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oftyrells​:

                        Even in the harsh winter Marina’s sun kissed skin glowed in comparison with the grim walls of Winterfell, long caramel tresses curled down her back in perfect intricate braids and her small frame was kept warm by tick layers of fur she began to discard as she entered her chambers. Tired swollen belly comes to light, her kids had finally settled down for the afternoon after a long day out, but the moment her grey eyes meet those of her husband she wished perhaps they had stayed out a while longer. It was saddening to think she had turn fear and heartbreak into affection and care for the man she had once dreaded marrying, years of happiness and a few children latter a piece of paper had turned everything sour and everything they worked for seemed to have gone out the nearest window. Marina had turned cold and unwelcoming at best, avoided him as much as possible, even her current pregnancy had been nothing but a slip of judgement on her part. She paused and stiffened when her name rolled of his lips, her rage hit her chest with fury but she remained quiet as he spoke, slowly moving once again. “I am afraid I find myself uninterested with not only what others think of our marriage due to our current location and situation, as well as with the whole ordeal altogether.” Knowing the beating heart of the one shadow that slowly killed her marriage was under the very same roof did not helped neither of them. She refused to look at him as she kept getting undone for the day. “There is far more pressing matters at hand.” 

            WEATHERED  HANDS  RUN  DOWN  A  FATIGUED  EXPRESSION  ;  over  dark  eyes  ,  a  sea  of  tragedy  with  specs  of  green  ,  shipwrecks  of  the  past  which  had  DROWNED  in  waves  of  desire  ,  over  the  slope  of  his  nose  ,  that  nuzzled  the  neck  of  his  wife  and  lingered  over  the  neck  of  his  LOVER  ,  over  his  wine-stained  lips  which  had  pressed  upon  almost  every  part  of  marina’s  body  whilst  wishing  it  was  another’s  .  he  was  a  HORRIBLE  man  ,  truly  rotten  at  the  core  .  he  always  knew  that  his  heart’s  truest  desires  will  eventually  come  out  to  light  ,  he  just  didn’t  realise  he  would  feel  so  . . .  indifferent  about  it  all  .  in  fact  ,  he  feels  slightly ,  just  slightly  , HAPPIER  ,  as  though  the  secret  was  a  boulder  that  had  been  weighing  up  on  his  shoulders  and  marina’s  discovery  of  that  one  misplaced  letter  was  the  little  shove  that  pushed  the  boulder  off  - - -  he  just  happen  to  tumble  along  with  it  .

           he  lets  a  knuckle  lodge  between  his  teeth  ,  the  word  of  his  wife  only  stirring  the  boiling  pot  of  anger  in  his  chest  and  a  heavy  sigh  escapes  his  lips  .  he  hangs  his  head  lowly  ,  the  knowing  feeling  of  DEFEAT  beginning  to  creep  .  “  my  love  ,  ”  he  begins  (  and  he  hopes  he’ll  let  her  finish  )  ,  with  his  gaze  still  on  the  stone  floors  of  their  chambers  .  the  words  are  soft  but  somewhat  HOLLOW  ,  did  not  carry  the  same  gravity  it  used  to  .  marina  was  his  love  ,  though  whether  she  was  his  GREAT  LOVE   was  contestable  .   “  why  do  you  fail  to  understand  ,  how  important  it  is  for  us  to  at  least  seem  like  companions  !  ”  his  voice  raises  just  the  slightest  but  he  attempts  to  reign  back  his  emotions  .  CONTROL  ,  CONTROL  ,  CONTROL  .  his  father’s  words  bounced  around  the  intoxicated  convolutions  of  his  mind  .  control  is  POWER  . “   otherwise  they  will  tear  this  family  apart  .  we  must  seem  perfect  .  and  if  not  perfect  then  at  least  ,  strong  .  ”

