#ledbyachild

“If cotton and polyester is date material then, yes, yes you are most definitely date material.”

“Of course it’s date material, this is quality merchandise. And it’s on my body.”

Ask me Top 5 anything [accepting AKA PLEASE STOP THE BACKSTREET BOYS SHITPOST FEST]

NOT IN ORDER

1. Stiles

2. Scott

3. Allison

4. Issac

5. Jackson

      ❝ Wake up, princess, ❞ Raven murmured, gently touching Clarke’s shoulder in an effort to wake the sleeping girl.  The sun was spilling through the glass window panes, tendrils of light stretching across the floor to touch the girl Raven was trying to wake, ❝ Princess, it’s morning, and I think the queen might have us both executed if you’re late again. ❞

      She touched the girl’s shoulder once more, this time giving it a light shake.  It was like this most mornings, Raven - who herself had been awake since before dawn - entering Clarke’s chambers in a vain attempt to get her to start the day at a reasonable hour.  It rarely worked, of course, and without fail, Raven would end up practically carrying the princess through the halls to get her to breakfast with the Queen.

      One would never hear Raven make one sound of complaint, however; she loved her duties, loved her Princess. That, of course, she would never admit to anyone - she barely admitted it to herself.  She loved the young woman asleep in front of her, loved her more than how a guard was supposed to care for their charge, more than how even a proper young woman was to care for another.  

      Raven could have leaned down then, brushed a kiss to the temple of the sleeping princess, but she knew she never would, knew that no matter how much she cared for Clarke, she would never - could never - act on those feelings.  She would be satisfied with her duties, satisfied with the friendship she was able to have with the princess.

Standing on the dock, Sansa watched the ships in the bay. One particular ship had long since faded into the distance and yet she still continued to watch the horizon where it disappeared. The tears on her cheeks the only ones she had been able to shed in sometime. And she only shed them for one person. T

he woman who had been the closest thing she had had to a friend in Kings Landing sailed away on one of those ships that morning. Shae had told her that she had had her fill of the Capital. That she had been given another offer and it was time for her to be moving on with her life. As much as Sansa didn’t want Shae to leave, she understood. If Sansa could be anywhere but the Capital, she would have been in a heartbeat. She was happy for Shae, but she was sad to see her go. 

Hearing soft footsteps on the dock behind her, Sansa quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, but did not turn to greet whomever was approaching her. “Lady Sansa.” She heard a familiar voice say. Bellamy, she realized as she slowly turned to look at the two people who had joined her. He had come up not too long ago from Dorne. A representative on behalf of Prince Doran. 

She nodded to him greeting him before he directed his attention to the girl standing just slightly behind him. She was a soft looking girl, her hair was as blonde as any of the Queen’s children and her eyes were an icy blue color. She was beautiful that much was certain, and she could see the light in Bellamy’s eyes when he introduced them that he thought so as well. 

Curious. She thought to herself but pushed that thought aside to consider much later. He informed her that since she was in need of a new handmaiden, as if it wasn’t hard enough for Sansa to accept, that this girl would be the one to replace Shae. Taking a slow deep breath she nodded and Bellamy turned to leave the two of them alone, but not without a meaningful glance in the girls direction, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary before he left without a second glance back at them.