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Matilda De Angelis as Caterina da Cremona in LEONARDO 1x06

LEONARDO | 1x03

🐲⚔️king's landing, 20 AC || open to all

as yrsa watched manon she felt a strange kind of distance open. not disdain exactly, but something sharper that pierced through her skin. whether it was jealousy or admiration, the realisation stung nevertheless. she did not possess the strength of the sea, every ironborn so easily inherited. the pride that she still carried would only ever be a mere surge of salt and water.  fully draped in hightower robes, iron managed to be pressed by velvet and she appeared to be more hightower than her sister-in-law was.  the applause did not awaken her from a dream but reminded her of the reality. her hands met in rhythmic clapping when she continued observing manon, all bright smile and bravery. her daring request to the crowd, releasing twine, snapping, her lips finally falling open and allowing a short laugh. “ how thoughtful of you, ser hightower. although i would prefer to carry out any fight within the walls of your home rather than here.”

the warmth of the tender gesture lingered a little on the crown of her head like any other memory she’d now have to cling on before her new home would demand her back. she blinked and again a reality pressed behind her ribs that she’d need to draw a sharp breath. the innocence of a shared childhood would never find a home again, and now they were forced to deal with the cruelty of the world apart from each other. somehow, whether it was based on the notion of arrogance or hope that none of her family members would ever be harmed, that leaving them and breaking a piece of herself, had sealed any pain away that could befall on them, yrsa had assumed that such things would never take part of shaping the greyjoys fate. and yet, when harwyn even mentioned such concern with a sad smile, she could feel herself faltering. “ i would never allow such a thing to happen, even if i’d have to give away my life to keep you safe.” she squeezed harwyn’s hand, wondering what else was bothering him. wondering what else has lost its way in the distance. it broke her heart when she left pyke, but it shattered when she realised that she’d have to leave harwyn behind. that somehow she got closer to ruling than harwyn ever did in his life. even though she always thought that he deserved it more than anyone else. of course, vickon was the sheer force the ironislands needed, but the heart of it would always be harwyn. “and i doubt that anything, even a dragon, would manage to kill vickon, or that any greyjoy would perish from fire. only the sea has the right to claim an ironborn's life.” she caught the small twinkle in his eyes, her smile completing the silent play between them. usually, yrsa did not allow herself to be childish ( she preferred to resort to trickery ) but harwyn always played along and these small moments reminded her that maybe some things would never change. “ then i’ve got no choice other than to return.” a slight nod added to her suppressed joy. but then he mentioned viktor, cold touching his name, dark brows furrowed into a more typical ironborn expression. “ why do you not wish him to be around ? ” viktor as vickon surely were different from them, the resulting occasional arguments surely natural. but the way harwyn was talking about the youngest greyjoy was different. “ no one ever can but i am pretty certain vickon's thinking about his rope bridge everyday. ” she sighed, knowing that that would never be something she’d find herself missing. “ returning home to you would be a comfort to me. and i will be staying as long as you need me to. ” perhaps if she were to stay away long enough, her absence would soon turn to be unnoticeable. “ if there’s anything good about them, it’s the library indeed. i’ve even heard some rumours about books about necromancy being hidden.” perhaps she’d find some time to waste on this matter. “ i’ve set some books aside you might find interesting. you can bring victarion if you do not with him to be away from you too long. maybe a change of scenery would do him well. he’s just like you, he’ll love to see more of the world. ” of course, yrsa cared about victarion, anyone dear to harwyn’s heart would never have to work to receive her love she usually kept close to her. still, her desire remained selfish, and all she wished was to have her true family around. “ he does ?” her face brightened with surprise. “ i’ve assumed he’d have forgotten about me.” yrsa said, her tone dropping into flatness , resembling emotions of longing that had been sealed behind facts now. “ or are you making that up, harwyn ?”

lelia knew the twitch of a feigned smile, tone matching monotone boredom and the slightest nod in between the breath that would follow after another meaningless sentence. in her observation, witnessing rosalyn tyrell repeating a similar pattern, she almost shifted into the same tune, mind wandering into seemingly nowhere until it finally reached her again, her touch snapping the young lannister out of her detached state.   “ pardon me for interrupting, but i fear my longing for the dear lady tyrell must have rendered me impolite but i simply must talk to her. ” she turned to the person rosalyn had been talking to ( though the conversation appeared to be more of a monologue ), then linking her arm with rosalyn’s as she swiftly guided her to a place of escape.  she shook her head, pitching her tone to reach theatrics, a smile breaking through her exaggerated act. “ i cannot help the urge to rescue a beautiful lady, a boring conversation is even worse than death itself. ” she said, finally letting go of her arm. “ i agree. it’s dreadful isn’t it ?” an exaggerated sigh, the final part of her act. “ not the funerals, as i suppose we must’ve gotten used to it and then act surprise again if another noble might die again in another few months. i mean the boredom that comes with it. i do not know if i can make up another lie about someone i barely knew about.” she jested, barely caring about the appropriateness of her words. she was tired, confused, even scared. and she was sick of it. " so what do you wish to do instead ? i think we deserve a little break from all these funeral and weddings . ”

when lelia saw her sister, the ghost of a smile awakened, returning the vividness on her features, brightening with warmth only love could bring. the past events had stirred up a fear, she’d thought had been suppressed by the flicker of hope the ashen promise had brought. now, only the ash of bones remained, the name morrigen swept away easily, scattered in fragments that would soon cease to find any way to stick again. it wasn’t them this time, fortunately. but were they truly lucky ? could they every be ?  “ are you waiting for my disposal ?” she jested, laughter shaking off pieces of spiralling thoughts. “ of course i would be here, where else would i be, if not here?” although she loved her home, a part of her always longed for an escape figuring out what she was missing when apparently she had everything. without a warning, she pulled eliana into a hug, the tension falling from her shoulders, when she finally embraced her. she knew that eliana was fine, that she wasn’t the one standing on a tribune of death. flames not even giving her the courtesy of dancing around her before they’d engulf her. she was still here. “ you are my favourite sister after all. ” she teased, finally releasing her. “ you know i wish you to stay with me forever. ” she said, her tone soft. “ how are you ? considering everything that had happened …”

Indy Lewis as Mychal