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[mxnofhonour]

@youngestdcg said "what a mess." { As discussed }

The sound of music and raucous laughter permeate cold stone walls even now, near an hour after Jaime and his new bride had been carried to their bedchamber. He'd thrown the golden robe about his naked frame the moment the gaggle of people had left them alone, mind void of intent to consummate their marriage that night, if ever.

It is not because his wife is unattractive, no. She is quite the pretty little thing. Kind too, by all accounts. But this marriage had not been borne out of love. He sits here as Lord of Casterly Rock, with Lady Iren Clegane as his wife...all because doing so had spared his little brother from execution.

"It truly is a mess, isn't it," he says with an empty chuckle, making himself look up at her as she sits across the table from him in their chambers. "But my brother still has his head and my father will still have his lineage. And I suppose, if we try, you and I might one day have our happiness."

[notenoughmuses]

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“What are you doing here? Some girl my mothers forced to entertain me while Iie about here useless?” Joffery’s green eyes look away from the girl, glad that the blue coloration in his face has gone now that the Maester had given him anti-posion tonic. His voice sounded harsh and raspy and he knew he shouldn’t talk to much since his throat was recovering from closing up like it did but it was Joffery after all. “Who are you even? You look familiar but not. You some serving girl of my fathers?” 

[singxfus]

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"Do you fuss over my mother quite this much?" The boy king spat, swatting the dog's hands away.

It was a cruel jape on his mother's part, sending her insolent cripple of a handmaiden to tend to him in preparation for court that day. Perhaps his temper had strayed a little too far when he had addressed the smallfolk the day before, but he was king. He could do as he pleased. He should not have to suffer his mother's punishments.

"I don't understand why she's kept you around for so long. You're as useless as you are ugly."

[bastardbled]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐖.   @youngestdcg

“You think I give a god damn what happens to you?”

Initially, he scoffs, but within a few moments he finds himself chuckling. “You should.” The man replied, taking slow steps to lessen the distance between them.      Once in his reach, Ramsay grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks hard, pulling her head back and bringing a small blade to her throat. “Your monstrous brothers amount to nothing, and I am the only man in your life able to protect you.”      “Without me, a handful of Bolton men would have had their way with you already. Without me, you would have withered long ago. Here I am, graciously providing you food and shelter, giving you claim to a northern chair, and you complain.” His warm breath finds her neck as he leans even closer to whisper in her ear, “Do you need some alone time, in the dungeons, to reconsider your gratitude?” Asks the man in a poisonous hum.

[rillpup]

@youngestdcg

     Yet again the teenager had found himself in and out of juvie in a matter of days ( thanks to the perks of his surname ). Nevertheless, he was still required to participate in the mandated community service hours. How many times would he have to “give back to the community” before they realized he was simply beyond teaching. For rebellion was the only thing Rickon had. His defiance was his. Of course, the relentless comparisons to his older siblings only annoyed him further — “Why can’t you be more like Robb. Or Bran?” — but at the end of the day they weren’t here. They were too busy to make any effort to include their baby brother in their lives. And so, the longer the abandonment lasted, the tighter he held on to his anger.      A heavy sigh escaped lips so often accompanied by blood, as he entered a small building where he was to work. Beaten-up boots took him to what seemed to be a front desk, however it was deserted. “Hello?” The teen called out, with little effort made to mask his persistent annoyance. A few moments of silence passed before a hound trotted up to him. Rickon made his best attempts to stifle the grin which threatened in response as he reached his hand out and began petting the dog.

[accursedesign]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓.   @youngestdcg,   ❛  What’s  your  alibi ?  ❜

     Breath hitched, and with it, air was illuminated by the cold. “I-I . . .” Will began. Desperately, he scanned hazy memories of the week, the majority of which felt completely foreign to him.      “I, I don’t have one.” Calloused hands found their way to messy curls, as arms propped against his legs and he sat with head hanging. “But I didn’t do a-anything . . . I didn’t . . . I’m not—” Will chokes.      Silence lingers for a moment, before widened eyes meet her own, “You believe me, right?” 

