles ย had ย been ย exchanged ย all ย night. ย Excited ย for ย his ย new ย bride ย to ย be ย his. ย Not ย that ย he ย was ย a ย possessive ย man ย ( ย no, ย he ย indeed ย was ย ), ย but ย he ย enjoyed ย this. ย To ย have ย a ย wife ย on ย his ย arm, ย a ย lady ย of ย Storms ย End. ย Excitement ย stirred ย deep ย within ย him, ย to ย be ย honest.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Lyonel ย Baratheon ย had ย all ย but ย forgotten ย about ย the ย bedding ย ceremony. ย Women's ย hands ย coming ย to ย grope ย his ย clothing ย half ย way ย off, ย and ย his ย wife's ย as ย well, ย though ย with ย men. ย Possessiveness ย does ย ring ย through ย him ย when ย it ย came ย to ย tradition. ย No ย one ย but ย himself ย should ย see ย her ย as ย such. ย It ย is ย his ย duty ย as ย her ย lord ย husband, ย but ย it ย is ย not ย these ย savage ย cunts ย duty ย as ย her ย peoples. ย He ย makes ย a ย mental ย note ย to ย rememberย facesย and ย names, ย shouting ย โyou ย better ย not ย be ย doing ย what ย I ย think ย youโre ย doing, ย Butterfield ย !!โ ย on ย the ย way ย up ย there. ย Though ย his ย words ย for ย the ย time ย beingย were ย empty ย threats.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Theyโre ย dumped ย onto ย furs ย that ย lined ย his ย bed ย not ย but ย moments ย later. ย He ย finds ย excitement ย in ย the ย prying ย eyes. ย Though ย just ย as ย quickly ย as ย they ย had ย all ย entered, ย they ย filed ย out ย and ย the ย door ย had ย been ย shut, ย only ย to ย press ย ears ย to ย the ย wood ย to ย gawk ย and ย yell.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย " ย Were ย it ย not ย tradition ย Iโd ย have ย every ย one ย of ย those ย menโs ย head ย for ย looking ย at ย you, ย wife. ย " ย Hands ย grasp ย at ย her ย waist, ย pulling ย her ย closer ย to ย the ย lord ย of ย Storms ย End.
๐ผเฝผ โโโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, urgent with borrowed importance. baelor did not match them โ could not, after three days on the road had left the ground still moving beneath his feet. three days, for the kingโs impatience summons would not allow for a fourth. admittedly, it had been ๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ โ to send a knight not his own into the rain just ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐๐ค. then again, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ง.
โ i was under the impression he wanted me in the tower, โ he said, prompting the guard to speak.โโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ and so he does. โ the white cloak sat heavy on his shoulders, and as he looked back at him, his eyes held the flat, worn patience of a man who had yet to make peace with it. ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ณ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ. not just in his face, but also the set of it. he looked away then, sighing. there was a certain absurdity to it, he thought, ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐โ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ to a man who had already made an attempt to take it. ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐.
by the time theyโd stopped, ๐ก๐โ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซโ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , the blackened steel warm from his skin as he turned it once, then twice. while the room was not large, it had been made to feel larger than it was. he looked up, but then the doors opened, and he lowered his head again. he bent, too, his knee. โ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ, โ he said, though before him stood ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐๐ง, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง.
