#onecyed

send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

"my   uncle   jaime   is   a   kingsguard,   your   grace.   he   will   be   lord   commander   one   day,   i   know   it."   the   prince   intimidates   her.   reminds   her   of   joffrey   at   times,   though   joffrey's   character   is   loud,   she   knows   how   to   fight   against   it,   the   prince   is   often   so   quiet.   those   unreal   eyes   of   them   keeping   her   lock   in   place.   "if   you   wish   for   a   real   challenge   while   training,   of   course.   i'm   sure   he   can   provide   you   with   some   entertainment."   and   her   uncle   would   be   happy   to   put   on   some   real   training.   he   is   climbing   the   ranks   as   ease   as   she   learned   how   to   be   quiet   and   observe.   emerald   eyes   stare   back,   timid   smile   on   gentle   features.   "my   only   skills   are   dancing   and   games,   i'm   afraid   i   would   bore   you   too   much."

@onecyed asked: Promises are always made, and they are always broken. Always. THE WHITE PRINCESS.

"What   should   we   trust   then?   If   we   don't   trust   then   there   is   no   hope   for   anything   else."   Sara   knows   well   about   broken   promises,   doesn't   she?   The   girl   smiles,   knowingly   so   before   she   simply   adds.   "I'm   the   living   personification of promises   can   be   broken."   A   bastard.  

@onecyed asked: I never said I was a good man.

Good   men   do   not   survive   wars,   her   grandsire   would   say   and   the   young   lady   is   aware   now   that   is   the   truth.   The   Prince   had   never   struck   her   as   a   man   who   was   all   good,   but   he   had   shown   her   sides   that   many   around   the   court   do   not   get   to   see.   Pieces   that   are   proof   in   her   eyes   that   he   might   not   be   a   good   man,   but   at   least,   his   heart   is   good.   He   values   family,   in   a   way   her   own   would   never.   "I   know.   And   I   would   never   ask   of   you   to   be   one."   Can   she   forgive   the   struggles   of   war?   To   embrace   a   man   who   comes   from   battle   as   a   dragonrider?  

There was no fondness between them. The bitterness of Driftmark seemed to still follow them like a dark cloud, but she had never done anything to mend that. However, Baela had grown and had done her best to learn from her elders and the mistakes she had made. Aemond had also changed, but there was still that cold look in his eye. Baela hadn't seen him since that night, and now she could fully see the scar.

A fair exchange, they had claimed. Baela wasn't so sure.

Baela hadn't regretted throwing the first punch that night. Aemond had been disrespectful. Told them to find her sister a pig. The words he had said about their family. She hadn't known that the knife was brought, and it had caught her off guard to see the blood. They had to defend themselves that's what happened. Looking back now... It's possible that everything could have been handled differently but once more, they were children. Seeing Aemond now and hearing how dangerous he had become despite everything. Well, it was impressive but she wouldn't say that.

violet hues studied his face closely, pausing on the flex in his jaw for a fraction of a moment before continuing on along his face until she was staring into his eye. she had done her crying, eyes rimmed red she was sure, her grief for her little brother would know no ends. Her little Luke.

a shaky breath as Viserra waited for any sort of reaction from the man. Kinslayer. It had been whispered behind her back, how Aemond had easily over taken the boy and his dragon. the whispers brought about anger, betrayal, and more anger- though the princess was unsure if the anger was entirely from her brothers death or that she wanted comfort from Aemond. For him to hold her as she cried. Sit with her silently.

the thumb trailing along her lower lip made her swipe her tongue out to press against the flesh, head tilting back as amethyst hues stared up at him, his words only made the corner of her lip tug into what seemed to be the making of smirk - she would work for it , happily. It was something she had thought of many times over .