▐ ˚. 𓄹 ｡ ☾ 𝔓𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔡 ﹆ 𓄼 ⤾ 𓂅
⤷ ❛ 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅. ❜
✎ᝰ 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 the charming bastard son
of oberyn martell joins the game of thrones,
and catches the eyes of many through...
( 𝕻𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 !) PEARL IN THE SAND ESCAPE TO HIGHGARDEN ❛ life is not a song. ❜
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THE REACH, HIGHGARDEN. SANSA STARK, 300 AC.
The wedding of the year had been Lady Sansa Stark to Lord Willas Tyrell, Heir in Highgarden, having been spirited away from under the Lions' nose alongside the married couple, Lady Leonette Fossoway and Ser Garlan 'the Gallant' Tyrell, now the lord and lady of Brightwater Keep— though they had yet to gather forces to take the keep and establish their rule from the castellan of Lord Alester Florent, Ser Collin Florent. To the Old Lions' greatest displeasure, of which he took out on his two present adult children, Queen Mother Cersei and Tyrion Lannister, to whom he had set to eventually marry the girl— she could imagine how he cursed waiting for the conflict with Stannis Baratheon to be over before wedding them now, to her own bit of amusement when she was feeling rather bitter and vindictive. Cersei proclaimed to all who could hear in the spies of the Red Keep that the stupid little Stark girl's departure was good riddance, how she greatly enjoyed no longer being within sight of that traitorous little whore, as Cersei had put it, comments that had earned her even more of her father's frustrated ire.
Lady Sansa had been relieved she had not uttered the plans that Lady Olenna had put into motion to anyone, not even to the harmless fool Ser Dontos. The Queen of Thorns had taught her a great lesson in exchange for the insightful information on Prince Joffrey's character that she would forever take to her heart; never trust anyone in the capital, and never speak of plans for any to hear, as there are always ears listening no matter how secure or safe you may think you are in the Red Keep. There is no such thing as privacy in such close proximity to the Crown. Even friends could be bought or duplicitous in their help or kindness to you, or even a thoughtless comment said without any malice or intention could ruin everything they had worked so hard for, that she had been placing her heart and hope for. Honor had no place in the capital of the South, this Sansa had learned from her father.
The Reach withheld no expense for the future Lord Paramount of Highgarden and his new lady wife. It is said that the Lady Sansa of House Stark swooned upon meeting her betrothed at the altar in the grande sept of Highgarden, smiling like the sun itself for the handsome man this fire-kissed bride would be calling husband from that day on, who had whisked her away from the court of lions, sweeping her off of her feet just as King Joffrey had set her aside for Willas' sister, the loved Lady Margaery– an exaggeration and song by the bards for sure, as all Sansa Stark truly did was say her wedding vows dutifully, playing the perfect lady with her armour of courtesy. And this was no song, life was not a song. Instead, she reserved her tears of joy and relief at leaving the lions' denn to the privacy of her own new personal chambers the night before her wedding, and had been on edge of what may come of a mortifying bedding ceremony and the terrifying bedding itself once the vows had been spoken and acted out like mummers on a play— or at least, that's how Sansa had felt throughout the majority of the feast.
