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her   green   hues   watched    the   waves   as   they   crashed   against   the   boulders.   the   smell   of   salt   was   strong.    a   place   that   had   once   made   her   calm,   brought   her   PEACE,   now   brought   her   nothing.   she  was   seeking   comfort   in   all   the   wrong   places.   or   perhaps   there   was   just   no   comfort   to   be   found.    it    shouldn’t   matter   to   her   who   jaime   decided   to   marry,   to   father   children   with   ––––   yet   it   did.    far   too   much.     keep   away,    she   thought,   the   less   you   see   him    the   less   outraged   you   will   be.   

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.    she is a true targaryen,      one who wears her name with pride.      but her legacy will not bear resemblance to her father’s.     𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝.     but it is not lost on her,     the fear her children instil in those all around them.      𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬,      but if they were,      𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨.      but now she does not hear the sounds around her.      the soon to be appointed queen only hears the dull,    far away sound of the bell ringing.     it’s trill’s echoed all around her     :      muted as if she is stood in a 𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔.

‴  is   that   really   your   excuse   for   treating   people   like   dirt   from   beneath   your   boots  ?  ‷   𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 , 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦                a   cursory   glance   &   a    suspicious   huff   is   offered   in   response ,   letting  him   know   her   enduring   distaste  for     their   first   encounters .   but  a   kind   heart   𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧   𝐡𝐢𝐦   𝐧𝐨𝐰 .   she   becomes    aware  of  her  stance ,  half - turned   away ,  un-engaging                  first   meetings   feel   an  𝖆𝖌𝖊   away   &    though   brienne   won’t   call   him   𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 ,  she  is   concerned  of   radiating   the   same  𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓  through   her  silence .   so ,  abruptly ,   as  if   afraid   of   forgetting  jaime’s   kindness  to  her , continues :      ‷  𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐝𝐨   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰   𝐦𝐞   𝐧𝐨𝐰                there  are   bigger  problems  to   face   than  our   bickering . ‷        &   so  his  gaze  is  met ,     ‴  you’re   a  𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓   𝒎𝒂𝒏   𝒏𝒐𝒘  .  ‷       :  spoken   with  candour ,  honesty                  it would    never  cross  her  mind  to  do   otherwise .

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AUBURN BROWS CURVE UPWARDS, an unreadable expression etched upon the eldest stark daughter’s face. why did jaime lannister think his pledged loyalty was necessary? she was in winterfell, she was safe. sansa had her own loyal men to protect her, men who had families who never slaughtered her loved ones. oh, but jaime lannister sure did.

yet, she’s gracious. this was what a real queen was supposed to do. they were to remain calm and poise, never wear expressions upon one’s sleeves. never truly expose their inner emotions and thoughts. ironically enough, this was a lesson taught to her by the man before her’s sister. c e r s e i. sansa had learned quite a lot from cersei lannister. though, though her time with jaime was limited. she hadn’t known much -- just rumors. conflicting reports, depending who you asked. yet, brienne swore her life on jaime’s loyalties not all too long ago when he had come to battle the dead. sansa had trusted brienne more than anyone -- so back then, she had granted him to stay. but much has changed since then, brienne was no longer here to vouch for him. sansa had known he had upped and left to go down south. she didn’t know why, but she assumed -- and she assumed it was for cersei. though cersei was dead and he was here, swearing loyalty to protect the queen in the north before all of her men. tully blue eyes study him, an intensity in their gaze that was piercing. she wasn’t sure what to make of this situation, so she remained quiet, waiting to see if he’d reveal anything else to her. 

‘ YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME,       and i      --      about you.   ’       a star made of dragonglass adorning her neck is not a sigil, not even a  sign  ; yet it serves its purpose just fine. a  REMINDER  of who she is, without a   burden of belonging   to any house, without a heritage        --        and without a  past , if she so wishes to disregard it completely.  this is a luxury the man before her might never be able to afford, for black and white are nothing more than   colours    --      and red and gold are a  symbol .  that  much she knows without knowing  too  much.

robert   had   left    hunting,   and   she  preferred  it  that   way.   each   night  he   was   gone   was   a   night   she   didn’t   have   to   spend   with   him   on  top   of   her,   whispering   the   name   of   his   former   lover   in   hear   ear.   not   that   she   could   bring   herself   to   care.   the   route   to   his   chambers   had   become   a   muscle   memory.   lately   it   had   been   to    dangerous   for   him   to   come   to   her   ––––   who   knew   when   robert   would   reappear.   her   chambers   were   guarded,   his   was   not.