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° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜ ❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜ ❛ Would you please shut up! ❜ ❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜ ❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜ ❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜ ❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜ ❛ I heard you the first time. ❜ ❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜ ❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜ ❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜ ❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜ ❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜ ❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜ ❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜ ❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜ ❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜ ❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜ ❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜ ❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜ ❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜ ❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜ ❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜ ❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜ ❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜ ❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜ ❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜ ❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜ ❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜ ❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜ ❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ I have a gift for you. ❜ ❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜ ❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜ ❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜ ❛ You do move quietly. ❜ ❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜ ❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜ ❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜ ❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜ ❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜ ❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜ ❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜ ❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜ ❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜ ❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜ ❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜ ❛ Knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜ ❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜ ❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜ ❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜ ❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜ ❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜ ❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜ ❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜ ❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜ ❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜ ❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜ ❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜ ❛ Who threatened you? ❜ ❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜ ❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜ ❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜ ❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜ ❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜ ❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜ ❛ You have no need to see this. ❜ ❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜ ❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜ ❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜ ❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜ ❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜ ❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜ ❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜ ❛ Do you hear me?! ❜ ❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜ ❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜ ❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜ ❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜ ❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜ ❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜ ❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜ ❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜ ❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜ ❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜ ❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜ ❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜ ❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜ ❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜ ❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜ ❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜ ❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜ ❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜ ❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜ ❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜ ❛ I need an army. ❜ ❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜ ❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜ ❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜ ❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜ ❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜ ❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜ ❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜ ❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜ ❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜ ❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜ ❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜ ❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜ ❛ So tell me what you want. ❜ ❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜ ❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜ ❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜ ❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜ ❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜ ❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜ ❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜ ❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜ ❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜ ❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜ ❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜ ❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜ ❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜ ❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜ ❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜ ❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜ ❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜ ❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜ ❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜ ❛ How long will you be gone? ❜ ❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜ ❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜ ❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜ ❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜ ❛ I should have killed you! ❜

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FEATURING .   MARINA  TYRELL   @oftyrells​

             SHOULDERS  SLUMP  FORWARD  AS  THE  TYRELL  EXHALES  ,  fatigue  clearly  drawn  on  his  features  but  an  expression  he  would  only  let  out  behind  closed  doors  .  the  tomas  tyrell  as  hand  of  the  king  was  wise  and  taciturn  ,  calm  ,  collected  and  conniving  .  the  tomas  tyrell  ,  father  of  six  and  husband  to  marina  baratheon  was  to  put  it  simply  ,  EXHAUSTED  .  their  marriage  was  on  the  brink  of  collapse  ,  he  barely  remembers  spending  time  with  his  kids  ,  he’s  missed  namedays  and  celebrations  and  he  no  longer  feels  in  control  .  he  feels  so  LOST  ,  totally  untethered  from  the  rest  of  reality  .  he  takes  a  long  sip  of  the  wine  that  is  clasped  in  his  hand  ,  enjoying  the  temporary  sense  of  relief  it  gave  from  the  CHAOS  in  his  chest  .  at  the  arrival  of  his  wife  ,  he  merely  takes  another  swing  at  the  bottle  before  putting  it  down  on  the  table  in  an  inelegant  manner  , as  though  he  was  a  farmhand’s  boy  &  not  the  ruling  lord  of  the  reach  ,  “  we  must  talk  marina  .  ”  though  his  tone  of  voice  and  position  of  his  body  lacked  to  portray  the  URGENCY  his  words  implied  .   “  the  other  lords  and  ladies  are  suspecting  a  rift  in  our  marriage  and  soon  they  will  use  it  against  us  .  it  is  essential  that  we  do  not  let  this  happen .  ”

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starfll​:

                   IT  IS  ONLY  NATURAL  THAT  HE  FINDS  HER .  despite  every  attempt  to  maintain  boundaries ,  to  respect  propriety  -  he  always  manages  to  find  her .  and  how  could  he  not ,  when  her  heart  is inexorably  tied  to  him ? they  are  maps  that  lead  to  each  other ,  and  try  as  they  might  to  find  a  crossroad  or  a  road  less  traveled, they  always  find  themselves  here. much  to  her  dismay ( && just  as  it  always  does  ) ,  her  heart  seizes ,  the  familiar  aching  pang  stopping  her  breath .

