#tommen’s lil face!!!
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Benjen is a lil bit of a "playing hard to get" type and he leaves the bunny spread open in the night air. The tyrell bunny is whimpering humping the air, till suddenly her pussy in engulfed by a mouth once more. She thinks it's benjen again. Oh no it wasn't. Lionesses need some bunnies too ;)) (i wanna see a bitch fight between benjen and cersei over tyrell bunny)
Martell tigress leaves joffrey after her first orgasm and lures tommen in to watch. Both of the princes need to learn some skills
Robyn turns to bobby b with a slutty drunk smirk "decorate me" she is hungry for his cum. Hands going to his as he puts them on her hair "use me, use me like the whore i am" she slurs humping on the floor now.
Stev is whining against tywin, trying to fight him while he is holding her in the air, kissing and purring into her neck. "not a slut for anyone but a lion", he growls possessively. "touch yourself for me" "i don't know how"
Her hands move into the locks once more without thought; the pleasure is too delicious and addictive as her body arches from the bench. Her dress had fallen with ease as her sweet, ample breasts bounce happily. Cersei taking over and bringing her the pleasure she desires; hoping to get the bunny instead of the sly fox for her son.
He's tugging on the ropes; growing as his brother is brought in. The Dornish Princess having so much fun as she moves onto her knees to take Tommen.
"Oh you are such a little whore." he purrs as his larger hands slowly wraps into her locks and brings her close. His fat, leaking cock pushing into her hot mouth as she is now resting on his stomach. His fucking of her face begins.
Tywin darkly chuckles as he gently takes her hand in his. "Hmm, i'll show you." He purrs and cups her creamy pussy. Stev can only cry out at the new pleasure; tears moving down her cheeks now and he can't wait to ruin her
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tommen baratheon 🥰💘💖 - 🐹
AWW MY FIRST ANON WITH AN EMOJI WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE!! also i love tommen omg HAPPY STIMS!!
he’s my lil boye squishes his face
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Insatiable - Chapter Six: Let Me Keep You
Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader “Savia”
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Word count: 7.5k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) praise kink, dirty talk, public groping, spanking, oral (m receiving), violence.
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Summary: The Dornish festival is more than you could have hoped for, and much more than you are ready to handle. The King’s sudden arrival is anything but joyous as you’re then quickly torn from the prince’s hand.
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A/N: good Gods, I love writing Oberyn blowjob scenes LMAO. Also, Ambrose is one of my FAVORITE characters, he can get it.
Side note for those who have read/watched Game of Thrones:
- Okay y’all, I messed around with the timeline a lil bit. Between the first chapter of the Insatiable series and now, Margaery and Tommen have been engaged but not yet married. So, in the GOT world/timeline, I’m just pushing back their actual marriage a bit lol.
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How Oberyn looks when you suck him off beneath the booth at the festival while he’s talking to his brother 👇🏼🤤👅
“Why are we taking a carriage this time?” you wonder aloud, playing with your lover’s fingers.
“A royal entry for a royal event,” he replies, smiling down at you. “We aren’t taking a leisurely stroll this time, little one; tonight, you are to be honored here.”
You smile as you continue to stare at his large hand, fondling it with your own smaller ones. You stroke along his palm, twisting your fingers together before turning his hand over in yours. The soft pads of your fingertips trace along the crinkles in his skin, around the hills and valleys formed by his protruding veins as they run down to his forearm, squeezing him lightly in your grasp. The two of you are currently laid out upon a bench in your carriage. The bench on the other side remains empty due to your cuddling. You rest your back against the prince, his arm slung around your shoulder and down your front. His other limb relaxed on the arm rest as he leaned against it, holding you loosely in his arm.
Butterflies swarm your stomach at his words; you’ve never been appreciated in such a way before, in so many ways before. Oberyn’s affections for you are unwavering as the days continue to pass, his steadfast love for you truly takes your breath away.
“Will your daughters be at the festival?”
“No,” he sighs, “They’re to be looked after while I am away. I’d rather them not leave the palace if I am not with them. They’re so young,” he sighs, turning to look out the window.
“Is everything okay?” you ask, glancing up at him.
“Have you ever wanted children?”
He asks it very casually, staring at the landscape as it passes by. The question has a simple answer, you’ve always wanted to children, however, you are unsure if you should tell him this. He already has eight daughters of his own, he may not want to have any more. Is he asking if you’d ever wanted children, or if you’d be happy with his current children?
“Yes,” you reply, “I have wanted children.”
“And do you still?”
You move off of him, turning to look at his handsome face. Your head tilts to the side as you try to read his thoughts, eventually falling short.
“Do you?”
He scoffs, “I already have children.”
“Do you want any more?”
“I would love to have more.” he expresses, his eyes twinkling at the mere mention of it.
A breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding finally releases, a sudden relief filling your heart as it squeezes tightly in your chest. While you’d be more than happy to be part of him and his daughter’s lives, to be part of their family, you do still have hopes to birth your own child someday.
“So,” he says, reaching up to pinch your chin, “Do you still?”
You fervently nod your head, keeping his gaze while grinning from ear to ear. Oberyn’s hand moves to cup your face, a happy sigh slipping past his lips.
“Would you like to have my children?” he whispers, bringing you a bit closer to him.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Your lips then meet, a passionate yet soft kiss ensuing. You crawl forward a bit, moving onto his lap until you’re seated upon him. His large hands immediately find your backside, cupping you gently as he presses you further against him.
“Is time of importance to you?” he asks, your lips parting for a breath.
“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “I have plenty of time, my love.”
A pleasant hum vibrates through his chest, clearly receiving the response he had hoped for. His smirk widens before he returns his lips to yours, a bit more passionately this time. Every time you think things with Oberyn couldn’t be better, he proves you wrong. Each interaction, each detailed learned, each story heard, continues to tie you together, not only as a couple, but as companions. Together, you were beginning to see each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and where he lacked, you seemed to excel, and vice versa. When Oberyn became frustrated with his brother’s incessant meetings and lectures, the attitudes of surrounding politicians, or the complexity of the days’ schedule, you were there to help calm him, distracting him with your love and teaching him patience. When you became overwhelmed with the many decisions to be made surrounding your stay in Dorne, Oberyn helped make them for you; he was decisive, while still considering your opinion, of course. You took much of the weight off the other’s shoulders when it came to your hindrances, quickly creating a bond that allowed you to lean on the other for support.
His lips remain on yours, the scruff along his jawline and upper lip tickling the skin of your face. He urges you to grind against him, guiding your hips as he slides you over his lap.
“You looked extravagant.” He groans, leaning down to kiss your neck.
You giggle at his eagerness, leaning back and allowing him to roam. “When?”
“When I had my mouth on your sex.” He replies, his teeth then sinking into the skin above your collar bone. “So tasty.”
Oberyn Martell absolutely exhilarates you in so many ways. Your body tingles with excitement as your arousal grows, rubbing yourself over his lap while he kisses your skin and palms at your ass. He lands a harsh smack, smirking against your neck as you yelp at the sting. He finds his way beneath your dress, his hands meeting your bare flesh. Oberyn’s short nails dig into your skin, gripping you harshly as he savors you, worships you, moving his mouth down to your exposed cleavage. His tongue dips down the valley between your breasts, licking up and down as he moans lustfully beneath you.
“Oberyn…” you sigh, cradling his head as he continues mouthing at you.
His large, warm hands find their way to the neckline of your dress, fumbling with the loose ties holding it together. He gracefully undoes the string, allowing it to drop and expose your beautiful breasts.
“Say it again,” he sighs, gawking at your tits as he cups them in both hands. “Say my name.”
“Hm…” you smirk, engulfed in a feeling of absolute power as he becomes entranced with your body.
You lean in, licking a strip up the cuff of his ear before moaning, “Oberyn.”
He purrs pleasurably at your obedience, his lips curling into a smirk beside your cheek. His short nails dig into your skin, gripping you tightly in his hands.
“Myn lykyng,” you whisper, “Let me taste you.”
“Oh…” he sighs, leaning into you. “You want to be on your knees for me, don’t you, sweet thing?”
There’s no way you’ll be able to make it, not at this rate. You can’t wait until he brings you home later tonight, and neither can he. His lips return to yours as he moves to undo his belt, your quick breathes fanning the others mouths as he does so. But just as he frees himself, you feel the carriage stall.
You make eye contact, an aggravated look crosses both your faces as Oberyn curses under his breath. He begins to steady his breathing, patting your backside twice and signaling for you to stand from his lap. Once you do, he begins tucking himself back beneath his robes and adjusting the fabric. You sit beside him, quickly working to redress yourself as well. Your name is called, the tone a bit authoritative yet clearly concerned. Ambrose.
