The morning had dawned bright and clear, for which Marian had found herself very grateful. For all that it was an important day they had taken their time, performing tasks about their home that would need to be completed no matter what the occasion. There was a comfort in it, something they found they both needed that morning ( Read more... )

The day was clear and cool, at least by island standards and perhaps that was for the best given what passed what wedding finery in the eyes of one member of the wedding party. The breeze stirred the red leaves of the heart tree and if Sansa could never see much approval in the carved face - so solemn, then perhaps the whispers of the leaves could ( Read more... )

Cliché has it, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. This isn't entirely true, but there's some merit to the old adage. If you want something done right, it's alright to let other people do all the work - just so long as you're the one supervising ( Read more... )

Marriage was a strange thing. For many years Marian had been so sure of who she would wed, and how. A ceremony on Robin's estates, the celebration at Nottingham castle. It seemed sure to her, even in those years she insisted she would not marry at all ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, Jessica...

Tiny little matchstick candles. Wax dripping, glossing over perfectly applied icing flowers. Sarah's cakes were always lopsided. Whimsically and lovingly imperfect. She hasn't baked in years ( Read more... )

"This is not the military," she told the line of what she was thinking of as recruits, no matter their individual experience. It didn't matter any more, wasn't that what everyone kept saying about this place? "If this was the military, I or someone like me would have you all day, every day. So you might want to be glad this isn't the military." ( Read more... )

( Squirrels were strange creatures )

For Lyanna Castus and the babe in her belly, the day was not a good one ( Read more... )

This is one play that Geoffrey's not watching alone, even if it means keeping Duck backstage at his side throughout the entire thing. Part of it's because it's just too special to him, to them, and experiencing it alone just seems wrong. And part of it's that Geoffrey's nervous, more nervous than he was for the last couple of plays - he's taken a ( Read more... )

It had been a long, exhausting night, but Rickon was born, safe and sound, and mother and child were both doing well. When Rickon finally stopped crying and drifted off to the sound sleep of the newly-born, Susan and Jon got some much-needed rest. Rickon's cries woke them before lunchtime, and it took some time to soothe him, but Susan didn't ( Read more... )