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“You speak with wisdom I could only wish for, Visenya… This kingdom is only good when it is whole, and I will not leave any inch of the realm untouched by my rule. Dorne may be a desert wasteland, but the people need a decent rule. They may be smart enough to outdo Rhaenys in battle, but they will not escape the reach of my leadership. This is clear from the sanctions. They will bend their sandy knees, but… I must think on this further.” Aegon let a long breath escape him. It would be as hard as any battle to give up his sweet Rhaenys to another, but he knew it was a decision that must be made. As his sister told him, it was his choice and his only.
He craned his neck for a moment, a sign of thoughts racing through his mind. His dark sister was full of words, and good words they were— words that made him think, that made him change his mind on something he was so set on. “Of course I wish to meet Loran before I make my mind on such a thing. The Red Keep shall be finished by the month’s end, and the Dornish Prince may visit so that I may judge him for myself.”
At her next comment, a small smile forces itself upon his features— a proud smile, truly. While Rhaenys would have revered in his possessive nature, he forgot that the woman before him was not Rhaenys and would not take such words so easily. “I do not believe any man who has ever looked upon you has judged you as weak, my dear sister. Men will sing the songs of your strength, though I know songs are not what seek in battle and in life. Perhaps I am not possessive of you, as you say, but merely selfish with your affection.”
When her soft digits would run over the roughness of his beard, eyes narrowed to her. She spoke with utter seduction, though the words did not match the tone. His arm would be pulled away, and he would tilt his head in the same direction of his smirk as he replied. “No, I will make sure you will come, my lovely sister, even if I must find you myself in the dead of night.” A large hand would reach for her chin and jaw, as gently as he could manage, lifting her face upwards so he may look upon her properly. “I don’t suppose you would mind me finding your bed in the night, if only to make this entire camp of ours remember whose name they should be screaming in battle?” His words were a growl, but the suggestive smirk on his face remained.
“Then we will take Dorne, no matter what it means. You are loathe to pass off our sister to a prince, when she should be a queen… her time will come. And she will grow, and perhaps she will quit her other… activities as time moves. Think on it, Aegon. There is no time to turn your back… Dorne wish for autonomy. Perhaps that is something we can give them, provided there is a link between our two families. If not, we can crush them… with three dragons, against sand snakes and the desert. They seem to be forgetting that the Targaryens enjoy the heat.”
The way he pedalled backwards, words unsewing the path he’d made, would etch a smirk on her lips. “Do not forget, Aegon. I am your sister, not your toy. And I certainly am not Rhaenys. You could sing me a song, but it would mean nothing. I would listen, but I wouldn’t remember the words that spew from your lips. Songs mean very little in this life, Aegon. They will be sung when we are dead, atop a funeral pyre. They will be sung for centuries to come, perhaps—the three-headed dragon that took the whole of Westeros… but we will never hear them. Time is cruel. We will grow old, or we will die protecting your throne. We achieved a lot as of recent, dear brother. Perhaps we should celebrate what we have now. Take Dorne bloodlessly… assimilate them in, slowly, with patience. I know that isn’t your strong point, but it will prevail.”
Brazen fingers brushing over the coarse hairs adorning his cheeks, her head would turn and the tips of her digits would trail, ghost-dragging nails down the crook of his neck to flush against skin at his collar. “What did I say, Aegon? A selfish man. Many men wish for my affection… and perhaps it is known to use that to an advantage… but I am not Rhaenys. You are my only. Do not make me regret that.”
Eyebrows peaked atop her forehead, amusement coiling the edges of her lips into a laugh-stricken smile. “You have too much faith in yourself, sweet brother. You will not always make me come—I am my own woman-- that, I can do myself. Besides, it seems you have been far too busy with our sister as of late… maybe you should spend the night with her.” Perhaps a part of her was jealous, truly, pettily. Rhaenys was the object of many a man’s affections, and acted upon it, only to remain in Aegon’s arms for longer—though there was only Visenya’s own prowess to cause him to grapple for words, and for that, she was thankful. She enjoyed his pleas.
“When the sun goes down, you will come up. Find my bed and then you may lay in it—if you are so desperate.”
( brother ):
( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) excuse me? you were the one who always got soap in everyone’s eyes. i deserved to hog the bath water. ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) for the sake of not being a complete creep, they’re deleted ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) but only because rhaenys would be mad that someone has better nudes than her ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) …….not that i’ve seen her nudes too but………….
( SMS TO: brother dearest ): has anyone ever told you that you're creepy as shit? ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): because it's true. you are. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): if you have indecent photos of rhae on there i'll kick you in the dick so best delete those too. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): besides, rhae's a lot more petite. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): it seems to me that you're more into women who could beat you up ;-)
Like for a starter.
