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[myrc3lla]

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

All sentences are taken from different sources and area blend of questions, angst, affirmations and reassurance, heartbreak, the past, the future and self assurance. Change names, pronouns, locations and more as you see fit.

If I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.

I'm pretty sure you're already half in love with me.

I don't think you're evil.

See? Things are already looking promising.

Are these things really better than the things I already have?

Was it all in my head?

You’re even more painful to look at than she is.

I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.

You were the on­ly one I saw when I closed my eyes.

Then why wasn't I enough when they were open?

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

Are you seriously in this much self-denial, Sydney? Like do you actually believe yourself when you say you don’t feel anything?

Physical attraction isn’t the same as love. You of all people should know that.

Is that what bothers you? My past?

You destroy me and then you kiss me. You give me a reason to hate you and then you give me a reason to love you.

Two lifetimes, they belong to you. No regrets.

You're not nothing to me. That's precisely the problem.

Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?

Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade.

I just wanted…

Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm blind. Tell me you love me.

Yes. I remember.

They got him. The Hallows got him.

You’re kidding? No one expects decorum from me.

...But how is there glory in taking a life? We die so easily.

You'll really start to hate me.

Tell me who did this, and I will take care of it. Anyone who thought they could lay a hand on you should fear for their life.

I can't tell whose the bigger monster. Him. Or Me.

You do have a tender heart. It almost makes me want to spare you, just so I don’t have to watch it break.

In the parallel lines to the roads of life, I'm glad ours intersected twice.

Sometimes I feel like you've given up. It's like you just accept this as your fate.

This, us, it can’t happen. It can't happen, Avery. I've seen the way Jameson looks at you.

At least I do not deny my own heart.

You’re not living to live—you’re living for death.

I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.

I want him to hurt. To bleed. I want him to snap, just like he snapped me.

If you really don't want me- no other excuses, just me- just tell me right now, and I'll leave and we'll be done. 

Otherwise, start getting used to the fucking fact that you can't protect me from everything. And I'm not made of glass.

This house bleeds memories.

I don’t need your permission.

Your hands will touch me and no one else, Meadow. That is final.

My grief wasn’t deep or poetic. It was sinister in its simplicity.

He is in love with you.

Why won't anyone take me...when someone decides to go I will always be left behind.

 You don't believe me or my words, do you?

I never said you didn't have a heart. But it would be nice if it beat every now and then.

You loved me.

I think you know in your heart that you’re meant for something extraordinary.

What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?

Somebody's got to win this war, right?

 I am faithless. I have done unforgivable things. And I am broken.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

You are my first choice. You're my only choice.

 I always say the wrong things.

Why I acted the way I did…Why I was so pissed off. It will never make any sense to you because I don’t know how to explain.

You can't live your life based on 'what-ifs,' Liv.

You weren't listening to me.

That's an interesting way to get my attention.

I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you.

We cannot win if we fight among ourselves. 

I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference.

A united front announcing a split.

[myrc3lla]

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady. 

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. 

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose? 

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. 

 So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone. 

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me. 

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in. 

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company. 

Do your duty and give him sons.  That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated. 

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

[myrc3lla]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  another  part  for  the  trope  memes  i’ve  made  in  the  past,  this  time  centered  around  forbidden  love.  most  of  these  can  probably  be  used  for  angsty  settings.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  do people always fall in love with things they can’t have ?  ❜ ❛  my heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling i have ever had. but my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. and i shouldn’t want you.  ❜ ❛  you’ll always be mine, in the back of my mind … i’ll look for you first in my next life.  ❜ ❛  we can’t keep seeing each other.  ❜ ❛  i think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.  ❜ ❛  how can something so wrong feel so right ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to be with anyone else. i only want you. no matter the consequences.  ❜ ❛  life would be much easier if i wasn’t in love with you.  ❜ ❛  i think things that i shouldn’t. i dream things that i shouldn’t. i want things that i shouldn’t and it’s all because of one thing; i do care about you.  ❜ ❛  we can’t choose who we fall in love with.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to keep our relationship a secret anymore.  ❜ ❛  is it worse to know you want something or that you can never have it ?  ❜ ❛  i promised to stay away from you … but i can’t.  ❜ ❛  having something forbidden is exciting, don’t you agree ?  ❜ ❛  how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you’re thinking about how much more you really want ?  ❜ ❛  i shouldn’t want to be with you.  ❜ ❛  you have to promise me to keep this a secret from everyone.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could kiss you right now. but there are too many people watching us here.  ❜ ❛  we can’t keep meeting up like this. someone’s gonna find out, and someone’s gonna get hurt.  ❜ ❛  why do we always want what we can’t have ?  ❜ ❛  i can’t just ignore these feelings i have for you.  ❜ ❛  why do you have to be the one i’ve always been looking for ?  ❜ ❛  i hate this ! i hate that we’ve been put in this situation. i hate that there’s no way out of this. but worst of all, i hate that i love you.  ❜ ❛  you’re my favorite mistake.  ❜ ❛  it’s better to cheat than to think about cheating.  ❜ ❛  we can’t fall in love with each other.  ❜ ❛  you can’t be mine and i can never be yours.  ❜ ❛  if only we’d met sooner …  ❜ ❛  love is still love even if it’s forbidden.  ❜ ❛  i told myself i would never kiss you again. i can never keep my word when you’re involved.  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the strength to stay from you.  ❜ ❛  under different circumstances, our love could’ve been like a fairytale.  ❜ ❛  what if anyone finds out about us ?  ❜ ❛  we just have to believe that we’ll find a way to make this relationship work.  ❜ ❛  can we just pretend for one day that everything is gonna be okay ?  ❜ ❛  we always crave what we can’t have.  ❜ ❛  the more i fall for you, the more i hate myself for falling for you, cause the truth is we can never be together.  ❜ ❛  you and i will always be unfinished business.  ❜ ❛  we can’t be together. not now, not ever.  ❜ ❛  i knew the moment i met you that you’ll turn my life into a complicated mess.  ❜

