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♥:Your muse crying about something

She had heard the tears before reaching Sansa and her maternal instincts kicked in immediately, speeding her steps until she reached the young woman. 

✾ - tv series i love

Aside from GOT? Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, hands down. I’m a not-so-closet Marvel nerd, so :)

◆ - my opinion of you

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Tywin was many things. Proficient statesman, seasoned general, confident leader. Unfortunately, capable drunk was not one of those things. Somehow, probably because of some meddling or incompetent servant, he found himself in the little bird’s cage, and he smiled, trying to hide his stagger.

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Lions didn’t cower at the opinions of sheep, much less roses, that much was true - but there was something about the way in which Mace Tyrell greeted the little bird, pretty as she was, that made his hackles rise. She was Joffrey's betrothed, making her a Lannister in all but name - she was off-limits.

So it was with an almost-unseemly haste that Tywin crossed the room and laid a hand on the girl's shoulder.

The pillars of the Great Forum threw long shadows across the market stalls as Tywin Aurius Lannister finished making arrangements with leading supporters of the election campaign - bakers, moneylenders and shipwrights, for the most part. The slave traders had never been as supportive as other sectors, so it was as much of a surprise to him as to everyone else when the mercator hurried forward, to tell him that his dominus wanted to give him a gift of goodwill.

Yet, with the utmost poise, as would befit a true Roman, he followed, coming face-to-face with none other than Petyr Volucrum Baelish, venalicius extraordinaire and overall bad egg.

The swine explained what had happened on his latest voyage - praise be to him, but the Emperor Claudius had managed to conquer the southern tribes of Britannia, far to the north, even if he couldn't conquer his own wife. And, what's more, Baelish had been given the pick of the captured chieftains and their families to bring back to Roma - what better sign of power and status before the election than to own a northern princess?

And what a beauty - hair like fire, skin like porcelain. What better sign, indeed. And the price was reasonable - not too much, for Lannister was no fool; not too little, because no self-respecting venalicius would give away such a prize.

[text: Silver] …………..idk, how much did you drink?