#reinerose

[burnnouts]

There is a first for everything, he thought with bitter amusement. He was the first King in the North for hundreds of years--perhaps he would be the first to lose it in as much time too, the first to win every battle and still lose the war, the first Stark man to make a terrible husband and an even worse father. But he did not say any of this, not wanting her to have reason to worry. She had been married three times now, and she had more right than he, by far, to be nervous, to wonder whether this time would be the time it all went right. It will, he told himself. I'll make certain of it. The moment they were wed, he would march on King's Landing, and if he lived through that battle and returned to her, he would be the best husband he could possibly be.

"I would have liked to meet your grandmother," he said instead. She sounded like a formidable woman, and though he knew she fought her wars in a different sort of arena than he did, he imagined her like the Mormont women: a force to be reckoned with, fighting on horse back as fiercely as any man. If only she could see her granddaughter now. "Aye, we do." Robb could imagine the crown so clearly, the way the roses would sit upon her hair. It had been many long months since he'd imagined this war might end happily, but he felt that hope spark now. The hope that, soon, it would all be over. It would not be so bad, returning home with this woman at his side.

"I can take you to see them," he offered. He did not have long to get to know her, nor to introduce her to the ways of the North, but they had some time now, no matter how brief. The sooner they wed, the faster the alliance between their two houses could be officiated, and the sooner they could march on King's Landing. And in this way, he would once more be traveling in his father's footsteps: marrying a night before he road off to war. Ned had not returned until after Robb was born, nine months later. Robb only hoped it would not be so long for him.

He offered her his arm to walk her to the woods. "A big one, I hope," he said, already able to picture it: so many pairs of tiny feet running wild through the halls of Winterfell. He wanted many children, so they might grow up together in a pack as he and his siblings had.

"No   Stark   has   been   a   bad   husband.   Trust   me,   grandmother   checked."   Margaery   offers   the   little   comfort   of   making   him   laugh   or   at   least,   be   comfortable   to   be   open   with   her.   "You   are   handsome,   honorable   and   goodhearted.   All   good   qualities   in   a   husband."   She   figures   his   eyes   are   deep   specially   when   he   is   so   in   thought.   "You   grow   those   in   your   gardens,   do   you   not?   I   will   wear   a   crown   with   those."   Blue   winter   roses   but   she   will   painted   them   red.   The   Young   Wolf   and   The   Winter   Rose,   she   will   be   good   as   Queen   Alysanne   and   at   last,   peace   will   be   made.

  "My   Gods   blew   with   the   Septor   of   Baelor.   If   my   Gods   cared,   they   would've   not   let   that   happen."   So   many   people   too.   And   the   Septor   blew   and   the   smoke   could   still   be   seen   to   these   days.   "I   will   take   to   yours,   if   there   is   any   ceremony   I   must   do,   I   will   do   it."   Margaery   points   out.   She   would   rather   have   his   mysterious   Gods   than   her   own,   who   had   been   awfully   quiet   during   all   of   her   tragedies.   "A   godswood   suits   me   just   fine."   And   there   he   goes   being   honorable   in   turn.   Revenge   is   a   vile   word   but   gods   if   it   not   sounds   sweet   when   she   thinks   of   Cersei's   head   on   a   spike,   brought   by   him   as   a   gift.

  "See?   You   are   already   a   better   husband   than   all   the   others.   That   must   had   been   the   most   romantic   thing   I   been   told   these   days."   It's   not   really   a   jest,   but   she   in   turn,   brings   his   hand   on   her   own   and   kiss   it   as   a   gesture   of   goodwill.   She   will   learn   all   she   can   above   his   Gods,   so   she   can   pray   properly.   "You   will   have   your   family,   and   I   what   remains   of   mine   and   yours.   In   time,   maybe   our   own."

[gcrdenofpixels-a]

PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER.

repost, don’t reblog.

