There is a sweet innocence about you, child.
requested by @esmeraldaweatherwax
…wherever they take us.
requested by @robbmadden
You’re in the great game now, and the great game is terrifying. (x)
Not ten leagues from Harrenhal, Rhaegar fell upon Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, and carried her off, lighting a fire that would consume his house and kin and all those he loved—and half the realm besides.
requested by Anonymous
“Tyrion. My lord.
Should I take off my gown, or do you want to undress me?” She took another
swallow of wine.
The Imp turned away
from her. “The first time I wed, there was us and a drunken septon, and
some pigs to bear witness. We ate one of our witnesses at our wedding feast. Tysha fed
me crackling and I licked the grease off her fingers, and we were laughing when
we fell into bed.”
Though she [Shiera] never wed, she had many offers, and several lovers through the years. Duels were fought over the right to sit beside her, men killed themselves after falling from her favor, poets outdid each other writing songs about her beauty. Her most ardent admirer was her half-brother, Bloodraven, who proposed marriage to her half a hundred times. Shiera gave him her bed, but never her hand. It amused her more to make him jealous. (x)
requested by @lordbryndenrivers
Beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.
(requested by @daisyyridley)
ASoIaF!AU where Sansa doesn’t escape King’s Landing; but Oberyn wins the trial by combat; and after Sansa and Tyrion are released and free of charge, they visit Sunspear (aka the Disney version, where everything turns out well and both Sansa and Tyrion are safe and happy in the end)
// requested by @sparklehorsette
“Is this some trap, Lannister? What’s Bran to you? Why should you want to help him?”
“Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.” Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned.
The exploration took less time than it would have taken her to lace a pair of sandals, but at least it served to keep the tears at bay for a time. Arianne found a basin and a flagon of cool water and washed her hands and face, but no amount of scrubbing could cleanse her of her grief. Arys, she thought, my white knight. Tears filled her eyes, and suddenly she was weeping, her whole body wracked by sobs. She remembered how Hotah’s heavy axe had cleaved through his flesh and bone, the way his head had gone spinning through the air. Why did you do it? Why throw your life away? I never told you to, I never wanted that, I only wanted… I wanted… I wanted…
That night she cried herself to sleep… for the first time, if not the last. Even in her dreams she found no peace. She dreamt of Arys Oakheart caressing her, smiling at her, telling her that he loved her… but all the while the quarrels were in him and his wounds were weeping, turning his whites to red. Part of her knew it was a nightmare, even as she dreamt it. Come morning all of this will vanish, the princess told herself, but when morning came, she was still in her cell, Ser Arys was still dead, and Myrcella… I never wanted that, never. I meant the girl no harm. All I wanted was for her to be a queen. If we had not been betrayed…
requested by @ladiesofthrones