@fandomaestheticnet Villain Event Cersei Lannister; Game Of Thrones

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Oh, shut up, you little fool. Praying for the gods to have mercy on us all? The gods have no mercy, that’s why they are gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. My mother had just died, you see. I didn’t really understand the concept of death. The finality of it. I thought if I prayed very very hard, the gods would return her to me. I was four.

Family, Duty, Honor Chapter 115

Gendry II

Sometimes, Gendry woke up hearing Joy screaming. But then there would be nothing, deathly silence and he was not sure if her screams were from his own mind.

Sometimes he dreamed of her, and Arya too. He dreamed of them together, before they were taken to Harrenhal, when they thought they were on their way to Arya’s brother.

He wondered if they would have been in the North already, if they would have been safe there.

He had heard whispers from the guards, that Arya’s mother and older brothers had been murdered.

Gendry didn’t have any siblings and he barely remembered his mother much these days.

But he knew the pain being carved out of his chest at the idea of losing Joy and not even knowing it.

He couldn’t imagine.

He just prayed that Arya wasn’t alone when she learned the truth.

Torchlight flickered through the hall and Ser Davos came to Gendry’s cell door and began to unlock it.

“Has something happened?” Gendry asked. “Joy—“

“Is fine.”

And that was when Gendry saw that Ser David had been wearing a cloak that concealed someone shorter than the Onion Knight.

Joy rushed into Gendry, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her face against his collar, trembling, a quiet sob soaking into his shirt.

He froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, holding her close, holding her as close as he possibly could without suffocating her.

“Is this some sort of trick?” Gendry asked.

He wanted to believe that Ser Davos wouldn’t do anything like that, but at the same time, he could not trust Stannis Baratheon or the Red Woman.

“Yes,” Ser Davos answered and Gendry tensed, holding Joy closer to him, ready to fight, ready to run, ready to do whatever it took to get her out of there. “But not in you.” Ser Davos tossed him a cloak. “Put this one and let Joy hide under your arm and keep her close.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.”

“Why?”

“Because no rule should begin with the murder of children,” Ser Davos answered plainly. “Now come.”

Hesitantly, Gendry put the cloak on, letting the fabric fall around his shoulders and cover Joy. He shifted her slightly to his side so that they could walk and they followed Ser Davos.

Gendry prayed to whatever gods that were listening and hoped that this man was not leading them to their deaths.

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Chapter 2: In the Sight of God's and Men

It was a funny thing, really, knowing that come the next morning one’s role in the world would be entirely changed. She had left King’s Landing and come to Winterfell knowing this day would come, but it had always felt so distant, so beyond her. No matter how many years passed, it had always felt as if this day was years away, and now that the day was here it still felt as though it was years away.

She sat up in her bed, wiping the sleep out of her eyes and stretching. A flash of blue caught her eye and she turned to see the winter roses Robb had given her the night before, after he walked her to her rooms. “I won’t be able to give them to you on the morrow, if Sansa has her way” he had said. He had given her a sweet kiss before heading towards his own rooms, leaving her blushing and her stomach full of butterflies. 

He’s a fool, she thought fondly. My fool.

Robb was always so sweet to her, going out of his way to gift her flowers or the honey cakes she was fond of. She laughed to think of how they had despised each other as children. They would argue for days and try to outdo each other on the training yard, where Robb would usually win. But overtime their rivalry turned friendly, and their friendship turned to a love she was ever thankful for. 

What would I have done if we continued to hate each other? Would the betrothal have been broken? She doubted it. Her grandfather had never been concerned for her happiness here, only caring that she did her duty and played her role for the family. 

There’s naught to worry over, however. For if Robb is a fool for her then she is certainly a fool for him. The time she spent embroidering with Sansa and Jeyne was often spent working on something or other for Robb. A new jerkin or a pretty handkerchief in Stark colours, or perhaps mending clothes which had torn in the training yard. Clothes she had likely torn with her own sword in a spar that had been a tad bit too competitive. 

She took her time, choosing to dress herself and enjoy her last morning as a maiden in peace. I’ll be married this evening, and my mornings will no longer be so alone. She knew the Lord and Lady Stark shared a bedchamber and she wondered if Robb would wish to do the same. She wouldn’t mind. Despite the heated walls of Winterfell she often found herself chilled at night, still unused to the cold. A problem she had solved by spending the night with Sansa or Arya, but that would be out of the question once she was married. 

She supposed she wouldn’t mind Robb’s company, either. 

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“i’m heading to bed, goodnight ☺️”

me in bed:

Nothing is sexier than the DUNE books asking you to understand crazy sci-fi jargon in the first paragraph, like bene gesserit, muad'dib, mentat, arakkis, melange, and quizat haderach and then after reading all of that shit that makes no fucking sense, you meet our main character: Paul.

Game of Thrones  |  1x08 - “The Pointy End”