#wolfcrownd

[kiissme]

[ text ; robb ]: the princess WAS asleep, interruptin’ a princess’s important beauty sleep could be considered treason, y’know. [ text ; robb ]: but you’re cute. so i might let this pass. [ text ; robb ]: especially when the offender might have a special surprise for me. any hints or do i really gotta roll outta bed and put clothes on and find out?

late night surprise, @wolfcrownd

[hefzyisback]

Bury the castle

The redhead was no longer the princess that his father once upon a time made her believe that she was. Just a bastard, and one with a price tag upon her head just in case her last name was not enough. Her once upon a time beautiful dress was reduced to..well, to whatever it was now. After months, the pale blue resembled more a black shade, torn here and there in order to grant her the freedom of movement she never thought she would need. And her hair...let’s not talk about the hair.

It had been months since she first fled from King’s Landing to save her life, leaving behind the burning ashes of the brothel where she was born, where her mother died, and the grave of her King father. Where dozen of her siblings were slaughtered by a mad lion cub.

During that time she learnt how to fight, she learnt how to hunt, and her hands were stained with the blood of more than just a man that looked at her in the wrong way. And it was all worth it. She would have no regrets as long as she finally got to meet the King in the North. Bend the knee before him. Hefzy didn’t want a name, she didn’t want a crown, but fuck, she needed a home. 

Flashbacks of that one time when his father decided to visit the Starks with the royal family filled her mind. Of course she was not allowed to go in the main scourt. The others take her if the queen ever got a sight of her anywhere near her cubs. No, she was just a bastard. She could remember sneaking into the soldiers carabine, hiding among them a good deal of the road until one of them found her and brought her to her father. It was too late to cast her back, luckily enough.

She was naught but a child, perhaps only a tad bit older than the redhead beauty of the Stark family. It always amused her the way people narrowed their eyes with suspicious at the resemblance. Odd coincidence perhaps.

But what really left a mark on her was the young wolf. Tall and handsome, not much older than her. The mere thought of him still sent chills down her spine. Now, a couple years later, memories of the welcoming dinner where in a strike of luck she got to dance with him for a minute were the recurrent thought when the night was too cold on the woods and she craved warmth. And hell if she didn’t get it.

Her sand castle dreams came to an end as soon as she arrived though. It was a bloddy mess. Literally. Getting in was easy. All she had to do was stealing a dress from a fine looking lady that walked by. No shame. Her smile and gentle touch to a guard did the rest Thank you, mother. Being the daughter of a whore paying off, at last.

Then she saw them. A couple of soldiers dragging her king like little more than a sack of potatoes. Holding a direwolf head on their hands. What they were going to...no. No, no and all of the noes.

After all this time, she never thought she would be able to risk her life for someone else, but she was glad she could, she still could. The swing on her hips as she walked torwards them was outstanding. The Frey banner on her stolen dress kept her safe.

“They said the wolf couldn’t die” She mused, teasingly running her fingers through the chest of one of the soldiers. How stupid of them to look at her “I bet the men that took his life are beasts through and through. I’d like to witness that” And they took a break. Success. In her defense, they died with a smile upon their faces.

Dragging her king back into the woods was not easy task,but she managed to get him into the cave she had been using as refuge. He was dead, and so were her chances of survival in this cruel world. Once more, kneeling before him, she was a child. 

That night she spent it crying, arms tightly wrapped around him. Cuddling a dead body a sick as it might have been. More than once she could feel his breathing on her neck, the faint hints of a heartbeat when she rested her head on his chest. Dreams of a mad woman that wanted something so badly that she thought it true. Thankfully, she knew better than believing herself.

@wolfcrownd

[fifthbornforrester]

@wolfcrownd | continued from x 

Perhaps she was too optimistic. It was difficult to believe she had been even more so before all of this. Even with her aching heart dropping into the pit of her stomach, Talia could not give up. She would not give up until she drew her last breath. 

