𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲.

[ 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘴 // 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴 ]

[dromon]

# 𝕯 𝐑 𝐎 𝐌 𝐎 𝐍 ―  an independent & selective roleplay blog for the prince and squire, aegon v targaryen, from grrm's ❛ the tales of dunk and egg ❜ and the hbo series ❛ a knight of the seven kingdoms ❜. combines book & show canon with musings. prince aegon is a targaryen, inc*st may be mentioned on this blog ― please hardblock me if this is an issue. mutuals only. strictly 21+. sideblog to pennedby. avery. ( he / him, 30 yrs, aus )

𝕸𝖆𝖕 : the realm. the laws. the prince. the banners. the parley. the fealty.

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : innocence & insolence , shielding one's identity , serving & defending , a sweetness loved by all , dreaming of glory & marrying for love , reviving the lost , being hatched of dragons & raised of chickens , an unlikely ascension to great power .

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[pennedby]

𝙼 𝙾 𝚅 𝙴 𝙳 .

[hammerthe]

@dromon : are you very angry? / a day of fallen night

“ am i — yes, i am angry, aegon. ” he has to breath, so his tone remains level. he will not shout. not to aegon, of all people, who remains his nephew and blood, and who was a child. an easy one to love, at that, though the exasperation that runs through him remains unchanging. it had been present since the guards had told him the boy was nowhere to be found at the keep, and it had remained present whilst the guards practically tore the city apart in search for him, only to return as day turned to night with his nephew, and the news he had been outside the city limits. gods, he can imagine maekar's complains already. he wonders absently if he can avoid his brother finding out — it'd save him furious letters, he is certain, and a complain when they saw each other, as aegon was supposed to be under his and the king's care whilst remaining at king's landing as page. still, he was likely to find out regardless. gossip was unreliable in how it could travel, and he'd prefer to be the one to tell his brother the news than be accused of hiding matters, even if that would be his wish. “ the city guards have their own duties to attend to, and they do not include searching for you. ” duties that included keeping the order in the city, and he has no doubt this had only unsettled the usual days of the common folk, as they combed through the city searching for him.

“ you cannot leave the red keep without permission, whilst you are living here. ” he finishes, after a moment, though his stare remains set firmly at his nephew. “ i know maekar would not allow you to do so at summerhall, and neither is it allowed here. ”

[dromon]

       𝕴𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐲  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲 ,  merryfellow ,  a  bright  grey  gelding  whose  coat  was  as  near  silver  as  aegon's  hair ,  that  he  had  been  found .  his  riding  had  been  a  touch  frantic ,  though  not  just  from  the  thrill  of  the  chase  through  the  city .  he  had  been  riding  and  hiding  from  cloaks  of  white  and  gold ,  when  it  was  only  by  chance  that  he  had  stumbled  into  the  presence  of  the  city  watch .  were  truth  be  told ,  it  was  not  only  the  kingsguard  and  the  city  watch  he  was  running  and  hiding  from ,  but  also  —  and  moreso  —  from  his  brother .  he  had  been  certain  it  was  aerion  who  had  spotted  him  first ,  who  had  alerted  and  directed  the  city  watch at him .

       aegon  had  been  riding  with  his  head  over  his  shoulder  most  the  way ,  near  seeing  brightflame  at  every  corner  and  in  every  shadow .  it  was  in  this  distraction  that  the  boy  had  ridden  his  pony  directly  into  one  of  the  gold  cloaks ,  whom  towered  over  him  on  a  warsteed  and  accused  him  of  stealing  the  silver  grey .  it  was  only  as  the  boy's  hood  had  fallen  from  his  head ,  reavealing  his  own  matching  silver–gold  hair  had  the  knight  at  once  realised .  aegon  had  been  so  preoccupied  in  evading  aerion  in  that  moment  that  he  had  forgotten  to  be  wary  of  cloaks ,  white  and  gold .

❛ whilst i am living here? ❜  was all he  repeated ,  more  words  on  his  tongue .

       there  was  no  malice  in  his  voice ,  only  intent .  he  had  been  hoping  to  run  away ;  perhaps  flee  to  oldtown ,  to  aemon .  mayhaps  he  would  even  return  to  summerhall ,  for  at  least  then  he  would  be  far  away  enough  from  aerion .  it  was  aerion's  fault  anyway ,  he  had  threatened  to  skin  aegon ,  scalp  to  toe ,  with  a  dirtied ,  rusty  dagger  already  in  hand .  leaving  would  have  been  a  more  difficult  decision ,  were  he  a  squire ,  but  he  was  nearing  nine  years  old  and  still  only  a  page .  there  were  now  boys  younger  than  him  whom  trained  as  squires ;  boys  who  were  not  princes  of  the  realm .

