The question had plagued her throughout the entire evening. Her cousin had hosted the party to celebrate another one of her many accomplishments as the CEO of the family enterprise. Margot had to force herself to step out of the spotlight, yet she could still feel the attention on her. While her many evenings out and many suitors graced every trashy tabloid, she would never be shunned for something as simple and stupid as a scandal.

Her attention was focused on the street so very far from them. Even his response did not draw her light eyes from her many lights below. Raising the flute to her lips, she took a sip of her champagne. “I always get what I want,” she responded simply as her hand dropped briefly to the large diamond that adorned her left ring finger. “Well, not always. Obviously.”

Turning and resting her back against the ledge, she glanced over the abundant crowd still in her penthouse apartment. “What else could you want? Half the women at this party are currently gawking at you and the other has already attempted to get you to go home with them.”

With her hand in Vlad’s hands surrounding hers, she leaned her head onto his shoulder. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was still slightly red. Émilie was still embarrassed about calling the man over while she cried about her latest heartbreak. She was certain that he was tired of hearing her stories and her feelings and dealing with her tears and anger. 

“What about Meera?” Bran frowns, looking up from the book on his lap and up at his sister. He furrows his brow slightly as he tries to recall the question he’s just been asked. “I mean yes, she’s a friend I suppose. Her house has been loyal to the Starks for hundreds of years. Joj- her brother,” He halts himself for a moment before forcing himself to continue speaking. “Her brother gave his life so I could become the three eyed raven.” 

RANDOM NUMBER GENDERATED - SINDAY #2

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |

Sansa’s piercing blue eyes moved between Ygritte’s countenance and her stomach. Within a few seconds, a bright grin began to form on her lips - her features illuminating with the prospect of possibly having a baby around again, since Rickon had grown out of his cute toddler years some time ago. “Have you told Jon yet?” She asked, taking one of Ygritte’s hands within her own.

Ygritte grins at her sister in law and shakes her head. “No not yet, I just finished the last test.” She holds the pink stick out to Sansa and puts a hand on her stomach. She and Jon hadn’t even been married a month yet but Ygritte couldn’t be happier, “I haven’t decided how t’ tell him. I-I kind of want t’ do somethin’ creative.”