#beetsandkings

Princess Myrcella

y ELLS A L OT BECAUSE OH MY G OSH I DIDN’T EVEN T HINK YOU NOTICE ME I’M — I look up to you so much you don’t even k n o w I just really love your Tommen and I love you and I love your posts and holy w ow I can’t I don’t I —

Well, well, well, brother dearest, you may not see my absolutely lovely face just yet ( because of insert-very-bad-and-unladylike-word-here D&D ) but while you were having the talk, Ari -  a very loyal friend of mine that only does what she does for my benefit and not because she seeks revenge for Elia’s death nope - was planning of your dethroning so you may as well keep that throne warm for me  && gramps will never give me the talk T^T (don’t know if i should be happy or sad over that fact for obvious reasons)xoxoP.S. Do I have a crown yet?2 P.S. I hope gramps didn’t tell you to stick it with the pointy end that would have been a w k w a r d.3rd P.S #YOLO

[ "Being king's a bIT LIKE BEING SCARED ]

                    S   P   E   E   C   H   L   E   S   S ;                                                          a  gentle  way  of   summarising   the   lioness’                                                          emotion— for  what  words  was  a  mother  to                                                          usher forth, in light of embrace so passionate                                                           offered    from   y o u n g e s t    son?                           Perhaps, unbeknownst to we two, he has seen me and Jaime.                     Such a thought struck fear deep into her heart.                      Mayhaps this was some twisted way of informing                     his mother that he knew.                                                                            No, he couldn’t have.                                                                                                We were so careful…                     Or,  perhaps, t’was some child’s fancy— in no way possible  could                      sweet  Ser Uncle be kissing mother the way father should, no— in                     such  an  innocent mindset, chance lay that  occurrence  overcame                     the  cub;  that  perhaps  this was the way  family  members  should                      embrace.  R e l i e f  washed  over  the  queen  at  this  desperately                      grasped conclusion.                                                                      Yes, the result of a child’s overwhelming                                                                                                innocence, nothing more.                                        Still, S H O C K  ricocheted  throughout  lioness’                                        gilded  frame, too without true  comprehension                                        to  properly  address the issue—  true  enough,                                         this was a happening she would be repressing                                         throughout    memory   for  y  e  a  r  s  to   come.                     ❝ —— I think it time for our King                         to rest, don’t you? ❞