#// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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|| plotted starter for @ofvalyriansteel​​ because what is self control.

                                  cirilla was not much like her mother - willful and fierce, a complete opposite of calanthe’s darling daughter, quiet and shy and delicate. but one thing they definitely shared, and it was that strange, unparalled power. the lioness of cintra had only witnessed such a thing once before, during one of pavetta’s famous attacks of hysteria, the primal force that nearly brought the castle down. 

                                  but this time, as her granddaughter was soothed and the magic has calmed, there was no destruction. the strange green hole that ciri’s uncontrolled emotions created spat out something. or rather, someone. a woman, unconscious and barely alive, holding on to her life with the last of her strength. 

                                  calanthe could recognize a wounded warrior when she saw one. and no warrior, no matter from where they came, deserved to die like this - in a strange land. somewhere deep in her heart the queen worried that perhaps it was her granddaughter’s power itself that injured the woman so. so she had her druid and trusted friend do everything in his power to not only keep her alive, but bring her back to full health. 

                                  and so when she heard her guest had awoken, a few long days later, she abandoned everything she was doing, to go see her and speak to her. 

                                  “ have no fear. “ were the words the lioness greeted the dragon princess with. “ no harm will come to you here. “

#// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main } #ofvalyriansteel #don't ask me how they speak the same language.

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@ofvalyriansteel​

                                     “ my dear granddaughter, the angel that she is, once learned some... inappropriate words from her grandfather and his nephew, in their native language of skelliger dialect. assuming i don’t know how to speak it, she then begun to curse in front of me. her face when i asked what did she just say, in fluent skelliger, was truly priceless. “

#ofvalyriansteel #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@chaotiicgoods​, that starter i promised you like a thousand years ago.

                                 cintra was in flames. smoke everywhere, cries of the innocents being murdered reaching her ears. she couldn't save them. having crawled to the battlement of her castle, gravely wounded, calanthe could look out onto her kingdom, turned to ash and dust and little else. she held the gaping wound in her stomach, fatal in all cases she knew. on the battlements, queen calanthe would take her own life. 

                                she would not let the nilfgaardian dogs take everything from her. the civilians would be safe. ciri was safe, she knew. she took a breath and closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate when suddenly... a flash of geen light appeared behind her.

                                she stopped, turning around to face... a girl with green eyes, childish and big, reminding her so much of pavetta it hurt. an awful scar marred her otherwise pretty face, and her ashen hair that would normally be the same shade as calanthe's own had white streaks scattered in it. she was so familiar, and yet unlike anyone calanthe had seen...

                                “ who are you? my angel? to welcome me to heavens? “ 

#chaotiicgoods #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@inspireswar​ liked for book dialogue starter.

                                    “ our enemy was burning villages which paid us levies and we, greedy for our tributes, challenged them on the field. a trivial reason, a trivial battle, a trivial three thousand corpses pecked to pieces by the crows. “

#inspireswar #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@wintefell​ liked for book dialogue starter.

                                    " it is loud enough that we can exchange a few words discreetly. let us start with courtesies: i am pleased to meet you. “

#wintefell #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main } #unless you'd like it to be in my asoiaf cross-over verse? lemme know!

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@suresaint​ asked:                           “ well, how do i look? ”  

                               a gown of expensive fabric fits the girl’s frame perfectly - it was made by calanthe’s most favourite dressmakers. beaded with many jewels and pearls... “ it looks beauiful. properly royal. “ she assured, a hand resting on zelda’s shoulder. she herself had been luck, having a woman to lead her when she was just a fledgeling still, so why not return the kindness? especially since blood bonds tied the two. 

#suresaint #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@qxeensxng​ feat. pavetta cont. x

                                naive was never a word calanthe would use to describe her sweet daughter. pavetta had always been brilliant, wise for her years, even if so much of her time was spent amongst stories and fairy tales. but beyond any doubt, she was delicate. fragile. so much so that, if she could, the lioness would protect her daughter with her own chest from the world itself. 

                               “ of course not, my sweet. you are after all my daughter. but my concern is not to accuse you of poor judgement. it comes from a mother’s love. no matter how old you are, i may never stop wanting to protect you. “

#qxeensxng #best mother daughter duo in literature hello #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@elderbloodcarrier​ liked for book dialogue starter.

                              " it was long ago. i no longer wear mourning, as you see. i did, for long enough. “

#elderbloodcarrier #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@palehunt​

                                        “ dared by her male friends, cirilla decided to show that she is not, in fact, afraid of snails. and she deduced that the best way to do it would be by sticking one right up her nostril. it got stuck, naturally. it took mousesack nearly an hour to remove it, and in that time, she had cried so much, that right along with it there was an unparalleled flood of snot. “

#palehunt #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@krolskellige​ asked:       “ you’re pregnant? “ 

                                              she looked down at herself. the truth was, it was becoming harder and harder to hide from the court. the gowns were tight, and suddenly wearing only the loose ones brought with it perhaps more rumors than a protruding belly. she took in a deep breath. 

                                              “ i am. “ the confession rings in her ears as much as the midwife’s words did, warning her last time she carried a babe to not try again if she valued her life. but... gods, how she wanted this. how she wanted to have one more child, and a child with him. she took his hand. big and strong and a little bit rough, but meaning nothing but comfort and safety for her. 

                                              “ i... i should have told you sooner, but i myself learned after you sailed off. i hope you aren’t cross with me. “

#krolskellige #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main } #THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM

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@survivoirs​ said:                             "I swear I may never recover. For all the emeralds that lay beneath the earth could never compare to the green of your eyes, which hold equal parts wisdom to beauty. I swear it to your I shall not rest until I can write a song to truly capture their splendor.” (Jaskier)

                                      the queen errupted into laughter, sound like a thousand of delicate chimes - she was used to compliments, at times even called the most beautiful of her time, but there was something in julian still that made them all the more charming. “ well, if there is a poet i would trust to capture their true nature, it would be you, no doubt, my dear julian. “

#// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main } #survivoirs #THEM

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@qxeensxng​ said:  “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” { pavetta }

                                     it pains the lioness to her very core, looking at her daughter and knowing... knowing that if she did not do anything, their days together might be over soon. if that monster comes and demands his claim on her... will she be able to stand against destiny? “ i... i’m sorry, my darling. it’s nothing. “

#qxeensxng #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@roturn​ liked for book dialogue starter. for jaskier.

                                   “ i'd also be pleased to hear a compliment or two, homage or assurance of your obedience. In whichever order you choose. “

#roturn #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@twrflwr​ liked for a book dialogue starter!

                                      “ who knows, perhaps even though i’m not expecting an answer i would like benignly to devote a little attention to your frank words, freely volunteered? words, which, who knows, perhaps you would like to unburden yourself of, and along with them whatever is oppressing your soul? “

#twrflwr #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@nazaeir​ liked for canon dialogue starter.

                                      “ it isn’t a fairy story, it’s real life. lousy, evil, onerous, not sparing of errors, harm, sorrow, disappointments or misfortunes; not sparing of anyone, neither witchers, nor queens. “

#nazaeir #// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main }

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@sunlightswallowed​ liked for canon dialogue starter!

                                   “ do you think, kochana, that storytellers will tell of our meetings, when a hundred years have passed? i think so. except they will probably colour the tale, tug on heart strings, play on the emotions. yes, they know how. “

#// ver: they call her the lioness of cintra. { main } #sunlightswallowed