– one / name / alias.  ReineRose – two /  birthday.  October 28 – three / zodiac sign.  Scorpio – four /  height.  5′3-5′5 – five  /  hobbies.  Reading, Drawing, Singing, Play Games, Writing, Roleplaying – six /  favourite colours.  Pink, Violet, Light Blue, Gold – seven / favourite books.  The School for Good and Evil Series, Percy Jackson Series, Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children Series, The Little Prince. – eight  /  last song listened to. Whispering My Love - CAROLE&TUESDAY（Vo. Nai Br.XX & Celeina Ann) – nine  /  last film watched. Anna (And sweet glory the ns//fw there is strong, I was awkward the entire time watching.) – ten  /  inspiration for muse. Reine’s addiction to Pixel RPG’s and she still hasn’t moved on since 2013. – eleven  / dream job.  Marketing Manager. – twelve  / meaning behind your url.  GcrdenofPixels - This blog follows a flower theme && the characters come from pixel rpg’s. (Save Rocma && Igls but Ice Scream had a cameo on Mogeko Castle so I’m stretching my horizons LOL)

tagged by: @plutcstars (Thank you!) tagging: @twelve-fallen, @funamustarlight, @lemonxgels, @specialgels, or just steal it from me or something LOL but tag me uwu. 

[rosereine]

@rosereine​ formerly @reinerose-fabrique

     Indie|Semi Selective Ib Written by: ReineRosalea

     Art By: ReineRosalea/ @rozaleance​

[gcrdenofpixels-a2]

     ✿❥👑: Reine is under her usual wonky activity again, since I’m starting my second semester of college. My load this week is a little light since we’re still in adjustment period since our class schedule is still under some fixing. But once again, I’m queueing a bunch of dash ic stuff, queueing ask/thread responses. I’ll be mostly mobile-bound when I’m at school, so I’ll be active on Discord, so if anyone wants to rp there, I’ll put my discord below!!

     ✿❥👑: I’d also like to ask for... asks! Since I’ve kinda cleaned my inbox of really late stuff I’m embarrassed to answer since I’ve held them off for too long. 

Discord Username Below, let me know who you are first before adding! Mutuals Only, btw!

ReineRose#7209

[sfiddy]

Maybe check the papers? And the references?

Writer’s Block

Science has explored this… extensively.  You are not alone.

A classic study by Upper in 1974.

With replication by Didden et. al in 2007.

[reinerose-fabrique]

Hello, this is Reine, the mun of this blog, and I’m officially going to close down reinerose-fabrique, @underfriisk, @faux-reine, @fxrce-ofqxarrel, @mansion-of-a-preciousdoll, @sonnet-rose, @invenietis, @swamp-gaea, @rain-memoria, @lutopie-de-leau , @rxugedoux, and @silencialroyalex

I had a lot of fun roleplaying as this sweet cinnamon roll, but due to the lack of interaction and lack of motivation these several months, I can no longer bring this blog back to it’s glory days, I’m still addicted to rpg horror, heck I still play all of the games over and over again, but now all of the contribution I’ll make for this fandom is my art, Ib was the first character I roleplayed here in tumblr, I made some new friends because of this child, and now I’m going to give this child a long rest.

Thank you so much for following and interacting with this child, and now that Ib has her happy ending, she has to go on with her life.

To the people who want to keep in touch @reinerose-mun is my main blog, where i still scream for rpg horror games (you must follow me immediately since I plan to change my main blog’s url since I’m no longer taking care of this blog.)

@simplexrenaissance is my art blog where I still draw rpg horror, I just recently posted a digital painting of ellen, so go check that out.

Thank you so much everyone! And goodbye.

{🌹}: “Hello, everyone, this is Ib, this is the last time you’re going to hear from me, thanks for all of the nice people who interacted with me here, I made so many friends. But now my blog is ending, this is my last goodbye, thank you again, everyone! Farewell!”

