#uncrvwned

[bruiisedpetals-a]

for  𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡  𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔰  𝔱𝔶𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩  ;  @uncrvwned​

lia swallowed heavily as she stood at the edge of the gardens , she could see lord willas’ silhouette ahead ... she had planned to take a walk through to stretch her legs and rest her stomach after her meal , but now she paused —-  it wasn’t correct for her to feel as strange knot in her stomach around the lord tyrell ... which was why she sometimes avoided his eyes and found herself blushing when others were around , and especially when circumstance allowed brushes of hands or physical contact.

with her harp in hand , as often when she took a walk through the areas of highgarden on her own time ... creating music always an outlet throughout her life , that and disappearing into books.     her footfalls called attention before she arrived by him ,  “good afternoon , my lord ,” lia greeted with a strangely polite but abashed smile , curtsying as she did so ; as was her duty and station —  “the gardens are lovely today.”

[ofperzys]

@uncrvwned | “ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  ( davos 🥺😔 )

question prompts | accepting

ㅤ" it's a possibility to consider. if i don't return, i will need a man i TRUST to seat my daughter on the iron throne. "

ㅤthough, stannis' tone lacked its usual sharpened steel edge - not enough for most to notice, but davos surely will. it's still a wonder to the him how his onion knight had been so shocked when stannis was to name him his Hand. as if any other man in the seven kingdoms was as HONEST & capable as davos seaworth.

ㅤstannis doesn't say as much, however. he's never been good with sentiment, preferring to drown in words & wishes he can't say or act on.

ㅤhe turns away from davos, gaze growing STERN as stannis scans the maps & pawns laid out over the table. " ... shireen trusts you. should i die in the coming battle, i've no doubt she'll want you to serve in her court. all your efforts will be rewarded. "

[bcbliophile]

@uncrvwned asked:

❛ you’re asking me to commit treason. ❜ ( willas to olenna )

"I am asking you to do what you must to take care of this family-- one day I will no longer be here, nor will your father and it will all fall to you. I need to know that you are willing to do what has to be done to protect our own when and if the time comes" she prayed he didn't have his father's weakness-- but she was concerned.

[blossomhcir]

LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE; ACCEPTING  @uncrvwned​​​ asked  ❛  sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down   ❜ ( For Catelyn )  

Her head dipped in thanks for the gesture, biting back the smile overtaking her face as she settled onto a seat next to Lady Stark. Pleased to be able to spend time with Lady Catelyn. Adelaide situated her embroidery on her lap, smoothing the threads before her eye wandered to the work of the other lady. 

“Your needlework is lovely, my lady.” Glancing at the older woman's work, she could see fine stitches and embellishments added along the dress. Her mother had told her that a lot can be said about a lady by the quality of her needlework and if she could find a fault in Lady Catelyn it wasn’t apparent in her work. Though a small detail caught Adelaide’s eye, cocking her head to view it better. “Forgive me, but you seemed to have stitched an L.T. here. Did you intend that?”

[withouthonor-a]

@uncrvwned sent ; ❝ I know they plan to marry me off to someone soon, even if no one said a thing yet. ❞ ( harwin to larys ) x.

larys knew it too, had known it far before harwin had ever suspected as such too, he was sure. his brother was the strong, tough warrior everyone looked to and wanted to know, while he had become a shadow. observant to all around him, seeking out rumour and truth as it was the only way he would gain anything in this life as the clubfoot, the lesser of the strongs because he could not fight or wield a sword as his brother could. secrets became his sword and shield, and finally, he was seen when he could hold all a lord or lady did not want out in the open for all to see.

knowledge is power, power is knowledge, and it was his alone.

"oh? i suppose the time for marriage was bound to come eventually," he mused softly, leaning against his cane as he gazed up at his brother. it was a wonder that lyonel strong had not married harwin off sooner when the rumours of the princess's son being harwin's began to spread and grow as the child only seemed to look more and more like the eldest strong brother by the day. now, with the princess swelling with babe yet again, the rumours have only increased tenfold on the matter of the closeness between the two. "perhaps, he does not know how to speak of it with you yet. he has only your best interest in mind, and with the court gossip increasing yet again, would now not be an opportune time to marry and put those rumours to rest?"