“Just a minute!” you snap back, finishing the ties on your upper chest.
Due to his title, Oberyn exits first, stepping down from the carriage and standing beside the guards. To your absolute shock, there is a crowd gathered before you, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Your face flushes red; you’ve never had such an overwhelming greeting before. Instead of allowing Ambrose to take your hand and help you down, Oberyn steps forward, reaching out to you with a firm hand and a kind smile.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, taking notice of your nervous expression.
You set your hand in his, allowing him to hold it and guide you down the few steps to the ground. When you lift your head, you’re met with hundreds of faces. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you do your best to keep calm. Your composure will get you through this, that and Oberyn. He keeps you by his side as you’re escorted through the streets, with Ambrose walking on your other side.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, continuing to march on.
“I’m okay,” you reply, taking a deep breath before releasing a long, slow exhale. “I’m fine.”
“I’m here if you need me.”
You turn to look at him, smiling softly as you say, “I know you are.”
“Oberyn.” You mumble sternly, lightly grabbing his outer bicep as you stroll up behind him.
The prince of Dorne is currently conversing with Tywin Lannister, the current Hand of the King and Protector of the Realm. Oberyn’s distaste for the Lannister’s has always been prominent but peaked when one of Tywin Lannister’s guards raped and murdered his older sister, Elia, before killing her children, as well. Oberyn has a taste for vengeance, an absolute craving for it, much more so than any other man you had ever met. He talked his way into a duel with said guard, Ser Gregor Clegane. The prince had won, successfully killing the soldier who massacred his sister, niece, and nephew. Clearly, there still seems to be debts for Oberyn to settle.
Oberyn sighs, smiling at the man in front of him before turning to you. He says your name, addressing you in your full title and then gesturing to the Lord.
“Lord Tywin Lannister.” He states, turning back to face him.
“My Lord,” you say, bowing your head and gracefully curtseying in a show of respect. He may have wronged the man you love, but its wise for you to not make enemies. You’re more interested in why he came in the first place.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Lord Tywin says, his voice overtly refined as he greets you.
You then stand, meeting his eyes before replying with, “I am honored to meet you, my Lord.”
He smiles, chuckling a bit before trailing his eyes over your frame. You look around, curious to see if the King, his nephew, has joined him.
“May I ask,” you inquire, returning your attention to him. “Has King Tommen come along, as well?”
“He has, indeed. He requests a private introduction.”
“Oh, well…” you turn to Oberyn, who’s eyes have been set on you since you arrived. “I’d…”
“Go on,” he says, brushing a hand over your cheek. “I’ll be here waiting.”
You smile up at him, feeling entirely at home beneath the prince of Dorne’s influence. His other hand joins the one on your cheek, cupping your face as he brings you to his lips. There’s just something about the way he kisses you in public, or in front of anyone, really. Oberyn was more than generous in the bedroom, and always a fervent and passionate lover, but when he kisses you before others, it was like something ignited within him. He feels so strong and powerful, so dominate as he moves his mouth over yours. He’s claiming his territory for any and all to see, and you’re more than willing to let him.
“The King’s tent is off to your left, madam.” Lord Tywin expresses, no doubt attempting to draw you out of Oberyn’s grasp.
“Inamorata.” Oberyn sighs, smirking against your lips. He lands a quick smack on the right cheek of your backside before bidding you off.
“I am truly grateful to meet King Tommen, my Lord.” You express, following Lord Lannister to the King’s tent.
“You should be.” he responds, his hands held behind his back as he walks beside you. “He’s quite eager to meet you.”
“May I ask why?”
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” he offers, lifting the flap to the luxurious pavilion.
Your eyes flicker from the Lord to the entrance, smiling kindly and nodding before walking inside. Your steps are hesitant as you continue forward, acknowledging the bright orange and red colors that surround you. The entryway quickly ends, and you’re met with a large area, completely open and round in shape. King Tommen rests in the center, sitting comfortably upon a wide, cushioned divan. He addresses you, his kind smile lighting up the room. The blonde-haired boy then stands, walking over to greet you.
“Your Grace,” you begin, fully bowing before him. “It is an absolute honor to meet you.”
“Please,” he says, leaning in the grab your elbows and usher you back to an upright stance. “I’m thrilled to meet you.”
“I’m flattered.” You respond, smiling at his kindness.
He releases his hold on your arms, turning and gesturing toward the couch embroidered with red and gold stitching. With a hand on your back, he leads you to it.
“Come, join me.”
King Tommen offers you food and wine, to which you politely refuse. Tommen has been known, so far, to be a fair and gentle king, but you can’t help yourself. Oberyn’s overt hatred for the Lannister family and the numerous rumors floating around about their abhorrence cause you to remain reserved.
“May I ask, where is your Lady Margaery?” you inquire, gazing around the room.
“She is with her family,” he responds, “She’s crushed she couldn’t make it.”
“Oh, she shouldn’t be worried.” You giggle, “I’d met her earlier this week, she was an absolute delight. Though it is a shame I am not able to see her again.”
“Well, I surely hope you do.” Tommen replies, “I’d like to officially invite both you and Prince Oberyn to our wedding.”
You’re absolutely shocked at the invitation, not only for yourself but for Oberyn, as well. There are so many reasons you’re surprised by this, mainly due to your assumed insignificance, and your lover’s loathly attitude. You’re also overwhelmingly flattered that your courtship with Prince Oberyn is already so infamous, especially because you hadn’t even been engaged yet. Yet, right?
“Your Grace, I’m…” you stutter, your mouth hanging agape. “Thank you, thank you so much.”
He nods, chuckling slightly before responding, “Of course, we would be delighted to have the two of you in attendance.”
Honestly, you want to ask why. You know it isn’t your place, but you can’t help but wonder… why would Tommen invite a prince who’s known for hating his family? The King must see this confusion on your face, because, to your surprise, he addresses it.
“You must be wondering why I’ve chosen to invite you.”
“Forgive me, my King, but yes… I am.”
“There is nothing to forgive, it’s entirely reasonable. As you likely know, the Seven Kingdoms have been enthralled in your expanse of knowledge since your coming of age. I greatly admire your expertise in the varying areas of history, language, and art.”
“You’re too kind.” You blush, briefly looking away.
He pauses to smile before continuing. “You are an amazing woman; Lady Margaery and I intended to invite you before you’d visited Dorne.”
This confession amazes you, truly humbling you in every way possible. You stare at him, an expression of awe capturing your eyes and lips.
“However, I am well aware of Prince Oberyn’s distaste for my family, or rather my mother’s family.”
Tommen’s mother is Cersei Lannister, but Tommen himself belongs to house Baratheon. Oberyn hates them all the same, regardless of this distinction.
“I’d like to find peace, in any way I can.” The King says this genuinely, the intention clearly set in his tone of voice.
“Send the prince in.” He suddenly says, waving at one of his servants.
You’re quite bewildered, whipping your head around to look toward the entrance. Oberyn’s beautiful frame walk forward, his handsome face in a stern frown until his eyes find yours.
“My love,” he says, opening his arms and allowing you to embrace him.
You do, dashing over in earnest as if you hadn’t seen him in days. He holds you, swaying side to side and burying his face in the hair along your neck. You part quickly, though, urging him to respect the King when in his presence. With his hand in yours, you guide him over to the couch.
“Your Grace,” he says, bowing lightly before sitting beside you.
“Prince Oberyn,” Tommen nods, his smile unwavering. “I was just explaining to your spouse the reasonings behind my invitation.”
“Invitation?” he asks, but you’re stuck on another word.
“Yes, I’d like to invite you both to my wedding ceremony.”
“Really?” Oberyn inquires, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat. “You’ve traveled a long way for something my servant could have told me.”
“Oberyn.” You mumble, scolding him lightly under your breath.
“I’ve come a long way for many reasons, Prince Oberyn.” Tommen retorts, “One of which is to make peace with the Martell family.”
“And the other?”
“To meet her.” He says simply, gesturing toward you.
An awkward silence hangs in the air after King Tommen says this. You chew on the edge of your lip, eyes wandering to your lover as he picks at his nails.
“Well,” Tommen begins, clearing his throat. “The festival is only beginning; I encourage you both to enjoy it. please, take your time with your response. I will have a written invitation delivered to your bastion.”
With that, Oberyn stands, his hand held out toward you while maintaining eye contact with the King. You look between the two of them, eventually standing with the help of the prince’s hand.
“Thank you so much for the invitation, King Tommen.” You say, beaming brightly at the young king. “It is truly an honor to have met you.”
“The honor is returned, my dear lady.” He replies, folding his hands in his lap. “I surely hope to see you again.”
