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LUCREZIA BORGIA The Borgias — 2.10

dislike is , perhaps , unjustified . at least in the broad sense , castamere-born lady had done nothing wrong . but pride and principal were things he did not push away so easily . perhaps that's why her sister irked him so , pride replacing desire to reach out a hand to that benevolent femme and . . . it was a split second , thoughts moved from mind . " my apologies , my lady , " he places hand over his heart , bowing respectfully . " ser sebaston dayne . forgive me for not initially introducing myself before speaking with you , my mother would surely scold me for the fault in my manners , " a small smile . " lady tarth , am i right ? "

bambi-like eyes , a practiced fluttered lash -- how she hates it and relishes it all at once . a look of disappointment and concern crosses angelic features . " oh dear , " valyrian lady says with soft voice , looking at the man with feigned interest . " how unfortunate , but i certainly understand . perhaps we should find a place for you to sit and rest yourself ? " in another life she may have been a player , dazzling others upon a stage with perfected image , but here she is merely playing a part of her own creation .

lucretia   watches   fraternal   figure   stand   as goliath   among   the   crowds   -   more   lion   than   man   -   as   he   prowls   through   before   halting   near   her   side.   “    gysella   seemed   quite   well,   last   I   saw   her   just   moments   ago.    ”    lucretia   dares   to   contest,   merlot-coloured   lips   barely   concealing   the   smile   that   dares   to   peak   through.   “    but   I'll   not   say   no   to   another.    ”

he was sure if he looked hard enough he may yet spot wife among the crowd , but perhaps some space would be good . overprotectiveness had welled up since her injury , lion seeking to protect it's pride . " that's wonderful to hear , sister - " he holds out chalice for her to take . " i hope you are quite well also , and that you've been able to dance with at least some on your card . and that they've all been respectful . "

"Would  you  play  along,  if  I  say  my  leg  still  has  not  healed  enough  for  a  night  full  of  dancing?"  Dark  eyes  meet  her  husbands,  mouth  twisting  into  a  half  smile  as  she  runs  fingers  over  the  dance  card.  Her  voice  was  low,  words  intended  only  for  the  two  of  them,  though  a  quick  glance  had  her  almost  certain  everyone  was  too  invested  in  their  own  cards  to  be  paying  much  attention  to  her.  She  was  grateful  for  their  first  dance,  to  not  have  to  dive  headfirst  into  finding  those  names  from  her  card,  but  to  spend  the  entire  night  on  the  floor  was  a  tiring  concept  indeed,  without  the  relief  of  breaks  with  those  she  found  easier  to  converse  with.  To  stretch  the  truth  and  build  in  some  of  those  breaks  could  be  the  difference  between  a  pleasant  conversation  and  a  sharp  tongue,  as  the  night  drew  on,  even  if  having  to  play  on  a  weakness  did  go  against  her  very  essence.  "It  would  spare  feelings,  I  am  sure."

eyes like sparkling jewels meet her's . concern for her was genuine , eyebrows furrowing at mention of her leg . truthfully it calmed the lion's nerves , which so seldom appear . one could not say lord of the rock did not care for his wife . " if it is what you wish , " he said , incline of his head as he reached out and gently took the hand that fiddled with dance card , bringing it to his lips for a kiss before placing it on his arm . caspian looked down at her , a feat given their difference in height . " here , you may use me for support , " hand came to rest over her's . " and it will leave a reprieve for both of us . perhaps we should take a stroll outside , some air would do us both well . "

Galavant 2x06

porcelain  fingers  twirl  dance  card  placed  upon  slender  wrist  while  amethyst  eyes  search  for  an  escape.  the  kind  dragon  struggled  to  keep  herself  alive  within  the  containment  of  the  ballroom,  wanting  nothing  more  than  to  curl  up  in  her  own  bedsheets  and  drown  instead  of  being  here.  however,  there  was  little  time  for  peace  as  he  stepped  forward.  few  could  make  her  smile  disappear,  but  he  did.  he  sparked  something  within  while  ripping  her  kindness  away.  he  turned  her  into  something  she  didn't  want  to  be  and  yet  she  could  not  remove  her  eyes  away  as  ser  sebaston  dayne  walked  into  her  view.

he is always so careful with words , displays and emotions . keeping dislike for the valyrian spawn mostly to himself , not letting others especially them know true feelings . but maesella was ... different . something about her irked him in a way that he couldn't hide emotions around her , nor could he help how his eyes often followed her when she left him --- in a huff , on most occasions . he doesn't know how he found himself moving toward her , but he does . face devoid of expression . " mae -- lady maesella , " he says , voice dripping with an emotion that was too jumbled to make out . pronounced and false curtesy . " you look . . . . this evening . " intentionally leaves out compliment .

harrion  spared  a  glance  to  the  targaryen  that  had  disturbed  his  peace  seated  at  a  table,  further  away  from  the  dancing  yet  he  could  watch  his  family  with  ease.  ❝  not  particularly,  no.  i thank  you  for  the  offer.  ❞  for  his  sister  he  would  get  up  and  brave  the  crowd  of  people  on  the  dance  floor  once  she  felt  fit  to  want  to  dance  after  her  own  with  the  victor  of  the  joust,  perhaps  one  of  his  cousins  with  enough  of  a  bribe,  but  definitely  not  one  of  the  spawns  of  the  winged  beasts.  the  tyrells  may  have  decorated  well  and  offered  an  ambiance  of  lightheartedness  yet  he  remained  unmoved.

her pride and ego are too big to be wounded by the denial , she is not dumb . dislike for targaryens runs deep , has for years , and she was sure it had only worsened with the recent attack . but mask would not slip , eyes remaining wide and bright -- face a perfect display of earnest innocence . " oh well , that's a shame but i understand my lord , " she lets her expression become sheepish , almost disappointed . a careful act from castamere dragon . " then do you mind if i sit there and rest with a drink ? " she motions to a seat at the table , not directly next , carefully chosen one that is two away from the lord .

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a sham of a smile graces the face of the dornish knight at the lady's comment . she reeked of dragon blood , for lack of a better term . he cared not for winged lizards or those who rode upon them . it is gone as quickly as it came , fingers taking the glass with a bow of his head . displeasure at those of old valyria was not enough to get rid of gentlemanly manners . " a pity indeed , my lady . though i believe the gods favor you , for they have saved yourself the displeasure of having a rhythm-less partner such as i for the evening , " it was not untrue , dance was never his forte .

CLINTON LIBERTY as ADDAM OF HULL 2.07 "The Red Sowing"

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