𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 ⸻ a slovenian verb that means to take shelter from the rain , either literally or metaphorically . / 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐘𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐙 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 , 𝐋𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄 as adored by annie for thronesfm ( twenty1+ gmt+8 she+they ) .
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𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 ⸻ a slovenian verb that means to take shelter from the rain , either literally or metaphorically . / 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐀 𝐘𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐙 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 , 𝐋𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄 as adored by annie for thronesfm ( twenty1+ gmt+8 she+they ) .
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐅𝐑𝐘𝐃 𝐖. ⸻
She was steadfast in her position, neither flinching nor giving away that she would want him to stay further from her. She seemed strong and confident, a woman who could tie a man down no matter the reckless behavior. What on godly earth had he walked into and what was this vixen in front of him, if not a creature he could never tame nor have? It made it all the more interesting, all the more something he desperately would want in the end. Her delicate fingers were not strapped to the fabric of his clothing, but he didn’t care - She had his utter attention even if he didn’t wish for her to have it. The gentle tug was not an invitation, but more a seduction he would have to keep. She was teasing him, more than anything and even if Sigfryd was an ironborn, he was also a man, but a man who grew up amongst women and men without tact, well some did - Ames for example was the perfect example of what an ironborn was not when it came to manners, then again Sigfryd admired him. “Ah cheating did not cost me my eye.” he smirked and looked away for a second. In truth, it was a delicate subject, but it didn’t mean he would tell her right there and then, he’d rather not. “I believe the story of my eye shall wait.” he mused, leaning into her touch, feeling as if he was already spellbound.
“And when did you assess what I like or not my lady? Did I tell you I wouldn’t not like to do whatever would please you?” he cocked his head to the side, wondering where her analysis of him had taken her. Perhaps she saw a pirate or someone out to take whatever he wanted. Even he liked a challenge and it seemed so far she was the challenge of his life, someone so small, petite, and not really kind but demanding. A strong woman with a fire in her eyes that no one could steal. He was mesmerized. A small chuckle left his lips at her retort of him knowing her name. Of course, he would like to know it, to speak it, whisper it, moan it - There was no denying he wanted to know her name. As his captivation of her proceeded, he also found himself wanting to play this. To keep her unknown, yet known in a manner he did not quite understand. “I believe cheaters cannot be trusted, they tend to stab you in the back when you least expect it and therefore I will keep my story and name secret - “Sigfryd couldn’t help it. A hand had snaked its way forward, touching a fallen lock of her hair, letting it glide between his fingertips. As she turned however she seemed lost again, like a glimpse he could feel but never touch again. “Yes, I would like to know your name,” he stated before leaning against the railing. “But something tells me I will not know it tonight.”
like two predatory creatures of the sea and the sky, their gazes remained interlocked in an unspoken challenge until he looked away ─ ceding ground by breaking contact. her fingers, slender but strong, rubbed the fabric of his shirt between the pads of her thumb and pointer, half gloating and half soothing whatever injury she might have caused by digging a little too deeply into the story behind his lost eye. larra was not without some sense, all too aware that some secrets were not to be shared during first meetings. if he had pried into the reason behind her sleepless adventures, she would not have been as kind, so she hummed gently in response, deciding that she will allow him to keep the secret for now ─ it would be much more satisfying to have him tell her the story own his own accord, a victory in itself to peel back the layers to this fascinating stranger. ❝ very well ... keep your secrets for now but as i said, i do not like to be kept waiting for long. ❞ softly repeated in admonishment, she did not push further in an effort to extend some element of respect or perhaps, an unstated apology. it would be up to him to decide what to make of her patient gaze, contrasting the demanding words that dripped from her forked tongue.