“As do I.”
Oberyn exchanges his own verbal farewells before leading you out of the royal tent and into the bright spotlight beneath the Dornish sun. You begin walking back toward your designated area, striding side by side with your hand in his. Your other hand gently grasps his forearm, slightly leaning against his sturdy build as he leads you through the crowd.
“Oberyn…” you begin, your words hesitant as you speak. “I hope you haven't interpreted my politeness as a slight toward you or your family.”
“Of course not,” he immediately replies, squeezing your hand. “You are a lady, and you act like it, one of your many admirable features.”
“Hm,” you giggle, flattered by the abundance of praise the day is delivering. “I’m not a Lady, though.”
“Not yet,” he clarifies, stopping once you’ve reached your stand.
He turns, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your small hands land on his chest, instantly playing with the hem of his robes… it’s become a habit.
“But when you are mine,” he whispers, leaning in to touch his nose to yours. “Your title will be princess.”
“Am I not already yours?” you tease, smirking up at him.
“You are…” he replies, one hand sliding around to your stomach and lowering itself down. “But I plan to make my claim a bit more…”
He then cups your sex, gasping your teasing smirk to fade as your lips part in a soft gasp.
“Permanent.”
The festival has surpassed any expectation you could’ve possibly had. It’s amazingly vivid, the beautiful colors that surround you. There are multitudes of flowers, dishes, and beverages, along with many performers such as singers, dancers, and sorcerers.
“When will I be able to explore?” you ask, pouting as you sit beside him.
Since your meeting with the king, you’d been sat at your table, greeting the people of Dorne and all the others who have traveled so far for this very event. While you feel entirely blessed to be such an honored guest in the land of Dorne, you also want to travel a bit yourself, be able to explore the land you may one day call home.
“Soon, little one.” He chuckles, “Have patience.”
He’d been teasing you for hours, his expanse of years surpassing your own in the most obvious of ways. You’d become quite impatient, but he was kinda with you, never needing time with your absence. But your impatience with him began to grow, too, the feeling turning mischievous quite quick.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, watching you stand from your seat and then kneel to the floor.
“I dropped something.” You say, not even caring enough to make up a good excuse.
You crawl beneath the fabric laid out over the table, the skin of your knees and the palms of your hands sliding across the stone floor. Once situated beneath the privacy of your table, you sat up, resting back on your heels with your shins along the floor. His surprised startle excites you greatly as you lean in toward his crotch, your nimble fingers quick to undo his belt.
He already has his legs spread, blaming this entirely on his preferred seating position. He continues laying back in his chair, not moving a muscle while you begin to move over him. The prince’s ridiculously well-endowed cock was already hard at its reveal, slightly pushing the golden fabric to the side before gripping him in hand.
The hot breath slipping past your lips makes him shiver as ghosts over his skin, smiling playfully before kissing his shaft. He twitches in your hand, hardening further with every move you make. The harder you grasp, the thicker he becomes, his tip beginning to secrete the clear liquid you find tantalizingly charming. Without even thinking, you lean in, tickling his tip with your soft tongue as you lick it off. His short fingernails scrape across the wooden surface above you at the feeling, shifting in his seat and spreading his legs just a little bit more.
You then take him in your mouth, feeling his low moan rumble through him while doing so. The skin of his head is smooth as it fills your mouth, the reddened area leaking with need. More of that salty-sweet fluid drips onto your tongue, causing you to suck on him lightly while closing your eyes in pleasure.
You know that if he were in control right now, he’d put his hands on your head and urge you to take more of him, just like the night when you first had him in your mouth. His cock ached and throbbed as he taught you how to suck him off, eagerly gushing down your throat when you did so. Every time since, you’d been more than eager to show him what you’ve learned, and this time was no exception. The only reason you were going so slow, is because you wanted to tease him, to tease him as much as he’s been teasing you…
“Yes, where is she?” Doran asks, strolling over to his brother as he softly sighs your name.
Gods, Doran has the best timing. This is when you decide to kick it up a notch. In one quick movement, you swallow him, pushing him past your well-trained gag reflex and into your throat. Your widened lips and wet tongue envelope him, swirling around his shaft and sucking on him like he’s a frozen treat. The taste and smell of the prince is always enthralling, exciting you to no end as he throbs inside your mouth. Going down on him was an act so pleasurable it should be considered ungodly, wrapping you in sin as you please him endlessly.
“Oh, well,” Oberyn begins, leaning forward a bit. When he does so, you gag a bit, forcing him to clear his throat to cover the noise.
“She’s busy.” He explains, hoping his brother will accept this and walk away.
The only reason he cares now, is because there were children around. If you had been in private, there’s no way Oberyn would care if Doran saw you suck his cock; he’d seen you do it before, anyways.
One hand fists his lengths, moving along him in unison with your mouth and stuff your throat full of him. Your other hand travels down, fondling his balls and rolling them in your palm. The tip of your tongue flicks along the underside of his shaft, rubbing against his frenulum and overdosing him in ecstasy. He clears his throat again, his erection absolutely aching as it continues to throb in your mouth, his tip pulsing and leaking with need. The small swallowing sounds you make are extremely erotic as they hit the prince’s ears, the faint noise stirring something feral in his chest.
“Well, she should be here.” Doran retorts. You can practically hear his scowl.
“She is,” Oberyn responds, his impulse getting the better of him.
“What? Where?”
“Doran,” Oberyn says, his breaths becoming hurried. “Please, enjoy the festival. My love will be here when you return, I assure you.”
Gods, you love this; the excitement of it all coursing through your veins as you stuff his cock in your mouth, bobbing up and down on him with an eagerness you reserve solely for the prince of Dorne.
Assuming Doran has now left, you hear a small thud above you, and then a softer one after it. Oberyn must have picked out a book, placing it in front of him in order to look busy so he’s no longer approached. You can just picture it, the prince’s furrowed brow as he stares at the pages, his eyes running along the lines but thinking entirely of something else. He’s probably biting the corners of his lips, trying to keep them closed as you move your mouth over his length, eagerly sucking and slurping along the sloppy mess you’re currently making.
You swallow around him, over and over again, enveloping his beautifully stiff erection in the warmness of your throat and mouth, fervently sucking him back inside every time you move up only to return back down. Your small moans reverberate through him, causing his overstimulated body to jerk its hips against your face, quick to end your activities only moments after you’ve started.
It’s utterly ridiculous how you can tear him to pieces while moving so gracefully upon him, taking what you need and giving him his release with only a few moments’ work. The confidence you receive from giving the prince of Dorne orgasm after orgasm is ludicrous, but you can’t help it; you feel so powerful like this, the taste of being the one in charge is entirely spellbinding until he tears it back away from you, returning it to its rightful owner. But right now, you’re its owner, you’re the one calling the shots, and right now, you’ve called them right down the back of your throat.
The shots of cum splattering your tongue are hot as they erupt, coating every surface they can reach in their sticky substance before sliding down your throat. Your tongue rolls graciously over his cock, swirling it around and around before leaning back to suck harshly on his tip. This movement alone causes his legs to tremble, forcing him to quicken the rate of his ejaculation as his tip begins gushing into your mouth.
You have half a mind to continue your sloppiness, spread his spend over your chest and neck, coating your lips in it only to have him lick it off. But perhaps that’s for another time, in a more not-so-family-friendly place. So, with that in mind, you swallow, cleaning him thoroughly before wiping your lips and crawling out from beneath your booth. Before standing, you squat, wiping the dust and dirt from your knees and eventually sitting back in your chair.
“Hm…” you sigh out, fluttering your eyes at him. “Found it.”
“Found what?” he asks, a bit breathless as he leans over, kissing your neck.
“Whatever I dropped.” You giggle, holding him against you as his tongue peaks out across your skin.
“Now?” you ask.
“Soon,” he responds, “Only an hour more, and then I will show you my beautiful home.” he explains, taking your hand in his and kissing along the top.
“Oberyn,” you continue, intent on arguing but are almost immediately cut off.
“M’atchomaroon, tih erinak.”
You look up, both the language and tone intriguing you. Oberyn looks to the voice as well, finding a man approaching you both. He nods to you, and then to the prince.
“Anha hash traveled hezhah to meet yeri.”
“Do you know this language?” Oberyn asks, unaware of it himself.
“I do,” you reply, moving to stand as a fascinated smile forms on your face.
“M’atchomaroon.” You return, greeting the Dothraki man with respect.
Dothraki was a language you didn’t often hear, as the Dothraki considered themselves separate from the Seven Kingdoms. Regardless, you have great respect for them and an abundance of knowledge on their culture.
