IMAGINE….being a Stark and being sent to Dorne to marry Oberyn Martell.
You were the eldest daughter and second child to Lord
Rickard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. As a part of his “southern ambitions,”
you were sent to Dorne to wed the youngest Martell and second Prince of Dorne.
Holding your head high as you stepped into the throne room
of the Old Palace of Sunspear where sat the throne of House Martell, you did
your very best to not show fear. You were a wolf of the North, a daughter to
House Stark, and you wouldn’t be frightened by a few vipers – even those hidden
in the grasses just beyond your view.
“Lady Y/n,” Prince Doran, the ruling Prince of Dorne,
greeted getting to his feet and flashing you a gentle and kind smile.
You fell into a deep curtsy, just as you had been taught,
and bent your head to show submission. It seemed like the smartest course of
action until you came to truly know and trust the members of House Martell. The
Dornish were temperamental people, you knew, and you didn’t wish to slight them
in any way and make them hate you before they came to truly understand you.
“Prince Doran, it is an honor to be in Dorne and I pray that
my marriage to your brother will prove to be successful.” The words were
rehearsed, you had been saying them to yourself for the past month and a half
during your journey from Winterfell to there.
A door opened behind you and you turned just in time to get
your first glance at your betrothed and future husband.
The sight of him knocked the air from your lungs and it took
all you had not to blush in excitement. He was handsome, one of the most
handsomest men you had ever seen. The way he looked – his dark features and
olive skin – and the cocky way he carried himself as he held your gaze and
moved across the room toward you and his brother, it was all enough to cause a
stirring in the lower bit of your stomach that had you dropping your gaze and
turning back around to Prince Doran.
“Oberyn, this is Lady…”
“Y/n Stark,” even his voice was enough to make you want him. It was strange but thrilling
feeling. You had never wanted…desired
anyone before. “It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady.” His voice was full of
Taking a moment to still your heart, you looked up at him
and smirked, “The pleasure is all mine, My Prince.” Oh and how great a pleasure it was…
You mean, Robb Stark showering love, affection, and riches on Theon who had been pushed down and abused his whole life? Theon who had been told he was less than human being given so much love.
You mean, Theon living a life of luxury after suffering and struggling to get by for so long?
You mean, Robb doing all of this willingly because he just loves Theon for who he is and wants the best life for him?
You mean, Theon who can’t believe this is real and that he deserves any of this no matter how much Robb proves him wrong again and again?? (and even self-sabotages because no one is that nice without a price) (the price is love bitch= yeah, I’m a sappy fuck)
You mean, Robb Stark in a fine ass suit ravishing Theon? Theon getting to be the ultimate fashonista he is and very much appreciating that damn suit?
You mean, Theon not only being treated to wealth and comfort, but also unconditional love which he is not used to?
I’m sure this is not the response you wanted for your message because I went straight to sap kingdom, but holy damn do I love it! (literally, kept wanting to answer this while I was at work today)
@francisperfectionbonnefoy@distractedbylife feel free to tell me if I am wrong, but I think you two would be very interested in this? and definitely feel free to add?? (and no luke, don’t you dare drag shangela into this)
The reign of the two queens was said to be one of the greatest reigns seen within Westeros. They brought, peace and justice and even to this day are renowned as the greatest rulers seen within history.
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… Winter is here, the north reunite and so does the Stark, I am most happy to present you my dearest sister, the lost princess Arya Stark” The crowd cheer and applaud filled the great hall but all his senses seems to blackout except for his sight.
He looks straight at her once again and she swears nothing could be as beautiful as the look in his eyes in this moment. He feels words beat against his chest and he bites his lip to keep them from spilling out: I missed you. I wish things could be different. I love you. I will always love you. He ignores the emotions that are tearing through his heart and utters the words that scream at him in his mind, “You deserve better. You deserve more than a bastard who grew up a smith.”
FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK FUCK THESE CHARACTERS MAKING ME FEEL THESE FUCKING EMOTIONS WITH THEIR NONEXISTENT ASSES THEY KEEP DYING OR GETTING KIDNAPPED OR BREAKING DOWN AND THEN THE FUCKING BOOK ENDS ON A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER AND I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING YEAR TO GET WRAPPED UP IN THIS SHIT AGAIN MOTHERFUCK