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thebigbadbatswife ยท 6 months ago
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Hi sorry to bother you or bug you but can you please write a fanfic or maybe a short post about how would the mail Justice League members would react to female superhero reader while she's on her period apparently I'm on the starting stage of having my period cramps are the worst and I need comfort you can make this however you want it's up to you I understand if you don't want to that's fine but if you do want to do this thank you so much you're an awesome person and an amazing writer and also I think you're writing is awesome never stop loving yourself and never stop treating yourself also don't forget to have a self care day ๐Ÿ˜‡
ย Hey! Youโ€™re not bothering me at all!ย 
You know what I donโ€™t normally take requests (refer to my pinned post), but screw it. Iโ€™m having a shitty time with my own uterus so why not? Nothing makes me feel better than reading and/or writing fluff when I feel bad and hopefully thisโ€™ll make you and other people feel better as well ๐Ÿ’œ
Iโ€™ve already done a post similar to this featuring Bruce (you can find that here) so for this Iโ€™m just going to be doing Arthur, Clark and Ollie* since I know them better than I do the rest of the League. I hope thatโ€™s okay!ย 
And thank you so much for your kind words! Iโ€™m so glad that you like my writing! I hope that you enjoy ๐Ÿ’œ
*And a bonus w/ Diana since the idea came to me while I was writing the boys and I could not resist and just had to include her.
Warnings - F!Reader. Established Relationship. Period mentions (Obviously). Comfort. Fluff!
Clark keeps track of your cycle so that he can always make sure youโ€™re stocked up on the things that you need. Chocolates, sweets, sanitary products, pain medicines, his momโ€™s special homemade cookies. You name it, heโ€™s already stocked the cupboards and fridge with it.ย 
Definitely a bit of a mother hen. Likes to dote on you and make sure that youโ€™re fed and hydrated, but isnโ€™t overbearing or condescending in any way. He knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. He also knows that there are times where you just want to be taken care of and cuddled in bed until youโ€™re feeling better, heโ€™s more than happy to do so. Heโ€™s also a walking furnace so no more waiting for a hot water bottle or heat pad to warm up when youโ€™ve got Clark right there instead.
Arthur is a lot of like Clark. Keeps track of your cycle, makes sure you have everything you could possible need. You donโ€™t even need to lift a finger as he will have the palace staff bring it straight to you.ย 
Obviously, as king of Atlantis, he has duties he must attend to, but the ones that he can pass off to others he does so that he can be there for you while you need him. When he is with you be ready for lots of kissing and cuddling as he makes it up to you and does his best to make you feel better.ย 
Oliver can beโ€ฆ a little bit forgetful. He doesnโ€™t keep track of your cycle like Clark and Arthur, at least he doesnโ€™t in the very beginning of your relationship. Definitely makes the wrong joke at the wrong time and the glare that you give him is more than enough for him to realise heโ€™s messed up and badly. Heโ€™s quick to start making amends though!
Waits on you hand and foot. Anything that you want he will run and get it for you. To the point that itโ€™s like heโ€™s trying to compete with the Flash for the title of fastest man alive. Still makes jokes, but now theyโ€™re so ridiculously corny itโ€™s hard to not laugh at them when youโ€™re still trying your very best to be mad at him. Is more than happy to snuggle with you (once you have forgiven him and will actually let him).
Bonus!
Diana, of course, knows just how much periods can hurt. She sympathises with you greatly when she finds you curled upon the couch and she hates to see you in such pain and discomfort. She makes sure that you have eaten, drunk something and had some pills before she is pulling you to lay on top of her, strong muscular arms wrapping around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. She wonโ€™t be leaving your side until youโ€™re feeling better so if there is anything that you need she will order it in for you instead.
