#coerulus

                The world shifts at such a rapid pace, that she fears she may be unable to keep up, Her boy had just been laid to rest, and there is no time to mourn. For around her, there is the imp’s trial, the return of her brother, the Tyrell’s scheming to get their claws in Tommen.... and apparently thievery as well. had they truly sunk so deep that the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard could not have his things in peace? 

                The Lion’s headed pommel, that hangs at her waist, is by far the prettiest thing the maiden wears, and as such it draws the eyes. It’s Jaime’s sword. the Tywin to Joffrey’s Widow’s vail. The crows has truly come to feast. its almost impressive, the Gall, to wear it openly, and with the intention of simply walking away with it, - oh how the imp would have laughed. 

                “Lady Brienne.” she greets, gazing UP to fix her with a look. It Strikes Cersei that this giantess is as tall as Robert had been. and while her eyes were certainly not the same shade of blue as his, it is enough to turn her empty stomach. 

@coerulus Olenna and Brienne

Olenna couldn’t say she was that impressed with the war as it was. Nothing but gibbering power grabs and men shouting insults at each other from across the battle field. Anyone with half a sense would see that the war should only truly be fought between the one on the throne and his eldest uncle. The Starks merely wanted blood for blood and the Greyjoy was a nothing more than a blood soaked vulture coming to pick over the pieces and fill his gut on the softness that the men had become.

Still her family through their lot in with the young boy who called himself King by right of merely being popular with the people. Not for any real reason, merely because the boy knew how to smile and charm with sweet words. So many had fallen into his bed that was she was sure, probably an equal number if not more when compared to his eldest brother.

Such was the way of handsome men.

Her youngest grandson was taken by him and they’ve gone and married the youngest rose to him and seemingly happy. The boy had set up his own honor guard which she honestly saw as a mockery of the Kingsguard. Renly was a pompous little twit and decided instead of the reasonable white the Kingsguard wore that his must wear garish colors and a cape that would draw anyone to kill them just to save their eyes.

The most interesting of the poor sods that he roped into it was a young women who managed to win the mettle and took her own grandson to the ground. Loras was still being a sore spot about it all but bent to his grandmother’s request to see the woman and fetched her easily enough.

( @coerulus​ wrote:  "Your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are." )

     The moment she had laid eyes on the Lady Brienne of Tarth, she had been surprised by the other woman. Everything Brienne stood for, Catelyn had only seen in men. And some of those things she had heard in the stories about Lyanna Stark. Though those sometimes seemed more myth than truth.

     And now that she was riding slightly behind and to the right of the blonde woman, she still was not sure what she was all about. Brienne was looking straight ahead and did not really engage in any form of conversation, giving mostly just one-word-answers, or avoiding the question altogether.

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: plotted [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: Renly [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: @coerulus​

Some people might think Renly is only good at words, at dressing up beautifully, at smiling. Whereas these ‘accusations’ are true, he believes he is more than that. Unlike several lords, ladies and commoners he knows, Renly can be honest and blunt when he needs to be — a Baratheon trait, perhaps. Anyone can speak nicely, anyone can bow their head and smile   — save from Stannis perhaps  — but not everyone can be unafraid to be themselves as Renly does. That is, at least, what the young Baratheon thinks of himself, at least and so far, no one had proven him wrong. 

Brienne is an ugly girl indeed, clumsy and nothing like a lady should look. And yet she is kind, sweet and she looks like someone that could be his friend, and so there is no reason for anyone to treat her badly. So when a couple of boys and girls were awfully rude to the lady of the house, Renly did not mind showing them they were...well, idiots, by taking her hand and inviting her to dance in front of everyone, commenting very loudly that she should not pay attention to what these little shits have to say — they would not like him, perhaps, but what does it matter? They don’t. He has the rest of the world to like him.

He never wanted this, the crown the marriage, any of it. But like a coward he’d at the very least allowed himself to be king at Jeanne Antoinette’s urging. She had lived through the worst of the War of Succession he’d rather blissfully escaped from when they were still children. He was King for her sake, for peace, for change and oh god he hoped it would not cost his soul. 

When a wife, a suitable wife at least had been settled on, like a coward he’d wanted Jeanne to be there with him. But it was at her urging that he was alone now with his wife. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with a stray string in the coverlet. “I do not want you to misunderstand what I am about to tell you as I do not mean it as a slight against you in anyway. But I think it is important we understand each other- I . . . I will do my duty to you as a husband but I . . . There is someone else who I love more than myself or even my soul.”