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#🇮🇪 outofwesteros: ramblings of the mun #currently working in drafts

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Lady Alicent​:

The feeling of his head against her own did sooth Alicent a bit, far more than she was expecting. It was rare to see this side of the prince, Rhaenyra had been the one to speak of his kindness and he had never been horrible to her, but she would forever be grateful that he found her in that moment. The tears still fell as her emerald hues found his, looking up as she finally took a deep breath. “You will?” She managed, feeling something akin to hope for the first time that day, she had no idea how he would manage that but if he could save her she would be forever grateful to him.

Daemon watched as she looked up at him, in here eyes he could see traces of hope and desperation. No one should find themselves fearing the future, “I will, I promise.” He was a man who kept his promises, only not doing so when the gods themselves stopped him from doing so. “Who is it that wishes to marry you to my brother?” He was already certain he knew the answer, but he did wish to confirm it. Once he had it confirmed that Otto was the one behind this outrageous plan, then he could start to plot exactly how he was going to stop it from coming to fruition.

#bcbliophile #🐲 the rogue prince: daemon targaryen interactions

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Princess​:

What was it about Ser Harwin Strong that always seemed to give her what she needed in the moment she needed it most? She remembered how he had looked at her when she returned to camp with the boar after she had spent time feeling so invisible. Ser Criston tried to help her the best he could as her sworn shield, but even she felt that he was only doing so out of duty. Rhaenyra was so unsure of where she stood with some of the people, more so the men, in her life right now so she needed this distraction. 

Her smile went from one that was forced to something a bit more genuine at him admitting that he found the conversation at the party tedious. She found that she could relate because Alicent’s rambling of tapestries made her feel the same way. Who cared about tapestries that much anyways? At his question for a walk through the gardens though she nodded her head and took his out stretched hand as she got to her feet. 

“I do find their politicking to be a bit tiring at times myself and the conversations to be lacking.” Anything to get away from the suffocation of those that were around them and the pressure to be on display. “A walk of the gardens would be most welcome for an escape.” She let her hand linger in his the whole time that she was speaking as she looked up at him. Her mind was going back to the parade of suitors trying to even remember if she saw Ser Harwin’s face in the sea of men that offered themselves to her. It mattered not if he was as she debated something that was not heard of in the back of her mind as she allowed him to lead her to the gardens. 

A beaming smile graces his lips, when he sees her smile gain a little more life to it. He could not recall the last time he had seen her smile be quite that genuine, but he was certainly glad that he had some small part in it’s presence. He wanted nothing more than to keep making her smile, ever since they were younger he’d seen it as a treat when they would get a chance to talk and she would smile because he had made her happy about some thing or another. His favorite thing was when he could get her to laugh.

When she accepts his invitation for a walk in the gardens he lifts her hand to place a chivalrous kiss on her fingers. “Let’s not linger, else someone drag us into some other boring conversation.” He had not joined in her parade of suitors, despite his interest in seeing if he was a compatible companion - an interest that had formed upon seeing her return to camp with the boar. He wanted her to take notice of him on her own, not be dragged before her like some piece of meat.

“How fared the tour? If I may ask, you are home earlier than was expected.” Harwin noted softly as he lead her away from the crowd. No news had reached King’s Landing of the results, however, he did have news of the incident with the Blackwood and Bracken from his brother. While he wondered if the tragedy had played a part in her decision to cut her tour short, he wanted her own feeling on the matter before he made assumptions. He also had a feeling that it was something that she needed to get off her chest.

#incissam #💪🏼 sworn shield of the princess of dragonstone: harwin strong interactions #💪🏼 harwin strong au: and he was the one that she chose

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Aly​:

Alysane had to restrain herself form simply headbutting her sister at the hold, knowing it was being done to keep her from slamming her fist into the messenger or the wall near them. “I want….” She started in a heated voice before biting her tongue. Her temper would get her no where fast and Dacey wasn’t stronger then her, but was the better grappler and could keep her pinned.

“I want to find him and get answers. Jorah would never have done this.” Her voice was a hiss “That fucking Hightower woman had to have done something. None of them are ever any fucking good and the women seem to be the worst of them all.”

