{ Part Two??? I was kind of unsure of the direction of this story, but I kind of like where it ended up. What do you guys think?}
You felt like a fool.
This morning had begun with such promise, sky clear and sun high, with the light chatter of songbirds outside your window. Your father’s campaign to find any man to take you had been briefly halted by an extended visit to his old friend Ned Stark. After pleasant conversation and decent wine, you regarded Ned as a friend, and you suspected he felt the same, based on your continued tradition of speaking each night.
Somehow your shared sorrow had made you both feel hopeful, at least for a minute, that perhaps tragedy didn’t beget tragedy. Maybe there was something else in this world, something else that the Gods intended, renewed purpose.
And then you had gone and smashed that budding friendship to pieces.
The news about Stan Lee is utterly heartbreaking I barely have words.
Thank you so much for everything. For all the incredible characters you gave us, for creating a universe which has made so many of us so happy, and for being the escape we all need sometimes when the real world is all too much.
Your legacy will live on forever in our hearts. Marvel will always be a source of happiness in my life.
“It turns out the 2018 midterm elections were pretty much a rout. Counting all the votes makes all the difference in the world. In the House, as of this writing, the Democratic gains are up to 30 with about five more races still to be called — in which Democrats are leading. A gain of 35 seats would be the largest House pickup for Democrats since the first post-Watergate midterm election in 1974. The Democrats picked up seven governorships, with Stacey Abrams, as of now, still fighting to make it to a runoff in Georgia, and Andrew Gillum trailing by 0.4 percentage points, enough to trigger a recount in Florida. In the Senate, Democrats may not quite have pulled off an inside straight, but they had two aces — in Nevada and Arizona. With 26 seats to defend, many in red states, it now looks as if their losses will be small. Democrats won in Nevada and are now poised to pick up a seat in Arizona.”
Early on Election night, idiot relic James Carville told progressives that there was no Blue Wave. This set a narrative that idiot right wing dickheads were happy to run with, because it demoralizes progressives and our allies.
When this is all done, it looks like the “not a blue wave” will result in Democrats controlling the House after winning around THIRTY seats, and Republicans will continue to control the Senate after picking up a single seat.
It’s clear and undeniable that America is fed up with Trump and people like him, and it’s clear and undeniable that Americans are overwhelmingly good and decent people who reject Fascism and Authoritarianism.
Don’t let Trump and his lying allies trick you into thinking that America is the country they want it to be, because it’s very clear that it isn’t. To be sure, there are pockets of regressive, racist, revanchist trash in our country, but they are outnumbered by those of us who reject everything they stand for.
It’s heartbreaking to lose close races, but we must remember that the forces of evil have rigged the game against the forces of good, and they are still either losing or barely winning.
Have faith in your fellow humans. We’re going to prevail, together.
Podrick jumped in place and squeaked, swatting away your hands. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
You laughed, watching his cheeks flush red as he realized who’d surprised him with mischievous fingers on his waist. “Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Pod, you’re just so easy to tease!”
Straightening his tunic, he scowled at you, still clearly embarrassed. “I wasn’t scared, only surprised.”
“You shrieked like a banshee, Pod. You were scared.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
The childish argument continued until Tyrion Lannister leaned out in the hall, book under his arm, giving you both a playful glare. “If you’re going to advance whatever romance it is you’re pursuing, can you move it out to the balcony? I’m trying to read in here.”
Sheepishly, you both followed his suggestion, the echoes of your conversation carrying down the hall, small grins on both your faces.
Loras and Margaery were watching you as you played with the edge of your skirt, delaying for as long as you could.
“Sister, why are we here?” Margaery asked, her eyes as soft and perceptive as always, noting your clear nerves and lack of candor.
“I think I’m pregnant.” You spoke all at once, words blending together as you spit out the confession you’d been harboring for weeks.
Loras’ immediate reaction was rage, his protective instincts surging to blame your lover, a knight who’d been loyal to the Tyrell for years had defiled his baby sister and left her with child and without a ring, and to him, this was unacceptable. “Where is he? I’ll kill him.”
Margaery’s was one of momentary shock, before she swallowed it, moving to control her brother. “That won’t help anything, Loras. It’s done now, killing him will only cause more strife. We’ll have to think of what to tell Grandmother.”
You watched with mild nausea, seeing the wheels already beginning to turn in their brains.
“Y/N, how did this happen?”
“I love him, Loras. When he asked to take me to bed, I had no reason to say no.” Your eyes were downcast. “He’s not noble, but I love him.”
Margaery was quick to embrace you. “Sweet sister, your tender heart has imperiled you yet again. We promise, you’ll be fine.”
Loras, with cooling anger, nodded in agreement. It wasn’t ideal, but you were family, and nothing could change that.
The invasion of the Seven Kingdoms had been going poorly. After Euron Greyjoy decimated what remained of the naval fleet, Asha had barely been rescued, and scrambling to reclaim the campaign from the jaws of defeat.
This had inspired a bit of tension between the Khaleesi and the Greyjoy, one of the rushed decisions costing Danaerys one of her dragons and tilting the odds further towards the Lannister army advancing on the North.
This morning, they’d been bickering over a decision to abandon the Reach and focus more on the evacuation of the Wildlings, with the assistance of Jon Snow.
It had been close to an hour of fighting before you’d finally spoken up. “Ladies!”
They both turned to you, frustrated and at the end of their tethers.
“Surely, the three of us can work something out? Dany, you’re a Queen, and one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. You’ll succeed. The Gods wouldn’t have it any other way, or they’d have an issue with me. And Asha-” you turned to her, giving her a heavy look. “Losing was difficult for all of us, you the most so, but you have to trust that we know what we’re doing. Let someone else talk sometimes, and know that we’ll listen to you when the time comes.”
Both glanced at each other, and begrudgingly offered apologies, before turning back to the task at hand, albeit more calmly than before.
You turned to Tyrion Lannister, who was watching you with an degree of respect. “That’s why they need a mediator.” You concluded with a tiny wink.
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