𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌, 𝐂

at the needle point circle

CASSANA SAT COMFORTABLY NEAR THE EDGE OF THE CIRCLE, hands resting loosely in her lap with not a scrap of fabric sight. She’d given up the pretense of sewing early, deciding it was wiser to avoid messing up the cloak with her questionable stitching. Instead she listened to the lilt of music drifting from the musicians nearby, letting the rhythm settle her nerves after being in the city's bustle.

Aemma’s question pulled her from her thoughts. Cassana glanced over, returning the princess’s smile with one of her own; warm, a little amused, and entirely genuine. “It is a joyous occasion,” she agreed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen King’s Landing this lively. The whole city feels lighter.”

"Thank you, my lady," Myranda nods her head in gratitude at the sweet woman's compliment, "Never fear....The Father enacts justice, sooner or later." She knew of the trials, had been informed of executions and stragglers run off to the North. But was that enough, for what Lady Lysa had endured within the loyalist lands? "Her death will not be in vain. We must not allow it." Perhaps, she should be less forthcoming with her thoughts...She had seen Lord Felyx Lannister walk these halls of the keep, audacious in the way only a Lannister could ever be. She does not know if she is speaking to friend or foe...Perhaps, it would do her well to think first, but it is, unfortunately, too late for that. "And who might you be, my beautiful lady, here to condole House Tully?"

THE COMPLIMENT DREW A SMILE TO CASSANA'S LIPS, BEFORE PARTING THEM AS SHE SPOKE, the expression easing into something warmer and a little shy. Myranda’s blunt honesty didn’t put her off, in fact, it nearly made Cassana like her immediately.

" Aye… mercy’s hard to come by,” Cassana said as she pushed herself up from her crouch, shaking dirt from her hands. “Especially for those who never got much of a fair chance to begin with.” No real bite or bitterness to her words, just the truth. Lysa Tully wasn’t the first to suffer what that they shouldn't have, and she wouldn’t be the last.

At the mention of the Father’s justice, Cassana huffed. “Justice shows up when it feels like it,” she said, tone gentle, “And usually not the way any of us expect.” She didn’t press further, it wasn’t her faith to speak on, but she could respect Myranda’s conviction. The question of who she was, and the smooth, casual beautiful that came with it, caught her off guard enough to pull a brighter, surprised grin from her. Compliments weren’t foreign to her, but spoken like that, out of nowhere? Gods.

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy, save our sons from war, we pray," She sings, not exactly loudly, but enough to disturb the fragile peace throughout the gardens surrounding the Sept of Riverrun. Myranda wishes to go in, to sing the Mother's Hymn before the Mother herself, but every building within this castle holds a dampness she can barely tolerate as someone who has only ever truly known the cold dry air of her mountains and the North. "Stay the swords and stay the arrows, let them know a better day." She walks along the twisting and turning paths of the gardens, stopping every few steps to marvel at a bush of flowers, reaching down to run her fingers along the petals.

"Poor Lady Lysa," She speaks to a cardinal flower of Tully red, "And to have to be sent off with enemies aplenty bearing witness to her farewell. Unimaginable."

CASSANA’S FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO BRACE FOR the wrath of whoever she’d just nearly bowled over but instead there were familiar arms around her, warm and trembling with relief. For a moment, she froze, her scraped palms hanging uselessly in the air. It wasn’t until the voice reached her ears; low, achingly familiar, carrying that same steady cadence she’d grown up listening to through every storm and scolding, that her breath finally left her chest.

“Marida?” she breathed, disbelief cracking through the syllables. Her fingers clutched at her sister’s sleeves as if to make sure she was real. “Gods, you nearly gave me a heart attack-”  

Her voice faltered before breaking into a shaky laugh as she buried her face briefly in Marida’s shoulder. “I thought you’d been,” She stopped herself, the word killed catching like thorns in her throat. “I thought I’d lost you.” 

When she finally pulled back, Cassana’s cheeks were flushed and her hair was half-loose from the fall, the picture of someone who’d been running on worry and too little sleep. “Let’s get off the street,” she muttered, casting a wary glance at the bustling crowd. “I’ve had enough of Lannisport and its godsdamned chaos. I want to go home.” 

