#naiveroyal

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character . @naiveroyal

        NOT PITY WHICH           glimmers soft in the eyes of the sea , but     sympathy.     she doesn’t know what it’s like to be royal she can imagine it’s pressures fathomless.     the depths of the ocean hold little to the shadows of a castle.     it might make one rough at the edges.     sharp , and harsh.     it’s not something she wishes to see for the girl.               ❛   no matter what , you shouldn’t let them take your softness from you.     i’d guess that it would be hard , in the place you stand.     but i think it’s most important not to let them twist you.   ❜

@godwrote, @naiveroyal has something to tell you!! ❤

        she’d had the servants bring tea and cakes in hopes it would lessen any tension there might be. the young woman before her was her GUEST; the last thing sansa wanted was for her to feel unsafe within winterfell’s walls. the air may be frigid outside, but sansa was no ice queen. she’d sworn to herself long ago that she would n e v e r be a queen that evoked fear in the hearts of her subjects. she hoped isabelle could sense that if only a little.          ❝  you may speak freely here, my lady. i wish only to offer you whatever ASSISTANCE i can. ❞          her voice was warm and gentle, and she smiled softly at the other woman.

                       it was not his wont to approach an evening out with such a solemn outlook. but, then again, it was hardly common to find royalty in attendance either. at least, it was so in his circles. and so it was with an uncharacteristically serious demeanor that he bowed at the unexpected introduction.    “  your highness --  ”    he smiled.    “  you honor us. i can only hope that you do not find our... humble gathering too tedious.  ”   //   @naiveroyal ♥︎’d

the other should know a little about her. ❛ i’m the prettiest poison you’ve ever seen. i never weigh more than one - fifteen. ❜

         “ i mean... time is ALREADY fake, you know? we just made it up. for the dead? it’s even MORE fake. it’s an illusion. time doesn’t mean anything to us. ”

        BITTER LAUGH SLAPS           wetly , sound no louder than the breeze but with as much force as the torrential.     incredulity.     maybe at any other time she might have been understanding.     she might have even tried to place a hand ‘pon living , warm shoulder.     comforted her.     but today she’s covered in blood , tastes it thick in phantom mouth.     copper.     metallic.     the loss of life.     the rough inhales she didn’t truly need anymore but couldn’t help but try to pull in through wet coughs and gargles.     that’s this time , approximately thirty - five minutes ago.     she’s in no mood for the living who mourn their lives.     she is not understanding today.               ❛   and you think you’re the only one ?   ❜