nevaehconnington:

nevaeh isn’t one to shy away from celebrations although the invitation to celebrate the princess’s name day is more of a joyous occasion for her twins than it is from her she has spent the evening so far with her husband on her arm, as a septa tends to her children. still she finds herself alone now while he has gone to find them more wine to drink and she sees from the corner of her eye a curious transaction. the woman she spots is very clearly not of noble birth although she cleans up well enough. still she has no business speaking to her in such a manner.

in one quick stride nevaeh makes her way towards the woman and with a seething glare, she addresses her. “i’m not sure you’re in any position to lecture me on manners. i’m a lady of noble birth and you are a strange woman conducting stranger transactions during a child’s name day celebration.”

           THE CONDUCT OF THE WOMAN before her left her blood boiling. she had interacted with enough nobles with their noses stuck so high up in the air that they couldn’t see the smallfolk back on the ground that she knew how to bite her tongue. she found in this occasion , however , that she didn’t w a n t to. not when the privilege of a highborn lady was being used so flippantly. and for what ? a minor transgression ? a passive look settled on her face , however the tension in her jaw betrayed her.

            ❝ INDEED YOU ARE , my lady. and as such , i am sure your mother - - your septa - - your wetnurse -- a family dog, whoever it was that saw to the education of one so esteemed as yourself  also taught you of humility. perhaps , even , that reminding common folk like myself that your station exceeds their own is also bad manners. ❞ she did not move an inch , merely stood with fire in her eyes. ❝ in any case , if you take issue with the strange way i conduct my business , then i would recommend you bring your complaints to our hosts , as they employ me to do so.  do you KNOW who you are speaking to ? or do you assert your position and evident hostility over everyone you deem inferior as you have just done. i ask NOT out of impertinence , but of genuine fear that there are others that are treated  as i have been with LESS means of defending themselves. ❞

it feels weird having 2 write this but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,pls read myriam’s intro.

LADY MYRIAM ( princess visenya’s name day celebration )

            A FESTIVAL IS NO excuse for her to cease working. in fact , times like these are the most productive for ALL of her business ventures. men loosened their tongues & their belts around wine , and she was sure to reap the benefit of it.  it is for this reason that she does not shy away from the messenger boy that comes with a scroll in his hand , but merely ushers him away from the FRAY.  ❝ were you seen ? ❞ a small , emphatic shake of his head. she nods her approval before placing coin in his outstretched palm.  ❝ hurry home now.   ❞  she does not read the message in great length before tucking it in her bodice. away from PRYING EYES. she realizes too late that she isn’t so alone , but makes no real sign of distress. instead , she narrows her eyes. 

            ❝ surely your mother taught you that staring is poor manners. ❞

' cause TIME doesn't love you anymore but i'm still k n o c k i n g at your door

rsdnstorms:

The manner of walking, the determination in the way they were heading in the direction of the office, it made it all too clear that not everything went according to plan. When the door shut behind her, Constance turned to face the raven haired mistress of whispers. One of the very few in whole Westeros she trusted, she truly cared for, and she felt like those feelings were equal from her side. Many girls worked hard, aimed to please the mistress, but only few cared the was the fiery woman did. Held such a close connection and would give her life to keep the other out of harm’s way.  “I understand. - You know I will try my best to provide information, but fear has struck among many a guard. Either for their lords or the fear of being next. Their lips are shut surprisingly tight, but there aren’t many things a proper amount of alcohol can’t fix.” she hummed, a hint of a grin appearing and fading within seconds again at the thought. “What intel are you looking for?”

