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"He   schemes   and   lies   and   plots.   But   some   of   his   words   make   sense,   Robb."   She   had   no   desire   to   say   Littlefinger   was   right   about   anything   but   if   the   Freys   won't   do   their   due   deligance,   then   they   need   to   find   a   proper   passage   toward   this   war.   Sansa   rolls   her   eyes,   taking   a   seat   on   the   table   as   eyes   fixate   on   the   map   before   them,   the   Vale   before   her   with   The   Knights   of   the   Vale   waiting   to   be   put   on   the   table.   "He   is   as   petulant   as   Joffrey.   Pampered   and   spoiled.   But   I   could   do   worse.   And   we   do   need   him."   And   the   forces   he   brings   now   that   he   basically   is   the   heir   to   all   of   the   Vale   and   Robin   was   but   a   child.   She   could   do   worse   in   marriage   than   Harrold   Hardyng,   after   Joffrey,   any   man   was   a   knight.  

"The   Free   Folk   are   already   crossing   to   this   side   of   the   Wall.   Jon   is   allowing   them   passage.   If   they   are   coming   here,   something   is   pushing   them   this   way.   Jon   is   smarter   than   I   thought   once."   To   think   she   would   always   call   him   a   bastard.   Baelish   had   said   that   Jon   was   at   the   Wall   with   Stannis,   making   new   houses,   marrying   free   folk   to   northern   or   stormlanders,   a   clever   plan,   cannot   deny   passage   to   houses   founded   on   northern   soil.   "Just   send   a   raven.   If   anything,   you   and   Jon   will   be   reunited."   And   she   misses   seeing   them   together.  

She   always   found   it   so   annoying,   how   he,   Jon   and   Theon   pranced   around   Winterfell,   taking   after   her   mother,   that   Robb   hanged   around   a   bastard   and   a   ward.   Foolish   girl   she   was.   "I   learned   to   listen.   And   to   surprise   a   man   like   Tywin   and   Cersei   Lannister,   we   have   to   think   outside   the   box."   She   relaxes   for   a   moment,   reaching   her   hand   toward   his   own,   comfort   from   sister   to   brother.   "For   the   first   time   in   a   while,   I   feel   we   might   win   this   and   go   home."

Robb was skilled in battle strategy and war had taught him much, but he was less practiced in the ways of court, in trades of marriage and name. It was something his father had not prepared him for, hesitant as Eddard had been himself to marry off his daughters. But Robb had rushed into unsavory terms before. Robb himself was promised to a Frey girl, Arya to one of the Frey sons; neither marriage pact had been particularly advantageous, but perhaps Sansa's could do them more good than simply buy him passage across a bridge. He had lost the Karstarks when he'd killed their Lord--branding himself kinslayer in the process--and he needed more men to finish this war. Their Aunt had not have supported their cause, but Harrold Hardyng might.

"You've spoken often with Lord Baelish, it seems." The disapproval was clear in his tone--he did not trust the man--and yet his advice, if true, was valuable. With a sigh, Robb took a seat behind the war table. A map covered every inch of it, small figures placed throughout to represent each house's sigils and movements. "Do you want to marry Harrold Hardyng?" At the end of the day, the question should have mattered little. Marriages, he'd been told time and time again, were not about want; they were about duty, about strategy, but he had already promised one sister away, and what a reunion that would be if he ever did find Arya--the knowledge that she was to live the rest of her days at the Twins when he knew very well there was nothing she'd like less in the world. He finally had one member of his family back, and he hated the idea of trading her off like cattle.

"If I allow the Wildlings to fight for a sovereign North, I will also need to allow them into the North. My bannermen will string me up by my feet before they allow that." The freefolk had been kept beyond the wall for generations. As king, Robb already had several unpopular decisions under his belt, and the crown on his head had never felt so precarious; how much more would his bannermen allow before they took that crown and struck him down? Would it be worth the risk?

Robb glared at the map for another moment before looking up. His expression softened as he met his sister's eyes. "You've become quite the strategist."