He says he has traveled far to meet you and has great admiration for your knowledge of his culture. He introduces himself as Davro, the origins of his name surrounding the meaning of being good, or useful. Davro had been part of a Dothraki hoard until he was separated from his kin; due to the surrounding terrain, he became lost as he hunted, something that was quite rare for a Dothraki warrior. Many years later, he found himself in King’s Landing, assimilating to the culture and doing his best to quietly blend in.
“Anha am sekke glad yeri hash made anna to Dorne. Yeri will be sandi gwe.” You express to him how grateful you are for him to have made it to Dorne, for it is a land he will be safe in.
Oberyn sits quietly as you converse, watching you speak to the dark-haired man with eager lips and a fluent tongue. His admiration for you is truly beyond words, utterly enthralled in the being before him. He can never decide which is more beautiful, your appearance or your mind.
“My love,” Oberyn says, requesting your attention once Davro has left.
You look over to your left, addressing your prince with a lazy smile. While you had graciously rejected the king’s offer of food or beverage, you indulged carelessly in the Dornish whine given to you by your servants.
“You fascinate me.”
“Hm… I know.” You hum, now giddy in your buzzing state. “I love it.”
“I love you.” he says, his loving eyes staring right into yours.
Your giggles subside, a look of awe washing over your face at the expression he’s just made. It’s completely unexpected and a bit random, to be honest. Your heart drops in your stomach as you blink a few times, taking in what Oberyn has said.
“You do?” you ask, your voice innocently quiet.
“I do.” He responds, his handsome face adorning that beautiful smile.
He then stands, holding his out to you. Once you take it, he pulls you up from your seat and into his arms, smiling down at your puppy dog eyes.
“I love you, Oberyn.” You finally say, only now catching up to the moment.
His warm, gentle hand cups your face as it lolls to the side below him, sighing out as he begins to get lost in your gaze. Instead of kissing you, though, he takes your hand in his and leads you out toward the street. Once in front of your booth, he turns, placing his hands on your shoulders and positioning you in front of him as he turns you, too.
“What do you see?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your ear.
“Hm…” you giggle, his facial hair tickling your skin. “My work.”
“Yes,” he affirms, “Your beautiful work… masterpieces you’ve created from paint and lead, novels you have written, diplomas you have earned… I see a collection that represents you.”
Your head turns slightly so you’re able to look back at him, a teasing smirk on your face as you speak. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes,” the prince repeats, “And with each piece together it shows me one thing.”
You then turn fully, your head tilting up to meet those boyish, dark brown eyes. Your hands slide up along his chest, earning a small rumble from beneath his skin. His own hands begin to travel, one resting on your shoulder with the other on your hip.
“They show me the princess of Dorne.”
“I’m no princess.” You roll your eyes, brushing off his leading statement.
“Do you want to be?” he asks, the hand on your shoulder rushing to your chin and urging you to look at him.
People of every religion and house pass by you as you continue to converse in front of your booth. Dancers moving rhythmically in brightly colored attire and live bands playing boisterous music fill the background, the sun shining hot on the multitude of activities being performed at the marketplace. Though the market is filled with people, you’ve seen much busier places. Dorne is the least populated of the Seven Kingdoms, a fact you find yourself admiring. Occasionally, soldiers march down the sides of the street, monitoring the activities and even taking part in some themselves. There are children running amok, holding dazzling sparklers in their hands and oftentimes tiny treats, too. The men are handsome, the women are beautiful, and each one of them seemingly kinder than the last. As far as the land, you’d never been to a more tropically pleasant place, and as far as the food, let’s just say you’ve never been fuller. Is Dorne a place you could see yourself calling home?
How could it not be?
“Yes.” you respond, a shy smile curling on your lips.
Oberyn’s cheek redden at your response, his beautiful straight teeth peaking out from his curled lips.
“Good,” he says, “Because I want you to stay.”
You nod your head, quietly promising, “I will.”
Oberyn tilts his head as he smiles down at you, sighing out while pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I asked to have you, and now I do… but now that I have you, I want to keep you.”
His curved nose brushes against yours as he whispers, “Let me keep you… all to myself.”
Your prince’s gentle hands grab your face, finally delivering to you the kiss you’ve been waiting for. His mouth is soothing as it rolls against yours, molding himself to you as you desperately try to do the same to him. He tastes of sweet berries and wine, his flavor splashing across your tongue once it dips inside.
Your heart pounds in your chest at his affectionate expressions, his overt love for you and the plans he’s putting in place to make your stay here permanent. As these realizations come into your mind, you begin to feel hurried, a sudden rush of excitement flowing through you. You pepper his lips and face with yours before pulling away, abruptly breaking the kiss. He stares down at you with a questioning look as you smile giddily beneath him, hopping up and down a bit as you grab his hands.
“Will you show me?” you ask, “Show me my new home, let me explore!”
Finally, finally, he gives in, following you as you run off down the stone path. There are so many carts and booths that you honestly don’t even know where to start. There are shop owners selling baked goods, hand crafted jewelry and fabric, hand-painted pictures and maps, beverages both hot and cold and of so many tastes, with each of them already calling out to you by name. it’s not until you spot something out of the corner of your eye that you stop, a strange movement off to the side. Your feet skid to a stop, your eyes eager to find that curious little space again.
“What’s wrong?” Oberyn asks, finally catching up to you.
You press a finger to your lips, tiptoeing over toward the edge of a booth selling baked goods. He follows you, his own curious mind getting the better of him, too. You see it faintly, and can hear it, too; fabric rustling and soft scraping…
“No fucking way!” you shriek, an entirely over-excited smirk slapping across your face.
There, pressed up against the back alley by your knight in shining armor, is one of your handmaidens, or more specifically… Amabel. Ambrose’s armor is pressed up against her half-opened blouse, one of her thin legs throw up and around his waist as he fondles her. But as soon as your presence is known, their faces run hot, immediately pushing away from each other and working to fix their adornments.
“My Lady,” Amabel gasps, tying up her strings, “My prince.”
“Seven Hells,” Ambrose murmurs angrily, facing away from you as he fixes his hair.
“No, no, no!” you express, holding out your hands. “Don’t stop! We’ll go mind our business,”
You turn toward your lover who is beaming brightly behind you, enjoying the view almost as much as you. You press your hands against him and gently push, urging him back toward the street as you do your best to suppress your giggles.
“Carry on!” you sing, moving to walk away.
But, to your surprise, Ambrose calls your name. “Wait,”
You turn toward your adopted sibling, looking to him and your now fully dressed handmaiden. Oberyn presses himself to your backside, his curled lips sliding along your neck as he leans down, wrapping his arms around your waist. He’s so easy.
“We can explain.” Ambrose begins, his chest still heaving with anxiety. “She, she was the one, that woman I told you about. At the celebration, remember?”
“Oh my gosh! No way!”
Your reaction is dramatic, of course, but you can’t help it! maybe if you hadn’t been so tipsy that night, you would have remembered her face. Huh, for a girl who seems so shy in your presence, she sure can turn an alleyway into a whorehouse, but then again, can’t we all.
“Amabel, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you! I saw you pull him onto the floor that night.” You explain, your tone laced in a suggestive nature. “I can’t help myself around Dornish wine.”
Oberyn’s hips roll against yours as he continues kissing your neck, sighing slightly against you. You hum at the feeling, turning your head slightly as you gaze at your lover.
“Or Dornish men.”
Before you can continue teasing, the four of you are distracted by a shrill noise emanating from the streets behind you. Each of you turns, your ears honing in on what the sound was and where exactly it came from. Even Oberyn seems surprised, not releasing you of his grasp but just of his mouth as he looks back at the open marketplace behind him. The gentle unsheathing of Ambrose’s sword rings lightly into the air, your heart quickening at the sharp sound as you know it means he’s now on guard.
It was a scream, quickly followed by others before they rapidly multiply. Dornishmen begin darting through the streets, men and women alike crying out in fear. Of what, you’re not exactly sure…
“Get back here,” Ambrose orders, placing a firm grasp on your outer bicep and dragging both you and Oberyn behind him.
Ambrose steps forward, guarding the three of you and crowding you further back into the alleyway and away from the commotion. Without even thinking, you grab Amabel’s hand, squeezing it tightly in yours as your nerves begin to grow.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I’m so sorry, my Lady.”
“Shut up.” you spit, your eyes set on the crowd just feet away. “I don’t care if you were getting it on with my brother, at least someone is.”
You then turn, locking eyes with her and shrugging, “And good for you.”
“You have to get back,” Ambrose says, his voice hushed but hurried. “All three of you. we aren’t far from your booth, from there, it’s only a few paces from the carriage.”
“What’s going on?” Amabel whispers to him, still holding tightly to your hand.
“I don’t know, but we have to hurry.”