           ❝  I’VE DISCOVERED MUCH THE SAME.   ❞ there were no solid trails to follow. just accusations slung from the loftiest positions at court. it was a wild chase with no end in sight. she smiled tightly at constance’s comment , before her face settled into an unreadable expression. she was thinking. ❝ - -  we’ll do better if we STOP seeking a sole perpetrator. if this was an isolated incident - - carried out by one man , two drunkards fighting over a woman, even - - it’s less of a threat. i need to know if this was ordered by someone. i need to know if anyone knew of the murder before it happened. i don’t care who was around after.    ❞

heavycrowned:

         the last sliver of sunlight, hovering for a long moment above the horizon, finally slipped behind the skyline — overhead, the sky was fading from its clear summer cerulean to a deeper blue, the first stars winking into sight. on such nights, twilight came slow and sweet, a warm breeze off blackwater bay mingling the scent of sea salt with the fragrant night-blooming flowers crawling their way up the rock. out here, atop a crag overlooking the bay, the world below emanated an illusory peace, broken only by a sudden, heavy rush of air. 

          wings beat at the sky, thunderous as the Smith’s bellows and only rising in volume. then, with a great gust of wind, a shadow passed overhead, snuffing out the nearby torches as easily as one might blow out a candle. in the sudden dark, illuminated only by the moon and the last dying remnants of sunlight, wylla laughed wildly, as though the dragon’s wings had stirred the noise up involuntarily from her lungs. “they’re magnificent, aren’t they ?” she breathed, watching the creature dip down to skim across the surface of the water.

            SHE HAD BEEN MEANING to capture the attention of the queen for some time since ser davon’s murder , but found that her own had been captivated by the investigation that followed , as well as personal matters she had difficulty ignoring. happening upon her in a moment like THIS almost seemed u n f a i r. though sentimental she was not , and attached she tried not to be, she understood that wylla targaryen’s moments of peace were rare enough to rival her own. the veil pinned into her hair shifted with the breeze , and myriam shut her eyes , relishing, too, in the sensation of the sea air. 

        she approached cautiously , watching the BEAST before them.  ❝ they are , your  grace. ❞ rarer than anything that the sealord’s menagerie in braavos could have hoped to house. did it know, she wondered ? could the creature imagine what it was worth.  ❝ and so at HOME here . . . ❞ it was a hedged start , words that trailed off . . . implying that there was much more to what she said.  ❝ - - - it will be a great sadness for the capital to part with them.  ❞

daltonxgreyjoy:

With one glance back at his ship Dalton laughed to himself, a true ship made the decorated boats that sat in Kings Landing look like toys. “It took a murder for the Iron Born to make land here, hasn’t happened in now long?” The invitation had come of course, he’d ignored it. They could keep their city, his people belonged on the sea. But the sound of murder had reached his ship, that he couldn’t ignore. “I’ve sailed all this way, someone point me in the direction of something… better than this shit.”

         HER SOURCES HAD INFORMED her that dalton greyjoy & his retinue had docked , and she wasted no time in making her way to confirm the reports. the kraken’s absence had been noted by many during the recent festivities , and it only looked more suspicious that he chose to arrive JUST as tensions had begun to mount. though she had never met a greyjoy , the histories she had learned of them marked this behavior as typical. a false smile became real at the sight of his ship. truthfully , it was magnificent. her heart belonged to the sea , too - - so often longing after the ships that sailed to the furthest corners of the world.   ❝   I’M AFRAID you’d do well to turn back & cross the narrow sea into braavos , if you’re looking for better, lord greyjoy.     ❞ she stated , a lighthearted attempt to make nice with the newcomer. ❝ in any case , the capital will offer you its best. welcome.      ❞

LUCERYS

                                                           he  watches  her  turn  as  requested  and  moves  nary  a  muscle  ,   enjoys  the   sight  of  her  slowly  returning  to  the  girl  he’d  met  that  fated  night  in  braavos .  if  he  really  focused  he  could  transport  himself  back  to  that  time .  when  life  was  free  of  care  and  worry .  when  his  life  was  his  own  and  he  lived  to  please  no  one  apart  from  himself .  when  he  was  seen  to  all  at  driftmark  as  the  raven  haired  bastard .  back  then  she  had  been  the  only  person  to  look  at  him  and  see  someone  who  was  worthy  of  love   –––   a  love  that  was  without  stipulations .  his  features  were  not  repulsive  to  her  ,  imagined  she  quite  liked  them .  had  liked  them  long  before  adulthood  saw  fit  to  trim  the  pubescent  weight  from  his  face  and  make  a  man  of  him   ;   for  the  ladies  of  westeros  the  same  could  not  be  said .  the  resounding  thud  of  her  jeweled  pins  hitting  the  floor  ,  dropped  without  care  ,  brings  him  back  to  the  now  with  her  and  it’s  like  sweet  music  to  his  ears .  loathes  that  she  must  parade  around  in  these  embellished  costumes   ,   play  dress  up  each  day  to  belong  in  this  world   ––––  in  HIS  WORLD .