[rodulv]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

@daecaerys asked: I do not understand the appeal of this.

"Well,   one   can   do   a   tournament   for   many   reasons.   Your   brother   Viserys   had   a   tournament   in   his   honor   when   he   was   born   I   believe."   Or   so   her   father   said,   and   certainly,   if   the   rebellion   hadn't   started,   there   would've   been   a   tournament   for   the   princess,   now   a   queen   of   dragons   beside   her.   Bright   and   smart,   Sansa   wonders   why   her   advisors   hadn't   explained   more   of   how   Westerosi   culture   works.   "Sometimes   it's   for   a   lord   to   find   the   best   knights   and   have   them   as   their   guards.   Other   times,   for   birthdays   and   others   simply   to   find   a   suitor   for   a   daughter   or   a   son.   In   this   case,   it's   a   good   way   for   the   highlords   and   smallfolk   to   see   you."   Sansa   explains   with   ease,   she   had   made   her   favor,   though   she   thinks   it   unlikely   that   a   man   will   ask   for   her   favor   after   everything   that   had   passed   on.  

Regardless,   it's   tradition.   The   last   time   she   saw   a   tournament   she   had   been   in   the   Vale   under   a   different   name,   in   hiding.   It   felt   good   to   be   seen   as   a   Stark   once   more.   "To   them,   you   are   a   stranger   who   came   with   dragons   from   abroad.   Despite   being   born   here,   of   course.   This   is   to   prove   to   them,   that   you   are   no   Aegon   the   Conqueror.   And   that   you   can   find   fun   in   our   traditions."   Tournaments   are   not   that   fun,   knights   do   get   hurt   but   there   are   balls   and   courtly   love   and   a   part   of   Sansa   still   longs   for   those   days.  

"A   knight   will   approach   a   lady   and   ask   for   their   favor.   Upon   winning   all   matches,   the   knight   gets   to   name   his   queen   of   love   and   beauty."   Her   aunt   had   been   one,   shame   it   started   a   war.   But   she   has   to   remember,   this   is   not   the   past.   She   hands   a   favor   with   the   Targaryen   colors   to   the   Queen,   silks   and   dragon   details   around   veins   of   weirwood   tree.   "One   certainly   will   ask   for   yours,   so   you   must   give   them   this."

[rodulv]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

[rodulv]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on these meme make references to royal balls, medieval ballrooms or regency, basically set during any period drama. You can change names, pronouns, titles and more as you see fit. Most of these were taken from different source materials found via google search. This meme makes references to masquerades, royal dances and partners.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

It was you. I know it was you.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?

I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.

All the ladies must dress the same and the men have to find their partners. It’s a game of sorts. 

Even the smallfolk have their own version of the ball, at the steps of the castle.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?

A masquerade could have been a beautiful dance. 

 Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.

Each finds a partner, and upon the bell, we must change partner until we find the one we came to be. . .or the one we desire.

It has been a while since you gave me the honor to dance with you.

If the princess is not too occupied, I would wish for a dance, perhaps?

The Queen and King have to open the ball but the King is gone. No mind, I shall be in his place.

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them. 

 But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.

But when balls are held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best.

Will you be my princess for the Ball?

Keeping pushing, Andrei, and you and I are going to play a game.

Nothing like a ball to cheer a nation, give the old lords wine and the young boys the opportunity to find a nice woman and everyone shows up.

Where are you taking me? The ball hasn’t ended.

Royals is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper?

You cannot behave like a brute. It is my duty to dance with every suitor. I am their princess.

I do not recognize you, my lord? Are you from these lands? 

It is bad luck to steal a princess.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.

The beauty of a ball is not just in its grandeur, but in the connections it sparks, the emotions it stirs, and the hopes it ignites.

Just keep your eyes on me. No one else here matters.

I shall keep dancing with you until you stop being stubborn and go speak with me. Or you rather have people whisper?

The princess looks beautiful tonight, does she not?

Father, please, you must dance as well. Your dull looks are making people bored.

You promised me a dance when you were better. Are you?

