#winterblooded

[northsrose-a]

h.otd l.yanna finding out s.ara married j.ace in the godswood:

[inmydrcams]

@winterblooded​ 💙 cont.

             Baela maintains an impervious expression. Her stepmother’s fool likes to spread foolish gossip, even in the midst of what is shaping up to be a bloody war, but she cannot pretend the words do not affect her. It’s not that she expected love, Jace and her have been betrothed for so long it doesn’t occur to her that the arrangement could be broken. And that means she is not sure of what to imagine of a life where he’s not meant for her. Maybe she should, Rhaena’s betrothed has already been taken from her with little either sister could do about it but… It feels foolish and yet Baela must hold to something of her former life, some semblance of what was behind, of what they can still long for, can still HOPE for.

          ❝ Then I hope you do not take it the wrong way if I ask you directly what I want to know. Gossip is always foolish and usually unfounded but it still can take away little by little, it can eat away at what must be a strong foundation. My stepmother cannot take anything that hurts her chances. It is dangerous territory you have walked yourself into and I need know the facts so that we may deal with them appropriately. ❞  The greens would simply LOVE to hear all about Jace and a bastard, it would certainly be so wonderful to add to their tales about the prince’s own bastardy. Then again… Bastards are treacherous, they may not be trusted…

[northsrose-a]

@winterblooded : CONTINUED

it's an easy question to answer. lyanna shakes her head, decisive where this subject is concerned. the crown entices her little, and the sword is arguably easier to wield. “the mere thought of it is repellent. our dear brother's a lord, not a king, and look at how much responsibility he has to bear.” she imagines being queen is much of the same; gone are the days of visenya and rhaenys, and she's uncertain whether or not queens are still allowed to carry weapons at their hip or to wear ringmail. “would you want to be queen?” the she-wolf turns to her sister, a teasing glint in her gray eyes. sara's next question, however, makes lyanna frown.

“i would tell cregan that i'd rather run away to skagos and be eaten by cannibals.” the possibility has occurred to her, that a match might be made. but then she's also heard that prince jacaerys has long been betrothed to princess baela targaryen. surely, that takes precedence over an alliance. a decent man will never dishonor the woman he is espoused to. “it doesn't seem likely,” lyanna says, popping a chunk of lemon cake into her mouth. “i would make a terrible queen besides.”

[kostobazaldrizes]

@winterblooded​ sent : ‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’  growling suggestions // accepting

jacaera just stared the other down, unimpressed with her speech and nowhere near stirred nor convinced by it. there was a lot of work to be done, something determined from her words alone and the thought of it gave her somewhat of a headache and the desire to beat up jacaerys the moment she’d next see him because by the gods had he been utterly stupid with his choices and the way he’d executed them. 

“ sara, i ask this with the best intentions possible but .... just how foolish do you plan on continuing to be? because this sounds an awful lot like ‘woo is me’. and that attitude is not going to get you anywhere at this court, not in the position you put yourself in when you wedded my brother. ” perhaps her words were too harsh. the princess had a vicious streak and though she did not mean to, the stress of her brother’s choices affected her just as much, perhaps more even as he was her twin and everyone had always regarded him as the calm, responsible one. he had quite fallen from that position now. “ pick yourself up. you chose this, these are the consequences of your actions. you have a responsibility to ask for help when you cannot do something on your own. you owe it to us to improve yourself at any cost for the good of your future. our future. jacaerys put our family at risk with this marriage. repay us. take your personal burden, bear it gracefully, and ask for help ... with that said, i’ll expect you in my rooms every day from now on. whatever you lack i will teach you. we start early, one of my maids will come fetch you every time. ”

[withoutwings-arc]

“   so   you   were   listening   ”            //            from   @winterblooded   |   accepting

                          the   urge   to   let   rip   cruel   barbs   in   hot-tempered   defence   of   her   dearest   sister   rose   up   in   rhaena’s   throat.   of   course   she   was   listening   ;   the   whole   court   seemed   to   𝖇𝖚𝖟𝖟   with   the   rumours   of   just   how   close  this   northern   girl   had   grown   to   the   prince   ,   𝗵𝗲𝗿   𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀   𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱.   but   to   allow   such   words   to   spill   out   would   be   against   the   very   nature   of   the   youngest   targaryen   woman.   instead   she   paused   and   rested   her   gaze   on   sara   for   a   moment.      

                          “   a   key   lesson   when   living   at   court,   lady   sara   ”   a   soft   voice   –   were   her   words   advice   or   a   threat?   “   there   is   little   place   that   can   hide   a   secret.   the   walls   are   thin,   and   anyone   may   be   listening   to   you.   ”

[maidofgoldengrove]

“I’m just impatient, that’s all. Don’t you ever get impatient?” (from @ winterblooded   )

-- @winterblooded​

A small ’hm’ escapes her, as she lets her eyes linger upon the girl. 

“I do, quite often,” Kat admits. “But I do not let it show so evidently in fidgeting and restless glances.” 

It seemed to be something all the northerners she’d met suffered, bastard or highborn; a restlessness, and frustration that made them unpleasant and uneasy company.

Impatient and blunt. 

They would not do well, so far south, witch such attitudes. 

But Kat smiled and saved a pleasant face for them nonetheless, like her father wanted.

Even when their bluntness, and their tendency to look down upon her, made them all too easy for her to resent.

“Tell me then,” she urges, finally, deciding to humor the company of the Stark-bastard. Like her father wanted.  “What is it that makes you so impatient?”

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The snow bit at her skin, nipped at her nose, and froze her to the bone. Sansa had welcomed her to the North once she had taken her home back. Margaery had been through quite a lot before she had lost her husband and was sent back to Highgarden. After her crown was taken by the death of Tommen, her father tried to throw in with Aegon, only to learn that it would be better for their family to throw in with Daenerys Targaryen. For Margaery, this meant, she would never have to marry anyone she didn't want to.

Heading North was the last thing she thought she would do, but the letter from Sansa,  made her realize how much she missed her. The girl she had cared so much for and was dragged away from by her father's machination's and desires for power. She was unable to keep her beloved Sansa safe in Highgarden. It was all she had ever wanted at that time.

The two women met and had a very nice supper privately with one another. Sansa led Margaery to her own room. Margaery was curled up in her bed when she heard a knock on her door. Getting up slowly, she went to the door, her eyes widening slightly when she saw Sansa outside of her door. Opening it a bit wider, she allowed the Northern Queen to enter her room.

"Sansa? What is it?" The two women talked for a while in her bedroom, curled up on Margaery's bed. It was as if they were children again, talking, curling close with one another. They fell asleep with one another. The next morning, it's Sansa's lips against her own that wake her the next morning. Margaery clung to Sansa gently, kissing the other woman back with a smile.