[xbluerxsesx-blog]

@reinerose-fabrique @girlsmidnightsecret @buddynikki

Tagging you guys to tell you that I'll be getting to the replies I owe you from way back then today/tomorrow. You don't have to reply if you consider the thread dropped however.

[worthyheir]

"No, of course not. I do not have the ability to promise my brothers' hands in marriage, even if it would be something to tempt your family into our cause." Jacaerys was almost certain that if he had returned home with the news that Highgarder would be on their side, in exchange for the hand of Joff, Aegon, or Viserys, his mother would readily agree to the terms, but it would not be a tempting prospect for her. "I have never known the Usurper to know anything of diplomacy, and while his brother might be more intelligent, he is rash and reckless, prone to murder." His uncle, the Kinslayer. Talking of either of them tastes of ash in his mouth. "If I can assure a dragon to guard Highgarden, she might be tempted?" The Prince is relieved to hear the news, though he does do his best to keep it to himself. It would be advantageous to split the Reach, for the Tyrells to side against the Hightowers who were usurping the throne from the rightful heir. "We have a dragon that can meet those expectations." Jacaerys did not trust Ulf, hardly trusted Hugh, and, while Addam was the likely choice, Seasmoke was much smaller than Silverwing or Vermithor. "I would not have burned your castle if you had turned me away. I would have turned around and flown back to Dragonstone, with news that there was not treaty to be had with your family. Perhaps another might, but I would have deparated in peace if I was left in peace." He enjoys this, the only part of the war he is truly able to play an active role in, and he is getting quite skilled at negotiating. "We have a few options. All are formiddable, and all three have seen war. I would have to speak with the Queen about who she would consider sending to this side of the realm. All three would be able to stand against Daeron's dragon with ease ---" He is sure that, should he run into the youngest of his Uncles in the skies, that Vermax would be more powerful, slightly larger and more well trained. "---, and at least two of them are large enough to face against Vhagar and survive. If your grandmother and family can agree to bending the knee to my mother, and offering aid, I can agree to ensuring one of them are sent here."

"And   I   have   no   intention   to   marry   toddlers,   Your   Highness."   She   points   with   a   laugh   at   the   thought   alone.   That   would   not   do   for   her   grandmother   or   herself.   The   Tyrells   rose   to   power   by   handling   Aegon   the   Conqueror'   with   grace,   letting   him   inside   Highgarden   and   in   turn,   the   castle   became   their   seat   and   their   name   the   new   great   house   of   the   Reach.   They   had   to   tread   carefully.   "I   heard   the   Prince   Regent   is   less   diplomatic   than   yourself.   But   he   too   lacks   things   to   offer   us."   Aemond   himself   is   promised   to   a   Baratheon,   and   the   King   was   wed.

  Perhaps   Daeron   would   be   a   fine   match,   with   a   new   dragon   said   to   have   take   it's   first   flight   but   still,   she   is   there   to   hear   all   offers   coming   their   way.   "My   grandmother   might   feel   secure   with   a   dragon,   we   do   not   ask   for   Vhagar,   but   one   that   can   perhaps,   be   as   fearsome   if   needed."   No   small   dragons   or   untrained.   Her   words   are   clear.   If   they   were   to   get   a   dragon,   it   should   be   one   that   can   detour   Vhagar   if   the   queen   of   dragons   made   her   way   toward   Highgarden.  

"We   once   stopped   the   Conqueror   from   burning   Highgarden   by   opening   the   gates   and   let   him   in.   We   do   not   wish   to   see   this   castle   burned."   Home.   a   secured   ground   for   all   of   them   who   seek   it.   Many   family   had   flew   to   the   castle,   despite   the   war   not   reaching   this   side   of   the   Reach,   but   they   had   to   tread   carefully.   "Who   do   you   offer?"

