( in some roundabout way, perhaps it’s his diplomacy that might offer the necessary salve. she might chafe at it (soothed only in hearing him speak his thoughts away from eyes and ears), but it ensures even sturdier battlements. it is his actions, whatever he says near as much as what viserys supports that diminish most of the insults to their union as something weak. and thus that which started out as a match in tentative alliance for an undefined future might actually work with far better proactivity than its creators expected.
and so, less and less does she feel alone. when he says idle remarks, passing observations — she’s careful to listen, to be validated in her assessments or attempt to see it from a different perspective. it doesn't always fall within her agreement, but it matters that it happens.
the path is still unclear; still many ways in which they can be undermined, many yet in which they will be tested. she’s not sure when exactly she’d started thinking in terms of them more frequently than in terms of her, but it happens simply; that she was intended to wear the crown and sit upon the iron throne but the wisdom of his experiences, knowledge gathered in all of his time from kings and war and friends would act as adamantine guides.
though all of that lies with pragmatic thoughts, which have little place in a moment of sentiment, which happens not because it’s supposed to, or implied within some dutiful obligation of marriage but because it’s wanted. and maybe therein lies the youth, that serves to pull forth a moment not defined by anything other than them. it feels new to her too — in a way her other dalliances had not (all heat or rebellion but little heart).
she’s not seem him like this before, not really — the surety given way to something else. its charming, she thinks, that laugh that he ducks into or how his cheeks look dusted in color in the dim light and she'd barely notices how her shoulders had angled more openly towards him.
he asks her this, so entirely polite, fingers along her chin, that she nearly laughs — a soft amusement touching the corners of her eyes instead. her own hand settles on his chest, palm flat against silvery silk, eyes flicking up from the curve of his mouth to his eyes. when she nods, she realizes she's leaned close enough for their noses to nearly touch. ) — please do.
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and so, less and less does she feel alone. when he says idle remarks, passing observations — she’s careful to listen, to be validated in her assessments or attempt to see it from a different perspective. it doesn't always fall within her agreement, but it matters that it happens.
the path is still unclear; still many ways in which they can be undermined, many yet in which they will be tested. she’s not sure when exactly she’d started thinking in terms of them more frequently than in terms of her, but it happens simply; that she was intended to wear the crown and sit upon the iron throne but the wisdom of his experiences, knowledge gathered in all of his time from kings and war and friends would act as adamantine guides.
though all of that lies with pragmatic thoughts, which have little place in a moment of sentiment, which happens not because it’s supposed to, or implied within some dutiful obligation of marriage but because it’s wanted. and maybe therein lies the youth, that serves to pull forth a moment not defined by anything other than them. it feels new to her too — in a way her other dalliances had not (all heat or rebellion but little heart).
she’s not seem him like this before, not really — the surety given way to something else. its charming, she thinks, that laugh that he ducks into or how his cheeks look dusted in color in the dim light and she'd barely notices how her shoulders had angled more openly towards him.
he asks her this, so entirely polite, fingers along her chin, that she nearly laughs — a soft amusement touching the corners of her eyes instead. her own hand settles on his chest, palm flat against silvery silk, eyes flicking up from the curve of his mouth to his eyes. when she nods, she realizes she's leaned close enough for their noses to nearly touch. ) — please do.