“He’s right,” Oberyn agrees, “We need to go. I’m unarmed, I can’t help with a mob of this side without a weapon.”
While Oberyn carries his dagger with him at all times, ultimately, he’s right. He can’t fight off this many people with only that. Though Ambrose is only one man, he does have a sword, making him your best bet at protection right now.
Prince Oberyn begins leading the three of you down the back alleys of the marketplace, doing his best to dodge the main event, whatever that currently is. Ambrose brings up the rear, making sure no one is following. People continue to scream, sounding both pained and terrified as throngs of angry men shout out. The clash of swords and thump of hits ring out through the air as the fighting ensues, only encouraging the swiftness of your feet. Mere moments ago, you were enjoying the beautiful day alongside your lover, and now, women and children are crying out in the streets. What could possibly be going on?
And then you hear it, the chants ringing out in the baritone voices of pissed off civilians. Only these civilians, aren’t Dornish, they’re from the capital. They’ve traveled here not for the festivities, but for the king. Though his rein has only just begun, King Tommen has been enforcing a belief system that not all agree with, and which, apparently, infuriates them greatly.
“They’re here for Tommen.” You whisper, “Oberyn!”
He turns toward you, stopping your small group in its tracks. Your eyes are laced with concern and dripping in fear, the quivering of your lower lip noticeable as you speak.
“They’re here for us.”
“What? No, they’re not. Why would they be?” he retorts, his gorgeous face contorting in confusion.
“They’re angry about Tommen’s laws, about his influence on the Faith of the Seven. That’s why they’ve travelled here.”
He continues staring at you, not fully piecing it together.
“Oberyn, we believe in the Faith of the Seven. If they’re here for Tommen, they have to be here for us, too.”
His big, brown eyes grow wide, a look of fear filling them entirely in a way you’ve never before seen. He looks past you and back at Ambrose who’s already paying attention. But before they begin to speak, noise floods the air.
The back alley is suddenly bombarded by the enraged crowd, instantly running toward the four of you. Ambrose does his best to fight them off, but once again, he’s only one man. He’s ripped from your sight, disappearing into the terrifying sea of beings. Amabel is next, screaming and crying as she’s torn from your hands by four foreign men. Oberyn holds you against him, his grip bruising as he reaches for his dagger.
“No! Ambrose!” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Dornish guards begin making their way through the mob, only to be picked off one by one. The prince does his best to usher you along, trying to squeeze you through the crowd and further toward the safety of your carriage; however, any hope that you’ll get home without harm is lost when he feels you yanked from his embrace.
“Oberyn!” you cry out, desperately reaching for him while kicking your attackers.
He shouts for you, his eyes turning angry as he begins fighting his way through the crowd. His dagger may be laced with poison, but he’ll need something faster-acting if he’s to get to you in time. He continues pushing and shoving his way through, blood spraying out across his royal robes as slashes anyone daring to cross his path.
You’re gasping for air, surrounded by menacing men as they drag you further and further away from your prince. They bruise and cut your body with blows from their fists and various weapons as you’re pulled away, the dazzling yellow hue from prince Oberyn’s robes slowly fading as the crowd consumes you.
Detailed Chapter Summary
You and your beloved discuss the concept of having children while on your way to the Dornish festival. There, you are adored by the prince’s people, and he couldn’t be more proud.
After so long, you are called over to a lavish tent, your presence requested by the current king of the Seven Kingdoms - King Tommen. He’s charming and kind, inviting both you and Oberyn to his wedding ceremony.
While you take quite a liking to the young king, it’s clear to see Dorne’s distaste for him and his family. A riot ensues due to the king’s arrival, the violent crowd pulling you away from Oberyn.
Chapter Seven: Let Me Hear You
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Knight of the Forest - Chapter IV
“Absolutely not!” Lillia objected. “I will not be wearing a cinch or a corset of any kind!”
“But my lady,” the poor maid tried pleading with the 16-year-old girl who had not work a cinch or corset in her life. “King Joffrey has announced his new betrothal and his marriage coming up in a few months and people from all over Westeros will be attending the wedding. You know your parents would want you to look your best.”
Lillia’s shoulders slumped in sadness and the cherry color of her cheeks faded. “Father has been dead for almost five years Mary…and Mother… let’s just say she never held love for me… and I doubt she held love for Robin. She just fawned over him because he was a son… let’s just say she was disappointed that her son was girly, and her daughter was like a boy.”
Mary nodded sadly, knowing full well that it had only been a few weeks since Lillia had received word of her mother’s act of suicide and while it had inflicted pain and misery in the young girl, the pain was not as much as some would deem since the only motherly love Lillia ever felt in her life was from Mayaka Tyrell.
“My lady… it will be a good 5 months before the wedding. The houses of Marbrand, Rowan, Stokeworth, Martell, Redwyne and the Prince of the Red Flower Vale will be attending the wedding. If you do not wish to wear anything appropriate for the time being, please consider it for the wedding.” Mary pleaded. “Not for me but for yourself. If Cersei Lannister does not like what you are wearing, your stay here could be painful.”
“The only reason I haven’t been assaulted, attacked, thrown out or poisoned is because Tommen is my friend and Ser Jaime has taken on responsibilities of my guardian now that my parents are dead,” Lillia pointed out as she finally selected a simple cream dress with a silver ribbon around the waist with long sleeves and a white underdress to hide her lower arms and her ankles. “Did you hear anything about who Joffrey will be wed to?”
Mary shook her head, “I thought he was to be married to Lady Sansa Stark.”
Lillia shrugged, “That was how it was for a while, but Sansa wouldn’t be sitting in the garden grinning from ear to ear if that was the truth. I have a feeling Joffrey’s lustful, evil eye has landed upon another poor soul and he has discarded Sansa. Personally, I am glad because he would have destroyed what little life is left in Sansa… but now I feel bad for whoever will be occupying the other side of his bed.”
Mary giggled slightly as she helped Lillia slip into her dress and then proceeded to gather a few strands of Lillia’s long golden curls and pull them back to the back of her head. Lillia, despite the fact that she was still the type to climb trees and joust with Ser Jaime and Tommen, had decided to not cut her hair and now the long golden curls fell to her round backside and not only drew the attention of many of the men in the castle but also the annoyance of Cersei Lannister who already hated the fact that Sansa was a lovely girl in her own home and now with a second lovely girl (not to mention that previously Evelyn Stark walked the halls of Kings Landing).
“Well,” Lillia chirped, taking up the valerian necklace that Jaime had procured for her, she placed it around her neck so that it rested against her slightly tanned, freckled skin and decided to lose any other jewelry, “I am going on a walk and hopefully Sansa will be able to tell me who the lucky bastard is.”
When Lillia finally located Sansa, who had departed from the gardens and had climbed to stand upon the battlements, the girl was looking down upon the cavalry that was arriving but sadly, due to Sansa’s slightly taller height and Lillia’s lack thereof, Lillia was unable to tell whose calvary it was.
“So… I heard about Joffrey’s marriage,” Lillia said as she tried to stand on her tiptoes to see over the battlements but failed miserably. “But by the smile on your face and the color returning to your cheeks, I am guessing it is not to you.”
Sansa turned and beamed at the girl. She had not gotten to know Lillia incredibly well like Evelyn had when they visited Highgarden but in the past months that the two have been in Kings Landing, the two had found each other’s silent company very enjoyable.
“Renly Baratheon has died, and his wife is left a widow. They aided Joffrey in the War of Blackwater and as thanks for their involvement, Joffrey agreed to marry her,” Sansa replied, her shoulders relaxing in relief.
“And who are the poor souls?” Lillia inquired, grabbing at the battlement railing in the hopes of heaving herself high enough to make out a flag.
Sansa chuckled at the petite girl’s struggles. “Margaery Tyrell.”
Lillia had just succeeded in lifting herself almost all the way onto the top of the battlement when she dropped down, almost twisting her ankle but luckily saved herself before staring at Sansa with a gaping mouth, “Say that again?”
“Margaery Tyrell,” Sansa replied, confused. “She is the one to wed Joffrey. Why?”
When Sansa saw Lillia’s face go slightly pale and then a bright crimson, hope and excitement in her eyes, she caught on slightly, “Lillia? Do you know them?”
Lillia grinned widely and grabbed Sansa’s hands, “I grew up with them at Highgarden! I cannot believe it! I haven’t seen Margaery in years! And Willas and Garlan and….Loras…”
“I do not believe Willas and Garlan are here,” Sansa replied. “It was just Mace Tyrell, Margaery and Loras. Loras helped in the fight and when Joffrey asked him what he desired in payment, Loras requested Margaery wed Joffrey. I owe them everything! If they had not suggested it to Joffrey, I would be the one wedding him!”