I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together and every time we've been apart.

I can feel people's eyes on me.

Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne.

You both get to choose your passions and adventures, while my beloved is chosen by me. And now I must join them for a dance.

Are you planning on running away when the clock strikes midnight? 

If you do wish to go away, I know a spot, secluded enough.

You wish for me to go with you, alone, unchaperoned. I am a maiden, my lord. 

Aye, but I am no lord, sweet maiden. And these masks allow us some privacy.

This is my last chance to find a match on my own accord. If I don’t. The King will do it for me and I would rather not.

 I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Believe me - they're all looking at you.

 They're all looking at you.

You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

 I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am?

 It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

How charming, how perfectly charming.

When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage would this marriage be of?

I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Our prince seems quite taken with her.

She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Walk into the room knowing you are the best. Shoulders back, chin up. Their attitudes will totally change.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

The ball is about to come to an end, and you have yet not told me your name. 

I thought we agreed we would remain strangers.

I’m afraid my true identity would put you in danger. 

Have you ever been kissed by a stranger at the end of a ball? If not, let me be the first.

Put him on all the invitation lists, he's a divine dancer.

I’m afraid I’m more used to swordfight than ballroom.

You will ruin your pretty gown, princess. I would not wish to step on your toes.

 Silly, I am a great dancer, no one ever steps on my toes.

No. Let them dance. Interrupting would cause a scandal.

One of these men will be my husband one day. What a thought.

The art of husband seeking at it’s peak, during royal ball season. 

Maiden beware, a gentleman can become a beast when the bell strikes.

[rodulv]

"But   I   am   no   longer   the   girl   who   went   to   King's   Landing,   Robb.   Neither   are   you   the   boy   left   in   Winterfell."   He   had   a   title   now,   a   crown,   and   by   extension,   she   had   one   of   her   own.   He   grew   amidst   war,   she   grew   up   in   a   court   of   snakes   to   learn   how   to   properly   survive.   She   listens,   and   she   has   alternatives,   neither   that   her   brother   or   her   mother   might   like   but   if   she   learned   something,   is   that   arrangements   can   gain   you   an   army   in   turn.   "The   Knights   of   the   Vale   will   come   to   your   call   if   I   marry   Harrold   Hardyng.   Lord   Baelish   said   as   such,   without   Aunt   Lyssa,   many   support   your   cause   but   our   Aunt   refuse   them   to   let   them   help."  

But   Aunt   Lyssa   is   dead   now   and   they   could   have   the   Knights   on   their   hands.   He   could   gain   more   armies   besides   the   rivermen   and   the   northmen.   Proper   knights   trained   for   this   purpose.   "He   also   said   Jon   has   earned   the   loyalty   of   the   freefolk.   They   will   fight   for   him,   with   him.   Send   him   a   raven   at   least."   She   wants   home,   desperate   for   it.  

Desperate   for   snow   and   wolves   and   the   Godswood,   she   would   kneel   there   and   pray   for   gratitude   for   being   alive   with   her   family.   "They   might   not   seem   like   it,   but   the   Lannisters   are   afraid,   Robb.   You   gained   much   territory   and   they   are   feeling   cornered.   They   took   the   Tyrells   because   they   are   one   of   the   few   between   you   and   them."

Grey Wind leaned into Sansa's touch, his furry nose nuzzling against her soft palm. Robb watched the two of them for a moment, the slightest of smiles threatening to overtake him. But he did not smile much these days--there had not been much reason to. He had always been a happy child, happy to play pranks with his siblings, to teach them games, and run free through the woods. Now, he was up against a wall, facing an impossible choice. But he had Sansa back, and this reunion, watching her side by side with Grey Wind, knowing their mother was in the other room, that at least a small part of their family was back together--that meant more than any victory in battle. But his bannermen were unlikely to see it the same way.