[reinerose]

REINEROSE⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR QUEEN MARGAERY TYRELL 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. (#)

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psa: margaery was able to get out of the sept of baelor before the explosion but most of her family perished inside. margaery's plan is to seek justice for her family so she will likely align herself with either daenerys, aegon or the north, offering highgarden and the arbor with the backup of her cousin desmera and brother, willas. through them, there would be direct access to the westerlands and surround them.

PROMO. CARRD.

[burnnouts]

Robb nodded in mock seriousness. "I will, of course, value your important council in this vital matter." He bit down his smile. He had worried that it might be awkward speaking with her, that left alone with her, he would not know what to say. Yet he was glad to find that the conversation was easy enough, that he found himself smiling more in her company that he had in weeks. "Kindness is in small supply these days, it seems. It will be good to have more of it on our side." As to the rest, he nodded, the slightest flush creeping back into his cheeks at the very idea of her maidenhood. "Yes, I suppose they will. But I believe you. No one else will dare question you. In time, we will have children, and that is what matters."

Robb looked to his wolf, who lay at the base of one of the nearby trees, hardly standing guard with his eyes closed and his muzzle folded into his arm, fast asleep. And yet Robb knew from experience that the wolf was always alert, that he could be back on his feet, ready to attack, in a moment's notice. His eyes might be closed, but his senses were not. "I don't know," he admitted with a sheepish, amused sort of smile. "He sleeps at the foot of my bed now." Robb had never felt the need for bodyguards set outside his bedroom, even after the crown and its dangers had been placed upon his head, for Grey Wind would never let such dangers near. "It will be his duty now to protect his queen. He can do that from outside the door."

"I   will   make   sure   to   make   a   fair   judgement   and   let   you   know,   Robb.   My   soon   to   be   wifely   duties   demand   it."   And   her   cousins   will   know,   as   they   gossip   plenty   of   men   they   barely   see   in   the   capital.   Northern   folk   barely   travel   to   the   South.   What   she   knew   of   the   North   came   from   one   of   her   own   ladies   in   waiting   Mirra,   a   Forrester   girl   who   got   a   position   simply   because   her   mother   had   been   of   the   Reach,   a   strange   combination   indeed.   She   is   happy   that   Mira   at   least   seems   to   feel   more   at   home   among   her   folk   here.   "I   believe   you   two   will   get   along.   He   does   not   talk   much,   but   he   is   kind."   And   Willas   needed   a   wedding   to   perhaps   incite   a   marriage   of   his   own.   She   will   have   to   asses   perhaps   tell   him   to   wed   a   northern   girl   to   keep   the   alliance   thriving   between   the   two   kingdoms.  

"Surely   someone   will   check   the   sheets   in   the   morning."   A   matter   of   concern   perhaps,   as   Margaery   was   aware   that   she   had   no   blood   to   spare   for   she   was   a   qualified   rider   and   sometimes,   it   happens   in   such   a   matter.   "I   assure   you,   I   am   a   maid.   I   do   not   think   it   would   be   an   issue   but   I   thought   you   should   know.   I   simply   enjoy   riding   too   much   in   Highgarden."   Nothing   beyond   the   normal   of   what   one   must   learn   under   her   grandmother,   and   she   learned   plenty.   But   she   also   learned   that   ceremonies   were   important.   "Not   even   Grey   Wind?   Is   he   keeping   guard   outside?"   Margaery   jest   in   turn.   So   it   would   be   just   them.

[rosereine]

    Hello! this is an Ib roleplay blog that’s been remade (formerly @reinerose-fabrique), looking for roleplayers from the Ib or RPG Horror/Maker community, please like this post or reblog so I can still see if there are people active here, I’d really like to interact with other people.

