The Snow Keep

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My Dear One, No man can ever claim you from me. I reserved myself for you. We will have the perfect life. You are My princess, My daughter. Let no prince ask for your hand from me. I am your Father, soon the King of kings. You, My White Queen, are worth loving and deserve a prince like Me. <3s Petyr Read more from Petyr & Alayne here: http://houndgirrl.blogspot.com/p/alaynes-journal.html

Alayne: Yes, she'd said...yes...yes... the whispered word echoes in her head again and again... he asked me, and I've said yes... do I love him? she thought as he took her by the wrist and gently led her to his chambers... Yes, I believe I do... do I want this? Gods, yes... when he's looking at me in that way he has, when he touches me... yes, I want him. they entered his chambers, she crossed the threshold, he closed the door behind them...locked it. she stood in the middle of the floor for a moment shaking a little Petyr... perhaps I could have some more wine... she said in barely more than a whisper and crossed to the balcony, opening the doors and stepping out into the cold Petyr : Just a little then. I wouldn't want anyone to accuse me of taking advantage of you. teases as he pours two glasses of dark red wine and then follows you outside, handing you a glass There's nothing be so nervous about my sweetling. reaches out to cup your cold cheek, warmi...

Petyr @ MasterofCoin : *waits till A layne is away and then has the servants fill her closet with an array of  beautiful lingerie* Alayne @ AlayneStone_ :  *returns from walking and goes to her wardrobe to change for dinner. discovers your gifts, dresses and runs to find you* petyr! you shouldn't have... you've given me so many beautiful gifts already! thank you!!! *runs to you, hugs you tightly* Petyr: *chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around you* A surprise can't stay hidden for long around you I see. *takes a sweet kiss* Alayne: *laughs* i was only changing for dinner! how could i miss all those pretty things? *sighs into your kiss* Petyr: Just because we're secluded up here in the Eyrie, doesn't mean my lady can't have the finest garments in the realm. *grins*   Alayne: they're all so pretty, i love them! *kisses you again* it feels lovely to wear new clothes!   Petyr: *offers you his arm, escorting you to the dinner hall* If there...

Sits at his desk in the open atrium style study, pulling out blank parchment sheets and a quill to write several raven messages, but instead finds his mind wandering and unfocused on the task. An unusual and rare occurrence for the Master of Coin. He sets the quill back in its ink well and leans back into his comfortable leather chair with a sigh, gazing up at the solar and watching the snowflakes drift down and paste themselves against the glass panes. All those delicate beautiful shapes doomed to the inevitable pull of an unseen force. He smiles then. Finding the snowflakes so similar to pieces on a chessboard. All being moved by the hand of a great mastermind, unknowing of the hidden force that guides their every move, leading them all to a cleverly designed and perhaps some would say fated end.      Closing his eyes in relaxation, he thinks upon the beautiful winter rose in his possession. The lovely and enchanting Sansa Stark, his White Queen and the future key to ...

I don’t want to think these thoughts. Perhaps if I make myself write them down, they’ll go. Like a cleansing. And if not? Then perhaps it will be a bit like talking to someone. Petyr. His smile … he really is a very handsome man. Not a big man like…  *No, I will not think of him*   … His kisses, I didn’t want to enjoy them. The bath, Petyr holding me, the way my body responded to him. Its all so confusing … Last night he gave me a necklace, and I forgot myself. Or did I? * Could I really want his attentions?*   Sitting by the fire, he asked … and I gave him my permission. My bodice open, his mouth on me … gods, I wanted it then. But now? In the cold light of day? I must make myself truly think about this. * You must be honest with yourself Alayne, if even   you   lie to yourself, then there really is no truth left in the world.* He wants me to love him. I asked him if he wanted this and he said yes, he wanted me to be utterly and completely his. But when...

http://magpiesocks.tumblr.com/ Sansa Sansa sat trembling beneath The Hound’s cloak,she could smell smoke and blood,she looked at her hand it was spotted with gore and dirt where she had stroked Sandor Clegane’s cheek.     She still didn't know why she did it,it felt right and when she touched him the dread she had felt for so long now seemed to seep away. The Hound’s tears were still wet on her finger’s ,she really thought that when she opened her eyes he’d still be there,but he was gone. It frightened her to realize that she wanted him there. The one person she wanted and needed was one of the most frightening people she had ever met,she should be wishing for her father, her brothers, one of the many knights she had kept in her heart but they had all let her down.

http://magpiesocks.tumblr.com/ Sandor He closed his eyes to stop the tears from falling,the soft hand cupping the ruined part of his face was burning him harder than the coals that made the scar so long ago. The fury,lust and violence he felt when he touched he knife to her throat left him the moment he heard her strained thin little voice,a little voice for a little bird and yet this wisp of a woman had unmanned him with one touch,her hand felt like it was burning through to his soul.   Sandor stood, disgusted with what he had planned to do to the trembling body that lay prostrate on the bed. He ripped the ruined white cloak from his shoulders hating it and its rules and its glories, it seemed to shout at him without a voice “RUINED” “RUINED” everything about him was ruined,and he ruined everything He thew the kings guard cloak from him as if it was on fire,”I AM NO SER!” It represented everything he was not and could never be,but he would do one honorable th...

They led her into the cottage, the Elder Brother helping her to the soft pallet covered with furs and blankets. A fire burned, and cheese, bread and a flagon of cider sat on a low table. “Thank you” she said, remembering her courtesies but her voice so low she did not know if they heard her. “Lady…Alayne,” the Elder Brother paused “you have traveled far on dangerous roads. Whatever you run from will not find you here. Rest and we will speak tomorrow.” They filed out, and she lay back, staring into the flames. She prayed, for sleep, for courage, and for something she knew could not be true. A noise outside made her leap up. She couldn’t be sure how long she slept, but the fire was dull and darkness crowded in. She pulled the furs to her chest, scrambling into the shadows as the sound came again. Someone, or something was outside. Her breath caught in her throat as a huge darkness entered the cottage, bending to fit through the low door and slowly moving into the...

1.  He nods to her. He often sees her in the lobby beside the mail slots. She looks up quickly, nods back, then rushes away. Her loose sleeves flap behind her like wings. 2. He hears her. Sometimes begging, sometimes crying. But he turns up the TV and drinks his coffee. 3. She waits in the hallway, right in the middle, on the border of his front door and hers. The hall light makes the red in her hair shine, but the bruise on her face is purple. 4. “He’s left me. He. Left. Me.” She laughs, and as she does her lip splits. She doesn’t laugh again for a while. 5. One day he comes home and she is drunk. She begins to cry so he reaches out to touch her hair. She flinches, so he drops his hand. “What happened to your face?” she asks. “My brother.”       “We’ll fix each other” she says, and starts to sing. 6. She kisses his cheek in the morning, and when he gets home. Always on the scarred side. “Must be love” the guys at work say. “We’ll fix each other” she’...