[stetiiic]

[loreforged]

it takes all of dunk's considerable restraint to not blurt out something indelicate about the kid's bald head, if he's being honest. it takes him aback, and his first thought is that the boy might be sick — arlan's hair had started to thin and fall out, toward the end. but the boy looks healthy enough, otherwise. he doesn't get much time to ruminate on it, though, before he's frowning, brow furrowing with it. he'd only been asking, out of an earnest concern, there'd been no need for the kid to get so snarky with him. ❛  you'd have a hard time gettin' hold of her. considerin' that she's dead, and all.  ❜ even as disgruntled as is about being rebuffed when he'd only been trying to bloody help, dunk can't deny the twinge he feels in his chest. a dead mother is a terrible thing to have in common, particularly for such a young boy.

another moment of shuffling his feet, debating with himself about whether or not to give up the goat and forget this entire awkward interaction, join the lads at the pub, before dunk's teeth sink into his bottom lip... then he's hopping the fence, clearing it effortlessly, almost, and putting the two of them just that bit closer. but his feet don't carry him toward the boy, they angle away, his body half-turned in the other direction. he heaves out a sigh, fingers curling around and fitfully squeezing at the strap of his bag. he can't, in good conscience, just leave the kid stranded here, especially if he's got no one coming to collect him. even if he does turn out to be a little shit. dunk supposes he can't blame him for any wariness — he's not exactly a small man, and he's a stranger to boot.

❛  have you eaten?  ❜ he's got enough in his wallet for him and the kid, if an empty stomach wins out over a cautious mind, and if not... well, no one can say he didn't try, can they? ❛  was headin' to the chippy, if you want to come.  ❜ as though on cue, his stomach rumbles, and dunk's teeth sink into his cheek as he tries to bite back an abashed smile. he'd worked up an appetite, out on the pitch, that much is true, though originally he'd planned on contenting himself with pub grub, washed down with a lager or two. can't exactly turn up with the kid in tow, though. at least this way he'll know he's got something in his belly, and maybe someone there will know what to do with him. ❛  or you can stay out here in the cold.  ❜ he shrugs, as though unconcerned by the outcome. ❛  up to you.  ❜

[dromon]

       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐨𝐲  𝐚  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 ,  but  with  the  towering  man  now  jumping  it  effortlessly ,  his  heart  began  drumming  a  little  faster ,  a  little  harder .  his  whole  body  stiffened ,  hands  dropping  to  grip  the  seat  as  though  it  might  protect  him .  he  felt  to  be  shrinking  with  each  step  the  growing  man  took ,  realising  he  would  likely  not  care  —  as  aerion  would  —  for  leaving  a  mark  upon  the boy's skin .  his  eyes  were  unblinking  as  he  watched  the man ,  knuckles  whitening  as  his  back  pressed  into  the  plastic  chair .  the  boy  braced  himself  for  whatever  it  was  he  had  coming ,  then  felt  only  a  dizzying  relief  when  the  man  took  to  his  bag  instead .  his  stiffened  body  loosened ,  though  his  eyes  remained  focused  and  watching .

❛ the chippy? ❜  he  asked ,  ❛ will there be sweets? and puppies? ❜

       he  batted  his  eyelashes ,  lips  curled  up  in  a  polite  yet  subtly  teasing  manner .  his  father  had  drilled  into  him  the  dangers  of  strangers ,  the  age  old  tale  of  being  lured  with  creatures  and  confectionary .  young  as  he  was ,  he  wasn’t  an  idiot .  he’d  heard  stories  of  kids  like  him  being  swiped  from  the  streets ,  never  to  be  seen  or  heard  from  again .  a  touch  of  regret  hit  him ,  wondering  if  perhaps  boarding  school  wouldn’t  be  too  bad .  it  couldn’t  be  as  bad  as  whatever  happened  to  kids  who  were  snatched and stolen .  his  growling  stomach  then  fought  back  worries  of  home ,  realising  he  should  have  brought  a  snack  or  some  money .  he  knew  he  could  raid  the  vending  machine ,  once  the  giant  man  had  left ,  but  the  food  there  was  scarce  —  and  it  would  be  hardly  filling .

