White_Dog
Lv4
Uh… I read things…
2022-01-07 UnidoUnited States
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White_Dog6dComentou*fall from the**
Without a single care, or hint of hesitation… Helena threw him over the edge, allowing its body to fall into the Red Keep, and splatter against the ocean below…- White_Dog6dComentou
**for Mother will not**
May the Gods hold you in their Favor, for another will not." - White_Dog10dRespondeu a White_Dog
I lost the sauce whilst writing this chapter it seems…
As for Sullivan, Robb, Jon, and Laenah…? They had settled into a carriage to discuss their opinions; it was mostly fabricated by Sullivan to create a similar situation as his Father, and Robb's Father. Something Sullivan planned to use to gather all the Heir's of the major Lords… - White_Dog10dComentou
Robb isn’t supposed to be here…
As for Sullivan, Robb, Jon, and Laenah…? They had settled into a carriage to discuss their opinions; it was mostly fabricated by Sullivan to create a similar situation as his Father, and Robb's Father. Something Sullivan planned to use to gather all the Heir's of the major Lords… - White_Dog15dComentou
[21?? Words]
(A/N: Last Chapter I'm going to push out for a short while, the next shouldn't be too long. - White_Dog15dComentou
**pry it loose to reveal a proud smile but was stopped**
It didn't cease until Sullivan's elbow finally managed to clip his Mother's jaw, allowing him the moment to grapple her neck and pull her head into his chest as his legs hooked around her waist… His Mother's neck held tight in the bend of his arm, as he tried with all his might to seal her breath. Yet, Helena hand managed to catch her hand in his hold, and pry it loose revealing but was stopped as a dull, soft point rested against her side, his exhausted voice finding her ears, "Wounded." - White_Dog15dComentou
Grown Laenah — Can’t find Original Post for image…
Helena began to mindlessly hum a soft tune from her seat within a carriage, her arms draped around her two of her three precious children while Sullivan was riding a few paces behind, between both two Kingsguard whom Helena had never bothered to learn the name of… Laenah stared off dreamily in his direction whilst dexterously weaving a needle and thread through a thin leather cloak that Sullivan had caught on a rather sturdy branch. - White_Dog15dComentou
Sullivan — KCD Offical Art
Helena began to mindlessly hum a soft tune from her seat within a carriage, her arms draped around her two of her three precious children while Sullivan was riding a few paces behind, between both two Kingsguard whom Helena had never bothered to learn the name of… Laenah stared off dreamily in his direction whilst dexterously weaving a needle and thread through a thin leather cloak that Sullivan had caught on a rather sturdy branch. - White_Dog17dComentou
**Move about**
[Basic Habit (Light Footed) - Through the desire and repeated attempts, you have developed a habit of keeping your steps shallow and quiet as you sought to be able to live about while not disturbing your child's slumber.] - White_Dog17dComentou
Well… It seems I missed something…
Hammer/Mace: 6 [||||||||||————-] - - White_Dog18dComentou
Laenah
Evelyn Martell looked out the window of the carriage, watching the common folk who lined the sides of the streets, with the sun beginning to fall over the horizon the streets of Kingslanding was ridden with long shadows. Her gaze shifted towards her daughter, who couldn't stop her nerves from showing on her face as she picked at her fingers, catching her mother's gaze. Laenah shifted uncomfortably in her dress, "Mother… Is the Queen truly as terrifying as they say…?" - White_Dog18dComentou
Evelyn
Evelyn Martell looked out the window of the carriage, watching the common folk who lined the sides of the streets, with the sun beginning to fall over the horizon the streets of Kingslanding was ridden with long shadows. Her gaze shifted towards her daughter, who couldn't stop her nerves from showing on her face as she picked at her fingers, catching her mother's gaze. Laenah shifted uncomfortably in her dress, "Mother… Is the Queen truly as terrifying as they say…?" - White_Dog18dComentou
Bronze…
It hadn't taken long for the final poundings of iron to come to a close, and for Mother to begin raising the heat of the forge so that the sword could be quenched— - White_Dog18dComentou
**had Helena’s anger been swept away so quickly**
Never before had Helena's anger been swept away and morphed into lovable doting, "Of course my darling boy, whatever you wish. Your Mother shall make it true…" - White_Dog18dComentou
R.I.P. Trystan Martell
"Prince Doran's daughter, Laenah Martell…" - White_Dog18dComentou
**chosen by HER**
Helena sat by a window of Myrish glass, with HER child in her lap as she soft read from a compendium of wildlife in the Crownlands. This would be the second kingdom they have gone through, both having been HER child. The one before had been of the Riverlands, and it was much thinner in comparison,