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She’s My Religion (Part 2: She Needs This Love Just as Much as Me) Astarion x F! Reader

Author note- totally not sure how I feel about this, but here we go! I hope someone enjoys this lmao.

I’m really tired and so this has been edited once and I’ll add the link for part 1 later. If you asked to be on my tag list- I am going to be adding you tomorrow simply because I can barely keep my eyes open right now.

CW: Domestic violence, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, violence, angst.

Picture does not belong to me and is not mine. I cannot for the life of me remember where I got it so I apologize in advance.

“You’ve been doing WHAT!?”

Astarion sits staring at the forest with his head hung with guilt and shame. Shadowheart sounds furious with him and admittedly, Astarion is also raving mad at himself.

Astarion miscalculated terribly- his plan was completely, utterly doomed from the start. Shadowheart is pacing back and forth in front of him- reading him the right act.

Astarion is zoning out as Shadowheart goes on and on saying all the things he’s already said to himself- he begins to drift to the first time he had ever met you about three years ago.

Astarion had been in solitary confinement for what had felt like forever when Cazador let him out. It was probably the only time Cazador had looked somewhat close to nervous with some sick twisted affection behind his eyes. He simply told Astarion he was to accompany you around the grounds and that you needed to be treated with respect. Your step-father did not want you to be present after dinner.

“You are allowed to take her to do what she wants- within reason. Do not let her leave the mansion grounds and make sure she is content,” Cazador said stiffly, “I am trusting you, boy. You know the consequences if you step out of line.”

Later, before you had arrived, Dalyria had made him privy to you and your… temperaments. Astarion relished in knowing you made a fool out of Petras. Someone needed to give the prick a wake up call.

It was also, supposedly, no secret to anyone in your family that you are the one Cazador wishes to marry, but due to your lack of royal blood, it would ruin his alliance with the Von family entirely. So Cazador is stuck with a woman named Daisy Von (who he cannot stand) and Astarion felt like it was the perfect karma for Cazador- the one time he wants something or someone, he absolutely cannot have it.

You were (still are) wildly different from your obnoxious step-sisters and step-brothers.

“Wild.”

“Rebellious.”

“Boorish.”

“Trouble maker.”

It was all this annoying group of people could seem to talk about- how terrible and horrible you were. What a disappointment. What a nuisance.

Dalyria told him beforehand that this was the norm and that it really only gets more embarrassing for them every time. You were kind, headstrong, ambitious, and beautiful according to Dalyria- when she had stepped in for Petras that night at the last minute, you had treated her like a person. You had asked her about herself, engaged in her hobbies by asking questions, and you had made a point of showing her all the medical books in Bridril Von’s library (you even let her take one, Bridril never goes in the library). Astarion had just stared at her in disbelief- she had to be playing a trick on him.

You stood on the farthest end next to the youngest girl and Bridril had scowled so aggressively, Astarion thought his face may cave in on itself. You are far more captivating than any of Bridril’s children could ever wish to be. No wonder Cazador wants you so badly that he’s willing to do anything to make sure you come over with them or that you show up for dinner at your own home- undeterred by the inability to actually make a proposal for your hand.

You looked positively irritated everytime Daisy opened her mouth and he was too. The woman is dense and over-the-top. Dinner had been awkward and you had barely even touched your food, but drank three goblets of wine- every time Bridril leered at you for getting another glass, a sly smirk would cross your lips. Your own silent rebellion.

Your demeanor and attitude resembled that of a bird trapped in a cage- wings clipped and feathers plucked. It made Astarion feel bitter- in what world were you trapped? You get to live in a nice mansion and go to dinner parties in nice clothes- Astarion just woke up in a TOMB after being in there for WEEKS. How dare a pampered princess such as yourself pretend that you are provided with anything less than perfection.

His bitterness (and biases) hadn’t lasted very long- it lasted for about 5 parties. Your relationship started out with a lot of bickering and miscommunication. Both of your words towards each other were passively laced with venom, but you never complained so he kept being assigned to you. It was never an option really either. Cazador insisted you be a part of every dinner despite Bridril’s grumbling.

The 6th meeting had changed everything. You had not arrived for the party your step-father was throwing and Bridril told Cazador that you were sick before hurriedly rushing off to talk to a local Magistrate. Cazador, naturally, wasn’t satisfied with this explanation so he had sent Astarion to find you.

Astarion had found you sleeping- bloody, battered, and bruised in your bedroom. There was a thick black banded bruise on your neck. The walls were empty, there was only a bedroll in the corner, and the book you had been reading the last time he was there was destroyed and in tatters on the floor. You had woken up when he accidentally slammed the door out of rage and you had looked around disoriented, but skittish and alert all the same. Your eyes softened when you realized it was just him.

You told him you had lost a competition because you hadn’t been sleeping well- too many bad dreams. Bridril had been so embarrassed that he had beaten you for the last several hours before- completely forgetting the mass amount of guests that he had invited to his home that evening. You weren’t allowed to leave your room. Astarion had been wrong. You were a trapped bird in a cage.

It was the one and only time Astarion ever willingly went to Cazador and told him what he had witnessed. You never had a scratch on you again at any future gatherings, but you always looked more tired than the time before. Bridril would boast about all the competitions you had won over the last month- Archery, jousting, mock combats, javelin throwing, etc, etc, etc. The list went on and on- you looked closer and closer to vomiting or keeling over from exhaustion with every activity he named. Life returned to your eyes when you and Astarion went off to dick around.

Escorting you around the Crimson Palace or around the Mansion quickly became his favorite part of those stupid dinner parties or any of the events Cazador threw or went to. You are complex and didn’t grow up in nobility. You despised it, but you were stuck because Bridril had enchanted your mother. You told him she breaks sometimes, but you rarely recognize the woman that pretends to be her nowadays.

You admitted to Astarion you thought he was a pompous bastard when you first met, but he is pretty so you let it slide. Astarion told you that he thought you were a spoiled brat, but because YOU were pretty, he also let it slide.

You had smiled at him, “I guess we are both wrong.”

“But not about being pretty.”

“Oh most certainly not.”

One evening, the two of you had had ‘too much’ fun according to Cazador. You had snuck him into the library and you had sat reading for the entire 6 hour affair. You had asked if it was okay if you sat near him and that eventually led to you leaninging against each other. Astarion had felt like he had been physically, painfully ripped from you when it was time to go. You had kissed Astarion on the cheek before he left and he kissed your hand. Cazador had flayed Astarion for that one night.

Astarion had felt some guilt regarding his resentment toward you after the incident. He knew he wasn’t helping his own situation by giving into your whims and your touch.

If Astarion didn’t know any better, he would think Cazador loved you, but he learned quickly that Cazador’s “affection” for you comes from a place of obsession and possessiveness. You looked like a previous lover of his from a lifetime that Astarion knew very little about. You were different from this woman, but it was not unwelcome in Cazador’s eyes- he has always liked a challenge. He could make you submit.

Cazador had wanted to send someone else to be your escort after you had begun to show an interest in Astarion- this was quickly squashed when you looked like you were going to light Cazador and his entire world on fire if he dared to volunteer another person. He had brought Leon, Astarion, and Dalyria and when Cazador volunteered Leon- you simply said, “No, I want Astarion.”

Cazador was infuriated, but he wanted- no needed you to be happy and to like him. Cazador had told Pale Petras that if he could win your favor, he was sure you’d just willingly come to him and ask to be his consort. Daisy could be thrown out entirely and maybe he’ll have negotiating room. The thought had made Astarion’s stomach turn- he wouldn’t be able to bare watching you become a lifeless consort under Cazador.

However, he always pushed those thoughts away when he was around you so he could stay in a good mood. You would flirt back and forth with Astarion, talk about irrelevant bullshit from the week, the gossip around the mansion, and you both mimicked and complained about how pathetic it was to watch Daisy grovel at Cazador’s feet- a lamb to the slaughter. You referred to the slaughter as being marriage, he referred to the slaughter as Cazador.

It had been a wonderful year of Daisy entirely failing at keeping Cazador’s attention, but she was determined and Astarion admittedly hoped that you may remain a consistent part of his life- the tiniest ray of light to look forward to once or twice a month. And if Cazador marries Daisy? Well, Astarion may never have to be that far away from you permanently.

Then, one night at a party, he had been in the Von mansion’s dining room- Cazador had instructed him to find you. He eventually gave up after he couldn’t and figured you would come to him eventually. Astarion was right, but not in the way he had originally hoped.

You had snuck into the second floor dining area and you locked it behind you. Astarion had been relieved to be in your presence again, but the state you were in… His relief was swallowed up when he had seen how bruised and beaten up you looked. Astarion had surprised you by his presence and you surprised him with your plan. You were escaping and instead of stopping you like a very massive part wanted him too- in spite of Cazador’s command to keep you from leaving the property having been shoved down Astarion’s throat, Astarion helped you tie the rope to propel down the side of the building.

Astarion can still remember the earnest look you’d given him- the way you begged him to leave with you. Gods he wanted to. Astarion remembered all the days that followed after where he kicked himself for not being selfish, but for whatever reason, he didn’t want there to be any way for you to be caught. Astarion knew if he went with you, neither one of you would ever get to know what it means to be free. Cazador would be able to find you through Astarion.

