#[ ♔ dethroned. ]

[divine-reflection]

Hey everyone! thank yall for the patience! These past few weeks were very dreadful both emotionally and mentally....thankful, things are starting to look up. I just replied to several threads! i put them in my queue so look out for them!

[jonquildove]

egoxistic:

{ ♔ } He did not enjoy the fact that she suddenly spoke up against him, so for now he clenched his fists even tighter and went after her, he taking the visor of his armor off as he walked to her. “I do not need a queen. I do not like queens, they are greedy and sap expense to the hardworking people that bow to her. I may marry Margaery, as she is beautiful and a hero, unlike you. I do not need your company either. It is like you said, your father tried to automatically dethrone me, so why should I ever consider your request of pretending to l o v e you”. For now when he remained where he was, he decided to head in front of her, standing there with his arms now crossed over his chest. It was gullible and fun how this girl could have loved him and adored him like if he was some kind of Prince Charming, which he would never ever become either. If the stories was to be told about him, he would rather be referred as the fierce dangerous dragon who’s fire would demolish buildings and slay thousands of innocent souls. He would ride on a dragon, he touching the skin of the dragons in the tombs, the largest one being Balerion the Black Dread. Then there had been Vhagar, whom Aemond rode on. He swallowed the black darkness of the night with his massive scaled body. He could fly high and low over clouds, and other dragons like Lucerys'. He would not want to be the prince who rescued the princesses from danger, as he liked Rhaegar's battling in tourneys, he was a strong fierce leader, he was not sure he liked the love story between him and Lyanna. How could he love the wolf girl he sighted upon in the tourney so quickly, giving her a blue rose as a lady's favour -- he forgetting his love for Elia? Reading further, he had read that his marriage to Elia got annulled. He wanted to be the one who ravaged them and ripped their innocence into pieces. As he watches Ros and other woman on the bed, she bleeding from the chandelier piece the redhead gored into her skin. He did not think them innocent. Yet Sansa was someone he liked to torment, an innocent wolf. He leaned in, eyes fixed on her in a creepy way. “I am not a part of your little dream, Sansa. It will never ever come true. I will personally see to it myself”.

Sansa was surprised when Joffrey walked in front of her, but stood her ground. She did not wish to anger him, though. How could he call her not beautiful? He had said she was, vowing to never hurt her again, they kissing in the morning light of the balcony and he giving her a necklace. His eyes had been soft and kind, saying he would protect her from harm. “I only meant…who will carry on your legacy, if you don’t have a Queen?" She says in a soft voice, he thinking it sounded more so a whine. "And, I just thought…if you ever had any feelings for me…” His words still stung, despite her already knowing his cruelty. What had happened to the gallant prince she’d once loved with all her heart? And she had once thought he’d reciprocated her feelings for him… She couldn’t help gulping, upon seeing his eyes fixed on her so creepily. How miserable was Joffrey determined to make her, was her life going to be a living hell from now on? “I understand, Your Grace. I’ve learnt my lesson.”

[icefiire]

º   .   ♔   ⸻   the capital of king’s landing welcomes EDDARD STARK of HOUSE STARK, the FORMER RULING LORD of THE NORTH. news borne by a raven sends word that she bears a resemblance to VIGGO MORTENSEN. the  FORTY SEVEN year old CIS MAN is reputed to be LOYAL and HONEST, but with the eyes of court watching their every move, they might turn out to be COLD and JUDGEMENTAL. when songs are sung, their verses speak of  whispers of promises fulfilled, fists clenched and mouth silent, & chapped winter lips turned down into a frown. whispers throughout the seven kingdoms claim that their allegiance lies with HOUSE STARK, where they conspire to DETHRONE THE BASTARD JOFFREY. but in the end fealty means little when you play the game of thrones.

eddard stark cannot remember much of his childhood. he did not think he would have to. he remembers bits and pieces. he remembers his father teaching him how to hold a sword. he remembers his mother placing kisses on his forehead. he remembers sneaking over the walls of winterfell with lyanna and benjen only to get caught by brandon and dragged back kicking and laughing. he had been a child once, not so stoic as he turned out to be. as he grew up, the burden of being a stark began to set in, and he became the stoic stark he was always meant to be. eventually he started discouraging his sister from her wildness, something she never seemed to get over. then again, she was only a girl. and when he was old enough, he went to the eyrie, and he met lord robert baratheon, a man who would become his best friend. though, he never forgot his siblings in the north and often wrote to them, lyanna especially.