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fabuloustrash05 ยท 5 months ago
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Hi sorry to bother you I really am sorry to bug you so can I ask you something what was your reaction to the season finale of TMNT 2012 my reaction was the five stages of grief because it was a good show I understand that every good show has to have a season finale but it's still sad to know that it had to end like that it could have ended in very different ways like in good ways but not bad ways also have I ever told you how an amazing writer you are and if I haven't well I am telling you you're an amazing writer now never give up on your dreams and my reasons why I write is because not only it's my job but because I love it and I love to write fanfics and other stuff too so what are your reasons why you became a writer and what's your inspiration my inspiration would be my family and the cartoon characters I loved since I was a little child that I still watch to this day I even watch bluey yes I know it's for kids but it's also for adults too who have inner Childs in them it's also a coping mechanism for me to help me cope with stress anxiety and my trauma of having daddy issues but I will not tell you that because I know it's TMI sorry to bug you and I don't know if you're asleep or you just woke up I'm sorry have an awesome summer and try to stay cool you know in temperature
The Season 4 finale was the ending of the TMNT 2012 series for me. All the arcs in season 5 are just fun bonus epilogues to me. Except Mutant Apocalypse that is non canon and never happened. And it was a decent way to end the series but it couldโ€™ve been handled way better but thatโ€™s more Nickelodeonโ€™s fault.
And as for what made me want to become a writer, Iโ€™ve always loved storytelling since I was a kid and I was lucky to have so many great influences in my life growing up to inspire/encourage me to become a writer and tell my own stories
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honeybear-yammy ยท 2 years ago
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Hi honeybear Yammy may I ask you a question if it's alright with you of course so my question is what is your favorite comedy movie and be honest mine is Tammy you know the one with Melissa McCarthy in it she's really hilarious so that's my question and I hope you have a blessed day ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‡
Of course! I love when people ask me questions like this! That's honestly a hard one because, there are a lot of good comedy movies out there but, honestly for me, anything with Melissa McCarthy I love. I loved Tammy, Life of the Party, Identity Theft, Thunder Force, like anything with her in it I love since she is so funny and she's also one of my favorite actors so. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’—
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kinky-candyland ยท 5 months ago
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Hi sorry to bother you I really am sorry to bother you but I saw that request for open and I don't know if my request will be a good thing or bad thing but my request is can you please make a candyland fanfic x female reader you can do whatever you want to it it could be anything you want it's up to you if you don't like the idea I understand but if you do thank you so much anyway you're an amazing writer and I hope you continue to do what you love doing best by your choice and your standards anyway sorry to bother you I hope you have a wonderful summer have a self-care day don't forget to treat yourself and don't forget to know that you are awesome at being yourself ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ˜‡ also Happy Father's Day
Hi coolgirl32, I just a few questions. Are you asking for a me x fem reader fanfic? I mean, Iโ€™ll write what youโ€™re asking, no problem, but I just wanna know what exactly youโ€™re asking me. Please respond.๐Ÿค—
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kazunewolfwood-blog ยท 1 year ago
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coolgirl32 ยท 2 years ago
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Hey everybody coolgirl32 here asking for some request now it can be anything that is based on a cartoon that I heard of but give me some ideas please I hope all of you have a wonderful day ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ
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fabuloustrash05 ยท 5 months ago
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Hi sorry to bother you/bug you but can I ask you something how would you feel if I were to tell you that if I made a hc about the 2012 TMNT girls like April, karai, renette, (I think that's her name I don't know if I got it right or wrong let me know if I got it wrong) and Mona Lisa you know about how they would go on a girls night out like fighting crime saving the night/day and being pals and everything also I'm glad I know that there's another TMNT fan cuz I watch the 2012 TMNT show when I was a little girl it's been my comfort show since I was like 8 years old sorry to bother you anyway I hope you know that you're an awesome writer and you should always remember to believe in yourself and love yourself and also have a self-care day cuz all writers deserve a self-care day anyway hope you have a wonderful summer and try not to go to the sunburn ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿž๏ธ
You donโ€™t need my permission to make headcanons on characters that are not even mine lol Go for it! Share your ideas!
Also thank you for the kind words <3
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ladylaviniya ยท 22 days ago
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ณ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐’๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐€๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ. ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฒ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐š ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ- ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐, ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ž๐ ๐ ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ.
'๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ?'
๐‹๐š๐๐ฒ ๐‹๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง, ๐ฌ๐š๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ฎ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž, ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ -๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ค ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ณ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ.
๐๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค!๐€๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐— ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐Ž๐…๐‚
๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐„๐š๐ญ, ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ-๐–๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐ˆ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐€๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ƒ๐ฎ๐›๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐Š๐ข๐๐ง๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ ๐ž, ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐•๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ง๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž, ๐’๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ, ๐๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ ๐„๐ฑ๐ž๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐•๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
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Author Notes:
โ˜…I would like to express the knowledge that I do not approve or perform of any of the actions the characters of this fanficition demonstrate.