DARK RP STARTERS
"You'll be fine."
"I'm afraid it's very fatal."
"These test results..don't make any sense."
"How far can your arm go before it breaks?"
"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."
"What does he have that I don't"
"Why did he choose her instead of me?"
"..Why?"
"Make as many stab wounds as you want."
"I am destined as your tool."
"The girl must die."
"The boy must die."
"I want to taste your blood on my lips."
"Where do we go from here?"
"These voices..cease to let me be."
"I..can't stop crying."
"Use me as you will."
"None of it matters now."
"Shadows fallow my every step."
"You've gone..completely mad."
"I'm barking mad."
"Winter is coming."
"I could kill you right now."
"You..You're dead!"
"May the lord have mercy on your soul."
"The mental ward let me out early this year."
"Oh how i miss the voices."
"Everyone is equal when they're dead."
"Cancel Christmas."
"Bring me more war."
"I love war."
"I piss on your traditions."
"I hate your heart."
"I hate your soul."
"I promise, you won't feel a thing."
"Bring her to me."
"Bring him to me."
"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."
"I hate everything about you."
"I will abandon you."
"What is that girl up to?"
"I am stretched on your grave."
"Kill me now.."
"If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."
"You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."
"I don't care."
"Leave me behind."
"Everything you've told me was a lie!"
"Everything I've told yo was a lie!"
"How could you ever think to leave them behind?"
"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."
"My last breath will be your curse."
"He will KILL you."
"She will KILL you."
"I did noting."
"It was an accident!"
"You've killed your own brother!"
"I want nothing to do with him!"
"How can I possibly trust you?"
"Pathetic."
( brother ):
( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) bitch we took baths together as children ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) it aint nothin’ 5 year old me hasn’t seen ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) but for the sake of being not creepy af… fine ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) if you smack me i’m keeping the nudes ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) btw the lighting in the butt shot is great ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) a+ iphone photography there sissy
( SMS TO: brother dearest ): key word; five year old you. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): besides, you hogged all the water-- none of what you're saying makes me want to send you anything. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): aegon, delete them and stop talking about them or i really will whack you ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): ......but thank you. i know. ( SMS TO: brother dearest ): delete them on the basis that if someone finds them on your phone, you have some real tough explaining to do.
( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) uhhhhh… these meant for your bro? ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) because that’s who you sent them to ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) not that i don’t enjoy a good nude ( SMS TO: dark sista ♔ ) but i enjoy a good nude in person better
( SMS TO: aegon dearest ): ... delete these from your phone ( SMS TO: aegon dearest ): now. ( SMS TO: aegon dearest ): this just got into a whole new realm of creepy. ( SMS TO: aegon dearest ): don't make me come and smack you, brother
( aegon ):
He wanted to choose, he truly did, but couldn’t bring himself to do such. If he had a soft spot for anything, it would be his two sisters. They truly were the only family he had. He had dreamed of marrying each of them, both separately and together. If he were to marry just Rhaenys, he would have a queen loved by the people, a proper queen who would dance with all the high Lords and sing sweet songs to their children. If anyone was made to be a proper Queen, it was Rhaenys. But Visenya was the essence of power. With Dark Sister in one hand and a shield in the other, she would be the most fearsome Queen the world had ever seen. Surely, she would not make the high Lords happy with praise and dances, but she could rule, perhaps just as well as he could. She had always been closer to him in mind instead of in bed. Surely, Rhaenys would give him all the sons he needed, but Visenya would give him more than that. “I know of Rhaenys’ reactions to ideas of a… non-traditional Valyrian marriage. I have thought much of arranging a marriage for her, though I cannot see potential in any of the Lords of the Kingdoms we have taken.” He lets a sigh out at this, fingertips meeting his forehead in thought, and he shakes his head. “Perhaps it is my love for her clouding my judgment. She would make a fine Queen, truly, but the allegiances to be made through marriage are strong as well… I have received a raven from the Dornish Princess; she speaks of peril in Dorne since we have blocked all trade routes to the Kingdom. It looks as if this strategy of politics has taken it’s toll on the Dornish, since Princess Myria speaks of talking of joining the Kingdoms, though she asks for much in return. I have thought about marrying Rhaenys to Myria’s son, Loran I believe his name is. I have heard much of him. He is a good fighter, I am told— good with spear and shield. One informant has told me he is of good heart as well, a kind man who studies much when he is not practicing in the yard and giving counsel to his mother. He would be a good match for Rhaenys, if these words of him are true. I have not returned a letter to Myria yet. I had hoped to think on the decision more. You know how loathe it would be to give up a sister of mine to another man, though I know of Rhaenys’ other… affairs. Still, I am possessive of each of you.” Speaking of the choice out loud somehow helps to clear his head of what to do in this situation. He knows the Faith of the Seven will not permit him to marry both of his sisters, no matter how much he may wish to and how much he may threaten them. It would be unwise to go against the religion of his people, that was certain. He may not give a damn about the Gods, but Visenya ultimately spoke truth. He must respect the Faith, at the least, if he wanted the people to accept his rule. “There is reason you are my top counselor, sweet sister. Though your words may not be sweet, they are honest.” A small laugh comes from Aegon at that, and eyes of violet meet her’s. Her next words force his grin to turn to a smirk, and he shakes his head in amusement. “It has been a long while, my dark sister.” The feeling of her warm breath on his ear and neck cause small goosebumps to raise on his skin. While he shares a bed with Rhaenys most every night, his warrior of a sister is not so easily pleased.