Dacey’s heart broke to see her sister suffering, to see Alysane’s heart break before her very eyes. She found herself cursing their cousin for his stupidity. If he was the one who had done this he had shamed the whole of their house. If it had been his Hightower wife and he had taken the fall for it... he was an even greater fool.

Regardless of the answer it was not going to be easy, and it was definitely would not bring their family any piece. No, there would be no good that came out of either answer. Aly deserved the answers, however. “How do you propose we look for him? He has a head start and we know not which direction he has fled in.”

#astormofsilk #🎭 to the victor goes the glory: request only muse interactions: dacey mormont

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Mother​:

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@neithergodsnormen for Oberyn and Loreza

“Hold very still young man.” Loreza cautioned Oberyn as she carefully trimmed at his beard, her knife sharp enough that if he caused her to slip she’d be down a son. He didn’t really need her help with this, but the benefit of being a mother meant that she could tell him what to do and he’d listen. Despite her age Loreza’s hands were perfectly still and she didn’t hesitate as all despite how close the razor was to his neck.

Leaning down she kissed at his forehead, setting her knife aside to brush the hair she cut from him. “There, now it looks like my son is here not some ruffian that snuck into my rooms.” She teased him before kissing his cheek and leaning away. Loreza hadn’t agreed to Oberyn’s exile because of what happened to the Yornwoods, and had protested it the entire time he was gone. And had gotten even louder when her grandson had been sent away to them. All over a wound that if had been anyone but her son would’ve been a tragic accident.

They were getting to high on their own thoughts and she had mental plans to remind that family who was the one who ruled Dorne. If the Yornwoods thought this gave them power over the Martells they had another thing coming.

Humming softly she rubbed beard oil into his face before finally pulling away and giving him his own space again. “Alright you’re free if you want to race away from me, just give a kiss before you take off.” Loreza teased her son again, setting her tools aside and recapping the beard oil she used. “Though I would like to talk about some things whenever you’ve got a moment to give me okay?” She asked as she wiped her hands clean on a wet towel.

When his mother had asked him to sit, had told him that she wished to shave his beard as she once did when he had first started to grow a beard. When she had last done so it was before he had gone to the Citadel to learn from the maesters. That felt like lifetimes ago, he let a sigh out, thinking about how life had been so much simpler back then. Elia had cried the day he left for Oldtown, and his mother had insisted on getting him ready.

He had not understood why his mother had wanted to fuss over him at the time, now that he was a father, now that he had his daughters, he fully understood the desire to hold onto them for as long as possible. The first time that Nym had went to Volantis to visit her mother without him he had fussed over her as much as his mother had done him all those years ago. His heart ached as his mother teased him, reminded of those simpler times, wishing that his sister would pipe up and scold their mother for taunting him.

When she rubbed the beard oil into his shaven face he watched her expression. Something was on her mind, she often got a look of contemplation that he oft saw reflected in Doran’s face when he was deep in thought and was planning something. He sat up, watching as she cleaned her hands. “I will always have a moment for you. What is on your mind, Mother?”

#astormofsilk #☀️ ever the viper: oberyn martell interactions

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New Queen​:

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HER LORD HUSBAND LEAVES MUCH TO BE DESIRED.  being his brother’s heir means that the seven kingdoms were left to stannis after robert fled from responsibility; it meant that, being the savior of the city’s daughter, cersei was to be his queen as recompense.  she had been born to be queen, yet stannis does not strike her as kingly.  in fact, cersei finds him rather dull.

“YOU HAVEN’T TOUCHED YOUR WINE,” she remarks, and takes a modest sip from her own chalice.  if finding him dull is the most stannis will offend cersei, she supposes she can live with it.  she is STILL QUEEN, and that is what is important to her.

AS USUAL HE WAS LEFT TO CLEAN UP HIS BROTHER’S MESS. robert had left as soon as it was confirmed that the lady lyanna had passed away. the only option was for stannis to take the throne that his brother had abandoned after destroying an entire house to attain it. when he had been told that he would be marrying the daughter of tywin lannister, the stag had balked, not because of her but rather because of all that tywin had done.

