𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘

⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝕶ɴɪɢʜᴛ 𝕺ғ 𝕱ʟᴏᴡᴇʀs; ✿ 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕪𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝 “ pretty as a maiden's dream — but Tyrell to the bone. “ ⠀

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@ramsassing OH MY GOD THATS AN ENTIRE BABY RAMSES CONGRATULATIONS ILY

there's nothing he'd ask with a smile on his face that Loras wouldn't do with tears in his eyes.

ah. so the Mother *is merciful, after all.

why, gods. why have you made him so pretty.

choKING ON WATER HE--

keep making my knees wobble in public and i might just have to fall on my sword.

I'd KILL THE SUN FOR YOU—

lannisters? more like lame-isters. [ EAGERLY STARING AT HIS KING!!! FOR APPROVAL!! ]

who knew he was so wise.

I do believe that's my 𝘨𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, your grace ~

. . . he should find him a gift, he thinks. something exotic and interesting, maybe next time they're near a port city.

people?" He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Mothers crying out your name in gratitude, when their babes are fed. And Renly isn't Robert... He's not cruel, hardly ever drunk. He's as gallant as you could hope for, sweetling."

quite shake the feeling of remorse when considering that child he had seen at the tournament, alone after her father's death. Renly had known, and if Eddard Stark had been smart enough to listen to him and flee the city-- "What is the love of a man compared to the love of the ~

"It's war, my love. But isn't this mere chance better than the certainties we have? That Joffrey Baratheon will ascend to the throne, married to Ned Stark's poor girl?" He knew the ways into his sister's heart, although he wasn't proud to abuse them. Still, Loras couldn't ~

'less fortunate' is one way to put it. 'extremely lucky to have such an opportunity' is another.

Pats head. Sister.

When it finally entered me, I realized it wasn’t divine at all. It was nothing but rage and need. My holy purpose was a sham. My great honor was to keep this thing inside me like a loaded gun. I wasn’t a bride, I was a receptacle. A fucking missile silo.