A strong arm reaches out to wrap itself around her waist, holding her with the same strength that took the Kingdoms. “My fierce Visenya, you truly are a brute, making me wait until the night falls for you to warm my bed. You forget that my bed is just as cold in the morning as in the evening.”
Plans would unfurl before her eyes, skating on the thin line between Aegon’s own needs and the needs of his kingdom. They had only been blessed by the Gods for their sweet brother—strong and courageous, though he was, the churning of ideas under his thick head would bring the Targaryen name well-deserved fame. He was the medium between both Visenya and Rhaenys—it was only right for him to forge a throne from iron and sit upon it; he was a m a r v e l in himself.
"You seem to speak with no wish for my advice—Rhaenys is not stupid, dear brother. Rhaenys would make a decent queen. We have sparked something here, brother… a legacy—the Targaryen name will never sit in the dust again. It will be emblazoned on every wall in Westeros, in bright dragonfire, it will sing of our conquest, of how we took the armoured kingdoms. The pyromancers will sing for us, and etch our name in wildfire… they will pay homage to us, for our dragons, for the great Balerion, the strong Vhagar and the valiant Meraxes. Do you not see, brother? What happens now is your choice… and your choice alone. You have my counsel… and you have the counsel of those around you. I wish not for you to rule over a burned kingdom, but Westeros will burn if it doesn’t bend its knee. There is nothing the people can do when they must seek refuge from us—when they are penniless and in need, when they mourn the death of their friends and families… if Rhaenys will not marry a Dornishman, I will make sure your kingdom hails you.”
Eyes would shift toward him, quickly raking over the mound of muscle clinging to his shoulders. “Be careful though, Aegon. These... Dornishmen are tricksy, and though cutting trade from its walls may lead them to your feet, there is naught you can do to keep their heads bowed and their knees bent. Rhaenys must do that, and, well… I do not know whether the Dornish are quite so lenient with… our sweet sister’s… apt copulation. And perhaps they do not like her—you sent her to Dorne to take it----should you not like to meet this Loran before you ship our sister off to marry him?
You cannot put faith in all your informants, not from this land. Me, Aegon. You must trust me, and Rhaenys. We are your sisters, we are your lovers. If you trust anyone’s counsel, it should be ours. Though you strike yourself into a pit, brother. You cannot be possessive of me—for I am not your possession. I am not yours to own, I am a fighter in my own right. You would do well to remember that, if you do not wish to end up in the dirt. Perhaps I wished away from you… then I would go, freely. I am a Targaryen, a warrior, and a leader. Do not mistake what lies between my legs for weakness.”
The wry smirk twitched at her lips, smug and unfaltering as words spilled from his lips. “If I cannot tell my idiot brother what he is to do, then who can?” A hand would lift, smoothing fingertips over the graze of stubble that clung to his cheeks. Her head tilted, twisting to glance up at violet irises. “----No more a brute than you, dear brother. Your bed may be cold, though my body not much warmer. When night falls, my armour comes off. Not a moment before—you know this, my sweet… Unless you do not wish for me to come at all…” The smirk would thrum through her voice, dainty digits ghosting over the back of his hand, before prying at the wrap snaking tightly around her waist. “I may oblige either way.”