[gcrdenofpixels-a2]

1. Nicknames: ReineRose, Reine 2. Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 3. Height: 5′2-5′4 ft. 4. Hogwarts: Slytherin 5. The Last Thing I googled: The Sea Gull - Anton Chekhov 6. Favourite Musicians: Kikuo, Hanatan, IV of Spades, Lea Salonga, Etc. 7. Song Stuck in My Head: KikuoHana - Wolf Boy 8. Following Now: 141 9. Followers: 133 10. Do I Get Asks?: From time to time 11. Amount of sleep?: 7-10 hours 12. Lucky Number: 4 13. What I’m Wearing: A white and blue flower shirt and matching shorts 14. Dream Job: Marketing Manager 15. Dream Trip: Japan, France 16. Favourite Foods: Spaghetti, Pandesal w/ Cheese :’)))  17. Instruments: Piano 18. Languages: Filipino (Tagalog), English 19. Favourite Song: Maroon 5 - Pure Imagination && Message in the wind - From Carole && Tuesday 20. Random Fact:  21. Aesthetic: Gardens && Flowers (Obvs Reine), Forests, The Ocean, Space, The sky during a sunny day && the sunset, old && and yellowed book pages, Cathedrals, Museums && Aquariums

Tagged by: I stole it, uwu Tagging: @tenrita, @vespariarevelio,  (UWU)

[ungvargr]

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄. having her company whilst being here to negotiate had shown him just how much good companionship was for him. he liked having someone to take care of. family. but he had a war to win , pacts to honor , and then and only then , would he allow himself to truly put all of this behind him. while staying here had it's pro's , he couldn't on good conscience let his men walk into battle without him. he wanted to be a king who stood by his men , rather than hide back and plan.

' i firmly believe that you would do such a thing. ' there's a small smirk. a little scoff at the thought of her raising the dead just to give him a piece of her mind. determined as ever. a good quality for a queen , and something he found irresistible about her. eyes shift to where his wolf pin sits secured , a warmth washing over him seeing the rose sit perfectly above it. a favor he'll keep close to him until he's home safe with her. ' our home. by time this war comes to pass , it'll be your home as well. '

"𝐈    𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰    𝐈    𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞    𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐭𝐨    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲    𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞    𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐚𝐫𝐞    𝐚    𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫    𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠."    and    men    like    him    cannot    stay    still    and    watch    others    fight    for    them    and    their    name.    She    admires    that    quality    about    him    the    most,    that    he    is    willingly    risking    his    life    for    others    because    they    fight    for    his    kingdom.  @ungvargr

  "All    I    ask    is    that    you    are    careful    and    return    to    me    safely.    Or    I    will    bring    you    back    to    scold    you    down."    She    said    adjusting    the    direwolves    pin    upon    his    breastplate    and  placing    her    own    rose    above    it    as    a    token    and    favor    for    him    to    return    it    to    her    safely.    Her    words    might    be    a    jest    but    they    carry    her    worry    and    concern.    "Return    to    me    and    the    North    so    we    can    see    your    home    safe    at    last."

[aeg3n]

ㅤㅤㅤHE  FOLLOWS  HER  INTENTLY,  EVEN  AS  SHE  TURNS  FROM  HIM,  brows  raising  upon  his  features  as  he  searches  for  a  glimpse  of  her  face.  This  rose  has  thorns,  Lord  Connington  had  warned  him,  but  Aegon  is  not  the  type  of  man  to  fear  a  sting  or  two,  if  that  is  what  it  takes  to  get  what  he  desires.  The  power,  soldiers,  and  resources  of  the  Reach  are  what  his  mentor  wants  from  these  talks,  but  Aegon  has  set  his  eyes  upon  a  different  prize.  The  knight  and  the  Spider  both  told  him  he  will  need  to  take  a  queen  for  himself,  did  they  not?  Surely  they  have  no  ground  to  protest  if  their  prince  should  take  the  initiative  for  himself. 

