Oh man, medieval Pete and Trudy's marriage must have been world-shattingly awful those first three years. Pete selling villas off everywhere to buy dragon eggs. Teenage bride Trudy screaming, "Do you want a baby, or do you want a dragon?" And teenage Pete being, "drrr babies can't fly, bitch."
Trying to figure out how Peggy got to where she is now, being HBIC in Winterfell now that Bets has absconded and Anna is ill. She served a brief stint as Sir Frederick Rumsen's squire before that old lout fell off a horse and died. She's always going to love Freddy though, because if he hadn't chosen her on a (drunk) lark she'd be another plain-type serving girl getting buggered by bored nobles or a priestess-type like her devout mother always wanted. And it's another thing for Don to lord over her, god, like when he gets surly from her naked ambition he yells, "You used to be my squire" even though it's technically incorrect.
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Re: DRABBLE SOME MORE
Date: 2011-08-25 06:08 pm (UTC)Trying to figure out how Peggy got to where she is now, being HBIC in Winterfell now that Bets has absconded and Anna is ill. She served a brief stint as Sir Frederick Rumsen's squire before that old lout fell off a horse and died. She's always going to love Freddy though, because if he hadn't chosen her on a (drunk) lark she'd be another plain-type serving girl getting buggered by bored nobles or a priestess-type like her devout mother always wanted. And it's another thing for Don to lord over her, god, like when he gets surly from her naked ambition he yells, "You used to be my squire" even though it's technically incorrect.