𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔱𝔶𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩

𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔧𝔢𝔶𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔨

𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯

𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔫

𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔶

— @salvationpassed 

they called her the heart of the stormlands — a moniker he believed would be more appropriate for a baratheon, the true beating heart of their little plots of land: but who was he to disagree? who was he to comment? naught more than a lord of a cape, a rainy peninsula and descended from smugglers. of course, commenting wasn’t in his nature — his words had been stolen from him a long time ago, and not even that of steady we sail… could bring them back.

his head quirked just so, watching the blonde flit this way and that; trying in vain to find a topic to discuss. they were both stormlanders, yet so very different in apperance, name and circumstance. “lady dondarrion.” gendry choked out, a brow arching just so. he knew what he looked like — tall and black haired in appearance, intimidating and unable to speak his mind. he knew people feared him; knew they whispered he killed his brother to take the seat for himself.

none of it was true, yet gendry never had the words to refute. “how… pleasent it is for… a f — fellow stormlander. to be here.”

Corenna didn’t fit in around the people from the stormlands, fair skin, pale blonde hair and such striking blue eyes her mother used to call them her drops of the sea. Even compared to her brothers, she looked nothing like a Dondarrion but there she stood, one quite proudly in fact.

The crownlands always seemed so much brighter, more vibrant, than the rest of her world, and she had fallen in love with it. She seemingly floated on air as she moved in Kings Landing, seeing who she knew, she had seen him before, her brother would know what more to say, but the idle talk was a lady’s specialty.

“Lord Seaworth,” Her voice is a smooth as honey, as she gave him a small nod. Eyes glanced around the courtyard, many still dressed in black, almost all in fact. and the ones who didn’t had a black band or shall in order to sustain themselves till presumably the seamstress or one of their servants get them beautiful black attire.

she seemed reluctant, but she did agree to keep him company tonight. he appreciated it immensely — that way he was less likely to be alone when his family caught up with him, and less likely to disappear to his rooms or anywhere else long before the festivities had finished. “thank you, my lady, i think we will have a wonderful time,” he said with a little bow. “i think first, we should indulge. have you tasted the hen?”

like the tide, he repeated in his head, finding some strange sort of peace in the sentiment. a fitting saying for two children of the sea like themselves. “constantly,” he agreed softly. abruptly, she pulled away from him, but he doubted any wandering eyes had dwelled long on their exchange. “please, leona, don’t make me celebrate on my own,” he said, mostly teasing. “i’ve got the sweetest of all the ladies here right in front of me.”

he could see plain on her face the memory of it, and wondered briefly if that was what he looked like when he thought of home. she may have been right. he would be almost part of the royal family now. but did it matter, when his family had cast him out long before? the thought hammered at his resolve, but his face remained stoic; even smiling. “i suppose you’re right. lots of things are changing in westeros.” he nodded with her. “and we should join the festivities, shouldn’t we?”

     all evening all anyone had to say to helaena were their congratulations on her betrothal. she knew eventually her father would find her a match, undoubtedly one she did not want, but that didn’t make her any less annoyed at the announcement that she would be wed. she wanted nothing more than to scream the next time she heard the word congratulations come from someone’s mouth. the princess let out a sigh as she saw another guest approach her, “if you have nothing better to discuss than my upcoming nuptials, you can go, i do not wish to hear another word of my betrothal.”

his smile turned sad when she asked about home, and he shook his head. “if i could come back just to see you, i would. but i’ve heard nothing of the sort from them, so i wouldn’t hope quite so hard.” it warmed his heart to know leona missed him, even if no one else did. he almost laughed, about rickon’s betrothal, and nodded. “yes, i did, and i am very glad for him. it’s a good match.”

the young lord first froze at her embrace, not used to such a warm show of affection, then his hands melted around her waist and he tugged her close. “and i you. it’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other,” he agreed when they pulled away. he hadn’t been looking forward to this trip to king’s landing, knowing he’d be faced with his family and his new home colliding, but he had completely overlooked that it might also bring him an old friend. “at least these silly parties are good for something, eh?”