  ㅤㅤㅤ❝ If  I  may  speak  frankly,  Your  Grace,  it  sounds  like  none  of  your  three  husbands  was  the  right  man  for  you.  Or  the  right  king.  ❞  Some  whisper  that  she  is  cursed,  but  he  has  no  care.  Surely  this  is  all  just  a  sign  that  it  was  never  her  fate  to  be  with  any  of  those  three  pretenders.  And  this  garden  rose  is  now  free  to  wed  again.  Something  flickers  in  Aegon's  eyes  at  her  suggestion;  not  something  he  had  expected  to  hear  from  a  woman  of  her  high  esteem,  but  it  quickens  his  pulse  all  the  same.  That  small  encouragement  is  all  he  needs,  striding  ahead  to  step  in  front  of  her,  stopping  their  walk  as  they  reach  the  quiet  shadows  of  the  rose  hedges  around  them,  where  no  one  could  hear  these  scandalous  suggestions.  ❝ What  gave  you  the  impression  that  I'm  a  gentleman?  ❞  Aegon  grins,  voice  lowering  as  he  speaks,  and  a  hand  stretches  outward,  taking  one  of  the  loose  strands  of  hair  that  frames  her  face  to  tuck  behind  her  ear.  ❝ It  would  only  be  a  scandal  if  we  get  caught.  ❞

@aeg3n asked: what can i do to convince you ?

The   thrice   dowager   queen   turns   before   the   man   can   see   her   smile.   He   truly   is   doing   his   best   now,   is   he?   Her   grandmother   had   been   right.   Jon   Connington   might   want   Tyrell   power   and   the   Reach   but   the   Dragon   wants   a   flower.   Even   with   Margaery   being   wedded   to   the   enemies,   she   is   still   prized,   all   of   her   husbands   dying   before   bedding   her.   To   the   world,   she   is   still   a   maid   and   he   seems   to   be   infatuated.   "I   assure   you,   Your   Grace.   Marrying   me   would   be   a   bad   idea.   Have   you   not   heard?   Thrice   wedded,   thrice   my   husband   has   died   before   warming   my   bed."   And   she   turns   then,   her   features   falling,   green   eyes   looking   back   in   turn.  

"Which   would   be   a   shame,   surely.   Perhaps   you   should   look   for   a   bride   elsewhere."   A   short   pause   as   Margaery   let's   the   silence   fill   the   air   around   them.   "Or   you   could   bed   me   before   marrying   me,   then   perhaps   the   curse   would   be   lifted.   But   that   would   be   a   scandal.   And   surely,   you   are   a   gentleman."   And   she   doesn't   believe   herself   when   she   say   that,   considering   the   fact   he   has   dragon   blood   and   they   are   known   to   be   impulsive.  

[sigilsongs-a]

Edric can't help but allow a semi-sorrowful smile to cross his features; "my uncle was good to me," Edric replies after a moment: Renly had been a handful of years his senior, but he had been the closest of his blood kin to him; he hardly remembered Stannis back then, and his father had been an idolised image of a stranger. "I wish I had the chance to see him again, before he died," Edric doesn't even know where his uncle's remains are. "Renly once said that without a beard I favoured him, with one I favoured my father, and when I grew stern ... I resembled Stannis." There's a momentary pinch in his otherwise placid, pleasant features ... that fire-worshipping heretic is no kin of mine, he seethes internally. The Reach had been a strange journey to take, but his mother had been born in Brightwater Keep, a daughter of House Florent ... and, where else had he to go? By rights, he's sure he shouldn't have been alive. Though — neither should she. "I admit, I didn't expect to find– what I mean is... I saw the smoke in the skies, and heard what happened... I saw people grieving. And – I am sorry for your losses, m'lady."

Sanctuary. That is what he desires, but sancutary and anonymity no longer exist in harmony in Westeros ... "I did hope for that," Edric admits; how long has he been clinging to the idea of being able to lay his head down and not be on constant edge of being discovered, to sleep without the knowledge of having to wake up and run again? Likely since his cousin Andrew had set him adrift in a boat, forewarned by Ser Davos to hide himself away from the Red Woman. "Ser Cortnay," Renly's castellan and guardian (and Edric's too ... until his death defending Edric against Stannis' seige) — "taught me letters, though he said I was never his greatest student ... I shall try. Thank you, sincerely ... whatever help I can give, I will."

