bestsuitedstag
Tʜᴇ Cʀᴏᴡɴ Sᴜɪᴛs Mᴇ
"You never wanted any friends, brother, but a man
without friends is a man without power. Nobody wants you for their King."
An Indie RP Blog for Renly Baratheon the First of his name, Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, and King of the Seven Kingdoms; from GRRM's ASOIAF/HBO's GoT
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“ You’re very young to be out so late,
Gods know who might be lurking about…. ”
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Sweeney Todd Starters
They all deserve to die.
There are two kinds of men and only two. There's the one staying put in his proper place and one with his foot in the other one's face.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief. For the rest of us death will be a relief.
At last! My arm is complete again!
She was his reason and his life
These are desperate times, and desperate measures are called for...
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
I can guarantee the closest shave you'll ever know.
How about a shave?
Welcome to the grave...
I will have vengeance.
I will have salvation...
I want you bleeders.
For what's the sound of the world out there?
It's man devouring man, my dear!
May the Lord have mercy on your soul.
Would no one have mercy on her?
She poisoned herself, arsenic from the apothecary round the corner, I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me
Have charity towards the world, my pet.
We'll take the customers that we can get.
We could have a life we two, maybe not like you remember. Maybe not like I imagined. But we could get by.
You have a room over the shop, don't you? If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
You see, years ago, something happened up there. Something not very nice.
You are young. Life has been kind to you. You will learn.
You'll kill me, boy? Well here I stand!
May the good Lord smile on you... until we meet again.
If I cannot fly, let me sing...
If I see your face again on this street, you'll rue the day you were born.
And life is for the alive, my dear
Yes, I lied 'cause I love you!
I love you! Could that *thing* have cared for you like me?
What's dead is dead!
Can we still be married?
So we run away and then all our dreams come true?
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Brienne had not wanted to come, and if she had had her way, she would not have. She had never felt so outlandishly ugly as she did in pink and blue silk. Brienne tried to stay away from the crowd, so they might not see her…an impossibility due to her being of height with many of the grown men. Lord Renly’s feast, to celebrate his coming of age. Brienne could see him from her position. A handsome, cleanshaven, youth with black hair and dressed in all manner of finery.
He would laugh at her, Brienne just knew. All handsome men laughed at her, and worse, he would have heard about Ronnet and his rose…
After some strategic avoidance, her father told her she must dance with some of the men. So she nervously tread out onto the floor to try and placate him.
Renly had, so far, enjoyed every aspect of his coming of
age tour of the Stormlands aside from his bannermen
shoving every daughter they owned in his direction out of
hope that they he would take a fancy to them the young
Baratheon was certainly enjoying himself. Th feats, the
balls, the dancing & the tourneys he loved every aspect of it,
even more so that his squire seemed to become more &
more irritable, with jealousy Renly didn’t doubt, with every
ball they went to.
Blue eyes fell upon the maid of Tarth as she entered the room.
Of course she wasn’t what one would call typically beautiful,
nor did she look like the obvious choice for a bride. However
Renly knew that he wouldn’t want to face her in a fight. Men
could be fierce looking, like Illyn Payne or Robert when he was
younger, or they could be beautiful, as he already knew Loras
was, so why was it not considered acceptable for women to vary
in the same way? He would never know.
His attentioned quickly turned back to his squire who seemed to
be at a loss as to if he wanted to dance or if he wanted to be moody
for the entire evening. He would make it up to him later he was sure.
Leaving Brienne to the mass of admirers that seemed to have come
out of nowhere, though he knew that he would & should dance with
her before the end of the night, since her father was hosting the event.
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When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I’m his only living child, so he wants to make a good match for me. He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth. I didn’t want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. The shaft each other and threatened to duel if they thought it was their turn to dance. Whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. I’d never been so happy. Till I saw a few of the boys sniggering. And then they all started to laugh, they couldn’t keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me. Brienne the Beauty, they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great lumbering beast. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. ‘Don’t let them see your tears’ he told me. 'They’re nasty little shits, nasty little shits aren’t worth crying over’. He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word. He didn’t love me, he didn’t want me, he danced with me because he was kind and he wouldn’t see me hurt. He saved me from being a joke. From that day until his last day.
Brienne of Tarth
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TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
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