❝ i believe i had enough time to assess what it is you want and what might please you. if you wanted to please me, you would have done as i asked. ❞ petulant, she allowed a pout to form on her mouth even as her gaze narrowed in a gesture that was anything but put - off by his unwillingness to do as she demanded ─ she was oddly grateful that he did not, that he proved to be more interesting than the other more obedient boys. at the very least, her thoughts would be preoccupied with solving the mystery that was his identity rather than phantom spirits and dead arryns. as she descended up the stairs, her steps slowed to a halt, figure turning half way around to glance at where he was leaned against the railing. ❝ not tonight, no, but you may come find me tomorrow. ❞ she had not meant for the words to leave her as more of a question than a demand, as though she wished for him to come looking for her, yet her tone lifted at the end of the sentence in a query. ❝ we shall see if i give you my name then ... perhaps, if you figure it out before we meet next, i will give you another gift altogether. ❞
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐋. ⸻
despite her pressing concerns with the riverlands , minella still found herself worrying about the well - being of her lannister family . a strong pride of lions , put at odds by a phantom of the past . her soft , shared glances with the besmirched ruling lady and frail smiles shared in passing were her only supply of comfort left after the past seven months , emotional support tank running dry . frequenting the gardens with tylan gave the woman a shred of peace , a glance into the normalcy that she had once found within the safety of king’s landing . though , she remained a lamb for the slaughter , unsure of how to proceed with new found ideas of redemption . she paced herself , stepping into the uncomfortable air surrounding the new home of the royal family . hushed words had become common place for the lady lannister , especially for calming the infant sat upon her hip . lips quirked into a smile as lyonel appeared at her side , seemingly from the shadows . “ a need of my expertise ? for such a request , i shall allow you to join us . ” she teases , sharing a brief nod in the direction of her safe place , encouraging him to follow . “ i have not seen my siblings since last leaving the riverlands . i should hope to find my sister soon , but my dear brother has yet to join us . i wonder if he isn’t settling into his new role as easily as expected . ” minella paused . eyes turned to lyonel , gentle hand placing atop his arm , attempting to summon what was left of her nurturing side to provide comfort . “ i will send your sentiments to riverrun . how are you doing , friend ? ”
there was something comforting about being in her presence ─ around minella, there was less of a need to pretend that all was well for she had borne witness to his despair and confusion when the news had arrived on the wings of a raven as they were travelling back to the westerlands at a slow crawl. he had attempted to keep his feelings from her, understanding that she had much on her mind without needing to worry about the lions of the rock, but he had not needed to speak for her to be a comfort by just existing, not pushing him to pick one side or the other. lyonel could not imagine the struggle she was facing, having so recently lost her father, but he hummed in gentle satisfaction as she allowed him to darken her moment with tylan with his presence, shadowing the mother and son pair like a devoted knight as he kept two paces from them. ❝ my lady is most kind. ❞ his feet hastened to match her steps as she turned to him, features drawn down into an appropriately considering look. ❝ i am certain the king will understand if he is unable to attend the gathering ... there was still much to be done in the riverlands when we left. perhaps we might make a trip there when we are allowed home. ❞ his tone implied that he doubted the depths of the king's understanding for anyone who was not from house targaryen, one corner of his mouth lifted in a derisive smile, though his gaze gentled at her attempts to comfort him, one hand coming to rest atop her own warmly. ❝ i am well ... i wish we could do something more than make nice with our enemies but i do not want to risk the king's wrath. at the risk of sounding like an old man, i fear that i have grown tired of court and the games that one must play to survive. ❞ a pause, his clear gaze meeting with hers.
❝ does that make sense ? ❞
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋. ⸻
If there was ever someone Genna would trust completely, and devote her affection and trust towards it was the cousin who seemed to want nothing more than to steady her, help her, and be a part of her choices no matter what they might be. A part of her felt guilty, rather ashamed that he would do her bidding even against those he loved the most. How had she been so lucky to find a friend amongst the lions and the most loyal at that? Was she prepared to toss him over the edge of the cliffs alongside herself until they would fall? Or would they reach the peak and highest standards and find glory and victory? She didn’t wish to drag him into it, yet she couldn’t do it without him. For the first time in weeks, Genna smiled with tears in her eyes, a hand gently connected to the cheek of her cousin. “Lyonel.” she murmured as her fingers caressed his cheek in a loving manner, a thankful manner. “if there was anyone I could ever give the world to, it would be you, my knight.” she smiled at him, more than she had in such a long time and it felt like with just his words and vows she felt more at ease. The lion who would fight for her against them all, was there anyone more honorable? Was there anyone else she was more terrified would betray her and yet she would take the risk? She would, because after all, it was him, it was Lyonel. As she finally calmed herself a little, the worry of the world still fresh in mind, she walked back to her desk, pushing papers away, tossing them to the ground, and dragging a chair close so she could place him in it, make sure he didn’t stand for too long. “Sit,” she commanded, having seated herself opposite in the chair facing him. She would not have him stand there wounded and exhausted. He had to be looked after and even if she wasn’t ready for a servant to burst the bubble they were in at the moment, she needed to make sure he was alright. “Let me look at your arm, I cannot have you standing there exhausted and tired when we have so much to talk about.” she sniffled, trying to compose herself again, needing herself to put the armor back on, if only half of it.
