𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 , but today he finds that it is . the princess ( though he cares much more for her title as master of coin ) is someone he truthfully respects , & the bow he dips into for once isn’t forced . ❛ far , far too long , ❜ he replies , straightening his back . it’s the truth . theophania has grown into a powerful woman , & it is long past time he’s made an ally out of her . much time has been spent sequestered on the iron islands , working dutifully to stabilize them . with her help , perhaps he can see them prosper . it’s worth trying , at least . ❛ of course , your highness . my wife is resting with the children now . how is your family ? ❜ she is not married , he recalls , & he cannot help but wonder why .
𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, theophania always believes it a pleasure to see the greyjoys. she dips her head politely in acknowledgment of the bow, smile never leaving her lips. he mentions a wife and children. children. for a moment, she wonders where the days of their youths have gone. the next generation has come about in the form of peals of laughter and soft sighs. the world is bright before them; at least, it is brighter than when theophania had come into it. her arms fold behind her back as she shifts her weight slightly, “ oh, my family is well. they are all here somewhere, i truthfully haven’t seen much of them since we dismounted. i suppose they all require their space for the moment. ” her shoulders relax slightly, “ tell me, how old are your little ones now ? ”
“ rowena, ” theophania is already walking towards the other. they had decided long ago that titles were no longer important. rather, the friendship and trust that had blossomed between them had taken place of the formalities. theophania is not shy to wrap her dear friend in a hug. “ though i know it has not been long since i last saw you, i missed you dearly, ” she interlocks their arms after releasing her from the hug so that they may walk in lockstep. “ you forgot to remind me how cold the north can be, ” she teases lightly. // @justicemarred
it had been years since she’d seen that face; at the time, it had still been rounded with the lingering innocense of childhood and adolesence. now, he had the strong jaw of a man; the iron islands, time by the sea, had aged him well. as she steps from the shadows into the light, she smiles. “ aeron, it’s good to see you. ” the words are truthful. “ how long has it been ? ten ? fifteen years ? ” it wasn’t often that the southern royals saw the royals of the iron island, but it was always a pleasure; at least for her. “ i trust that you and your family members had an easy journey here. ” even outside of her own kingdom, she is still the watchful noble, seeking out the comfort of others for her benefit. // @fatewcpt
even while away from the southern kingdom, away from the walls that typically confined her, away from her office space and the constant drone of voices, letters follow her. pleads from those who live in the kingdom follow her, bills and pensions that need to be paid, her work is never quiet and it is most certainly never done. she sits at an occupied desk in one of the libraries, settled next to the crackling fireplace. even this mild cold chills her to the bone. warm furs are pulled around her shoulders. she’s in the middle of writing a letter when she hears the door creak open behind her. with her head still down, quill still in hand she says, “ if this is your space, please pardon my interruption and intrusion. i just needed a quiet place to work for a few moments. ” // @stagborn
❛ humans fall into three categories. the criminal, the not-yet-criminal & the not-yet-caught. ❜
𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞: deathless sentence prompts.𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: still accepting.𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @justicemarred
theophania feigns confusion and surprise. there are far too many people around for her to react otherwise, for her to react genuinely. she wants to smirk, to look about the room, and begin to whisper potentionally haneous acts that could have been committed by the nobels that surround the pair. it is easy enough to play pretend, it is easier still to turn pretend into whispers of reality. falsities can ruin a man’s reputation, but a whisper can ruin his life. instead, she keeps her mouth temporarily busy by bringing a goblet of wine to her lips. the sound of the room lifts in the room and she uses the crescendo in sound to her advantage. she leans back against the bannister behind her, “ i’m sure i’ve no idea what you mean by that, lady aaryn. there are only three, yes, but they are those that are graced by the gods to do as they please, those that do the bidding of the gods for a pleniful reward, and those who do the bidding of others for the appeasement of the gods and vindication to the people. ”
the courts offer bread and salt to LADY THEOPHANIA TARGARYEN of HOUSE TARGARYEN. many say that the THIRTY-THREE year old PRINCESS of HOUSE TARGARYEN / MISTRESS of COIN is known to be ELEGANT, and GENEROUS, though ill tongues whisper that SHE is MACHIAVELIAN and IMPATIENT. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of raven locks cascading around soft features, blackened feathers left as tokens of her presence, and sweet whispers in drunken ears accompanied by newly made coin. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns.
hello, my friends ! i’m etta and it has been a hot minute since i’ve been in a historical group let alone a game of thrones one ! i promise to absolutely try my best and if you have any questions past the intro, please don’t hesitate to come and message me !
the first daughter, the eldest, the forgotten. swept aside by hands that were far too young to parent her, theophania was raised by her nursemaids while her parents thrived on the reputation built by her ancestors. they used the targaryen coin to their advantage. whispers in corredors and coin jingling in purses were not uncommon sounds for young theophania to hear late at night when she should have been asleep.
most children don’t remember their childhoods before the age of six; even theophania doesn’t completely. she simply remembers a feeling : loneliness. she hardly knew her parents before the age of three. she was convinced that her nursemaid was her mother.
loneliness didn’t last so long. at the age of six, her brother was born and then at age seven, her sister. she was lucky to have her siblings, taking on a nurturing role extremely young to combat the volitile emotions of their mother.
as the forgotten, her mother doted mostly on her brother and her younger siblings. she gave them all of her atttention, be it good or bad. theophania’s connections for marriage were utterly forgotten as the king and queen prioritized building their son up for greatness. even her sister took on the part of her mother, whispering into her brother’s ear. daenys would never hurt their brother. of that, theophania was certain.
throughout her childhood, theophania took up an interest where her siblings did not dare dwell. under the cover of cloak, she would spend her free hours doting on the master of coin as she learned his craft. she feigned innocent curiosity as an eager mind absorbed the information. she wanted to have power over something her mother could not touch. the fortune of the kingdom seemed like a strong place to start.
she did, eventually, work her way onto her brother’s small council so that she could simultaneously keep an eye on the fortune of the kingdom as well as her siblings. she wishes to soothe and protect from the rumors that surround them, but she worries more for her brothers deteriorating mental health. she fears that the stress weighing on his shoulders will kill him.
NOTE: theophania’s hair is brunette, not blonde. she does dye her hair so as not to be automatically associated with the targaryen’s, though many know her face. she is also hiding the beginnings of grey hair from the stress of her job and the family she is apart of.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
a forbidden love : someone she was otherwise not supposed to meet, but they wrote letters and there is strong standing tension between the pair. they had once planned to run off, to marry, a foolish dream when they were young, but have now both succumbed to the fact that they are bound to their duty.
a best friend : someone who theophania has bonded closely with ( other than her siblings ) over the course of her life.
the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !
❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜
❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜
❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜
❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜
❛ i will never be without information. ❜
❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜
❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜
❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜
❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜
❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜
❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜
❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜
❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜
❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜
❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜
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