Lillia’s face paled, “So…. Loras…. Is here…”
Sansa nodded before frowning, “Lillia… are you alright?”
The girl hastily reached down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt before heading off, “I’ll tell you later!”
Sansa had a hard time keeping up with the fast footed girl as they rushed to the Great Hall. When she finally caught up with Lillia, the girl was peeking around one of the large pillars, looking at the crowd of Tyrell men who were feasting and drinking after their long journey.
“Why are you hiding?” the red head inquired.
“I want to see Margaery but not Loras…. Let’s just say we parted on not so good terms a few years back.”
Sansa smiled in understanding before pointing out the youngest Tyrell girl, “There she is, with Joffrey.”
Lillia spied the girl and quickly made her way through the crowd, leaving Sansa to remain hidden behind the pillar, the red head not wanting to encounter the king.
When Lillia came upon Joffrey and Margaery, she had to stare in wonder at Margaery. There was a time with the girl had been the same height as Margaery who had a few years on her but now, Margaery was a good few inches taller with slightly shorter auburn hair than Lillia but had grown with matured features and a beautiful face and elegant posture.
“Margie?” Lillia said softly, not wanting to interrupt since Joffrey was boasting loudly to the girl who pretended to be listening.
Margaery turned her head and immediately her eyes widened in joy at the sight of the girl before she rushed over to her, drawing Lillia into a tight hug.
“LILS! I cannot believe it! It is you!” She cried, pulling away to get a good look at the girl. “I never forgave father for sending you and Maya away. Oh, it is so good to see you! You have grown up! And Maya, have you seen her? Do you know where she is?”
Lillia giggled at Margaery’s many questions, “I’m so happy to see you too! Out of the two of us you definitely grew up right. And yes, I have spoken with Maya. I have not been able to see her personally, but she promised she would visit soon and with you here and your marriage to King Joffrey, I am sure you will see her.”
As the two girls chatted like two hens, a pair of blue eyes watched them from afar. Loras had been drinking and laughing with some of the men when he had spied his sister having a joyful heart attack and almost run over a petite, blond haired girl before the two had entered that state of girl chatter that Loras often deemed dangerous and scary.
However, he found his eyes drawn to the girl. She was a petite thing and standing next to Margaery who was almost the same height as Loras, the girl only reached Margaery’s shoulder. Her long golden hair was curly and fell to her hips that swayed just right. Loras was never interested in girls and had found himself drawn to men but this girl… made him forget all of that in an instant.
From what he could see from his side view of her face was that she was rosy with a little more plumpness than Margaery who was perfectly slender and elegant. The blond girl wore a simple cream dress that accented her curvy hips and perfectly rounded chest and the paleness of the dress brought out the rose of her cheeks and the freckles upon her skin that was slightly darker than Margaery’s pale complexion.
Loras found himself striding over to the two and greeting his sister, only for the strange girl to freeze before slowly turning around, green eyes wide and Loras didn’t have to ask to know exactly who the girl was.
“Loras…” The girl whispered, almost shocked with her green eyes reflecting a feeling Loras couldn’t distinguish.
“Lillia!”
(The past couple of chapters have been set roughly in season 1-3. However, for the rest of Part 1, it will be set in season 4:))
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Lillia’s eyes widened as round as the giant water lilacs that grew in the garden of Kings Landing when her eyes locked with the all too familiar and yet unfamiliar Loras Tyrell. It had been a good couple of years since she saw him and the last time she did, they had been nothing but children but now… the Loras standing before her was a man… a grown man with curly dirty blond locks that fell almost to his shoulders, thin quirked lips, straight nose, stormy grey eyes framed by dark, thick lashes and the just slightly cleft chin.
He wore a simple dark grey doublet over a dark green shirt, the high collar of the doublet accenting his sharp cheekbones. His eyes were trained on her and Lillia fought the deep urge to fidget with her blond curls so instead she gripped a pinch of her skirt in her hands discreetly and began to knead it between her thumb and pointer finger to keep from blushing or practically breaking down in tears.
“Loras…” the girl managed to choke out, not surprised at how soft and almost shy her voice sounded.
Lillia saw Loras’s deep, calculating orbs scan her up and down before observing each corner of her face as if trying to memorize every detail though she wondered why it took him so long since due to her “couple of goats too thick” figure according to Cersei Lannister, her face and figure did not require that much attention since she lacked the sharp features someone like Cersei would possess.
“It…” Loras said, smile still evident on his face and his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “its really great to see you again.”
Lillia beamed at him and Loras felt his heart flutter at the rosy way her cheeks flushed as she smiled.
“You too,” she said, voice still gentle but with a slight bubbly excitement edge.
Margaery smirked knowingly at her brother and best friend before speaking, “I was just telling Lillia that I hope we see Maya while we are here.”
Loras tore his eyes from the blond, “Oh, I almost forgot! You haven’t seen Maya since you’ve been here?” he immediately asked of Lillia, turning his attention back to her.
Lillia shook her head, gold curls bouncing, “No. I have not seen her since I left Highgarden.”
This wasn’t a lie since she had only been communicating with Maya via the pinnacle which was just their spirits talking, not actually seeing each other face to face and she was not about to reveal to Loras who, she knew for a fact was protective of his sisters and an avid swordsman, that his big sister was living in a brothel and Lillia could talk to her because of her strange ability to control earth and plants. It was crazy enough explaining it to Evelyn, Maya and Nanteza without showing them. She couldn’t even tell Jaime because she would then have to tell him everything including the fact that his wife was alive, in the wild and some dragon mother with fire powers.
“There you are Lills,” a familiar voice said and Lillia sighed at having been rescued before her heart exploded.
“Ser Jaime!” Lillia chirped joyfully, turning her eyes from Loras and over to Jaime who had a wickedly smug look on his face.
“Ser Jaime,” Margaery greeted, “lovely to make your acquaintance.”
Jaime bowed to the Tyrell, “My Lady. Ser Loras.” he greeted.
Loras bit back a growl when he saw Lillia inch closer to Jaime as if seeking out protection.
“You are wed to Evelyn stark is that correct?” Margaery inquired.
Jaime nodded, “That is so. I have not seen her in almost two years.”
Margaery gave him a sad smile, “I am sure Evelyn is well. I remember meeting her at my sister’s name day and if Eve is anything like she was then, she is safe and well.”
Jaime smiled gratefully at the kind and encouraging words from his soon to be in-law but Loras ground his teeth. He watched as Jaime lent down and whispered to Lillia just loud enough for the Tyrells to hear.
“Tommen wanted to know if you would dance with him tonight.”
Lillia chuckled and snorted in the process, making Margaery giggle and Loras and Jaime smile at her unladylike action.
“It seems I am doomed to be Tommen’s dance partner until he learns the steps. Fear not though, I coated my shoes with iron.”
Jaime chuckled and planted a fond kiss in the girl’s blond hair. Anyone could see that the love between the two was like father and daughter but to Loras, it was not like that but much more extreme.
“It must be difficult,” Loras said to Jaime, trying to keep his voice calm, “To have lived two years without the comforts of a wife.”
Jaime saw the way Loras’s eyes practically burned green with jealousy as they drifted back to Lilli and he caught on to the root of the boy’s comment. Pretending he hadn’t heard, Jaime spoke back.
“I heard that you remained in your sister’s cap while she was married to Stannis. I suppose you and your brother in law were close?”
Lillia’s jaw dropped, having heard the rumors that Stannis Baratheon’s wife had been left a virgin due to the king’s lust for a certain knight but she hadn’t realized it was…. Oh gosh, that explained many things!
Margaery pretended to be vastly intrigued by her wine and Loras’s jaw tensed as he and Jaime stared each other down. When Lillia touched Jaime’s arm to snap him out of it, Loras’s eyes turned to the girl and was shocked to find the light and color in her face gone, replaced by misery and pain.
“Will you excuse us?” Jaime asked, sensing Lillia’s desire to depart and when Loras made to speak to Lillia, a single scowl from Jaime shut him up.
Once Jaime had escorted Lillia to one side of the hall and fetched her a glass of water, Lillia collected herself.
“Why did you say those things to him?” She asked Jaime, “He has done nothing to you and yet you treated him like he was your childhood bully.”
Jaime sighed, “You love him Lills. I can see it as plainly as you have a nose upon your face. But he doesn’t see it because he is a foot, an idiot and most definitely interested in men. I will not have him treat you all friendly and sweet and lead you to believe he is in love with you, only for him to break your heart. You are too good to have to experience a broken heart.”
“I know!” Lillia snapped before her voice became soft, “I know he doesn’t love me and never will. That was made clear to me long ago.”
