Sansa stiffens at his words and looks over at him, working to keep the fear out of her face. “No you don’t. If I had my way I’d be back in Winterfell, instead I’ve been wed. The least the Gods have done is allow me to keep my maidenhead.” She mutters. “Which Lord Tyrion has said I shall keep until such a time that I decide I otherwise.”
“Friends are.” Sansa says simply, though she’s not sure how much she and Margarey can really be friends. Margaery is the queen, married to Joffery. Sansa is simply the Lady of a great house and she doesn’t believe that Margaery would completely keep all of her secrets. “Where are you from Lord Bronn?” She asks politely, turning back to her work.
Shipping Call – Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 – friendship 💙 – kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 – past relationship 💜 – hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 – hateship ( enemies ) 💟 – friends with benefits ❤ – romantic relationship
One of my favorite topics: The Lord Who Creates All Beings. Working with Khnum is one of the most rewarding devotional relationships I’ve had to date in my Kemetic practice. For the Anon who asked me, here’s all you need to know!
So have some medicated ramblings because why the fuck not.
So Khnum, I think he’d make a great pick for self-care and shadow work. He’s got a lot of ties to transformation and keeping your nice and healthy, and he’s probably less pushy than Big Red.
I was looking through henadology, and here’s some crap I found:
Khnum’s
role of fashioner of the bodily form was not completed once and for all
before birth, but continued throughout life.
this makes sense to me
for spoonies, because you’re never really
“done”. self-care is a life-long process that has to be done on the
regular in order to stay functional. Seems you could always ask him to
help “refashion” you if you needed help improving your self-care
routine. And shadow work often refashions you in multiple ways.
“I
am Khnum, your maker! My arms are around you, to steady your body, to
safeguard your limbs,” (p. 98 in Lichtheim, vol. 3)
like what a champ.
the best cheerleader you ever saw. someone should draw that. and it seems like he’s more about being supportive when you need it, instead of yelling or getting frustrated like some other gods i know
an appeal by the deceased to his/her heart, the heart is called “the Khnum who prospers my limbs.”
make your limbs prosper, man. make your ib prosper.
Khnum
was also responsible for simple physical beauty
aww man go ask him to
help see yourself as being more beautiful, or finding comfort in your
own skin/form.
“A man posing as a noble to get close to you and anyone who would want to pay off to harm you.” He began to tell her as they made their way to the ‘safe room’ “That man thought I would help him.” There was clear disgust in his voice. “Help him in ruining peace.” Viserys was paranoid now, and everyone was now an enemy to him and could hurt Relena. He still held a protective grip on her, soon a few of her queensguard followed behind along with his own guard. “i wish it were as simple as manners.” Viserys had delt with slave masters, surely this would be easier then that. Just squash who was behind these plans and it would end.
“Lord Stark is going to your mother and Varys to see what their spies have heard.” He informed Relena, opening the door to the room and stationed his own guards outside and Relena’s inside by the door and led her to a nearby chair until his own mind led him back to the other guests. “Daenerys” He spoke under his breath, almost a whisper and he was caught between going out there to look for her and staying with Relena.
“She’s fine…She’s the Mother of Dragons. She’s with the Starks…With Lord Stark and the others.” He spoke to himsel, reassuring him that she would be fine, focusing his attention back on Relena. “Rel, do you need anything. Water, wine?” Viserys asked, already pouring himself a glass of wine and began drinking it, trying to calm his nerves. “Those who are planning this coupe will be dealt with accordingly.” He told Relena until his thoughts drifted back to Daenerys. “Something seemed off about the way he talked. Like he was trying to draw me closer as well like-” The threat of death loomed over him and Viserys froze. “Kill me and hurt you or worse…Get rid of any possible contenders to the throne and the queen and have what I can only assume they believe to be the true heir. Joffrey.” He couldn’t tell if it was his paranoia that was getting to him but he looked around the room, relieved that one of the Queensguard found a sword and handed it to him and Viserys made sure to sit near Relena once more as he grabbed the sword.
The news didn’t come as a shock to Relena, she had already expected the worst, what was shocking was the way everyone was acting especially Viserys. She didn’t want to make a scene while they were still in the hall, but as soon as she was ushered into a room, she took some distance to him. “I am not some child, who you or Lord Stark can make decisions for. I while I appreciate the worry, I will handle this on my own.” After all she was the queen and her father would have never let anyone else handle a situation like this, she was a woman, but that did not mean that she would stand by and allow men to decide for her.
“And just for the record, wine sounds like a horiibe idea in a momet like that.”, she warned him.