As Margaery settles herself and continues, Edric's muscles involuntarily tighten as she queries what his plans are. Allegiances, alliances, the war will never stop; he knows this though it does little to ease his disposition. Edric doesn't have any plans; only scattered motivations and survival instincts. "My only plans since I put my back to Dragonstone have been to avoid the fire. The people who have done me harm are those who ride under Stannis' banner of the flaming-hearted stag, and — to speak plainly — I would sooner leave these lands than risk having the Red Woman's words slither into my ear." Nor risk her hands upon him, nor have his blood spilled and fed to the unholy fires. He fidgets as he stands, his gaze caught by the flicker of an open candle flame: empty and endless ... like the Red Woman's eyes as she leeched him. "Those who pledge themselves to her god cannot be trusted, she cannot be trusted. The Red Woman will feed everything, and everyone, to the fire to chase the power she prophesied. I've seen it."

"You   look   like   Renly.   Just   a   bit.   Right   on   the   nose."   That   was   a   good   thing.   Edric   Storm,   they   tell   her,   bastard   of   Robert   Baratheon,   but   he   doesn't   look   like   the   other   she   knew   of.   Gendry   looked   like   Robert,   but   it   seems   Edric   had   inherited   more   delicate   features   but   it   was   hard   to   ignore   the   blue   eyes   and   hair.   Baratheon   genes   always   seem   to   stand   out.   "If   sanctuary   is   what   you   seek,   you   may   find   it   here   in   Highgarden.   I   too   I   am   in   hiding.   The   world   thinks   me   dead."   Among   with   her   family.   But   she   is   planning   already.   She   wonders   if   he   would   join   the   fight   too   or   he   would   prefer   to   remain   in   hiding,   for   she   has   plans,   and   they   involve   going   North.  

"My   brother   has   prepared   you   a   room   and   if   anyone   asks,   you   are   his   new   secretary.   As   you   know,   Willas' mobility   is   not   that   good,   and   it   would   raise   no   eyebrows."   Margaery   speaks   in   turn.   The   former   queen   plains   her   skirt   and   sits,   eyes   on   the   man   before   her.   "But   I   do   need   to   know   your   plans."   A   short   pause   before   she   continues,   her   hands   toying   with   the   ring   on   her   finger,   a   rose,   burnt   by   the   wildfire,   all   that   remain   of   most   of   her   family.  

"Because   I   have   plans   that   require   discretion   and   joining   forces   with   people   who   hold   territories   around   the   Westerlands   and   King's   Landing.   And   some   of   those   people   are   in   alliance   with   some   that   had   cause   you   harm   I   believe."   Those   red   priestess,   she   had   never   seen   one   but   the   Reach   had   their   own   little   witch   in   the   Webber   family   and   she   knows   their   magic   and   shadows   are   nothing   cheap   or   tricks.    @sigilsongs ft. edric.

[burnnouts]

A lump settled in Robb's throat. He wanted to laugh nearly as much as he wanted to cry. It was all he wanted, all he had hoped for so long: to end this war and do right by his people, by his family. He had not asked to be a king, but if he must be one, then he wanted to be a good one. Yet, for so long, this war had seemed endless and impossible. He had won every battle he'd fought, and he had tried to uphold all the honor and expectations of the North--to be a leader that would make his father proud--but he had found himself up against a wall at every turn, struck with betrayal in his own camp--from his best friend, his Lords, from his mother. "Let us hope I make a good husband as well," he said with a small, tired laugh. He was letting down one girl--a girl he did not know, of course, yet someone he'd vowed to marry all the same--and now he could only hope he did not disappoint another.

