๐ฝอ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฝ. ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ โโ modern ๏น fandomless portrayal of myrcella baratheon from a song of ice and fire. banter, serious, and crack. penned by https://t.co/B0RU5Byx6n she / her. twenty-one. filter by takenbywings.
https://t.co/B0RU5Byx6n HOW THE HELL DO YOU TWEET A BLANK?????????? I KNOW HOW TO MAKE A DISPLAY NAME BLANK AND I KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE HUGE ASS SPACES IN BIOS AND EVERYTHING BUT I CANโT FOR THE LOVE OF ME TWEET A BLANK
โ banana pudding! โ
the words slip from her lips the moment cersei finishes speaking. myrcella has no favorite dessert, but she never hesitatesโshe always knows exactly what she wants. uncertainty is a stranger to her.
โ please. โ
she addsโ
โ her business.
โ do you want dessert, myrcella? you can tell chef what you'd like so it'll be ready soon. โ cersei didn't eat sweets much herself, but a little in moderation for the kids was passable, though tommen tended to overindulge.
she laughs. she can imagine kids trying to sneak in, and she knows exactly which ones would try. did they really think they could get past her mother?
she could sneaky in, if she tried. she wouldnโt, but she could.
โ iโm surprised theyโ
her lips turn down at that, and she places down her spoon.
โ do not say that, myrcella. what reason would anyone have not to like a girl like you? jealousy, i suppose, that's only natural. but those people should be paid no mind. โ โ
โ what about you, mom? howโs . . . everything . . . at work? โ
myrcella knows tommen and her are shielded from those matters, but cersei is still their mother. what kind of children would they be if they didnโt care? she does.
she nods, taking a sip of her juice then placing it back on the table.
โ everyone likes me. โ
pause.
โ . . . or pretends to. โ
she shrugs, but does not stop smiling.
of course she knows. there's .. history, of sorts. she'd known the boy's aunt and uncle in her own youthโโ insufferable vipers, in her own opinion, but ..
โ the martell boy, hm? โ she places her fork down, replacing it in her hand withโ
โ his nameโs trystane. โ
martell. trystane ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ. maybe her mother already knows that. she knows . . . many people. and their families.
โ he is nice to me. โ
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she wants her daughter to have friends. all her children, truly. it's the one thing she really misses, from ๐๐๐๐๐๐, when jaime hadn't killed anyone and the family business was just a concept, floating in the back of her head. sheโ