[myrc3lla]

  jealous / possessive  meme pt 2

for part one click here.

“i don’t want you hanging out with her/him anymore.”

“you’re mine.”

“did he/she touch you?”

“tell me there’s nothing going on.”

“i see the way you look at him/her.”

“i see the way he/she looks at you.”

“is there something you’re not telling me?”

“were you just flirting with them?”

“is there somewhere else you’d rather be?”

“do they touch you the way i touch you?”

“do they kiss you the way i kiss you?”

“forget about him/her, let me make you forget.”

“you have a thing for him/her don’t you?”

“everyone needs to know that you’re mine.”

“are you texting her/him?”

“what are you doing home so late?”

“i’m going to make it clear to him/her that you’re mine.”

“you can never see him/her again”

[myrc3lla]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All sentences has been taken from different media and soruces about life in the royal court, involving the introgue of succession, war, marriage, kings and queens and tournaments. Most of this are acceptable for all audience except one with some foul language. Chance names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

You don't know a woman until you've met her in court.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?

That's a question rarely asked here at court.

Court games aren't fair. They don't judge men by their worth, and they aren't about what's just.

We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would make us believe .

Either you break the law, or the law breaks you.

There is no playacting in this court. If you stay your hand, they will cut it off.

Power does not pardon, power punishes.

Listen! The court jester's cap and bells. The King is coming!

He was a man with a vision- and an extraordinary vision it was.

The cat who lived in the Palace had been awarded the head-dress of nobility and was called Lady Myobu.

In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a King must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.

It is important to refuse to be intimidated.

They all come innocent in court.

Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?

They used to say that, in a battle between the lion and the tiger, the winner was the monkey, who watched from a distance.

Men love those creatures that need to be taken care of.

 If you want to tame a lioness you need to become a lion, not a goat. 

 A doe is easier to keep.

The woman did not care for empty compliments; to get such a woman, one needed to put forth effort.

I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second . . .

Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia.

She calls herself the Queen of Narnia thought she has no right to be queen at all.

Plenty of people have told me you are not my father.

It is necessary for a prince to have the people friendly.”

Royalty is not a right, Captain. The willingness of the people to follow a ruler is what gives her power.

Here, in this place, by this people, I have been chosen. 

These men are tired of being told whom to follow. Now they have a choice, and they use that choice to call me Princess.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. 

A prince ought also to show himself a patron of ability, and to honour the proficient in every art.

You should never have been only a little girl, you should have always been a crown princess.

You knew you would be sending me away?

A born king is a very rare being.

The world will need to know that I’m the last royal left. Their queen.

There’s royalty in me, but stronger than that there is adventure.

My life is the Crown and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another.

Dignity is trained into royal children before they can toddle.

The first year of marriage is not always easy, especially within the Royal Family.

The real intelligence in the royal family comes through my parents .

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.

The winner will marry the prince.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

That is acceptable. A king is a martyr to their ideals.

f I rule the nation as king, I cannot ask to live as a person.

A wise king never seeks out war, but... he must always be ready for it.

All men need something greater than themselves to look up to and worship. They must be able to touch the divine here on earth

I am the First Imperial Princess of the Misurugi Empire! 

You can tell she's a princess, she doesn't need a crown.

You, sir, are the most uncharming prince I have ever met! In fact, the only thing royal about you is that you are a royal pain.

No one ever told her "no." 

 In no time at flat, she'll get herself established as his official mistress, with her own rooms at the palace.

These men are my bodyguards, their lives forfeit to the guarantee of my physical safety. Of their loyalty to me, there shall be no question nor doubt.

Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress, But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best.

Be careful of what women with gowns plan, specially in a ballroom. 