❛ i think i'll stay out here in the cold. ❜  the  hunger  was  turning  to  pain .  ❛ unless... there's pizza? any sort would do. ❜

       egg  hated  to  admit  that  he  was  getting  hungry  and  the  man’s  offer  was  tempting ,  or  that  he  was  getting  cold  and  was  losing  the  feeling  in  his  toes .  the  creeping  shiver  crawled  his  spine  just  as  sharply  as  the  gnawing  of  his  empty  stomach .  part  of  him  had  been  expecting  daeron  to  leave  a  tenner  in  his  pockets ,  but  his  brother  must  have  already  spent  it  —  or  lost  it .  egg  wondered  if  daeron  had  noticed  his  absence  yet ,  if  anyone  had  noticed .  a  frown  tugged  at  his  lips  as  he  slipped  off  the  seat ;  daeron  had  been  passed  out  in  a  drunken  stupor ,  he  wouldn’t  notice  his  youngest  brother’s  disappearance  for  at  least  another  day .

[dromon]

currently thinking about how egg will 1v1 anyone who tries to talk smack about his father

[loreforged]

AEGON TARGARYEN  sent:   ❛ don’t be so sour. i like a good time as much as anyone. ❜

PROMPT :  baldur's gate 3 sentence starters.    /   STATUS :  accepting !   /   @dromon

❛  i'm not being sour,  ❜ he mumbles, sourly. ❛  it's just...  ❜ valarr winces as the speakers begin to blare out another earsplitting cacophony. he barely manages not to drop the bottle he's holding, already made slick with condensation and the sweat of his palm, and throw his hands up to cover his ears. surely no one can actually enjoy this, he decides, watching the writhing mass of people jumping up and down, though it would be extremely generous of him to call it dancing. his brother is in there somewhere, having the time of his life, probably dripping with sweat and reeking, and if he thinks he's getting in valarr's car at the end of the night he's mistaken. the "song" changes abruptly, prompting a collective cheer from the masses, and his shoulders creep up towards his ears as he fights every urge to violently recoil. ❛  ...loud,  ❜ he finishes, barely a whisper, and certainly lost to howling of the partygoers. the worst part, he thinks, is that daeron is probably blacked out in one of the copious bathtubs in the house, not even participating in his own out - of - control birthday celebrations. he turns his frown on aegon, who's watching the festivities with rapt attention, though valarr can see at least a dozen things in his line of sight alone that he's far too young to be bearing witness to. he can't believe even daeron would be irresponsible enough to leave egg to the wolves like this—

hang on.

egg?

❛  ...aren't you supposed to be staying the night at uncle rhae's place, with aelor and aelora? i thought i remembered uncle telling everyone you were expressly forbidden from attending this party.  ❜

[dromon]

       𝕰𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞  that  the  music  was ,  perhaps ,  slightly  too  loud ,  though  he  would  never  admit to  it .  with  his  father  off  on  another  important  work  trip ,  no  doubt  to  return  with  another  decorated  war medal ,  the  house  had  dissolved  to  chaos  —  as  was  generally  the  case  under  daeron’s  care .  aegon’s  nanny  had  already  been  granted  leave  some  months  prior  and  could  not  return  at  such  short  notice ;  a  substitute  had  been  discussed ,  though  rhaegel  had  offered  to  care  for  his  nephew  instead .  somehow ,  and  to  the  surprise  of  all  those  whom  knew  the  truth ,  aegon  had  worked  a  magic  on  his  uncle  and  convinced  him  that  his  nanny  had  returned  sooner  than  expected .

❛ no, that was last week's party. ❜  he  said ,  ❛ dad never said anything about this week's party. ❜

       there  was  a  casual  shrug  at  his  words ,  his  eyes  shifting  from  valarr  to  the  indulgences  around  them .  he  was  smart  enough  not  to  engage  in  what  would  truly  get  them  all  in  trouble ,  though  that  did  not  mean  he  hadn’t  completely  abstained  from  sipping  at  a  beer .  it  was  too  gross  for  him  to  drink  any  more  than  just a  sip ,  so  he  kept  to  the  sherbet  sticks  daeron  had  given  him  instead .

