#choosehero

     if beatrice has her way, esme and olaf both will fall the sixty six stories from the top of dark avenue. she doesn’t have time to ensure it - not if she intends to keep her children safe. her window is narrow, and closing rapidly as she darts along the shadowed hallway that reeks of disuse and damp. the shaft of light from her spyglass illuminates her way, but she knows these tunnels like the back of her hand, and precisely where this hallway will lead her. the bottom of a very empty elevator shaft.

    formerly empty.

     she hears the noise half a second before she rounds the corner. her gaze catches on something glinting and metal, a cage shoved into the corner. voices. shuffling. she twists, and her breath catches somewhere in the back of her throat. 

         “---children.”

    he just… stills. his hands, running and rubbing underneath the surface of the water flowing from the pump outside, go motionless. eventually, he straightens, turns around, and looks at his wife. pregnancies are complicated in the seam in non-arranged marriages, as life expectancy is never guaranteed for a mother or her child. but it stings in a different way, knowing this is what they want — it’s all they want, and all they think he’s good for.  “how long have you known?”    //    @homebehind  /  two word starters  ;  accepting

“What do you want, termite?”

They call her Queen in the North. She who is the Key to the North, Ned Stark’s little girl. They’d rallied for her even before she had returned herself to Westeros, before she had reclaimed her name, and she would not let them down. She had.. issues with herself thought.

Her eyes trailed to her brothers, Sanders sitting with Bran and Rickon, Jon Snow out the window, training her armies, and Arya feels naught but an Usurper. They’d rallied for her, thinking all of her brother’s were dead, crowned before one by one they had all revealed themselves alive. Now, Arya didn’t know if her rule would be undermined, or legitimate, even if the North had chosen her. Her mind kept returning to Southron rules and etiquette her mother had tried to force on her, many had told her she wasn’t good enough for. 

Still, the Queen of Winter sighs, letting her head fall to the table, agonising over the letter she was to write. searching for brides for her brothers.

          as  the  clone  wars  rage  on  around  them   ,   padmé  begins  to  worry  that  the  republic  they  are  meant  to  services   ,   as  voices  of  the  people   ,   has  grown  corrupt   ---   chancellor  palpatine’s  increasing  power  frightening  her  the  most   .   unable  to  focus  on  the  datapad  in  her  hand   ,   she  tosses  it  aside   .   her  mind  wonders  to  her  friends  in  the  senate  who  reached  out  to  her  with  similar  worries   ;   together  they  want  to  form  a  committee  that  can  move  against  palpatine   .   she  believes  in  the  cause   ,   but  worries  they  don’t  have  the  means  to  do  something  like  that   .