The art of husband seeking is something every woman has been trained since birth.

Many wives and consorts, of course.

Who is to rule when I am gone? You are a princess. I have no son.

Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne.

Did I not mention there was another?

A king must always have an heir and a spare.

He was born to be a king... He rules men just by breathing. When he walks into a room, he commands it. People love him.

Two knights off to rescue a princess. Sounds like a great song.

As the king's brother, you should've been first in line!

 I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born.

That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.

My parents were... rather traditional. They wanted the heir and the spare, and I was left in the cold.

It cannot be easy being the youngest prince. To have others expect nothing from you, yet still shake their heads in disapproval.

 If my uncle attacks King's Landing I'll ride out to meet him.

You are in need of serious princess lessons.

 You're the new ruler of Mechanicsburg. You need to act like it.

Every princess needs a battle axe. Here. Use this one until we find you something more impressive.

You know what they used to write on cannons? The last argument of kings. I guess you could say magic is the last argument of queens.

A tournament has been arranged in your name, so you must attend and make yourself presentable.

They hope to find me a husband here. They said I am already a woman bled.

[myrc3lla]

"It   should   be   me   who   is   sorry.   It   was   my   family   who   brought   so   much   damage   to   yours."   Point   blank.   It   is   kind   of   him   to   feel   sorry,   blood   is   blood   and   while   her   mother   was   never   the   best   mother,   she   was   still   that,   the   woman   who   birthed   her   and   took   care   of   her   for   the   first   years   of   her   life.   But   time   and   distance   had   taken   a   toll   on   her   and   Myrcella   thinks   she   will   be   able   to   do   what   she   must   without   shedding   a   tear.   "I   hope   you   find   your   peace   and   home   after   all   of   this.   You   deserve   it,   Robb."   And   she   leaves   the   titles   aside   for   a   moment.  

She   will   allow   it   so,   a   boy   and   a   girl,   speaking,   without   the   weight   of   his   crown   and   the   future   cloak   she   will   have   to   wear.   She   smiles   briefly   at   that,   standing   up   as   well   and   fixing   up   the   plies   of   her   dress.   Too   dornish   for   the   weather   they   were   meeting   but   regardless,   she   endures.   "You   know,   in   Dorne,   the   Sand   Snakes   tried   to   teach   me   how   to   use   a   sword   and   many   weapons,   but   I   was   always   a   bad   student.   The   best   they   could   do   is   a   dagger."   Not   the   best   protection   but   it   had   helped   save   her   life   before.   Ser   Arys   Oakhart   lost   his   life   protecting   hers   and   she   intends   to   make the   best   of   it.  

"But   despite   what   you   say,   I   do   wish   we   see   each   other   again   after   all   of   this.   Peaceful   times,   hopefully.   See   the   time   pass   by."   Peace   would   be   nice,   and   she   would   not   mind   seeing   the   North   again,   perhaps   when   Winter   passes.   But   that   is   no   longer   part   of   her   responsibilities.   "To   think   I   had   such   a   crush   on   you   when   we   were   in   Winterfell.   You   can   boast   to   your   lords   about   that.   The   new   Queen   blushed   like   a   maid   dancing   with   their   now   king.   It   would   make   for   a   nice   bard   song."   A   little   tale   of   courtly   love   that   never   came   to   be.   She   would   love   to   have   one   and   perhaps   she   would   make   it   so.   "May   your   Gods   be   kind   to   your   family   this   time."

Robb looked over the would-be-queen, his gaze solemn as he took in the Baratheon colors, the coat of arms. He had been named after her father--or at least, the man she had been raised to believe was her father. He did not envy her circumstances. Though Robert Baratheon had been a great disappointment, from the stories his father told, he had been a beast of a man once, a fighter of legend, a man who stood for justice, who took down the mad, cruel king, and whose enemies quaked to hear his name. It had been an honor, they told him, to be named after such a man. Had she felt the same, seen her father has a beacon of all that could be right and just in the kingdoms? In truth, the man who had come to visit Winterfell all those years ago had been like meeting a dog after being promised a direwolf. But the Baratheons had been a strong, respected house all the same.

Once, they might have united their houses, put all this blood shed to end with their own marriage. But they had their own kingdoms to rule now. He could attempt an arrangement between she and Bran, but would she consider that an insult, to be offered the hand of a cripple? Her uncle, Tyrion, had been kind to the boy once, and Robb had not trusted him for it. He had learned early on to distrust all Lannisters, and he had held a grudge against the house for as long as he could remember. But he was tired now--tired of the fighting, tired of the suspicion. He had seen too much of the world now to still believe that all men's lives were decided for them by the last name they bore or the sins of their fathers--or mothers--before them.