Astarion had told you “no”, struggled to get you to understand between tears, but then you promised him that you would be back. You would kill Cazador and he would be free- you just need him to wait for you. You didn’t know Cazador was a Vampire Lord at the time, but he still believed you. You said give you at least four years- you need time to prepare. He agreed.

Astarion never forgot your promise, clinging to it like a divine wish. There were only 2 more years left- then the Mindflayers kidnapped him.

Astarion had never felt more angry or defeated in his whole life. Astarion would have been free, but now he’s going to turn into a Mindflayer of all things.

Except it had been the best stroke of luck he’d ever had. You were there! In front of him after two years! Your softer noble appearance has been replaced with a scar that shows you dodged just in time to not lose an eye, an Oath of Vengeance sigil plastered to your chest, piercings along your ears, and a large beholder tattoo on your neck. Still beautiful, just far more authentic.

Astarion knows his initial plan to seduce you, sleep with you, and manipulate your feelings was a fucked up one-especially because he knew having you in every way would destroy Cazador without thinking of how it would make you feel. Astarion also acknowledged that a part of him had been doing all this for his own selfish pleasure- no one was in the way of keeping you from getting closer and Astarion didn’t want to have to share your affections with others in camp. And besides, he had been there first.

Oh and Astarion took every advantage of having you to himself. Talking to you, making you laugh, kissing you, being entangled with you while you sleep, drinking from you- fucking you until you only smell of him, leaving bite marks to show you are Astarion’s only.

What Astarion hadn’t anticipated was how much he would also want to be yours. He had been pushing down the feeling for a long time and he always brushed off Shadowheart’s puppy love jokes. Astarion was not smitten with you- he merely knows you and that’s why it’s all so easy. You had shown him simple kindness and you had a history together- you were the obvious choice to go to for protection.

Then the fight with Yurgir happened and Astarion watched you die.

The battle had been hard- brutal even for Astarion’s standards- and the constant bombs being dropped wasn’t helping the situation.

You were up top with Karlach, facing Yurgir head on while Shadowheart and himself tried to pick off the other attackers going after you both.

It had felt like hours, but in reality, what happened next lasted mere seconds.

Yurgir had made you and Karlach lose your balance, but Yurgir was focused on you. Astarion watched in despair as you were flung into the wall, crashing to the ground with a pained scream, a sickening crack, then nothing but blood pouring out of your head. Suddenly, a bomb exploded above you, the rocks began to pour down from the ceiling, and buried you.

The screams that had erupted from Karlach and Shadowheart had snapped him into action. Astarion didn’t remember the rest of the battle, just that it had been a bloodthirsty blur and now he, Karlach, and Shadowheart were clearing the rubble. Astarion had been the one to find you and your face was a bit bruised, the back of your head still seeping with blood, but you looked so peaceful and your skin was so so cold.

When you were completely uncovered, it was evident that you were dead- that this was a job for Withers or a scroll of revivify. Your neck was snapped in half, your limbs were broken- some even shattered. Shadowheart was able to heal and reset your neck so that the whole ordeal was slightly less grotesque. After, he had cradled you in his arms until Karlach and Shadowheart were sure there were no enemies between themselves and the exit.

Astarion had refused to let Karlach take you, holding your broken form against him as his silent tears spilled onto your hushed expression.

You had thankfully not been beyond the point of no return, but Astarion had realized that he needed to have a conversation with you. You are more than an upper hand to him, more than someone fun to tumble around with in his tent- you have somehow become his reason for going forward. Astarion had resigned himself to dying if you weren’t able to be revived. The thought had surprised him after wanting to be free for so long, but would his freedom be worth having if he couldn’t spend it with you? Astarion would rather take his chances and hope you end up together in the same afterlife.

That is what has led him and Shadowheart to having this conversation. Astarion wants to ask you to be something real to each other. Shadowheart had initially been confused, stating that you had “always been real?”, then he told her everything.

Whenever you left Astarion behind, he’d pass the time getting drunk with Shadowheart (if she was left behind). The last time, she had to ask Astarion if his entire conversation catalog is just about you because you were brought up every other word- he had felt incredibly embarrassed, so much so that he had gotten up and hid in his tent.

“Astarion- you never shut up about her, you’ve been following her around like a lost dog since day one- Hells you looked halfway to smitten on the DAMN BEACH!” Shadowheart says with a shrill voice, “What do you mean the entire time up until yesterday that it was all a lie!?”

“It wasn't yesterday only, my favorite wine drunk Sharran” Astarion stated matter-of-factly, “I just… didn’t want to acknowledge that I wanted more. After I first met her, I didn’t see her again for two years- it was bearable, but that had come with the promise of her coming back. She almost didn’t yesterday and I realized that, even after this is all said and done, I don't ever want her to go away. In any capacity.”

Shadowheart shook her head at him, “She’s going to be furious. Heartbroken even.”

“I know,” Astarion says thickly, “but I’m hoping she will forgive me or at least let me prove to her that I’m serious about us.”

You weren’t due back for at least another hour so they had begun working on the speech immediately.

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“Whatever we are,” you are glaring at him, your voice coated in venom, “or whatever you were pretending I was to you- it’s over.”

No. No. No. NO!

Astarion didn’t think it was possible for his heart to feel like it’s been shattered since it barely beats at all.

It’s over?

It can’t be over! It’s barely begun and you only have half of the story. Astarion knows you’ll listen- you’ll see sense. You have to… right?

“Darling, pl-”

“No! I hate you so much!,” you sob into your hands, his whole body hurts looking at you, “I hate you more than I thought I could ever hate anyone- undead, dead, or alive! I trusted you and you used me for your own gain- so unkindly, go fuck yourself!”

Astarion wants to grab you as you turn around and walk away. He wants to get down on his knees and plead to you- pray to you until you don’t leave him- that you take it back. You’ll give him a chance, even if he loses privileges like getting to hold your hand, cuddle with you at night, or even kiss you for a while, that would be far more bearable than losing you altogether.

Astarion falls to his knees, ruptured and humbled.

“Astarion,” Shadowheart says softly, squatting down in front of him, “it will be okay. She’ll forgive you. She just needs a second, okay? You knew and I knew that this was a toss up to begin with.”

Astarion nodded numbly and got to his feet. Shadowheart gives him a squeeze on the shoulder before going into her own tent and Astarion briskly begins to walk back to his. He makes eye contact with you as Wyll enters your tent and the look on your face when you saw him makes this whole nightmare all too real.

Once he secures the tent flaps, Astarion crawls onto his bedroll and lets the sadness consume him while being surrounded by your scent. This may be one of the worst days he’s ever had in the last 200 years- at least from what he can remember.

If Astarion wasn’t so afraid for your safety, he would have packed up all of his things and headed back to Cazador with his tail between his legs, but he can’t because all that does is put you in danger.

Astarion slowly peels himself off the bed roll and hugs his knees to his chest. He lets himself stare off into nowhere as he lets himself be consumed with the agony and vexation- it’s not like there is any wildlife to go take out his pain on.

Astarion gets up and rolls his shoulders. As much as he wants you, you are done with him and he needs to respect that. Astarion decides he’ll leave you alone, but remain in the background. He’ll stay until you tell him to leave and never return. It will hurt so terribly to not be near you like he was, but he’ll just have to be grateful for the time he did have- the time he took for granted.

Astarion begins to get ready for the long night ahead of him when an open letter on one of his books catches his attention.

It’s addressed to you, torn open and stained with tears. Astarion opens the envelope. He reads the note so many times he feels like he may go on a homicidal rampage. Not only was your mother dead, likely at the hands of your step-father, you are officially considered engaged to be married to Cazador fucking Szarr.

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Astarion had waited until morning to try to talk to you again-giving up on leaving you alone. He knows that you have a very long cool down period when your feelings are hurt (he has made this mistake less severely in the recent past). If there is any hope of you hearing Astarion out- it would be today.

Except you had already left with Karlach, Gale, and Lae’zel by the time he has finally built up the courage to leave his tent.

Astarion spent the day with Shadowheart and actually attempted to help with camp chores. Astarion bounced ideas off of her, but he didn’t tell her about the note. It felt like that was information for you to share if you wanted and you probably hadn’t intended on him learning about this information in the first place.

Shadowheart looks at him after awhile, a troubled look on her face. Shadowheart turns towards Wyll.

“Hey Wyll, they should have been back by now right?”

Wyll walks over to Shadowheart and Astarion with the same troubled expression.

“Yes, it was just a quick supply run to Last Light Inn before we take a day to recooperate,” Wyll says slowly, “I’m wondering what has held them up this long…”

Their pondering and questions were quickly interrupted by the sound of foot steps racing towards them.

“SHADOWHEART! HALSIN!”

You and Karlach were screaming their names in unison. Karlach is supporting Lae’zel and Gale is slack against you as you fight to keep him upright. The usually wonderful smell of your blood is now making him ill as you come closer to camp.

Across your sides were long, bloody scratch marks- in fact, there are claw marks all along your arms and your armor. One side of your face has a superficial scratch. Karlach appears to be in better shape, but just as scratched up nonetheless.

“We- we were ambushed by an Absolute Cultist,” Karlach exclaims breathily, “a Fist named Marcus. He was trying to bring Isobel back to Ketheric.”