Jaime let out a breath before gathering the girl into a hug, well aware that Loras was glaring at him from across the room. If only the young fool knew that five months prior, Jaime had named Lillia his ward. Mostly to keep Cersei from forcing the girl into an evil marriage since if a girl is claimed as a ward, whoever her guardian is cannot lay sexual hands on her and is the only who can determine the ward’s husband.
“Lillia Arryn?” a girl’s voice squealed.
Lillia pulled away from Jaime and almost fainted when she recognized the tanned skin, big dark eyes, plump smooth lips, petite slender figure and brown hair immediately.
“Nanteza!?”
The Dornish girl rushed into Lillia’s arms and began to ramble as a smiling Jaime left to give the two some privacy.
“I cannot believe I’m seeing you right now!” Nanteza squealed. “When uncle Oberyn told me we were coming to Kings Landing, I never thought I would actually get to see you!”
Lillia beamed, “You are definitely a sight for sore eyes!” the blond exclaimed. “Where is your uncle?”
Nanteza smirked mischievously, “He dropped by the brothel right when we landed, and you’ll never believe who he met!”
Lillia frowned before she realized the truth and her eyes rounded, “Maya!?”
Nanteza nodded, “OF course the dim wit didn’t recognize her, but I went with the guards to bring his trunks to the brothel and I saw her! She wears a mask and surprisingly modest brothel clothes. She keeps her hair covered but there is no mistaking those eyes.”
“Oh this is just getting better,” Lillia squealed before her face went serious, “But Nan… you do realize that this is the opportunity we have been hoping for. We need to get Maya out of that brothel as soon as we can and make up a reliable story to hide the truth about you know what.”
Nanteza nodded. This was going to be interesting.
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Do you watch the episodes when they air? usually not being a brit who doesnt have hbo i watch like a day or two later when it airs on sky Atlantic or on now tv the first three i watched on dvd from a friend who had the boxset it was when we were sharing a house walked in the logue one Morning and she watching it and its that bit where the mountain cuts off the horses head and im like what the hell are you watching ?? i just woke up i wasnt expecting violence this early in the morning ? and then sat down and watched it with her and im like and watched the whole rest of season one and im like what the hell is this show ?? ....is there more ?? btw my brother said he got half way through season one and said it was boring im like season ones the best ?? and hes like oh i dont enjoy historical drama im not interested in medieval history and im like face palm he thinks this is historical and he also doesnt like history wtf i mean how am i related to this fool but yeah thats tangent and i told him get to ep nine so he could see ned stark beheading he said maybe but if i agreed to watch stranger things with him lol :/
How often do you rewatch it? Do you rewatch it from season one? ive re watched all the way it through a few times but usually would only watch my fav episodes ive seen the red wedding so many times though because wed always watch it with some friend whos just getting into and hasnt seen that one yet so we can see their reaction
Do you rewatch the previous episode before the next one airs? Not usually on each occasion but my aunt and uncle always do so when i watch with them i do
Do you eat anything while watching? if so, what do you eat? not usually a proper meal but i might have snack like crisps or popcorn unless its a glory scene
One character that everyone seems to like that you don’t care much for hmm cersei ?? and i didnt lime petyr baelish much but he seemed popular at least among my friends but i do agree he shouldnt had a better death scene they took all the cleverness out of him and though i hadnt liked him it was a shame in a way like the couldnt find way him to go down in a clever interesyting way so they had to dumb him right down book pb wouldnt get caught like that people like show euron apparently me hmm not show much to put it nicely also ave mixed feelings about stannis book book and show wise and i like jon but hes not the ultimate hyped favourite like he is with a lot of people and perfer theon to him tbh
Your 3 favourite pairings Throbb theonsa jon ygritte jaime brienne thats four but theres two theons so
Favourite scene: robb getting crowded any scene where theon smiles theons monologue theon and sansa hug jon and sansa arya sansa hug jon and ygritte kissing on the wall jaime jumping to save brienne theons speeches both tyrions speeches both but the one in season one was really funny tyrion dragging the chair across the room when everyone is is science idk that cracked me up bronn duelling for tyrion the one where Catelyn announces to everyone that (she thinks) tyrion tried to kill bran cause that was the first ep id seen thats the bit that got me hooked theon getting back up and fighting that ironborn guy pdrick saving tyrion and i still maintain that viserys had the best death also not to be a basic bitch but that first time dany does her fire thing in season one i was #stunned
One character you wish got more appreciation: theon duh #nomoredickjokes2018 but also meera and jojen too i suppose and shireen and sansa and they could've (shouldve) done more with myrcella and tommen and brienne too was underused and gendry also idk if if i like the way the tried to iron the grey parts out of tyrion and jon and bran i wish they done brans story better and wed have got that tree scene with theon also as a disabled gal certain comments some people make about uselessness of bran sometimes make me uncomfy tbh
Fanfic or nah? i usually only read theon based ones and thats usually just theon robb theon sansa or sometimes theon jeyne p cause i cant do bolton heavy stuff im a whimp but i read the occasion jon / ygritte or jaime / brienne and once i tried theon jon but i wasnt sold soz :/ i read theon ygritte once as well that actualy worked surprising well and theon domeric .. aha thats mine and @blueagia s baby
but i guess id be open to others maybe
Favourite quote: from just the show ? meeras some people will always need help that doesnt mean theyre not worth helping also tyrions death is so final but life is full of possibilities and mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow also sansas not a killer .. not yet anyway sansa - or maybe hell give me yours theons sy he is is theon greyjoy again also i like that quote about theons smile but obvi thats not in the show bronns this is bronn son of .. you wouldnt know him just because it was funny
Do you avoid spoilers? : i do because im a blabber if i know id tell everyone omg this happens and that - i dont do on purpose really not with the intention of spoiling it for people i just blurt it out like i ruined he Rains of Castamere for someone once by saying oh is this one where robb dies ? and i didnt realise she hadnt seen it yet and shes like robb dies :( :( and im like oh umm i meant ... rob - ert baratheon obviously ! haha whoops and i told someone else about jofferys death because shed said she seen it all but she said later i wish joffrey would die and i was lil tipsey then so im like .. but he does die ? youve seen it right? in season 4 ? hes poisoned ? at his wedding ? to Margaery?? and shes like ....thanks beth ..... turns outs shed only seen season 1-3 whoops again but hey i was drunk that time so i now avoid spoilers to avoid spoiling people and when i read the books my then housemates told me not to tell them what was different in case they wanted to read the books later on and didnt want me to spill and i did try to keep to it but i blabbed a few things tbh
Favourite house words: We do not sow greyjoys ftw
One character you’d bring back from the dead: ygritte shireen robb maybe catelyn and hoder !!
One character you’d kill, or kill sooner than they were killed balon greyjoy also ramsay but i wouldve done it differently and theon shouldve been there or at least known about it also randyll tarly like fuck that guy ive seen people defending him and im like no offense but you are serious me and a friend had a bet on the boltons i bet against roose dying and he bet against ramsay dying we both lost lmao
Direwolves or dragons? Dragons
Which was more satisfying: Ramsay dying or Joffrey dying? hmm i actually joffrey probably because it was more unexpected i didnt see it coming i didnt think hed die -i wanted ramsay to die and i wanted to like ramsay dying and wished i had liked it more but it wasnt done the way i wanted it and it seemed so obvious like it wasnt a shock like joffrey dying was i think in a way they over did ramster and just ran out f things fro him to do that he hadnt already like i was like hmm sewating nevously what can we do now ...err kill your dad! kill a baby! kill a stark kill .. jon snow ...?? aye fuck it get rid of guy ay
i liked season six better than season 7 or 5 but it made me lol in a way cause it seemed like they went ok ok you didnt like it last time when we killed all the women we heard you! we did ! weve changed things yes so how about this instead ... the woman kill everyone ! yea ? you like that ? we good now ? sweet as ! put more women killing eveyone into season 7 dave we on the money
Wildlings or the dothraki? Wildlings
Favourite lannister? Tyrion but jaimes growing on me
Favourite stark? i think sansa tbh
Would you rather be able to be resurrected anytime, but gain scars and all like Beric, or become a faceless man? Resurrect any time like Beric
Would you rather have the rebellion tv show or the conquest tv show? id pefer Rebellion but id watch a conquest show i think
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#bethans pals#personal stuff#long post#sorry i rambled on#you dont have to if youve already done this one
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game of thrones pta au
bear with me guys
okay so:
cersei is the definition of a pta mom
she is That Bitch on all the committees etc. she’s been elected pta member of the year like seven times. the one time she lost, to elia martell, the martells & targaryen’s entire families immediately had to move for unspecified reasons
most people hate her. fear her. despise her.
catelyn tully-stark wants to use her. bc her daughter sansa & cersei's kid are maybe dating? joff is weirdly popular despite the fact that he’s an ass
also cersei’s Influence might be able to get her son robb elected sbo president
sansa, the lil babe, just wants to be homecoming queen
spoiler alert: she does not get her wish
anyway so shit Immediately Starts Going Wrong
sansa & arya’s dogs attack joff
cersei gets them banned from school grounds
jamie lannister, cersei's brother & also the evil gym coach gets bran hurt during a rock climbing game
ned stark is. furious. he plans to oust cersei from her position.
sansa tells joff everything. joff & cersei get ned kicked out of pta.
catelyn & robb rally with a new campaign, slogans, posters, everything. it doesn’t work bc tywin lannister uses his connections with walder frey, the football coach, to get robb kicked off the football team and also attacked after practice. he gets his head dunked in a toilet. its bad.
anyway robb goes ‘fuck this’ and just fking. graduates a year early. goes to college. lives his life dammit.
