“My lord.”, the raven haired woman said, sinking into a quick curtsey, before turning her attention back towards Daenerys, though she seemed to wish to appear rather quickly, leaving the young lady with Viserys. His request left the woman from the Stormlands rather surprised, for her emerald eyes widened, while night coloured eyebrows rose.
For a moment Relena remained silent as her face regained composure. “While I would certainly enjoy being in your sister’s company, I could never make such a decision without my father permission.”, she pointed out. “I am his to command, after all.” And if there was one thing the lady was certain of, it was the fact that Robert Baratheon would never allow any of his children to spend more time with a Targaryen than what was absolutely necessary to keep up appearances, and he already did that rather grudgingly.
“Furthermore, I have already been missing the rest of my family during my journey here, and I am to return to Storm’s End soon, I doubt I could bear being away from the Stormlands much longer.”, she added quickly, not wanting to give the prince the impression that her father was still holding onto his old grudge, no matter how true that assumption would be.
Viserys gave a quick hmm of thought. “You may be his to command but I believe your father is my brothers to command should it come to that.” He commented before he listened to how she missed her family. Viserys understood that family was important to him just as it seemed it was to her.
Viserys looked at the Lady before him, knowing they’d have to part ways soon. The Targaryen Prince gave Relena a soft smile. “But of course. I understand. I hope you have a safe trip back to Storm’s End.” He gave a bow, taking her hand in his gently and quickly before placing a kiss on it and dropped it just as he had taken it. “Another time perhaps.” He mentioned, trying his best not to make any rash decisions or speak anything he might regret later. “It’s been a pleasure having you in Kings Landing.” Viserys knew soon she’d have to leave and he might ever see her again, but he kept himself as calm as possible.
A few weeks after Relena and the other guests had left, Viserys wrote a handful of letters addressed to Relena, hoping to hear back from her but so far no ravens had come from Storms End. Viserys had been in a sour mood as his last letter hadn’t been responded to and it seemed even Daenerys’s hadn’t either and he kept coped up in the small library and grew bored of reading he went to the gardens, feeling the need for fresh air and sunlight. Giving a smile as he watched Dany and one of her new handmaidens interacting and having a wonderful time.
He himself wished he had more interactions with the lords of the court, though he knew some still stayed their distance due to his father’s history. Though VIserys was glad whenever he got to see the Tyrell boys and what lesser lords would be friendly towards the Prince, but for now he was content enough. He learned from his brother and trained with the best of the Kingsguard when he had time.
Viserys’s attention was drawn from watching his sister when he heard his name and he turned around “Yes?”
it’s absolutely remarkable to me how trends (especially aesthetic ones) on tumblr spread like a viral disease. not that’s it’s necessarily a bad thing, but suddenly EVERYONE is doing the same stuff and while that is OKAY (i mean, if it’s pretty, people do it, that’s fine) it’s also RIDICULOUS how some people think that anyone that isn’t following the “cool kids trend” are not “good enough”. i actually heard someone saying once “i would rp with them but i don’t want my blog on their blog bc their blog is ugly and it’ll ruin my aesthetic”. honestly, your blog can have the freaking default tumblr theme, i’ll still rp with you if i dig your writing (because rp is about writing, not about icons/background themes/coding).
“Sansa, come here.” His voice was gentle as he beckoned the young girl closer, embracing her in a tight hug. “Shh. Shh. It’s going to be alright” This young girl, a perfect lady, sweet and loving was going to marry Joffery? Jory didn’t care for the young boy much but now…after what had transpired with Lady. Jory could skin him alive. “I’m here. I’m sorry Sansa.”
’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’
’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’
’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’
’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’
’ Say you’ll marry me! ’
’ I just don’t deserve you! ’
’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’
’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’
’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’
’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’
’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’
’ I’m not hungry! ’
’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’
’ Will you come down to dinner? ’
’ It would give me great pleasure… ’
’ We say please. ’
’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’
’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’
’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’
’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’
’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’
’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’
’ Oh, you look so… so… ’
’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a – little more off the top. ’
’ Maybe some other time… ’
’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’
’ Why did you come here? ’
’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’
’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’
’ Please… stop… ’
’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’
’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’
’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’
’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’
’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’
’ The master of this castle… ’
’ Wait! Take me instead. ’
’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’
’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’
’ Come into the light… ’
’ You have my word… ’
’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’
’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’
’ That’s not a request! ’
’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’
’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’
’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’
’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’
’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’
’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’
’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’
’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’
’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’
’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’
’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’
’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’
’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’
’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’
’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’
’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’
’ You what? How could you do that? ’
’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’
’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’
’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’
’ What’re you staring at? ’
’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’
’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’
’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’
’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’
’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’
’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’
’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’
’ Oh, it’s no use. ’
’ I don’t know how. ’
’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’
’ There’s a stranger here! ’
’ Pardon me, Master… ’
’ Leave me in peace. ’
’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’
’ I’ll show you to your room. ’
’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’
’ You must control your temper! ’
’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’
’ You… you came back. ’
’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’
’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’
’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’
’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’
’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’
’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’
’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’
’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’
’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’
’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’
’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’
’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’
’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’
’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’
’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’
’ You really believe that? ’
’ Be our guest. ’
’ Is it dangerous? ’
’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’
’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’
’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’
’ You mean, you never learned? ’
’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’
’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’
’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’
Goldnwulf 