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Oh, Ashara, her dearest friend. How Elia loved her. 

And how she hated to cause her concern like this.

// @gulldrengur & @fllnstar & @tyrxshisword

      Back from a lucrative trade mission Eddard caught his beloved as she flung herself into his arms. Cradling & at the same time devouring her body, he held onto Ashara for dear life. 

▓▓ ⚔ ▓▓  K I N G S L A Y E R

___________________ Green eyes studied Ashara, her face was still familiar despite the years that had passed. As always her violet eyes were kind, the same kind eyes that welcomed a frightened boy to Starfall. It wasn’t the first time she had come to him in his dreams, but as of late it had been a while since her last appearance. 

Jaime knew she wouldn’t approve of what had developed between he and Cersei, his sister by blood, his twin. and yet he could not imagine Ashara condemning him either.

“Everything, my love for her has cost me nearly everything...” but was it really love? or rather an obsession. “Why.. why do you come to me with these questions Ashara? I miss you, but it all feels like a lifetime ago that I lost you..” 

For much of the long voyage to Dorne, Margaery tried to bolster her courage to face all that was to come. The constant mantra--you are a Lady of the Reach, a Tyrell of Highgarden, you will not be afraid--seemed to do the trick but the moment she stepped off the ship, all courage seemed to abandon her. 

It was hot. Not the sort of hot that would be alleviated by a cup of chilled hypocrass or a dip in the Mander but rather a heat that felt alive in its malice. It was wild and unforgiving and she nearly wilted under it. Yet, even the dry heat did not compare the to stares of the Dornish nobility as she entered the palace. They were all exquisite in airy, brightly colored silks and seemed to tower over her, though she was sure it was due mostly to her racing imagination. 

Prince Doran approached her first, his face and voice perhaps more gentle than she expected. He took her hand in both of his and led her to the others to make their introductions. “Lady Margaery, may I introduce you to the Lady Ashara Dayne. She has welcomed you into her home for the duration of your stay in Dorne.” Margaery looked up into the woman’s face, taking in her intimidatingly-breathtaking beauty. 

‘ there are no kisses sweeter in all the lands than the ones that come from your lips. ’ hands sits comfortably against her neck and jaw, fingers splayed out just enough to brush over her cheeks. ‘ for your lips hold the key to any man’s heart, but i hope you choose to unlock mine. ’