Post by ALYSANNE TARGARYEN on Jun 26, 2015 17:30:16 GMT
i beg for you to tell me
“please don't cry”
@house baratheon
If there was ever a point in time where Alynne wanted to embrace her mother, it was now. The woman often showed subtle favoritism toward her. Or perhaps that was not the right word. But she was softer toward her. She had told Alynne stories of how she hated Father at first, resenting him every day for a long while. Alynne could very well be in that situation soon if her father and brother did not listen to her.
Euron took her hand and kissed it, expressing the likely disappointment their cousin would have. But she had met the firstborn Tyrell, and he...was different. Not in a sense that scared her per se, but in one that threw her off guard. She did not know what to make of the boy. As Euron left, he informed Father that he would indeed ride of King's Landing. Alynne found herself swimming in jealousy, for she wanted to travel with him. Instead, she would sit here in the stormy weather, never completely dry or warm, waiting for her father's decision. Perhaps mother could convince him to let her stay a few more years, but she highly doubted it. She was well past the marrying age already. She had become a woman six years ago, and the older she became, the less desirable a bride she would be.
I don't care for Targaryen nor Lannisters, she wanted to say. Both families were of a great choice for Euron, politically speaking. But how could they be sure the little bitch would not poison him in attempt to gain control over the Stormlands? Alynne sighed. "Thank you for coming, Mother. I will let you and father discuss things. Should I be excused for now as well?" she asked, glancing from her mother to her father, not wanting to leave without permission first. Maybe if she was as nice as possible, her father would give in. Spontaneously, she stepped forward and drew her arms carefully around Lord Baratheon, embracing him and resting her cheek against his chest. "Thank you for at least hearing my considerations, Father," she whispered before turning to her mother and embracing her as well, though a little tighter this time. She felt as if she wanted to cry, realizing that her moments of hugging her parents would soon be comng to an end.
Euron took her hand and kissed it, expressing the likely disappointment their cousin would have. But she had met the firstborn Tyrell, and he...was different. Not in a sense that scared her per se, but in one that threw her off guard. She did not know what to make of the boy. As Euron left, he informed Father that he would indeed ride of King's Landing. Alynne found herself swimming in jealousy, for she wanted to travel with him. Instead, she would sit here in the stormy weather, never completely dry or warm, waiting for her father's decision. Perhaps mother could convince him to let her stay a few more years, but she highly doubted it. She was well past the marrying age already. She had become a woman six years ago, and the older she became, the less desirable a bride she would be.
I don't care for Targaryen nor Lannisters, she wanted to say. Both families were of a great choice for Euron, politically speaking. But how could they be sure the little bitch would not poison him in attempt to gain control over the Stormlands? Alynne sighed. "Thank you for coming, Mother. I will let you and father discuss things. Should I be excused for now as well?" she asked, glancing from her mother to her father, not wanting to leave without permission first. Maybe if she was as nice as possible, her father would give in. Spontaneously, she stepped forward and drew her arms carefully around Lord Baratheon, embracing him and resting her cheek against his chest. "Thank you for at least hearing my considerations, Father," she whispered before turning to her mother and embracing her as well, though a little tighter this time. She felt as if she wanted to cry, realizing that her moments of hugging her parents would soon be comng to an end.
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