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# 𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐈 𝐋 𝐀 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐒 𝐀 ― an independent & selective roleplay blog for the princes, aegon iii targaryen & viserys ii targaryen, from grrm's ❛ fire & blood ❜ and the hbo series ❛ house of the dragon ❜. combines book & show canon with musings. the princes are targaryens, in.cest may be mentioned on this blog ― please hardblock me if this is an issue for you. mutuals only. strictly 21+. pennedby avery. ( he / him, 29 yrs )

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : being abandoned & abandoning hope , a lamb amongst wolves , childhood fears turning to lived experiences , the gift of charm & the curse of solitude , ransom & reunification , the darkest hours of the night , inflection & destruction , youngests becoming eldests , returning to the places visited only in dreams .

#𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃: 4th March 2025

hammerthe

@darilarossa [ VISERYS ] : you're a prince. act like one. / THE WOLF AND THE WOODSMAN

if he had intended to, the words find their mark in him at once, burrowing under his skin with such certainty he is surprised he does not step back, but he cannot do that. not even with king viserys. the moment he begins stepping back and giving ground, he thinks, he will not stop, not even had he done it against his great grandsire in a mere conversation. he blinks, shoulders straightening and chin raising, forcing what burning he had felt at the reprimand to recede. he can examine what shame had risen in him later. “ i've gone to every banquet but this one, ” he had been hiding, he can admit, but he had gone to all the others. he had stood by father's side hearing whilst he spoke with the other noble lords. perhaps it was not princely, to escape his guard and hide with the hope of not being found until it was time for him to be abed, but prince aegon would be there, present, and he did not wish to see his grandsire today. the training yard had proved more difficult than usual, and daemon's face had brought him more irritation than it ever did, and all he wished to do was avoid the rest of the court for the remaining hours of the day.

“ i did not mean — ” the words trip in his tongue, looking down. he had meant his actions, only he had not meant to be found. “ i did not think i would see anyone. ”

darilarossa

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 . 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 , 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 . 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 , 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; 𝚢𝚎𝚝 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛 . 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 — 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 .

❛ no, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚕𝚢 . ❛ you did not think. ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 , 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 , 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 ? 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 ? 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 — 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 .

❛ you are a prince of the realm. you are in line to inherit the iron throne, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . ❛ your absence is noticed more greatly than your presence. now, tell me boy, what is it that you are hiding from? ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 ( 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 ? ) , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗 , 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 . 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 . 𝚋𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 ; 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 .

#( viserys is so Haunted by the narrative )#( and the worst part ?? )#( when aegon - his brother - was alive )#( he never truly got to acknowledge his own traumas )#hammerthe #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」

lady-arryn

George MacKay as Hamlet OPHELIA (2018) dir. Claire McCarthy

#❖ — 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙹𝙾𝚈. 「 aegon iii 」#❖ — 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚀𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙻𝙱𝙰𝚁. 「 musings 」

dancestead

@darilarossa said : i've seen the way you look at the horizon . you're searching for something / darilarossa (viserys ii targaryen) to elaena targaryen

she cannot compare it to her time at the maidenvault, she knows, and yet at times, when she stands by the highest windows of the keep and looks into the ocean, there is a pang of remembrance at it still. she remembers standing by its windows, burrowing under books and staring at the sky and wishing she could be outside rather than locked away. much has changed since then. uncle viserys had been crowned after baelor's passing, rather than daena ( and that is still a bitter thing to stomach, despite her love for her uncle remaining as it ever had ), and he had set them free. she could walk through the castle as she had in her childhood, back when father remained king and alive, back when the world had seemed limitless and much brighter than it had turned under her brother.

and now... she looks towards where she knows the ocean lays and wonders if alyn velaryon is returning. he must be. his grandsire had been the greatest sailor westeros had seen. he had done voyages as well, had known the ocean all his life, and had returned each time in the past. he would return now as well ( it is easier, to think of that, than of how treacherous the ocean could turn even to those most familiar to it. ) “ you know who i await for, uncle. ” she attempts, to take the insolence out of her voice, but she knows she does not succeed completely. “ i will see the ship one of these days, so i must look for it. ”

darilarossa

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 , 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘 , 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 , 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 . 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 — 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 .

❛ the gods granted me fortune to return to these lands as a boy, elaena… but most, unfortunately, are not half so blessed. ❜ 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 , 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 . ❛ he is gone and it is okay to grieve, but you must not let it consume you as such. you cannot stand vigil night and day for a life lost to sea. ❜

𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 , 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 , 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 , 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 , 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .

#❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」#dancestead

loreforged

❛ no. ❜

unwise, perhaps, to refuse the king anything, but gaemon has never made any great claim to wisdom ― the son of whores, born and raised in the dregs of the city, with no education to speak of, though he supposes any plea of ignorance will only get him so far. he doubts it will excuse willful disobedience. his lip curls, smile a little meaner now, eyes a little harder. ❛ you can have me whipped again, if you’d like, but i’m not getting you your sword. ❜ a scoff catches in the back of his throat, and gaemon turns his back on aegon entirely, pacing over to one of the windows overlooking the bailey below, men - at - arms and servants and courtiers scurrying about like so many ants.

❛ …do you remember what they did to my mothers? ❜ not waiting for an answer, gaemon barrels on, his breathing growing heavier for just a moment, before he manages to even it out once more, ❛ they tortured them. for days. and then, when they finally told them what they wanted to hear, they hung them from the battlements. and then they made me look at them. ❜ the words stick in his throat, though he forces himself to choke them out. silence, for a few moments more, in which gaemon struggles to maintain his neutral expression ― how hard he’s gripping his own arms gives him away, surely. when he finds it again, his voice is hard.

❛ you aren’t the only who lost their family, aegon. ❜

rarely does his ire rise to meet aegon’s, gaemon’s easy nature a complement to the young king’s more guarded demeanour, but nothing riles him more than memories of his mothers’ last days ― they’d let him see his mama essie, after she’d confessed the truth of his parentage, and the sight of her, broken and bloodied on the damp stone floor of that cell, is burned into the backs of his eyelids. he hadn’t seen mama sylve again until he’d watched her swing. his stomach churns, and gaemon has to squeeze his eyes closed.

❛ leave the damn painting alone. it’s not as though you’ll ever have to look at it again if you don't want to. ❜

darilarossa

𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 , 𝚂𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 . 𝚢𝚎𝚝 , 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 , 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 , 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 . 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 — 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 .

❛ viserys would get it for me. he wouldn’t hesitate. ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 , 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 . 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 , 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚐𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 ; 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 ; 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 ; 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 . 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

❛ i'm getting my sword. ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 . 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 . 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ? 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 ? 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 , 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 . 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 .

#( aegon as king of i'm not listening to you rn )#loreforged #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 「 aegon iii 」

jannwrites

film ask meme : NOSFERATU (2024) directed by ROBERT EGGERS.

a selection of lines from the 2024 film nosferatu. modified for rp purposes.

you are not for the living. you are not for human kind.

do you swear it?

come here. there is nothing to be afraid of.

today is of the utmost importance for us.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

i must tell you my dream.

standing before me, all in black, was Death.

the stench of their bodies was horrible.

i had never been so happy as that moment, as i held hands with Death.

never speak these things aloud. never.

i wish you to have all you deserve.

it's worth celebrating your adventure. i envy you.

i fear their past melancholy is returning.

don't let them feed me to the monster!

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

beware his shadow. the shadow covers you in a nightmare.

you are late. the midnight hour is passed.

i fear we yet keep close many superstitions here that may seem backward to someone of your high learning.

they exhumed a corpse.

i might ease your wound.

come by the fire. your face shows you unwell.

why ever did you bring that here?

what can cheer this poor humor, my love?

do you ever feel, at times, as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts, set apart, at times. small or alone.

you are fortunate in your love.

it is a black omen to journey in poor health.

no one. i am no one.

he loves the pretty ones best.

you are lost in his shadow.

remain here. his evil cannot enter this house of God.

soon i will be no more a shadow to you.

your spirit was never enough.

no matter. i miscalculated the stars.

hermes will not render my black sulfur gold this evening.

do not revel what is sacred to dogs.

does evil come from within us or from beyond?

this evil, what it it is, how it has been summoned - unleashed - i know not.

there is a dread storm rising.

your bond shall not survive me.

it is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself.

i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel.

if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists.

i told you, you are not of human kind.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

i cannot be sated without you.

remember how once we were?

you have never liked me.

nothing you can say will shake me - for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him.

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind.

your horror has rent our hearts, but you must hear us.

these nightmares do exist! they exist!

the monster left you to the wolves, and yet you prevailed.

we must know evil to be able to destroy it. we must discover it within ourselves.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

i feel his hold upon me this night.

i am ready. i bid you, come to me.

i relinquished him my soul.

god is beyond our morals.