the  tips  of  his  fingers  skim  up  the  length  of  her  back  and  with  expert  fluidity  unknot  the  laces  of  the  dress  that  works  to  constrain  her .  aids  with  much  desire  in  her  release  from  this  elaborate  masquerade  –––   an  intricately  designed  prison .  let  one  of  them  be  FREE  of  this  penal  institution .  her  immediate  concession  feels  like  the  first  VICTORY  of  the  night .  sees  his  heart  sprout  wings  so  that  it  might  soar  and  trepidation  fade  away  like  a  dream  upon  waking .  tonight  she  wouldn’t  place  his  well  fare  above  their  shared  yearning .  and  he  would  not  disentangle  himself  from  her  in  the  hours  that  preceded  dawn   ,    cementing  further  the  impropriety  of  their  union .  “  it  hardly  ever  feels  as  though  i’m  being  kept  from  sleep  when  i’m  in  good  company .  ”   sleep  hadn’t  come  easy  in  NINE  YEARS  why  should  this  night  stray  from  routine ?    supposed  the  difference  presented  itself  in  his  purposeful  elusion .  he  didn’t  want  to  part  with  her  ,  tonight  had  shined  a  light  on  HARSH  realities .  realities  that  would  become  harsher  still  with  the  breaking  of  day .  to  avoid  tomorrows  emergence  he  would  do  most  anything .  “  though  truthfully  is  it  not  i  who  has  kept  you  up ? ”

he  leans  back  then  palms  digging  into  the  mattress  beneath  him  ,  his  own  shirt  forgotten  as  he  resumes  following  her  disrobing  with  ravenous  eyes .  layer  after  layer  is  stripped  away  and  he  finds  his  fingers  curling  against  the  duvet  eager  to  reach  out  to  her  ,  bring  her  nearer  to  him  ,  but  trying  for  patience .  the  admission  of  those  three  words  puts  a  pin  in  his  growing  fervor  and  gives  his  heart  momentary  pause  within  his  chest   –––   skips  a  full  beat .  and  seeks  to  rectify  it  by  HAMMERING expeditiously  against  his  ribs  ;   ivory  cage  imprisons  his  heart  like  a  song  bird  ,  one  that  aspires  to  break  free .  it  is  framed  as  a  question  and  yet  it  requires  no  response .  there  has  never  been  any  doubt   ,   but  this  transcends  reassurance .  they  had  never  been  the  sort  to  need  it   ,   to  be  constantly  assured  of  LOVE  ,  and   as  a  result  proclamations  such  as  this  were  not  habitual  for  them .  it  is  so  intermittent  that  it  can  result  in  heartfelt  words  feeling   more   like  that  of  a  blow  than  a  comfort .  but  in  this  instance  it  slips   perfectly  between  the  cracks  in  his  heart  ,   fills  them  and  makes  him  WHOLE .   can  feel  those  words  wrap  around  his  aching  heart  like  an  embrace   ,   one  that  is  followed  by  her  embrace .