Astarion watches as you help lay Gale down near Halsin and Shadowheart so they can begin to get to work, Lae’zel being laid down next to him. Shadowheart catches your wrist with her hand and gives you a Superior Healing Potion- the soft smile you offer her makes Astarion think he may have a chance.

Astarion walks back towards his tent and toys with the letter on the counter. Does he bring it up? Does he just bring it back to you and not acknowledge it? What would you even want him to do?

The noise outside had diminished as Lae’zel and Gale were recovered enough to be moved and healed in their individual tents- Shadowheart healing Gale and Halsin healing Lae’zel. It must be an early night for everyone. Astarion takes a deep breath and opens his tent flap, ready to confront you- but it looks like he didn’t have to travel very far to confront you.

There you are, cleaned up now, standing in front of Astarion’s tent looking nervous and heartbroken. In his shock, Astarion offers you his hand and gently pulls you inside, closing the flaps behind you.

“What did I do?” you blurt out, tears streaming down your face as fast as words are coming out of your mouth, “I can be useful again. I can do whatever you need me to- be whoever you need me to be.”

You take a jagged, heart wrenching inhale and he can hear you fighting the lump in your throat.

“I can’t do this alone- I just can’t,” you sob and look down at your feet, “I know what I said. I know I’m a fool for crawling back here begging you to keep pretending, but please. I can be what you need me to be, I promise. I’ll be- perfect for you. Please.”

Astarion bridges the gap between the two of you and puts your face between his hands, guiding your melancholy eyes to his.

“Darling, you have always been perfect. I have never needed you to be anything more or less than what you are. You are a Godsend.”

“Then why?” you whisper, “Why would you practice breaking up with me? What did I do?”

Astarion sits there and looks at you with bewilderment- practicing breaking up with you? He was practicing trying to ask to be with you!

He chuckles despite the tears that are slowly spilling from his eyes, “You insult me, my Love. I have no issues with breaking up with people- I think. Never really had the chance and I had no desire to end our relationship yesterday.”

You look at him with regret and guilt in your eyes. You go to move away from him- evidently worried about him rejecting you and hurting you. He moves with you, not letting you go anywhere and he kisses your forehead, one of his hands moving to the small of your back while the other remains on your cheek.

“What I was trying to tell you, my Dear,” Astarion softly whispers, “is that, regardless of my original intentions, my plan failed terribly.”

“How so?” you whisper in return.

“It was all so simple- seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy- instinctive. 200 years of instinct had kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it and all I had to do was not fall for you.”

Astarion traces your bottom lip with his thumb, pulling you into him by pressing into the small of your back. You gasp gently at the contact.

“And that is where my nice simple plan fell apart,” he says woefully, “you’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

Your eyes search his face for any signs of ingenuity or deception.

“I do too, more than anything,” you say breathlessly, “but what about everything I said yesterday? Everything I said was terrible.”

“It was,” he ponders, then he says teasingly “if my feelings weren’t so hurt and if I wasn’t the one on the receiving end- I dare say I would have been proud of you.”

“Well I learned my dramatics from the best after all.”

“I didn’t know Wyll was such a great teacher- I’ll have to ask him for tips some time,” he quips.

Your laugh lifts the painful fog that has been smothering him in his tent for the last day. Astarion pulls you down with him into his bedroll, you curl up around him and he spreads the blanket out. You lay your head on his chest and he pulls you into him tightly- inhaling your scent and savoring the thrumming of your pulse underneath his finger nails.

“Those nights when we were together,” you ask, peering up at him with worry, “did they not mean anything to you then?”

Astarion freezes before he releases a deep sigh. This may be the part where you change your mind and he is mentally preparing for it- taking account of the way you feel against him just in case this is truly the last time.

“I don’t know what real looks like,” he confesses, “being close to anyone-any kind of intimacy- was something I performed to lure people back for him.”

He feels you flinch at the mention of Cazador.

“Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing. I don’t know how to be with someone- no matter how much I’d like to.”

“I care about you deeply- we can be together without having sex for however long you need,” you pause, “you are so much more to me than sex and I adore you for so much more than just your body.”

“Really?” the shock in his voice is blatant.

“Really,” you say with a smile before laying your head back on his chest.

“I don’t know what we’re doing,” he says giddily, running his hands through your hair, “ but I know that this, this is nice.”

You hum in agreement and he draws circles on your back. Astarion basks in your presence and sits in the relief that you are back in his arms again.

“Astarion,” you break the silence, “I have to tell you something- I got a letter. It’s not… good.”

“I know, Darling,” Astarion says tightly, “you left it in here. Unfortunately I let my noisiness get the best of me.”

You both sit in the heavy silence that fills the air.

“I’m to be married off to him, Astarion,” you choke out.

“I won’t let him have you, “Astarion snarls, his voice coming out much harsher than he intended.

“But what if there isn’t a choice? What if it would protect yo-”

“No.”

He is looming over you, you are now flat on your back staring up at him. Astarion feels like a coil ready to spring. If it’s ever between him and you regarding who goes to Cazador- he’d serve a thousand life sentences before he’d ever let that vile man so much as look in your direction.

“Astarion-”

“No,” he says between clenched teeth, “you will not sacrifice yourself for me. I don’t care if you marrying Cazador and being his consort would make me mortal again. You will not be his- he cannot have you.”

You look up at him with bleary, adoring eyes, “okay.”

Astarion kisses your trembling lips and he tastes the tears staining them. Astarion pulls away and strokes your cheek softly. He lays back down and you turn towards him, tangling your hands into his hair, gently detangling it. Astarion rests his hands on your hips, using his fingers to delicately adjust you until your legs are entangled in his.

“My mom is dead, Star,” you say remorsefully “she’s gone. She was all alone and probably so afraid. I never even said goodbye before I left her to her fate- I was a coward.”

The hurt in your voice is raw and bleeding- it breaks Astarion’s heart all over again.

“I am so incredibly sorry for your mother and your loss, Little Love, “Astarion says softly, “but you are not a coward. You did what you needed to do. You were always planning on coming back.”

“I was,” you whisper, “I was going to get her first and then you.”

“Foolishly enough,” Astarion chuckles, “I never lost faith in you. I felt like if anyone could do it, it would be you- the glimpse of sunlight amongst the secondhand embarrassment that is Daisy Von.”

You giggle and press your face into his chest- the vibrations fills his chest with warmth. Astarion is so incredibly happy you are back where you belong- here with him.

“I am hardly comparable to the sun,” you say, “I think I’m a candle. Ordinary, accessible, there when you need it.”

Astarion turns over your words in his head- he agrees with the statement but disagrees with the reasoning entirely.

“You are a candle,” he says slowly, “but a candle has always been a luxury to me. It allowed me to sew or read- to have a tiny piece of my humanity back. It was nice to have a break from the dark, huddled around the small flame.”

He pauses, “ I suppose that is why I am so drawn to you. You make me feel like a person again and you are a luxury I never thought I’d be lucky enough to afford outside of those monthly visits.”

“Well, then I promise I will remain here,” you say with adoration, “your humble candle- for as long as you need me.”

“Be careful what you promise, Little Love,” Astarion teases, “if you aren’t careful, you may be stuck with me for eternity.”

“Gods, I hope so!” you say with flourish, “everyone else is terribly boring and does not appreciate my predisposition for shenanigans.”

“How ungrateful!”

“Entirely ungrateful!” you agree.

Astarion pulls you in for another kiss, a grin forming as you gasp at the suddenness of his actions. Astarion kisses the tip of your nose, both of your cheeks, and your forehead. You settle into him and he strokes your hair- your breathing evens out and you are slack against him.

Astarion takes in your sleeping figure and feels another surge of protectiveness enveloping his body. He doesn’t know how accessible his thoughts are to Cazador, but he hopes Cazador hears this one.

You cannot have her- she is mine.

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Author note- should I do a part three and four with the Cazador confrontation? I’m torn- let me know your thoughts pleaseeeeee

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eldritch-spouse · 4 months

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The slit monster with a thousand tentacles is fun bc I imagine the lust royal couple trying to calculate how much dick they're gonna have and just:

As they realize they were wrong.

[Penis miscalculation, penis desolation. 😔]

You know, regarding said infini-tenta-cock monster, I may have something in mind. For the future.

One thing's for sure, if Vesper ever got a hold of this most curious entity, he would treat them like a prized pet who no one should dare lay a scratch on.

Oh, it would just be terrible for you and him if something happened to one of those many, many, writhing, wet, wondrous appendages.

#Vesper oc #pinnie's art #mellsfern #I have some ideas about him already

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madamvanrouge · 7 months

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Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

✿Briar's Secret [PART 1] ✿

Notes: Angst, slight fluff? Fae-human war era, Meleanor's little sister!reader, Chief strategist!reader.

Includes my twst OC Midnight. [Might post him soon]

Shallow sunlight streamed in through the enamoring quartz balcony of the throne room, which, draped in curtains of velvet and obsidian, failed not to pay worthwhile tribute to the dweller of the grey, marbled throne. The crown princess of the fae, her hair as raven as the night sky and eyes emerald as the sea- Meleanor was her name, tapped a clawed finger on the throne impatiently as the General of Briar Valley entered the hall.

