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The Lovely One

@justanotherdaughter / justanotherdaughter.tumblr.com

{{ Independent rp for Roslin Frey, I track justanotherdaughter. }}
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Flash Giveaway Time!

Rules

You must be following me! Don’t unfollow afterward Rp blogs only.

Any fandom. Reblogs only will count. Ends Tomorrow at 8 PM. (aka when I’m home from work) 

Now on to the prizes

3 winners will randomly be selected and they will receive a pack of 30 static watermarked icons of an fc of their choice. examples below the cut:

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BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND/ DATEMATE APPLICATION

Name:  Gender: Height: Orientation: Age: Eye Color:  Hair Color: Smoking?:  Drinking?: Drugs?: Job: Favorite Color: Favorite Band: Siblings: Tattoos?: Favorite Book?: Perfect Date: Hobbies: Why should I pick you?: Why do you even want to date me?:

I swear to God I’m just going to keep reblogging until I finally get a response

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Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

Send ✆ for a morning text
Send ♔ for an angry text
Send  ♠ for a drunk text
Send ☏ for a vague text
Send ⁇ for a worried text
Send ♣ for a text not meant for you
Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
Send ✺for a saucy text
Send √ for a long winded confessing text 
Send ☠ for misguided advice
Send ☢ for a desperate text
Send ☼ for a congratulatory text
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                                         *confetti*

Seriously, thank you, everyone, especially those who have stood by me through crack, days of low activity, and the angst of role playing as a character played by Sean Bean killed in book one/season one. While I would try to make a follow forever, there are WAY too many of you for that to happen.

So! In it’s place will be a small giveaway!

GIVEAWAY RULES:

I hate to be a butt but I rp Ned Stark so there’s got to be some serious business.

1. ONE LIKE AND ONE REBLOG PER PERSON.

                 - You can reblog it with different blogs, I don’t mind, but the limit stays; one like, one reblog, no exceptions. I like my activity page uncrowded, thank you.

2. Must be following me prior to the posting of this giveaway.

                 - Following just for a giveaway is LAME and RUDE. You will not receive anything if you are a massive turd.

3. Be willing to wait a few days after the giveaway ends for me to get your stuff posted/submitted to you.

Speaking of stuff: GIVEAWAY PRIZES.

1st winner will receive: 2 promo banners, 3 sets of Online/Offline/Lurking banners, 20 icons or 15 gif icons of an FC of your choice.

2nd winner will receive: 1 promo banner, 2 sets of Online/Offline/Lurking banners, 15 icons or 10 gif icons.

3rd winner will receive: 1 promo banner, 1 set of Online/Offline/Lurking banners, 10 icons or 5 gif icons.

Now remember, the winners will be chosen by a random number generator. Everyone who enters has an equal chance to win.

                            Giveaway ends: Aug. 16.

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Arya looked at her warily, glancing down the pathway that the stranger was walking. She had never meant to be offered an invitation. If anything, Arya would have rather gone hungry than set foot in some stranger’s house. Especially as she looked highborn.

"Where’s your home?"

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Roslin extended a delicate hand to point to the bridge a small distance away. “I am a Frey, I live there with the rest of my large family.” She said with the kindest smile she could muster. The young girl before her looked to be a but distressed, yet there was a fire that burned behind her eyes. “I’m Roslin.”

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[text; lil freylette] aw man :\ i know that feeling robert did the same thing…all three times…

[text; lil freylette] ed’s actually a decent dude though

[text; lil freylette] he’ll come around soon enough

[text; lil freylette] see??? you see what i’m sayin girl!

[text: goldy locks] That’s true I got a good one

[text: goldy locks] + how is robert

[text: goldy locks] Yeah my sisters are actually really ugly it’s sad

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Loras’ jaw clenched in pain and his eyes screwed shut. His wounds stung like a bitch when in contact with the open air but as they were cleaned and examined the pain increased tenfold. Knuckles turned white against golden skin as he gripped tight onto the shirt in his hand, a low hiss escaping from between clenched teeth. The initial pain of the lashings hurt, by the gods did they hurt, and they often left the young Tyrell unable to stand without support but it was always just as the pain in his back was beginning to numb that they got cleaned by one personaor another and all the pain came back. 

"Catch you they might but I do not think that it will be you who faces the punishment, my lady." Loras replied through gritted teeth, another exclamation of pain leaving his throat. "They will claim that I begged you to help me, threatened you perhaps, any excuse for Joffrey to inflict pain on me as he so much enjoys doing." 

Roslin put a tender hand upon his shoulder, to try and comfort him. “I’m almost finished, do not fret.” She stated softly as she cleaned the last wound, rubbing the blood from his skin. His back brought sadness to the surface of her face. It was a terrible crime to punish someone for another’s wrong doings. But this was even worse than that, since he had done nothing wrong in the first place.

"I would take my punishment, even if I had to convince them through begging that it was me." Her words remained in a hushed tone, since she was still cautious. Perhaps she was too cautious, but she would rather be that than too rash.

"May I ask you something?" She questioned as her eyes filled with curiosity. Roslin had never actually met a whipping boy before, and she had a few things that she could not figure out.

As she waited for his response, she unraveled the bandages, beginning to wrap them around his torso. He would have to take them off before the men came down to visit him, but at least they would be covered for a little while. For some reason, she felt as though he was one of her younger brothers, and she was obligated to see that he was in good health.

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ​​ | ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ

| ╳ ♕ | It was only as the russet haired female               came into view that the K h a l e e s i               felt her attention drift from the youngest               of her dragons ( of which was only just               taking off for flight A calm smile crossed               her lips –– her mind and body in a state               of contentment as she stood from the               rock where she sat, violet eyes curious               on the stranger.

                                           « May I help you ? »

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Roslin gulped at the sight of the silver-haired woman with dragons seated beside her. The woman looked so authoritative, and it intimidated her. Admitting that she was lost in a land she knew nothing of seemed like a foolish thing to do, yet it was the only thing she could come up with.

"I am lost, your grace, and I was hoping you could help me."

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Roslin looked out of the carriage window with large eyes as the horses halted. She had never seen a castle that was so large and beautiful. Though she admired it, she didn’t want to enter it. She knew a potential husband waited just on the other side of the large gates, and she didn’t want to see him.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, or wasn’t honored to be considered his bride, she just didn’t want to marry. Roslin firmly disagreed with her father that she was ready to marry. She wasn’t nearly old enough.
One of the guards offered his hand to assist her in climbing out of the carriage, and that had snapped her from her doubtful thoughts. She took the offered hand, and carefully stepped onto the stone ground. The guard released her fingers, and the large gates opened, so she crossed through.
Later on in the day, Roslin felt as though she needed to escape, so she found herself trying every door in the castle until she found an open one. When she turned the knob, and pushed the door open, her eyes met those of a man’s.
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"I’m terribly sorry, I did not know someone would be occupying this room."
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Roslin moved through the halls of what seemed to be a foreign place to her, even though she had lived there her whole life. The place seemed to no longer be her home, and in a few days, it would truly not be. How could she marry a king? How could her father betroth her to a king? She was not meant to rule anyone, for she was not strong enough.
It didn't help that she had heard stories of Robb Stark, stories that struck fear through her dainty frame. She wondered often if he could really turn into a Direwolf, because if he could, she didn't with to marry him.
As her mind was stuck in thinking of her future husband, her brother announced that Ned Stark was there to visit her. She quickly smoothed out her dress, and with shaky hands, she opened the door. "It is lovely to see you, Lord Stark."
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