"For what it is worth, I am sorry," he said softly. It was not the voice of a king this time, not practiced and courtly and regal; it was a young, tired boy, talking to a girl. "Sorry that it has come to this. I do not envy the decisions you have had to make. Both our houses have suffered great losses. I wish it were not so." He stood. At her last words, he smiled softly. "I don't know. Used the right way, I hear a needle can just as easily become a sword."

[myrc3lla]

IMOGEN WATERHOUSE AS JINNY ST. GEORGETHE BUCCANEERS SEASON ONE EPISODE TWO

[myrc3lla]

LOS BORGIA (2006) dir. Antonio Hernández

[myrc3lla]

look at the people's princess and she knows it.

[myrc3lla]

in most verses since tommen is dead, she takes care of ser pounce, tommen's cat.

[myrc3lla]

"And   I'm   so   grateful   for   your   help   that   I   must   thank   you   every   morning.   And   night."   A   whole   new   world   had   opened   to   her.   Perhaps   she   would   behave   more   like   a   blushing   maiden   if   she   had   not   been   raised   in   Dorne,   but   she   had   caught   a   book   or   two,   heard   Arianne's   advise   when   she   bloomed   into   a   woman   grown   and   what   would   happen   in   a   marital   bed.   Except   there   is   no   marriage   here,   just   a   man   and   a   woman   and   Myrcella   had   taken   her   chance.   It   is   likely   her   mother   already   thinks   her   ruined,   if   not   by   Dorne,   certainly   by   the   North.   This   is   her   small   victory   over   her,   to   be   allowed   to   bed   who   she   wants   and   desires,a   nd   to   be   desired   back   in   turn.   "It's   a   kingly   thing   to   do,   to   help   a   princess   in   need.   And   I   have   need   of   you."   It   has   grown   since   the   first   time,   exploring   and   seeing   what   she   likes,   what   she   doesn't.  

He   is   the   perfect   kind   of   rough,   gentle   enough   for   her   body   to   adjust   but   rough   in   a   specific   kind   of   way   that   leaves   her   sighing   after   he   leaves   her   body.   Her   breath   caughts   on   her   throat   as   her   body   is   exposed,   hit   by   a   breeze   that   makes   her   shiver,   body   pressed   to   seek   his   warm.   "Hm.   My   cousin   can   keep   a   secret.   She   will   blush   and   say   nothing.   Or   perhaps   I   won't   let   her   see,   and   keep   your   seed   all   day,   feeling   it   through   the   day."   She   teases,   the   angle   different,   odd,   but   the   brush   of   his   cock   against   her   wetness   is   enough   to   distract   her.   "solskinna.   What   does   that   mean?"   He   begins   to   move,   and   her   hips   match   his   own   after   a   moment   of   stillness,   taking   him   in,   dire   need   of   leaving   no   room   between   the   two   of   them.   She   moans   against   the   side,   caught   and   muffled   against   her   arm   and   then   the   pillow,   a   smile   appearing   on   her   lips.  

"Yeah?   I'm   your   good   girl?   You   are   the   first   man   I   take.   And   you   feel   so   big,   so   good."   Headaches   from   turning   to   the   side   but   she   wants   to   see   him,   one   of   her   own   hands   aiding   in   keep   her   leg   open   for   him.   "Harder   please.   Faster.   I   won't   break,   I   promise,   I'll   be   good."   She   promises   again,   grinding   back   at   his   slow   pace   in   response,   once,   twice,   seeking   that   fire   inside   his   grey   eyes.   "Please,   Jon."   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ AYE,  I  NEED  RELIEF.  AND  WHOSE  FAULT  IS  THAT?  ❞  Jon  murmurs  into  her  shoulder.  It  wasn't  long  ago  that  she  was  just  a  maiden  by  her  own  admission,  speaking  of  dreams  and  desires  that  brought  him  to  her  bed,  but  one  would  never  think  such  of  her  now  with  the  way  she  has  grown  to  tempt  and  tease  and  pull  every  string  within  her  reach  to  drive  him  wild.  His  complaints  are  all  in  jest,  for  he  quite  enjoys  this  new  side  of  her,  all  an  excuse  to  sate  his  own  growing  appetites.  Her  bed  has  become  a  trap  for  him;  the  more  he  stays,  the  more  he  desires,  yet  he  makes  his  way  to  her  willingly.  There  should  be  guilt  in  this  pleasure,  knowing  that  as  a  king,  he  should  not  take  this  comfort  in  her,  but  Jon  is  tired  of  guilt.  It  holds  no  weight  against  her  soft  skin,  the  warmth  of  her  body,  the  way  all  those  little  noises  of  pleasure  that  slip  from  her  fill  him  with  pride,  how  right  and  natural  it  feels  every  time  he  is  inside  of  her.