[tymptir]

game of thrones prompts part I / accepting. @youngestdcg​ for Tyrion / ❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜

      THE LIST OF STRANGE VISITORS TO HAVE WAS A LONG AND ENTERTAINING ONE, OCCASIONALLY OCCUPYING TYRION’S MIND ; filled with various names of various people that ranged from Doran Martell to Mance Rayder beyond the wall. and yet the name Iren Clegane was so strange, it had never even made it on the list. why would it? overshadowed by two brothers, infamous for their prowess and cruelty, both in the service of the crown, there was enough room for a girl walking on a cane to hide and disappear. young and surprisingly polite she was ; the polar opposite to the two dogs her parents had birthed before her, it seemed, surely with a dreadful childhood in a dark home. reluctant as he had been to see her at first, how could he not be intrigued by that?

       Tyrion set a goblet of wine on the table before her and eventually settled on the chair opposite. his own solar in the Tower of the Hand provided the privacy for whatever this conversation might bring, and the breeze coming in from the open windows was refreshing compared to the stale air of the city and the gardens surrounding the Red Keep. too many stairs did have one advantage after all. he curiously watched her with his mismatched eyes for a moment ( one black, one green ) and unwittingly cocked his head to the side. one of her brothers served his father in the battle against Robb Stark ; the other followed Joffrey around like a disgruntled puppy. strange, he thought, of her to come to him of all people.

       “ that entirely depends on what it is you want, I believe. with your family’s long history of loyalty to mine, I’d be more than happy to lend aid if I can. ” he smiled. “ so          what does the lady of Clegane’s Keep need from me? ”

[ladyxredxwolf]

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“Can I help you?” Sansa asked looking up at the woman in front of her as she approached. She prided herself on knowing most Lords and Ladies, but this one she didn’t know at all. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at her waiting to find out who exactly she was and what it was she wanted.

[mxnofhonour]

@youngestdcg (as discussed)

Jaime Lannister had learned the hard way that a 700 mile journey with a pregnant woman might have been less traumatic had they chosen a mode of transport other than a car.

He'd thought it would be exciting, making the journey from Casterly Rock to Dorne with his fiancée, their last before the arrival of their baby girl, and yet what should have been a journey of around fifteen hours, it had taken them the better part of two days, thanks to the frequent need for bathroom breaks and rests. At least the owner of the villa Jaime had hired for them understood the circumstances and allowed them to change their booking, albeit with Jaime parting with a further thousand gold dragons in the process (a fact he did not intend on making Iren privy to).

When they do finally arrive, Jaime is beyond exhausted. The moment the owner leaves them, he collapses upon the king-sized bed with a sigh, gesturing for Iren to join him.

"We'll fly here next time," he murmurs into her hair as he pulls her close. "Although I don't think I ever wish to leave...I never want to drive so far again."

[goldcnlicn]

( @youngestdcg​ wrote: ❝ I have grown sick of shadows. ❞ )

“Shadows can be haunting and scary, or it can be nothing at all. It’s how we  choose to see it.” he shrugged. Shadows had never been anything to him, they were just shadows because he didn’t let them affect him. One could say that Jaime Lannister was but a shadow of his former self, that the shadow of the ‘kingslayer’ still followed him around. But he’d decided to shrug that off the day he was stripped of his position and his white cloak. “It’s just the light blocked by an obstacle and if you remove it, the shadows will disappear.” Of course he was aware of the fact that they didn’t speak of physical and material shadows, but in his experience, it was the same principle in the end.