he  looks  at  her  with  eyes  that  she  knows  as  well  as  her  own ,  and  she  very  nearly  forgets  the  crowd .  instead ,  she  offers  a  POLITE  curtsy  to  lord  tyrell &  his  conversational  partner . he  speaks ,  prompting  her  lips  to press into  a  firm  line . after  all  the  time  that  has  passed , merely  gazing  at  him  aches  and  brings  comfort  within  one  heartbeat and the next . while  her  lips  remained  pursed ,  her  gaze  is  familiar ,  knowing . his  offer  of  escort  is  gallant ,  gentlemanly ,  but  she  knows  its  guise  much  better : TROUBLE .  ❝  lord  tyrell … ❞  the  title  sits  uneasily  on  her  tongue  as  it  always  does .  she  knows  him  by  so  many  other  names .  she  should  say  no ,  politely  decline ,  and  yet . ❝  i’d  be  glad  of  the  company ,  how  easy  it  is  to  get  turned  around  in  such  an  expansive  keep … ❞  a  gleaming ,  apologetic  smile  is  given  to  tomas’  company.  ❝   if  you  can  SPARE  him ,  that  is . ❞

she  waits  for  the  other  to  depart ,  before  her  face  softens .  her  eyes  are  wide ,  and  she  tilts  her  head  upward  to  examine  his  countenance  fully -  trying  to  discern  his  every  thought  with  a  glance  only.    hand  trembles  uncharacteristically ,  waiting  to  take  his  arm.  DANGER.   her  voice  lowered  among  the  cacophony , she  finally  speaks  directly  to  him .❝  tomas … ❞ the  name  is  like  an  admission  of  all  she  cannot  freely  say. 

                   ❝   i  think  we  would  deem  this  contact  as  unnecessary , no ?  ❞

          FATE  IS  A  FUNNY  LITTE  THING  .  he  never  used  to  believe  in  it  .  he  was  a  man  of  strategy  and  science  ,  a  man  of  his  own  DESTINY  ——  to  remake  it  or  destroy  it  as  he  will  .  his  father  wouldn’t  allow  beliefs  of  anything  else  ,  fate  is  just  another  thing  to  conquer  .  that’s  what  powerful  men  do  ,  THEY  CONQUER  .  but  with  dyanna  ,  tomas  tyrell  ,  was  completely  and  utterly  powerless  .  heart  thuds  ,  knees  weaken  ,  fingers  shake  ——  he’s  just  gotten  better  at  hiding  it  .  but  not  by  much  .  you  had  to  look  very  closely  ,  but  his  desire  for  her  was  overflowing  .  it  was  obvious  in  how  his  hands  clasps  tighter  together  ,  FIGHTING  the  urge  to  caress  her  cheek  or  touch  a  curl  of  her  hair  ,  his  eyes  darkening  with  desire  and  thoughts  of  illicit  affairs  ,  shoulder  moving  just  the  slightest  so  that  he  was  that  little  bit  closer  to  her  .  it’s  with  dyanna  dayne  that  he  bends  the  knee  for  fate  .  it’s  with  dyanna  dayne  that  his  heart  surrenders  ,  it’s  with  her  that  the  conquerer  becomes  the  conquered  .  though  such  feelings  were  hidden  (  with  some  degree  of  difficulty  )  with  a  placid  smile  and  a  simple  nod  to  his  companion  .

          “  you’ll  have  to  excuse  me  ,  lord  piper  .  i  will  come  find  you  later  today  .  ”  the  other  man  gives  a  smile  and  walks  off  ,  despite  his  words  ,  the  tyrell  wishes  that  the  lord  piper  will  soon  find  himself  lost  in  the  colossal  labyrinth  that  the  starks’  call  home  .  despite  the  man’s  good  nature  and  jubilant  spirits  ,  he  was  rather  tiresome  ,  dreary  and  rather  unremarkable  .  all  of  which  makes  him  unfit  to  the  be  the  company  of  the  hand  of  the  king  .  his  attention  quickly  falls  from  the  retreating  man  to  the  woman  before  him  .  at  the  implication  of  her  words  ,  the  clandestine  meaning  behind  such  simple  statements  had  him  needing  a  mighty  inhale  of  air  .  for  he  was  feeling  his  knees  weaken  ,  the  blood  failing  to  reach  his  brain  .  and  he  was  just  drowning  in  everything  that  was  dyanna  dayne  .

