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“      indeed  ?      i've   never   been   so   fond   of   practicing archery,      myself.      other   pursuits   have   always   drawn   me   in   far   more.     ”      no,      the   art   of   the   bow   was   lost   upon   the   targaryen   -   for   it   is   so   impersonal.     there   has   always   been   a   certain   artistic   vision   required   he   has   never   cared   for   -   more   a   man   of   action   than   of   show.      despite   all   this,      the   joust   has   always   drawn   him   in.      “      ah,      the   joust   is   more   my   taste.      I'm   set   to   compete.     ”

" i intend to try my hand at the archery, i'm practiced enough - even if i do miss my target from time to time. " the lannister shrugged his shoulders, a sip taken from his cup. he intended to finish his drink and find his way down to the archers that had already gathered. he was better with a bow than he was a sword. " and yourself? surely you're not just here to watch. "

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“      good   ser,      I   would   not   dare   speak   for   thy   lady   wife    ⸻   but   I   suspect   you   would   be   at   least   evenly   matched   to   the   knights   who   prepare   to   saddle   -   even   now.     ”      perhaps   it   speaks   more   for   the   knights   of   today,      than   the   lord's   own   might,      she   thinks    ⸻   but   he   is   not   without   strength   either.      “      it   shall   depend   who   competes,      I   think.      if   for   loyalty   sake    ⸻   I   should   say   one   of   my   reach   lords.      but   I   suppose   it   matters   more   whom   my   own   lord   father   would   have   me   choose   than   whom   I   may   choose   for   myself.     ”

"I would place a bet upon my own head, but my good wife has bid me to leave jousting to the young and unwed. Could I have depended on your good-will, had I participated?" Eragon offered this concession with an air of pure blithe; he smiled readily at her inquiries. The beauty of youth was still at her side -- Olenna lived by vivid passions, her world unmarred, enchanted. "But tell me - who would you bestow your favour, should you be given such a chance? Do not fear your answer will become fodder for gossip, for I am expert in all matters discreet. My daughters have taught me by penalty of death, to never betray a lady's confidence." 

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“      do   you   intend   to   participate   in   any   of   the   tournaments,      my   liege   ?      ”      dragon-lord   offers   over   his   shoulder,      glancing   down   from   the   balconies   to   the   practicing   archers.      “       i've   found   so   few   are   brave   enough   to   step   up   to   the   tourney   lines.     ”

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Count Vronsky

ANNA KARENINA (2012) dir. Joe Wright

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mai davika x pipatchara

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“      just   imagine   the   cheering,      the   adoring   public.      have i ever steered you wrong ? i   am   your   dearest   friend, @regaliaeds,      and    handsome   as   you   are   -   I   should   like   to   see   you   compete and win   the   tournament.      ”  

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“      i'm   sure   I   don't   know   what   you   mean.      i   meant   simply   the   tourney.      ser   gwaine   assured   me   it   is   bound   to   be   a   most   exciting   event      ⸻       the   best   we've   seen   in   years. i'm tempted to grant him my favour for his charm alone.      ”      the   presumed   closeness   found   in   the   diminutive   mixed   with   the   subject   spoken   of   results   in   raised   brows,   the   arbor's   delight   ensuring   that   ever   present   smile   does   not   slip   despite   her   discomfort. a flower in a lion's den could be trampled so easily, even one with vine's as thick as hers.      “       such   conversation like you suggest   would   be   far   from   proper      ⸻       certainly   not   at   a   celebration   in   his   grace's   own   halls   with   so   many   ears   around.      ”

*  ⠀🐺  ⠀ 𓂅    ⠀ "ah,  the  games  of  chance  and  favor  that  swirl  around  the  festivities,"  she  mused,  a  delicate  smile  gracing  her  features.  "as  for  bets,  my  dear,  i  find  myself  more  inclined  to  observe  the  unfolding  tapestry  of  alliances  and  intrigues  rather  than  stake  my  claim  on  any  particular  outcome.  each  contender  weaves  their  narrative  with  artistry,  and  the  uncertainty  is  part  of  the  allure,  is  it  not?"  her  gaze  wandered  across  the  adorned  hall,  where  hopeful  faces  vied  for  attention  and  recognition.  "in  the  delicate  dance  of  politics  and  affections,  one  never  knows  which  thread  will  unravel  or  entwine.  it  keeps  the  courts  alive  with  anticipation.  do  you  have  a  favored  contender,  my  astute  confidante,  or  do  you,  too,  find  pleasure  in  the  unpredictable  currents  of  courtly  endeavors?"

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“      it   is   wonderful      ”      such   grand   pageantry   offered   up   to   them   all   -   with   little   care   for   how   much   was   spent   upon   it's   opulence.      she   delights   in   it     ⸻      appreciating   the   regal   nature   of   the   capitol.      yet   it   remains   cold   to   her   -   lacking   in   the   floral   delights   of   the   reach     ⸻       the   gardens   far   more   simple   and   the   colours   somehow   lacking.      despite this,      it   is   where   power   can   be   found     ⸻       the   heart   of   it   all.         “       i'm   sure   I   speak   for   all   of   your   people   when   I   say   it   is   a   delight   to   be   in   attendance. if I may say, I'd have liked to see more flowers, your grace.      ”

OPEN STARTER location: the great hall

little annoyed Tyron more than the fact that someone could spoil his evening. he'd gone to great lengths in his own mind to prepare the king's landing for the great house's arrival and everything had gone according to his plans until more dragons emerged than what he was prepared for. did he bother or feel threatened? no, why would he? If he had to bite first, of course, he would. entering the great hall and having everyone's eyes upon him was everything he needed at this moment. the spring celebrations had several purposes one of them was for him to find a queen who could give him children. With gentle nods, he gave recognition to those he needed and ignored those he felt didn't deserve his favor. "the great hall looks so grand - I hope it is to your liking?" he voiced to no one in particular and yet expected a reply.

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“      have   you   placed   your   bets   upon   anyone   yet,      my   liege?      ”      pearly   white   teeth   serve   a   contrast   against   rosy   lips,      curiousity   mixed   with   amusement   placing   a   smile   across   her   features.      “       surely   there   must   be   one   favoured   above   all   others   to   win.      ”

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THE MORNING SHOW 3.01 - "The Kármán Line"

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MARGAERY TYRELL & SANSA STARK GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019)

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