WHEN SHE REMARKS ABOUT HIM NOT TOUCHING HIS WINE, he looks her way and lets out a hum. “i don’t have a fondness for impairment. least of all at a wedding.” the last thing he needed was to overindulge due to not knowing his own limits. he had heard of far too many men who could not preform at the bedding because they had too much drink. “is it up to your taste?”

#westernlight #🦌 stannis baratheon au: after the fall of dragons the stag was wed to a lioness: closed au with westernlight #🦌 as long as i am king i have a duty: stannis baratheon interactions

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Alysane​:

Alysane rubbed at the clasp gently, frowning softly at how loose it felt under her fingers. This far North it was always important to make sure that you could stay as warm as possible and a loose clasp could whip open and expose you to the air. “I’ve got a cloak mostly done, I’ve been working on it for the last few weeks.” Alysanne usually wasn’t the one who made their cloaks, but she figured that it was a good lesson for her. “And I’ve got a new clasp for it as well. I just need to finish the lining on it.” The cloak was lined with bear fur and it was a heavy green wool for the front of it. “I think only a few stitches are left, should I get it for you to try on?”

Jorah’s eyes where soft as he smiled at Alysane, of course she was already nearly done with a new cloak. She’d probably noted the wear on his current cloak moons ago, especially if she had clasps made for it already. “I would certainly enjoy trying it on.” He oft found himself along the shoreline, and had recently started to noticed how much a bite he felt from the wind. “I can’t wait to see your work.” He already knew that he would certainly be treasuring and appreciating the cloak that she had labored to make.

#astormofsilk #🐻 zirȳla gryves: jorah mormont interactions

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Little Brat​:

Did she really think she could get away with sitting in his chair, half asleep and ignoring him?

No, but she also didn’t think he’d be bold enough to kick the chair out. Hitting the floor with a yelp that she will deny when he teases her about it later Asha pushes her hat off of her head and glares up at her uncle. With a sigh she heaves herself back up to her feet, taking a moment to dust herself off to itch under his skin the idea that his ship was dirty even a little bit. “That was fun.” Her smile at him was sharp, eyes narrowing and pulling the image of a shark into it. “And I was comfortable. I only just got back into the Islands, figured you wouldn’t mind a nap in your chair while I waited for you.”

Using her foot she pushes the chair back upright for him, but instead of plopping back into it she sits herself on his desk, picking up the map that he had pinned to it to examine it. “My ship’s in dock for some repairs and I’m not gonna be able to sail for a couple weeks. Idiots got close to a fucking whale corpse that hadn’t popped. Guess what’s covering my sails.”

Victarion watched his niece in amusement, reveling in the sound of the yelp he knew she would never admit to. He watched as she dusted herself off, letting out a low growl of annoyance. The girl knew exactly how to get under his skin, a talent that he knew not the origin of as it was so different to the method of Euron. “You think I give a rat’s arse if you were comfortable? You soft as a greenlander, wanting comfort?”

Two could play the game of getting under one’s skin.

When she seats herself on the desk he leans against the wall to watch her look over his charts. “Did you not think to stop them getting close? Or did they do it while you were distracted by some play thing?” He was well aware of her fun with the beardless raider that she sailed with. The young man was a fierce warrior, so Victarion certainly approved of the choice, especially if even the greatest care did not prevent a child taking root. His niece was more akin to a sister, as he was closer in age to her than he was to her father, so he could not stop himself from teasing the girl “Too busy raising a different mast?”

#astormofsilk #🦑 wizards may be well and good but blood and steel wins wars: victarion greyjoy interactions

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#🇮🇪 outofwesteros: ramblings of the mun

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King Henry VIII + Catherine of Aragon in ‘The Spanish Princess’

#🐺 more a boy than a man more a pup than a wolf: robb stark visage #🐺 it took a lord to make a marriage pact: robb stark relationships

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@secondsonofwinter​ continued from HERE

"I didn't know that, have I slept talked anything interesting?" 

A laugh left Dacey’s lips. “Usually you tend to talk nonsense. Though there was a time when you called someone beautiful, saying that you dreamed of waking to her beauty each morning.”

