Porcelain, Ivory, Steel

I love my lady, i’m sure you all know that I love you all too! However, since the birth of my little boy my hours in the day seem to be disappearing very quickly and so I don’t have time to maintain two blogs so i’m going to be moving Sansa HERE I really hope you all come and rp with me and her there! She will be making the move in the next couple of days.

Maybe Arya was he wrong choice to watch their little bundle of joy, Sansa found herself on edge and thinking about picking up her phone to call and make sure that everything was alright. Looking up at Jaime as he spoke, she grinned gently. “You’re right, I should call and check on them, shouldn’t I?” Of course that wasn’t what he said but it didn’t stop her from finding an excuse. 

         Nostrils flare with laughter, happily returning her lips’ embrace. Wide hands settle on the shelves of her hips as she straddles his waist. The idea of her not being spoken to with such warm affection, with poetic grace, oddly hurt his heart. She deserved pretty things, silly, pretty words. Raph sits up on his elbows, silently observing her features before continuing. “ Then I should make it a habit. A poem a day for Your Grace, professing my most ardent admirations for her. And you needn’t say a thing in return, my love. ”

Sansa would be a fool to believe that she and Tywin were anything but a political marriage. She knew the elder Lion wanted his claim in the north strengthened and she knew he wanted that done by putting a babe inside of her. He had no desire to pleasure her, just to put that lion and wolf baby in her. His fingers inside her was an unexpectedly enjoyable, she lay there her body arching under his touch.

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Richard could feel a sense of rage come over him and he stepped forward to block the path to the young woman. He knew who she was of course, and he felt a need to step in to help her. “That is enough Celgane,” Richard hissed. His eyes were glittering with rage that was almost enough to cow the hound but not quite. “Stay out of this crouchback,” Clegane snapped back. The words make Richard flinch, but he said nothing but stood his ground. It was then the vicious young prince decided that he was bored and called the hound off. He walked away with his nose in the air and was followed by the rest of the court. All of them simpering bootlickers. “Are you alright?” He asked turning to the young woman. He offered his handkerchief and then gave a small sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner,” Richard said.  

His voice was full of sympathy and warmth. Richard adjusted his stance slightly and then tugged at his clothes. The hound’s comments had made him aware of the strange curve to his spine, but it wasn’t obvious to anyone who had not been told or had seen it and he wanted to hide it more than he had done already. “Do you want to stay here?” He asked seriously his voice dropped low conscious of the guards that were sometimes on patrol. “King’s Landing, I mean,” He added. “I have a place that would be safe for you. That would take you away from this infernal cesspit,” He said wrinkling his nose. He did not like court, and he did not like the Lannister’s. Jamie had slain his father and that accursed boy Joffrey had ensured his brother had died in the most painful way possible. He had no love for this palce.  

It was a common occurrence now, the pain that was thrust upon her by Joffrey. The court would remain silent as his guards would inflict pain upon her and he would enjoy every moment. The young wolf was scarred inside and out by his actions, and with no one to stand in her corner she'd most likely not heal from these wounds anytime soon. She always fought the tears, fought the sadness that swelled inside of her, but today it just seemed that today was the day she'd cave and her feelings would overrun her and she'd break down and cry. Sansa looked up slowly, her eyes looked at her protector from behind, she had never expected someone to step in like this, let alone Richard.

It hasn't registered that he spoke to her at first, but then it did and she found herself unable to speak. Nodding gently, She took his hanky and wiped her eyes. "Thank you, you don't need to apologise you stepped in and that is more than anyone has ever done." Sansa said gently as she looked at the man in front of her. "Leave..." she said slowly her eyes looking down. "They'd never let me, I'm a prisoner and the kings favourite toy." She whispered. "But why would you do that anyway?" She asked unsure that she was fond of the idea of him putting himself in more trouble for her.

             A click of the tongue. “Is that anyway to greet a Prince of Dorne?” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, betraying much of his false grandeur. He has to tease her                it’s practically irresistible.                                                                            @ladyxredxwolf​  /  starter call.

Sansa glanced up at Oberyn, a slight frown tugged at the corners of her lips. "And how exactly would the prince of Dorne wish for me to greet him?" She asked, slowly raising an eyebrow.