cold wind (by nick lisitsin)/ nick lisitsin
Hairpin by .monodrift on Flickr.
’ ellaria? ‘
a soft laugh cuts from the prince; he lays a hand over his own hip.
’ she is my paramour. in dorne, we do not hold marriage so strictly. it is not necessary, nor is it frowned upon. ‘
’ foremost, she is the mother of four of my daughters. ‘
her brow arches, and tully-blue eyes gleam with a spark they haven't held in a very long time. the little girl that she once was stirs within her gentle heart -- she even begins to smile, 'paramour? that sounds so ... romantic.' there was a time when she believed in romance, but such days have burned to the ground with the ashes of winterfell.
'i don't mean to be bold, your grace, and i beg your pardon --' sansa motions her pale hand vaguely toward ellaria. '-- is she your wife?'
Littlefinger never lifted so much as his little finger for her.
‘ i am sorry. ‘
disturbed, petulant, cruel, vicious; all words befitting of their boy king on his wedding day. the torture has accumulated for well over an hour now, and the boy has attempted to subject his lady-wife to his torment — to which tyrion has defended her, each time. verbal insults are rebuffed, physical disturbances are cared for (whether it be a flicking of food or something otherwise).
’ our king seems to have had a bit too much wine. ‘
' you needn't apologize, my lord.'
the smile she offers her husband is tight-lipped and only half genuine, a
reflection of her restraint. in truth, joffrey's needled aggressions cut deeper
than swords, but sansa's expression remains remarkably stoic, a skill
she refined long ago.
( wordlessly, she reaches for tyrion's hand. )
'i endured the king's --' her voice falls hush, for fear of
prying ears.
'-- abuse -- for a very long time. his grace
won't shatter me yet.'
' it's unique. tully red, is it not? such a striking , fiery colour.’
' my mother was a tully.
the wildlings -- the people who live beyond the wall in the north --
say it means you've been kissed by fire.'
’in the north — they say that red hair like mine is lucky.’ sansa doesn’t believe this, of course.
“i don’t even like to wear dresses, stupid!”
'i know you did it.'