Daeron The Drunken

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Independent and Selective - Daeron The Drunken Targaryen

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𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓘𝓷 . . . the curse of dragon dreams. the mercy found at the bottom of a cup. the certainty that no amount of wine could silence what the gods forced him to see.

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drunkenvows asked:

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”

♡ The Song Of Achilles Sentence Starters ♡

Quotes from the book ‘The Song of Achilles’ by Madeline Miller! Feel free to adjust as needed

There's a bittering numbness that spreads in Helaena's limbs, she wants to scream, but she knows she's screamed plenty over these dreadful weeks. Weeks she has spent in despair, weeks that had found her sat curled up on the floor. On the very floor where her son, her firstborn had drew his last breath. She was haunted by her choices, but moreso hunted by those voices. The voices of the men who took away her little boy, her little Jaehaerys.

"I still hear him....calling me."

Before she's turning away, as if preferring the comfort of the ghosts of this room, trembling clasped hands drew to her chest as she took a shuddering breath as if she was trying to. Trying to keep going, trying as hard as she could to seem like she is present.

"He was such a happy sweet little prince."

[drunkenvows]

Sadness filled Daeron’s eyes as he watched her. It was a sadness for Helaena, for the child who never got the chance to live his life, and for the future for all of those who carried their Targaryen blood. Their family was destined to grieve one another, as if the deal they had long ago made with the Gods did not include happiness.

He pushed himself away from the wall he leaned against and crossed the room, his footsteps echoing through the silence before he came to stand next to her. His eyes stared at the same place she did, but the saw nothing... just the stone floor that had long been scrubbed clean.

“You will sprout wings, Helaena.” His voice was hushed as the vision returned to him, playing behind his eyes with each blink as clearly as it had the first time.

She was under an brght blue sky, her hair lifted by the wind while great wings carried her someplace far beyond the reach of the room and all the grief trapped inside it.

“And you will soar like a dragon, taking to the skies.” Daeron slowly turned his head toward her, lifting his hand with care, to give her every chance to pull away before the tips of his fingers brushed lightly across the back of her knuckles.

“You will see your sweet boy again, in due time,” he told her, fighting off the sad smile that made the corner of his lip twitch because the words pained him so to speak. The visions never came easy, nor did they ever explain if what he saw was meant to be a comfort or a warning. Still, he did not think it kind to take any hope from her.

“He will not be frightened when you find him,” Daeron continued, his stare lowering toward their hands. “He will know his mother did what she had to do and welcome you home with open arms..”

[drunkenvows]

I didn't flee my own kingdom just to become a prisoner in yours. (magical portal baela?)

°✧*:·゚  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 · accepting

He shook his head with a small chuckle, peering into the bottom of his goblet to see what little remained. Daeron didnt even bother to look up at her, he knew what she looked like and where she came from, and that alone was unsettling enough. Time was twisting in on itself, crossing paths that were never suppose to meet. If Baela was able to find her way here, who else might follow? What else?

“You think you are the only prisoner in this kingdom?” Daeron scoffed, tilting his head back to drain the last few drops before finally letting his exhausted eyes land on her.

His eyes fogged over as he looked through her, his thoughts caught on things that were not yet there. He saw black chains stretched across the sea, tied around towers, on dragons that havent existed in his lifetime, and the bones of kings long long dead. Some chains short enough for him to see where they ended, but Baela’s disappeared beyond the horizon.

“I have seen kingdoms dressed as cages and crowns forged into shackles,” he murmured, turning the empty goblet around in his fingers. “We are all prisoners here, Baela. Your chains are merely longer than most.. What does that mean?”

He sighed, standing up from the bench with his goblet barely hanging between his fingers as he goes to get a refill. “We will have to wait and see…”

[mythshire]

°✧*:·゚  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ··· a collection of political marriages, throne betrayals, crown versus heart & forbidden alliances sentence starters. genre: royal drama, angst, power struggles, forbidden love.

• The treaty has been signed.  • You wear my crown well.  • I care not for desire. You're marrying the heir to secure the alliance. • The council has voted. Your claim to the throne has been invalidated. • Take off the crown when you speak to me. I want to see the person, not the monarch. • I found the poison in your chambers. Were you planning to use it on my father or me? • Our kingdoms have been at war for three generations. A wedding won't change that. • You're asking me to choose between you and my birthright. That's not fair. • I saw you in the gardens with [insert name]. Does your betrothed know? • I don't want the throne. I never wanted it, not truly.  • The marriage was never consummated. We can still get an annulment before anyone knows. • You're a hostage here. Stop pretending otherwise. • I loved you before you were king/queen. I'm not sure I can love what you've become. • The lords are calling for your head. I can't protect you anymore. • Your signature on this document means war. You know that, don't you? • I'm carrying your child. Your legitimate heir is going to have a bastard sibling. • They found your letters to the enemy court. They're calling it treason. • You promised me a crown. Instead, I'm locked in a tower. • The alliance is broken. Your family killed mine under a banner of peace. • I don't trust you. But I need your army.  • You've been on the throne for six turns of the moon, and already there are three coup attempts. • We were meant to rule together. When did you decide you wanted to rule alone? • The royal bloodline ends with me. I cannot give you an heir. • I would burn this kingdom to the ground for you. Is that what you wish to hear? • You're not fit to rule. The council is preparing to name a regent. • I loved you when we were just children in the garden. Before any of this mattered. • The succession is unclear. If you die without an heir, the kingdom falls to chaos. • They're starving in the streets while we feast in the palace.  • Your exile is permanent. If you return, it's death. • I never agreed to be a political pawn. I had dreams before I had a crown. • You killed the rightful heir. Every day you sit on that throne is built on murder. • The marriage contract has a clause. If I fail to produce an heir, you can set me aside. • Your father's debts are now yours.  • I am a queen, not a broodmare. I will rule, not just provide heirs. • The small council is calling for your execution. I'm running out of reasons to deny them. • Your claim is older than mine, but my army is larger. Choose your next words carefully. • I didn't realize loving you would be considered an act of treason. • The regent is poisoning the young king/queen. I have proof, but no one will believe me. • You renounced your titles for me. I never asked you to destroy yourself. • The consort's chambers are on the opposite side of the palace. There's a reason for that. • The lords are circulating a petition to have our marriage dissolved for barrenness. • I watched them behead my entire family. You expect me to swear fealty? • The alliance needs consummation witnesses. I know it's barbaric, but it's tradition. • I didn't flee my own kingdom just to become a prisoner in yours.

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Independent and Selective - Daeron The Drunken Targaryen (wip)

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𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓘𝓷 . . . the curse of dragon dreams. the mercy found at the bottom of a cup. the certainty that no amount of wine could silence what the gods forced him to see.