โ˜…This story is not fit for every viewers eyes and it will be glorifying acts of trauma and characters that shouldn't be in reality.
โ˜…If you do not wish to see this content please block #thebronzedragon (scroll and you'll find it is the first tag.)
โ˜…This story might be alarming and severely upsetting for people who have had experiences with rape, abuse, bad demonstrations in BDSM lifestyles and bondage play and cnc play, domestic violence.
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kazunewolfwood-blog ยท 1 year ago
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@coolgirl32
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"Iโ€™ll get you hairballs off the streetsย ! Casey's comin!"
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xxdreamersdesirexx ยท 9 months ago
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@coolgirl32 my friend Victor asked me to write these for you since he doesn't write himself ^^ I hope you don't mind me tagging you!
Victor Creed relationship headcanons
When you ask him about it, Victor Creed says that he won't marry you.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but he still puts a ring on each of your fingersโ€“ two on some. Chunky rings, dainty rings, plain rings. Rings covered in diamonds. You hear about the robbery on the news.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but when you come back to his lair there's bottles of champagne and $200 worth of boxes of chinese food.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but you find him sleeping with a piece of your clothing under his pillow because it smells like you.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he grabs the brush out of your hand and brushes your hair for you, then sits down and expects you to do the same for him.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but every time you mention something you'd like to have, it appears in the place that you're living a few days later.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he climbs into your window at night and crawls into your bed.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he takes you to dinner in expensive restaurants full of shady men, where the conversation is low, and the food is amazing and you never see the bill.
Victor Creed says he won't marry you, but he turns the radio on to the oldies station and he grabs you in his arms and dances around the room with you.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but you catch him watching you while you're just doing nothing, with a fascinated almost adoring look in his sharp blue eyes.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry you, but he holds you tightly in his big, strong arms, against his warm, overwhelming body and you can hear the purr in his chest.
Victor Creed says that he won't marry youโ€“ but he's been here for years, and it doesn't look like he's going to go away any time soon.
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ladylaviniya ยท 1 month ago
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ณ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐“๐š๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ณ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ โ€” ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ
๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ || ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐€ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง ๐ ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฐ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ.
๐๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค!๐€๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐— ๐‹๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง (๐Œ๐ฒ ๐Ž๐…๐‚)
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ƒ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐„๐š๐ญ, ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ-๐–๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐Œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ž๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž, ๐€๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ, ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐€๐›๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐•๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž. *๐๐จ ๐’๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ*
๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: ๐Ÿ‘,๐Ÿ—๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๐ค
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๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ:
โŠนโ‹›โ‹‹( โ—ยดโŒ“`โ—)โ‹Œโ‹šโŠน ๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐„ ๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’ ๐Œ๐„๐’๐’๐€๐†๐„ ๐๐„๐…๐Ž๐‘๐„ ๐‘๐„๐€๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜!!
โ˜…๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ. ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐œ๐ž. ๐’๐‹๐Ž๐– ๐๐”๐‘๐ ๐๐”๐“ ๐ˆ ๐๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐ˆ๐’๐„ ๐ˆ๐… ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„ ๐ƒ๐€๐‘๐Š ๐‚๐Ž๐๐“๐„๐๐“, ๐ˆ๐“๐’ ๐–๐Ž๐‘๐“๐‡ ๐ˆ๐“.
โ˜… ๐ˆ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐š, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ž๐๐ข๐ญ. ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ข๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐€๐ฉ๐ฉ. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐›๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐. (๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ ๐€๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐š ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ.)
๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ : "๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ" ๐›๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
Ser Gilbar surveyed the chaotic scene, the carnage of Valeman soldiers sprawled across the ground intermingled with the corpses of the six unfortunate troubadours. He took a deep, remorseful breath as he cast a look over the desolate terrain, the gravity of their mistake weighing heavily upon him.
โ€œThis was a serious error in judgment,โ€ he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of the consequences before them. โ€œHe wonโ€™t take kindly to this. Gods be merciful.โ€
Ser Ryden, the younger of the two knights, was far more nonchalant, casually cleaning his sword with a cloth, each wipe staining it a deeper shade of crimson. He dismissed his companionโ€™s concerns with a roll of his eyes.