her  hands  are  everywhere  at  once   and  they  leave  his  skin  feeling  as  though  it  were  licked  by  flames .  they  find  respite  against  his  chest  and  he  wonders  if  she  can  feel  the  way  his  heart  responds  in  kind .  they  are  face  to  face  once  again  and  now  he  can  see  for  himself  the  tears  that  wade  in  her  expressive  eyes .  wrestles  with  the  swiftPAIN  the  sight  inspires  in  him .  there  is  a  DEAFENING  need  to  rid  her  of  this  sorrow .  “  and  i  love  you .  more  than  anything  in  this  world .  ”  this  world  that  he  should’ve  given  to  her .  tentative  hands  cup  her  face  and  the  pad  of  his  thumb  brushes  against  the  swell  of  her  cheek .  “  i  have  loved  only  you .   i  meant  what  i  said  that  night  in  braavos .  ”     the  words  are  whispered  as  he  inches  forward  ,  lips  no  more  than  a  hairs  length  away .  “ you’re  it  for  me .   ”  a  lot  of  things  had  changed  since  then  ,  but  his  love  for  her  and  the  space  she  occupied   in  his  heart  had  not  been  one  of  them .  punctuates  the  moment  by  capturing  her  lips  in  a  deep   ,   languid  kiss  that  steals  the  breath  from  both  of  their  lungs .  his  hands  trail  downward   –––   skim  over  her  neck  ,  flit  across  the  exposed  skin  of  her  shoulders  ,  and  drift  down  her  sides  until  they  grasp  at   her  hips .

she  is  pulled  without  much  effort  into  his  lap  and  only  then  is  contact  with  her  broken  –––  lips  part  and  hands  release  her –––  so  that  he  can  finally  work  at  removing  his  shirt .  the  crisp  white  garment  is  tugged  hastily  from  his  breeches   ,   pulled  over  his  head   ,   and  tossed  aside  carelessly .  just  as  quickly  as  it’d  gone  his  mouth  is  upon  her  again  bypasses  her  lips  and  goes  straight  for  the  warm  flesh  of  her  throat  ,   places  open  mouthed  kisses  along  the  column  of  her  neck  until  he  reaches  her  ear .  “   i  know  you  must  be  taken  seriously  in  court  ,  ”   a  wayward  hand  slides  up  the  expanse  of  her  abdomen  and  comes  to  rest  just  beneath  her  breast .  a  faint  smile  touches  his  lips   and   it’s  lascivious  and  playful  all  at  once . tries  to  push  the  MISERY from  before  down  ,  wishes  to  SMOTHER  it .  “  but  i  want  to  mark  you  where  the  world  can  see .  ”  he’d  never  left  a  love  bite  upon  her  neck   ,   but   everywhere  else  had  been  free  to   be  marked  by  insatiable  lips   and  teeth .  “  you  and  i  would  be  the  only  ones  to  know  the  truth  of  it .  i  can  see  their  flushed  faces  and  gawking  eyes  now .  would  envy  you  if  they  knew  whose  lips  had  been  pressed  to  your  throat .  ”  a  soft  laugh  escapes  him  at  the  APPALLING  idea  and  an  ARROGANCE  he  aggrandizes to  imbue  the  moment  with  needed  LEVITY .  

he  pulls  away  for  what  even  he  can  only  hope  is  the  final  time .  wraps an  arm  around  her  lower  back  for  support  and  slides  the  other  beneath  the  backs  of  her  knees .  without  warning  he  is  on  his  feet  lifting   her  in  a  bridal  carry for  the  moment    ––––    the  closest  he  would  ever  get .  before  turning  to  lay  her  down  properly  upon  the  bed .  helps  tug  the  duvet  down  pass  her  feet  so  that  he  can  cover  her  with  it   ,   places  her  comfort  above  his  own  and  prepares  her  for  a  bout  of  sleep  that  is  more  than  needed .  a  lingering  kiss  is  placed  upon  her  forehead  and  it  feels  like goodbye  but  it  is  the  furthest  thing  from  it .  rights  himself  and  rounds  the  bed  ,  all  the  while  pulling  at  the  drawstring  of  his  breeches   and  working  his  way  out  of  them  until  he  is  left  in  his  short  braies .  he  slips  beneath  the  cover  and  releases  a  sigh  as  the  pressures  and  stresses  of  the  day  seem  to  truly  leave  him  all  at  once   ;  such  profound  relief  only  found  when  they  share  a  bed .  his  eyes  drift  shut  but  he  is  light  years  away  from  allowing  sleep  to  take  ahold   ,   slides  this  hand  closer  to  her  beneath  the  blanket  and  curls  his  pinky  ‘round  her  own .  can’t  stand  to  be  near  her  and  not  touch  her   ,   the  entire  evening  had  been  just  that  and  it  had  been  a  true  test  in  durability  but  had  left  him  half-starved  for  the  feel  of  her . 