  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ My  fault?  I  avoided  you,  and  then  you  told  me  all  of  those  things  you  dreamed  .  .  .  of  course  I  had  to  help  you  with  that.  What  kind  of  man  would  leave  a  princess  in  need?  ❞  He  smiles  then,  a  breathless  chuckle  fleeing,  moving  his  fingers  faster  in  response.  Jon  hones  in  on  that  little  bud  with  torturous  attention,  waiting  to  see  what  reaction  he  can  gain  from  that  sudden  burst  of  overstimulation  before  he  finally  relents.  But  gods,  when  she  speaks,  it  feels  as  if  something  inside  of  his  belly  has  been  set  on  fire.  She  asks  to  be  taken,  to  be  filled,  and  Jon's  throat  tightens  beneath  her  wandering  lips.  ❝ How  demanding  of  you,  ❞  his  voice  is  full  of  gravel  as  he  speaks,  turning  to  capture  her  lips  with  his  own.  His  hands  are  already  moving,  tugging  down  the  top  of  her  nightgown  to  free  her  breasts,  kicking  away  the  covers  from  their  bodies  so  he  may  look  down  and  see  her.  He  takes  hold  of  the  apex  of  her  thigh,  pulling  her  body  to  rest  back  against  his  own.

  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ What  will  your  maids  think  when  they  come  to  bathe  you  this  morning  and  find  my  seed  running  down  your  legs,  hm?  ❞  he  teases,  kissing  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.  Jon's  hand  slips  under  her  thigh,  holding  it  up  to  open  her  wide  as  his  hips  angle  beneath  hers.  ❝ Stay  relaxed  for  me,  solskinna.  This  will  feel  different.  ❞  His  length  rubs  against  her  folds,  once,  twice,  teasing  with  slight  invasions  of  his  tip  as  he  tests  her.  When  he  finally  enters  her,  he  takes  it  slow,  careful  as  his  hips  thrust  upward,  pushing  into  her  walls  with  a  groan.  He  stops  midway,  giving  her  time  to  adjust,  then  pulls  back  and  thrusts  gently  again  until  she  takes  the  rest  of  him.  ❝ That's  my  good  girl.  I'll  fill  you  up  like  you  asked,  just  for  taking  me  so  well.  ❞  Grip  tightens  on  her  thigh,  and  he  begins  a  rhythm,  slow  and  tender  at  first.  ❝ How  do  you  want  me,  baby?  Gentle,  like  this?  Or  perhaps  I  should  make  you  scream  a  little  bit  before  the  rest  of  the  castle  is  awake  to  hear.

[myrc3lla]

if   her   mother   would   see   her   now,   she   could   just   imagine   the   look   of   horror   on   her   face.   the   realization   that   myrcella's   crush   on   the   once   young   lord   and   now   king   was   more   than   just   an   infatuation   of   youth.   how   could   she   explain   she   felt   safer   around   him   and   men   who   have   no   like   for   her   and   her   family   than   with   her   own   family   and   their   lies   and   secrets?   her   heart   skips   when   his   hand   finally   touches   her   own   and   myrcella   has   to   take   on   a   deep   breath   as   she   looks   forward,   chin   up   under   his   grasp   an   she   can   see   clearly   in   those   blue   eyes   what   he   wants.  

it   would   change   everything.   she   shouldn't   do   it.   "robb.   .   .we   shouldn't."   but   somehow,   her   words   are   contradicted   by   the   way   she   complies,   her   body   moving   forward   and   her   head   lean   upward   to   place   her   mouth   against   his   own.   it's   chaste   but   it   lingers   on,   savoring   the   sensation   of   his   lips   against   her   own.

there was no word that he could find to describe what was happening between the two of them. in the last few weeks, he has grown to care for myrcella in a way that he never thought he would and that alone was challenging to navigate. add in the fact that their families were actively at war with one another she was just about unattainable. " i don't know, " is the answer he finally gives her. he knows it is not the answer she wants to hear.

but where he lacks in communication, he can make up physically. he notes her reaching out but keeping her distance. so robb wastes no time in taking her hand within his own. upon his countenance, he wears a small smile. soldiers always have something to complain about. if it was not his affections for the lannister princess, it was the way in which he was handling the war. or how shit the food was. impossible to please, so he did not listen to them. tully blue eyes meet her gaze and it is then robb takes a step closer to her. his thumb and forefinger gently grasp her chin, guiding her to look up at him. it is rather obvious when his eyes linger on her lips. " distract me then, myrcella. "

[myrc3lla]

@ashedrose asked: But if you were matched, what do you think he'd be like?

"That   would   be   something   my   parents   would   choose.   Not   so   long   ago   I   thought   it   would   be   a   man   like   Robb   Stark,   if   you   mind   keeping   the   secret."   The   name   is   like   a   ghost   that   taunts   the   halls   of   the   Keep,   her   mother   would   not   be   pleased.   Winterfell   had   been   lovely   when   she   was   a   child,   and   she   missed   the   peace   she   felt   there.   "Tall,   dark   and   handsome.   A   stormlander   or   northern   man.   Likely,   it   would   be   someone   from   the   Reach.   If   that   is   the   case,   grandsire   would   think   one   of   your   brothers."