the old stories had always spoken of a time when the hero had to make a choice between doing what was easy and doing what was right ─ though the young lion had emulated the behaviors of many of these heroic knights, he had been spared any genuine struggle in his life up until this moment. it had always seemed so straight forward in the stories, each opposing side painted in a specific way to fit the idea that the narrator wished to present to the people but even though lyonel had made his decision, he was still warring within himself over the belief that it was the right decision as it would cost him the family that had raised him and perhaps even the seat that he stood to inherit one day. if he had been born as a more ambitious man ( as his father was ), he might have dared to ask for some reassurances in return for his support ─ lands or titles or a place among the heirs of casterly rock as a reward, should victory be in their future, but if victory meant defeating his family, lyonel would rather ask for mercy to be shown for them instead.
leaning into her touch momentarily, he closed his eyes almost instinctively, hoping that the rare display of gentleness from his sharp - edged cousin would help to ease the doubt that curled within his gut. ❝ the world is too much for me … my request is much easier to fulfil, i would imagine. a place by your side, always, and your patience if my youth sometimes prompts me into foolishness. ❞ genna had always been harsh with them all, twisting his ear whenever he put a toe out of line but she had her reasons and like always, lyonel went where she ordered, obediently sitting in the chair that she had dragged over for his comfort. the ride over from lannisport to casterly rock had been rough on his injury though he had all but forgotten about it until she made a mention of his arm. glancing down at the useless appendage, he grumbled gently but acquiesed to her fussing, trying to explain himself. ❝ a parting gift from one of the swamp beasts in the riverlands … i went over to help house tully since my stepmother was determined to visit … couldn’t sit there and do nothing for minella’s family. i wish i could assure you that house tully would support you because of my help but … my little brother stands to be heir if my father disinherits me. they will probably remain neutral for that reason alone. ❞
for lyonel; would you hurt brax to save genna? why not take a knife to him now and end it all?
❝ while i am sure lord brax believes he holds power by the side of my assumed cousin, he is hardly the root cause of her problems. he is merely a treacherous little worm beneath her boot but we are all here on the invitation of the king ─ it would be poor manners to disrespect our host by pulling out a weapon and i believe we all have seen how the king dispenses justice to those who insult him and his home. ❞ they were surrounded by the evidence of targaryen justice. a castle built on the bones of the dead. lyonel would not turn casterly rock or lannisport into another new valyria. ❝ besides, i will not be the one to draw first blood. ❞ he carefully avoids the first part of the question, the truth bubbling like bitter medicine in his belly ─ he knew that he could not actually hurt braxton even if he had imagined it many times before. ( though he knew that there may come a day when he is left with no choice but to cross swords with his old friend. )
[larra] what if you were kidnapped again?
❝ i would not be so foolish as to allow it to happen again. ❞ mauveine hues peer up from beneath dark lashes, fingers coming to rest against her thigh where, under the layers of soft fabric, the outline of her dagger laid unassuming and comforting. ❝ i have been taken unaware once before and i have learned from it. no one will take me anywhere with my consent. not anymore. not unless they want a quick lesson on how fast someone can bled to death. ❞
[lyonel] are you disappointed in the lannisters that have not supported genna?
❝ that is one word for it. ❞ he had experienced a myriad of emotions in the past three months that it was difficult to pinpoint his exact sentiments about his family now that some time had passed and each feeling as layered ─ confusion, anger, disappointment, hurt, twisting inside him until he could barely breathe in their presence, the pretense that he is forced to put on in the king's court suffocating him. ❝ i still love my family but i do not agree with them. i ... i feel like do not know them anymore. it is a strange feeling to come to terms with in only a handful of months and being angry with them is easier than trying to figure out why ... ❞ he pauses, one hand coming up to rub at the center of his chest as though to soothe away some phantom ache. ❝ why they would do this. ❞ ( why it hurts so much, he does not say. )
[larra] do you trust your guard?
❝ who ? rusty ? ❞ he did not have an exceptionally difficult name to remember but her latest amusement ( at his expense ) had been to mispronounce his name or call him by something else entirely, hoping to catch him off guard ─ russal had been infuriatingly good at responding to her silly monikers, however, taking the wind from her sails. ❝ i do not trust anyone that easily and certainly not some nobody from the stormlands but for the purposes of keeping me safe, i suppose he will do well enough as a protector. he is certainly great fun to harass and not entirely terrible to look at. i would consider it a success if he sticks around long enough to actually become endearing or if he leaves my service because of the hell that i will put him through. ❞
for larra: what are your feelings towards your in-laws, after the past several months?