                             THE  EXISTS  THE  BRIEFEST  OF  SILENCES  BEFORE  HE   TAKES  THEM  BOTH  ON  A  TRIP  DOWN  MEMORY  LANE :

                                “  gaomagon  ao  gīmigon  skoros  nyke  pendagon  nūmāzma  often?  se  jēda  nyke  sylutan  naejot  laodigon  īlva  lī  clams  se  ao  pālegīon  va  nyke .  ”

                                                                               “  īlē  meant  naejot  sagon  va  ñuha  paktot  yn  se  hembar  run  nyke  gīmigon  zȳhon  laesi  issi  va  nyke  se  kon��r’s  iā  līrinon  va  aōha  laehurlion  nyke  ȳdra  daor  pendagon  nyke’ve  mirre  dakōtan  rȳ  se  canals  hae  adere  hae  nyke  gōntan  bona  tubis .  ”   the  memory  brings  about  an  lethargic  smile  and  hopes  with  the  every  inch  of  himself  that  it  will  bring  her  similar  AMUSEMENT .  with  the  same  ease  that  allowed  him  to  switch  to  valyrian  he  transitions  smoothly  back  into  the  common  tongue .  “  i  think  back  on  our  time  in  braavos  and  i’m  beginning  to  realize  you  had  far  too  much  fun  at  my  expense .  you  were  a  terribly  cruel  thing .  but  then  the  beautiful  ones  always  are  ,  aren’t  they ?  ”  

                           SHE DOESN’T NEED TO HEAR THEM. those three words too often unsaid betwixt the pair. she doesn’t need them , because they flow through her veins. they exist in the air around her. they are the foundation on which she finds her strength. they are a TRUTH that doesn’t need reiterating. the world around them is built on falsifications & deception , but this remains. she doesn’t need to hear them - - but she is glad that she does.  they soothe her soul , and she damns the fact that they shouldn’t. she damns the fact that it would be kinder for her to LET HIM GO. because the other unfortunate truth is that she doesn’t believe that she can. and moreover , she doesn’t want to. each syllable brings her closer to him , the sound of his voice spreading gooseflesh across the exposed skin of her arms. years later , and it was still the thing she loved best –––– particularly when it spoke words designated for her ears only. those were the real ones. they represented her lucerys. 

face turns toward the hand that holds her cheek , lips grazing his wrist. she thinks  briefly  to braavos, as the name of her home ––––  their home rolls off of his tongue. she LIMITS these memories , if she can. but this time , she allows her mind to wander, for he is here and can just as quickly pull her back to reality. on her own , it is far more difficult. she remembers the night in question. they were in a similar proximity then. she remembers his EYES more than anything , wanting , and tender , and true. the same way they look in the half - light of her chambers nine years later.  ––––  you’re it for me. and he was for her , too. it was IMPOSSIBLE for her heart to give room for anyone else. made more impossible by the sheer fact that she didn’t want  to. 