  But   some   think   Loras   is   not   an   option   though   he   was   charming   and   lovely,   Myrcella   doesn't   think   she   is   his   type.   Willas   is   older,   perhaps   too   old   for   her   but   they   had   been   older   prospects   in   life,   and   less   well   spoken.   "They   say   your   brother   Willas   is   still   unwed,   so   perhaps   we   could   be   sisters   twice   over."

[myrc3lla]

"I'll   have   the   conditions   written   and   tomorrow   we   shall   sign   it   then.   Dorne   also   agrees   to   keep   the   peace.   Their   revenge   will   also   be   settled   with   Mother's   death."   She   will   be   a   queen   kinslayer   now,   perhaps   the   gods   will   forgive   her   considering   how   her   mother   conceived   her   ad   the   way   she   got   away   with   that   lie,   a   lie   that   now   Myrcella   has   to   push   down   in   everything   she   does.   She   dresses   in   Baratheon   clothes   and   wears   a   crown   alike   that   of   her   father,   she   would   likely   have   to   wed   a   Stormlander   to   ease   them   and   the   prospect   is   one   she   does   not   desire,   but   Trystane   is   no   longer   among   them   for   her   to   seal   that   alliance.

  "To   have   the   King   in   the   North   at   my   coronation.   How   flattering."   And   to   think   not   so   long   ago,   she   was   the   princess   and   he   was   the   lord   that   dance   with   her   at   Winterfell.   She   would   certainly   like   to   go   back   to   those   days,   when   she   was   younger   and   less   of   a   piece   to   move   on   this   chess   play   they   made.   "Unless   you   offer   a   northern   lord   as   a   suitor   for   Consort,   then   the   execution   and   the   coronation   will   be   the   last   we   will   see   of   one   another."  

It's a pity.   She   remembers   the   crush   she   had   on   him.   Dreams   of   marrying   him   died   many   years   ago   but   it   felt   like   a   cruel   end   to   a   childhood   fantasy.   Her   jest   is   accompanied   with   a   small   smile   in   turn,   shoulders   finally   releasing   the   air   she   was   holding   in,   the   scar   on   her   cheek   aching   with   how   much   she   kept   her   jaw   tight.   "I   have   no   desire   to   fight   another   war.   I   believe   my   abilities   with   a   needle   would   be   of   no   use   in   one."

Robb nodded. "I will see to it." It was as reasonable and just a demand as any: for her kin to be returned, for the departed that all this strife had created, would at last be put to rest. They might worship different gods and have different customs in the North, but on this they could agree. From what he had heard, her brother had strung up his enemies on the castle walls, placed Robb's father, Eddard Stark, on a spike, and made Sansa look upon it. The very thought made Robb's blood boil, but he would not return the favor in kind. Even his enemies deserved to rest in peace. The fact remained that the boys' murder had been an atrocity from all sides; Robb might not have swung the sword himself, but it was his men who had committed the crime, and so their blood was on his hands. He had executed the men who'd murdered them, and had lost much of his army for it, but still, the thought of those kills haunted him just as much as any battle.

Robb had made a decision that day, drawn clear in the earth the line upon which his kingdom would rest. It was a line he believed his father would have been proud of, one that promised their kingdom would be built upon a foundation of justice. But it had not been a popular decision to kill Lord Karstark. The Lannister boys were his enemies, and yet he had killed his dead friends' father for their sakes. But he could not excuse the murder of innocent children, no matter who made the kill.

"Then I believe we are in agreement." If they left this room as uneasy allies, if they allowed the other to live, they would have two separate kingdoms--and for just how long would be be allowed to rule his? His lords had made him king, and they could unmake him as easily. But if he was going to be king, he had to act like one, to make the difficult choices, the honorable choices--no matter the costs. There was no justice in killing either of the remaining Lannister children, simply because their brother had been a monster. If all men were held responsible for the actions of every relative, they would all hang.

"My armies will remain in King's Landing until Cersei Lannister is executed, and you are formally declared Queen. Then we will go." He may not be serving under her rule, but he had not come this far to leave with the Iron Throne empty. "Gods be good, we need not ever cross paths again." It was a shame, really--in another life, perhaps they would not have ended up on opposite sides of a war. Perhaps in another life, they could have had a bond like their fathers shared or just been two young kids dancing together at a ball.

[myrc3lla]

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from different sources about romance, marriage and specially arranged marriage and what that entails. Mentions of affairs, mistresses, wedding ceremonies and medieval talks of what marriage entails follow. Change names, pronouns and locations however you see fit.

Marriage is a marriage, whether it is arranged or not. Both necessitate the same level of dedication.

