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The ceremony is surreal, like an out of body experience. She walks up a makeshift aisle, the crowd parting to watch her, to take her measure. She’s aware a priest of some sort says words that hush the crowd, but she can’t understand them. She throws a glance over her shoulder, where her mother is bleary eyed but stone faced. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly but she doesn’t interrupt or object. She knows their survival hinges on this.
She turns back to the priest, barely glancing at the man next to her, but his presence feels overwhelming. His breathing is even, he doesn’t fidget like she suddenly realises she is. He smells a bit spicy, a little heavy. Foreign. She nearly jumps when he shifts on his feet and brushes against her arm, the heat of him searing her skin.
Her eyes are firmly fixed ahead as the priest starts proceedings, as he chants prayers that she can’t decipher. She can only pick out certain words, and they all make her blood still in her veins. Death, fight, blood. If there is a word for love in trigedasleng she doesn't know it.
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29 Oct 2019
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Clarke’s had the worst year of her life and just needs an escape. After burning her life in Wellesley, Massachusetts to the ground, she plans to spend her summer alone and wallowing at the Cape Cod beach house that her family purchased with the Jahas and Kanes when she was a kid.
There’s only one problem. Bellamy Blake, Marcus Kane’s adopted son, Clarke’s soon-to-be step-brother, and her childhood mortal enemy, has the same plan and opens the door when she arrives. Shirtless. Which is fine, because Clarke’s always thought that she’s hates him too much to ever find him attractive, anyway, and she’s pretty sure the feeling’s mutual.
Or at least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.
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18 Oct 2019
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With a reputation tarnished by falsehoods, twenty-one year old Sansa Stark in unable to find herself a husband in a time where a woman's utmost requirement is to be married off. At wit's end, and fed up with her turning down every husband he can find for her, Ned Stark arranges one final match for his eldest daughter; only this time, her charming suitor is a former acquaintance.
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With a brush of hair off of her shoulder, Sansa resigns herself, shoulders raising momentarily to lower with her deep breath, “I suppose you may no longer consider me an eligible candidate for your affections?”
It’s a daring move, question, and she knows it.
“Not that your affections are directly tied into this union… nor should they be. My own certainly won’t be.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Why wouldn’t you what?”
“Why would I not still consider you an eligible candidate for my affections?”
He takes a step closer; it’s a daring move, and they both know it.
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21 Apr 2019
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Sansa remembered thinking that she would not mind being wedded to Prince Jaeherys.
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19 Apr 2019
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“You’re not in here.” He smiled toothily and tapped on the leather cover of the captain’s log. “Care to tell me what your name is?”
Her gaze stopped on his pistol and on the metal basket-shaped guard of his cutlass, before moving onto Monroe and giving her the same quick assessment. She drew her legs away from him, and took another sip of water before letting her hands rest in her lap, grimacing as the shackles rubbed against the raw skin of her wrists.
“Pirates.” Her voice was low and hoarse, husky from dehydration. “Of course it would be pirates.”
His smile took on a sharp edge. “What were you expecting, princess? A rescue mission?”
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07 Jul 2018