"I will always worry about you. I'm your brother. It is my duty to worry about you." And now that he had her back, he had to figure out how best to keep her safe, but even their home was dangerous territory now, overrun with the Iron Born. "If we go North, my men will never ride into battle again. If I take them North now, and they arrive home, safe and comfortable in their beds with their families--" Robb paused, tongue between his teeth, his eyes falling to a spot in the distance, though he saw none of it. He was thinking of Winterfell, of their home. It was all he wanted, all he'd wanted for so long now, so many long years in this endless war. "--they will never ride South again. We will lose everything we've fought for."

[rodulv]

❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. ft. @aeg3n.

"I'm   not   a   lady,   my   lord."   Eyes   shift   slightly   toward   Jon   Connington.   The   Northern   lords   behind   her   are   already   harsh   and   ready   to   defend   her   new   position   and   title,   but   Sansa   knows   how   the   South   negotiates.   The   man   is   trying   to   diminish   her   position   and   by   doing   so,   that   of   her   brother.   "Your   Dragon   Prince   has   not   earned   the   North's   trust   to   call   him   Prince   and   yet,   I   call   him   his   Grace,   all   I   ask   is   the   same   politeness,   or   have   you   forgotten   how   court   works   while   in   Essos,   Lord   Connington?"   Words   are   sharper   than   swords   at   times,   Tully   eyes   remain   on   him   before   they   look   back   at   the   Targaryen   before   her.  

He   is   all   dragon   in   looks,   or   what   she   imagined   they   would   look   like,   but   she   is   there   with   a   purpose.   "I'm   a   Princess   of   the   North,   Your   Grace.   I   demand   the   same   respect   as   any   other   who   holds   a   royal   title.   Even   more   so,   I'm   an   emboy   of   a   King,   my   brother.   I   would   hate   to   see   negociations   ruined   before   they   begin   for   your   council's   lack   of   respect."   Little   dove   has   learn   how   to   fly.   A   wolf   is   a   wolf,   regardless   of   her   lack   of   looks,   Sansa   remains   polite,   looking   once   more   at   Connington.

  "My   brother   requests   access   to   Storm's   End   crypts.   There   is   said   to   be   dragonglass   and   we   require   it   for   a   fight   that's   to   come."   There   is   a   few   northern   lords   that   agree   with   her   words   and   the   princess   smiles   in   turn.   "Winter   is   here,   Your   Grace.   There   is   a   bigger   battle   than   the   throne."

[rodulv]

❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. ft. @burnnouts robb.

"You   do   not   need   to   worry   about   me   anymore,   brother.   I   am   safe   now."   Winterfell   might   not   be   in   their   hands   at   the   moment   but   being   around   one   of   her   siblings   is   enough   comfort   for   her   to   relax.   How   she   wished   Lady   was   alive,   just   as   Grey   Wind   stands   there   and   is   a   comfort   of   it's   own.  

Sansa   presses   a   hand   into   his   furr,   passing   on   her   thoughts,   perhaps   he   could   find   her   a   pup   for   her   to   train,   to   show   she   is   a   Stark   once   again,   that   she   did   not   betray   her   family   because   she   wished.   "I   know   nothing   of   war   myself   but   I   have   seen   the   way   the   Lannisters   think,   Robb.   Do   not   trust   the   Freys.   We   must   go   North."   no   one   would   dare   do   North   in   this   weather,   with   winter   approaching,   they   could   reagroup   and   rethink   strategies.   "Jon   is   at   the   Wall.   Tell   him   to   come   home."

[rodulv]

❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. ft. @dcviline lucas corbray.

"Alayne   is   not   my   name."   The   darkness   of   the   dye   is   fading   away,   revealing   the   red   under   it   all,   what   Baelish   told   her   to   cover   at   once,   she   decided   against   it.   News   of   the   North   reached   her   and   her   heart   screams   of   home.   Her   brother   Jon   is   Lord   Commander   of   the   Night's   Watch,   and   she   must   go   to   him,   perhaps,   that   way,   there   would   be   no   need   to   continue   this   charade   and   give   Littlefinger   the   pleasure   of   being   in   control   of   everything.

