#reachbloomed

        the room was crowded, but the lord of the reach had eyes for only one. he’d spotted katherynne across the room when he was in the middle of a conversation with a lord from the riverlands. the other man refused to cease talking and viktor’s only respite from his endless babbling was the looks he was able to shoot kat when the lord wasn’t looking. it kept him at bay for a little while, but still the lord showed no signs of falling quiet. eventually, viktor was left with no choice but to politely excuse himself. no time was wasted as he moved through the crowd, his eyes never leaving katherynne until he was standing before her.          ❝  would you join me for a dance, my love? ❞          a smile, the first of the evening, spread across his lips as he offered his hand to his wife.

“To see something is an incredible gift, and I’d have to agree, My Lady.” Ascar nodded and continued to gaze out at the snow-covered fields surrounding the Keep. “It’s strange, we can see in our own minds, sometimes the images we conjure there are so incredibly vivid we may as well have seen them in truth.” He knew exactly what it was to see the truth and have never left his home... 

“Yet, it never seems to compare to the feeling of truly being somewhere. These white fields seem almost too beautiful to exist in out world, yet... there they are, visible for our pleasure. It makes me wonder what other glorious slights exist in this world.” he turned to her and smiled, “I truly hope I get to see more before the Gods call for me.”

        it was a miracle he’d managed to hold himself together for this long. viktor had told himself that he couldn’t break down, not when it was kat that he needed to be thinking of. the heartache she was feeling must be twice as painful as his. he remembered vividly, painfully vividly now, how she had smiled when she’d told him the news. highgarden hadn’t witnessed a more joyful day than the day that katherynne told him that she was pregnant. viktor had picked her up and spun her around, his laughter echoing through the room. but now that day felt like a dream.

           he’d been at his wife’s side ever since the loss at occurred, comforting her and promising her that everything would be fine. but now he was alone in his study, and with no one to protect or be strong for, the wall he’d carefully constructed to keep his sorrow at bay cracked and crumbled. silent tears rolled down his cheeks. viktor didn’t even bother wiping them away. his tears weren’t just for himself, but for katherynne too and for their child, who was now lost to them.

tywin  lannister :  are  people’s  perceptions  of  you  important  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

jojen  reed:  what  is  a  dream  of  yours  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

arya  stark :  do  you  have  different  “ faces “  around  different  people  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

tommen baratheon:   were you forced to grow up too quickly?

brynden has been quite a guide for his father—it’s through the baby’s growing that he seems to count how long it’s been since the last time he’s seen his sister, remembering her reactions when seeing and holding her nephew for the first time just as bright as day. it is, perhaps, one of his favorite recent memories… and the gods know how hard it’d been for him to start working on them.

far from an unhappy man, to feel deserving of everything he has is still a concept klaus has to grasp and work in his life. his features deny his feelings well when he is surrounded by people he isn’t close to, people who can not read him, the scars always visible making his expressions seem harder and more serious than they actually are. quiet—that is the correct word to describe him; quiet, stoic, it always comes as a surprise to anyone when his lips tugs in a smile, or when his chuckle sound suddenly, hard to be contained when he is too amused. those occasions seem to be especially for his family, though—not many outsiders knew lord errol could actually be loose, even if mostly listening rather than talking.

katherynne, then, is one of those who make the hard features on his face soften easily. either from seeing her in front of him, as he walks towards her like he does now, or at the letters she writes him, to which he always can hear her tone through the words.

his deep blue eyes are sincere and transparent the moment he sees the petite woman, a smile bigger than his face opening as he approaches her. “my dearest sister,” his hands find her shoulders, holding her lightly as he takes a look at her, as if looking for any changes (and there are a few, of course) and signs that she’s been treated well . “it is so good to see you,” his voice becomes sweeter as he cups her cheek, now looking at her face. he doesn’t have to ask how she’s been, as he has been informed of everything the past few months, but he still looks for the answer in her eyes before pulling her close and into his embrace.