It’s not an option to be best friends with your life partner; it’s a requirement for a firm foundation in a long-term relationship.

Arranged marriage is not always a bed of roses, but it is possible to achieve with love and faith.

It’s different for women, isn’t it? They have no choice where they go. They grow up in a prison and then get married into one.

Is there anything more courageous/stupid than saying yes to spend your life with someone you have no idea about?

The country was as much of a mystery to me as the man I had married.

One day you’ll be in love with me.

You could be a titled lady. 

I have avoided the fate my father had planned for me. Surely it is I who has won, not he.

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.

But if you were matched, what do you think she'd be like?

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. 

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

We are trapped by convention and must marry another.

Every good child knows: duty before your heart's desire.

I am to be a bride, but whose? 

I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?

I found out soon after we met that Leah’s father had promised her in marriage to some young Pole.

If I ever get into an arranged marriage, I want it to be like theirs.

Arranged marriages require effort; constantly and every day. And where there is love, you want to make these efforts.

A successful arranged marriage can help climb the biggest mountain and build the biggest empire.

An arranged marriage is like wine; it tastes good with time.

You will marry him and do your duty to your House.

You are my daughter and you will do as I say. End of discussion.

Love? What does love have to do with marriage?

He'll honour his duty to family and swallow it.

I was three when my parents promised me. When a deal was struck. 

 So I was raised to be his wife. I was taught my favorite color was gold because his favorite color was gold. I was told my favorite foods were his favorite foods

I never thought what it would actually be like to have him... be gone. 

I was raised for him, and now I am... new. I am brand-new. And I do not even know how to breathe air he does not exhale.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

Marriage is a financial contract; I have enough contracts already.

The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.

Arranged marriages work like this. The girl is hardly asked and is expected to follow whatever her parents deem fit.

Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of.

Maybe she'll be beautiful. Maybe she'll be rich. As long as she brings swords and men.

Perhaps love is a minor madness.

It doesn't matter who the seed is. The important thing is that it has a place in your womb.

Her maidenhood will seal an alliance and must be kept safe.

Every married woman knows a man can have mistresses and we must look the other way.

All I ask is, that you do not cast me aside. Have mistresses and lovers as you please, but confide in me as I am to be your wife.

A husband’s first and foremost job in a marriage is to protect and love his wife.

Touching without looking had been incredibly arousing.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I want you in every way there is to want. I want you in any way you choose to share.

I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

The marriage of convenience lasts until you become an inconvenience.

Ours is a marriage of convenience and nothing more.

From now on, you're sleeping in our room. There's no chance in hell I'm letting you sleep far away from me again.

You agreed to this marriage and didn’t even dare to ask my opinion on the matter.

You're going to bend, and so am I. We're going to compromise, negotiate, and distract each other.

Being together means our priorities are going to change.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry. I am much too in love.

It is certainly romantic to be in love, but there's nothing romantic about a definite proposal.

They are royals, whoever they marry is not their choice but who is better for the crown.

That is a match made in a boardroom.

Once you are wed to another, you will forget me. 

I will marry a man who desires me but I have no interest in. 

I will not be a secret kept in shadows. Once you are wed, I will leave.

How can I marry them, when I am in love with another? It is not fair to them, that I think of you when I’m with them.

Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.

Behave yourself, out here, we are wed and what you do, reflects on me.

You are being sold like a mare and do not care.

Once I bore him a son, he shall be happy, I know it.

We hate one another but for peace, we must wed. At least, let us enjoy this part of the contract.

I am doing this for my family and for the terms you offer.

A marriage is simply an alliance.

All will be well, love can be found in a marriage. If not love, at least, good company. 

Do your duty and give him sons.  That’s all men want.

I will not be paraded around in a bedding ceremony. I will wed them and bed them, but I will not be humiliated. 

You think this title gives me power, but you forget, I am a woman.

I am lucky enough to have options. None who please me but at least, I can choose one.

Come to bed now, husband. It is our wedding night, after all.

[myrc3lla]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All sentences has been taken from different media and soruces about life in the royal court, involving the introgue of succession, war, marriage, kings and queens and tournaments. Most of this are acceptable for all audience except one with some foul language. Chance names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

You don't know a woman until you've met her in court.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?

That's a question rarely asked here at court.

Court games aren't fair. They don't judge men by their worth, and they aren't about what's just.

We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would make us believe .

Either you break the law, or the law breaks you.

There is no playacting in this court. If you stay your hand, they will cut it off.

Power does not pardon, power punishes.

Listen! The court jester's cap and bells. The King is coming!

He was a man with a vision- and an extraordinary vision it was.

The cat who lived in the Palace had been awarded the head-dress of nobility and was called Lady Myobu.

In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a King must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.

It is important to refuse to be intimidated.

They all come innocent in court.

Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?

They used to say that, in a battle between the lion and the tiger, the winner was the monkey, who watched from a distance.