#secondsonofwinter #🎭 to the victor goes the glory: request only muse interactions: dacey mormont

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Stokeworth Girl​:

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@neithergodsnormen for Jamie and Lollys

The world was far too loud.

It was some celebration or another and Lollys had been dragged into it by her mother and sister. The getting ready had been a fight, she had been held down by two guards so her hair could be fully brushed and she was forced into a silk gown. Both had over stimulated her to the points of screams and tears, and the feeling of silk whenever she touched her gown made her fingers burn and twitch. Lollys couldn’t speak by the time they came to the castle, her brain a twisting mess and she was trying hard not to cry again.

There was no release at the party, everyone there and loud and the music playing in a grating fashion. She supposed that for others it was a pleasant tune, but with how stimulated she was already she could hear every pull of the reed across the strings and it was setting her teeth on edge. Her fingers kept twisting around each other no matter how many times her mother slapped them down and hissed at her to stop doing such. Eventually she was moved from their table and into a corner to be left alone until she could behave, and she knew that most would avoid her.

Rocking and twisting her fingers Lollys tried to calm herself, eyes tightly closed and she hummed tunelessly to block out the sounds of the music. Looking around she noticed that no one was looking at her in return, and she took the opportunity. Fleeing from the table and the sound she walked as quickly as she could outside to one of the balconies, taking a deep breath and choking on a little cry as the silk of her dress brushed her hand again. Lollys rubbed her hands on the railing, trying to chase away the feeling.

It took a long while, but eventually she was able to get her breath back enough to simply rock herself, hands curling around the railing so she couldn’t touch her gown again. Now focused outward instead of inward she looked over when the balcony was opened again, sinking into herself in worry that whoever it was had been sent by her mother and was going to grab at her to drag her to them again.

The sound of merriment annoyed Jaime. He wasn’t always a stick in the mud, but on this occasion he had every right to be annoyed with the world. He’d recently returned from a visit to the Rock and what had occurred there... The young knight doubted that he would ever forgive himself for the lie he had told his brother, what he had allowed to happen to someone who had truly loved Tyrion. His mood was dark, not even to be lightened by the babe his sister was showing off to the whole of court.

Seeing everyone fawn over the young prince that was less than a year old seemed to sour his mood even more. He noted that Barristan was near enough to the royal family and silently slid out of sight. The last thing he wanted was his foul mood to be noticed by the rest of court. He took a deep breath as he found a balcony that he could slip away from everything onto. The last thing he expected was to see another who had slipped away unnoticed.

Lollys Stokeworth, the girl was only a year older than himself, was stood gripping the balcony. He wondered if she had chosen to be out here or if she had been told to remain from site. He remembered what was whispered about her, something that he oft wondered the truth of. Looking at her, she did not look be a lackwit as was rumored. In fact he could already see her looking at various escapes.

“There is no need to run, My Lady.” Jaime states, moving to the balcony himself, leaning on the rail that she seemed to be griping with purpose. A long sigh leaves the twenty year old knight and he looks over to her. “I did not mean to interrupt you, however, I needed a moment away from the merriment.”

#astormofsilk #🦁 the lion of lannister forever known as kingslayer: jaime lannister interactions

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Lady Dustin​:

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Barbrey was a bold women and often walked a thin line between just being bold and being rude to those she visited. But when it came to Winterfell she felt no remorse in treating it as her home, if it hadn’t been for that maester she would be the lady of the house. Head held high she entered the home of the Starks and was quickly greeted by servants who ushered her to the room that was already prepared for her and told her the current place she could find the lord or lady is she so wished to. The children were scattered amongst the home but she could easily find them since she knew most of them since they were babes.

She took a moment for herself, relaxing from her travels and switching from her warm and lined travel dress into a home dress that was cooler to wear in the warm home of Winterfell. Once her moment was done she left the room, planning to checking on all of the children and making sure they were without any need in the world. They weren’t her children, but they were children and innocent of their grandfather’s guilt against her.

