#with rhaenys

[dailysansastark]

“And your daughter’s life, my lord? How precious is that?”

A chill pierced Ned’s heart. “My daughter…”

“Surely you did not think I’d forgotten about your sweet innocent, my lord? The queen most certainly has not.”

“No,” Ned pleaded, his voice cracking. “Varys, gods have mercy, do as you like with me, but leave my daughter out of your schemes. Sansa’s no more than a child.”

“Rhaenys was a child too. Prince Rhaegar’s daughter. A precious little thing, younger than your girls. She had a small black kitten she called Balerion, did you know? I always wondered what happened to him. Rhaenys liked to pretend he was the true Balerion, the Black Dread of old, but I imagine the Lannisters taught her the difference between a kitten and a dragon quick enough, the day they broke down her door.”

[counselorelia]

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        elia has had practice hiding her emotions. it is that, and the knowledge that some eyes are on her that made her forced half-smile remain on her face as she put down her champagne flute with    s l i g h t l y   more force than necessary. (a better alternative to crushing it, at least). 

        next. damage control. she scanned the room, seeking out her children in the mess, grateful that any weapons were locked up securely. aegon was out of sight, but elia was at rhaenys’ side within a moment. 

        finally. self-control. every parenting book said to not turn your kids against their other parent, no matter what happened. so she wouldn’t. (she would bet her share in the dragonpit that she didn’t need to turn her children against rhaegar anyway). forced smile firmly on her lips. “rhaenys. love. would you step aside with a moment?”