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      UNLIKE  HER  BROTHER  VISERYS,  Daenerys  had  never  expected  some  royal  fanfare  after  arriving  in  the  West.  In  fact,  aside  from  the  people  of  Dorne,  no  one  had  sent  so  much  as  a  raven  welcoming  her  to  Dragonstone.

     It's  fine,  she  thought.  At  least  I  know  where  I  stand.

     And  where  she  stood  was  a  far  cry  from  where  her  brother  proclaimed  they  might.  No  one  gave  seven  hells  about  the  young  dragon  queen  and  if  her  scouts  had  heard  correctly,  the  only  whispers  upon  their  tongues  was  fear  that  she  might  finish  what  her  father  started.  Not  the  start  she  was  hoping  for,  but  it  was  what  Barristan  had  prepared  her  to  endure  all  the  same.

     Conquering  Westeros  had  never  been  her  dream  and  yet  after  Viserys'  death,  she  felt  obligated  to  carry  on.  His  death  and  that  of Rhaego's  would  have  been  in  vain  were  she  to  switch  courses.  That  along  with  her  team's  unwavering  loyalty  was  why  she  found  herself  making  a  home  out  of  the  old  family  keep  of  Storm's  End... at  least  for  now.  Her  dragons  came  and  went,  but  were  content  to  be  at  a  place  suited  especially  for  them.  Drogon  was  perched  high  upon  one  of  the  towers  when  a  scout  came  calling.  It  was  from  the  North  which  surprised  all  parties  in  the  room.

     ❝ A  Lady  Sansa?❞  Dany  asked.  "Is  she  Queen  in  the  North  or  merely  acting  in  the  wake  of  her  brother? ❞   Because  there  had  been  rumors  that  the  north  named  the  bastard  of  Ned  Stark  as  king,  something  Dany  found  odd  if  he  was  supposedly  Lord  Commander  of  the  Night's  Watch.

     ❝ We  have  a  lot  to  catch  up  on,  your  grace, ❞   Barristan  noted,  ❝ but  for  now,  you  must  accept  her  invitation  to  Winterfell. You  have  no  other  allies  and  the  north  has  every  reason  to  be  disgruntled  with  Queen  Cersei.  They're  honorable  people  your  grace.  She  would  never  pull  a  Walder  Frey. ❞

      𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 if she’d recognize vickie. time had changed them both –– probably vickie more –– and there was a part of her that wasn’t sure what to expect when word had gotten around that vickie mitchell was back in hawkins. her mother had already explicitly warned her that she was not, under any circumstances, to see her. and to her credit... chrissy didn’t plan to. she didn’t plan to get on her bike and ride all the way to the edge of the neighborhood, where she could see the moving van pulling away from the curb, where she could see vickie’s parents arguing over how to get the dining table through the doorway. she didn’t plan to stand there, concealed in the boughs of the tree until she saw vickie in the window of her bedroom. and three days later, she didn’t plan to follow her into the girls bathroom after the school bell had already rung, her heart beating so loud it echoed like a church bell in her chest. 

"you do!" alice says after only a fraction of a moment, her eyes lighting up with excitement. she tries not to get too ahead of herself, finding the mystery of things like that to be a big part of the fun, but her power does come in handy for finding lost things. she's willing to cheat there, at least. already bouncing a little, it's clear that there's no way for rosalie to get out of this now, and she grins as she grabs one of rose's hands to squeeze in both of her own. "top shelf of your closet, behind the brown sweater. i'll get some candles, meet me in my room in five!!"

and with that, alice dashes off and up the stairs to commandeer a few of esme's candlesticks and holders and set up in her room, because if they're going to do this, they're going to do it right. this house is so fucking haunted, just look at it, and alice will prove it if it's the last thing she does.

"uh, me, bitch." bella says like it's obvious, bumping their hips together. she considers leah way more of a friend than any of the idiots she goes to school with (excluding angela from the "idiots" classing), and there's no way she's going to spend another night being called loca by jacob. "sorry, but you were nice to me once, so you're kind of stuck with me now. deal with it."

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"Most likely because I am not a royal.", Janei pointed out, her lips forming a thin like while her gaze lingered on the young lady. "Queen Cersei has married into the royal family, meaning her kin does not belong to it." It also meant that she was stuck serving her cousin in the Red Keep, instead of constantly enjoying its luxuries.

@crimsonwrit asked: “do you feel like going out and doing something tonight? i could use a distraction.” from marlene