#hamartialed

there is joy in singing, in music . it was not only for the praise for her beautiful singing . more than that , it is soothing somehow , to be in the shoes of someone else , being somebody else . to have lived the many lives of those whose stories weaved in colorful melodies that spark the delight back from whatever darkness she falls into . even only in song . ❝ i was told not many visit the gardens at this hour . ❞ there are but a few things from her childhood s he could keep , most must be left behind for they belong only to little girls . but not singing , not music . dyanna got to keep it . ❝ if it's too much of a bother , i could carry on elsewhere . ❞

denying himself the splendor and the awe of the structures in the capital is a sin , even to the old gods . others may condone blatant pretense but he will not . resentment rumbles beneath his skin , but he yields to the masterful hands that hoisted these walls to glory , he cannot say the same , however , for the bloodline that brazenly slights their gods time and time again . another figure looms close , and he was quick to acknowledge their presence , ❝ i can't get used to this . perhaps because we do not have a place like this in the north . ❞ perhaps it was right to indulge himself another look , soak himself in the grandeur for the wrath may once again fall upon them . only when it does , they will be in the safety of the north and their old gods . ❝ nothing as ... lavish , i suppose the cost would double , considering the transport alone . it must have cost a fortune to rebuild what had been destroyed . ❞

his steps were as firm and as certain as they were before , no amount of glory would change that . even with the well - meaning , congratulatory words that poured beyond what his hand is able to take , he kept the same inscrutable expression across his features . his intent will not falter , and he aims to ensure there will be no mistakes this time around . but what takes some getting used to is the name ... one that now drives him to avoid any opportunity of small talk . he gives an instruction to a queensguard , then dismisses him to return to his post but still keeping an eye at the other . ❝ it's been a while since we last saw each other . ❞ proven difficult it seems , with the influx of figures moving around the capital , new and returning , all of whom carrying with them intentions not always in service of her majesty . ❝ i assume things are well ? ❞

the events that took place called for liquor — and just when he thought he was past crawling back to its arms . he had but stumbled back into the glorious warmth and insensibility . it was the only state he can deal with hovering silhouettes of the red keep . ❝ go on , sit . i don't bite . ❞ he could not say the same for their royal host , though he was quick to hold back such remark . house targaryen has offered more than festivities to their guests , for they were served dragons , death , and deception . ❝ you're not going to just watch me like the rest of the court does , are you ? ❞ his lord father and those old men who have his ear worried for nothing . he does not intend to cause any scene yet ... not when things have gotten more interesting . ❝ because last i recall the union of two people is a joyous moment , is it not ? ❞

With  arms  full  of  books,  trudging  her  way  back  from  the  library  to  her  rooms,  Myranda  could  not  have  imagined  leaving  a  single  one  behind.  Poetry,  stories,  history,  each  one  of  them  a  spark  to  her  curious  mind,  ready  to  be  fanned  to  a  flame  as  she  had  her  entertainment  for  the  next  few  nights.  Her  arms  burned  with  the  effort,  shoulders  ached,  and  with  each  step  she  had  to  tell  herself  it  wasn't  too  much  further,  just  to  keep  herself  propelled  forward.  In  her  eagerness  to  put  them  down,  she  moved  faster,  taking  corners  with  more  speed  than  practical.  Foot  met  hem  of  her  dress,  getting  caught  and  sending  her  stumbling,  books  forgotten  in  an  attempt  to  remain  upright.  She  did,  just,  leaning  heavily  on  the  wall.  "Shit."  She  hissed,  rubbing  an  aching  wrist  and  looking  down  woefully  at  the  scattered.  "Fucking  damn  it."