#godspecd

          the  past  few  months  ,  ever  since  they  left  king’s  landing  really  ,  have  been  a  whiplash  .  so  much  has  changed  -  house  arryn  is  gone  ,  the  north  is  upset  with  house  stark  while  house  stark  is  angry  at  their  patriarch  ,  and  their  friends  have  grown  in  excessive  numbers  .  a  lot  can  happen  when  people  who  have  given  you  the  cold  shoulder  all  your  life  finally  start  to  warm  to  you  .  the  anger  they’ve  been  holding  all  these  years  has  shifted  toward  the  targaryens  in  light  of  everything  .   ❝   can  i  ask  you  something  ?   ❞   she  questions  of  lady  hightower  ,  a  cousin  they’ve  never  really  spoken  to  until  now  -  never  met  until  arriving  to  new  valyria  .   ❝   i  was  watching  you  talk  to  ...  the  lord  you  were  speaking  to  ,  i  don’t  know  his  name  ,  but  you  make  it  look  so  ...  easy  .  people  just  ...  like  you  .  how  do  you  do  that  ?   ❞   people  were  only  speaking  to  them  now  because  of  their  siblings  but  if  they  were  going  to  be  helping  ,  they’d  need  to  be  able  to  make  friends  ...  perhaps  more  .

the lady serenei was not familair with westeros nor has she visited prior to her cousin’s nuptials however her family has been in contact with the westerosi for generations due to the nature of their business. although serenei had no love for westeros, as the heir of house moraqos, she had no choice but to foster further those connections her forbearers have created. “you are lady harlaw?” the raven-haired lyseni approached the other with a gentle smile. “my mother said i would meet you here in king’s landing. my apologies for not introducing myself sooner. lady serenei rogare, my lady.”

blood  stained  the  back  of  her  teeth  as  the  inside  of  her  cheek  was  bitten,  hard  enough  that  the  taste  of  copper  had  filled  her  mouth  as  the  council  was  dismissed  ─  catching  the  glance  that  ishan  had  extended  to  her  over  the  table,  she  had  remained  behind,  rubbing  at  the  back  of  her  neck  as  the  last  of  the  room  emptied,  leaving  them  alone  in  his  office.  ❝  what  was  that  look  for  ?  you  cannot  mean  to  reprimand  me  for  being  understandably  short  with  the  king.  i've  had  an  exhausting  trip  up  and  the  last  time  we  gathered  all  of  westeros  under  one  roof,  people  died,  though  the  king  seems  to  have  forgotten.  ❞  passionate  words  were  paused  as  she  looked  up,  remembering  who  she  was  talking  to  and  the  lost  he  had  suffered  that  evening.  spite  soured  into  regret  in  her  mouth  and  she  reached  one  hand  across  the  table  to  clumsily  grab  his  fingers,  brows  furrowed  with  remorse.  ❝  forgive  me  ...  forgive  me,  ishan.  it  has  been  a  long  day.  ❞

throughout the past week, elif never left his side. she saw him through his recovery and aeron was greatly appreciative of that. they were betrothed, yes, but that did not automatically give her any obligations to him and yet she willingly sat by his bed side until he awoken. he was aware of how complicated their relationship was but right now, aeron was willing to set those indifferences aside. on top of that, being at the wedding did not put him in the best disposition either; it was agonizing for multitudes of reasons however he was not one to dampen the mood. “im sorry i couldn’t take you to dance, lady elif.” he turned to his betrothed with a sad smile. “when i am fully healed, i promise to make it up to you.”