( aegon ):
His brows furrowed when she spoke. Aegon knew that Rhaenys would not mind the arrangement, but swaying Visenya would be another battle in itself. He could tell by the expression that painted her face that she was not pleased. He craned his neck to the side for a moment, thinking of how to better explain his reasons. The simple truth was that he could not deny either of them. Rhaenys, with her sweet charm and lovely smile, with her softer nature fit for a queen— he had never been able to deny his youngest sister. Each night, when she came to his bed, he could not turn her down, though many nights he wished to be with Visenya instead. "You know my stubborn nature well, sister dearest. It has been a question that has plagued me since the beginning of this journey to rule, and one that has kept me up many a night. My two sweet sisters… If the world has made anyone worthy of rule, its my two sisters. I suppose it feels wrong of me to deny either of you that claim. I have thought much about sending Rhaenys to some high lord but… I simply cannot fathom having either of you not at my side.” Aegon’s face turns to a frown, as all the good and bad runs through his mind. Would this be the right choice? If he sent Rhaenys to a lord, would it really give him any gain? So far, he had learned to take what was his with force— a marriage could not gain him what dragonfire couldn’t.
”I do not give a damn about these Westerosi gods, all seven or seventeen of them, whatever it may be. The Faith will realize that if they do not want their gods burnt to the ground, they will do as I tell them. I must think on it still, and talk to Rhaenys and the rest of the counsel, but I wished for you to know before the rest.”
"Of course I do, brother. Not only have I lived with you all my life, but I know the same disposition. I have the same disposition. It is in our blood— have you never seen how Rhaenys reacts to mere suggestions? She is… deeply invested in her reading, as I, my war strategy—and you, my sweet Aegon, everything.” Ideally, she’d want him to pick. After deliberation, of course, choose his bride with absolute control. Aegon would be in control of that and though sweet Rhaenys would ripen with sadness, she would feel lesser pains with whatever life she’d lead.
Or, perhaps, Visenya would take her leave. Allow both of her siblings to live the married life Aegon seemed to wish for so badly; children, many of them, warriors and poets alike, cacophonous noise flooding from the corners of the castles in this King’s Landing from screeching siblings and bickering babes. Perhaps Visenya would become something more— an ally to King Aegon in one of the kingdoms they’d taken.
“We are two sides of the same coin, Aegon. You know that. Both sweet Rhaenys and I are opposite—perhaps that is good, to rule from both ends, but there will be fights… she is kind, and gentle, as gentle as a princess… and I… have little sympathy for those who pitch against us. Before you forget, my dear brother, I do have power… I can take cities without bloodshed.
I understand your deliberation, brother. I understand your suggestion. You are selfish. There, my king brother, I said it. You will not send either one of us away, because you would have two to pleasure you… two to talk to… two to be with. I know, Aegon, that I would hate to be parted from either of you.”
Though, a chuckle would flit between her lips, and lilac eyes would roll in their sockets “You’d better start giving a damn, brother dearest. The Westerosi gods are sacred to the people… if there is anything to keep your power, it is not our dragons. My Vhagar can only do so much—and he will burn every city to the ground, if that is what it takes. But that will not bring trust to our people.
Thank you, brother. For speaking to me first. It pleases me that you wish to make me one of your queens it has been too long since we shared a bed together.” The Targaryen would lean in, tepid breath tapping against the tip of his ear, “Perhaps tonight I shall join you —you have taken far too much by force, dear Aegon.”
Sentence Meme [Game of Thrones style]
"Winter is coming."
"I am not your little princess."
"I don’t want to be a queen, I want to be the queen.”
"We’ve have idiot kings and we’ve had vicious kings, but I don’t know if we’ve ever had a vicious idiot for a king!"
"More wine."
"Everyone who isn’t us in an enemy."
"I am the god of tits and wine."
"The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands."
"Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one is between her legs."
"The gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods."
"Nobody cares what your father once told you."
"There are no men like me. Only me."
"Why have the gods condemned me to love a hateful woman?"
"Everything’s better with some wine in the belly."
"You were kind to me, I remember."
"All these years and I still feel like an outsider when I come here."
"I wish I was the monster that you think I am!"
"My brother has his sword, I have my mind."
"Woman? Is that meant to insult me?"
"Honor made you leave, and honor brought you back."
"Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it (the world). I don’t want to be most of us."
"A man without friends is a man without power."
"Everyone is mine to torment!"
"A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of sheep."
"A mother does not flee without her children."
"Any man who must say ‘I am the king’ is no true king."
"I will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me."
"I want to look him in the eye and ask, ‘Why?’"
"They’re a family. I’ve never had a family."
"I can be your family."
"Those who have the most power have the least grace."
"I will answer injustice with justice."
"I am not questioning your honor. I’m denying its existence."
"All I know is that she was the one thing I ever wanted."
"What we don’t know is usually what gets us killed."