For a moment she watched the Targaryen ramble, not even half listening to what he said, before turning towards her guards. “Send Ser Barristan Selmy to protect the Queen of Meereen, right now, I will not have her harmed while she presides under my roof, if something happens to her, he will personally answer for that.”, the queen ordered, before turning to the other guard. “Send for the Lord Hand, he is to meet me here right now, furthermore I want the man in chains, on his knees in front of me.”, she commanded. As the man was about to leave the chamber, Relena’s gaze fell upon the silver haired man once more. “And call the Feaster, just in case we need him.”, she added.
Upon hearing him mentioned Joffrey, the young queen narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You need to calm down. You were a king in Yunkai, were you not? Our lives are always at stake, but we cannot act in such a way, not matter how close to death we come. We are royalty, we are calm and serene.”, the raven hair girl reminded him, the words slowly leaving her lips.
“No matter how hard it is, we must be above these matters.”
Relena’s heart was heavily beating within her chest, but she could not show fear, she was to face the man that tried to kill her and she wouldn’t let him, or anyone else win. She was a daughter of Storm’s End, the Queen of Westeros and she didn’t cower in fear.
Relena had remained so calm when here he was, not remaining calm. He heard her commands, breathing a sigh of relief at the mention of Daenerys. Her words towards him caused him to glare at her. “Yes I was. But..” It was here that he realized that he generally had his dragon and more then a kingsguard around him. “I was. But I also had my dragon closer to me.” He told her swiftly feeling calmed by her words and again noticing her similarities to Daenerys.
“You’re right. I’m a King.” He echoed, setting the goblet down and relaxed his grip on the sword. “I just don’t want anything to happen to Dany…” Viserys sat straighter in the chair and he tried to keep his thoughts at bay. “Or you.” He whispered the last part, his eyes almost unable to look at her, surprising himself at just all what he was feeling right now besides fear and paranoia.
It took a while but once everything was set in place, the man was bound in chains and brought to the Queen and Viserys stared at the man, waiting for him to make a wrong move, his sword hand on the hilt of the sword and he managed to pull himself together like he would back in Yunkai and as he would by Relena’s side. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of standing, but rather what he was doing, kneeling. Lord Eddard had brought the man to Relena. “You kneel before her Grace, Relena of House Baratheon and Lannsiter.
First of her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, charged with treason and attempted murder” Viserys stated trying to remind himself he was a King and he felt like he was back there, back in charge. Kingly once more.
Viserys waved away a member of the court, having finished his small talk with other court members he could hear the intentions and his voice. He held out a bag of coin to him and he dismissed the man who kept trying to push the bag onto him. “Listen you snake. I don’t want your gold. I’m content here and what I have. I won’t jeopardize anything for your sorry coin” He was seething with anger now, and he stormed off to talk with someone who wouldn’t make him want to murder someone in sight of all these people.
The man however was not going to stop his interaction with Viserys and he smacked the man’s coin purse out of his hands and reeled back, anger flashing in his face. “You will do well to shut your treason mouth if you want to keep your head.” The man started to laugh, thinking Viserys to be joking.
“I will-” He thought better of his burning threat given his father’s reputation post mortum. “My dragon could use a new chew toy. You seem to be the right size.” As soon as he spoke his threat, Lord Stark placed a hand on his shoulder and made a face. Both men exchanged words and glanced at Relena. He nodded, and went towards the Relena while Eddard took the man aside, a guard taking him discreetly away.
Viserys approached Relena, acting calmly as he strode fourth. “Queen Relena, I believe there is a matter to attend to with the small council. If you would.” Viserys whispered in her ear, a hand on her back, as he ushered her towards where Eddard had told him to take her. “This way. Please.”
For a moment Relena tried to overhead the noise, not wanting to interrupt the conversation she was partaking in, or rather trying to partake in, but at some point she couldn’t help herself and turned her attention towards the men. The Baratheon Queen was about to excuse herself and approach them, to find out what was going on, when Lord Stark had already reached them. Her emerald eyes were slightly narrowed, as she watched them.
At first Relena had just thought that it was just another lord or perhaps a knight that felt the need to insult her gust, but she was quite certain that if this would have been the truth Lord Stark would have been more than able to handle the situation on his own, without calling upon her. Therefore, the queen’s eyes darkened, when the Targaryen informed her that there was a matter she had to take care of. “Of course.”, Relena replied, forcing a smile upon her lips as she turned towards the ladies that were watching them. “If you excuse me, matters of state never seem to sleep.”, was as said, before turning back towards Viserys, her smile immediately fading. “What just happened?”, the young stag questioned quietly.
“I would like to think that this was just about yet another man that forgot his manners, but I somehow have the feeling that that is not the truth.”
“A man posing as a noble to get close to you and anyone who would want to pay off to harm you.” He began to tell her as they made their way to the ‘safe room’ “That man thought I would help him.” There was clear disgust in his voice. “Help him in ruining peace.” Viserys was paranoid now, and everyone was now an enemy to him and could hurt Relena. He still held a protective grip on her, soon a few of her queensguard followed behind along with his own guard. “i wish it were as simple as manners.” Viserys had delt with slave masters, surely this would be easier then that. Just squash who was behind these plans and it would end.
