- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME IN A CONDESCENDING WAY
- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE I’M AN IDIOT
- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME AS IF I’M STUPID BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU KNEW ABOUT OR BECAUSE I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING THAT’S SIMPLE FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND
- JUST DON’T DO IT
whenever I see some of my favorite blogs reblogging from one of my sideblogs.
The kid with the fair hair is the Prime Minister’s grandson - Marg knows because he was a couple of years behind Loras at school and Loras tells her everything - and she thinks that the girl with the red hair is the Minister of Defence’s daughter.
A Stark and a Lannister. Now there’s a toxic combination.
Ned Stark is pretty much the only member of cabinet who’s kids didn’t go to Summerhall, so it takes a little Googling and some texting to - who else? - Willas to find out the Stark girl’s name, but Marg does her thing and soon she’s telling Loras not to fret so, and swanning up to the bar, martini in hand.
"Sansa, sweetheart!" she crows, slipping her arm through Sansa Stark’s and kissing her cheek. "We’ve been waiting for you for ages, come sit with us!”
Sansa plays along very well, and soon enough she’s tucked into the corner of their booth between Leo and Renly.
Marg goes to introduce herself, but Sansa holds up a hand and smiles.
"I know," she says with a laugh. "I’m Jon Targaryen’s first cousin - he never talks about anything but you, did you know that?"