{General Sibling Incest Warning, and Major Character Death!}
The winter had come with vengeance, and snow fell in sheets. Brisk breezes had turned freezing, and rivers froze over. And yet amidst it all, Joffrey had never felt warmer. He knew the disappearance of the sun would lull his enemy into a false sense of confidence, thinking the abrupt change in weather was divine sign of his impending victory. Joffrey didn’t rely on any Gods, only relying on the weight of a blade in his hands. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that he could not wage war, not without exposing them both. He knew what needed to be done.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or the reader is a dancer that over a series of days seduces oberyn with their dancing?”
[Thanks for the request, love! BriefSmut/ general promiscuity warning!]
Her hand trailed along the bundle of sheer fabric. Purple. It must’ve cost them a fortune. Shrugging off the simple slip, she pulled on the costume, smiling at the promiscuity of it all. They wanted her to dance for the nobles, to entertain them. She was a distraction from revenge and politics.
She pulled the veil just over her nose, obscuring all but her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, twirling just enough to catch the light reflecting on her bare skin. She was the very image of temptation.
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