  "I   trust   you   will   keep   this   a   secret,   Ser   Corbray.   But   my   name   is   Sansa   Stark   and   I   must   need   you   to   take   me   to   the   North   at   once."   Those   in   the   Vale   who   supported   the   Starks   will   gather   the   knights   and   once   she   sends   word,   they   will   help,   she   knows   of   this,   as   kin   to   Lyssa   Arryn,   they   will   follow   her.   Tully   eyes   are   harder   to   hide   now   that   her   hair   is   showing   as   it   once   was,   no   longer   in   the   lie.   She   is   not   Alayne.   She   is   Sansa.   "I   will   give   you   whatever   you   desire,   but   I   must   go   North   to   my   brother   Jon   at   the   Wall."   

[rodulv]

❦ heart this post for a starter from sansa. if you want a specific verse in mind, do let me know and if you are a multimuse, please narrow down your muses so i can pick and choose.

[rodulv]

ROYAL ROMANCE AND SPICE PART TWO. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance

this is part two. part one can be found here. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

actions and scenarios. add +reverse for the opposite scenario.

(play pretend): our muses have to pretend to be married or betrothed to be allowed in the same room together.

(one bed): while on the run, our muses must share a bed.

(courtly love): one muse is a knight at the service of the other muse, and they have courtly love behavior.

(it can never be): one muse is married while the other is a knight not allowed to be married. Theirs is an impossible romance.

(coronation): receiver is crowned king/queen, sender is watching closely. 

(succession): the unlikely heir, receiver is crowned heir to the realm while sender, their fiance/lover watches.

(where our hands touch): our muses hands touch accidentally causing them to pause mid conversation.

(do not strike): sender is about to slap receiver for an offense but receiver catches sender’s hand, bringing them close.

(am i not enough): receiver finds out sender has a mistress/lover.

(i am not taken): sender questions receiver’s relationship with someone, receiver informs them said someone is their relative, to sender’s delight.

(yo-ho a pirate’s life): sender is a pirate and receiver finds themselves on their ship.

(bridal style): receiver is injured and so, sender picks them up to avoid further injury.

(your coat is warmer): sender is cold or underdressed and receiver places their coat on their shoulders.

(sworn enemies as lovers): despite being sworn enemies, our muses pretend to be lovers/or marry to join forces against a bigger enemy.

(the faints): sender faints/trips and receiver is there to catch them.

(in the rain): our muses are caught in the midst of rain and seek refuge while it passes. They are alone.

(bath): receiver is taking a bath and the sender appears in the room, taking in the suggestive view.

(masquerade): at a ball, people are encouraged to dance. Sender and receiver do not know one another and dance under the guise of strangers.

(masquerade for us): sender and receiver know each other and play pretend during the night with their masks on.

(like a shoe): sender helps the receiver with their shoes, their hand lingers on the receiver's ankle.

(through the mirror): sender asks receive to help them out of their dress, receiver takes their time with each lace.

(how it begins): our muses are encouraged to talk alone, hoping to find common ground for a marriage.

(bedding): sender and receiver were wed and now it’s their wedding night.

(the gods are our witness): receiver and sender fooling around, the desire grows with each day.

(their knight): receiver is a knight/prince who gives their cloak to a lady/princess to help her cover herself.

(victory tastes good): reunited, our muses have their first kiss after a war/battle.

(learn from me): sender is teaching receiver how to use a weapon and stands too close.

(marriage of inconvenience): sender and receiver are forced into a marriage that neither likes. Despite this, a spark is lit.

(in love and war): our muses are enemies, somehow, through forced proximity, they find comfort in each other.

(a kiss like medicine): sender is grieving and receiver is comforting them, in the midst of it all, sender kisses receiver.

(shut me up): during an argument, the sender forcefully kisses the receiver to shut them up.

(in your arms): continuation of the one bed trope, our muses wake up in the same bed, having drifted close and cuddle.

(it’s fate): sender and receiver are fated to be together and they meet, they can feel it in their souls.

(what is honor in the hands of love): despite not being wed, our muses sleep together in a night of thirst and love.

