Que bonitos ojos tienes
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Debajo de esas dos cejas
Que bonitos ojos tienes.
Ellos me quieren mirar
Pero si tu no los dejas
Pero si tu no los dejas
Ni siquiera parpadear.
Malaguena salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera.
Malaguena salerosa
Y decirte nina hermosa.
Que eres lin...da y hechicera,
Que eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa.
Si por pobre me desprecias
Yo te concedo razon
Yo te concedo razon
Si por pobre me desprecias.
Yo no te ofrezco riquezas
Te ofrezco mi corazon
Te ofrezco mi corazon
A cambio de mi pobreza.
Malaguena salerosa
Besar tus labios quisiera
Besar tus labios quisiera.
Malaguena salerosa
Y decirte nina hermosa.
Que eres lin...da y hechicera,
Que eres linda y hechicera
Como el candor de una rosa.
Y decirte nina hermosa.
What pretty eyes you have,
Under those two eyebrows.
Under those two eyebrows,
What pretty eyes you have.
They want me to look
But if you don't leave them
But if you don't leave them
Not even to flash…
Rose leaves of Málaga
To kiss your wanted lips
To kiss your wanted lips
Rose leaves of Málaga
And telling you, beautiful girl…
That you are pretty and magical,
That you are pretty and magical,
As the innocence of a rose.
If in poverty you despise me,
I give you truth.
I give you truth,
If in poverty you despise me.
I do not offer you wealth (riches)
I offer you my heart.
I offer you my heart
In exchange for my poverty.
Rose leaves of Málaga
To kiss your wanted lips
To kiss your wanted lips
Rose leaves of Málaga
And telling you, beautiful girl…
That you are pretty and magical
That you are pretty and magical
As the innocence of a rose
And telling you, beautiful girl.
Chingon - Malaguena Salerosa Lyrics
I don't own Elder Scrolls and Game of Thrones.
Chapter 1 The Rose shall bloom early
Olympia Tyrell
Today is the day. Olympia Tyrell is leaving to be foster with the Hightower in Oldtown. She knows that she must mend the bonds with Hightowers whom are her mother's house.
She hugged her mother, Alerie Tyrell nee' Hightower. "Make sure you wrapped yourself warmly. It can be very cold at night. Also, obey your grandfather and be sure to write." Olympia nodded and kisses her cheek.
Sadness came upon her when she hugged her siblings and Loras cried more when Olympia hugged him goodbye. Out of all her siblings, Loras and she have always been closest and it makes sense that they are only a two year apart.
Not much to say to her father, Mace Tyrell since he will always be a fool. All Olympia could say, "Try not burn our home to the ground."
She had left her lord father flusters in embarrassment as she smirks at making her father pathetic again. She could have sworn that her grandmother, Olenna snorted at her words.
'Victory is mine.'
Olympia went into the Carriage and it's started moving. She waved everyone good bye as her home has become smaller and smaller until she can't see it no more.
Olympia let out of a huff s in frustration and upset that she has to leave to clean up her father's mess. She is going miss everyone in Highgarden.
She just hopes that she learns everything she can from them.
The journey was long and hard, but at least the way she kills time was reading the books that her big brother Willas gave her for every nameday. She is reading Queen Nymeria of Dorne and the cultures themselves. She doesn't quite understand of Dorne itself to others they are not trustworthy or honor, but she couldn't but asked how they are any different from them. To her, Dorne is a place where woman had the same rights as any man and she couldn't help, but admire them.
The Oldtown
She can smell the salty of the seas. And by simply looking at her window she saw the markets are busying themselves. She was at awe at such a sight.
The carriage made it to a place where her mother is born and raised.
The carriage straggly put a stop as it was enough to snap out of her daydreaming. Olympia is being escorted by the knight. She saw the person to greet her. It is Lord Hightower, her mother's father and grandfather.
"Lady Olympia Tyrell, Welcome to Oldtown."
Olympia wasn't expecting him to be so cold, but she did remember the reason why. Thanks to her grandmother, Olenna Tyrell.
"My darling, you must be formal with Lord Hightower despite that he is your grandfather." Olenna is having tea with Olympia.
Olympia tilted her head in curiosity, "But why? Isn't he family?"
"Yes, it is. But that's not what she thinks anymore. It's because of the scandal when he had wedded your foolish aunt, Lady Lynesse Hightower to Lord Jeor Mormont. You see, my dear she is a true shame and bane to the Hightower House because she couldn't handle the hard life of Bear Island. Lord Jeor was now a Slaver thanks to her. If she was smart enough too she would actually, focus on her duties than her pleasure. Now they are both in exile and I have heard disgusting rumor that she is some wealthy man mistress and I'm not sure where your uncle located is."
Olenna lean in closely and looking straight into the eyes.
"Remember my dear, pleasure yourself in your desire too much can cost your husband and yourself downfall. Now that your grandfather is hardly a parental figure and more lord. You must be caution of your words around him and make sure that you do both of our houses proud."
Olympia nodded as she shown determination on showing that she can grow strong.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Hightower." Olympia curtsy and look straighter into his eyes. The atmosphere is tense since she refuses to cower and Lord Hightower is secretly impressed, but does not show it.
"I believe we shall eat inside. Come."
That's it. No more words of comfort. Nothing. She guesses that's what happened when you find out that your child was more foolish than you thought.
The feast ended and quickly went into her room. All she can say was few members of house are stuck up to her. She misses Highgarden. She misses her siblings, grandmother and mother.
Olympia quietly whined to herself. However, she heard some strange noises coming from that old Chapel. Olympia quietly sneaked into the chapel and heard some song being that she never heard. A kind hand place on her shoulders and she nearly gasp, but saw a kind priestess signal to stay quiet. This woman looks kind as she led her to kneel before the Gods statues and saw other followers praying. A priest came a sing a song while monks are behind him.
Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky,
His roar fury's fire, and his scales sharpened scythes.
Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died.
They burned and they bled as they issued their cries.
We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage,
Heroes on the field of this new war to wage.
And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world,
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled.
But then came the Tongues on that terrible day.
Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.
And all heard the music of Alduin's doom,
The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um.
And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage,
Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age!
And if Alduin's eternal, then eternity's done,
For his story is over and the dragons are gone.
Olympia felt happy and she hasn't notice that her tears are shedding down on her cheeks. She quickly wipes them. She hadn't noticed that other followers are turning in for the night and returning to their homes.
"Tell me child where are you from?"
The kind priest asked her.
"I'm from Highgarden."
"Oh Highgarden. I have heard there was a noble lady house of Highgarden coming here." He kindly jested manner.
Olympia couldn't help but giggle.
"I am Olympia Tyrell of Highgarden."
Priest bow humbly to her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, milady."
"What religion is this?"
"Oh this is the Nine Divines."
Olympia never heard of this. She asked him about this religion the priest preaches to her all night. Olympia wonders about the Sevens. Don't get her wrong, but she felt that the Sevens always judge them no matter what they do.
From then and there, she decided she wanted to convert herself to this religion.
The kind priest escorted her home, but not before he asked her this question.
"Tell me, my dear how would you like to join the Blades?"
Phew that is beautiful. The song came from Elder Scrolls called, "Tale of the Tongues" and tell me how you like it? Give Reviews and pm me. Happy holidays.