MEANWHILE
tyrion lannister is the chess coach
all the kids love him bc he gives weirdass advice about life? like ‘if you’re gonna do drugs just make sure you never acid trip at the zoo’ and also very accurate safe sex advice??
jon snow, chess club member, has fucked off from all the drama and joined the hockey team.
he accidentally gets elected captain
no one knows how
he hates his job
let him rest
daenerys targaryen is the New Girl on the block
rumor has it she had a scary hot boyfriend from her old high school whom she immediately dumped
actually her entire presence in the school is mysterious and honestly pretty abstract. literally all just rumors.
in reality she’s currently dating her gf missandei
they’re in love
she has four cats that are supposedly the size of golden retrievers. no one is actually sure whether this is true?
she joins the chess club and fking destroys everyone
also she heads a whole bunch of service organizations & shit. she’s weirdly popular. also slowly & steadily making a move on that sbo position
arya and bran are Those Kids with the goth & scene phases. they join different cults. arya’s is all about mixed martial arts and bran does a lot of drugs
everyone is worried about them
everyone is also terrified as fuck
the school hires a new gym teacher, Brienne.
this goes exactly as well as you would expect
cersei and tyrion have a very public falling out. shit gets real. tyrion actually gets fired
theon, robb’s best friend, attempts to captain the football team but gets his face shoved into some lockers by the Bolton boy
that’s it. he’s done. he’s out.
his sister asha laughs at him for three actual years
THEN
margaery tyrell is elected homecoming queen
she’s actually nice to sansa tho so sansa hates her life a little less
also her brother loras is one of the few people out at the school
he lets sansa talk to him about her crush on margaery
& its. nice.
however sansa does get stuck on the model UN team
the teacher advisor, Baelish, should probably be facing capital punishment for his very creepy behavior, but alas, this is a public school
also he’s Cersei's stock broker
GRAMMA TYRELL HERE TO FUCK SHIT UP
while Margaery is off hooking up with like four guys at once
gramma tyrell fucking destroys joff, the lil bitch
essentially she tells him off for not having manners and then looks jaime Lannister right in the eyes and says ‘yeah I destroyed your kid the fuck are you gonna do about it”
unfortunately,
margaery gets wrecked in a dress code fiasco
the rumor gets started by someone that joff tommen & myrcella are a lil Too Blonde
(spoiler that someone is ya girl gramma T)
that rumor persists. it goes Badly. it is discovered that cersei initiated the dress code scandal. it is discovered that cersei may or may not have had an affair with a student, lancel frey.
cersei gets. fired. from. the. pta. position.
imma just let you absorb that
yeah let it sink in
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.
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unfortunately there is no one to take her place
BUT sbo elections are coming up
vote now:
daenerys
sansa
jon
he still doesn’t know how his name got on the ballot
theon
everyone laughs at this
arya
everyone does not laugh at this
(there are some very disturbing rumors about what permanent injury got the frey brothers and the bolton boy benched from the football team)
ultimately brienne takes over as PTA pres
that’s it go home goodbye
we’re done here
it can’t get better than this
anyway thank you for your time
not you, geortin rortin rortin martin
you can choke
did you know female characters can have depth
also that poc exist
fuck you
yes alright bye
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lmao denise you make laugh so much with the got blogging, i do watch it, is the only thing keeping me alive during this zrought, i dont think jon will identify himself as a targ, like his idol is ned, he loves the north so much so that doesnt really bothers me. also i sadly dont think the prophecy will be fulfilled by jaime. after she blew the sept i thought hed be done buuuuut he just let het her spit on tommen like that...
ok so i cut this into two parts in case u Do know the spoilers and in case u don’t, the half above the read more is Safe n Spoiler Free meanwhile under the readmore isn’t so !!!!!!!!!!!!! stay Safe
it’s the only thing keeping me alive too!!!! can u tell by my sporadic blogging that i’m going around peaking into different shows n movies trying 2 find smth to keep me afloat until zayn makes the world His again. rip rip rip.
i see what ur saying but also........ i’m Scared :( jus bc ned is his idol n the north is his home n Blah Blah Blah don’t mean ............ that he wouldn’t act on his targ blood .... n i’m biased as FUCK cos i don’t like dany i don’t like her politics etc etc she’s always fallen flat as a character to me and i don’t !!! want!!! him!! near!!! her!!! stay in the norf, jon
i feel like j x c’s relationship is toxic as a whole and the love he feels for her is not wholly jus romantic love i think it’s also “we’re stuck with each other” “we’re all we have left” and bits of obligation as well n nikolaj has spoken abt that himself also which i kno it doesn’t really matter at the end of the day bc he’s the actor not the visionary of the show but. he doesn’t ring as Equally evil to me as cer///sei. and if the show does fan service bc everyone loves tyrion n expects him to be the one to do it then that’s also fine but.... as someone that likes 2 see villains get what they deserve n ppl leave toxic relationships n be with ppl who make them better it would be Very Nice if jaime was the one that did it :p
OKAY SO NOW FOR MY BETTER EXPLAINED ANSWER LETS START FROM THE BOTTOM UP BC IDK HOW TO FUCKING ORGANIZE ANYTHING EVER
i get what ur saying abt how she blew up the sept and isn’t openly mourning for their son but i think that’s because she already knew this was going to happen to her and is channeling her grief into something different, read: anger + revenge. she’s fighting for what’s theirs, she’s fighting for their house, and trying very hard to keep them from following their children’s fates and i think that’s v important to note, too. jaime was taken aback by it bc he didn’t receive that prophecy, and also, while yes he was their father, he wasn’t really much of an active parent. he only really felt like one when he had that moment with myrcella before she died. that was his first actualized OMG I’m A Dad™ and ofc despite their position he didn’t have any idea that they [ at least tommen n myrcella ] would die when and how they did, in such a short succession. they’re both grieving jus in different ways, and later on cer///sei after a meeting discussing white walkers says she wants them to kill off all her enemies for her jaime ends up being disgusted bc holy shit woman did u not listen to Anything at all is that what ur brain is abt and leaves. he actually gets on his horse and leaves her in king’s landing. do u wanna kno where he goes?
north.
which...... not to make it obvious that i’m fucking pissing myself and crying but .... u kno who’s also up north? brienne.
a kind, noble, and honest woman. that makes him better. “it was always yours” wha thef uck kyle
BUT ANYW KBFDSHBFKSHJDBFKJHSDBKJFHSD OK ENOUGH W MY BIAS ON THE LAST BIT LETS MOVE ON
gorl...... jon n dany get it on ..... that only intensifies my fear bc while idk if he actually is told he’s a targ before that (the spoilers don’t say, it’s jus known that others find out before him) they have a family tradition of like. incest pretty much. n even tho rhaegar broke that.... a lot of ppl ship them together and the show prob is gonna go that direction since i doubt they’re going to introduce another love interest for jon. rip in pieces jorah and that other pretty boy whose name i always forget somehow but can remember his quotes in complete detail
and i’m also scared that he’s gonna suffer the Mixed Kid Syndrome n while the norf loves him n he’s fought for them n literally lost his life for them that him bein a targ might change things a lil..... like wrow fellas.... and again im scared abt that fan service binch and the foreshadowing like robb left n died n while i don’t think jon is going to die yet (if he does, it’ll be next season prob since it’s not this one) i think sansa does.... end up being the queen of the north. like idk. idk. i’m torn. jon , despite not being a full stark, has the stark face the attributes he’s a northerner he’s the white wolf he loves his people he’s just like them but he’s also a dragon. he’s part of the family that will most likely get the throne. u can’t jus.... like.... ignore dat. u kno?
anyway im scared and always crying thanks for tuning into this mess
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