Men love those creatures that need to be taken care of.

 If you want to tame a lioness you need to become a lion, not a goat. 

 A doe is easier to keep.

The woman did not care for empty compliments; to get such a woman, one needed to put forth effort.

I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second . . .

Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia.

She calls herself the Queen of Narnia thought she has no right to be queen at all.

Plenty of people have told me you are not my father.

It is necessary for a prince to have the people friendly.”

Royalty is not a right, Captain. The willingness of the people to follow a ruler is what gives her power.

Here, in this place, by this people, I have been chosen. 

These men are tired of being told whom to follow. Now they have a choice, and they use that choice to call me Princess.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. 

A prince ought also to show himself a patron of ability, and to honour the proficient in every art.

You should never have been only a little girl, you should have always been a crown princess.

You knew you would be sending me away?

A born king is a very rare being.

The world will need to know that I’m the last royal left. Their queen.

There’s royalty in me, but stronger than that there is adventure.

My life is the Crown and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another.

Dignity is trained into royal children before they can toddle.

The first year of marriage is not always easy, especially within the Royal Family.

The real intelligence in the royal family comes through my parents .

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.

The winner will marry the prince.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

That is acceptable. A king is a martyr to their ideals.

f I rule the nation as king, I cannot ask to live as a person.

A wise king never seeks out war, but... he must always be ready for it.

All men need something greater than themselves to look up to and worship. They must be able to touch the divine here on earth

I am the First Imperial Princess of the Misurugi Empire! 

You can tell she's a princess, she doesn't need a crown.

You, sir, are the most uncharming prince I have ever met! In fact, the only thing royal about you is that you are a royal pain.

No one ever told her "no." 

 In no time at flat, she'll get herself established as his official mistress, with her own rooms at the palace.

These men are my bodyguards, their lives forfeit to the guarantee of my physical safety. Of their loyalty to me, there shall be no question nor doubt.

Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress, But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best.

Be careful of what women with gowns plan, specially in a ballroom. 

The art of husband seeking is something every woman has been trained since birth.

Many wives and consorts, of course.

Who is to rule when I am gone? You are a princess. I have no son.

Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne.

Did I not mention there was another?

A king must always have an heir and a spare.

He was born to be a king... He rules men just by breathing. When he walks into a room, he commands it. People love him.

Two knights off to rescue a princess. Sounds like a great song.

As the king's brother, you should've been first in line!

 I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born.

That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.

My parents were... rather traditional. They wanted the heir and the spare, and I was left in the cold.

It cannot be easy being the youngest prince. To have others expect nothing from you, yet still shake their heads in disapproval.

 If my uncle attacks King's Landing I'll ride out to meet him.

You are in need of serious princess lessons.

 You're the new ruler of Mechanicsburg. You need to act like it.

Every princess needs a battle axe. Here. Use this one until we find you something more impressive.

You know what they used to write on cannons? The last argument of kings. I guess you could say magic is the last argument of queens.

A tournament has been arranged in your name, so you must attend and make yourself presentable.

They hope to find me a husband here. They said I am already a woman bled.

[myrc3lla]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.

a collection of scenarios & interactions appropriate for period/medieval rp. change pronouns/tenses as needed, specify muse where needed.

[ broken cart ] the sender comes across the receiver, whose cart/wagon has broken down.

[ tavern ] our muses are both visiting a local tavern, where they meet.

[ road companions ] our muses are traveling in the same direction, both on foot, where they meet.

[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river.

[ shelter inn ] our muses are both taking shelter from some untimely weather at a travellers' inn.

[ a dance/celebration ] our muses are attending a dance, and as the partners swap they meet on the dancefloor.

[ festival ] our muses are separately attending an annual community festival hosted in town.

[ royal celebration ] the monarchy has put on a celebration for their people, our muses meet during the festivities.

[ runaway horse ] after being thrown from their spooked horse, sender abruptly meets the receiver as they are tracking down the runaway horse.

[ by the fireside ] sender approaches the receiver on a cold night, drawn in by their fire, in hopes they can share the warmth.

[ disaster strikes ] a lightning storm has hit, our muses have both taken shelter from the dangerous weather inside an abandoned structure.

[ market square ] our muses come into contact whilst attending the same marketplace, or market stall.

[ on fire! ] our muses meet in the chaos of a fire breaking out amongst the houses in the village or town.

[ upon the docks ] our muses are both by the docks; for the ships and/or fishmongers, where they meet.

[ a new servant ] sender, or reciever, is a newly employed servant in or nearby the home of the other muse.

[ that's my horse! ] our muses meet in an argument wherein both believe the stabled horse is theirs. in reality, they have near-identical horses and it's an unintentional misunderstanding.

[ a tournament ] our muses are attending, working as, or participating in a tourney, hosted by the crown or relative nobles.