After the first round of
got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (
here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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The bandage wrapped around her husband’s (not brother, she stopped thinking of him as that long ago) arm is conspicuous even against his pale skin, with the wrapping darkened slightly with blood. He cut himself on the throne again this morning, slicing the flesh of his arm apart with one violent gesture. She was there, just off to the side, and sat silent as the maesters attended him. She filtered out his cries of pain and indignation and focused on the murmurs of the crowd, the whispers and doubts that they could not keep silent. It upset her to hear them react in such a way and disturbed her that she found herself somewhat in sympathy ( ... )
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She had never seen her own blood flow on that throne, though she knew it would if Viserys ever caught her there.
this was perfect, and beautiful, and tragic. i ADORE it. thank you so much for filling my prompt with such an amazing fic!! <3
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