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[ofmorgana]

@flayersdaughter || cont from here

“And is that not the burden of someone like us?”

“There’s no use of letting past burdens haunt us now.”

[ofmorgana]

"Are you that woman Ned wants me to see?" Lyanna says quietly, wrapping her shawl tighter around herself and looking the woman up and down.

@strengthanddevotion

“It seems so.” Morgana stepped closer to Lyanna, a curious yet passive look on her face. “He mentioned guidance, I assumed he meant with magic. No need to be frightened.”

[ofmorgana]

Sansa presses her lips tot the woman’s cheek in greeting, “Welcome to Winterfell.”

@wolfqueennamedstark

“Welcome indeed.” Morgana smiled, curtseying to the Lady Stark. “I’d like to personally thank you for the hospitality.” 

[ofmorgana]

❝ i not even allowed indoors ❞

@ProBirdRights Twitter  sentence meme

@agirlofwinterfell

“Is it because you Starks are always covered in blood somehow?”

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@arthurxdayne answered:

“Only for about 45 minutes, my love.” Arthur admitted to Clarice. He smirked up at her “Come and join me in here. I will send for more water.”

“I just took a bath earlier.” Clarice murmured in amusement as she sat on the edge of the bath carefully. Smoothing the wrinkles of her dress, she chuckled as she looked to Arthur. “You’ve been here for a while.” she playfully teased.

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@longmayshereign-cersei

Cersei looked shocked and outraged for just a moment before it faded and she gently reached out to stroke the thick dark hair with a gentle smile. “It’s soft and beautiful.”

It oddly felt nice. She had thought it was only for Cersei’s enjoyment, but now that she thought about it, no one but her handmaiden touched her hair and it was never in a soft petting like this. “Thank you. Forgive me if my statement had been.... well, too honest.” Her preferred word for her own bluntness. Clarice held back a sigh. She knew she shouldn’t enjoy the woman’s touches, she shouldn’t enjoy anyone’s touches, but especially Cersei’s. And yet she did. Thoroughly so. 

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@predative​

To put it frankly, Clarice knew how fucked this situation was. Robb Stark had requested to meet with Lorenzo about it, but he was currently detained on a mission of diplomacy. His wife was left as the head of the bank in his absence. Many doubted her capabilities as a woman, but there was nothing to be done; it was the great Medici Bank and only someone with the name could be running it. People argued that she wasn't a true Medici, only one of marriage, but even then, there was no longer another true Medici who was of age and capability to be running the bank. There was no one else but her.

She hadn’t wanted to travel to Winterfell, as not only was it deathly cold, she was dreading the idea of being confronted by her decision. Or Cersei’s decision, rather. Ned Stark was imprisoned, and as Queen, she demanded that the Medici Bank should disable all Stark accounts until his fate was decided. Clarice had planed to give back all assets, but Cersei wouldn’t allow it. Upon sending a raven to her husband, her message from Lorenzo in return was to do as Cersei wanted for the sake of their own family. However dishonorable it was.

So Clarice withdrew everything from Stark accounts before closing them. Weeks later, a raven arrived, and her journey to Winterfell was soon after. As she sat in the coach, she felt chills spiking, not only due to the cold. Her nose was red, so unused to the biting air. As they continued towards Winterfell, she tried going over everything in her mind, thinking of what she would say. Truly, what could she possibly say? She was at an impasse. There was nothing she could do and part of her thought that this was all for naught; speaking to Robb Stark wouldn’t accomplish anything. She felt an aching in her chest, all of her limbs tense as she tried to relax. Despite this, upon arrival, she stood straight and tall and with the utmost confidence as any Medici should hold.

How would she address him? Technically, Robb was the acting Lord of House Stark while his father was in prison’s custody. At the same time, Eddard Stark was still the official Lord. She could call him ‘Lord Robb’ and offend him for being too informal, and call him ‘Lord Stark’ and insult his father by doing so. Although no matter what she said today, she doubted there was anything she could say or do to quell the offense of this entire matter.

She had met Robb few times as a child, though this was her first time meeting him as a full grown man. Clarice’s shoulders lifted with her inhale of a breath, and lowered with an exhale. Her confidence remained.

“Lord Robb Stark,” she greeted, politely curtsying to him. She too was a Lady of a noble House, but this didn’t change the fact that she was of lower status.

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@leomatrem

     Clarice had been probably one of the only ones who had been concerned and worried about Cersei when she had been taken into the High Sparrow’s custody. And now everyone was talking about it; they were making Cersei perform a walk of shame. 

    As much as she wished to go out and defend her against the inevitable mob that would torment her, she was strongly advised against it. On top of that, Lorenzo told her he wouldn’t allow Clarice to subject herself to that, for the mob might turn on her. 

   When she saw the regal blonde finally return, the woman was broken and sobbing. Clarice was distraught looking at her. 

“Cersei,” Her hair was cut, her body was naked and filthy, and yet Clarice’s immediate reaction was to wrap a cloak around the crying Cersei and hold her close. 

   “Cersei...” she murmured, holding the woman to her, not caring about her own cleanliness. The gigantic man who approached them made Clarice wary, but nevertheless she spoke to him. “Pick her up, get her off her feet.” Clarice commanded him, seeing that Cersei’s feet were severely bleeding. “Bring her to her quarters, I will go with you and then you are to leave us.”

  “Lady Medici, please--”

  “Don’t.” Clarice immediately interrupted Qyburn. “Maester, you will join us. You’re safe now, Cersei.” she spoke, turning her attention to her. “I’m here. I’ve got you.” she spoke, taking Cersei’s hand into her own as she and the new and of the Kingsguard made to bring the blonde upstairs.