#cirsei

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄,     she     beguiles     the     world     all     in     her     intrepid     wonder     ;     all     are     hostage     to     a     lioness’     claws     ,     pinned     beneath     the     jade     of     those     eyes     —     the     crest     of     her     crown     .     WHAT     A     PRICE     SHE     MUST     HAVE     PAID     FOR     DRESS     LIKE     BATTLE     ARMOR     ,     SCALED     IN     THE     RINGLETS     OF     HER     WRATH     :     kinbled     red     ,     dragonsmoke     black     ,     valeryian     steel     silver     .     are     those     her     colors     now     ?     has     she     been     drenched     ,     dyed     the     affects     of     this     world     ?

kraken     grins     with     all     his     teeth     ,     a     pointed     ,     serrated     beak     from     which     he     had     spoke     :     laughter     gurgles     from     chest     ,     a     rotten     thing     like     the     broken     inside     of     a     fallen     log     .     creaking     ,     but     moist     ,     wet     in     the     breath     of     the     sound     .

❝     oh     ,     my     queen     ,     ❞     smiling     blue     eye     crooks     alike     his     teeth     ,     a     glittering     thing     :     it     seems     almost     happy     ,     charming     to     behold     ,     BUT     WHAT     FOOL     WOULD     SEE     SUCH     SUCH     EYE     AND     THINK     IT     DOTING     ?     happy     ,     yes     —     but     hateful     ,     for     what     coiled     strike     lies     there     as     he     eyes     his     queen     ,     HIS     QUEEN     ,     and     reaches     to     take     goblet     from     her     fingers     to     his     own     .     ❝     i     would     never     be     so     bold     .     ❞

care     ?     for     him     ?     for     when     did     lioness     dare     care     for     what     lay     beneath     the     water’s     edge     ?

(     YET     SHE     SHOULD     .     GNASHING     TEETH     LINED     ALONG     A     RAZOR     MAW     ,     FAR     TOO     MANY     LIMBS     TO     COUNT     ;     SO     MUCH     LARGER     ,     SO     LITTLE     TO     SHOW     FOR     THE     SURFACE     .     HOW     DROWNED     WOULD     DRAG     HER     DEEP     INTO     THE     DEPTHS     ,     WITH     BUT     A     GASP     FOR     AIR     .     )

❝     ...     you’d     be     surprised     ,     you     know     .     ❞     murmured     ‘twixt     plum     lips     ,     as     he     raises     stolen     drink     to     taste     .     it     goes     down     all     the     same     ;     to     decay     further     in     frothing     lungs     .     ❝     the     silence     is     better     a     listener     than     most     .     ❞

POSITIVITY FOR ALL !!!@cirsei​

                       that’s what he used t’ say,    aye,    when he was younger and knows nothin’ o’ the game of thrones everybody around him seemed t’ be kin on playin’.     younger,   true,   and filled with rage.    he’d lost a home ‘cause o’ the lannister,    had lost a place where he could call his own in the forge o’ tobho mott,    and ‘cause o’ their relentless chase t’ kill off the old king’s bastard,   he had been forced t’ run around,   he was,    in the forest and woods where there ain’t be no place,   no,   for any children t’ ever be at.    but he was there,    and if he’d gone back now,    he would probably say the same still.   if ye’ fall,   there won’t be no tear o’ mine that will cry fer’ ye.    and yet,   gendry finds himself kneeling t’ put the tray o’ food and water near the door o’ her cell.     he is young no more,    he reminds himself;     and the game o’ thrones 's a game he no longer just watches.     a lord now,    an heir.     if gendry raises his hand,    the iron throne may just be somethin’ he,   too,   can fight for.    he cannot afford,   simply,   t’ just be naive and angry all the time.    where the old king and his brothers had failed,   gendry     —     he doesn’t want t’.    he won’t die like they did.

         ‘     eat.     ’       a pause.     ‘    the child ye’ carry cannot grow,   it won’t,   if ye’ don’t eat,   ‘s what i’ve been told.       ’

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