#agallantrose

                        you  are  stubborn  when  he  gives  you  advice   .   who  is  he  to  believe  you  need  help  ?  in  all  honesty  ,  you  are  just  a  kid  &  his  advice  comes  in  handy  whenever  he  is  willing  to  offer  it  .  &  he  is  willing  to  at  any  time  you  ask for  ;  or  not  .  you  are  young  &  inexperience  .  renly  has  laughed  as  your  willingness  to  set  that  aside  &  fight  with  larger  ,  bigger  ,  older  men  in  order  to   prove  yourself     (     that   blind  loyalty  to  your  family  ,  the  one  you  are  not  willing  to  set  aside  for  renly  or  any  other  ,  even  with  the  sudden  affection  he  has  showed  you  ,  the  one  you  are  yet  to  make  your  siblings  familiar  with     )     .  &  garlan  keeps  talking   &  you  let  a  huff  escape  your  lips  .  you  are  tired  of  being  told  what  to  do  ,  but  at  the  same  time  ,  you  admire  him  .  the  way  he  fights  against  two  ,  three  ,  four  men  without  flinching  ,  without  hesitation  ,  so  effortlessly  ,  flawlessly  .  you  follow  his  command  ,  even  if  you  stance  tells  otherwise  .

                        “     for  once  ,  can  you  tell  no  word  ,  brother  ?  you  distract  me  greatly  .     ”     but  you  copy  the  way  he  is  standing  in  front  of  you  ,  even  with  more  graceful  moves  that  he  has  done  .  you  can  see  him  from  behind  your  shield  ,  but  you  can  see  your  bruises  covered  by  the  shield  ,  the  way  your  sword  somehow  feels  lighter  in  your  hand  .  you  will  never  tell  him  ,  thought  ,  that  he  was  right  .     “     can  we  keep  practicing  now  ?  i  will  soon  be  back  to  storm ’ s  end  &  i  will  regret  not  showing  you  how  fast  will  i  throw  ser  jaime  off  of  his  horse  in  the  next  tourney  ,  i  expect  praise  ,  brother  .     ”

                        rhaenys tries to move through the darkened halls of the keep as quickly and quietly as possible. her father may have REFUSED to give her permission to see her family in dorne, but that isn’t going to stop her from leaving ANYWAY. disrespectful? rhaenys martell-targaryen could care less. king or not, her father has never DESERVED her respect, not after everything he’s done and everything he continues to do. 

magic sentence starters ( accepting ) // @agallantrose

Abel looks up from the scene of devastation; he had to admit that he wasn’t sure what Lord Garlan was talking about. If it was the scene in front of them or whatever other subject they had been talking about before Abel had been pulled from his thoughts. Abel had to admit that he didn’t know much about the Ironborns, not beyond what he had read and been told from stories (which not only wasn’t much but also had its own dose of legend to it). Perhaps the Lord had seen more disturbing things, and the reality of soldiers dead in a field wasn’t shocking for someone like Abel. That scared him, in a way. 

And he guessed that was part of the point; of the why these corpses had been left there.

Blue eyes close for a moment and he holds his breath for a moment before rising once again from the closest corpse. His own helmet was held beneath his arm and brown curls are matted with sweat against his own head. It scared him that they all should come to that point: to look at this loss of life and find it normal. Perhaps it was for the best, for the best that he didn’t scowl at the smell of death and blood; the buzzing of flies against his ear.