           “  i  think  ,  dyanna  ,  ”  he  says  her  name  gently  ,  eyes  tracing  every  feature  ,  from  the  expanse  of  her  forehead  to  the  slope  of  her  nose  before  lingering  on  the  curve  of  her  lips  .  he  draws  his  gaze  back  up  to  violet  eyes  ,  a  smirk  playing  on  his  lips  at  the  conspicuous  suggestiveness  underlying  his  previous  actions  .  “  that  one  ,  you  saved  me  from  the  most  banal  conversation  i  have  ever  had  .  and  two  ,  we  are  two  childhood  friends  who  have  missed  each  other  dearly  .  and  should  use  the  time  to reacquaint ourselves  .  the  choice  of  activity  and  location  for  such  activities  resides  with  you  but  i  must  admit  that  i  do  have  my  preferences  .  ”

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starfll​:

                     SHE  HAS  NEVER  SEEN  THE  CORRIDORS  OF  WINTERFELL so absolutely  teeming  with  people . safety  in  numbers ,  she  supposes .   what  has  served  dyanna  as  a  thoroughfare  between  one  location  and   the  next (  she  had  studied  maps  of  winterfell  prior  to  her  arrival  ,  to  ensure  extreme  familiarity  ) is  now   an  obstacle   she  must  overcome .  the   westerosi  lords  &  ladies  walk   at   a  snail’s  pace  . &  in such  close  proximity  that  it  is  impossible  to  pass through  without  a gentle  shove  or the  clearing  of  the  throat . with  a  roll of  her  eyes , she  tucks  a  missive  into  her  bodice   and searches  for an opening.

                                 ❛ pardon me ,  ❜ she  begins ,  seeing  her  pathway  of  escape   just beyond  the  individual , dornish  accent  lilting  off  of  her  tongue .  she   masks  her  annoyance  with  a  placid  smile    ❛ might i pass ? ❜

@brokenstarters​

               𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ,  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍  𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 deteriorating   and  drowning  in  utter  boredom  ,  tomas  finds  himself  desperately  praying  to  the  seven  ,  dearly  wishing  for  a  lifeline  from  this  shipwreck  of  a  conversation  .  dark  eyes  narrow  in  concentration  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back  ,  ruby  knuckles  turning  pale  at  the  accumulating  ANGER  at  the  center  of  his  chest  .  had  he  been  a  little  boy  ,  he’d  be  rocking  on  his  heels  ,  fiddling  with  his  rings  ,  but  his  father  was  a  STRICT  teacher  .  one  who  taught  him  discipline  and  control  ,  how  to  mask  anger  with  a  placid  interest  .  they  walks  as  they  talk  ,  listening  intently  to  the  words  of  the  other  though  his  slow  pace  ,  both  in  action  and  speech  ,  made  the  tyrell’s  ears  tint  crimson  with  fury  .

             𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕  𝒐𝒇  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  ,  a  little  voice  slips  through  .  a  voice  he  could  pick  out  in  a  crowded  room  ,  a  voice  he  had  replayed  in  his  dreams  ,  the  first  and  last  voice  he  ever  wished  to  hear  .  he  stops  in  his  tracks  ,  eyes  lifting  up  as  though  suddenly  struck  by  lightning  .  he  turns  around  ,  a  smile  dancing  on  his  lips  as  dark  eyes  settle  comfortably  on  VIOLET  ones  .  the  gods  seem  to  have  answered  his  prayer  ,  who  else  fit  to  save  him  from  such  a  TRAGEDY  of  a  conversation  but  the  only  WOMAN  who  ever  could  .  “  lady  dayne  ,  ”  he  takes  a  small  step  back  and  a  little  bow  for  good  measure  . “  of  course  ,  in  fact  our  chambers  are  neighbours  .  do  you  mind  if  i  accompany  you  on  the  way  ?  ”

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FEATURING   .   QUENTIN   TYRELL    @gildedheirs​

          𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒  &  treasured  gifts  from  allies  and  old  enemies  ,  fold  neatly  on  the  table  .  dark  hues  eyeing  the  selection  of  food  before  him  with  some  DISGUST  and  rather  a  lot  of  hesitation  .  it  wasn’t  the  plating  or  the  aesthetic  of  the  food  that  made  him  shudder  but  the  events  of  the  coronation  continue  which  continue  to  haunt  the  periphery  of  his  mind  .  he  needed  to  ensure  his  SAFETY  ,  he  was  the  hand  of  the  king  &  ruling  lord  of  highgarden  .  perhaps  he’d  wait  for  someone  else  ...  and  like  one  queue  ,  the  doors  creak  open  and  a  familiar  figure  flaunts  forward  . “  ah  ,  little  brother  .  ”  there’s  a  sordid  grin  that  dances  upon  his  lips  ,  like  a  criminal  who  had  NARROWLY  escaped  a  public  beheading  .  “  i’m  glad  you’re  here  ,  i  did  not  know  breaking  fast  could  get  so  lonely  . come  ,  eat  .   ”

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 THE  PRINCESS  OF  DORNE  :  a  brilliantly  radiant  little  girl  with  a  laugh  that  buried  itself  in  your  mind  till  you  were  laughing  yourself  ;  THE  QUEEN  IN  THE  NORTH  :  a  guileless  young  woman  ,  unaware  of  winter’s  burden  ,  yet  my  dear  ,  the  winter  is  so  becoming  on  you  ;  THE  MOTHER  OF  WOLVES  :  shoulders  crumble  ,  knees  weaken  ,  heavy  eyelids  drop  but  your  heart  ,  oh  your  heart  had  never  been  so  full  .  

 I  .  WILD  THINGS  IN  THE  DARKNESS  OF  HER  EYES  .  dorne  welcomed  its  princess  with  a  lovely  breeze  ,  letting  the  curtains  dance  and  float  before  tenderly  wrapping  its  arms  around  the  little  lady  martell  .  and  you  laughed  ,  you  didn’t  cry  ,  no  ,  you  giggled  .  like  the  wind  was  ticklish  ,  like  life  wasn’t  torture  .  they  named  you  mara  ,  mara  meant  strength  and  beauty  .  and  you  certainly  grew  up  armed  with  both  .  wild  and  carefree  ,  childhood  was  so  lovely  ,  you  wanted  to  stay  in  it  forever  .  it  was  such  a  shame  when  you  were  pulled  from  your  home  .  how  the  dornish  skies  cried  when  their  princess  was  taken  ,  how  the  sun  cowered  behind  clouds  when  their  lady  left  .  you  belonged  in  dorne  and  you  would  never  forgive  the  conspirators  who  took  you  away  from  your  home  .

 II  .  FALLING  IN  LOVE  IS  VERY  LIKE  THE  FEELING  OF  FEAR  .  you  did  not  expect  to  fall  in  love  ,  love  was  the  farthest  thing  from  your  mind  .  you  were  too  preoccupied  with  freedom  .  with  escaping  and  returning  to  dorne  ,  it  was  only  later  you  were  able  to  realise  that  love  is  freedom  ,  freedom  is  love  and  everything  else  did  not  really  matter  .  the  crown  prince  stark  was  handsome  ,  he  was  charming  and  honourable  ,  he  had  a  lovely  smile  and  a  pretty  laugh  and  snow  fell  around  him  as  though  it  worshiped  him  .  yet  you  resisted  .  your  love  and  loyalty  was  not  easily  bought  but  you  let  him  have  it  and  you  let  him  hold  it  for  eternity  .