โ€œShit happens. You sound like a woman, stop your whining Gilbar, youโ€™re overeating,โ€ he responded with a scoff. To Ser Gilbar, who stood there staring mournfully at the fallen soldiers, he said, โ€œNow, hurry, strip those troubadours of their clothes and put them on.โ€
The soldiers from the Crownlands โ€“ a total of four others in all โ€“ were busy attending to the corpses of the murdered, their nimble fingers quickly removing the outer garments adorned by the departed entertainers. Fortunately, these outfits showed only minor signs of damage, a stroke of luck considering the circumstances.
Ser Gilbar swore under his breath as he joined his fellow brothers in arms in preparations, adjusting a dull blue tunic adorned with yellow embroidery over his head. He couldnโ€™t suppress a hint of irritation, his words carrying a note of disapproval.
โ€œWe wouldnโ€™t have had to do this if weโ€™d have simply followed his fucking orders,โ€ he said, his voice tinged with resignation. Despite the unfortunate turn of events, he found solace in the fact that the consequences of their departure from the original plan were relatively minor. They were a safe distance from Runestones castle, and the ambush had occurred in a secluded area, likely minimizing any unwanted attention.
As they all awaited for the arrival of their king, the stillness in the clearing was almost stifling, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Despite the apparent anonymity of their disguises, each of them remained on alert, anticipating their sovereignโ€™s arrival. However, for the time being, all remained blissfully unaware of their presence, and the plan to enter the city under the guise of troubadours seemed to be intact. The carriage they had commandeered stood ready, waiting to carry them into the heart of the castle yards.
Rydenโ€™s response was flooded with over-confidence, his tone unphased by the mass of naked bodies by their feet, โ€œHave you met our King? Forget not how he gained the throne, fire and blood. Heโ€™s not going to give a flying fuck about this slight detour and a few corpses.โ€
Ser Gilbar paused, searching for the most apt description. โ€œMayhaps not,โ€ he agreed, his brow furrowed in thought. โ€œOur King however is rather meticulous... sometimes.โ€ He gestured at the aftermath of their chaotic ambush, a grimace on his face. โ€œAnd we have made a great mess of this already, more than what was needed.โ€
Rydenโ€™s scoff echoed through the silence like a sharp rebuke.
โ€œYou waste your breath with this Gilbar, you speak of his majesty as if he did not viciously murder his own kin astride dragonback,โ€ he retorted firmly. โ€œThe king wonโ€™t care about these fools.โ€
The sound of distant hooves reached their ears, and a hush fell over the entire group. All eyes turned toward the figures in the distance, watching as they drew nearer to their position. Gilbar found himself clenching and unclenching his fingers nervously, his discomfort mirrored by the other soldiers, each one fidgeting in their own way.
Riding majestically upon a powerful steed, King Aemond appeared like a demon spirit, straddling the boundary between man and shadow. With the glow of the moon and the distant stars on his back and raining through his long silvery white hair, his imposing figure was silhouetted in shadow, leaving his features in a shadowy veil. The air grew tense as a small group of Kingsguards who were also on horseback formed a protective ring around them, effectively caging them in a small clearing.
โ€œWhat occurred here gentleman?โ€ the King asked tensely.
Ryden bent his knee in hurried obeisance, echoed by the others. His voice carried an urgent tone as he sheepishly pleaded, โ€œYour Majesty, I implore your gracious understanding,โ€ Ryden began, bowing his head low. โ€œCircumstances beyond my control have led us to deviate from our intended course.โ€ His hunched stance reflected the towering presence of the king on horseback, a giant amongst men. โ€œOur aim was to target an unguarded convoy, as instructed, but there was an unforeseen complication.โ€
Aemond dismounted with a casual grace, his armored boots striking the ground with a rattle that echoed through the clearing. A hint of mockery laced his tone as he spoke, his eyes narrowing on Ryden.
โ€œDid you grow impatient, perhaps?โ€ he drawled. โ€œIs that why you decided to throw caution to the wind and deliberately disobey my orders?โ€
Ryden hastily corrected himself, his voice quick and strained. โ€œNo, Your Grace,โ€ he protested. โ€œIt wasnโ€™t impatience, I assure you โ€“ I only thought...it might be better to risk a slightly guarded carriage than wait any longer and risk missing our opportunity altogether.โ€
Aemondโ€™s gaze hardened on him in the dim light, his lips curling into a wry smile. โ€œIs that so? Hm?โ€
Aemondโ€™s tone was dry and contemplative as he examined the slain bodies with his shrewd eye, shifting one of them with the toe of his boot.
