#queencfscots

             the SOUTH is something he’ll never grow used to, the streets are cracked, and filled with the poor. the sun is blinding, and burns him through his armor as he walks the streets as Tyrion Lannister’s newly appointed member of the city watch. his heart aches for the cool winds of the north, and the snow that never seemed to stop falling. but a life in the south was his only chance of living a longer life. as he turns a corner, he bumps into a well dressed lady, quickly assuming she’s of high blood, he apologizes, “forgive me, my lady, i was not paying attention. are you returning to the court?” he inquires, trying not to stumble over his words.

Dracula did break into a grin when his distant cousin Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland came running out to greet him, “Maricica.” He said in his native tongue since his young cousin could understand and speak it. He then offered Mary an embrace even though he was wearing his dragon armor and had a dragon hilted sword at his side considering it never stopped her from hugging him before. “Was I missed?” He teased slightly.

   Perhaps things at the convent were done differently -- or perhaps she expected things to just be casual between, after all, they were engaged to one another. But still he was not pleased by her sudden intrusion into his chambers, luckily no one else was inside with him, but it wasn’t how a queen or a future wife should behave in his opinion “Mary -- I told you to announce yourself before coming inside my chambers -- ”

                        she pauses this time. she’s already accused a COUPLE of women of being margaery, so this time sansa just smiles and thinks to ask beforehand.       “ my lady, your majesty, ”      a quick adjustment, in case it IS her lady sister, Queen in the North,       “ do you know me? sansa of house stark? if not --- you bear marked resemblence to my sister in law, jeyne of house westerling. ”

“Honestly, it’s ridiculously simple. First - you want to start by actually chilling your glass, I know people say it doesn’t matter once you add ice but believe me, it matters. Next you put a good measure of bourbon, top shelf, obviously - none of this dollar store stuff - some simple syrup and some bitters into a glass of ice and stir well. Really well. And then finally you just add a garnish of orange, or lemon if that’s what you want - I like orange better, brings out the bourbon. And there you have it m’lady, the perfect Old Fashioned.” @queencfscots