#ladyruled

@ladyruled asked: ❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜ (for young tywin)

@ladyruled asked: “ oh cub , someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky . ” ( from here . )

"how   can   I   ever   meet   such   a   man   when   every   man   I   meet   must   be   approved   first?"   none   of   the   suitors   she   knows   of   are   worthy   of   being   called   such   a   thing   in   her   mind.   the   more   she   grew,   the   more   she   understood   the   place   a   princess   like   her   has   in   life,   and   the   more   control   her   mother   has   in   court,   the   less   myrcella   has   in   her   life.   "mother   confides   me   to   the   keep   at   all   times   and   i'm   stopped   from   returning   to   dorne."   is   the   betrothal   with   prince   trystane   off?   has   she   been   sorted   out   without   much   of   a   goodbye   for   some   ill   reason?   the   princess   sits   beside   her   grandmother,   looking   over.

@ladyruled asked: 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes ( for tywin )

There   is   a   quiet   frustration   in   the   Lion   Lord   as   he   looks   over   at   his   reflection.   Lately,   it   seems   all   of   their   children   have   found   a   different   way   to   get   on   his   nerves.   As   long   as   he   lives   and   he   is   their   father,   he   will   make   the   decisions   in   the   household,   nasty   rumors   to   be   put   down   to   shame   once   and   for   all.   "None   of   them   truly   understood   how   this   works.   Fools,   the   lot   of   them.   Jaime   understands   it   and   has   no   interest   in   it.   There   is   still   hope   there,   if   I   can   get   to   him   in   time."   Cersei   was   a   lost   cause.

@ladyruled //

Tyrion tossed and turned on the small futon they had given him in his new quarters, the fever of infection having taken root sometime in the night. Between his breaks of consciousness, the sound of steel against steel filled his head and all around him the burnt, broken bodies of men surrounded him, their hands outstretched as if to beg for his help. The further he pushed them away, the closer they came, until they surrounded him in such numbers that they became almost monotonous. Features blended together to create one terrible wave of horror that he could not escape from.

When he finally had the strength to pull himself from his nightmares, he thought he caught a glimpse of a golden glow at his bedside. It was a familiar sight, one he had thought he'd seen many times as a child. Briefly he thought perhaps it might be his mother, but she would not come here. Not for him. Perhaps it was his sister there to torment him, but he doubted she would make the trip to his quarters either.

Would that I were Jaime, he thought. Then they would both be here by his side. Would they mourn for my face? Would they weep to see me suffering so? I doubt it.

Yet he was not Jaime. His time on the battlefield had made that abundantly clear. He rolled over, trying to block out the halo of light shining at his feet. What once was a comfort now burned to look at.

@ladyruled asked: ❛ it is important to refuse to be intimidated. ❜

"I'm   not.   But   it's   also   wise   to   know   a   dragon   in   our   shores   is   not   something   either   of   us   has   dealt   with   before."   Aegon   they   call   him.   The   dead   son   of   the   Prince   her   mother   keeps   dreaming   about.   She   was   brought   back   from   Dorne   for   safety   though   she   will   the   first   to   say   that   she   might   be   safer   in   Dorne   than   in   King's   Landing   or   the   Rock.   Another   dragon   looms   in   Essos,   who   knows   when   that   one   will   return.

"So   I   suppose   this   make   us   twice   family   then.   That   is,   if   there are no more   objections   to   my   nephew   marrying   your   granddaughter."   He   had   to   wed   Cersei   Lannister   for   Tywin   being   tired   of   her   exercise   of   power   in   the   trials   against   Tyrion.   Oberyn   might   had   won   the   trial   and   avenged   part   of   his   sister's   death   by   taking   down   the   Mountain   but   the   head   of   the   operation   remains   alive   and   yet,   he   gives   him   his   daughter   and   a   granddaughter   for   his   nephew.   Neither   he   or   Cersei   are   pleased   with   this   arrangement   but   he   had   heard   it   before,   when   he   was   young,   a   passing   thought   now   turn   reality.