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𝓽͟𝗲𝗺𝗽. 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 —— modern ﹠ fandomless portrayal of myrcella baratheon from a song of ice and fire. banter, serious, and crack. penned by summer.xn--6ii she / her. twenty-one. filter by takenbywings.

summer.xn--6ii HOW THE HELL DO YOU TWEET A BLANK?????????? I KNOW HOW TO MAKE A DISPLAY NAME BLANK AND I KNOW HOW TO USE THOSE HUGE ASS SPACES IN BIOS AND EVERYTHING BUT I CAN’T FOR THE LOVE OF ME TWEET A BLANK

:(

—softly, hoping her eagerness doesn’t come off as impolite.

‘ banana pudding! ’ the words slip from her lips the moment cersei finishes speaking. myrcella has no favorite dessert, but she never hesitates—she always knows exactly what she wants. uncertainty is a stranger to her. ‘ please. ’ she adds—

summer.xn--6ii I FINALLY HAVE TIME.

—haven’t tried to talk me into helping them. ’ she looks at her plate. she is not done yet, but she is already thinking about dessert.

she laughs. she can imagine kids trying to sneak in, and she knows exactly which ones would try. did they really think they could get past her mother? she could sneaky in, if she tried. she wouldn’t, but she could. ‘ i’m surprised they—

‘ what about you, mom? how’s . . . everything . . . at work? ’ myrcella knows tommen and her are shielded from those matters, but cersei is still their mother. what kind of children would they be if they didn’t care? she does.

she nods, taking a sip of her juice then placing it back on the table. ‘ everyone likes me. ’ pause. ‘ . . . or pretends to. ’ she shrugs, but does not stop smiling.

ᡣ𐭩 by @𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻 ⤷ your hair looks beautiful, sansa!

—herself. the thought makes her blush.

‘ his name’s trystane. ’ martell. trystane 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭. maybe her mother already knows that. she knows . . . many people. and their families. ‘ he is nice to me. ’ 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, she thinks to—

her best friend is her little brother . . . maybe she should make new ones.