[hamcrtia]

into the woods sentence starters / accepting ! @uncrvwned requests an audience: if you can’t do this for yourself ,  can’t you at least do it for me ? 

the young wolf stops in his tracks, head turning to look over the furs that were draped over his shoulder to peer at his mother. it appeared that the duo were at odds with each other. with the war at hand, the bargain of his sister's, the kingslayer, and his wife to be there was not a single thing that they could find themselves agreeing to. not only that, but the northerners were directly opposed to most of the ideas that his mother had. at least when it came to the lannister prisoner. a deep sigh pushes past his lips, and robb turns to face her.

" is this really something you want to ask of me, mother ? " the young wolf looks around, his head jumbled with the 'buts' and 'what ifs' of the situation at hand. " okay, fine yes. i can do this for you. but just this one thing. "

[clawsbcared-a]

@uncrvwned ( jeyne ) ASKED: [ BLUNDER ]  for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time source.

standing in the centre of the room, dacey had subconciously wandered to her mother's old chambers in the left side of the home - close to her father's and far from the cliff's edge, her mother had had a deathly fear of heights. the bath is filled to the edge, droplets of lavender scented water threatening to drown the hardwood flooring beneath as the dazed eldest daughter began to shrug down her underdress.

the creak of the door does not cause her to turn, to look at the intruder, instead she stills her movements. white fabric hanging limply at her waist as she stares absently and blankly at the steam rising from the bath - she was sure the maids had thought her mad to bathe in her mother's old rooms, but dacey did not care. it was one of the few places she believed she was alone from not only the guests of bear island, but the voices.

"do not worry, i was not beaten or whipped." she understands the marred and raised flesh of her back leaves much to be desired for as a highborn lady, the cracks in once pristine skin now constant reminders of her companions on the island. "joffrey was simply raised by fierce mothers and sisters, i ventured too close too many times. i still do."

[pulchramsolis]

“ look at me. " @uncrvwned

I'm okay, she wanted to say but could not find the words. Her brother's hands are warm on her arms, holding her close as the gold cloaks swarm around them. Helaena and the Queen are guarded by Ser Criston, and the fighting that had broken out has since been dispersed. There was the smell of coppery and human, and she buried herself into Harwin's chest. He repeats his command and she tilts her head to meet his concerned gaze.

"I don't know what happened," she whispers with a shake of her head. "We were giving out the clothes and then someone shouted and there were blades and..." She's shaking. Abby's shaking so hard her teeth are chattering. The queen had pulled her and Helaena into her arms beneath the table as the guards rushed, and even though it had comforted in the moment, Harwin was who she needed. "I'm okay. I'm okay I'm not hurt."

[reiignonme-moving]

[ 🔥 ] @uncrvwned — gets a plotted starter.

[ 🔥 ] — 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 on Aegon's mind. He'd concealed it easily enough from his friends and Visenya. But one knew him better than anyone in the known world. The wine is swirled in the cup as he lounged on the chair legs splayed, chin rested on palm, teeth chewing on bottom lip ; he looked nothing like a Lord.

❛ Do you ever think you're meant to be ... more? ❜ He doesn't elaborate and instead slouched further down the seat, the wine threatening to spill from the goblet. ❛ My dreams and mind plague me of thoughts of across the Blackwater. I can't escape the desire to bring it together as one Kingdom. ❜ Aegon's foot scuffed at the scroll of a map he dropped on the floor.