Her younger sister [Y/N], who had eyes in a glistening shade of [e/c] and only a single horn wrested on her head, immediately wasted no time in absorbing the General's features and etching them into the depths of her essence. General Lilia Vanrouge. Her lifelong love. He took off his mask, which had met with many a worn out tear during the intensity of his numerous battles on the front lines, to reveal a set of precious ruby red eyes set under long eyelashes that fluttered open as if to endeavour the commemorative moment that marked the reveal of his beautiful irises. His dark lips were pressed in a thin line, his black hair messy from being on the front lines, yet to her, it was perfect from all angles, with those conspicuous red streaks that only accentuated his beauty further. Behind him, trailed his trusted aide, Baul Zigvolt.

"YOU'RE LATE, LILIA!" Meleanor roared, the echoing thud of her staff sounding in the room as she slammed it against the ground.

"My apologies, Princess." Lilia bowed courteously, remembering to be formal to the future queen of his nation. [Y/N] found it quite adorable, in all honesty. "There has been quite the miscalculation in our strategy." He glared at [Y/N], who only shrugged in response. Not even she had the ability to bring about prediction on every outcome. "The enemy has surrounded Ibara Castle. We must leave immediately."

"Leave? Due to those petty humans that squander on our land?" Meleanor scoffed as she crossed one leg over the other. "Never. I thought they were but mere pigs yapping outside. I shall not leave this castle."

"Quit being stubborn!" Lilia yelled, in his familiar tone. [Y/N] chuckled, remembering those days when she had endeavoured to put Lilia in dresses and play house with him as kids. He'd always raise his voice at her and she'd end up crying. Those were the days. Innocent ones, of fun and play. "We have to leave! We aren't kids anymore! When have I ever been wrong?!" Lilia yelled, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"Take my sister and my child. And leave." Meleanor commanded. [Y/N]'s eyes widened before a small smirk broke out on her lips. They were really alike, the two sisters. Always so self-sacrificing. Not that she would allow a sacrifice from Meleanor's end.

"The hell?! No way! All of you are coming with me! Thats you included, Meleanor!" Lilia protested, but Meleanor threw her egg at him. He managed to catch it in just the barest of timescales, a scowl etched on his face as he turned his nose up at her.

"What the hell are you thinking?! What if the egg broke?!" Lilia clutched the egg tightly, embracing the pitch black covering holding the future prince tightly to his torso.

"I entrust it to you, Lilia." Meleanor smirked. [Y/N] crossed her arms over her chest. In her mind, there was only one plan as the chief strategist of the royal court. One that certainly did not involve the sacrifice of the future queen of Briar Valley. Rather one that included the sacrifice of a singular, expendable pawn titled the 'second princess of Briar Valley'.

"Hell no, you don't. Besides, the egg won't hatch without its parents' love! I can't love anyone!" Lilia barked. How untrue his words were, how vile a thought that Lilia was not capable of loving. A mild ache spread in [Y/N]'s heart.

"You love me, though, don't you? Or was that all a lie when you proposed to me? Besides, you love Raven too. You guys spent more time together than married couples." Meleanor chuckled. [Y/N] forced a smile on her face. She knew Lilia loved her elder sister. She'd never be a choice. All she cared for most was the smile that decorated Lilia's face. So for him, she would . . .

"THAT WAS WHEN I WAS A KID, 200 YEARS AGO! It doesn't mean anything now!" Lilia shot back. Ah, but how difficult it was for [Y/N] to believe the raven haired General's words when he so clearly preferred the company of her elder sister. [Y/N] felt the leader of the Midnight Solstice, her personal assassin Midnight, tug at her sleeve. His pleading azure eyes bore into hers. He defied none of her orders, yet at this moment, he showed a single sliver of wavering hesitance. She gave a light pat to his short jet black hair before walking towards the General.

"I am telling you, take [Y/N] and my egg and leave-" Meleanor was interrupted when [Y/N] cleared her throat. Meleanor's brow rose in slight curiosity as she gazed at her little sister.

"You have it backwards. Big sis Meleanor, you are going with them. And I am staying here with Midnight to defend the castle." She announced with a slight wave of her hands to gesture her intentions.

"DON'T BE CRAZY! YOU'RE NOT EVEN STRONG, YOU'RE JUST THE GODDAMN STRATEGIST! You're a weakass princess who's never been on the front lines! You're not even half as strong as Meleanor is! No, not even a damn tenth of it!" Lilia scowled harshly at her, his crimson eyes glinting with a raging fury that rivaled the embers of fire. How his words dug daggers into her heart. His comparison of her wretched nature to that of the benevolent and strong image of her elder sister pained her to the core.

"Lilia is right. You can't stay here, [Y/N]. It would be much too dangerous." Meleanor frowned, with a look that only displayed concern for her younger sibling.

"I am the chief strategist. I have a plan." [Y/N] murmured as she tapped her foot in slight frustration on the ground.

"Oh yeah?! Most of those damn plans involve a low survival rate for you! Even your new strategy led to the enemies surrounding us! Explain that!" Lilia growled, his fists clenching as he tried hard to suppress his anger. [Y/N]'s heart further shattered, she knew deep down that every soldier's death on the front lines was only the result of her damned strategies. Lilia didn't need to say that out loud for the Sevens' sake.

"I plan to use my unique magic." She finally revealed. A look of shock crossed the looks of every person present in the room, save for Midnight.

"You don't have one!" Lilia scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at her icily.

"I do. But it can only be used once. I was saving it for a moment such as the one currently upon us." [Y/N] answered sternly, glaring back at the furious General. "It has power enough to take out every single troop out there."

"Then I shall permit you to use it. However, we shall remain in the castle." Meleanor offered gently with a smile painted upon her dark lips.

"No can do. It is too powerful a magic. You must escape or you will face the brunt of it as well. Only someone so capable of defense magic as Midnight could survive it. Hence why I plan on taking him with me." [Y/N] replied, a serious expression on her otherwise laid back face. The one horned princess was serious, which was not something out of the ordinary, yet at the same time, it was excruciatingly new.

"Then I shall permit it. I trust you to not lie to me. I shall escape with Lilia and the others." Meleanor nodded. Something was off, it was not that difficult to sense, yet the frustrating reality of the situation veiled Meleanor's eyes with a blindfold of hope.

"You're not telling us something." Lilia snarled. As always, the General was quick to pick up on things out of the mundane, his fists still clenched in an effort to rein in his anger.

"I will return alive. This, I promise. Please, Lilia. I beg you, trust me." [Y/N] implored as she looked at him pleadingly. Despise was all she felt on lying to her beloved General, yet it was all she could do to convince his stubborn intellect to run away to a place of safety where harm had little to no reach.

Lilia gazed at her, his crimson eyes scanning her expression for anything he could use against her. He took a moment to think before he finally relented. "And your chance of survival?"

"Guaranteed." Lie after lie exited [Y/N]'s mouth. "I'll regroup with you guys after I'm done with those nuisances outside. I promise. We will meet again." .

Lilia groaned before tousling his hair with his hand. "Fine. I'll leave it to you, Chief Strategist. Even Meleanor believes you, so I have no reason to doubt you." She knew why Lilia trusted her this much. She'd never once lied to him.

Her thoughts only raced thus:

Sorry, Lilia.

Please run away.

Please don't look back.

Please don't feel sad.

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NOTE: DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK.

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #diasomnia #diasomnia x reader

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okay i see you’re obviously a fan of hmc, as you should, but i have a question cause i read the book but people on tiktok pissed me off (as booktok usually does i’m about ready to get rid of it) and a lot of people were saying it’s weird that people love the relationship even though sophie “didn’t really love him” because she was charmed. but i was like no y’all i thought she really loved him?? like she stays with him to have a kid right so???

ok. here is a real way to comment on this yippee! this is actually aweslome because i get to do my little sophie rant.

first of all and most importantly - sophie was never charmed by howl. quite the opposite, really, which i would argue is how she fell for him in the first place.

“Oh, confound that gray-and-scarlet suit!” Sophie said. “I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!” The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same. She stumped a few steps further. “Anyway,’ she said with great relief, “Howl doesn’t like me!”

this is by far one of my favorite sophie moments in the whole book: and i understand the confusion here for more than one reason (will explain more later!) but clearly she’s using the gray and scarlet suit as a euphemism because she’s in denial. after everything she’s seen of him, sophie refuses to believe that she could fall in love with someone who is so intrinsically flawed—however, as we find at the end of the book—they’re the same in that respect.

howl is by no means a bad person or an evil person in the slightest, and despite herself sophie falls in love with him because of his kindness (like most people do, anyway) here’s some times that they bond …

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! “Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,” she said. “Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s all right-but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him-only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.”

“Behold the new Royal Wizard,” he said. “My name is very black.” Then he began to laugh, much to the surprise of Sophie and Michael. “And what did she do to the Count of Catterack?” he laughed. “I should never have let her near the King!” “I did blacken your name!” Sophie protested. “I know. It was my miscalculation,” Howl said.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. “That’s why I love spiders. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again.’ I keep trying,” he said with great sadness. “But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now.” The water running out of Howl’s eyes was definitely tears now. Sophie was concerned. “Now, you mustn’t cry-”

“If you come out here alone, bring your stick to test the ground with,” Howl said. “It’s full of springs and bog. And don’t go any further that way.”

