at the foot of your loveSmaller in death, a scar marring her perfect face, a circlet of gold lions resting on curls that used to shine, Myrcella is still. She lies at the feet of the throne, wrapped in silks, a queen that never had the chance to rule her kingdom. Beside her, her mother sits with her back against the tangle of steel, keeping silent vigil and waiting
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...wow. That was STUNNING. It's amazing how you manage to keep Ned so completely in character, even when he's doing something that seems to go against everything we know about him. You incorporate GRRM's text very nicely into the story, too. And this segment-
"Here?" Cersei asked, her voice as soft as the oak leaves dancing in the wind. She frowned slightly, but her legs fell open as his hand slid up her thigh. "Why?"
The Birch Grove: Part OneThey make camp in a grove of birch trees; pale, slender things with a criss-cross of barren branches. Sansa’s slim white arms blend in with the tree trunks as she wends her way through the thicket, circling each birch, swinging and swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm. As Jaime watches her from the doorway of the tent, he marvels at how impervious she seems to the cold- she wears nothing but a diaphanous shift, her feet completely bare. Her hair is no longer that unfortunate mousy brown, but the rich, deep red that she inherited from her mother. The moonlight sifts through the branches and illuminates her pale limbs, catches in her wide blue eyes, reflects off of her small, sharp teeth
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The Birch Grove: Part TwoAnd he is on his knees now, the coolness of the ground seeping in through his breeches, his arms wrapped around her waist as his mouth moves over her breasts and stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin through the feather-light shift. He uses his left hand to tug at his own laces and slowly rub himself- he lifts the hem of her skirt with his golden hand and kisses her through her smallclothes. He sinks his teeth into the soft skin of her thigh, and she cries out, a wolf-like sound if ever there was one, her nails digging into his scalp
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"Here?" Cersei asked, her voice as soft as the oak leaves dancing in the wind. She frowned slightly, but her legs fell open as his hand slid up her thigh. "Why?"
"So the Gods can see."
I. Die.
Really, truly gorgeous.
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