❛ Forgive me, sister-wife, I voice thoughts I shouldn't ... You know I cannot hide from you. ❜

[nvrqn-a]

@uncrvwned semi-plotted, catelyn.

the princess rhaenys does not F O R G E T old friendships. although her and lady catelyn are now both grown W O M E N, and married, she cannot contain the glee she feels to see her again. hands reaching for hers, a gesture of A F F E C T I O N rhaenys only bestows upon those most dear to her. " oh, my dear catelyn. it has been T O O long. "

[bruiisedpetals-a]

                         𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍'𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 ,                    𝐀  𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍                         ( 𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 , 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔶𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩 )

@uncrvwned​ ; lord willas tyrell of house tyrell           — from her permanent starter call.

when lady margaery dismissed lia for the rest of the day , the base-born handmaiden had to contain her glee ...  she insisted on ensuring the lady’s chamber was straightened and perfect before she curtsied and exited.   in the now two moons she’d spent at highgarden under the employ of house tyrell , lia had at least found a small and obscured place in the various and glorious gardens —-— a place where she could disappear for a small period of time , no eyes on her and no one to criticise her ...  save for herself.  she took her small handheld harp with her and hastened  ( respectfully ) to the spot fixed in her mind , drawing little attention as lia was only one of the many servants of the noble house tyrell.

lia’s robes swished barely audible around her feet , a smile pulling on her slightly down-tuned face as she rounded the corner ... and stopped in her tracks ; her garments swaying from the sudden halt.     “lord willas!   i - did not mean to intrude i ...” she let her hands lace behind her back , obscuring the small harp self-consciously ,  she curtsied low , “my apologies, my lord. i will leave you to enjoy your peace , may i do anything for you before i depart?”

[marblecarved]

@uncrvwned sent a letter to nymeria sand: ‘‘ tell me your favorite story. the one you've read over and over again. ’’

prompt: girl, serpent, thorn.

❝ My favorite story ? ❞ Nymeria echoes Ellaria's choice of words with a thoughtfoul note in the tone of her voice, a thoughtfoulness which her expression mirrors as she furrows her brows. She has read many stories, and while she liked them, some more than others, at the moment she can't say they were her favorite; Indeed, this is a place already deserved for another. ❝ I do have one, ❞ she continues at last. ❝ Though it's not one I've read, rather one I've heard, ❞ from the Fowler twins, many moons ago, now.

❝ It is how house Fowler's words came to be, ❞ a brief pause, here, during which Nymeria leans back until she meets the backrest of her chair in a quick, brief movement accompanied by the soft tinkling of her jewels. ❝ It was after the old Fowlers finished carving their castle into stone, high enough to see, from their towers, the whole Prince's Pass and then some, ❞ a smile makes its appearance there, at the corners of her mouth. ❝ Let me soar, ❞ she recites the Fowler's words softly, words she has taken as her own just as the ones of her own house. ❝ To fly high, higher still, above all, and from there see everything and everyone, ❞ from their towers, the sky must have given them the impression to be close enough to touch. What a view the Fowlers are gifted with each day ! ❝ It is no heroic tale, perhaps, ❞ a brief chuckle. ❝ But I am quite fond of it. ❞

[bcbliophile]

@uncrvwned asked:

❛ do not be afraid, little one. i will not hurt you. ❜ ( ellaria for myrcella )

"I'm sorry-- I did not mean to offend you, my lady. . . I'm not scared of you, presa-- this is just the first time I have ever been away from the keep, everything seems so strange to me" Myrcella knew it would take time to get use to living in Dorne. She had never been parted from her mother and while she was excited to be somewhere new, it was a bit overwhelming.

[inspireswar]

game of thrones (s4) starters

@uncrvwned sent ; ❝ i’ve never thrown a spear before. i’ve never held a sword with a proper edge. this is no place for me. ❞ - catelyn

"you shall grow used to such things in time, lady catelyn," assured the she-wolf, though she could not help but agree with the tully's words, even if she would not say so aloud. the north was no place for a tully, and catelyn seemed so different from brandon that the idea of them being wed was a strange thought to lyanna. would they have anything in common with one another? would they ever grow to have things in common between them?

though brandon seemed to like his bride well enough, and lyanna had made it a goal to get to know the woman who would become her good sister. "the north is not so different than you are used to, just colder perhaps," she teased, sending a soft smile towards the other woman. no doubt, there was much more that was different about riverrun and winterfell, but it would do no good to point these out to catelyn, and surely she already knew the differences, but it would hinder finding her place within the keep.

