#cesrei

thank you! i’m going to tag ten gorgeous people on the dash and then send this around to as many as i can before my ask hits limit. <3

           her thick lips are pursed thin , a heavy grip set on the hilt of her blade her knuckles turning almost white . " i did no harm to him . i swear it by my sword . “

SHE’S QUIET ― ALWAYS HAD BEEN, BUT EVEN IN HER SILENCE, JOANNA ROARS. her stare is cold and attentive, studying the formal yet graceful stance of her daughter -- not quite what she had taught, for you see -- her golden rose began to wilt, and she had raised a thorned beauty -- meant to withstand... this child, unruly -- chaotic, he had stole that piece from his mother’s pride.    ❛  enough.  ❜    there it was, the thundering growl of the lioness, voice unwavering -- calm, yet CHILLING.

her approach is gradual, a predator slinking towards it’s prey, her stare unrelenting, UNNERVING before grandmother offers a subtle smile -- simply a kind gesture, for kindness did not linger in it’s shape.    ❛  leave us.  ❜    child sputters at first, blinking in disbelief -- but joanna spared no mercy in her stare -- a mystery what tale it told, but it was enough to bleed the color from his cheeks. she waits ‘til child scurries off before head would turn and glittering emeralds to rest upon her own child, just as stubborn -- with her own taste for chaos at her lips.    ❛  you’ve spoiled him. called him KING before he was ready.  ❜    a disapproving frown followed by a careful shake of her head, tousled waves of dimmed gold bouncing light.    ❛  i am not too certain this can be undone.  ❜

@cesrei​  said             ❝ how about some more cookies ? ❞

        she couldn’t help but eye the plate of fresh cookies with carefully veiled suspicion. even though she knew it was silly; she was worth far more to the lannisters ALIVE than dead, but the lannisters never gave anything without a hidden edge, sharper than the soft surface meant to entice until it was too late to retreat without a wound. she made herself smile even as she shook her head.          ❝  no, thank you. i’m not very hungry. ❞          normally not even a full stomach would have stopped her from enjoying more sweets, but her appetite in general had been near NONEXISTENT for some time now. she only ate enough. never more. never less. not even cookies could tempt her. especially not ones baked by cersei lannister.

DRAGON VERSUS LION      :     ᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵉ      ,      ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ      ,      ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢ ᵒˡᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ.       she      ,      bathed in fire and blood.     adorned in black and crimson leather and ringmail      ,      armour worthy for the warrior queen she is.      braids on display as silver white hair showcase the battles won,      bells ringing in the open air of the dragon pit.     valyrian,      dothraki,      westerosi,      essosi.     they are all her people.      A MHYSA TO THOUSANDS.      she is royal.     she is khaleesi.     she is the rightful heir.

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝.      &&      the land,      barren and poverty stricken will flourish once more.        𝘴𝘩𝘦,       𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯      :      she shall plant trees and watch them grow.      it is the lioness before her that remains in her way.    with claws sharp and ready to strike at her throat     .      but not like her own,      fangs hidden behind tight smile.      pretence of peace hidden beneath an agenda daenerys knows exists.

the    baratheon    princess,          the lone girl born to    cersei    &    robert    ━    at least,    that is  the tale  everyone is told.    a careful eye is always kept on the girl,    yet she still manages to wander    ;    the hope of finding even a single flower sprouting between blades of dew kissed grass having won her over.     dainty fingers run along the castle’s stone walls,    completely unaware of the boy being pushed from the sill where he clung until she hears the thud of his body against the soil beneath and sees his direwolf pup let out a wail.    the combination brings tears to her eyes,     and she feels as though it has left her unable to set foot in any direction.   salted droplets fall from her eyes and many minutes pass until she summons enough courage to run to his side.    her gentle,    benevolent heart is placed on display without shame as she rests a hand on his shoulder in a feeble attempt to wake him.    footsteps of those more qualified begin to swarm a beat later,    and an unintentional shove sends the heels of her soft hands into the earth beneath.    scrambling to her feet,    legs carry her in the opposite direction     ....    running,   running,    running.    but it’s as though she knew,    her beautiful queen of a mother knew,    for she appears in front of myrcella’s frightened,    trembling frame like a dream.    “    mother!    the stark boy has fallen    ━    i found him lying upon the ground!    he wasn’t moving and i    ━    he must’ve been climbing  the castle walls   ━    !    ”    panicking eyes drift to the part of her gown that has been blemished by dirt after she’d knelt down next to the injured boy,   her shaking hands immediately attempting to brush it away.    “    i tried to wake him,    mother,    i did!    please believe me    ━    !    ”    spindly arms wrap around her mother’s waist,    all lessons of proper etiquette and composure for a princess long forgotten as face hides itself from the cold in the fabric of her mother’s dress.