(mutual pining): sender and receiver are in love, tension keeps on growing but both are afraid of ruining what they already have.

(defend): sender hits someone to defend receiver’s honor.

(runaway wedding): our muses marry in secret.

Sentences and quotes. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

What I want... the only thing I want has always been you.

She looks weak and delicate but you don't know how brave she is. She's the bravest woman in all the three realms. 

After I met you, my life has purpose. I don't know what my life would be like without you.

I can deal with him trampling me underneath his feet .. but I can't bare to see him hurt you even a little bit.

You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one... if he's the right one. 

Which is why we're too young to realize certain things are impossible.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty. 

But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him.

. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.”I know the truth now. You've figured out I'm falling in love with you and you're trying to make me stop by hurting me this way. Well it won't work.

You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul.

When my mother-in-law visits, the mice throw themselves at the cat, begging to be eaten.

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart.”

. . . if you can't see the good man he is, you need to unscrew them eyeballs of yours and try on a different pair.

The man irritated her just like a rash.

I’ve no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do. 

If I choose to make a darling of you, there is nothing you can do about it.

"She was going away, but I detained her.

if i loved you any less i might be able to talk about it more

I'm asking you to tell Lady Cassandra about my good qualities as well as the bad ones.

Don’t mistake softness for weakness. Only a strong man can be soft with a woman.

I will make her mine.

It simply isn’t a woman’s nature to be silent for prolonged periods of time.

I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go.

What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?

Count this as a mere taste, sweetheart, of all the pleasure I can give you. 

Shall we duel with our lips?

Are you saying that I normally look as if I'm tending sheep? With straw in my hair? As if I might yodel?

Your Grace, Are you trying to get me into your bed?

You don't have to kiss a lot of frogs to recognize a prince when you find one.

Thought you didn't like red hair.

The gown makes my mouth water, love.

Husband-hunting. Always a rousing sport. I suppose you go there dressed to kill.

It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost.

I've never met a woman or a lock that didn't love me.

We are here to discuss your foolhardy behavior.

Masquerades are frivolous, scandalous—

Tonight, with these masks, ladies are allowed the freedom men have without during the entire year.

My body craves your touch. Every time I look at those lips, I want to kiss you senseless.

You’ve driven me to the brink of madness without laying a finger on me.

The young Miss Stratton was a taste of heaven, there was no doubt… and he was going to savor every mouthful.

You claim I have your heart. And what if you have mine?

Courtly love is a dangerous game, and those who play for lust rather than love are often richly rewarded in scorn.

He won my hand from my father and my heart.

Some gentlemen are not afraid of an assertive lady.

I seem to remember you calling me a bastard for watching you bathe.

It's nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.

I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and I shall know that I've served ye well.

Don’t be afraid. There’s the two of us now.

You are the pineapple of Great Britain.

I like my pleasure guaranteed.

I was warned against the thrall of a maiden’s magic.

I cannot concentrate with you hovering, breathing, and telling me to concentrate.

You should not be here in my chambers. . .

It is you I cannot sacrifice. I burn… for you.

To Meet A Beautiful Woman Is One Thing, But To Meet Your Best Friend In The Most Beautiful Of Women Is Something Entirely Apart.

Yes, I Know. You Are Not The Marrying Type. Yet Have You Considered You Are Not The Type Women Wish To Marry?

I have been longing to do it again.

I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?

I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me.

You have half a husband, Charlotte. Half a life. I cannot give you the future you deserve. Not a full me.

If what we have is half, then we shall make it the very best half. I love you. It is enough.

The next time we meet, it will be in our wedding day.

Marrying for love is like adding extra to your meal.

I do not want you to be married. I would grow to hate your wife.

Mark my words, Lila. You'll be mine in all ways you can imagine.

Would you cast aside your marriage for me? I would offer you the one thing marriage has never given you; pleasure.

[rodulv]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

[rodulv]

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on this meme have been taking from different media and sources. They all touch on the topics of romance, difficult and forbidden love, mostly setting in the political schemes of war and peace and royal court. Change names, locations and nouns and you see fit. Some lines might have foul language.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Could someone treat you badly and still love you? 