"I did what I did not to slight you, but because I loved another."
"Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who have hurt the ones we love?"
"I will not become a page in someone else’s history book."
( aegon ):
A chuckle comes when she mentions Rhaenys. A more typical beauty the younger sister may be, Aegon never would forget the unspoken loveliness of the elder. Clad in steel and mail, Visenya was still beautiful. She knew many of the men in his camp lusted after her— who could deny a woman better with a sword and shield than himself, who rode a fierce dragon with pride? Aegon knew well the enigmatic fairness of Visenya, and would fight a thousand men to keep her out of the arms of another. Yet there was Rhaenys, too. The younger of the two who gave herself to him almost nightly. The softer shape of her body was no doubt a reason for any man to commit to her, but even in the nights he spent with his hands grasping at Rhaenys, he thought of Visenya. His eyes follow the sun cresting the horizon for a long moment, watching as the colors of the morn paint the sky. The land was his now, and his it would always be. And yet, it was as much his sisters as well. They had fought as valiantly as he for the kingdoms, and both deserved to have their names known. He pondered that for a moment as he watched the sun. ”It is about both you and Rhaenys. As you say, I will rule— but what of the two sisters at my side? I cannot reduce either of you to less than what you are; rulers in your own own right. If naught for you and our sister, this land would would not know the Targaryen name and our rule.” They reached the top of a hill, far from the camp which they had made a makeshift home. His eyes of lilac finally found his sister, wondering what she was thinking.
“I do not believe I can choose between you and our sister, as far as queens go.”
His words were pellets, stunning her in her chest, knocking breath from between her lips. Brows furrowing together, perplexed and uncertain, though misted all at once.
“You mean----- You wish for all of us to rule at once, Aegon?”
Her lips would purse, her eyes darting over his body with great scrutiny— older, she was, though perhaps Rhaenys would be more suited for the job. She delved more into the songs and poems of the lands, and when a silk dress was slung over her petite figure, the younger Targaryen was at home. She could dance with the greatest, and lure their brother into bed with a quick flutter of a smile and a coaxing of her wrist—but Visenya would not prove her worth with wanton and lust. Voluptuous, she was, a woman's body, though with a greater penchant for war, not peace. Equally, they’d delve into politics; fair leaders, they’d be, but perhaps boredom would strike her often.
“You are known for being stubborn, dear brother. I know better than to reason when it seems your mind is ready made up. I believed I would marry you, bear you sons. Though I never believed I would share my husband with my own sister it is a strange arrangement. To which gods will you make this declaration?
We will all rule… Dear. My unconventional brother can’t make up his mind. There is political gain—you can get the people on your side, if you marry one of their own. Or marry Rhaenys off to a rich lord, keep Targaryen purity going still… though if the gods allow it, all three of us shall be married.”
( aegon ):
“Can I not visit with my beautiful sister?” A small smirk grows at his own words. Aegon was used to the blunt nature of the elder of his two sisters. Rhaenys was sweet and lovely, vivacious and all that a woman should be; Visenya was an enigma— the female warrior that made bloodshed look like a work of art. Both sisters he appreciated, but something about the fiercer of the two intrigued him further than the classic beauty of the other. ”But if I must be seeking something… it would be your counsel. Come.”
Aegon makes a movement with his hand, gesturing for her to walk beside him. Once her strides are in sync with his own, he looks to her, analyzing each micromovement of her features. She always fascinated him. “Now that this war is won, the ruling must begin. King’s Landing shall become our capital. The castles are being constructed as we speak. But there are… other matters to attend to as well. Ones I must speak with you and Rhaenys about. I figured I would speak with you first, though.”
“As I said before, sweet brother-- Rhaenys is away.”
A smirk would follow, coiling hands bunching in the wave of fabric which flitted across her chest though she’d find comfort in the finest silks the new lands had to offer, there was nothing to couple the sensation of iron chinks bound to her breast, nor the power evoked by a sleeping sword swinging at her side; power, she’d grapple for. The elder of the sisters, and Aegon’s first lover, Visenya would await the title of QUEEN, to hear it under the bated breath of her brother as his calloused hands gripped to her thighs, hips rolling into hers as sweat pricked at his marred chest— queen Visenya.
“Then I am yours to give advice. What is your matter?”
Her eyes would shift, away from her brother, and climb the rungs of the horizon; the land was different- it was plentiful, and in need of a good ruler. “What matters do you wish to speak of, brother dearest? You will rule, as you have conquered, Rhaenys and I will be at your side, and our enemies will tremble when they hear the Targaryen name. I do not see an issue.”
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