As she had feared, the hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several places. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow. Oh, dear! Sophie thought. He must love Miss Angorian very much. “I came for Miss Angorian,” she explained. “And I thought if I arranged for your family to visit you, it would keep you quiet for once!” Howl said disgustedly. “But no-”

Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. “I can’t stay,” he said. “I’ve got to rescue that fool Sophie.” “I’m here!” Sophie said, shaking his shoulder. “But so is Miss Angorian! Get up and do something about her! Quickly!”

Howl looked a little sad, but he said, “We were both hoping you would. Neither of us wanted to end up like the Witch and Miss Angorian. Would you call your hair ginger?” “Red gold,” Sophie said. Not much had changed about Howl that she could see, now he had his heart back, except maybe that his eyes seemed a deeper color-more like eyes and less like glass marbles. “Unlike some people’s,” she said, “it’s natural.” “I’ve never seen why people put such a value on things being natural,” Howl said, and Sophie knew then that he was scarcely changed at all.

and finally…

“Sophie,” said Martha, “the spell’s off you! Did you hear?” But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hands and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. “Don’t bother me now,” said Howl. “I only did it for the money.” “Liar!” said Sophie.

howl and sophie are meant for each other! they compliment each other immensely, and it’s difficult to describe how well they do so concisely. what i can pin it down to is this: nothing is secret between them. they operate like best friends as well as they do as lovers; they never let anything slide between them! sophie refuses to take howl’s shit when he crosses a line, (and howl vice cersa, especially when sophie is putting herself down) but they also know each other well enough to truly know their intentions when they say anything. a great example of this in hmc is this whole conversation:

“Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?” “Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” Oh, dear! Sophie thought, looking round at the swirling grit. He’s being honest! And this is a wind. The last bit of the curse has come true! The hot grit hit her thunderously and Howl’s grip hurt. “Keep running!” Howl bawled. “You’ll get hurt at this speed!” Sophie gasped and made her legs work again. She could see the mountains clearly now and a line of green below that was the flowering bushes. Even though yellow sand kept swirling in the way, the mountains seemed to grow and the green line rushed toward them until it was hedge high. “All my flanks were weak!” Howl shouted. “I was relying on Suliman being alive. Then when all that seemed to be left of him was Percival, I was so scared I had to go out and get drunk. And then you go and play into the Witch’s hands!” “I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!” “Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!” Howl was slowing down. Dust kicked up round them in dense clouds. Sophie only knew the bushes were quite near because she could hear the rush and rattle of the gritty wind in the leaves. They plunged in among them with a crash, still going so fast that Howl had to swerve and drag Sophie in along, skimming run across a lake. “And you’re too nice,” he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. “I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.”

sorry for the chunky quote, but this is super super important for our two silly little characters and their dynamic!!

and as for the misconception that sophie was charmed by howl:

mrs. pentsemmon actually hints when she meets sophie that she cursed the grey and scarlet suit herself (out of jealousy, though she’d never say it) and the original passage says that;

The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same.

Sophie knows for a fact that she felt the same about Howl when he was wearing the blue and silver suit that she did when he wore the enchanted one, and she knew from that that she most definitely wasn’t affected by the charm.

also! a little note about misconceptions in general: the first time i read hmc, the ending scene felt out of nowhere. but that’s how subtly dwj worked in the character development throughout this story! at it’s core hmc is a character based story, and howl and sophie are the most important characters (sophie especially!) but in the first read through i think we all focused on the plot a little more since we didn’t know that was what it was. every read through since, i’ve seen how howl and sophie fall in love in real time! and it’s undeniable then. :3

anyways! relationships written by a woman always win fr. thanks for listening to my rant if you made it this far. and my good friend @thatfoolsophie if you have anything to add, please do to this already crazy long post lmao :3

#hmc book #howl’s moving castle #hmc #dwj #sophie hatter #howell jenkins #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #sophie x howl #howl and sophie #long post #book analysis

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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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Dark Horse Painted White

On the scale of miscalculations, this had to be one of the greatest villain had ever seen.

"Be in your civilian garb," supervillain had said, "That way no one will notice you,"

Oh how wrong they'd been. Because not only had they been noticed, they'd been mistaken for a civilian, who'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time and gotten dragged into the situation.

Which is how they ended up here, in witness protection, under *hero*.

Miscalculation? More like the biggest royal screw-up of the century.

And unless they wanted to lose everything they'd worked the past few years for, they had no choice but to play along. They certainly weren't going to be sinking with supervillain's ship.

"This is really unnecessary," the villain tried for the 3rd time, "I'm sure I will be fine-"

"Unfortunately we can't risk it," the officer told them, "this is the first time we've gotten a chance like this,"

"I do not want witness protection," the villain stated, dropping the kindness in their previous tone and trying for assertive, "I'm really not comfortable with a stranger being in my house-"

"I'm afraid this isn't up for debate," the officer replied, "besides, hero is not a stranger, the whole city knows them. With this being such a high-profile case, I am assigning them to you directly," he stated before being swept away conversing with another officer.

Which is how the villain ended up here, the city's hero holding a small suitcase stood at their front door at 9pm at night.

"Sorry I'm late," the hero greeted, slightly out of breath, and way to happy considering everything that just went down, "Paperwork and all that," they laughed, before extending their hand, "nice to meet you!"

The villain didn't budge from their place, hand tightening on the door handle. They glared at the outstretched hand like they were hoping it would spontaneously ignite.

The hero's smile faltered, hand dropping awkwardly, "anyway, um,'

"Go home," the villain said simply, beginning to close the door, "I don't need you here,"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on!" Hero cried, holding the door open with their hand. As they did, a low growling could be heard emanating from down the hall.

Villain glanced over their shoulder, "Easy you two," they commanded, and immediately the growling stopped.

With that, they turned back around to face their unwanted guest; before they could get a word out, the hero started rambling.

"Look I know having me in your house isn't exactly proprietary and I really am sorry to intrude like this but we don't know what supervillain is capable of. I'm sure after the day you've had, having me here is the last thing you want, but the sooner you let me in, the sooner this can be over with and you can go back to your normal civilian life, okay? But you could be in real danger right now,"

Their voice and face were pleading, and although villain had been ready to slam the door in their face, something about their tone made them hesitate.

*They actually sounded worried for them*

Ugh.

The villain stared, considering them, before giving something between a groan and a sigh. They let their hand fall away from the door.

If they forced the hero away, it would only look more suspicious.

They didn't say anything else, simply turning and walking back inside the house, leaving the door open.

"Thank you," the hero said, sounding relieved as they stepped in after them. They closed the door.

The hero stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching the other walk away through the living room and into the kitchen without another word.

It was only then the hero noticed the two giant dogs trailing behind them.

Both looked a lot like german shepherds. The first was a cream white while the other was an onyx black.

Before they could deduce any further, the trio disappeared into the kitchen.

The hero fumbled to quickly take their shoes off and scurry after them.

Villain was at the counter chopping up something on a cutting board when the hero entered.

"Your dogs are beautiful," the hero commented, standing awkwardly in the entrance to the kitchen.

The rhythmic chopping at the counter stopped for a second, before continuing, "thank you,"

The villain put the bits of meat they'd been chopping into two bowls before walking over to place them on the ground.

The dogs waited until the villain gave a gesture with their hand for them both to start eating.

"Wow, they are so well trained!" The hero chimed, "Did you train them yourselves?"

"Yes," the other replied simply. After another beat of silence they turned around to face the hero, "You can sleep on the couch in the living room,"

"Oh! Right! Of course," the hero replied, putting on their best smile, "no guest room huh? That's okay," they joked.

"The guest room is for guests" the villain replied coldly, "which you are not,"

The hero blinked, face faltering, "I- right," they conceded, "no worries, uhm... may I borrow a blanket?"

The villain sighed. They wanted to say no, absolutely not, hero was not borrowing any of their things, yet that... felt unnecessarily cruel. They sure as hell weren't planning on being hospitable, nevermind entertain any of the hero's attempts at companionship, but...

"Fine," the villain stated. They didn't have to be inhumane. Showing too much hostility towards hero would raise questions. There had to be a balance. They'd pick their battles.

Without another word, the villain disappeared down another hallway.

The hero sighed, bringing their suitcase over to the living room. The couch in question was very large, so it thankfully shouldn't be too difficult to sleep on.

The click-clack of claws on the hardwood floor began getting closer, and the villain emerged from around the corner with their two dogs, with a large comforter and extra pillow in their arms.

They tossed the items unceremoniously onto the other end of the couch, dumping them like one would trash into a bin.

"The bathroom is the first door on the left, so there's no reason you should be any further down the hall. You can help yourself to whatever is in the fridge, strictly because I'd rather that than you getting any deliveries here," the villain explained.

"Okay, got it. Thank you, uh... Avery? Was it?"

The villain's eyes turned cold in an instant, any previous hints of hospitality gone, "not for those who want to live to tell the tale it isn't,"

The hero held up their hands in a show of peace, "Okay, okay, what... uhh.."

"Ari," the villain replied. They glanced down as the white dog pushed their head against them. They complied with the dog's request, petting their head and smoothing down over their pointed ears. Their face and voice immediately softened as their gaze fell to the animal beside them, "that's what people call me, Ari,"

The villain couldn't exactly say what people *actually* called them most of the time, but the sound of their real name on the hero's tongue was... nerve-wracking to say the least.