#( still need to watch this one actually )#❖ — 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂. 「 prompts 」

worthyheir-deactivated20260318

Aegon's arrival to Dragonstone had been met with chaos, but there had only been one thought in his mind, and that was that Viserys was still out there, and despite his mother's express command to remain behind, he could not. It was his direct actions that had placed his youngest brothers upon that ship, which meant he was responsible for finding the last, all of their youngest brother, and bringing him home. Aegon could not be blamed: it was a miracle Stormcloud had managed to carry him to Dragonstone, despite his abrupt death after. A tragedy he could help his brother deal with once he ensured there was not a second, and that Viserys' life was not lost as well.

It had been a risk, to fly so low, and he had done so mostly evasively, not fighting, only searching for his brother, a silver hear hid amongst their allies or foes, that might alert him to the boy's presence on any of the ships in the chaos.

Vermax was shot - but the dragon had to have lived still. Jace would know, were Vermax dead, he was certain, and he could feel otherwise. Despite the pain he was in himself, having been struck by arrows in the battle, and getting aboard a ship from the water had been an exhausting effort that had led to his capture in the end - though he had killed several of their men before he had been overtaken.

Keeping him alive had been a choice - he was the heir to Queen Rhaenyra, which meant he was a valuable hostage, though his injuries were hastily treated, and only done so in order to prevent his death. He could still feel every single one of them, even more so with his arms chained over his head, seated uncomfortably on the ground, shoulder aching from where it was bandaged, had been struck by arrows. The only solace was that he was not forced to stand on the injured leg.

The only solace until he heard his brother's voice again. A regret that Viserys had been captured to, but a quick glance over his brother seems that he was not injured so much as terrified. "You did exactly as you should have." Aegon had been distraught, trembling and sobbing as his brother was now, but there was no other way they would have known about the battle until it was too late, if he had not. "And you found me, see? I came here to find you." Trying to lighten the mood in the air, to help calm his brother. It is not as though he can return the embrace, his arms chained above his hands, though he does try, despite the pain it causes him to strain his muscles, to try and free at least one hand. "ōdrikagon ao issi?" ('Are you hurt?')

darilarossa

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 , 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 , 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 , 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 ― 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 , 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 .

𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 , 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

❛ um, d – daor. i’m not hurt. b – but… is aegon okay? ❜

𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 .

❛ i watched him as long as i could, b – but i couldn't see... i couldn't see anything. i couldn't even see you, a – and now you're here. you're trapped here, with me, and they're taking us away forever. ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 , 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋 , 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 : 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 , 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

#( nooo jace don't hurt yourself for vis )#worthyheir #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」

𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 . 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 . 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 .

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 , 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚕 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 – 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 .

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 , 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 : 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚊 .

❛ j — jace? ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 , ❛ oh, jace! i — i was so scared. i sent aegon home, i told him to fly on stormcloud. he didn't want to, but i made him! i — i was trying to be brave, like you, b — but i'm not. ❜

𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 , 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 , 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 .

@worthyheir : ❛ sometimes we have to pretend. ❜ ― 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 — 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 .

#( i actually lied earlier )#( this is why i wanted to know about the fanart )#( somewhat based off that one pic )#worthyheir #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」#❖ — 𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚃. 「 inbox 」

ilcits

jace and little aegon 🥺

#( this is actually my unofficial viserys fc )#❖ — 𝙽𝙾 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」#❖ — 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚀𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙻𝙱𝙰𝚁. 「 musings 」

heireign

@darilarossa liked for a one liner ( for viserys ii )

“ i have always been fond of the bow; it may not be the most up-front form of combat, for it need be fired at a distance — but if you master it, if you learn your weapon and you learn the amount of strength that it takes to pull it back just so…. you will hit your target, my dear. ‘tis a challenge, to be sure, but one I believe you shall welcome, if you give it a chance. “

darilarossa

𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙱𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 .

❛ but, i don’t want to. i want to train with a sword, like father and jace and luke and — ❜ @realmsdelite

𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 — 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 — 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 . 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 .

#realmsdelite #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」

jofreys

@darilarossa [ viserys ] said : ❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞

“ i noticed, you little pest. ” there is nothing but the utmost fondness in his tone as he says it, however, smile tugging at his lips upwards and arms reaching towards his little brother to lift him, gently deposing him a few steps away. away from his things. he had opened the door to his chambers only to notice a second too late it had been slightly ajar, and his brother already walking through the room. not that he cares to close it off properly, but he doubts his little brother rummaging through his things can be taken as an indicator of how secure entrance was. although he wonders if he should not be somewhere else. had he not been kept busy when he had been viserys' age ? he could have sworn that were so. still. he would rather not have him looking through his correspondence if possible, and his eyes shift quickly towards the stack at his desk, haphazardly set aside in his own order. “ should you not be with aegon at this hour ? ”

darilarossa

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽 , 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 . 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 - 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 .