[blossomhcir]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON STARTERS; ACCEPTING  @uncrvwned​​ asked  ❛ we haven’t spoke much…since… ❜  ( From Edmure )

“No… We haven’t.” If the Lady of Sweetgrove had seemed distracted, it was because she was thinking about the night in question. She had been the entire time they walked in silence together, unsure of what she should say. She glanced back at the maids tasked with chaperoning their walk in through the godswood before she said more. They were chatting amongst themselves, only paying the couple occasional glances. With the impending wedding they seemed satisfied that they had reached the near end with only a chaste courtship. Blissfully unaware.

 That night had found her restless, unable to sleep. The air of complacency seemed to be the consensus that had settled over Riverrun and she found it easier than she'd imagined to make her way to Edmure’s chambers. Her intention had been only to talk, hopeful that more time with her betrothed would give her the peace to finally sleep. They had talked, for a long while in fact. It had been Adelaide who kissed him, cutting Edmure short as he spoke. She couldn’t be certain what exactly it was that compelled her in the moment. It could have been the way he spoke, full of charm and life. Perhaps it was his smile or the way he looked at her with his almost too blue eyes that made her heart race in a way that thrilled her when she held his eye. If given the chance Adelaide believed she could list a hundred reasons why she felt so compelled, but they all totaled to the simple fact that she wanted to kiss him. 

She supposed it surprised both of them how eagerly she responded, to his kisses, to his touch. She could understand if he thought her too demure, she had given him little reason to think otherwise, but when he pulled her closer she responded emphatically. The wanting came in waves, crashing over her in a way that made her shiver despite how overheated her skin felt. Wanting to be closer to him, wanting to feel his hands on her, wanting him. Desire made her bolder, and it had been Adealide who had undone the ties to her nightdress to slide it from her body. A silent reassurance for him that Adelaide had no intention of denying him, or herself. She did sleep well that night, but not in her own bed. 

“I want you to know that I’m not usually so easily lost to passions. Which isn’t to say I lack passion, just- I never-��� She cut herself off, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. Her voice was quiet so as to not be overheard, but laced with a soft affection. “What I mean to say is that our time together was very special to me, because it was shared with you. I’ve found myself very taken with you, Edmure, and I’m glad those moments were for us alone. ” 

Though she had never intended for things to transpire in the manner they had, she truly was glad for it. It gave her an unexpected peace for their first intimacies to have been something private instead of during a bedding. An experience only for the two of them, even if it had to remain their secret. There was intimacy in that too, another thing shared only between them. “I only hope that your opinion of me hasn’t been changed. While I don’t regret it, I know it wasn’t behavior befitting a lady. Especially one you might take to wife.”

[tymptir]

prompt. / @uncrvwned says ❝ you’re lucky to be alive right now. ❞ from Serala

WARM IS THE WIND COMING FROM THE SEA, CARRYING THE SCENT OF SALT AND UNCERTAINTY ; a feeling he had almost forgotten in those brief times of darkness when his consciousness had ceased to exist long enough for him to know it had faded before it had been violently dragged back into existence. somewhere in the back of his mind, the memory lingers - and leaves him wondering whether this is what peace feels like. he hears the words of his companion ( an unlikely meeting he is quite sure was not pure coincidence, but rather orchestrated by helping hands across the Narrow Sea ) and ponders them over for a moment, indigo eyes looking out to the blue waves on the horizon.

" lucky, am I? " his voice, once clear and strong, made for songs like the ringing of bronze bells, sounds hoarse. as if death still clings to his lungs and clogs up his throat. the Seven Kingdoms are falling to pieces, or so Illyrio tells him. and somewhere, not too far from here, the sister he has never met fights for survival, unaware that he is still alive. or rather, once more alive.

Rhaegar eventually turns his head to look at Serala, something akin to guilt flitting over his face for a split second. " in a previous life I have always tried not to be ungrateful. to see life as a gift. I fear I may have lost the ability to do that, and now you are burdened with the consequences. " a hint of a smile, apologetic perhaps, tugs at the corners of his lips. lopsided, granted, but it is an attempt. " I trust that whoever is paying you, pays you enough to endure it. "