❛ anyway, uncle rhae thinks that cottage cheese on cucumber slices is a party snack. he calls it nachos, he's insane! i am not eating that. i want pizza, and waffles, and daeron lets me have them! ❜

       it  had  been  a  pretty  great  week ,  now  that  aegon  truly  thought  on  it ,  and  part  of  him  was  sad  that  this  party  would  be  the  epic  conclusion  before  his  father  was  due  to  return .  he  was  beginning  to  wish  it  could  all  last  just  a  little  bit  longer ,  even  if  that  meant  having  to  spend  time  with  aerion  as  well .  aegon  then  pressed  one  of  the  sherbet  sticks  to  his  lips  and  sucked  it  clean ;  whilst  everyone  else  lost  their  minds  to  alcohol  ( and ,  occasionally ,  drugs ) ,  aegon  lost  his  to  the  adrenaline  of  pure  sugar .

[ladyblackfish]

Coins are used in the Seven Kingdoms, chiefly Gold Dragons, Silver Stags and Copper Stars. Gold Dragons are used mostly used by rich merchants and noble lords and ladies, while smallfolk tend to exchange copper and silver coins. The current currency was established shortly after the unification of the Seven Kingdoms following the War of Conquest and was used through the whole Targaryen rule and continued after Robert’s Rebellion 

[loreforged]

AEGON TARGARYEN  sent:   ❛ oh yes, i’m fine. i just feel… awful. ❜

PROMPT :  baldur's gate 3 sentence starters.    /   STATUS :  accepting !   /   @dromon

❛  yes, that is what one generally feels after being caught lying by their lord father.  ❜ a pause, valarr's head tilting thoughtfully. ❛  or so i would imagine.  ❜ he wouldn't know, truly, he's not in the business of deceiving his father — nor being caught, in fact, on those rare occasions where he does tell a white lie or two, usually to spare his father's feelings. honestly, he would've thought, given egg's propensity for it and the frequency with which falsehoods spill from his lips, he would be better at it by now. there's no judgement to be found, in his tone or the steady gaze he fixes on his little cousin, and valarr goes as far as to reach out and tousle egg's hair, as he might his own brother's unruly mop. a father's disappointment, however brief, must be a heavy burden, and valarr would alleviate it, if he can.

❛  perhaps a slightly less outlandish tale, next time?  ❜

[dromon]

       𝕬  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐨𝐲’𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  as  he  listened  to  his  cousin .  he’d  made  it  a  habit  of  knowing  when  to  lie  well  and  when  to  lie  badly ;  for  the  little ,  unimportant  things ,  he  used  the  bad  lies  —  the  lies  which  would  not  matter  if  he  was  caught  out  or  not .  for  the  big ,  important  lies ,  he  had  learned  how  to  get  away  with  it  as  more  oft  than  not ,  telling  the  truth  would  sound  more  false  than  the  falsehood  itself .  he  tried  using  this  trick  scarcely ,  and  mayhaps  this  time  he  should  fallen  on  such  lies  —  but ,  instead ,  he  had  crafted  something  otherworldly .

❛ it wasn't a tale, ❜  he  reiterated ,  ❛ just because i... added a few extra details, that doesn't mean it's all a lie. ❜

       at  his  words ,  he  rolled  his  eyes  and  batted  valarr’s  hand  away .  he  then  moved  both  hands  to  straighten  out  his  hair  out  once  more ,  not  wishing  for  further  trouble  to  come  to  unkempt  hair .  his  lord  father  had  already  said  he  was  to  take  on  extra  reading  in  place  of  arms  training ,  to  which  he  had  wanted  to  challenge  though  ultimately  knew  would  result  in  a  harsher  punishment .

[ashstfu]

*lying* why would i lie

[arleniansdoodles]

More Dunk and Egg fanart, featuring Dunk, Egg, and Aerion Targaryen from The Hedge Knight! I went a little further with the stained-glass style this time, and I'm happy with how it turned out! Especially Aerion's cloak, which is supposed to be fully black if I remember right; I added in the fiery colours just to help it pop XD

Also, the dragons here aren't actually there - it's meant to symbolize the Targaryens fighting (over Dunk hahaa)! The designs are based on the descriptions of their dragon eggs; Aerion's is gold and silver, and veined with red, while Egg's is white and green, all swirly. And the tree in the back is meant to represent Dunk :'''D

[dromon]

       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞  𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐞 ,  having  travelled  along  the  roseroad  towards  king’s  landing .  they  had  stopped  briefly  at  highgarden  to  look  in  awe  at  the  white  stone  castle  and  briar  labyrinth  atop  its  hill ,  and  to  contemplate  their  next  steps .  they  had  thought  to  stop  by  ashford meadow  in  their  travels ,  though  neither  man  nor  boy  found  to  be  quite  ready  for  such a reunion  just  yet .  instead ,  however ,  the  boy  suggested  travelling  further  east ,  to  summerhall .

