#wedthrice

A Song of Ice and Fire verse, with @wedthrice.

    ❛❛  little by ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ . . .  ❜❜   𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 eyes rapt on that tiny creature, safe in her palm b̳u̳t̳ ̳n̳o̳t̳ ̳f̳r̳o̳m̳ ̳i̳t̳s̳ ̳f̳a̳t̳e̳. sluggish, bitty limbs, verdant green and 𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘. the leaf on which it rests  ( ground beneath 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 feet )  will soon disappear.    ❛❛  'til e̳v̳e̳r̳y̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ is 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴.  ❜❜   

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓, a sorrowful but thankful smile pressed against lips. it had been a harsh, cold, loss filled night for everyone . . at times daenerys wondered if they would manage a victory. yet , that victory no matter how vital has cost many people many things. herself included. jorah namely among them—her trusted friend , her advisor , her protector. no matter how much he’s done wrong , jorah always found his way back to his queen without fail. for that , like everyone else , daenerys admired him greatly ! ; ❛ thank you, my lady. ❜ says the woman with the smile lingering on her lips before slowly dropping. their survival was a cause for celebration, but dany didn’t want the glory to just be on her shoulders. ❛ but , the debt & gratitude should be equally given to everyone who aided in defeating the night king. it wasn’t just me whom lost someone important or feel the loss of the brave soldiers who fought for the dawn. ❜ her dragons & dragon glass aided tremendously, yes. but it was also her dothraki , her unsullied , & the northmen. a hand reached out , skin warm despite the raging snow outside , to touch the others arm in a comforting manner. ❛ i trust you are fairing well after that long night ? ❜

he lifted the wine glass to his lips to conceal the cruel twist of his mouth. "oh, yes. even the ladies of france are keen to know him, madame. he'd have such lovely company if he would only reveal himself."

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓, but more of an observation on the other woman’s part. some time has passed since they’d last seen each other in which sansa has grown from the scared little girl into a woman who snarled her teeth & lady of winterfell. sansa remembers margaery & how kind she was , how caring. sansa hadn’t a friend in the world at the capital except for her , but now as she looks back on their time together she wonders . . was it genuine or , like everyone else , was margaery playing the game ? something sansa wants to ask , but it came later. ; redhead smiles , dimples settling into her cheek as a hot cup of tea is handed to the other. they settle before a fire , sansa’s cloak discarded. ❛ many people have underestimated me , ❜ joffrey , ramsay , littlefinger—where are they now ? dead. ❛ becoming wise didn’t happen from growing old , unfortunately. i had to learn lessons in a much harsher way than i expected. ❜ meaning her mistreatment by men. ❛ yet , those who’ve hurt me are long in their grave & i remain standing. ❜ did margaery ever expect that of her ?

"i  apologize,  I  was  not  aware  I  would  be  included  in  said  works."  by  all  means,  he  should  not  be  trusted.  his  loyalty  was  to  his  khaleesi  across  the  sea.  "are  you  quite  certain  you  wish  to  be  seen  in  the  company  of  your  disgraced  uncle?"  if  he  could  even  be  called  that.  most  of  his  nephews  and  nieces  barely  know  of  him  but  tales  of  his  disgrace.

 "as  long  as  you  do  not  feel  threatened  by  grey  wind,  m'lady.  he  quite  enjoys  hiding  and  playing  games  when  not  in  battle."  ferocious  he  is,  but  still,  there  is  hope  blooming  in  his  heart  when  he  sees  that  even  his  handsome  fearing  creature  can  stop  and  just  be  an  animal.  perhaps  there  is  some  hope  there  for  him  too.  his  clothes  far  too  heavy  so  he  removes  the  fur  cloak  and  shifts  to  move  to  sit  beside  her.  "are  you  quite  sure  you  wish  for  me  to  join  you?"

her  options  had  opened  and  perhaps,  she  could  have  a  better  match  for  her.  she  is  not  a  tyrell  of  highgarden  but  her  value  still  stands  and  elinor  is  willing  to  be  moved  on  the  chessboard.  "i  am  not  speaking  treason  of  any  kind,  my  lady.  I  am  simply  stating  the  fact.  my  mother  often  said  the  northmen  were  quite  brute  but.  .  .rugged  handsome."  she  would  not  mind  a  northman,  although  she  would  mind  the  north  and  it's  weather.