❝ mhm ... contrary to the sentiment of the general population, i am confident enough to say that my list of favorite westerosi people comprise of mostly targaryens. ❞ it was not a very extensive list as larra thought very little of the westerosi and their varying cultures and traditions, so the fact that house targaryen dominated the list was of little consequence considering she had been confined to dragonstone castle for the past few months. ❝ i suppose i can only speak of the ones that i know better than others ─ daemon, aerea and rhaegar are all beloved to me. they are like true siblings and i would kill for them if the need arose. my sentiments for the king are well known ... i would like him more if he gave me a dragon egg but perhaps after shaera has a baby, i might steal one from it’s cradle instead. i have nothing nice to say in regards to the summerhall targaryens, so for once, i will hold my tongue, and i do not know the princess vasila well enough to form a judgment though they are rather formidable, from what i have heard. ❞
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐓. ⸻
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silhouette sits on the ground in the dark , with only the faded moonlight bringing color to the room . fingers twirl the goblet filled with dornish red , losing count at how many the princess already consumed —— numbers were more larra’s thing anyway . shaera cannot believe how foolish she has been , telling someone who is not blood her secret is one thing , but having been caught by a lannister is the worst crime . placating the king was hard but the lys born noble knows how to manipulate men to her advantage , a trick she has not used in a while ; still , he is wary of her . purple hues close as head bangs against the wall and the pain feels good , something she deserves . daemon deserves better than her , the princess cannot face her lord husband , not with all the rumors now swirling around . ❛ this chamber is taken, ❜ she speaks to the stranger opening the door , lysene accent stronger than ever , the alcoholic beverage weakening her delicate poise —— soon the brunette will speak in the lysene tongue , bastard high valyrian like the child that was never born .
the glances that she had received as she strode through the halls of staerdale had alerted her to the underlying tension within new valyria ─ hers was a beauty that held an innocence that men sought to corrupt, so it was no odd thing that there were eyes upon her but familiarity with the sensation of being gazed upon meant that larra knew when the weight of a stare held admiration, lust, danger or something else entirely. it had not taken long for her to be privy to the whispers that trickled throughout court and the news that her sister had been summoned by the king because of such rumours had only served to hasten her footsteps towards where shaera had been last seen, throwing open the doors to find the woman that she sought seated upon the ground. barking out an order to her guard to remain posted outside the door, guarding against any who wished to enter, larra strode over to where her sister was seat, bending at the knees so that their eyes were level. ❝ how could you be so foolish ?! ❞ the words are spat out in bastardized valyrian, vitriol coloring her face ruddy. panic had seized her heart at the thought of anyone uncovering their deception but it seemed as though her sister held little concern for the matter if she was speaking of it to those who were not to be trusted. ❝ you know these people hate you ! it does not matter who they are, they are never to be trusted. no one loves you enough here to lie and kill for you ... no one but serenei and i. you know this. ❞
disappointment in her sister was a rare feeling and that was what made it all the more painful to bear. it was not some minor mistake from their childhood that could be settled, not some misstep that was out of shaera's hands ─ it had been done consciously, from the moment she laid with a man who was not her husband to the moment she had opened her mouth to speak of it to someone who was not blood. ❝ i will cut out that lannister cunt's tongue if she does not stop wagging it. say the word and i will. ❞
for seda: what twin do you think will be the better king?
❝ ... i love the boys equally. ❞ if aegon was her soul, then daemon was her heart, twisting at the thought of a future were one prince might be pinned against the other for the bloody throne but her love for them could not unite the seven kingdoms and it was her duty to guide the decisions of court towards the prince that would be most well - received as the future king. ❝ i think they would both make great kings but aegon ... would be the wiser choice. he has the support of house tyrell and the favor of most of westeros for defying his father to marry a westerosi woman. it is criminal that the people do not accept shaera because of her valyrian ancestry and the fact that she is not from westeros but that is not something that we can change any time soon. with time, perhaps, but do we have enough time ? with the strain that the crown has been under, it would not be wrong to say that house targaryen would have a brighter, safer future if aegon were to take the throne. ❞
for lyonel: would you harm your father and sister if you had to in order to help genna keep her claim?
❝ genna said that no one in the family would get hurt. she would never target alicent or father, or ask me to ... she would not. ❞ it was an idealistic outcome but one that he preferred to dwell on instead of the other, more realistic fates that awaited house lannister should the bubbling disagreements melt into a civil war for the seat of casterly rock ─ his cousin wanted peace. she would never command him to hurt his father or his sister, he had to believe that in order to remain unshaken in his support. ❝ my father can defend himself and i do not think he will be ... fighting, if it comes to that. he is too valuable to risk in an open field. ❞ he would not cross swords with his father and he hoped that lancel loved him enough to spare him that same consideration. ❝ i will not harm them. if you are unaware, i am not the one trying to steal from our family and i will not be the one to draw first blood. ❞
for seda; who would you choose for your brother to marry?