โ€œDespite the banquet being many hours away,โ€ he remarked, โ€œit seems your little endeavor began quite some time ago. And Iโ€™d hazard a guess that these unfortunate souls were dragged a fair distance just to end up here. So, not only were you impatient, but you also moved up your timeline considerably.โ€
Rydenโ€™s voice was tinged with a hint of uncertainty, but he carried on, eager to defend his decision. โ€œYes, Your Grace, but it was not a thoughtless move, I assure you,โ€ he reassured. โ€œThe road was deserted, there were no witnesses โ€“ โ€
As Aemond stepped closer, his towering figure casting an intimidating shadow over him, Rydenโ€™s false bravery slowly faded. He swallowed hard, but continued, โ€œWe thought โ€“ the risk was worth it. Taking on a few Valeman guards seemed the same as any other target.โ€
Aemond paused, allowing a lengthy, unsettling silence to fill the air. The quiet seemed to stretch on endlessly, only intensifying the tension. When he finally spoke, it was with a smile that was both patronizing and unnerving.
โ€œOf course,โ€ he replied, his voice dripping with irony. โ€œA perfectly logical decision.โ€
Ryden looked up hopefully, the first hints of relief flitting across his face. โ€œYour Grace โ€“ you mean...you understand?โ€ he asked.
Aemond nodded, his voice tinged with a light, almost flippant tone. โ€œIndeed. I would never oppose efficiency,โ€ he said. โ€œAnd youโ€™re correct โ€“ the risk seemed the same either way, didnโ€™t it?โ€
โ€œYes, yes, precisely your majesty,โ€ Ryden nodded, eager to validate his decision.
Aemond smiled, his tone dripping with a veneer of graciousness. โ€œOf course,โ€ he continued, โ€œThe disappearance of these guards will not go unnoticed. When they fail to return to their commanding officers, questions will be asked. And when you arrive with no guards, they will surely ask about the missing soldiers, will they not?โ€
Ryden stumbled in his explanation, his voice laced with uncertainty as he suggested, โ€œWe say that a Hill Tribe ambushed us, perhaps?โ€
Aemondโ€™s smile widened, giving a glimpse of his teeth as he responded with a dry humoring tone. โ€œAh, yes โ€“ a bold move on the part of the Hill Tribesmen,โ€ he agreed, โ€œQuite fearless to attack Vale Knights so close to Runestones instead of waiting further on the eastern roads, one might say?โ€
Ryden froze, feeling a sense of unease as he registered Aemondโ€™s words. โ€œIt โ€“ itโ€™s believable,โ€ he protested.
Aemondโ€™s tone remained steady and even, but his unsettling smile had turned fixed, lending an uncanny stillness to his features. โ€œAnd youโ€™re certain there was no possibility of someone witnessing your little transgression, considering you chose to fight them where they were and then dragged their bodies here after the attack? Instead of doing as I instructed and luring them off the road first.โ€
He tried to explain, but before he could say more, Aemondโ€™s hand โ€“ encased in its armor โ€“ suddenly encircled his throat, cutting off the flow of words. The ait around them grew colder. Ryden desperately clawed at the fingers, trying to pry them away, but they remained firmly locked in place. Gilbar and the others instinctively withdrew their daggers, but none dared to intervene as Ryden struggled helplessly in the kingโ€™s iron grip.
Aemondโ€™s voice cut through the tension, the quietness of his tone making his words all the more chilling. โ€œI dislike unnecessary risks,โ€ he stated simply, his gaze unflinchingly fixed on Rydenโ€™s flailing form. โ€œIt was sheer good fortune that you werenโ€™t discovered โ€“ mere happenstance. You gambled on the odds and fortune smiled upon you this time.โ€
Ryden gasped and wheezed, his pleas ignored by the king. He began to choke, but only when his struggle became more desperate did Aemond relinquish his grip, sending him sprawling to the ground. Then, with a careless twist of his foot, Aemond pinned his wrist beneath the heel of his boot, immobilizing him like a specimen on display. โ€œMy orders are not to be questioned or altered at your convenience,โ€ he declared harshly. โ€œI donโ€™t issue them just for the sake of it. Understood?โ€
With a sickening crunch, Aemond stamped down with his foot, crushing the bones of Rydenโ€™s fingers in a single brutal movement. The tortured sound of the breaking bones sliced through the night, accompanied by a sharp bark of pain that escaped from Rydenโ€™s lips. He crumpled forward, cradling his injured hand against his chest, his body curving in submission like that of a wounded animal.