"Okay, that works," the hero assuaged, "Thank you for the blanket,"

The villain simply crossed their arms, taking a moment to scan the hero up and down before abruptly turning away, "I'm going to bed," they declared, "it's been a long day. You can use the tv if you want, ask the dogs for the remote," they explained as they walked away.

"Ask the *dogs*?" The hero questioned in confusion, but the only response they got was the sound of a door closing down the hallway.

Now that they were alone, the hero finally had the chance to take a deep breath and think about everything that had happened today.

And *man*, had it been a day. They'd not only caught *supervillain,* gotten them in *cuffs*, but now also had a real witness.

Not that convincing them to testify against supervillain would be an easy feat, especially this... particular civilian for sure.

Hero had never met such an ungrateful person! Hero had saved their life today, and was now dedicating their time to protecting them, and they couldn't even be bothered to let the hero sleep in the spare bed!? Usually hero would have been indignant at least, but they were so baffled by civilian's behaviour they were left pretty speechless.

In certain circles, it could be argued that in and of itself was an accomplishment.

They flopped back, laying down on the couch to stare at the ceiling with a sigh.

Hero couldn't remember the last time a civilian had been able to speak to them like a normal human being. Usually they swooned, went starry-eyed or at the very least got terribly tongue-tied and flustered. It was nice, of course, to be appreciated, and while the hero had long since gotten used to it, there were days they missed conversing with a stranger like a normal person. They couldn't remember the last time they'd experienced that.

Yet this civilian didn't seem to so much as bat an eye! The things most civilians would say, would *do*, at the news hero would be staying with them! Yet Ari seemed appalled! They looked at hero not only like they were no one special, but like they were somehow even farther *below* that.

Because sure, of course there was the odd civilian they encountered who didn't go crossed-eyed with stars, and that was nice, but they still treated hero like royalty, afraid of getting on their bad side, or hoping to gain something from getting on their good one.

To be able to unflinchingly threaten them over speaking their real name, so casually. Something about it was... strangely intriguing.

Maybe that was twisted, to be enticed by someone who seemed to think so lowly of you, and yet...

Not that hero *enjoyed* being talked down to. They got enough of that from the countless villains across the city already. Civilians' hostility towards them was likely a side effect of the day they'd had. Hero could certainly understand that.

Having them here was likely just dragging out the event that civilian probably wished they could just go home and forget about. Hopefully their attitude would improve come morning.

Part 2

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ivyprism · 8 months

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Sona Nicknames

Character Info

Many of My Sonas: Persona - Ivy Traveler Persona - Henna (also goes by H) Trainersona - Anemone Spidersona - Lycoris Underfell Persona - Marguerite Underfell Silver - Camellia Underswap Persona - Primrose Underswap Silver - Embellia Alluretale Persona - Azalea Fellswap Carnelian - Nerium Fellswap Amaranth - Crocus Swapfell Persona - Willow (W) Swapfell Glaucous - Belladonna (Bell) Dancetale Persona - Marigold Dancefell Persona - Flori Danceswap Persona - Primula (Prim) Figure Skating Persona - Snowdrop The Witch in the Woods - Rosemary Final Boss AU - Helia

Mafiatale Persona - Lotus Mafiafell Persona - Nucifera Mafiaswap Persona - Bellis Mafiadancetale - Lantana Mafiadancefell - Astrantia

Farmtale Persona - Hollis Farmfell Persona - Viola Farmswap Persona - Fawn Farmhorrortale Persona - Alouette Farmhorrorswap Persona - Delia Farmhorrorfell Persona - Anthea

The Seamstress - Marginata The Knight - Salix The Betrayed - Atropa The Guide - Rosea The Dancer - Holligold The Informant - Cosmos The Violinist - Marsilea The Writer - Hebe

Horror AUs: Horrortale Persona - Hollyhock (Holly) Horrorfell Persona - Helix (Hel) Horrorswap Persona - Lisianthus (Lisi or Lis) Horrorswapfell Amethyst Persona - Achillia Horrorfellswap Carnelian Persona - Eustoma

Hero/Villain AU: Hero and Villain! Underfell - Zinnia Villain! Sona - Oleander The “Angelic” Villain! Sona - Angel The "Devilish" Villain! Sona - Datura

Medieval-esque sonas: The Pirate of Vividus Sonas - Begonia and Narcissa The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU Persona - Dione The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU Underswap Persona - Flora The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU Underfell Persona - Petunia The Younger Fallen Royal Twin Persona - Alyssum Cursed Persona - Verbena The Soul Persona - Celadine

Angels Fall Sonas/Skelesonas: Angels Fall AU Angelsona/Persona - Lillium Corrupt Angel Persona - Chamomile Demonsona/Persona - Eucalyptus Rogue Demon Persona - Freesia Goddess of Magic Persona - Fleur Goddess of Dark Magic - Ione Goddess of Potions - Olearia Goddess of Magical Objects - Wisteria

Outcode Sonas: The Book Keeper - Floryn Old AU - Deidamia Old Fell AU - Myrthe Old Swap AU - Iris Old Fellswap AU - Liliane Old Swapfell AU - Sylvie Old Horrortale AU - Sireli The Melody of the Universes - Carnation The Melody of the Universes Underfell - Kalina The Melody of the Universes Underswap - Meadow Tenebrous Persona - Hepatica Luminus Persona - Calanth Dreamtale Sona - Mimosa Dreamswap - Polyantha Dream Walker and Wish Granter Sona - Bluebell Underfell Dream Walker and Wish Granter Sona - Orchid Underswap Dream Walker and Wish Granter Sona - Daffodil The Caged Bird - Laurel The Forgotten Human - Ixia The Mermaid Mercenaries - Lilac

Familiar Persona - Abelia Fell Familiar Persona - Spirea

Zombie Apocalypse Sonas: Undertale - Hesperis Horrortale - Helichrysum Swapfell Amethyst - Hydrastis

Pirate AU: Piratesona - Blossom Pirate Captain - Heliconia (H) Fell Pirate Captain - Gloxinia

The Puppeteer and the Creations: The Puppeteer - Ianira The Ninth Creation - Petal The Tenth Creation - Cliantha The Eleventh Creation - Evanthe

The Heroine and the Villainess Who Ruins Plots for Funsies: The Heroine - Halldora The Villainess - Haizea

The Dating Sim Guides: Tutorial Guide Persona - Forsythia Story Guide Skelesona - Callaia

The Stars Sonas: The North Star - Bellatrix The South Star - Astria The Fallen Stars - Calytrix The Dying Stars - Meissa The Fading Stars - Yvaine

The Adventurers of Millenis - The Cleric Persona - Calendula The Warlock Skelesona - Nolana The Lead Bard Persona - Cadence The Princess Bard Skelesona - Sonata The Villainous Bard Skelesona - Minuet The Wizard Skelesona - Peony The Barbarian Skelesona - Jasmine

The Past Lives of the Adventurers of Millenis - The Gentle Warlock Persona - Linnea The Cold Cleric Skelesona - Cecilia The Sorrowful Bard Skelesona - Rue The Paladin Skelesona - Ianthe The Druid Skelesona - Iolanthe

Ghostsona/Robotsona - Magnolia

Mermaidsonas/Sirensonas/Tieflingsona: Mermaid Sona - Hibiscus The Trapped Mermaid - Althaea Sirensona - Roselle Tieflingsona - Dicentra Farmtale Tieflingsona - Harmony

Selkiesonas: Sekliesona - Lutea Otter Selkiesona - Plumeria

AU Skelesonas: Skelesona - Hydrangea Fellswap Amaranth - Jade Fellswap Carnelian - Juliette Dancetale - Hyacinth Dancefell - Calluna Danceswap - Hattie Underfell - Harper Underfell Silver - Harleen Underswap - Jane Alluretale - Hadria Swapfell Amethyst - Jemma Swapfell Glaucous - Jillian The Final Boss - Aspera

Mafiatale - Honor Mafiafell - Rowana Mafiaswap - Bellum

Horror AUs: Horrortale - Hydra Horrorfell - Alchemilla Horrorfellswap Amaranth - Protea Horrorswapfell Glaucous - Lathyrus

Villain/Hero AU: Heroes and Villains Underfell - Hayley Villain - Hemlock

Medieval-esque Skelesonas: The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU - Esme The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU Underswap - Ambretta The Duet of Medieval and Modern AU Underfell - Celadine The Pirates of Vividus Skelesonas - Holliane and Harmony The Queen of the Deep Seas - Poinsettia Dragon Undertale - Silene Dragon Underfell - Bergenia Dragon Underswap - Angelonia Dragon Horrortale - Ornella Dragon Swapfell Amethyst - Penthia Dragon Fellswap Carnelian - Cleome The Female Lead - Edelweiss

Halloween Skelesonas: Werewolf - Larkspur Vampire - Helvine

Angels Fall Skelesonas: Angels Fall AU - Harley Horror Angels Fall AU - Ixora Swapfell Angel - Jewel Demon - Hanna Fellswap Red Demon - Jayla Goddess of Magic - Helvina Goddess of Dark Magic - Bellona Goddess of the Deep Galaxies - Boronia

Outcode Skelesonas: Old AU (?) - Hailey The Melody of Universes Skelesona - Cantrelle Dream Walker and Wish Granter - Helaina Underswap Dream Walker and Wish Granter - Kyria Underfell Dream Walker and Wish Granter - Hecate Tenebrous - Hesper Luminus - Hazelle The Forgotten Asisstant - Senna The Wandering SOUL - Dianthe The Suffering Oblivion - Myrna

The Stars Skelesonas: The Fallen Stars - Hespera The Dying Stars - Delphinus The Fading Stars - Phoebe

Monstersonas: Monstersona - Sunflower (S) Half-Deer Monstersona - Lavandula Horrortale Monstersona - Daisy Horrorswap Monstersona - Alstromeria Underfell Monstersona - Chrysanthemum (Chrys) Underswap Monstersona - Tulip Angels Fall Monstersona - Nerine

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stromuprisahat · 1 year

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When darkling was giving genya to the queen's household did he truly know what were king's intentions or was that a miscalculation on his part? He knew genya would be in danger but didn't see THAT coming at all.

