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@viperprincss said: ❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜ / deathless. ( accepting ) 

           “ Clever, then, but perhaps not so wise as I believed I was. ” The goblet of wine he was nursing over was half-empty by the time she’d joined him by the fire, robes wrapped around her nightgown and tired eyes. He had not spoken to his wife since the moment he’d faced a wall of spears which she hid behind - a result of his not crowning her, but the Stark girl as the queen of love and beauty. He’d said her name, and she had looked at him, but given him no answer.

          The rest of that day had been spent convincing his father that it had merely been a gesture of appreciation - no more, and no less. His father’s sick glee on the embarrassment Rhaegar caused house Martell in his actions still felt like a stone within the prince’s stomach, and his throat was sore from how he’d raised his voice at the king. Another slight his father would take ill, he knew.

          “ How can you stand to speak to me? ” the prince asked, tone low - lest they wake up the babe, asleep upon the bed behind them. “ I deserve only your anger. ” He’d told her - monotone voice murmuring over the roar of the hearth’s fire about his discovery, how Lyanna Stark had been the one posing as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, and how he’d discovered her. How his public acknowledgement had been thoughtless at best, and foolish at worst. How he’d thought he’d been clever. 

Eurielle  {Sentence Starters} | @viperprincss

A sad smile touched her lips, a hint of the sadness reflected in her own violet eyes, as she looked at Elia. Such a sweet girl, a princess in her own right, and bright, and kind, and as much as it pained her to admit to herself, her own son didn’t deserve someone as good as Elia. Of course she loved Rhaegar, he was her first child after all, but he worried her and so did his acts as of late. Still, her main concern now was the woman before her.

Even so, she understood how her good-daughter felt. The Red Keep had become a lonely place, it felt as if it were filled with ghosts rather than people. The guards keeping their watchful eyes on them, as if they were going to plot an attack on her brother-husband — as if such a ploy could ever be carried out with his paranoia. A lack of privacy only isolated them further, both from each other and their people. It only made the loneliness worse. But it was moments like this they could treasure, at least Rhaella did.

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Benjen’s overblown ire trailed Lyanna as she made her escape from their family’s tent. In the spring sunlight, her loud guffaws fell to a sly grin and feet carried her about. Joyous, light, free save a few eyes watching closely, she breathed deep of winter’s end and the thicker southern air.

Her path wound through the Westerlands and Dorne, the Vale and the Riverlands. All of them bloomed before her eyes as though bouquets. So much brightness of cloth that her own thawing North wore not. Golds, oranges, blues, and greens sprouting up on shirts and leathers and skirts until she came upon the Crownlands and their black and bleeding colors. Something bit at her as she rounded a Tully tent; she ducked into the shadows beneath a tree and watched the King’s folk live.

Heads higher than herself, quite a few chins lower than her own, they walked and cooked and smiled. In her shadows of the mid-morning, Lyanna stood, hand on a brown tree. It was then she saw Princess Elia quit her tent. Knights and ladies of lesser houses and lords all beneath her brothers? Lyanna’s chin would not lower a hair. But for the princess? Her mother’s warning tone whispered in her ear.

Her stomach stormed and swelled and threatened all as she walked toward the Princess, until she opened her mouth to speak. Then her head left her body far behind to riddle itself with nerves. “Good morning, Princess Elia.”

                                            THE REVELATION OF THIS GRIFF HAD LEFT Rhaenys in a state of confusion. Guilt was the heaviest emotion she carried with her now                       she might have been young and just a child but as the oldest of the two siblings, she should have PROTECTED him.

A dragon leaves nobody behind.

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       IT IS NOT THEIR FIRST meeting ever since his arrival to Dorne following their arranged engagement but even then, the first observation the prince took to memory was that of his betroth's smile. It was subtle at first, when addressing him in the expected polite and gracious manner, but he would glimpse at a true and wide display of her smile whenever her brother was present. Elia is a princess in her own right as so the dornish follow in the Rhoynar custom but everything about her thus far so led him to think she was nothing less than ROYALTY. Rhaegar knows that the reason behind their future marriage is the fact that there is no other bride of high enough status to wed the Prince of Dragonstone, and she already possesses some valyrian blood from a previous Martell and Targaryen marriage. Aerys had little option and the Princess of Dorne herself is a very able negotiator, securing mayhaps the most desirable marriage for her daughter, surely envied by many others. The dragon prince himself cared little for that however, and he would rather focus his thoughts in learning more of his dornish bride. 

Being hosted in Sunspear has been quite the pleasant experience, despite the difference in so many aspects from the Crownlands but most important of all, it granted Elia and himself the opportunity to know each other—As much as that was possible considering their circumstances. Being alone with the princess now, the sight of that more muted smile compelled the silver haired man to voice the honest compliment, and to his pleasant surprise; it earns him the sight of the smile he'd seen before and silently admired.

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“i didn’t know.” he swallows hard, his eyes flickering to meet hers. but he can’t bring himself to look for long, and so his gaze falls away again as he clenches his jaw. his head bows, and jaime exhales softly in a defeated manner. “i’m sorry. . . truly. i hope that pain does not define you forever.”