Aemond observed the scene for a few more seconds, a malevolent glint in his eye betraying his satisfaction. With a smooth motion, he swung himself back onto his horse, as if casually brushing aside the recent violence. There was almost a perverse enjoyment in his tone as he continued, โ€œHowever, I rather like the tale of a Hill Tribesman ambush. It might raise some eyebrows, but it should hold up under scrutiny when time is limited. You may proceed with the plan as I have commanded.โ€
Rydenโ€™s face still wore an expression of shock and horror, his features frozen in the aftermath of his suffering. He cradled his injured and now mangled hand close to his chest, his voice shaken as he protested weakly, โ€œBut...but my hand...my fingers...โ€
Aemondโ€™s tone remained calm and nonchalant as he spoke, as if commenting on the weather rather than the mutilation he had just inflicted. โ€œReally, you can hardly expect to be unscathed after a supposed altercation with hill tribesmen,โ€ he remarked casually. โ€œAnd thereโ€™s nothing quite as effective at diverting scrutiny as a bit of compassion, wouldnโ€™t you agree?โ€
The king turned his back, "Ser Raynard! Be sure Ser Ryden is dealt with accordingly in the future?"
The Commander Raynard glanced down at Ser Gilbar and drifted his eyes over to the whimpering Ser Ryden.
The King and his entourage rode off into the night, the thumping of hoofbeats gradually fading away. A stunned silence lingered for a moment as Gilbar collected himself, knowing very well that the punishment could have been far more severe.
โ€œYou were correct,โ€ he noted wryly, assisting the wounded Ser Ryden to his feet. โ€œIt wasnโ€™t the corpses that troubled His Majesty.โ€
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Ser Trevor Belmore returned, bearing two goblets in his hands. With a courteous gesture, he offered one to her, a note of disappointment in his voice as he spoke. โ€œI must admit, I had anticipated a more impressive display from the Targaryen King of Westeros. After all the tales of war and conflict, it seems weโ€™ve been treated to rather...a different spectacle,โ€ he observed with a slightly bemused tone.
His gaze shifted to the nearby gathering, where the King and his company engaged in a seemingly civil conversation with your second cousin, Lord Regent Gunthor Royce of The Runestones and Ser Eldric Arryn, the current heir presumptive to The Runestones. King Aemond, in contrast to his well-known reputation, had presented a surprisingly benign and even softened persona throughout the night. It made you disgusted.
Lady Laviniya received the goblet from Trevor with a modest bow of her head, then she gently swirled the drink, all while silently resolving not to consume any of its contents.
Lady Laviniya chuckled softly under her breath. โ€œYes, my cousin Ser Eldric had some interesting observations about the ferocious King Aemond....He called him a fat goose.โ€ She whispered with a smile, her voice quieting to avoid any unwanted attention.
Trevor chuckled, his handsome, youthful face adopting a carefree smirk. โ€œI wonder, Lady Laviniya,โ€ he inquired playfully, โ€œyou speak of cousin Eldric, yet you have familial ties with the king as well, do you not? Are you not cousins also, through your father? And yet you seem to choose the company of your motherโ€™s kin instead.โ€
Lady Laviniya tensed slightly, her fingers gripping her goblet a little tighter as she responded. โ€œMy blood,โ€ she began, her voice firm and steady, โ€œMy blood, Ser Trevor, flows deeper in the veins of House Royce, the First Men who ruled these lands long before Aegon the Conqueror ever stepped foot on our precious Westeros, more deeply than that of the dragonlords of Old Valyria.โ€
Trevor dipped his head close, his smirk unwavering as he murmured in her ear, โ€œYour silvery locks and pretty lilac eyes tell another story, my lady.โ€
Laviniya suppressed a grimace, her eyes closing briefly as she clenched her jaw. Though her hair had been elegantly arranged, the whiteness of her tresses and the unmistakable shade of her eyes betrayed her heritage. Her only safeguard was her well covering mask.