“There must be some way. Some words or actions. Something that can give the people hope.” Welcoming his hand, she responded with a gentle and reassuring squeeze. Skin brushing against skin would calm her in any other moment. Her gaze followed in the direction of their joined hands, wishing such unity was shared between all. They returned to meet his profile, studying the outline of his sharp jaw. “How do we move on? Stand by and do nothing? Submit to Cersei and let the Army of the Dead come and ravish us all? This will never be behind us because it will be the end of us,” she pressed, “unless we do something. We have to rile the people who will listen and give them something to fight for. Those who won’t listen will have to be shown what we’re up against. Otherwise, we might as well lay down and die now.” 

As much as she adored him, she believed herself to be right. Such dismissiveness would lead to their downfall and she could not afford to let that happen to every living thing. 

“The people still look to you. They’re waiting for someone to lead them. I’ll do it if I must.”

[crowndoe-blog]

“ i tell you these things because i love you. ”

*☆· POETRY STARTERS // ACCEPTING

         it is such a SMALL THING, for him to say i love you, but it lifts a weight from her chest that had once threatened to crush her ribcage and do away with her heart. the chill that had set between them since his RETURN had left myrcella to question when the last time he had spoken those words aloud to her –– would she hear them uttered once more? but when had SHE last whispered to him the same sentiment? perhaps it had been too long for her as well. 

but now the world does not seem so DARK. it is no longer possible to pretend that things can return to how they once were. he had brought her to that realization once before; FORWARD was the only way. forward towards kings landing, towards the downfall of her own family. the only PAIN she found was his idle threat to return her to winterfell if she could not stand WITH him and silence her pleas to stop. but I LOVE YOU is a different step forward. one she will cling to with every last ounce of hope the gods may spare her. 

she cannot hide the JOY he brings her. a soft swell of color in the apple of cheeks that had been so pale and cold for so long. she does not WANT to hide the happiness he has given her in this moment. what words he had uttered seem to have left on the wing of a raven and she is a child in the godswood with him once more. “ and i love you, robb stark. ” she reaches to tangle her fingers with his; for just a minute, there is no PAIN in peridot gaze as she peers up at her husband. she is as soft and golden and radiant as she had once been. petal pink lips curl in a smile. a true SMILE.  / @wolfcrownd

[nottobecrossed]

Do you ever re-read your threads and think: “God, I love everything about this. I love it so much!”

[hefzyisback]

❛ we’re kissing other people now? ❜

“I might kiss Arya from time to time, but no, we ain’t”

[hefzyisback]

“…I’m sore in such weird places.”

“Morning After” starters

The redhead stretched with a yawn. She discovered as soon as she lifted up her arms, that she was not exactly fresh either. The weird positions their drunken selves decided to try passed the bill on her muscles, and she suddenly craved for a warm bath. “The next time you decide to try the Kamazutra we should make sure it is humanly possible to do it and survive the attempt” She replied with a giggle. 

Lazily she crawled out of the bed to join him in the bathroom and wrapped her arms around him, placing  a rather gentle kiss on his lips “Would you like me to get down on you? make you feel better? I will cook you breakfast afterwards”

[hefzyisback]

“Hi! You need to leave.”

“Morning After” starters

The redhead yawned, stretching herself with a smile upon her face. That familiar ache between her legs after a particularly intense night was still there, to remind her that once more he had claimed her for himself. It was a good kind of pain. Her hair looked nothing like it had the night before, when they danced much against the will of their parents, and her dress…where was her dress again?

Having him as the first thing she saw in the morning was a nice way to wake up. She could get used to it. Until the lad spoke that was. Then the eyes of his mother nailed on her came back as an unrequested memory and she gasped, in panic. The sun already was shining bright through the window, and he was just…there, laying down next to her like if he had no worries in life. 

“Seven hells why didn’t you wake me up before so i could leave before the entire castle noticed me sneaking out your room?” A pause. “Wait…were you watching me sleep?”