#tethar blogging

[downandalmostbroken]

@galaxysought

“Mama? I’m so sorry. I can’t-- I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

[ofharlawandsilence]

@daen3rysstormborn

The room had been deserted when Tethar snuck into it, idly searching for someone, but it was so quiet and nice and alone- although she knew she was not supposed to be there, she had been hidden away since they had gotten to Dragonstone, as Lord Varys had told her to stay out of the way. She looked over the table that had the map painted upon it, looking at all of the places of Westeros, trying to read the labels, which took her too long, she hadn’t really read since she was a child. She counted the places she had been. The Iron Islands, hauled across the country  on one of those roads, she was unsure which one, to King’s Landing, then to Essos and now...she heard a noise and looked up abruptly, instantly guilty, with wide eyes. “Y- your grace.” she bowed her head. “I’m so sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be here, I’ll be gone now.”

[downandalmostbroken]

@sprinkledbystars said to downandalmostbroken:

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ” (Aerona for Teth)

“Pay them no mind.” Tethar said with a gentle smile. “They’re just jealous that I am spending time with such a beautiful and highborn lady.” she said, taking Aerona’s hand. Teasing her had been fun at first, but despite all of her haughtiness, Aerona needed a gentle hand. 

“Will you come to my room with me? I have something I want to share with you.”

[downandalmostbroken]

@reekcd

“I am certain I will never get used to seeing your face.”

[ofharlawandsilence]

“I’m sorry- I must have gotten lost, which way is out of the... Dreadfort?” Tethar asked. She was new to the North, new to everything up here and still completely floored that some family named their castle the Dreadfort. But after enduring an evening with the Bolton Bastard, that made a bit more sense.”

@flayersdaughter

[ofharlawandsilence]

@kittielargo

"Woah I'm sorry I thought I had an interview with Pavi Largo? For a GENtern position? Are you... aren't you Luigi's wife? Do you- do you do hiring now?"

[ofharlawandsilence]

@ragsandrocks

“I... I didn’t know the king was keeping a girl in his cabin. Sorry. I’m from one of the other ships, I was just coming here to--” Tethar looked around for a moment. “Do... something.” Victarion hadn’t mentioned that there might be complications in stealing from his brother.

“Hello.” she gave a tiny, embarassed wave. 

[ofharlawandsilence]

@meryllfrey

Meryll had been in the capital with her Uncle Danwell for nearly a week when her Uncle was summoned to parley with Lord Tywin. Somehow, Meryll had talked him into letting her stay at the Inn while he was a guest in the Red Keep. In fact, he had agreed so quickly that Meryll suspected he hadn’t really wanted her to go with him anyway.

It gave her ample opportunity to explore the city unchaperoned and she was just returning from one of her adventures when she nearly tripped over the girl sleeping outside the door to her room.

“Teth?” Meryll asked, surprised to see the girl she had met selling flower wreaths at the tourney. “What are you doing here?”

Tethar recognized the voice, but couldn’t put a name to it until she looked up. “Meryll.” she said, pushing a smile onto her lips. “Hello.” she gave a small wave with her hand from the floor. 

She was in agonizing pain. The client had bought out her time for the whole night, and taken her out of the brothel. She should have known his intentions were cruel, hardly anyone felt the need to bring a whore to their room in an inn when there was plenty of space for all manner of depraved deeds in the brothel. Some men had a fantasy of enjoying punishing girls, but others- like this one- Teth felt like she was taking someone very specific's place. He had whipped her bloody, poured soapy water up her bottom, made her hold it there while he beat her, then cleaned her out with cold, clear water so that he could take her without making a mess. Her nerves were screaming in pain. 

“Please don’t make me move.” She whimpered, her desire to appear strong and fine  overcome with the idea of having to get up and leave this hallway.