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💭 - An ordinary dream

🎀 - A dream that left them feeling happy

☔ - A dream that left them feeling upset

🌈 - A dream from their childhood

🗯️ - An ordinary nightmare

🐛 - An intense nightmare that made them wake up in a cold sweat

⚰️ - A dream/nightmare that featured someone no longer in their life

🌡️ - A fever dream

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

👁️‍🗨️ - A lucid dream

you have no idea what you have done.

if i were capable of harming you, you would already be dead.

you will soon see what i was trying to prevent.

i have faith in you.

do you truly believe my goal was to destroy the world?

thank you for letting me know.

you will want an army... and i believe you will find a way to obtain one.

back so soon. it must have been worse than i had thought.

what story shall we tell now?

your team trusts you, and you listen to them. it is impressive... and enviable.

you must be ready for whatever comes.

the only thing worse than being wrong is realizing it but being afraid to change.

you know what surprises me most, though? i never thought to see you so eager to serve.

i must speak to you in this tongue. it seems elven is beyond your grasp.

your cruelty forced my hand.

are you not proud to finally reach this moment?

what is it you regret the most, i wonder?

regret, like all emotions, is a powerful thing. it can bruise us, break us... or blind us to the truth.

you were never ready to make the sacrifices that leadership requires.

i am sorry. it is what must be.

things are different now.

i was desperate.

he was a good man.

i betrayed you because i believed that only i could save the world.

this is your responsibility now.

i had a plan.

this unnatural corruption demanded my personal attention.

we will need another way to the surface.

i am so sorry i failed you.

there is only one way i can help you now.

this place, and the corruption within it, must be eradicated.

you cannot stand against me.

you were there. you saw that it was an accident.

go. your work here is done.

there is no need for you to witness what i must do.

what matters, my friends, is that today, all of us are free.

death to all tyrants!

i have taken precautions to minimize the damage.

people are always dying. it is what they do.

i understand your hesitance, but what i do now must be done, despite it being past your comprehension.

i am please that, for once, i can offer some assistance.

i fear we lack time for explanation.

if you follow my voice, i will guide you.

your mind is no less confused than usual.

the spirits speak well of you.

you have betrayed your people.

you will threaten this world no longer.

they will not slow us down for long.

you will have what you need.

do you feel it?

i can accompany you no further.

i can think of no one better to wield this.

with my power, you can stand against him.

enjoy it while it lasts.

thanks to you, i can now see the way.

please. i do not wish to fight against you.

i am sorry for this final betrayal.

it is over. you could never stand against me alone.

i have faced things you could not possibly comprehend.

i must fix what i have broken. i am sorry.

i expect you will be busy.

you stopped me.

you did far more than that.

you cannot hurt me here, nor i you.

she is a good woman. growing close to her was selfish of me.

i have lived thousands of years and made countless mistakes. it always hurts.

good. there it is. the fear. you finally see the consequences. you know the stakes.

don't. don't thank me.

who are you truly angry at? and what do you need?

what are you so desperate to avoid feeling?

you use humor a great deal.

you have seen death before.

i gave no orders. all i offer are suggestions.

has your search been successful?

call me when they bury bodies underwater.

it's easier to try not to eat.

anything to get me to sleep.

i woke up surrounded.

they know, they don't understand.

i'm trying not to crush into sand.

wash away the blood on my hands.

don't wake me up.

lift me out.

leave nothing left.

take everything.

make me bleed.

give me all that i want.

you know you hypnotize me aways.

i have waited.

i know that you can see that you will be mine.

did you not say we were made for each other?

there is a new intention.

do you like that?

i stumbled into your trap.

i fall into your eyes like a grave.

keep the freak show talk to a careful minimum.

i'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in.

i'm still full of the love you want.

i reach for you on faith alone.

seems your heart is locked up and i still get the combination wrong.

are you simply waiting to save your love for someone i am not?

maybe you believe that in the end, you will be better off that way.

won't you fall for me?

my insecurities surround me like lions in the den.

i feel like i'm losing touch with what i am again.

i remember why i cannot pretend.

i never think of you and all this screaming silence.

oh god, i wish you were here.

i am yours to the end.

every once in a while something changes.

you're changing me.

it's too late for me, i am altered.

i'm caught up in your design.

i see a different light.

let's talk about chemistry.

i'm dying to melt through to the heart of your molecules.

either way, i'm into it.

i can tell i'm falling further again.

i won't turn away. it's far too late for me.

i am broken into fractions.

it's too late for me.

just take it all.

you just don't feel the same.

you can't recall my name.

i've been left no choice.

don't you see that?

you come crawling back to me, but i'm already on the ground.

we all know the talk is cheap.

you don't wanna be around.

what would you do for me?

i won't repeat what i have said beforehand.

why don't you just say what you wanted to say for once?

you guide me in to safety and silence.

this is the start of something new.

your eyes and your limbs are instruments to pick apart.

let the tides carry you back to me.

my arms are open.

for the time being, i will still avoid my own questions.

you know, i can hold my breath forever.

you are still a perfect reminder of what all of these scars on my arms are for.

if i can hold myself together...

it seems my hell is your high water.

i'll smile through the agony for you.

i will admit my defeat again.

i will accept that i can't pretend we will ever be together.

i can't hold myself together.

i'd give anything to borrow your indifference.

it still makes my blood run cold to remember what they did before.

worry not.

my polite advances won't last for long.

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."