It wasn’t until he crossed her path did she remember that there was another child, one that was contested by the lady which made him no more welcome then she often was. Jon Snow, the supposed bastard of the good Lord Stark. “Good gods boy, do you intend to grow like a tree?” Her voice was husky as she spoke, but firm and strong. The boy she remembered from his youth and now he could look her in the eyes almost, and he was as lean as a pole. Barbrey was on him in a moment, long legs easily clearing the distance, and she grabbed his chin to look him over.

“Hmph, bright eyes boy. Good to see you’ve still got fire in you instead of cowering away like other bastards do.” Not that she was giving him a chance to cower from her

Jon held a fearful respect for Lady Barbery Dustin, as she was the only lady in the North who had the bravery to make herself at home in Winterfell without invitation. There was something about the woman that caused all around her to give pause and listen. It almost was like the whole of the North saw her as the Lady of Winterfell with the amount of respect she held despite being a widow who never remarried.

He did not know what history she held with Lord Stark and his wife, but there was certainly a history of some sort. Even Lady Catelyn seemed to give the woman a wide berth when she invited herself to Winterfell. He oft wondered why she wanted to come to Winterfell so often, she was a constant in his childhood at that point.

Jon paused when he heard the husky voice of the woman who held the North in respect and fear and turned to look at her as she approached him. She was the one person that there was no complaints about the Bastard of Winterfell being seen by. He didn’t protest when she grabbed his chin and made him look at her. He did not have to look up far, as he had been growing more recently, much to the annoyance of the local seamstress. His grey eyes held fast with her face as she seemed to be inspecting him.

“It rarely ends well for any who cower from you, My Lady.”

#astormofsilk #🐺 kill the boy and let the man be born: jon snow interactions

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Northern Girl​:

THE FURTHER SOUTH JEYNE SEEMS TO GO, the stranger things seem.  prince oberyn had SAVED HER, told her that she would be safe in dorne where they did not hurt little girls ( but all the things jeyne poole has done, she does not feel like a little girl any longer ).  her escort is meager, the party which she had gone to king’s landing with had been so large, but it had made the venture tedious with so many rests and other things – it had been wonderful, jeyne thinks, if only i had known.

HER PRESENCE IS EXPLAINED TO PRINCESS ARIANNE, as prince doran is away from sunspear at the water gardens, and jeyne is cleaned and tended to and told that no one will touch her unless she wants them to from now on.

JEYNE TAKES HER TIME BEFORE SHE WANDERS, and she finds herself in the stables where she happens upon one of prince oberyn’s bastard daughters ( she had never needed to have a high opinion of bastards before, but the brothel had changed her opinion; many of the other girls were bastards, and many of them had treated her kindly when the men did not… ), the one, jeyne is sure, is closest to her own age.  “do you truly joust ??” she asks her, thinking that arya stark would like prince oberyn’s daughters if arya stark were not dead.  “i have never seen a woman do it.”

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ELIA LOOKED UP FROM THE HORSE she is attending to and at the girl who is speaking to her, she was the northern girl that he father had rescued from king’s landing. her father had not elaborated on what the girl had endured, but it was not something that she desired to pry into. men in the capitol had a tendency to do horrible things to little girls, if her own late cousin was any indication.

A SMILE GRACED HER LIPS when the girl asks about her jousting, and she wonders if the story that inspired elia to joust was not spoken about in the north, though she did understand why if it was not.

“I DO INDEED.” she told the girl. she moved and indicated that the girl could pet her mount if she so desired. the sand steed was a gentle mare, as golden as the sun that adorned the sky. “i am not the first woman to do so, if you would like to hear the story?”

#jcyne #☀️ the girl was horse crazy: elia sand interactions

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Lady Wife​:

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Days and time had never been a talent for her, but Lollys was sure more time had passed then she really knew. Her body felt strange, a mix of heavy and light and she no longer felt the pressure in her stomach that had been there for a long while. Early she had felt such intense pain and pressure there and between her legs to the point she thought she was going to die. Her cries had been matched by something smaller and louder and then everything went silent around her. She knew a lot of people had been in her room at that moment but as far as she could tell now she was alone.

