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@greyjcy asked: "He looks at you as if he could devour you whole. Does it please you?"

Unlike   her   lessons   and   such,   Myrcella   scoffs   out   loud   and   practically   has   to   resist   the   urge   to   roll   her   eyes   at   his   words,   surprising   as   they   are.   Her   husband,   whose   bed   is   as   cold   as   the   water   that   surrounds   her   new   home,   seems   to   be   bothered   that   a   man   has   simply   shown   interest   upon   her,   if   perhaps,   in   the   courtly   manner.   A   tournament   had   been   gathered   for   the   Iron   Islands   and   Westerlanders   who   could   come   up   on   Pyke,   to   celebrate   a   new   era   of   peace,   if   such   a   thing   happens.   House   Marbrand   had   always   been   close   to   her   Westerland   roots   and   such,   she   had   greeted   one   of   the   knights   who   asked   her   favor   with   a   smile.   If   he   had   looked   at   her   in   such   a   manner,   she   did   not   notice   or   pretend   not   to.  

Men   were   men,   and   they   always   wanted   what   was   out   of   reach.   "Does   it   please   me   a   man   finds   me   desirable?   Perhaps,   as   it   seems   my   own   husband   prefers   the   bed   of   others,   after   all."   Myrcella   said,   releasing   the   grasp   he   had   on   her   hand,   keeping   her   voice   quiet   to   not   cause   a   scene,   so   close   to   the   dining   hall.   "Men   are   men.   You   devour   plenty   of   other   ladies   around   and   I   say   nothing.   One   man   shows   courtly   interest   and   all   the   sudden   you   play   the   angry   husband."  

@greyjcy asked : ⛓ (for Theon on his blog) Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter

The   heavy   oak   door   thudded   shut   behind   her,   and   Myrcella   did   not   flinch.   Sunlight   still   bled   through   the   carved   lattice   of   the   tower   window,   casting   golden   bars   across   the   stone   floor.   It   made   her   hair   shine   like   a   coin   just   minted,   and   she   knew   it.   She   stood   in   the   center   of   the   room   with   her   hands   folded   neatly   before   her,   the   picture   of   regal   patience—except   her   jaw   was   set,   and   her   chin   tilted   just   enough   to   signal   defiance.

Theon   hadn't   said   a   word   since   dragging   her   into   the   solar.   Not   by   force,   no—he   was   not   so   foolish—but   with   a   hand   firm   at   her   elbow,   a   murmur   at   her   ear,   and   a   look   that   promised   storm   if   she   refused.   Now   he   paced   behind   her   like   a   wolf   kept   from   meat.   “If   you   have   something   to   say,   Your   Grace,”   she   said,   the   title   curled   sweet   and   mocking   on   her   tongue,   “perhaps   say   it.”

Myrcella   turned   then,   slow   and   deliberate.   “A   princess   has   to   be   kind   and   mannered   and   receive   their   guest.   It   is   not   our   guest'   fault   that   you   sullen   the   mood   and   I   have   to   compensate.”   But   her   mother   had   told   her   that   men   do   not   just   stare   because   she   is   kind.   She   carried   Lannister   beauty,   and   Baratheon   name   and   wealth   and   many   knew   that   her   husband   does   not   share   her   bed   as   often   as   one   would   want.

And   perhaps   she   had   been   doing   heavy   work   for   that   to   change.   She   knew   her   duty.   And   what   she   desired.“I’m   your   wife.   You   cannot   claim   I   would   dare   glance   any   other   way   besides   what   is   appropriate.”   She   cannot   say   the   same   thing   about   him   and   rumors   of   mistresses.   But   that   was   the   nature   of   men,   if   her   own   father   was   to   go   as an example.   She   let   the   silence   stretch   between   them,   her   eyes   cool   and   steady,   even   as   her   heart   thrummed.  

@greyjcy asked: 6B (bc they deserve a little spice too)

Dayanna huffed as she got out of the carriage, helping her siblings down. They had come along with their father since he wanted to speak with the Lord and have his children try to connect to the children. His hope was one of them catching the eye of one of the Stark children and gain a marriage offer. Dayanna wasn’t interested in getting married off just to please her father, so today was more to spend time away from her chores back home. Her siblings raced off to find their own fun while Dayanna first made a stop in the godswood to honor the gods.

Once that was done she made her way through the halls of Winterfell to try and find herself a quiet corner to tuck in. The library was sprawling and she soon enough found herself lost in one of the older books that she could never hope to find in her own libraries. Dayanna was tucked into a large comfortable chair, ignoring the whole world as the hours widdled by. Eventually she pulled herself from the page, glancing out the window to see how low the sun was getting. They had arrived shortly after lunch so she wouldn’t have been bothered for a meal, but they were getting close to the evening meal.

Standing from the chair Dayanna yawned softly, putting the book aside. As she left the library Dayanna yelped softly as she ran headlong into someone. Blinking in surprise she stood up straighter, realizing she had run into the lord’s ward. “Ah, Theon correct?” She didn’t remember if that was his name, the Ironborn ward wasn’t usually the top of her knowledge since she rarely came to Winterfell. “I’m sorry for running into you.”

“Easy easy.” Alannys cautioned, sitting in the small row boat with her youngest. “Don’t pull to quickly or it’ll pull you in with it.” She had promised Theon some time alone together, and the best way to get that done was to leave the home fully and go out onto the waves. Woman of the islands were rarely on the raiding ships, but all of them knew some manner of sailing. They were still well within the sights of the castle, but far enough that they were bound to make some good catches. There was already a good start in their bucket, but she knew her sons well enough to know that Theon wanted a big catch.

The fish on the line had been fighting the boy for the better part of the hour, and she was sure it would be his big catch that he’d lord over the others when they got back in. She helped where she could, but she knew that he wanted to go it himself. Instead she busied herself with setting the bait on hooks for a net she planned to throw out. Alannys planned to teach him all manners of fishing, and net fishing was always her specialty and she wanted to teach him her tricks.

Finally the fish gave up the fight and when she saw what he was caught she couldn’t help a loud laugh. The large tuna blinked and gapped at them, though not as big as they could grow it had been large enough to put up a massive fight to her son. “Well done my babe! Look at that, isn’t he beautiful.” She helped bring the fish into the boat and looked it over. “Isn’t this going to be good. Do you want to bring it in alive or gut it here and take it in ready to be given to the cooks?”