 III  .  YOU  WILL  ALWAYS  HAVE  A  TENDERNESS  IN  YOUR  HEART  FOR  THEM  .  dorne  will  always  be  your  home  ,  you  will  always  be  the  princess  of  dorne  and  the  lady  of  sunspear  but  the  north  ,  but  winterfell  ,  winter  was  so  becoming  on  you  .  you  were  never  meant  for  the  clear  skies  and  the  bright  rays  of  the  east  ,  you  needed  snow  and  the  cold  ,  sorrow  &  tragedy  ,  snow angels  &  snowmen  ,  the  north  needed  you  ,  more  than  dorne  ever  will  .  this  is  your  home  now  .  and  you  will  do  anything  to  protect  it  and  those  who  call  it  home  too  .  and  they  will  songs  and  write  poems  ,  oh  guardian  of  the  north  ,  lady  of  the  east  ,  how  will  i  ever  repay  you  ?  for  you  have  suffered  through  snow  &  sorrow  ,  yet  you  bar  your  shield  and  hold  your  spear  for  the  country  that  made  you  cry  .

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 THE  KING  OF  THORNS  :  a  gangly  little  boy  ,  afraid  of  the  darkness  grows  up  to  be  a  comely  young  man  ,  no  longer  afraid  of  the  darkness  but  of  the  creatures  that  call  it  a  home  ;  THE  SAGE  OF  THE   CROWNLANDS  :  wisdom  is  his  sword  ,  didactic  words  slice  through  immorality  and  iniquity  ;  THE  HOPELESS  ROMANTIC  :  he  who  wishes  to  love  and  be  loved  ,  not  mundanely  but  to  the  deepest  extremes  ,  ready  to  die  for  the  one  who  holds  his  heart  . 

  I.  WE  BEGIN  IN  THE  DARKNESS  &  BIRTH  IS  THE  DEATH  OF  US  .  you  were  born  a  small  babe  ,  the  maester  did  not  think  you  would  live  .  heart  was  too  weak  ,  bones  too  fragile  ,  cries  too  soft  .  the  maester  told  the  lord  and  lady  tyrell  ,  your  son  ,  your  firstborn  son  ,  will  not  last  the  night  .  so  they  did  not  name  him  .  the  lord  tyrell  left  ,  disappointed  in  the  fraility  of  his  son  and  drowned  his  rage  in  dornish  wine  .  the  lady  tyrell  lamented  upon  the  shoulder  of  her  sister  ,  holding  her  dying  babe  .

 II  .  I  HAVE  SEARCHED  FOR  MY  FATHER’S  LOVE  IN  ALL  THE  CORNERS  OF  THE  WORLD  .  for  some  reason  you  made  it  through  that  day  .  that  one  fateul  day  ,  the  gods  decided  to  draw  back  their  scissors  and  let  the  ruby  red  line  of  your  life  run  .  at  times  you  wish  they  didn’t  .  your  father  is  ambitions  and  ruthless  and  he  shoves  all  his  insatiable  ambition  and  failed  plans  and  baleful  insecurities  in  your  tiny  little  hands  ,  upon  your  tiny  little  shoulders  .  the  right  pressure  turns  coal  into  diamond  ,  too  much  and  it  will  crush  it  into  ash  .  you  were  never  really  sure  what  it  turned  you  into  .

 III  .  MOST  DAYS  I  AM  A  MUSEUM  OF  THINGS  I  WANT  TO  FORGET  .  your  father  draws  you  in  all  his  malicious  plans  ,  tries  to  get  you  to  drink  from  the  same  poisonous  chalice  of  ambition  .  and  you  do  and  you  do  till  you  are  drowning  in  it  ,  till  you  are  dying  ,  gasping  for  air  ,  unable  to  differentiate  between  the  shipwrecks  and  the  surface  .  but  it  matters  very  little  .  you  do  it  because  you  want  love  .  you  want  your  father’s  love  ,  to  become  your  mother’s  joy  .  so  you  lie  there  ,  among  the  shipwrecks  of  hubristic  lords  and  arrogant  men  .  awaiting  for  your  impending  ruination  at  your  own  hands  .

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Salma Hayek in Desperado (1995)

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henrycavillary​:

When a Vampire get his hunt’s scent…