this is me being self–indulgent for  @theanvill

       egg  had  insisted  it  was  on  their  way ,  and  with  provisions  near  to  running  out ,  he  was  sure  his  lord  father  would  spare  a  copper  or  two ,  or  a  leg  of  lamb  to  fill  their  bellies .  dunk  had  his  reservations  to  the  offer ,  though  as  they  travelled  north  along  the  roseroad ,  their  supplies  dwindled  and  then  vanished .  it  now  seemed  no  longer  a  choice ,  for  the  hedge  knight  had  been  unable  to  secure  any  amount  of  work .  even  the  task  of  shovelling  shit  was  no  option ,  and  so  they  had  set  for  the  castle  egg  had  once  called  home .

❛ what if he does not recognise me? ❜

       his  voice  was  deeper  and  his  legs  longer ,  though  as  they  reached  the  castle  walls ,  he  felt  once  more  to  be  that  same  boy  with  fewer  than  ten  years  under  his  belt .  his  hand  then  reached  forward  and  patted  maester’s  mane  as  dunk  laughed  lightly .  he  reassured  the boy that  even  if  prince maekar  could  not  recognise  his  own  son ,  then  he  would ,  at  the  least ,  recognise  the  robber  knight  apparent  who  had  once  been  accused  of  kidnapping  said  son .  it  was  of  little  comfort  to  egg ,  but  there  was  no  turning  back  as  they  entered  the  city .

       ser  duncan  had  spoken  with  the  men  arming  the  outer  walls ,  informing  them  that  he  was  requesting  an  audience  with  their  lord ,  the  prince of summerhall .  the  guards  had  laughed  and  near  brushed  the  duo  off ,  though  one  had  taken  the  knight  more  seriously  on  his  word  and  began  escorting  him  and  his  squire  towards  the  keep .  in  all  his  time  away  from  summerhall ,  egg  had  thought  he’d  forget  the  city  —  but  it  still  looked  the  same  as  ever .  there  was  something  different ,  however ,  and  it  sat  strangely  in  the  boy’s  gut .  it  was  not  uncomfortable ,  nor  was  it  pleasant .  it  was  simply  different .

[dromon]

i think that even if aegon had stabbed aerion , regardless of the outcome , he would have immediately regretted it — despite everything that has happened .

[dromon]

       𝕾𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐚𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 ,  egg  had  not  yet  granted  his  eyes permission  to  look  at  ser  duncan .  his  knees  were  pressed  to  his  chest ,  with  his  left  arm  hugging  them  tighter  as  his  right  hand  held  out  a  wooden  prod .  he  poked  at  the  logs  as  a  tongue  of  fire  lashed  against  them ,  spitting  out  into  the  evening  sky .  the  chill  of  night  had  felt  a  little  cooler ,  though  egg  was  not  sure  if  it  was  why  he  felt  a  shiver  crawl  his  spine .

@halfgigas :  ❛ we had a disagreement, that's all. who doesn't sometimes? ❜  —  kingdom  come  deliverance  sentence  starters

       a  frown  had  been  tugging  at  the  boy’s  lips  as  he  heard  his  knight  speak .  he  was  trying  to  muster  the  courage  to  simply  look  up  at  him ,  but  even  that  seemed  a  task  too  grand .  mayhaps  his  lord  father  had  been  correct  in  his  stern  position ,  mayhaps  he  was  still  too  small  and  too  young  to  be  any  man's  squire .  he  wished  it  wasn’t  so ,  but  he  could  not  will  himself  to  grow  another  foot  taller  and  stronger  overnight .  a  deep  sigh  parted  his  lips .

❛ i'm sorry, ser. ❜  his  voice  finally  came  quietly ,  ❛ i'll try harder next time. ❜

       were  there  to  be  a  next  time ,  that  was .  he  was  sure  the  hedge  knight  would  send  him  on  his  way  come  the  morrow ,  but ,  at  the  least ,  there  was  still  one  night  the  boy  could  revel  in  his  presence .  gently ,  the  boy  set  his  stick  aside  as  his  eyes ,  appearing  more  blue  than  purple ,  finally  moved  to  see  ser duncan .  there  seemed  as  much  on  ser  duncan’s  mind  as  there  was  on  his  own .