I'll answer in the simplest way:

The Darkling is no clairvoyant, otherwise he'd be ruling Ravka by now.

I've wrote or reblogged a lot on this particular topic, for more you can just go through my Genya tag, or here are some specific posts: x, x, x, x, x.

Most of it boils down to three points:

Genya should've been safe under the Queen's protection.

Servants are something akin to furniture. Invisible as human beings. Why would the King want to fuck that, when he can have every single one of those perfumed, carefully maintained, soft-handed ladies of the Court? Or an actress! Opera singer! That's where royal mistresses usually come from. But no, this one doesn't want that, he likes defenceless, young, pretty mattresses to stick his cock into.

When it comes to it, not even the Darkling could refuse the King, should he pay him a visit at night. It's not about physical power, but political influence and the King has only Saints to answer to.

#reply #Genya Safin #The Darkling #Queen Tatiana Lantsov #King Alexander III Lantsov #Grishaverse #Shadow and Bone #grishanalyticritical

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♛ @dailytudors Tudor Week 2023

Day 3 : Best Tudor myth: Holbein's flattery and a 'Flanders mare'

" Hans Holbein the Younger altered his portrait of Anna of Cleves to enhance her beauty

Part of the negotiations for the marriage with Anna included a trip by court painter Hans Holbein the Younger to Cleves to depict Anna and her sister Amalia. Holbein was chosen for several reasons. He was one of Henry’s favorite painters and, most importantly, he had a reputation for realism in his portraits. Henry accepted Holbein’s vision of Anna and this is confirmed by the very fact the negotiations for the marriage went forward."

"Cromwell had greatly miscalculated in making an alliance with the Germanic states. Anna’s brother, Wilhelm, had entered a dispute with Charles V over the ownership of the strategically located and economically important Duchy of Guelders. The claims of both men were tenuous and complicated, but by the time of Anna’s marriage to Henry, the argument had reached the point where they were on the brink of war. Because of the Cleve’s alliance, Henry was about to be drawn into a conflict with the Hapsburg Empire."

"It was only after the Cleves alliance became a problem that Henry had to state one of the reasons for annulling the marriage was his dislike of Anna’s appearance.

The reality is, Holbein remained in royal favor after the marriage fell apart and retained his job as a court painter until his death in 1543. Henry did not blame him for the debacle of the Cleves alliance and marriage. The courtiers who had written flattering reports about Anna were held responsible by the King. In fact, Hans painted his charming portrait of the future King Edward VI and presented it to King Henry as New Year’s gift in 1540."

"Henry called Anna, Duchess of Cleves a ‘Flanders mare’

There is no contemporary source in existence for this comment. The first reference comes from the book “An Abridgement of Bishop Burnet’s History of the Reformation of the Church of England, Volume 1” written in 1679 by Gilbert Burnet, Bishop of Salisbury, who is not always a reliable source. He says Henry ‘swore they had brought over a Flanders mare to him’. But there is no earlier written historical evidence this comment was ever made by Henry. Also, Henry knew good and well Anna was not from Flanders."

Heather R. Darsie, Susan Abernethy

Sources: { x } // { x }

#historyedit #anne of cleves #tudorweek2023 #dailytudors #tudorsedit #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #onlyperioddramas #weloveperioddrama #tudorerasource #cortegiania #women in history #henry viii #hans holbein the younger #tudors #history #my edit #*queens #the best thing about this myth is that it's actually a myth

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ladykinrannoch · 7 days

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Okay, so ChatGPT does not want to and may not respond on this command. So it has clearly been given key words like expose, surrogate and cover up as red flags.

I tweeked the command and this is what I got back, with a conspiracy disclaimer at the bottom! LOL

So I hope you all have fun playing with ChatGPT.

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You:

Can you write an article on Meghan Markles first pregnancy with prince Archie, please look at all the anomolies in the media reports and highlight these as well as the strange timing of the pregnancy announcement, royal tour to Zika areas, the extended length of the pregnancy, the past due date issue, the presentation of Archie and then the subsequent first appearance of a real live baby at the visit with Desmond Tutu.

ChatGPT:

Certainly! Here's an article discussing Meghan Markle's first pregnancy with Prince Archie, examining various media reports and anomalies surrounding the pregnancy announcement, royal tour, extended pregnancy, and Archie's presentation:

Unraveling the Mysteries of Meghan Markle's First Pregnancy: A Closer Look at the Anomalies

Meghan Markle's pregnancy with her first child, Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor, was a subject of immense public interest and speculation. From the timing of the pregnancy announcement to the extended length of gestation and the subsequent presentation of Archie, numerous anomalies have left many questioning the narrative surrounding this royal event.

Strange Timing of the Pregnancy Announcement: One of the earliest points of contention was the timing of Meghan Markle's pregnancy announcement. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex revealed the news during their royal tour of Australia, Fiji, Tonga, and New Zealand in October 2018. However, some media outlets pointed out that this announcement conveniently overshadowed other news stories and diverted attention away from controversies surrounding the royal family at the time.

Royal Tour to Zika Areas: Another puzzling aspect was the decision to embark on a royal tour to countries known to have active Zika virus transmission while Meghan was pregnant. Zika virus infection during pregnancy can cause severe birth defects, leading to concerns about the safety of the Duchess and her unborn child. Despite precautions, including wearing long sleeves and using insect repellent, critics questioned the wisdom of undertaking such a risk during pregnancy.

Extended Length of Pregnancy: As Meghan's due date approached, reports began to surface suggesting that the Duchess had surpassed her expected delivery date. This raised eyebrows among royal watchers, who speculated about the reasons behind the prolonged pregnancy. Some theories suggested that Meghan's due date may have been miscalculated, while others speculated about possible complications or interventions that delayed the birth.

Past Due Date Issue: The issue of Meghan being past her due date was further fueled by conflicting statements from royal sources. While some reports indicated that Meghan was indeed overdue, others claimed that she was still within the normal range for delivery. This discrepancy only added to the confusion surrounding the timeline of events leading up to Archie's birth.

Presentation of Archie and Subsequent Appearance: Perhaps the most perplexing moment came when Archie was presented to the public for the first time. In a departure from tradition, Meghan and Prince Harry chose to forgo the customary photo op on the hospital steps and instead introduced Archie to the world in a more private setting. However, speculation arose when the couple later made a public appearance with Archie during their visit to South Africa, where they met with Archbishop Desmond Tutu. This raised questions about the timing of Archie's birth and whether the initial presentation had been staged or delayed for strategic reasons.

In conclusion, Meghan Markle's first pregnancy with Prince Archie was shrouded in mystery and controversy, with numerous anomalies leaving many to question the official narrative. From the timing of the pregnancy announcement to the extended length of gestation and the presentation of Archie, each aspect of this royal event invites scrutiny and speculation. As the Duke and Duchess of Sussex continue to navigate the spotlight of royal life, the mysteries surrounding Archie's birth serve as a reminder of the complexities and intrigue that accompany the monarchy.

This article aims to present the various anomalies and controversies surrounding Meghan Markle's first pregnancy objectively, without endorsing any particular conspiracy theories or speculation.

#british royal family #harry and meghan #surrogacy #Even ChatGPT thinks it was all suspicious

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 9 months

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.....Royalty isn’t celebrity and it’s not really a brand..... being royal only really matters in the royal sphere it has no actual place in the real world and that's the harsh reality she's learning. Of cause people like when a new princess is crowned or a royal baby is born but actual day to day old people's home and plaque unveiling? No one gives a crap and they especially don't give a crap in a country where they don't even recognise noble titles. She was a novelty when she went to HW but the novelty has worn off and she has nothing to show for it, she didn't capitalise on "Megxit" at all and the only thing they've done is complain about their family like everyone doesnt have similar issues.

That was a big miscalculation on their part. They thought they would be “America royals” for hire visiting schools in Harlem and getting paid big bucks for inspirational speeches, but that’s not a job that exists in the US. It doesn’t translate.

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Author's Note- The First Chapter is here guys! Hope you are liking this. The next few chapters will be posted a but late due to my exams. But until the next one.

Thank You and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

Under The Candle Light (Chapter 1)

Summary- Sometimes, unexpected people meet at an unexpected time and a conversation flourish.

