‍ ‍ ‍ * 𝖗ₑₛₜₗₑₛₛ ‍ ‍-‍ ‍ ‍𝒄ʰⁱˡᵈ .‍

ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖠𝖱͟𝖲͟𝖤͟𝖭͟𝖠͟𝖫 ᅠ ᅠ⠀

he loathed the way they took her attention. took her away from him.

— her business. ‘ do you want dessert, myrcella? you can tell chef what you'd like so it'll be ready soon. ’ cersei didn't eat sweets much herself, but a little in moderation for the kids was passable, though tommen tended to overindulge.

a 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 ascends the black pit of his belly, gathers in his gullet like sulphur. he is 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛. he is a voracious 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 trapped in human skin.

𝓈he was ᴿᴱᴰ, and 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴, and 𝔯𝑒𝑑 ꜝ

her lips turn down at that, and she places down her spoon. ‘ do not say that, myrcella. what reason would anyone have not to like a girl like you? jealousy, i suppose, that's only natural. but those people should be paid no mind. ’ —

of course she knows. there's .. history, of sorts. she'd known the boy's aunt and uncle in her own youth—— insufferable vipers, in her own opinion, but .. ‘ the martell boy, hm? ’ she places her fork down, replacing it in her hand with—

⠀useless ray of goddamn sunshine ...

she wants her daughter to have friends. all her children, truly. it's the one thing she really misses, from 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, when jaime hadn't killed anyone and the family business was just a concept, floating in the back of her head. she—

󠀀 ㅤ ㅤ 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝔀𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝓰𝒐. 󠀀 󠀀