❛ i … finished all my studies for the day, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 . ❛ aegon insisted on staying back, but i didn't … so. ❜

𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 , 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 , 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 ― 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 , 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 ― 𝚘𝚛 , 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 , 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 .

#( viserys you little criminal )#jofreys #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴. 「 viserys ii 」

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gaemon doesn’t flinch in the face of aegon’s anger, misdirected as it may be. while the young king is hardly prone to outbursts, or to overt displays of emotion at all, they are hardly unheard of, particularly when aegon finds himself struggling with something ― one particular thing that seems to plague him relentlessly, day and night, waking hours and dreams alike. the something missing from this very painting. he says nothing, at first, merely studies aegon with his head tilted, before a slow smile spreads across his face, as out of place as ever in the face of aegon’s persistent melancholy.

❛ you’re not going to put your sword through it. someone worked hard on that. don’t ruin it just because you don’t like it. ❜

quick as a viper’s strike, he’s caught aegon by the wrist, grip loose enough that his friend could escape it if he truly wanted to. with his other hand he lifts the hem of the loose shirt he wears, never anything as fancy as even the other servants in the keep, the finery ill - suited for him. he wipes at the paint staining the tips of aegon’s fingers, clucking his tongue. there’s no reproach in his eyes, as he lifts his gaze to meet a purple so dark it was almost black, in certain lights. he’d not seek to scold aegon for this, for his sadness, but at times there seems a pointlessness to it all, to dragging it behind him like a stone.

❛ they’re never going to look right, aegon. the paintings. there’s always going to be something missing. you just need to learn to see the right in them, even with the wrong. ❜

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𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 ― 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 . 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 . 𝚢𝚎𝚝 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 ; 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 .

❛ there is no right when there is so much wrong. ❜

𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚎 , 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 , 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 ― 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 . 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 ― 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 .

❛ i want my sword, gaemon. ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 . 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 , 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 ( 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 ) 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 .

#loreforged #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 「 aegon iii 」

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@darilarossa ( aegon iii ) sent a raven: Why does everybody hate us?

The sun was beginning to set, finally putting the long day to rest. Food had been had and baths had been given. Daemon had already retired for the evening and she had sent the maids away, simply wanting time with her youngest child. Though she had duties of the queen, she was still a mother and that would always come first, no matter what. And she would not be a mother who let her children go without knowing her on a personal level. She would not be a ghost in their lives.

Fingers carded through soft silver-blonde strands, a gentle smile resting on lips. Rhaenyra soaked up every moment she had with her children, tonight was spent with Aegon, his brothers long put to bed and sleeping. Silence had fallen over them for quite some time until his small voice pulled her from her thoughts. Thoughts that were plagued with countless what if's and not end in sight. She was thankful for the distraction, even if the boys question tied into her worries of impending war.

"No one hates you, my love," she was quick to assure him, hand smoothing over his curls. "They are...they are upset with me. If I am honest," she sighed softly, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of his head. "Why do you ask, has someone said something?"

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𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙾 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 , 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 : 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 . 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 . 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 , 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 , 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚘 - 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 . 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗-𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 .

𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 . 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 . 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 , 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 .

❛ why are they upset with you? ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 . ❛ you didn't do anything wrong. ❜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 , 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 ― 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ; 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 ( 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 ) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 . 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 , 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚡 .

#onetrueheir #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 「 aegon iii 」

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— from darilarossa (aegon iii)

SONG ASSOCIATIONS — @darilarossa sent 🌠 ( 🌠 a song for our muses )

this song but it’s primarily aegon’s dealing with his grief after the loss of his mother and his entire family —

#heireign #❖ — 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙹𝙾𝚈. 「 aegon iii 」#❖ — 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚀𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙻𝙱𝙰𝚁. 「 musings 」#❖ — 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳. 「 headcanons 」

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the offer that she had placed before her fourth borne son as they had broken their fast that morn had been open ended, in truth. so that he might feel as if he could deny it should he not be quite that comfortable yet — and her little boy had thought on it for a long moment; before he had nodded, and said quietly that yes, yes, he wanted to at least try to go. she had turned to him mere moments after they had arrived, with a worried little furrow still forming between her brows when he had not moved to stand before her, so he might begin to greet her councilors, and had instead clung to his place behind her - hiding his face in her skirts as he did. the look in his eyes as he had peered up at her then had been one of true, unwilling terror - the sort of fear that one did not know why they were so affected by, or what about it frightened them so, only that it did — and her heart had clenched as he had whispered an explanation, an apology, before he had buried his face once more against her. she had offered then, to call for someone to take him back to his rooms, and then, had offered to take him herself - to take him somewhere doubtless far more comfortable for him, and he had said only that he wanted to stay with her. she had knelt, then, before her son, uncaring of the eyes upon them as she pulled him gently into her arms and hugged him, offering a reassuring squeeze before she pressed a lighht kiss to the top of his head and rose — taking up his hand again, and at last turning to her councillors with a light, and easy ( shall we begin ? )