Tag List- @eliseline, @little-moonbeam-666, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @shopping, @lizlovecraft, @dayane, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26-blog, @all-things-fandomstuck, @hc-geralt-23, @chevelledahuman, @morganastrucker, @shrexy, @helloitsshitzulover, @daringboba, @minaxcarter, @b-tchymoon, @stargaryenx, @hukio, @targaryenmoony, @moon-light1415, @eudximoniakr, @themaze13, @candypurplebutterfly, @5moremin, @yariany02, @issybee0611, @beefbaby25, @shine101, @hopebaker, @andlizeth, @hyacinthus007, @lightdragonrayne, @prettykinkysoul, @mcam623, @marvelescvpe, @severewobblerlightdragon, @deltamoon14

If anybody want their names to be added or removed from the tag list, then leave a comment.

Warnings- S*xual Harassment, Dark!Aemond, Arrange Marriage, Westrosi Things.

Prologue Chapter 2

The hall was alive with conversations and music. The decorations presented in the various shades of green and black with hints of golden. Gardenias were a major part to decorate the House tables and the table of Honor.

The lords of great houses sat, conversing with each other and sizing the other. All wished to marry the princess for all the benefits it would bring upon that state. The princess was favorite to the Queen and the Hand, which would mean, unlimited favors for the husband to the princess.

Cregan sat on the head of the table, sitting beside his sister and watching the celebration closely. The wine in his cup was left untouched except for the single sip, after which the Northern Lord deemed it not strong enough to drink.

A moment after, the soft sound of music stopped, following the conversations. Cregan looked up from the conversation with his sister to find all looking at the royal family. They truly looked royal in their fine silks and expensive jewelry but it was their expressions which intrigued Cregan most.

King Viserys and Queen Alicent looked regal standing together but Cregan could see no love or affection between the pair. Only a duty to the Crown and each other binded them in the fragile relationship of husband and wife.

The princess followed her parents, her hand around her eldest brother's elbow. Aerea held a smile but yet a thin layer of caution followed her. On the other hand, Aegon looked already drunk, with his clumsy and miscalculated steps.

The emerald gown fitted the princess perfectly. The bodice decorated with floral design in the rich colour of gold. The sleeves long and loose at the end. The dress showed a great amount of collarbone and neck, only to entice great lords.

The gold choker with emerald fitted into them wrapped around her sensitive neck, with matching earrings hanging down her ears. Her silver hair pinned into a bun with a few strands framing her beautiful face.

Her makeup kept to minimum, except for the bold red lipstick painting her plump lip. Her blue eyes gleaming in the candle light.

The feast started with a small speech by the Hand, in the honor of Princess Aerea. The Lords and their sons kept the princess busy with silly stories of their 'achievements', though Aerea could notice their fragile egos speaking, not them.

Aerea observed how none of the Northmen approached her. A rare occurrence but she appreciated it much. Only the sister to the lord had once came to her to wish her well on name day, except for that, the North stayed in the corner only observing, never participating.

"Excuse me, please, my lord," Aerea said, stepping away from the lord she couldn't remember the name of. Making her way out of the crowded hall, Aerea stepped into the balcony which overviewed the Narrow Sea.

The balcony was also decorated by Gardenias and lights, giving it the most romantic essence. The stars shone in the night sky, dancing around the full moon. No sight of clouds, no sight of any obstacles between the sky and the city.

Aerea took in a deep breath, relieving herself a bit after the numerous conversations she had to endure and encourage due to her status as a princess of the Kingdom.

A slight envy coursed through her veins as she thought of her half-sister. She was always their father's favorite child, while they were always neglected by him. She could do whatsoever She wished of, while they had to do what was expected of them.

"I knew I would find you here."

A chill ran down Aerea's spine as she turned around in surprise. All the thoughts of her half-sister were thrown out of the window as she looked at her younger brother, who stood in the moonlight with a menacing smile.

"Ae-Aemond," she shuddered, her eyes wide as she shuddered. Aemond only smirked, his good eye watching the lady with a smile which made the princess' skin crawl . "Happy name day, sister," he whispered, taking a step towards her, making her step back. "Leave me alone," Aerea hissed, her voice weak with fear.

The second son of the King only smiled mockingly, closing the distance between them quickly and gripped her soft wrist into his calloused hands, closing the distance between their bodies.

"Aemond, please," she pleaded, eyes filling up with tears. "A gift for my lovely sister," Aemond whispered, too close to her lips. Before the lady could react or even process the words uttered, Aemond leaned in, kissing the princess against her consent.

Aerea whimpered, trying to push Aemond away but he won't budge; too strong for her to fight. His hands slipped down to her waist, keeping her resisting form close to his, as he devoured her lips as a madman.

Aerea could feel disgust seeping through her bones, making her skin crawl. Tears slipping down her cheeks, staining her cheek. Her attempts to push him away came to success when she kneed him in his precious parts, making him groan in pain.

Aerea ran, faster than she ever had. Her hands gripping on to the emerald skirt of her gown which was crinkled after her withering against her brother's body. She felt betrayed by her family, by the trust she invested in people.

She never had imagined that her first step of intimacy would be forcefully taken from her by her own brother, who was once too dear to her. She could only go to one place after this.

The Godswood.

Cregan cherished the silence of the Godswood, the familiarity and the feeling of home tugged at his heart as he watched the beautiful weirdwood tree. His eyes closed in silent prayer as he bowed his head in respect.

As much as the wolf lord wished to let his mind relax in this secure place, he couldn't do it in this unfamiliar place. His ears picked up on the faint voice of footsteps approaching the Godswood.

With a frown, Cregan stood up, wondering who would come visit this sacred place when a feast such fancy is going on in the place. The wolf lord moved to hide his large form behind a tree, peaking from it like an expert.

His childhood experience of hiding and sneaking on people seem to pay off right at that moment.

The sound of the footsteps stopped, while the sound of sobbing and heavy breathing increased. A figure crouched in front of the holy weirdwood tree.

"Gods above, old and new, those of Old Valyria." Cregan recognized the voice even though he only heard it from far while passing a conversation between the princess and some lord. His eyes fixed on the silver-haired lady as she looked up with swollen and red eyes towards the sky.

"Please release me from this cage. Give me power to fight all the evils and leave this place for peace. Hear my prayers and bless me," Aerea whimpered, her violet eyes pleading the gods to listen to her.

"Please."

The sobs wrecked her body again, making her place her head softly against the ground as she cried. Cried upon her fate; her destiny.

The sound of a twig snapping made Aerea look up in surprise at the intrusion of her peace. Fearing her brother, she crawled back, her eyes tearing up again.

The figure of a rough looking man emerged from behind the tree. His face solemn but his eyes, grey and stromy with hints of concern and sympathy. His long, brown, curls of hair properly styled to stay away from his bearded-face.

"I apologize, your grace," he spoke in an accent she wasn't familiar with. "No... no issues, my lord," Aerea said, quickly standing up and rubbing off the dirt from her fancy green dress.

An awkward silence fell upon the duo as they looked around, trying not to maintain an eye contact. Aerea felt embarrassed of herself being found in such a weakened condition.

"My lord," Aerea started, her eyes pleading at the man who only looked at her blankly. "Please, I request you to not tell about this to a soul. I really request to. Please."

Cregan looked at Aerea with concealed wonder beneath a look of stone. His eyes ran over her face before nodding. "Of course, your grace. You need not to fear about anything," Cregan said, making the princess smile.

"I apologize for asking but who you might be?" Aerea asked shyly, nervously biting her lower lip. "Cregan Stark, my princess," The wolf lord bowed, while on the other day, the princess stood in her place with her jaw hanging low.

"My lord," Aerea dipped into a curtsey, her eyes studying the Lord of Winterfell carefully. "My sincerest apologies to disturb you. You must be trying to find some... peace," she said, making Cregan shake his head in denial.

"It is no problem, your grace." Aerea was grateful for the Lord not mentioning her crying or the prayer to the Gods. "Do you believe in gods, my princess?" Cregan asked after a while of silence, making Aerea beam.

"You can drop the formalities, my lord. Calling me by my name shall suffice me," Aerea said gently, feeling a warm sensation in her stomach as she looked at the rough man from the North. The Leader of the North.

"As for your question, I do believe in God, but which one is an intricate one," Aerea continued, sitting down on the grass near the weirdwood tree. "Why so?" Cregan asked, walking around while keeping a close eye on the dragon princess.

"My mother, the Queen, follows the Seven religiously. So does my siblings, except for Princess Rhaenyra. I have read about the Old Gods and the Gods of Old Valyria and while both intrigue me a lot, it is hard to practice any of them just by looking at few pages. No book can capture the depthness of any emotions attached to a religion. Thus, I find it hard trying to practice any of the two of them. As for the Seven, I don't feel myself devoting inclined towards them."

It was dawning upon Cregan that this princess was not only beautiful, but her intellect was way sharper than most of the highborn ladies he have meet. He looked at the princess in a completely new light, where she was just not a beautiful princess but also an intellectual woman.

The wolf lord nodded, carefully watching as the princess stood up, moving to stand in front of him. The height difference between them was enough to make him look down as she approached.

"It was great to meet you, Lord Stark. Hope you enjoy your stay here," she said politely, her face turning to a slightest shade of red. "I would pray to Gods that you find your betrothed soon, Princess Aerea."

Parting their ways, while the Lord of the North stayed in the Godswood, the Dragon Princess returned to the feast. But both could not completely abandon their shared conversation, going over the words spoken and those left unspoken in their head.

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