❝ someone from the riverlands, the north or new valyria, ideally ... it is a pity that house tully has no unmarried daughters ... i suppose we might consider a mallister ─ they had been in discussions with house dayne a while back, or a manderly would be ideal. house redwyne might be considered ... i might need to speak to lysara about that but a seafaring house is what i expect for aeron, to strength trade ties for house dayne and our allies across the narrow seas. ❞
larra; why do you act all high and mighty? you seem to swoon when you are around certain people...
❝ i do not swoon ! if you spread a lie like that again, i will rip out your hair. ❞ while the denial is fierce and emphasized with a pointed finger, there is little that can hide the blossoming redness in her cheeks and the rapidly pace to her heart, fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. ❝ i have every right to act high and mighty, as you so eloquently stated. i am practically foreign royalty in westeros and can certainly buy over any one of these noble families thrice - over if needed. none of these westerosi boys have the capability to make me swoon ... i just feel a little lightheaded sometimes, looking up at these ridiculously tall men. ❞ first brynden marbrand, and then sigfryd wynch ... what was in the water in westeros ?
lyonel; is there a chance you'll betray your aunt?
❝ i would sooner slit my own throat. ❞ vehement declaration is punctuated as he rises to his feet. ❝ i will not do an injustice by lying and saying that the thought did not cross my mind. it would be easier to give into the advice of my family and remain silent, staying my sword from her defense but i cannot justifying doing nothing or taking his side blindly. ❞ the words are spat out, brows furrowed with the hurt that he has kept down since the westerlands had begun to tear into two. ❝ even if he is who he says he is, do we give the wardenship and the title to him just because he is the firstborn ? he has not been in westeros for nigh forty years. what does he know of our people in the westerlands ? what does he know of being ruling lord, if he was truly raised by a servant ? what are his goals for our region and our family ? we do not know him and we cannot simply reward him with power just because he has come home after so long. the fact that some in my family believe this is right is baffling. if he truly meant to reunite with the family, he would have done so when my uncle still drew breath. ❞
everyone: if you could have anything in the world? what do you desire the most?
❝ i already have everything i could ever want and everything else is a work in progress. ❞ she flicks something off one of her nails absentmindedly, glancing up with lazy disinterest. ❝ so i will be boring and predictable instead ... my main desire is that my family remains safe, that my sister becomes queen and makes me an aunt, that i inherit the rogare bank and that i find a handsome man to keep me warm at night. ❞ a pause, the curve of her smile turning mischievous. ❝ like i said ─ a work in progress but it will come to fruition. ❞ even if she had to bloody her hands to seat daemon on that ugly iron chair.
❝ ... peace. ❞ here, she grimaces, a self - depreciating laugh echoing from her throat. ❝ gods, i have become the very thing i feared ... a peaceful woman. my predecessor warned me that it would happen after years of being the master of whisperers. the sign of a good king is how long genuine peace lasts during his reign and i want that for westeros but most importantly, i want that for myself and my children. ❞
❝ i suppose i should desire an easy victory for my cousin or for my family to see the error in their ways ... but i wish we could turn back time to when the most eventful thing was the new bastard that one of my cousins would eventually introduce to the family. i do not want to fight my family ... i just want us to go back to how it once was. ❞ before casper lannister shattered the stability of the rock and splintered their family into two.
for all: don't be shy, how do you feel about our lord savior the king?
❝ he terrifies me ... i would like for house rogare and lys to remain an ally for as long as possible because i know my city will not hold against dragonfire. anyone who thinks they have the strength or the right to oppose a king with dragons at his beck and call should be burned alive for their stupidity. ❞ the declaration is ended with a shrug to the shoulders and a sour taste in her mouth, uncaring of who heard her ─ enough people hated the rogares for the mere fact that they were other, so larra had decided that she would give them something to fuel their hatred, if only so that her actions would be justified when she eventually snapped. ❝ it does help that he is absurdly good looking for an old man. ❞
❝ lucerys has changed. if i did not know any better, i might believe that it was the lost of visenya that has driven him mad but that would be too simple. the fact that he had been taken by surprise, that his home had been desecrated and his wife had been killed ... that someone thought house targaryen was weak enough to grow so bold as to attack them repeatedly. now, he will stop at nothing to prove otherwise and i ... i do not intend on staying by his side for long to see the people rise up from the ashes in revolt. ❞
❝ when i think of the king, i am reminded of the fairytales of old ... a king should serve the people ─ he certainly has the means to do so and could have assisted in the infestation of swamp beasts in the riverlands with targeted dragonfire from above but he did not. perhaps one of his sons will be better or perhaps it is time for the knights of the kingdom to slay these dragons instead. ❞