𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑.

Don’t be benevolent. Hurt me like you love me—intensely, obsessive and all bloody.

Good morrow, cousin .

Frustration blooms in fidgeting, bleeding hands—soon to be drenched with scalding tea. She shields her pain well, gaze flicking up to Baela before she smiles with disdain. ❝I dare say you are far worse than your father. Would you like to give birth to the babe in chains?❞

Such 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 sung by a foolish girl who is 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 by new blood to the Greens. She does not envy the sweet girl.

❝You will do no such thing. Be patient and it may serve you well. In the meantime: if you are fortunate enough, I will share the sweetest of my brothers with you. He finds his place of rest in my chambers, oft.❞

❝It is easier to not rebel. I stopped trying, so long ago. I will do my best to shield you from all the Greens, however, you must play your part right here, right now until Jace and your step-mother can scheme for your safe return.❞

❝I understand my duty as his sister-wife. You will fall into your own rhythm of duty as his wife, you will come to understand. He will not let you die like your mother. He will cut the babe out himself. But… You’ll be okay. Perhaps he will change with you, to be gentle.❞

❝Oh—please do not call him that. He did not earn it. He will not hurt you when I am around. The birthing bed is to be your battle, too in these games of pawns. My only hope is that it’ll be easier than mine. They had the desire to cut my babes out.❞

❝I cannot publicly declare my favour. However, man is your king. Be careful of your words—Baela. You are in the greens’ territory. There are eyes and ears everywhere. I can only protect you so much. Jacaerys can only do so much. If needed, you can rest with me. You’ll be safe.❞