now, the woman sits on the side of his bed, her gaze cast slightly down as she finishes tucking in the corners of his duvet just so — not too tight, but secure, the way he preferred it. satisfied, she glances back up at her son’s face, shaking her head firmly as he speaks, voice brokering no room for contradiction, and quiet, as she says, “ you did not need to, if you could not. there is naught for you to apologize for, sweetling — you did no wrong, “ there was naught wrong with his tendency toward whispers, nor was there anything wrong with him sometimes not feeling comfortable speaking at all. he had made the attempt, though she would not have wanted him to at all, if she had known just how much the experience would overwhelm him. he had made the attempt, and he had tried. and if this was her little boy’s best, it would be more then enough. yet she is proud of him for it all the same, for the trying, “ if you wish to continue, “ the words are soft, “ it shall get easier — a bit, with every attempt. i cannot say it will not be as scary, but it will get better, with time. if you do not wish to….it will be alright, aegon. i will not be angry with you. i am not angry with you. “

her hand reaches out, moving to cup the side of his face within her palm – the pad of her thumb stroking a featherlight arc across the apple of his cheek before she spoke, “ i know how difficult that must have been. how difficult, it always is — and yet still you agreed to the attempt. you agreed, to try. i am so very proud of you, my boy, “ she shook her head once more, the corners of her lips curling upward into a tender smile, “ there is no need for an apology. “

darilarossa

𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙾 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 : 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ― 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 ― 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 , 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ― 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 , 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 , 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 . 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 , 𝚝𝚘𝚘 , 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 ― 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 , 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .

❛ luke says that… when i am a man grown, i may not need to sit in on council meetings with you, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 . ❛ or… or, jace, when he is of age. ❜

𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 , 𝚝𝚘𝚘 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎 . 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 , 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 , 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜 ( 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 ) 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 ; 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢 , 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 . 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 , 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 - 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖 .

❛ is it true? ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 . ❛ i would not need to sit with all the lords? ❜

𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 , 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 , 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 , 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 ― 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 , 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 .

#heireign #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 「 aegon iii 」

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@darilarossa [ aegon ] said : ❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞

“ nobody else will die, do you hear me ? ” the news of daemon's death had come on ravens, and with it a new name to add to all that had been lost. he goes through them, in his mind now, from his unborn sister, passing through his brothers, and now his stepfather ( at least they said his uncle is lost as well, he thinks as he tries to find some comfort in that, for that to quell some of the rage that has been growing ever since the war started and that seems to go nowhere most days ). he kneels, as he speaks, so he can be both eye to eye to his younger brother and be closer as he does. even as he speaks, he has to resist to be taken by emotion, swallowing past the knot at his throat until all that is left is determination. he cannot bear to think of it, these days. jacaerys, lucerys, viserys ― all gone. he had had four brothers once, how was it that only one remained to him ? how was it that he was eldest now ? it was wrong. it was not what he had been born for. jacaerys had ever been there, born years before himself, and he had always been able to turn to him, to lean on him for protection and guidance. all he has now is his mother, and no elder brother to look to. he misses him with an intensity that still threatens to overcome him, the days when he could act annoyed at being pestered by his older brother, now he is gone so much before his time. and it is not as though he had anything to blame himself for ― he thanks every day, that stormcloud had brought him to safety, cannot even bear to imagine what could have been. but aegon will lose no one more, he tells himself, that much he can do. the war might rage on, and he may yet convince mother to send him to the field on tyraxes, but that would only be to end the war faster, and he will return. “ i can promise you as much. ”

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𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁 - 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙾 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 . 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 ― 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 . 𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 , 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 . 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 , 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 , 𝚝𝚘𝚘 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 , 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 : 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 . 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 , 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 . 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 .

❛ you can't promise that, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 . ❛ nobody can promise that. ❜

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 , 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 . 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 ( 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝? ) 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 . 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 , 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 - 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 . 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 . 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 ; 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 ; 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 , 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 .

❛ father is never coming home, he promised to come home, ❜ 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 , 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛 . ❛ and next it will be you and mother! ❜

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 , 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 . 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 .

#( i know this is a month old )#( pls forgive me for taking so long )#jofreys #❖ — 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 「 aegon iii 」

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