[cubcrowned]

❝ I am not afraid.  I only thought that ... you might be. ❞

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[bastardbled]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓.   @youngestdcg

❛ What’s your alibi ? ❜

Eyes of ice dart towards the young woman as her voice makes herself known. Gaze narrows, and he finds the tension in his arm pulling back. At the last second, he is able to direct his fist towards the stone wall behind her, blood flowering across his knuckles upon impact.      “Hold you tongue.” Hisses Ramsay. He loomed over her, and yet, with his shoulder hunched and head hung, his intimidation becomes rather hollow. “Question your husband again and it’ll be the last time.”

[kingalfrcd]

@youngestdcg asked: “it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

alfred slowly shook his head. he knew it could feel like that sometimes, but such words were utter nonsense. “there are no such things as curses,” he replied softly, a sympathetic look coming over his face. “it is the devil’s doing to try and trick you into thinking so.”

[accursedesign]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓.   @youngestdcg, ❛ i’ve got a secret i need you to keep . ❜

Hues darken immediately. “What is it?” He asks, worry and concern building in the pit of his stomach and poisoning his thoughts with visions of imagined catastrophe.

[dragcnsdaughter]

+youngestdcg

Every plan of hers had failed, despite having three LARGE dragons she was nowhere closer to the throne than she had started. Every obstacle put in her path made a silent fire start within the Queen, secretly she wished to take flight and burn the red keep but she knew of the many hundreds that would perish from it, the innocent people who would loose their lives. She was not here to be Queen of the Ashes. Olenna Tyrell put the flame into her that gave her the confidence to attack Ser Jaime Lannister and his army when they sacked High Garden, it was Olenna who had finally given her the courage to unleash Drogon and show the Lannisters and their allies what they truly dealing with. She was not some simple minded girl, nor was she a tyrant like Cersei. The young queen walked along the sandy bank of Dragonstone, amethyst eyes searched the sea as the waves crashed against the rocks. The young queen wished for a simpler life, to sit in the pool eating sugared fruits, she dreamed of the house with a red door and to love freely and when she wanted; but she was not that person, she was a Queen, she belonged to her people not herself.

In asking Tyrion to bring the young Clegane girl to her, it was this girls brother who murdered Ella Martell. Yet she couldn't blame the girl, after all how could she? Was Daenerys to blame for her fathers actions? No. This girl was not to blame for her brothers. Hearing the sound of footsteps Daenerys continued to look at the sea before, slowly, she turned to look at the girl "Your brothers, they are quite skilled." Daenerys mused, slowly walking over to the girl "And I wonder if you have the same skill set as them?"

[thelonewendwater]

Mariela smiled as she looked over the horse with a feeling of admiration. She went back to stroking him on his nose, her full attention was on the other woman however and she smiled at her. "He doesn't, would you like the honour to name him?" She asked her happily. "He is wonderful. If you like him so much perhaps you can take him on a ride." She stated.

thelonewendwater​: 

The horse matched perfectly to what Mariela had described and commented on to the other woman. The horse then began grazing happily on some grass and swished its tail behind itself. “He is one of the braver horses that we have. He hasn’t responded to any of the loudest noises with anything but a brave disposition.” Mariela responded with a nod.

She asked the stable hand to bring the selected horse closer and out of the pen. They did so and Mariela was the first to give the horse soft and gentle pats along its body. He was strong muscled and rather fit, the was horse was indeed very well taken care of. “Please acquaint yourself with him if you like.” She said.

     THE  CREATURE  PRESENTED  BEFORE  HER  was  everything  she  could  have  asked  for  in  a  horse  and  then  some.  he  was  swift,  courageous,  and  rather  a  pretty  thing.  his  coat  was  shiny  and  it  was  apparent  to  iren  that  the  horse  —  well  all  of  them,  rather  —  was  well  taken  care  of.  it  almost  seemed  too  good  to  be  true,  but  the  clegane  did  not  think  that  the  other  woman  was  lying  to  her  about  anything.

     “  does  he  have  a  name  ??  ”  iren  asked,  her  hand  reaching  to  pat  the  horse’s  side.  “  he  is  a  pretty  thing.  ”