#v: the song has ended || agot verse

[steeledstark-blog]

❝ you look very lovely today, my lady. ❞

@irnmaw || lost in the memes

She GLOWS , soft & sweet-smelling sansa, a honeyed smile as eyes are downcast.  It was that age that she was facing the beginning of being told time and time again ,  she was growing pretty.  features to match ( and even contest ) her own mother’s.  Humility is practiced though, as would be expected of her. “ Thank you, my lady, ” eyes turning to meet the Stark features of the woman who had once been crowned the QUEEN OF LOVE & BEAUTY herself .  Though that was many decades ago, and the start of what could’ve been ruin. 

Beauty, was not always a GOOD thing,  and how dangerous it could be, to be a pretty girl in an ugly world. But little did Sansa know this,  a sweet summer child of the North . “ Do you think the prince would think so ? ”  Oh,  she so hoped to impress him, & the queen as well. 

[steeledstark-blog]

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

@secondaryking  | nonverbal starters

She was to be married to the prince, to be QUEEN one day. And already, the auburn haired girl longed for their approval. She had to make a good impression, as all she had dreamed of as a child could quickly be torn from her hands. It would not be without a fight. The Queen spoke to Sansa sweetly, spoke pretty and kind words which left the girl in awe of the honey-blonde beauty, with grace her husband seemed to lack. 

A man’s brothers and sisters were just as important as his parents. The Princess Myrcella was kind, gentle, and lovely. All a young lady should be, and she quickly found place with the young princess. Tommen, he was sweet. Close to her younger brothers in age, she could not help but seeing parts of them in the features of the cub’s youth.

She had offered, to show him around, walking him through the grounds, eventually reaching the land which shifted to the Godswood, and in the distance, the crimson leaves contrasted a white and blue sky. It always left her breathless, and a chill down her spine.

As if the wind were the whisperings of the Old Gods trying to tell them something, A slim finger pointing over toward the face, watching them solemnly. “And this is our Weirwood tree, see there” a pause, she had been told King’s Landing had a Godswood as well, “Though I am curious how it compares to the ones South?” 

She wondered a lot about what was South, but speaking now, she realized how LITTLE of it involved home. Though she turns to Tommen, a warm and courteous smile, quickly pushing the thoughts to the back of her unconcerned mind. New & shiny seeming to quickly overshadow the BORES of Northern tradition. “Is there anything else you’d like to see, my prince?”

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💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance (happiness for them pls)

@painjcyne​ || | nonverbal starters

News had spread quickly about the venture of the King and his family to Winterfell. Rumors fluttered about a match, and Sansa could not help but BEAM at the thought. Holding Jeyne’s hand while bursting into fits of giggles as the girls discussed the possibility of life turning to the songs they had dreamed of.

A handsome and kindly prince, a CROWN  and realm for Winterfell’s daughter to one day rule over, as queen. With a loving husband and many children who would form families and matches of their own. People would be so pleased with her having achieved that level of accomplishment. And she would be pleased with herself. It was a dream, truly a dream

She turned to the brunette, her best friend and half her heart in the way young girls tended to hold each other close with grand declarations of unbreakable BONDS. Grabbing hold of Jeyne’s hand and pulling her off the bed where whispers werr just being exchanged“Come on Jeyne, dance with me, help me practice,” a grin of unspoken words, practice for the prince. Standing a bit straighter, raising a hand to meet palms.

movements and steps taught followed, spinning about as fingers entwined eventually, the grip becoming one of both hands. From serious to a joke, to prancing and bouncing about, now to the spins. laughing weightlessly before letting go, the world rotating around them.