            SHE WANTS TO REPLY , but familiar lips find hers and leave little room for speaking. it’s been far too long , she realizes , since she’s been kissed by him. they both make up for it now. fingertips flutter across his chest , and  over his shoulders before steeling themselves at the back of his neck. it is with this action that she refuses to be parted with him - - for however long that allows them. she kisses him with all of the softness that she denies herself outside of his company. but there is something else , too , in the mingling of their breaths , and the hitch in her throat : an understanding that loving him comes with a longing that she is too often denied. she falls into his lap with practiced ease , sending black curls tumbling down her shoulders & his. –––– there’s no telling where she ends and he begins : it’s always been that way.            she looks at him through dark lashes as his garment is removed. teeth skim her lower lip , a poor attempt at stifling a smile that all but fades in place of the parting of her lips as his mouth finds her skin once more. the trailing of his mouth nearly stops her breath , before eliciting an all-too-contented sigh. slim fingers twist into his hair , a sure tell that his ministrations are producing the desired effect. the first of his words are lost on her - - thoughts of court so far removed from her mind that they simply refuse to register.  ❝ hm? ❞ she rests her head against his , hoping to let the haze dissipate so she might form more elegant sentences and prevent his EGO from inflation beyond repair. the foolish part of her : the part of her with little regard for others that would have allowed her to agree had reason not intervened , wanted to encourage him. ‘then do it.’ she wants to say. she’s lucky that his next phrase brings her back , bringing a light laugh with it.  ❝ i think you overestimate how much westerosi nobility think of me, my love. of those they imagine me with , it’s improbable that they would esteem me with lords. particularly you.  ❞ she’s careful not to insult his vanity. pulls back so that she might look at him . ❝ THOUGH , i do not think i would mind it so much if the ladies did. - - if they knew i had you. ❞ they would envy me, then. 

the heady moment is disrupted by his swift movements , but she doesn’t refrain from placing a kiss upon his temple as he guides her to the bed. she looks up at him as she is lain down, but eyes widen as she is tucked into bed ,  flashing to him that they MIGHT be less than pleased with this development. though , she cannot argue with the how much heavier her frame feels against the bed. she watches him , a focused determination that wills him to find the space next to her. and he does. eyes fall close once she is CONFIDENT that he will remain. a finger finds hers , and she’s quick to bend her own in reciprocation. it reminds her something of the promises children make to each other. 

               THEY WERE CHILDREN WHEN THEY MADE THEIR PROMISES , TOO . 

              it’s the valyrian that reinvigorates her. her own tongue being used by his . something they reserved for braavos , the words of letters sent in recent years ( in hopes that outside prying eyes would tire of translating & overlook them ) , and now quiet moments like these.  it brings more COMFORT than she is expecting , and spreads a smile across her face.  

      ❝  iksin bisa gō iā tolī nyke ivestretan ao bona tolvie clam isse brāvos vēttan braavosi pearls? ❞ there’s a proud smile that accompanies her words. she closes the distance between them , turning onto her stomach and resting her chin lightly against his chest. fingertips dance across the planes of his chest. she hums out a LAUGH , thinking of the wicked ways she had tormented him. ❝ nyke ivestretan zirȳla īlē iā āeksio hen vesteros , exiled naejot glaesagon iā sȳrkta ābrar isse essos, yn iā thief īles olvie elaborate ❞

she uses the moment he speaks to litter kisses along his chest , before settling her face in the crook of his neck. ❝ then i must be the most beautiful woman in the known word , for i don’t think i grew out of it.  ❞  she rolls her eyes , though she feels like the cruelest , at times. they must be quite beautiful to be this cruel. to subject themselves to a life like this - - to deprive themselves of the one they want.     she feels herself teeter on the edge of sadness , and stays it by attempting humor instead. she moves her head , hovering it over his , and speaks , her words displaced by intermittent kisses .  ❝ i also convinced several merchants that you were intent on paying with peach pits. and there’s a distinct possibility that you’ve been barred from the black bargeman , and the mummer’s playhouse nearest the purple harbor.      ❞

@seasncke

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She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Joanne Harris (via wordsnquotes)

have you killed anyone?

       ❝ a  MURDER  investigation  is  well  underway  and  you             expect  me  to  admit  to  blood  on  my  hands ? ❞ 

         surely ,  it’s  foolish  to  assume  that  she’d  admit  to  anything.   it’s  equally  foolish   to  think  that  the  woman  responsible  for  the  espionage  &  intelligence  of  the  seven kingdoms  has  not  been  granted  leave  to  DELIVER  results  by  any  means  necessary. 

