( ❛ & jamie. )

                     ❝ Ifear not.    Hours belonging to ourselves
                     relatively few           ; so seldom do we dress
                     otherwise, our lives are not our own. Rather,
                     they belong in their entirety to Aerys, to the
                     K I N G S G U A R D . & while few hours we
                     might grasp, oft are they put towards
                     purpose of rest, or sparring

              Thus stands our life, defined by choices
               we made.   There is no shame in in.. no
              furthest from it    ;   and a damned sight
              better than those fools upon the Wall. ❞

                                                           Emerald gaze wavers not, lingers upon maid’s
                                                            visage. A strange sense of beauty about her,
                                                           for despite lack of desire, easy admittance he
                                                         can give to that ; no wonder, Rhaegar Targaryen
                                                               crowned she as Queen of Love and Beauty. 
                                                   Albeit curious,              that so scorn his wife in favor of
                                                   shewolf action crowned prince would take.           What 
                                                   about the maid might inspire such? Hardly remarkable,
                                                   within Jaime’s psyche  ;  comparing not to most loved,
                                                   she of whom grasped his heart in hand.  

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                           it sounds near  akin  to  lessons that go
                           shirked half  the  time,  listening  to him
                           speak  of a topic  she  so rarely gave  in
                           to   yet  she  listens  all  the  same  ever 
                           wrapped within silence like a shroud.

                           (     she  thinks  more  of  those  who
                                 don the black  than  the  white &
                                 mayhaps    it    is    but   a    mere 
                                 proximity                                  thing.     )

                lips purse, fine roseate line marring wild pulchritude
                at  utterance heard,  connection  given  voice ;;  there
                should be respect given to those  who man the wall
                within  grasp of  harsh  conditions.  no  fine  cloth  is
                worn,  their horses  neither  sleek  nor  nimble,  that
                much  has  always  been   true,  but  northern forged
                lady would wager her  families fortune  & title to see
                jamie lannister & his stead  endure such conditions
                for any extended period of time.

                            ❝ They are no fools, of that I can assure you,
                Ser Lannister. They are all hard working men, just
                as you & your brethren are, though I am curious as
                why you refer to them as such.

                                Is it because so few are titled like we are,
                            like you are? Or perhaps because they are
                            in the North?  After all, we all know how the
                            Southron view us. ❞

(Source: ofwolfmaidsmoved)

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EVERY GIRL

ind. priv. sel. canon divergent book based lyanna stark from asoiaf established: 9.13 && rebooted 1.14.
written by JAILIN
{ 22 | she/her/hers | pst }

#ofwolfmaids

HAS WOLVES

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PACING RHYTHMS

i am not your apocalypse, i am not your salvation, my body is a kingdom meant only for a queen. i will take your crown, i will shape your stars, my life might not be my own but yours ?? i will make it so !! immortality is an escape, absolution from revolution, blessed by dying breaths of kings who lived too long. you called me an angel, blessed me with candle-bright lies. i will make angels fall, i will burn your kingdom down. immortality belongs to the dead, so bury me with my crown.

IN HER VEINS !!

i am not, nor do i claim to either be or be affiliated with hailee steinfeld or any of my face claims or have any connection to asoiaf. all writing here is my own, however, && my portrayal is based off of my own headcanons && beliefs formed upon watching the movie. i ask you to not take anything used here for yourself, with the exception of utilizing headcanons in our threads, without my permission.