⟪ Not many would accuse her brother of a sense for the poetic, but not many share such moments with him. Her gaze flicks across the yard – perhaps there were more to share now than usual when they speak like this, though none of them seem to pay too much attention to them. This, much like any imagery he can conjure with the promise of blood, could be good enough to have her purring like a contended cat in the sun. House Stark would rue the day, one might think.
That would, however, mean that there is a House Stark left to rue a thing, by the time her brother is good and finished with them.
The twist of a smile is all the acknowledgement she is willing to offer now, until such a time that Robb Stark's head adorns the Red Keep.
More comfortable it is to think of lions at tourneys, her brother and her sons entering side by side, all gold and red pride. There is much to consider, of course: Joffrey has the ruthlessness she considers necessary, but he is but a boy still, and it is difficult to think of his age and compare him to her twin back when. In time, of course, he would be the same shining gold. Tommen was a more difficult matter: he shared his father's love for horses and hounds, but he was tender of heart in a way that was sweet when he embraced her before breaking his fast with her in the morning, but bothersome when it came to think of him as a gilded lion prepared to rule. ⟫
Still occupied with her garden. None of them took it particularly hard. ⟪ Well... there is Joff, but Joff rather delights in the title he inherited, so what does it matter? ⟫
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That would, however, mean that there is a House Stark left to rue a thing, by the time her brother is good and finished with them.
The twist of a smile is all the acknowledgement she is willing to offer now, until such a time that Robb Stark's head adorns the Red Keep.
More comfortable it is to think of lions at tourneys, her brother and her sons entering side by side, all gold and red pride. There is much to consider, of course: Joffrey has the ruthlessness she considers necessary, but he is but a boy still, and it is difficult to think of his age and compare him to her twin back when. In time, of course, he would be the same shining gold. Tommen was a more difficult matter: he shared his father's love for horses and hounds, but he was tender of heart in a way that was sweet when he embraced her before breaking his fast with her in the morning, but bothersome when it came to think of him as a gilded lion prepared to rule. ⟫
Still occupied with her garden. None of them took it particularly hard. ⟪ Well... there is Joff, but Joff rather delights in the title he inherited, so what does it matter? ⟫