HELLO , my buddies !! i woke up today with loads of anxiety ?? abt just about everything  and for some reason that has extended a bit into my feelings abt my  writing & character portrayal today ( @myriam why do you have to be so complex )  so i might be a bit slow getting around to things !! if you want to plot , i’m SO game for that.  my discord is also a really good place to reach me , because a fair amount of the time i’m on the main , and don’t always get back to im’s on my blogs right away !! garbagegal#4476

dragnking:

        HE HAD INFORMED HIS GUARDS that he was expecting the mistress of whispers and therefore no one else should be allowed into his study until the meeting was over. the meeting was to be a private one and with everything going on in the capital it was even more crucial that no one else overhear the meeting. aemon wants to contain news about the investigation until the entire truth is uncovered. half truths will only lead to more rumors and panic. this is the first problem that had impacted his reign; he wants to handle it properly. when the door opens, aemon looks up. he offers a polite smile in greeting. the purpose of the meeting is clear and he hopes it will be productive. the investigators may have struggled to find information on the murder but hopefully lady myriam hasn’t.

          “ lady myriam, it’s good to see you. it has been stressful with all the rumors and the investigation. everyone is worried and seeking answers but i’m thankful there is still order at court. ”

        IN TRUTH , she has learned less than she would have hoped. the nobles were being tight-lipped , and when they did speak , it was to accuse wildly. there was little on which to base an investigation when fingers were pointed in three directions with no substantial leads.     ❝   i’m afraid that i’ve unearthed blame , but little else. the capital seems to suspect stark ,  but suspicion is lain equally at the feet of house martell . of the three in question , fealty pledged to you seems strongest with the reach , but i refuse to rely on pretense. ❞  it’s a start , but perhaps not enough. she clears her throat , tilts her head , and continues.  ❝   i can assure you that my network is doing all that they can to unearth the truth of the matter. i’ve employed my ASSOCIATES in dorne , the north , and the reach. i believe we might find better luck in home territories , where words are more unguarded. i will uncover something. ❞ and she will. she’s good at this. 

        steps are taken toward him , ❝  your grace , if i may offer some insight of my own . . . i cannot imagine the marriage of a targaryen princess to the warden of the north - - a man that northerners consider their king as much as you , might  feel as though the crown is too close for comfort. northerners are a guarded , traditional people. they remember, and the act on those memories.   if HOUSE STARK is responsible, perhaps it is not so much a statement against you , but her. regardless , i would recommend that princess alyssandra be guarded carefully in the coming days.  ❞

ofstones:

                             ❛     —————   yes,   my   lord,   you   have   every   right   to   be   furious.     ❜    very   much   like   a   MOUSE   cornered   by   a   feline,   meera   instinctively   shrinks   back   into   the   depths   of   discomfort   &   fear.   the   man   hovering   above   is   twice   her   size,   ember   eyes   bleeding   with   accusation,   one   that   she   can   only   plead   not   guilty   of.   he   doesn’t   believe   her.   why   should   he   ?   meera   is   naught   but   a   common   handmaiden   —   no   royal   blood   coursing   through   her   veins;   just   tainted   blood.    ❛     but   i   swear   on   my   LIFE.   please……   i   beg   of   you.     ❜

              she  is  all  too  quick  to  intervene .  heartless  as  she  tries  to appear  ,  there  are  some  things  that  trigger  emotions  in  her  too  fervent  to be denied.  men   using  women  as an OUTLET  for  their  rage is  one  of them.  she  positions herself strategically between the  aggressor  and  the  girl ,  almost  maternal  in  her  desire  to  bear  the  brunt  of  it.  she knows  she  can.  ❛ MY  LORD , ❜  she’s  calm,  and  keenly  aware  that  this  is  a  fight  she’s well  equipped  to  win . ❛  might  i  suggest  you  lower  your  tone  &  remove  yourself  before harm  is  done.  since  your  wife  is  so  very  near ,  it  might  be  wise to heed  friendly  counsel ,  lest  your  recent  indiscretions  be  made  public.  ❜