He nodded. "You're right, of course." What was done was done; he had made a decision, and now he would have to live with it. Men would talk, yes, and the Freys would abandon him--and when they marched home, crossing that bridge again would be a new challenge--but it would be worth it in the end; he knew it would be. "The Winter Rose," he repeated and then smiled. "I like the sound of that. It suits you."

She was cunning as well as beautiful. He had heard as much, but it was still exciting--and reassuring--to see this side of her for himself. Robb relished all strategic input, and a wise queen would benefit them all. "Yes," he agreed. "In the gods wood." Robb spent as many meetings with his bannermen by the heart tree as he did in his own war tent. His bannermen would see this gesture, as she'd said, as a sign of faith and good will toward the North. "And what of your gods?" he asked her curiously. His father had built a sept in the North where there had been none before, simply for his mother to worship; Margaery, too, would have it if she wished. But it occurred to him now that he did not know Lady Margaery's faith--though he could suspect that she would not be eager to be back in a sept any time soon.

Robb looked down at the place where she'd touched his hand, momentarily surprised, but he smiled at the gesture and gave her hand a small squeeze back. "I do not doubt it," he said. He looked at her carefully, grateful for what she said, the lump back in his throat as he thought of how long it had been since he'd last seen Sansa and how much she must have suffered before he could reach her. "I know vengeance cannot bring back your brother," he said slowly. "But I will bring you Cersei's head. And I will do everything in my power to make certain you never have to suffer such losses again. That you are safe and cared for. I will do all I can to make you happy."

"You   are   a   good   king,   Robb   Stark.   And   a   good   man.   It   is   a   rare   combination."   One   that   could   get   him   killed   perhaps,   but   she   hopes   she   can   infuse   some   of   her   own   guidance   from   her   grandmother   onto   him.   He   thinks   of   his   people,   and   he   wishes   for   home   for   all   of   them.   For   others,   war   is   just   an   endless   circle   that   never ends.   "You   will   go   home   too."   And   hopefully,   soon.   If   this   all   goes   well,   the   war   will   be   over   and   they   can   all   finally   have   some   peace.   "I   know   your   family   believes   in   honor   but   sometimes,   one   must   put   something   else   before   it.   It's   easier   to   judge   when   the   crown   is   not   on   your   head."   And   in   the   end,   the   decisions   are   his   own.   Would   she   go   somewhere   else   if   he   had   not   taken   her?   Perhaps.

  Maybe   Dorne,   as   Willas   had   been   friends   with   Oberyn   Martell   but   she   much   prefers   the   northern   weather   than   the   heat.   It   dwells   on   her   that   his   home   will   be   hers   then.   Winterfell   and   the   North.   "The   Winter   Rose.   I   like   that   name   for   myself   personally."   Her   jest   is   simple   but   she   is   flattered   by   his   compliments.   Many   see   her   as   cunning.   Her   marriages are all   too   political,   that   she   is   just   a   pawn   or   too   smart   and   only   makes   herself   look   dumb.   "Show   your   people   that   this   commitment   is   true   to   the   North   then.   Do   not   marry   under   a   Sept   but   your   Gods."   The   Old   Gods.  

She   knows   little   of   northern   weddings,   but   she   knows   gestures   are   important   for   people.   He   is   breaking   an   oath   to   make   another,   so   he   has   to   prove   it's   one   to   be   done   in   front   of   the   right   gods   of   his   people.   "Traditions   are   important   and   your   men   need   to   see   you   are   a   Northern   King.   Despite   taking   a   Southern   wife."   Margaery   gives   pause,   a   small   step   closer   to   the   King,   taking   his   hand   on   her   own,   bold,   perhaps,   but   it   is   to   make   herself   clear.   "I   promise   I   will   be   a   good   queen,   and   wife.   Even   more,   I   wish   for   you   to   be   reunited   with   your   family.   Sansa   spoke   so   kindly   of   you."