fingers idly brush through her
brother’s pearl-like strands of
hair; so valyrian, her fingers
curling over the small tufts at
the side of his visage.
a host of rage and madness
lives within him. she knows —
in the gloom of her chambers, his head rests on @scoreofvenus’s lap. sunlight streams through the curtains, unable to reach the beside. his eyes close lazily, slowly, entranced to the sound of her gentle heartbeat.
° * ︶ 𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰. retweeted
a pleasant eve from the summer borne princess. a book has taken her liking for the time being.
though the one often passed over all others is marriage. it’s the way of westerosi practice. even princesses are lucky to choose who they wed.
