“Lord Stark is going to your mother and Varys to see what their spies have heard.” He informed Relena, opening the door to the room and stationed his own guards outside and Relena’s inside by the door and led her to a nearby chair until his own mind led him back to the other guests. “Daenerys” He spoke under his breath, almost a whisper and he was caught between going out there to look for her and staying with Relena.
“She’s fine…She’s the Mother of Dragons. She’s with the Starks…With Lord Stark and the others.” He spoke to himsel, reassuring him that she would be fine, focusing his attention back on Relena. “Rel, do you need anything. Water, wine?” Viserys asked, already pouring himself a glass of wine and began drinking it, trying to calm his nerves. “Those who are planning this coupe will be dealt with accordingly.” He told Relena until his thoughts drifted back to Daenerys. “Something seemed off about the way he talked. Like he was trying to draw me closer as well like-” The threat of death loomed over him and Viserys froze. “Kill me and hurt you or worse…Get rid of any possible contenders to the throne and the queen and have what I can only assume they believe to be the true heir. Joffrey.” He couldn’t tell if it was his paranoia that was getting to him but he looked around the room, relieved that one of the Queensguard found a sword and handed it to him and Viserys made sure to sit near Relena once more as he grabbed the sword.
Viserys gave a slight laugh as she laughed, realizing she didn’t believe him but let it play out. “You’re right. I’m a fool not to believe you would see behind the lie” He commented.
He himself smiled when he saw her smile. It was the briefest of smiles but he couldn’t help but think she would take the ring. She would wouldn’t she? The smile and her words…His face fell as she went on to speak, and the nerves that had started to subside turned into a churning of disappointment. Viserys clamped his hand over the ring, feeling foolish now, for not realizing earlier what a ring of all things could have meant. If only Lord Eddard had-No. Viserys told himself. He couldn’t blame Lord Eddard. It was himself who had decided on a ring.
He looked back at the ring, unsure of what to do with it. Part of him wanted to throw it and another part of him wanted to just give it to her no matter what anyone would think, but he put the ring on his nightstand and gave a deep sigh shaking his head at his own actions. Once Relena had left, he waited, exiting his room once he had given Relena ample time to get back to the court. As he passed a hallway he paused, gathering himself before he was seen by the public again. Making sure to make small talk with the Lords and small council, answering and asking questions and talking about the current state and affairs of Westeros.
When Relena rejoined the other members of court, she soon found herself in a conversation with a few ladies, her eyes glancing back every now and then to see when Viserys rejoined them. She didn’t mind having him at court, at least not as much as in the beginning, but when she saw the Targaryen talk to members of the Small Council, her mood darkened. The main reason that she hadn’t married yet, was the fact that she lived in constant fear of her husband trying to usurp her power, and she just couldn’t help herself, but think that Viserys was already paving his way to doing so, when she saw him talk to her Council. The thought was silly, at least she hoped it was, but Relena just couldn’t shake of the foul mood this thought had brought her.
Over and over again she looked at them talking, wishing she would know what they were talking about, but she couldn’t just leave the ladies standing there and the queen was aware of the fact that she could seem childish if she rushed over to the men.
Therefore, the raven haired girl had no choice but to put on a fake smile and try to at least pretend to be listening to the other female, but no matter what she told herself, she could not stop her eyes from wandering towards them. Once she even caught herself trying to read off of their lips. Oh what a fool the paranoia had turned her into.
Viserys waved away a member of the court, having finished his small talk with other court members he could hear the intentions and his voice. He held out a bag of coin to him and he dismissed the man who kept trying to push the bag onto him. “Listen you snake. I don’t want your gold. I’m content here and what I have. I won’t jeopardize anything for your sorry coin” He was seething with anger now, and he stormed off to talk with someone who wouldn’t make him want to murder someone in sight of all these people.
The man however was not going to stop his interaction with Viserys and he smacked the man’s coin purse out of his hands and reeled back, anger flashing in his face. “You will do well to shut your treason mouth if you want to keep your head.” The man started to laugh, thinking Viserys to be joking.
“I will-” He thought better of his burning threat given his father’s reputation post mortum. “My dragon could use a new chew toy. You seem to be the right size.” As soon as he spoke his threat, Lord Stark placed a hand on his shoulder and made a face. Both men exchanged words and glanced at Relena. He nodded, and went towards the Relena while Eddard took the man aside, a guard taking him discreetly away.
Viserys approached Relena, acting calmly as he strode fourth. “Queen Relena, I believe there is a matter to attend to with the small council. If you would.” Viserys whispered in her ear, a hand on her back, as he ushered her towards where Eddard had told him to take her. “This way. Please.”
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