#v: LADY OF CROFTER'S HILL

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The King strikes the young woman on the ass with his hand, "Firm, I like it lass, you are an asset to the Kingdom!"

             It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man touch her without invitation. However, it was the first time it’d happened where she – or Ser Roth – were unable to make the poor bastard suffer for it. The Myrish lace of her skirts fluttered about her ankles as she whirled about to face the King. Her eyes then narrowed as she tried unsuccessfully to cage her tongue. She did, however, manage to successful blunt its razor edge.  

            ❝I’m an asset, yes – but for reasons far beyond my perfect posterior.❞

[raidstombs]

🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours.

ever wonder what my muse says about yours? || accepting selectively. 

           ❝ Let us remember Euron as he was — a ruthless, sadistic, abusive piece of shite with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. The world became a better place the moment he passed. Also, let us take a moment to thank the Kraken who ripped him apart – piece by piece. 

                                  Now, please queue politely. No need to push or shove; we’ll all get a chance to piss on his grave. ❞

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[  @mybigfatcock  ]

                     ❝ A suit of armor made of Valyrian steel? ... You can’t be bloody serious. A treasure like that would be worth enough gold to bankrupt a kingdom. And even if I did have a clue as to where to find something that that; I find myself at a loss as to why I would ever divulge its location to you; let alone find it and surrender it to you. This entire situation is patently absurd. ❞

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(  @zaldrizotresy  )

                  If Roth had had it his way, Lara and he would have already been on a ship bound for the Reach. But, alas, she had pleaded with him to take a longer route. Once she was brought back to Westeros, there was a very good chance that she would never leave its shores again. She would have tremendous responsibilities upon her shoulders, in addition to the duties of a wife -- for Lord Croft had begged his dear friend to ensure that Lara married and married well. He had never been able to bring himself to force his daughter’s hand whilst living; but with his dying breath, he had implored Roth to do just that. And while he viewed the young woman in a paternal sense himself, his need to honor his friend’s last request was stronger than his affection for his Lady. 

                  Their latest stop in their bittersweet tour of Essos was in Pentos. Upon hearing that the Croft girl was on her way to the city, Magister Illyrio had dispatched a courier with an invitation for her to stay at his manse. She had, of course, accepted. It wasn’t her first time having stayed under the man’s roof. She had done so twice before with her father -- whom the man had sought out due to the late Lord Croft’s reputation. While the Crofts were nowhere near the wealthiest or most powerful family, they were the sort of guests anyone of note sought to have in their circle. They were scholarly but not dull, adventurous but sophisticated, and - above all else - they had an old name. It made them welcome under the roofs of the vast majority of influential families. 

                   She and Roth arrived just past noon after a full night of riding. They made quite a sight upon their fine palfreys. Whilst Lara was clad in a pair of dark brown riding leathers, it was paired with a cerulean cloak that was fastened at her shoulder with a glimmering silver and sapphire pin shaped in the image of her three-feathered war helm that her family had adopted as its crest. Her long braid rested beside it - reaching almost all the way to her waist and accented with crystal hairpins. She was a strange dichotomy of elegant and wild. Roth, on the other hand, was as rugged at Sellswords came. He was dressed nicely enough; but his demeanor was gruff and begrudgingly social. He’d abandon their host the first chance he got in favor of whoring and drinking. 

                  Once the stablehand came to fetch their horses, Lara dismounted gracefully and immediately went to the marble basin so she could wash the riding dust from her hands and face. Only then did she begin the walk to the sprawling estate’s entrance -- opting to take the long path through the garden. Roth stayed behind, choosing instead to catch up with the stable-master whom he’d befriended on their last visit. 

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(  @meraxesrider​ ♥‘d for a para starter.  )

                      ❝Your Grace; my name is Lady Lara Croft of Crofter’s Hill. I’ve heard much and more of you. When I left, the Seven Kingdoms were just that -- seven individual kingdoms. When I returned to my homeland after so many years abroad, I never expected to find myself a subject of new rulers -- let alone two of which who are women. I’m utterly fascinated by your Conquest, in truth. I’ve heard many tales. And, yet, since I wasn’t here to witness it, I’ve had quite a difficult time discerning what’s the truth and what isn’t,❞ the brunette mused as she knelt before the silver-haired queen. She tilted her head up, causing those long, dark locks to part from her face and reveal those smoldering honey hues. They were alight with boundless curiosity and a keen intelligence.