♛ the fall of kings and the rise of queens ♛
We have known pain, we have suffered greatly but we have survived. We have buried our mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, wept our tears and honoured them. Now we begin a new age - one of peace and joy. Let not kin fight kin, their blood not to water the earth that was marched across to the beat of war. Our great kingdom will now be ruled by three so that no man may claim his voice unheard. We vow to protect all, pledging ourselves to our people.
So let the North rejoice with their queen, Sansa the Brave, and the halls of Winterfell to be filled with cheer. From the Vale of Arryn, the Crownlands and the Stormlands, seated in King’s Landing, Shireen the Just, joint protector of the Wall. And presiding over the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Reach and Dorne, Myrcella the Wise, who has taken up her colours of red and gold.
All hail Queen Sansa!
All hail Queen Shireen!
All hail Queen Myrcella!
asoiaf challenge | favourite bastard(s)
At the end of the alley stood a girl with a mass of golden curls, dressed as pretty as a doll in blue satin. Beside her was a plump little blond boy with a prancing stag sewn in pearls across the front of his doublet and a miniature sword at his belt. Princess Myrcella and Prince Tommen, Arya thought.
a lion still has claws
She had been winning more oft than not of late. Trystane did n o t seem to mind. The two children could not have looked more different, him with his olive skin and straight black hair, her pale as milk with a mop of golden curls; light and dark, like Queen Cersei and King Robert.
through the wars, poverty and desperation, the smallfolk had forgotten myrcella baratheon - yet if she entered king’s landing, it would be as if they had never known her at all. the princess had lost an ear and gained a scar, yet she was beautiful nonetheless; an odd mix of lannister, they could call her. they’d whisper, look at her, look at that beauty, she’s as beautiful as cersei lannister once was. nobody would remember the golden girl shipped to dorne like a bargaining chip, betrothed to the dark haired youngster of doran martell’s line. now she was a woman grown… a woman grown, and ready for the game of thrones.
asoiaf au; myrcella comes home.
When there are no more men to conquor, the queens shall turn and face each other.
“Myrcella never shed a tear, though it was she who was leaving hearth and home to seal an alliance with her maidenhood.”
I was thinking about how both Myrcella and Tyrion now know how to play cyvasse and pictured them playing it together in the future. And then somehow it morphed into LotR Risk.
PS. Yeah I forgot what side Myrcella’s scar is on so I left it out. SORRY.