[daenerys-stormborn]

— A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS // 1.06 "The Morrow"

[dromon]

       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥  𝐚𝐬  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  it  was  a  loss  the  entire  realm  would  soon  come  to  feel ,  though  by  none  more  than  the  brother ,  the  knight ,  and  the  squire ,  whom  had  each  decided  that  it  had  been  their  own  doing .  a  heavy  silence  hung  as  all those  left  the  scene ,  though  the  crown  prince’s  sons  were  the  only  to  remain  when  all  else  had  left .  aegon  found  himself  slowly  fleeing  to  the  confines  of  his  loaned  chambers ,  sitting  tight  on  his  bed  which  now  seemed  uncomfortably  soft .  he  had  grown  used  to  the  grass  and  hessian  blankets ,  it  no  longer  felt  right  to  don  fine  silks .

@theanvill :  ❛ long ago, i came to the conclusion that the only thing that makes sense is that it's all a trial. life is one long series of problems to solve. the more you solve, the better a man you become... tribulations spawn in life, and over and over again, we must stand our ground and face them. ❜  —  kingdom  come  deliverance  sentence  starters

       his  eyes ,  blued  by  the  lack of firelight ,  peered  to  the  doorway  where  his  father  now  stood .  a  frown  crossed  the  boy’s  lips ,  having  hoped  for  a  moment  alone  though  knowing  —  after  having  run  away  —  that  lonesomeness  would  now  be  a  privilege  to  be  earned  back .  a  lecture  was  sure  to  come ,  one  of consequences  and  harsh  realities .  ser  duncan  would  have  rung  his  head  like  bell ,  and  mayhaps  he  deserved  it  and  more ; it near seemed more favourable than this .

❛ do you believe that, father? ❜  he  asked .  ❛ truly? ❜

       his  voice  was  quiet ,  hollow  and  without  a  hint  of  belief  to  what  his  father  had  said .  small  tears  were  still  stuck  in  the  corners  of  his  eyes ,  but  he  was  not  yet  ready  to  let  them  fall .  he  was  not  yet  ready  to  let  them  go  —  to  let  his  uncle  go . baelor breakspear deserved rest ,  but  aegon  did  not  think  his  heart  was  strong  enough  to  part  ways .  there  was  an  added  guilt ,  for  he  knew  that  baelor  had  been  more  than  just  a  boy’s  uncle  and  a  figurehead  to  the  realm .  he  was  also  a  father  for  two ;  grown  men ,  they  were ,  but  now  orphans  they  would  forevermore  be .  if  aegon  had  simply  stayed  with  daeron ,  none  of  this  would  have  happened .

[dromon]

       𝕿𝐡𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐨𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 ,  for  once  his  gaze  cast  down  upon  his  older  brother .  he  was  sat  rather  comfortably ,  and  high  enough  that  even  atop  the  largest  horse  in  the  realm ,  aerion  would  not  be  able  to  reach  him  without  himself  also  climbing  up .  a  smirk  laced  the  younger’s  lips ,  his  right  arm  hugging  the  back  of  the  tree  whilst  his  left  stabilised  himself  on  the  thick  branch .

@tymptir :  ❛ i should throw you over my horse right now and take you home. ❜  —  tale  one :  the  hedge  knight

       there  had  been  another  squabble  of  one  sort  or  the  next ,  and  each  boy  would  claim  to  say  the  other  had  wronged  him .  it  would  not  matter  come  evenfall ,  for  their  lord  father  always  seemed  to  take  the  side  of  the  elder  —  even  when  no  lies  passed  the  tongue  of  the  younger .  aegon  did  not  wish  for  repercussion  to  reach  him  just  yet ,  nor  for  whatever  punishment  aerion  may  deem  appropriate ,  and  so  he  sat  almost  peacefully  atop  the  tallest  of  the  thick  branches .

❛ you'd have to get off your horse, ❜  he  smirked ,  ❛ and climb all the way up here. i'd push you down, or jump and ride away on your horse. you'd be stranded. ❜

       he  was  starting  to  wish  the  songbirds  had  not  fled  at  his  arrival ,  for  he  was  hoping  one  or  several  may  lay  their  waste  upon  his  brother’s  shoulder  —  or  his  face .  it would be an improvement ,  aegon  thought .  another  snicker  left  his  lips  at  the  thought  of  it  all :  of  bird  shit  painting  aerion ,  of  aerion  falling  from  the  tree branches  ( and  getting  hurt ) ,  and  of  him  stealing  away  on  aerion’s  horse .  he  almost  couldn’t  decide  which  he  wanted  most  of  all ,  though  what  he  fancied  the greatest was  the  idea  of  them  all  coming  true .