The truth was, the princess was braver than her brother, and brighter and more confident as well. Her wits were quicker, her courtesies more polished. Nothing daunted her, not even Joffrey. gabriella wilde as older!myrcella baratheon ♦ requested by vangccgh
asoiaf au: myrcella rules dorne as prince trystane’s wife // gözde türker as older!myrcella + quote by sabaa tahir
The princess was braver than her brother, and brighter and more confident as well. Her wits were quicker, her courtesies more polished. Nothing daunted her, not even Joffrey.
Anastasia Tsilimpiou as Myrcella Baratheon
Sansa has been crying. She pretends she hasn’t been, but Myrcella can see it. The skin around her eyes is pink and puffy the way that Tommen’s gets whenever Joff is being Joff. It makes the blue of them that much sharper.
Uncle Tyrion says she is the cleverest princess to ever have lived. Her septa says that she is gracious and kind. Her mother says that she is a lionness, and brave. But she feels like none of those things when she looks at Sansa.
Sansa’s father is a traitor, and Joff had his head. Sansa’s brother is in open rebellion, and her mother as well. Her little sister is dead, and her brothers are far to the north. She is alone, though she is surrounded by the king’s household, and she cries when she thinks no one is looking. Myrcella should comfort her. It is what clever, kind, lionesses do, especially for their brother’s betrothed. But Myrcella doesn’t know what to say, and so she doesn’t say anything at all.
They sit and sew, and Sansa is silent. Sometimes she slips to the godswood to pray to her father’s gods. Over dinner, Sansa chews her food very daintily and listens to whatever it is that Joff is saying, or mother. When asked to pass the wine, or a tray of fruit, she does so. But Myrcella rarely hears her speak unless someone directs a question at her.
She likes lemon cakes. Myrcella sees that. Where often her desserts go unfinished, every crumb of lemon cake is gone from Sansa’s plate whenever they are served after dinner. So Myrcella begins to stitch a lemon patterened handkerchief for her. It’s a silly gift, she thinks, but it’s something, and if she can’t make Sansa stop crying, perhaps she’ll make her smile.
She doesn’t finish it, though. At least, not before Uncle Tyrion sends her down to Dorne to meet her betrothed. She takes it with her and tucks it into one of her cases and determines to finish it when she is in Dorne. She’ll give it to Sansa when she weds Joff. Or send it to her sooner, if the war ends and such a triviality seems worthy of the time.
Before she steps onto the boat that will take her out to see, she kisses Tommen’s cheek, and curtseys to Joffrey. And, for the briefest moment, she takes Sansa’s hand, and squeezes it.
The truth was, the princess was braver than her brother, and brighter and more confident as well. Her wits were quicker, her courtesies more polished. Nothing daunted her, not even Joffrey.
Arya Stark and Myrcella Baratheon + parallels
(requested by anonymous)
I know. About you and mother. I think a part of me always knew. And I’m glad. I’m glad that you’re my father.
4.02 // 5.10
Tommen was a good-hearted little man who always tried his best. The princess was braver than her brother, and brighter and more confident as well.