Lollys hadn’t felt quite right in some time, not since the riots had taken place. She tried not to think to much on that day but it cropped up unbidden and refused to be ignored. The memories were blurred by her terror and it helped blunt the sting of them but she still remembered the pressure of men on top of her in various orders and number and that suffocating gold that pressed on her at all angles and threatened to kill her as quickly as the men said they would if she ever spoke. Lollys knew no one would listen even if she did speak but the threats the men made kept her even quieter.

Time had obviously passed, though Lollys did remember coming out of her fog when they tried to get her across the bridge and into the castle. She could see that suffocating gold there and refused as strongly as she could against her mother and that mean servant girl who ignored her when she tried to tell her she didn’t like the food sent to her.

And that Lollys didn’t need to be force fed.

Still this time when she left her fog it seemed different and Lollys wondered if maybe she was finally waking up. It would be nice to be part of the world again and she felt maybe she could more easily put this in writing and help sort her thoughts out. Writing was easier then speaking and she hoped that if she could get access to her journals it would start helping. Sitting up in bed she couldn’t help a low yelp of pain as the pressure returned to her stomach and she flopped back into bed.

Bronn had observed for some time the ways that Lollys was treated during the later stages of her pregnancy. Mental notes had been made about the things that set her off, and the one that he wasn’t entirely surprised about was the way in which she had reacted to the men of the Gold Cloaks. He’d already started to piece together what had happened to her during and after the riots when he had heard whispers of the City Watch stating an exact number on how many men had taken her.

There was stating that she had been raped, and there was stating she had been raped by half a hundred men. The number given is what had caught his suspicion, which was solidified when she refused to be dragged over the bridge into the Red Keep by men in gold cloaks. When he had been married to her, he noted that once again she had a dazed look to her. Less like a lackwit and more like a woman traumatized by those she thought would protect her. In his years as a sellsword he’d seen more of that then he could count.

He suspected that she was not as much an idiot as many made her out to be when he had found her journals when exploring the keep after they were married. While he could not read a lick of it, he could tell that they had different words throughout. When he’d asked Lady Tanda about them, she’d told him that they belonged to Lollys and he grew more and more curious about his new wife. When she’d started to scream upon going into labor, he had gone to see what he could do, in spite of the protests of the midwives and septas that attended to her.

When she had started to fight them, he’d climbed on the bed and held her against his chest. The women in the room had stopped complaining at that point. He doubted that his words had reached her ears with how much she had been screaming, her cries only being drowned out by her son’s. Whomever it was that had gotten her with child was dark haired, if the babe’s hair had been any indication. He could still remember Lady Tanda’s face when he had named the babe Tyrion.

The boy was close to a day old when he heard a yelp when he was in the corridor near Lollys’s room. Once he confirmed that no one else was going to go check on her, Bronn let out a sigh and entered her room. He stayed near the door when he saw her awake on the bed, not wanting to make her start to scream. “Is anything wrong, M’lady?”

#astormofsilk #🎭 to the victor goes the glory: request only muse interactions: bronn #tw mention of sa #tw mention of childbirth

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Merry​:

Merry couldn’t help but to collapse into Willias like a wilted flower, body still shaking as she hiccupped trying not to break down into tears again. She had been crying almost every night and several times through the day whenever she visited the girls in their cells. Getting in to see them had been hard enough with the new High Septon wanting to isolate the supposed sinners but Merry’s faith and maidenhood hadn’t been called into question and her own Septa spoke that she could be the influence that got the girls to confess their sins.

At his request she shuddered fully, shaking her head as she tried to reject what he wanted. She couldn’t speak about it all, having already been pressed on all sides to tell what happened and some even trying to get her to confess that she knew of the supposed crimes. The Septas that attend the girls in their cells often cornered her after she met with them and tried to use her faith to guilt her into telling them what the girls had ‘confessed’ to her in their talks.

Merry was a faithful girl and it pained her when she spoke harshly to them Septas about their judgement of them.

“We were at the Sept” she finally spoke, voice shaking and breaking. “When suddenly guards appeared and started grabbing us. Margery and her cousins were pulled off to the side and a Septon came over and started scolding them for the heresy of praying on Maiden’s day.” She paused for a moment she shook her head “I was forced out and back to the castle. The next day I was finally told of the charges and those who spoke. Willias we’ve never been alone with these men and the Blue Bard only played for us in the gardens where many people are around. They’re saying that Margery went to Pycelle for moons tea but she never did.”