Even so, in the midst of this complicated love, there is a holy union.

Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.

I hated him now because I has loved him then.

 I'm not like you. I can't afford to be reckless.

When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?

Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I'm an heir to the fucking throne? 

You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family.

She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.

Your wish is my command, my queen.

You can always leave my service.

Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.

You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.

You are going to regret that, Your Magical Regalness.

Just because I am  a prince doesn’t make my life a fairy tale.

So kiss the others for all I care, but don’t hold back with me.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king.

 I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.

You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king.

Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.

There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.

You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.

We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.

...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.

I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man.

You're the most important person I've ever met.  And I should have never met you at all.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am.

It's almost impossible for those who have had an intimate relationship to return to a formal one.

I question if within you is any magic.

You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.

The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.

For kings, the world is extremely simplified: All men are subjects.

A king deserves reverence when being addressed.

Yes, she had abused her title and station before, but for minor stuff, not to steal a warship.

You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.

When God calls you into His Kingdom, your way of life will reflect royalty if you serve Him with loyalty.

My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.

You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.

I have to be seen to be believed.

Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.

That is your very own myth. The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.

I know that names have power. That is why I cannot let her forget hers. 

You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.

A bad king revels in his importance. A good one hates his office. 

Crowns belong to those that serve.

She was their witch queen, and they adored her.

Beatrice is going to be queen someday.

Kings are only kings because one ancestor was quicker than another to place a crown on his own head.

Queen, do not allow a commoner to dethrone you. Own that throne. You are royalty.

A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.

My mother once told me that everything is fuelled by either money or sex, because both lead to power.

Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.

She holds a nation’s fate within her shaking hands. She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.

My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?

Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky.

Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.

Climb up the family tree of any of them high enough and you’ll find a commoner who dared to take a chance.

Am I forbidden to do what all may do?

My arrival saved the kingdom, while his only reiterated that his blood would fill the throne one day.

Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?

So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them?

If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.

I’d decided that I was going to stop dressing like a princess and start dressing like a queen.

Don’t touch me. Don’t tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don’t. Don’t pretend you are falling in love with me. 

I know you are lying, and every word you say hurts even more. 

Before the wedding, and the bedding, when I will have to take you as my lord and husband?

I may not be a king or a queen, but I'll be damned if I'm not treated like royalty.

He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.

It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.

Men only treat women like princesses when they want to use them like prostitutes.

You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.

I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him.

Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.

To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

Only fools wait when their enemies are coming, to see if they may prove to be friends.

When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust.

I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for your touch.

And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons.

[rodulv]

ᴍʏ ꜱᴋɪɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ, ᴛᴏ ɪᴠᴏʀʏ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ. ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛᴇꜱʏ.

Princess Sansa Stark of The North from George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and HBO's Game of Thrones, follows show age timelines with add ons from the book and further headcanons. read pinpost. written by cali.

[rodulv]

RODLUV⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR LADY/PRINCESS SANSA STARK FROM HBO'S GAME OF THRONES AND A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE BOOK FRANCHISE. FOLLOWS SHOW STORYLINES UP TO SEASON SIX WITH A FEW CHANGES. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

PSA: if you came here for queen in the north sansa, you came to the wrong place. perhaps if george ever releases the books and she ends up like that i might change it, but the show ruined her character and her relationship with her siblings to put her as queen, so no. sansa works as lady of winterfell and due to her experiences, serves as hand of the king to her brother and advisor in the small council as well leading her own cause for women who were hurt during the war. if you call her queen, she will correct you.

promo.

rules under the cut.

01ㅤ| ㅤㅤintroductionㅤ : ㅤmy name is CALI (SHE/HER, CST+3) born in 1994, 21+ .welcome to my PRINCESS SANSA STARK muse blog. this blog is private, selective and mutually exclusive. meaning i won't interact with blogs that are not mutuals with me. [this blog is open to plotting both on discord via tupperbox and tumblr].

