It would be better
once they got to Harrenhal, the captives told each other, but Arya was not so
certain. She remembered Old Nan’s stories of the castle built on fear. Harren
the Black had mixed human blood in the mortar, Nan used to say, dropping her voice
so the children would need to lean close to hear, but Aegon’s dragons had
roasted Harren and all his sons within their great walls of stone.
I feel like Daenerys is probably the most qualified to rule at this point because she’s spent so much time and effort preparing, it would be a real disappointment if she didn’t end up on the throne for her I think, for sure. In terms of the story, I really like Cersei on the throne. I love a bit of madness; I think it’s hilarious and she should stay on there for as long as possible. She’ll have a lot of fun, it’ll make for a good story.
You had been in Neverland for a few years and you and a Peter had become, well… a couple. His soft side, as most people would say, was only brought out by you. Like most days, today, you played games with the younger lost boys and showed the newbies around. While tending to your work you noticed a prominent frustration in Peter, more than normal. You hated when he was in an especially bad mood, and today was one of those times. Peter was definitely not his playful, cocky self. By the time dinner was in place Peter was already in his cabin. You sighed putting a plate together for yourself and him. “Felix will you make sure they get to bed?” you asked pleadingly. He nodded, giving you a sympathetic look and a pat on the back. You went straight to Peter’s cabin letting yourself in after knocking softly. “Peter?” He turned from where he was seated at his desk to face you, on his face was a worn out expression. “I brought you some dinner babe,” you smiled placing his plate in front of him. “Thanks love, but I don’t have much of an appetite right now,” his deep voice was rough and quiet. You sighed in defeat not wanting to push him to eat. All he needs is a some rest and a break from life sometimes. “Will you at least lay down for a while?” you suggested sitting on the foot of the bed. “Y/n, darling, I have things to get done,” he muttered rubbing his temple. “Peter please, you need to relax, you’re way to stressed to get anything done,” you pleaded wanting your boyfriend to feel better. He got up stretching out his tall figure, then sat down on the bed beside you, giving into your request. “Lay down on your stomach,” you ordered. Peter gave you a questioning look, but flipped onto his stomach. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, a knee on each side of his body. “What are you doing y/n,” he questioned turning his head slightly so that he could see you. You shushed him making him roll his eyes playfully. You placed your hands onto his broad shoulders rubbing into them firmly. His body instantly relaxed to your touch. You continued massaging Peter’s shoulders earning a moan or two from him. His skin felt warm and silky under your small hands. “Darling you really don’t have to do this,” Peter mumbled, obviously enjoying his massage. “Peter just relax,” you said softly, still rubbing his back and shoulders, up towards his neck. “God you’re so tense,” you muttered to yourself, earning a deep chuckle from Peter.
“I owe you for that, darling,” Peter said as I pulled on his shirt, which he had previously removed. “You owe me nothing,” you kissed his cheek. “You just need to learn to take a break when you need one.” “Yeah yeah,” he responded playfully rolling his eyes. You scooted over towards him placing a soft kiss onto his lips. Peter put a hand on the side of your face deepening the kiss. You placed a hand on his chest as he fell on top of you pushing your back into the bed. Your hands fell into his soft hair, lightly pulling. He moaned into the kiss and continued to caress your hips, occasionally grabbing your ass. Peter lightly bit your lip as you pulled away, in need for air. “You don’t owe me anymore,” He joked. “Now let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” Peter got under the covers of your shared bed pulling you with him. You nuzzled into his side as he wrapped his strong arm tightly around your waist. “Goodnight, love,” Peter whispered kissing your lips softly. You mumbled back a goodnight before burying your head further into your boyfriends chest.
Thanks for reading, love you all. 💜(Sorry it’s not very good)