Meme sentence starters / Accepting

Sitting  on  the  couch,  he  heard  the  keys  turn  and  the  door  open.  The  look  on  her  face  as  she  stepped  inside  already  revealing  the  good  news  before  she  spoke  them  and  was  pulled  into  a  hug.  Unable  to  contain  his  own  excitement,  he  finally  confesses  the  plan  he  has  had  from  the  beginning,  confident  that  things  wouldn't  go  any  other  way  when  she  had  such  talent  ❝  stop  smiling  at  me  like  that,  I'm  trying  to  be  serious.  ❞  yet  there  was  no  trace  of  the  annoyance  he  might  have  tried  to  show  because  the  Lannister's  expression  had  already  drawn  the  same  look  onto  his  lips.

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wine, tyland has come to learn, loosens his tongue to a truly perilous degree, at times. by the grace of the gods, his niece keeps his confidence as securely as the vaults of the iron bank keep their coin, and cerelle is the only one present to witness this latest unravelling. arbor red sloshes over the sides of his cup as he sets it down, rather harder than he had intended, and tyland flicks the excess from his fingers with a sharp, impatient snap of his wrist. ❛  that... is poison, poured in your ear by your wretched father, and all the miserable men that have come before him. you are more than a commodity, chattel to be sold at market. you are—  ❜ he stops himself before the words my daughter come spilling from his lips. takes a measured breath to steady himself, before he continues. reaches for the near - empty pitcher of wine, to refill a cup not yet drained dry to keep his hands occupied, more than out of desire for another swallow of the thick, cloying drink. rarely does he dare to speak so freely, even with his little lioness, and certainly he bites his tongue more oft than not when it comes to his brother's faults, but the idea of seeing cerelle sold to some lecherous old man for nothing more than the advancement of jason's position — it is not to be borne. ❛  you are my niece. a woman with a heart and mind of her own. you are a lioness of the rock.  ❜

↪ PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME / accepting.

that is true. aurane has his head in cerelle's lap, staring aimlessly up at the ceiling with a frustrated sort of tilt to his mouth. the blonde curls of her hair create a canopy as she seems to watch him, and the prince exhales, frustrated.

" yes, and i have told him as such. you know my brother -- he is less willing to listen the more someone speaks. he cannot think rationally, sometimes, our king. " was saying this treason ? perhaps, but no one can doubt aurane's loyalty, especially as he's in each small council meeting, attempting to ease the war - minded thoughts of his twin. he's had little success, and those that lie often hold much of his attention. the lies of how much coin they have, how many men, how easily they may win this or that battle. much of that relies on vhagar, or even syndor, though aurane has argued against bringing his own dragon into battle.

" . . . and the more i think on it, the less i am able to do. maybe there is nothing to be done, and i must watch him suffer the greater for it. some protection i am turning out to be. " the sarcasm is biting, and with a hint of anger in his voice, aurane sits up, rubbing at his eyes. he turns back to face his wife then, doing his best to ease his tone. " but . . enough on council, for today. i need to get air. do you wish to walk with me ? "

𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀. nothing about what has happened has been beautiful ... countless were killed, her children are gone, rhaenyra had been murdered herself & just as alicent feard from the time she was a girl--she is alone. alone, sad, not longing to be in this place for much longer. the gods punish her now for her hand in all of it, rooted in misunderstanding or not. sin is sin, death is death, & she had things to pay for with her suffering. is that what she deserves ? a question asked to herself many times as she lay restless in the dark. ( she gave up her children for rhaenyra. she stood idle as otto met his end. she betrayed those who had been loyal to her. perhaps it was what she deserved yet alicent had been a girl once, she was innocent once without the slightest notion of pain or despair. it was all she knew now. ) eyes stare out window at murky sky from were disgraced queen sits, handkerchief held loose in her palm.

@westsgem SAID, " SURVIVAL IS NOT BEAUTIFUL. "

myrcella reyne (westerlands girlies !!)

audric storm (if cerelle is in need of a hedge knight, he's got her !!)

trystane sand (alternatively, if the lannisters need the services of the gold company, give him a call !!)

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alyssa strong ( alyssa can give her a play - by - play of a joust and cerelle can cheer her on in the training yard, we love girlies with different vibes queening out together. )

falyssa farwynd & wulfe drumm ( well, we know cerelle just loves the ironborn... )

lucerys velaryon ( i have at least one verse on this blog where he's duncle tyland's obnoxious little apprentice, they can fight to the death over being his favourite child. )

maris baratheon ( let them be mean girls together, i beg. )

raymun fossoway ( he has absolutely no business even speaking to her but i do think this would be a very funny unlikely friendship. )

@westsgem asked: ❛ why do the gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves ?

𓍼ོ ─── lords of great houses negotiated betrothals the way they negotiated treaties, weighing words over goblets of arbor gold. 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 of 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇, of course, was no different. baelor would listen as the man gilded youth and gentleness into virtues sufficient for 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃. he found it amusing, however, that she found herself emboldened 𝘁𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁. still, “i have asked myself the same,” he said, almost idly, as though confessing to nothing more than a passing curiosity. “𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺?”

there was a time when he’d sought the answer in the annals of dead kings, reading their failures the way a sailor reads reefs — as a warning. “𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗲?” it was how 𝒶𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓇 had done it, he supposed, and history had been kind enough to forget how many had died for it. “𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵?” like his namesake, 𝒷𝒶𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹, who had loved his gods so purely and his people so completely that he had forgotten a king must also love his kingdom — and starved himself into sainthood while the realm went ungoverned around him.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ “𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘁.”

her father stilled upon his say so. baelor had caught it from the corner of his eye when she’d first asked him about it, how his gaze settled on his daughter with that particular weight fathers reserved for children when they’d said the wrong thing. the severity bled out of him then, and baelor smiled, tipping his chalice against her father’s. “𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻 — 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱. 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿…” his eyes cut back to her then, and he inclined his head — just once, just barely, the way a man does when he has decided someone had earned it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ “… 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.”