Her lips pursed into a thin line and she retorted, โ€œPray Ser Trevor, let us not forget, our current King cut down the Prince Daemon above Gods Eye? Who else is there for me to pledge my allegiances if not to the House of my mother, the mighty Royce name?โ€
To say the least, it was an insult. She didnโ€™t want to be here, not in his presence. Aemond Targaryen was the kinslayer...the murderer of her father who sired her and the murder of his own brother, the usurper king before him Aegon Targayren.ย 
Though Laviniya even loathed her father at times, the brutal manner of his death left her with a sense of disgust, a bitter taste in her mouth.
Trevorโ€™s eyebrow arched in skepticism as a smirk played on his lips. โ€œI must admit, I struggle to understand how that unassuming fellow over there managed to fight in all those wars, battle after battle, and emerge victorious. And those wild tales of his savagery and ruthless conquests, ah, they fall short of the image I had in mind. Disheartening, indeed. What about you, my lady? Do you share my disappointment?โ€
One of Trevorโ€™s companions, an older knight, leaned in with a hushed warning. โ€œMind yourself, my lord,โ€ he murmured cautiously, โ€œKeep your voice down. We donโ€™t want any...unwanted attention.โ€
Trevorโ€™s face scrunched into a dismissive sneer as he spoke. โ€œUnwanted attention? We have no cause for fear,โ€ he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
The companion knight shook his head, his expression grave. โ€œYou would do well to reconsider. They say the man has a temperament that changes like the wind. One moment, affable and pleasant, the next, vicious and volatile. And he has a reputation for being rather vindictive.โ€
The Kingโ€™s actions went far beyond mere vindictiveness. He left a trail of atrocities in his wake, including public humiliation and severe punishment of those who dared to defy him. It was a shrewd political tactic of sorts, as it instilled an atmosphere of fear and obedience that led to few instances of resistance and swift surrenders.
It was hardly surprising that the southern kingdom had devoured its northern neighbors in a quick and ravenous expansion. While the Kingโ€™s abilities undoubtedly played a part, it was his ruthless nature that truly paved the way for such rapid conquest.
In small secluded hallways it was often whispered that he was not only a kind but now titled, โ€œAemond The Conqueror.โ€
Despite his penchant for cruelty, there was no denying that King Aemond possessed a remarkable level of strategic skill when it came to warfare. He was a true master of tactics, his intellect and cunning rivaling his own ruthlessness. In all his years of battling, he had never tasted defeat.
The young ladyโ€™s lavender shaded eyes flitted impatiently back and forth, her pale nose wrinkling every time she caught a glimpse of her maidservant and friend Myrielle. Trevor was boastful and proud, but he possessed a striking appearance that drew admiring looks from some of her handmaidens. Even Myrielle couldnโ€™t help but steal glances at him, finding his confidence and flourish captivating.
Trevor seemed keenly aware of the admiring looks he received, puffing out his chest slightly in an air of confident self-importance. โ€œYour elder cousin should know that the men of Runestones can count on the support of my kinsmen, should the need arise,โ€ he declared, his voice filled with the same noble pomp and bravado.
It brought a sense of reassurance knowing that the Belmore would stand at their side in their time of need. โ€œYour people are truly gracious,โ€ Laviniya replied, her smile carefully crafted to reach her eyes but lacking any genuine enthusiasm.
The pair took a small wander about the Runestones hall.
It didnโ€™t take long for Laviniya to identify the troubadours, for they were the very same ones she had been gossiping about with Ser Trevor earlier. They were the musicians that the chamberlain had deemed to be substandard in their performance and had subsequently exiled them to the outskirts of the event, far enough away as to prevent any further embarrassment.
She noted with some fascination that the lute player appeared to have a broken hand, and her curiosity was piqued. Rumours had circulated about a group of troubadours that had been ambushed by bandits en route, and these seemed to be the very ones.
Ser Trevor, with a conspiratorial tone, leaned towards her and whispered, โ€œI wonder if these troubadours are truly as atrocious as to be relegated here.โ€ He continued, โ€œAre you skilled in recognizing musical talent?โ€
She shrugged, โ€œIf they are genuinely awful, it shouldnโ€™t take much skill to discern that,โ€ She also added a touch of intrigue, questioning, โ€œBut is there such a thing as being so bad it becomes entertaining?โ€
As they approached the performance, an unexpected intermission abruptly halted the show. The jester stepped forward with a few fellow actors, his voice changing subtly to signify he was speaking out of character.
