IT WAS SAID that when a flower blooms, the first thing you see are the colours sprouting from their beautiful petals. The inky blues, pinks and yellows, the hues of orange and red and the shades of whites and purples. You see them for their beauty, not for their purpose. You see the colours and liveliness of the flowers, but never the thorns that lie beneath them. A flower can be as thorny as it was gorgeous. As deadly as it was ethereal. Many have traced the stem of a flower, only to be jabbed by the harshness of a thorn. The same person never making the same mistake again.
Some even say the poison that resides in a flower can be almost as deadly as the steel the resides in the hilt of a sword.
And the Tyrells proved that right.
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THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon
Fanfiction"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship." - Louisa May Alcott In which the young Lady Tyrell needs to learn how to take control instead of asking for it... ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GEORGE RR MARTIN except my own characters and...