Willas’s heart broke again when he saw her immediate response to his question, wondering how often she had been pressured to do the say with the High Septon’s version of events. How many times had she been asked what had happened by the very people that wanted his sister and cousins, her dearest friends, dead. He wondered if it could be people just using the Gods as an excuse to oppress others, or harm those they decided were undeserving for whatever reason.

When Merry spoke he took account of every word, analyzing what she was telling him. It seemed that Merry was almost as in the dark about the whole thing as he was. At the mention of Grand Maester Pycelle he tensed, there was no way that his sister would have gone to Pycelle, not when she had their own Maester attending to her.

Even if she had been given a tea that could be mistaken for a moon tea, tansy was also used for spasms, he himself drank it when his bad leg was acting up. “There would be no reason for Pycelle to be attending to Margaery’s ailments, not when Maester Dallen was there.” The lengths which the accusers had went to lie made his blood boil. “Who made the accusation, might I ask, if it’s not too much for you? And who was she accused of being with, if you know...”

#astormofsilk #🌹 fond of reading books and looking at stars: willas tyrell interactions #🌹 willas tyrell au: family above all

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Lady Alysane​:

Alysane paused for a moment as she watched the emotionally play that came across Stannis’ face. She had initially assumed that the lord simply hadn’t bothered to ask her about the babe during the march for want of time and speed during it. Instead it seemed the poor man hadn’t realized the boy was there at all and she couldn’t help a loud laugh spilling from her lips, head tipped back slightly and hair momentarily dancing in Cyrus’ face which caused the boy to grumble and nestle further into his sling. He wasn’t a very vocal child, his sister at the same age would never had hidden from any sight for as long as he did.

“Nah, he’s been right there this whole time. Unless I’m sleeping of course then his sling becomes a hammock and he’s nestled there.” Alysane didn’t sleep near most of the men because of her child, preferring to find some measure of cover to put herself and him in the safest location possible during everything. “I suspect once we’re in a proper hold he’ll not be settled with staying attached there. He’s starting to learn to use those chubby things my mother calls his legs.” Alysane reached back and gently tickled her son, but he seemed to prefer drifting back to sleep and didn’t respond to it.

“And my family is old North Stannis.” She was never formal with anyone and wasn’t planning on starting now. “Our family doesn’t bother with the traditions South of putting an heir on the throne just because he has a dick.” It seemed foolish to her to put someone on the throne just because of their gender. “Old North ways dictate that first born can inherit no matter the gender and if the first born proves to be lackluster then the next can inherit. If none there then it’s open to best suited.” Truly some of the worst things to happen to the realm wouldn’t have been there if the better option had been put on the throne to begin with.

“Isn’t that your plan anyway? Putting your girl on the throne?”

Stannis had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact the child had escaped his noticed for the whole march. It almost felt as if she was taunting him, but the Mormont woman had no reason to lie to him. He wondered if he had missed the child due to how they had been bundled for winter. Once they reached a more sheltered camp he could imagine the chaos the boy would bring just by running about.

The corner of his lip twitched when she addressed him so informally. She seemed to know the right ways to irritate him, not as much as their captive, but enough to get under his skin and make him question if the trouble was worth it in the end. As a parent himself, seeing the young child drift back to sleep he couldn’t help but find himself worrying that if they faced an attack or ill weather that something could happen to the boy. If the babe was as young as he seemed he could understand why she did not want to be separate but he wondered why not leave him with another to nurse rather than taking him into battle.

Old north ways.... he wondered if the people of Bear Isle where more like the wildlings they despised than they would like to admit. Women who were warriors, not letting the heir be chosen by birth alone but by who was best suited... The parallels where there, but he did not think that she would appreciate his next words. That never stopped him from speaking truths, however. “Like the wildlings you despise. Women who fight among the men and birth does not dictate that you will inherit.”

“My daughter is my heir as she remains my only child.”

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