at the tourney at harrenhal, he met howland reed and ashara dayne, the latter being the first woman he ever loved. he even told brandon he would marry her one day, which resulted in brandon laughing at him. but then, a year after being crowned the queen of love and beauty, lyanna was “taken”. ned’s father, rickard, and brandon went to demand her return, only to be rewarded with wildfire. their ashes were all that remained. then, the rebellion began, and robert took the helm under jon arryn’s leadership. after the battle of the trident and the death of rhaegar targaryen, ned went in search for his sister. he found her. and he found her dying with a babe swaddled in her arms. promise me… promise me, ned. he took the babe and claimed him as his own, much to his new wife’s ire. 

with catelyn, though, he was happy. together, they had robb, sansa, arya, bran, and rickon. he was happy in the north, as happy as a man who’d lost his entire family could be. his father, brother, sister, and mother were all gone, and ned couldn’t even keep benjen, watching him do his duty to the north at the wall. little did ned know, he would be there soon. it all began when robert baratheon traveled north to ask him to be the hand of the king. his wife had convinced him: the cup has passed, and you must drink from it, like it or not. and so ned went south. he went south, and he discovered more than he wanted to. joffrey baratheon was not a baratheon at all but a lannister. 

from there, robert dies, and ned thinks there is safety in the law. however, littlefinger and cersei lannister have more in store for him. what would have been an execution for “betrayal” turns into taking the black, and ned feels the weight of the night’s watch on his shoulders. would all of house stark be banished to the freezing north? he wishes he’d never agreed to come south. never agreed to marry sansa to joffrey. starks should never go past the neck. it always seemed to end poorly.

[jonquildove]

egoxistic:

{ ♔ } “That is good. Because I hope you realize the fact that I will not be marrying you." He waves his hands in the air in exasperation, breathing through his white lace tunic. He had found it in the woods where he hunted, smeared with dirt and leaves, yet he hand washed it in the sink with cold water and soap in basin. "I would never wish to marry the daughter of a confessed traitor. Furthermore, I do not have any slight will to ever take a wife. ” He had decided to marry Margaery, he seeing her in court, with her wry smile that seemed rather small on her face. She was beautiful and gracious, he marrying for love. They had spent their days together, he seeing she liked hawking, and he said his hobbies like sword-fighting. He liked cleaning the shininess of his sword hearteater, having also had his kingsguard dig up lion's tooth out the river. He hesitating to speak to her, shyness fluttering in his tongue, differing to Sansa, as he thinks to a happier time when he was a babe in his mother's arms. Cersei had looked at his smiling face, as she cradles him, she in the room balcony with curtains dancing in the breeze. He wishes he could be happy like that again, his life befallen with tragedy and responsibility, yet perhaps he could with Margaery. Sansa thought him cruel now, he hearing whispers he had gone mad like King Aerys -- he was a strong leader! he thought though, the ringing coldness of puzzle in his head turning to a shiver, the people knowing nothing. Arya had thrown his sword in there, the miserable wretch. He had defended her honour, and this was the thanks he got? He had remembered being sworn to marry Sansa, he agreeing to the marriage. Yet the maester, the elderly man Pycelle had said that had been before the Starks were revealed to be traitors to the crown, when Robert and Ned had said for their children to be engaged to be married. For now when he spoke to her, he then noticed that she had turned her back on him. In fact, such an action could be considered rude in court, especially towards the king himself, even as he realised she was not continuing their conversation. Yet Joffrey did not focus on that for now. Gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, he wondered how to keep going on with this conversation. It was getting to him, making him almost feel affected by the words of Sansa Stark. He did not want that, he did not want women and their weaknesses to ever affect him. He saw the women in the brothel Littlefinger ran within the castle, thinking Ros an interesting redhead. Cersei, his mother was very soft, he thought. That would only prove the fact that he was maybe weak.

She turned back to face him, glancing back into his eyes. “I do. I do realize that you won’t be marrying me, and I understand your reasoning. My Father actively tried to dethrone you, he committed treason.” The words that she spoke about her Father hurt to say, but she couldn’t let Joffrey find a reason to punish her. “Pardon me for saying so, but doesn’t every King need a Queen?” Her eyes flickered down to his clenched fists, and she wondered why her talking to him incited such frustration in him.