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"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."
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@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.
The promise to a man to his wife, broken and she stood there as living proof it was possible. "Doesn't mean we have to stop believing in them. That's what duty and honor are." Branches from a silent or loud promise.
@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?
Myrcella is not sure but she is not going to sit there and pretend she does not care for him, because she does. "All that matters is that you return safely." She has heard and seen of other ladies doing as she is doing now; a favor for a knight to wear in battle, like they often do in tournaments, and she moves to wrap the cloth of golden and black fine fabric around his wrist. "And when you return, I can pretend it was my favor that kept you safe."
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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.
❝ Are you asking why I am in this corridor or why I’m back in King’s Landing? ❞

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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.
Feet stayed firmly in place as he stepped towards her, needing to tip her head back to properly look at him. “It matters not who told me, only that I know. Only that you did not tell me yourself.”
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"Here to finish your handiwork?" Rhaenys snarled at Aemond from where she sat with her back against the wall of the cell, cradling her broken arm. She had been bad off with severe burns covering her torso and half her face but they had been treated so they stung more than agonized a moon after the battle. Unlike she had heard what Aegon was experiencing. That knowledge gave her the tiniest bit of contentment.
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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 .
slowly her own hands came up , unbuttoning at the trousers to pull them down , releasing his hardened shaft from its restraints as her hand came to wrap around the base , tongue poking out , running along the soft , veiny flesh , circling the head only to place her lips around him, plunging him into to the waiting warmth of her mouth . to give him pleasure , to be the one in charge when he was always the one was both different and pleasing , eyes redirecting upwards to watch the pleasure masking his features.