โ€œLadies and gentlemen,โ€ he announced, โ€œI am regretful to report that our actress who was to play the role of Lady Saerra has unexpectedly taken ill.โ€
He continued, โ€œHowever, rest assured, she is perfectly fine, merely indisposed and unable to continue the show. We kindly request that one among the audience volunteer to step in for her. Fear not! We have the script at hand, so all you need to do is place on this mask and read the words with a dramatic tone of voice!โ€
It seemed like the troubadours were having quite an unfortunate night. The jesterโ€™s desperate pleas for a volunteer were nearly causing her second-hand embarrassment. To add to that, she had a nagging feeling that if she lingered too long, they might enlist her as a volunteer โ€“ an uncomfortable privilege that came with being the fair lady, an easy target to be used as entertainment.
Determined to avoid the situation altogether, she subtly steered away from the scene. Thankfully, the lord seemed to understand her intent and loyally followed her.
Trevor chuckled softly, speaking in a lighthearted whisper. โ€œI thought you might have jumped at the chance to showcase your performance skills and impress us all,โ€ he teased.
As they distanced themselves from the jesterโ€™s plight, the lord brought up another unfortunate artist. โ€œIt appears that many performers are having a rough night tonight,โ€ he observed. โ€œYour lordly troubadour and now the plight of poor Lady Saerra.โ€
He continued with a dry smile, adding, โ€œBut at least I๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝve spared you from my dubious lute-playing skills.โ€
With a deadpan expression and her head held high, she threatened Trevor in a serious tone, โ€œIf I hear so much as one verse from you, I will leave you here. I swear it.โ€
Despite maintaining her serious facade, she was comfortable enough with him now to tease him with playful threats. Her step increased slightly, keeping her slightly ahead of his. Myrielle who walked on her other side touched her wrist. The time was drawing nearer that her friend wanted to greet her squire outside soon.
Trevor lowered his voice to a whisper, his expression darkened with disdain as he cast a pointed glance at the Targaryen entourage. โ€œFrankly, I find it baffling why your cousins would invite them or the King here and throw such a lavish celebration in his honour,โ€ he said, his tone filled with disdain. โ€œImagine how Prince Daemon would feel, if he were still alive.โ€
Her smile wavered at the mention of her father, Daemon, as her slender figure seemed to shrink slightly, becoming more fragile in an unspoken display of sorrow. โ€œYou know, I think youโ€™re right, Ser,โ€ she admitted, her voice laced with an air of melancholy. โ€œAemond doesnโ€™t appear to possess the aura of a conqueror, does he?โ€
Trevor understood the fragility of the fair ladies and looked genuinely remorseful. โ€œI didnโ€™t mean to bring back that painful memory,โ€ he apologized. โ€œWhat I mean is that inviting the Greens here is like letting venomous snakes into your own home. They cannot be trusted after what they have done,โ€ he said firmly. He then paused for a moment before adding, โ€œOf course, I know the decision was not yours to make, but rather your elder cousinโ€™s.โ€
Laviniya gently touched Myrielleโ€™s shoulder. โ€œThe Greens were notorious expansionists after the dance of dragons,โ€ she said, โ€œand I canโ€™t say Iโ€™ve ever heard of an expansionist snake. No, you see Ser Trevor, The Greens are rather more like rabbits... Burrowing holes in crop lands and spreading their chaos across the valleys...At times I miss Aegon the Idle. He was not so formidable.โ€ she added with a touch of sarcasm. Laviniya then motioned to move away. โ€œNow, if youโ€™d excuse me.โ€
Laviniya found herself growing increasingly frustrated. They were never going to get to discussing Myrielle, and Ser Trevor seemed capable of talking endlessly. Moreover, all this talk of politics wearied her, as it seemed to be at odds with the expected delicate sensibilities of young ladies as herself.
She couldnโ€™t help but wonder if her elder cousin really believed they could make peace with a warmonger over a fancy dinner party. And if he honestly trusted that king, with his deceptively mild demeanor, to keep his word... Well, that was his prerogative. But Laviniya tried not to concern herself too much, as she did not want to face disappointment.
She flashed a warm smile once more to the young lord Trevor Belmore, this time allowing it to reach her eyes. With a graceful wave of her hand, she signalled for her Lady-in-waiting to follow her. The flowing silk of their gowns trailed behind them as they left in a swish of fabric, creating a mesmeric spectacle.
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