#samuel coldwell

What it makes me laugh the most, isn't so much the difference between her and James (that holy shit, seeing it it's something else*) but the fact that Rose built a reputation when she's.... That thang. 😂 The closer you're to hell... The only one there that couldn't recoil is Jared.

Last year when I found Little Lou's fc made me laugh that the actor is that tall and I kept it because Samuel was a little shit towards Rose when was growing up so karma came and kicked his ass. Little Lou is avenging his sister 🤭

House Coldwell is relatively new. Founded around 80 years ago, it was their great-grandfather who founded it after the Targaryen ruling in that moment gifted the lands in the Reach to him. It took over a decade, but finally the new lord had his castle named Thorn Tower. For three generations nothing happened until a night, 15 years ago, the five new Coldwells living in there woke up with the sound of horses whinnying and the knights yelling and setting everything on fire. Rose, back then only 15, took Louis (4) and ran away. Samuel (13), tried to fought next to his father but the last command Lord Coldwell gave him was to hide with his two siblings. The three escaped but their parents didn't. The knights charging against the castle and its owners and finished with their lives. They even killed the servants. They thought they killed the three children, too.

It happened in just a couple of hours. Fast enough for the knights to escape because all this happened in the back of the Kingdom and the Tyrells ruling over the Reach. None knew what happened until much later when they saw the ruins of the castle and the corpses.

To protect themselves, the children changed their names to Flowers.

The heirs bastards:

And how they survived, how the bond Rose-Samuel is completely broken and Louis' fate is part of the story.

The first time Samuel Coldwell realised that the song calmed her was the first night they spent together as father and daughter. Mary was tired and asleep still at the hospital's bedroom but Rose despite she was feed, was crying. Rose was fragile and small. She was the smallest thing he ever saw but she was his girl and he still couldn't believe it. When Samuel sang the song as lullaby, it took the newborn only few verses before falling asleep. The one crying, in silence, this time was him, looking at his baby.

As the years passed, few things changed between them. Once, when Samuel came from work and found his daughter on the floor with tears in her eyes. Around her, Barbies and other dolls were surrounded by clothes that Samuel knew most of them were made by Rose herself with pieces of clothes that her grandmother gave her.

"Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong?"

"I suck," the six years old girl said looking at him. Her eyes were red and so was the tip of her nose. Samuel wanted to smile, but didn't, respecting her mood. "I tried to do a new dress but it's awful and ugly and I can't do anything nice."

"That's not true, Rose. I think these dresses are quite pretty, love. But if you don't like it, all you need to do is start again. Don't let the frustration win."

The girl still sobbing opened her arms and her father embraced her against his body, she hid her face in his shoulder. "I love you, Rosie. You're going to be the greatest designer, sweetheart. Just keep trying, baby."

"I love you too, dad. I will."

"Sing with me, Rosie," he said caressing her head and smiling at the girl. "...Chiquitita, you'll be dancing once again and the pain will end..."

"No, dad!"

"Come on, Rosie. Make your ol' man happy," he insisted and started to sing again waiting for his daughter to join him and as Samuel predicted, it happened. Alone in the house the eldest Coldwells sang together until the girl felt better.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"I'd like to. But not if it's yours, you are a horrible cook, dad."

Samuel chuckled "I know, but I prepare the best tea in whole England."

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"Try once more, like you did before..." sang a 30 year-old Rose tired and with tears in her eyes, while she deleted the sketches for her next design and started again.

"..sing a new song, Chiquitita..."

The song in her head sounded like the voice of her father, but she didn't realise that.