02.ㅤ| ㅤㅤactivityㅤ : activity on this blog will be medium to low through the week days. i'm mostly active at nights and from fridays to sundays activity will be higher through the weekends and through tupperbox on discord .best way to reach me will be through discord that can be asked upon request to create a 1x1 server or just to talk. [please don't pressure me for replies or asks. as well, communication is key, i'm not a mind reader so if something is bothering you, asking me is okay.].

03.ㅤ| ㅤthreadsㅤ : ㅤthreads will be dropped and asks will be cleared. we are always welcome to do multi threads at the same time. if i get overwhelmed i will usually drop things to start over. i have a generalized anxiety disorder so that affects my productivity too asks are always welcome to be turned into threads . do not reblog memes from me unless we are mutuals. [and if you want to unfollow me, please softblock. as well, if we are friends, always reach out if you are uncomfortable, i will do my best to improve]

04.ㅤ| ㅤㅤformattingㅤ : ㅤfrom january, 2023 , this blog is forced to have only the BETA EDITOR + TRIM. please keep this in mind while roleplaying with me if you are still using the legacy editor. I no longer use small text as my go-to formatting but i might use it at times. i am still available to use legacy when required but do keep this in mind ㅤ[BETA EDITOR + REGULAR TEXT + DOUBLE SPACE. WILL USE ICONS IRREGULARY.]

05.ㅤ| BANNED FACECLAIMS. elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, amber heard, allison mack, gal gadot, johnny depp.

06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcreditsㅤ : psd, graphics, promo are all done made by me through my resource blog. some days i will be iconless and others i will use them, mostly when i'm at home. [i write novella, multi-para and single line as well text roleplay via discord/tupperbox and tumblr as well].

07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. I play sansa as being in her early twenties so some nsft content might appear. I play sansa with a hugh distrust for many people, men and women alike but mostly women, due to her experience with cersei. i consider her to be demiromantic and at the beggining, in love with the idea of love. but she wishes for the romance.

08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].

09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. but if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends]. sansa is a survival of psychical and mental abuse so she might be triggered by some unexpected touches if you are not family.

10.ㅤ| a song of ice and fire : ㅤ the world of a song of ice and fire involves death, gore, betrayal, medieval like talks, fantasy talk as well mentions of incest, all will be present so keep this in mind. incest features heavily in the show and book so it will be mentioned.

11.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my sansa from show and even book. if you don't like, don't follow. and if you do, please respect the choices.

there will be no queen in the north arc here for sansa. it was poorly made, just to make all the female characters in the show the same girlboss girlkeep who know better than men. that's not sansa. sansa is lady of winterfell until jon gets a wife and hand of the king, taking a place in the small council of the north as well one of his trusted emboys.

no ramsay bolton arc either here. it was shady and awful how d/d waited until the actress was eighteen to film those scenes and literally steal another book character's storyline just to give it to sansa. after she escapes to the vale and takes on the alynne name and hears her brother jon is lord commander, bryanne finds her and she goes to the north, crossing paths with theon along the way, that tells her that they need to retake winterfell, as her friend jeyne is there, informing her who the "arya" in winterfell is.

sansa tells jon of the knights of the vale as cavalry. no need to create animosity or this sense that sansa doesn't consider him good at being king or commander when that's literally what he is.

sansa speaks up and approves of jon as king in the north.

when the truth of his parentage is revealed, she still claims he is a stark and the lords chose him, if anything, him being lyanna's child would endear them more to him.

she might, however, see this as another opportunity to push cersei off the throne. this is the one scheme she might see, with him being rhaegar's son and howland reed arriving with official papers that prove it.

sansa fixes one of the old castles up in the wall as a home for women in peril, with no husband, pregnant and alone or orphaned.

she might not be too warm about the idea of either aegon or daenerys coming to westeros, but she agrees that as long as the north and what robb gained in battle remains under their control, they can do as they please.

she is a princess now and has her title to use as leverage. despite not wanting to wed, she does use it as a way to get what she wants if they need more armies and lands.

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