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Lord Daemon Greyjoy || 33 || Lord of Pyke || Intro
Lord Edrik Royce || 30 || Lord of Runstone || Intro
Ruling Lady Helenys Mallister || 31 || Ruling Lady of Seagard || Intro
Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen || 31 || Prince of King's Landing || Intro
Lord Nymor Dayne || 29 || Lord of Starfall || Intro
Lord Rodrik Stark || 27 || Lord of Winterfell || Intro
while luceara didn't look down on him for his bastardry, she does wonder what possessed her father to legitimize the boy. he doesn't seem to care much about the velaryon name and what it means, after all. she's just... curious.
"i suppose you have a point there," she says with a slight laugh. "how is that going, anyways? are you and the princess getting along?" she knows they aren't, but she still wonders what he will say.
Nymor couldn't help but chuckle at her words, shaking his head slightly. "Getting along? I do not think we are capable of that, too much has happened for that to be possible." The Targaryen princess had been killed by someone from his house and he knew that that's something she would never get over. She burned and killed many dornish men as well, that's something he will never get over either. "I'm afraid we will both be stuck in a loveless and miserable marriage." He huffed. "She's actually insufferable, I don't know how any of you are capable of even being in her presence."
silver strands tainted beneath blood, often a sight of the targaryen princess, an ethereal beauty sullied upon cruelty. a vicious conqueror and protector of one's family, viserra hid guilt beneath those violet eyes, strained by the years. " perhaps, yes⌠anyone is capable of horrendous acts, however, few ever are granted the power to act upon it " fleeting old valyria a hundred years ago, her parents sought a home in dragonstone, dreaming of a greatness bestowed only upon them. dragons, although, compelling creatures fell far from weapons to be wielded, viserra feared for the consequences of such use. " certainly there are others way to rid us broth from this marriage, dornish man. killing you would only bring me more problems " the dornish houses abided to their rule over a mere treaty of peace, bloodshed could shatter it entirely. " marry me? oh, dear, i fear you are entirely wrong, most lieges are afraid of being tied to me, besides, you can certainly defend yourself from any murder attempt " finger pulled the strings on his shirt, untying it ever so slightly as to glance his skin, bathed in sun. " are you concerned for prying eyes and their thoughts on us? i assure you, dayne, none think of me as an innocent woman " she teased, a soft grin upon red lips, pleased over his reply. " they do say practice leads to perfection, perhaps we shall prove so⌠" violet eyes flickered in malice, her calloused fingers reaching his chin as viserra brushed her lips near his, if only to see the man's intentions.
"I think anyone is capable of doing horrible things, everyone has an evil side, as much as they try to deny it. And if they really want to, they'll find a way to act upon them." The Targaryens certainly had such power, when they first arrived in Westeros and started conquering all the regions. They thought themselves to be invincible, that no one could touch them and everyone had to bend to their every order. Dorne proved them otherwise, not only did they prove that they could be fought against but they could also be brought down to the ground. "I'm not sure we will have such luck. But you are right, it would only bring more problems, which is why you're safe from me." Nymor titled his head to the side. "I would think you would have a line of lieges, ready to take you in marriage. Not for you, of course, but because of your house and the power it has. Marrying a princess, everyone wants to marry a princess." He paused. "I can certainly handle myself." Nymor shook his head. "I never cared about what others thought, I grew up as a bastard remember? If I had cared about others' opinions, I wouldn't have made it this far. But I know what you're doing." Nymor let his lips linger over her's for a moment. "You're playing a dangerous game, dragon princess." He whispered against her lips. "Trying to find my weaknesses by seducing me it's not going to work."
regret, a once far off sentiment, began slithering through viserra's thoughts lately. meandering into a new continent and conquering it, although glorious, held a burden one despised. " do you regret it, jaehaerys? " love and duty bound them all to the red keep and auron, to sever such ties could only bring pain, or she the princess thought. " sometimes i wonder if we should have gone back to essos, near what once was home, settle in a place that would welcome us instead of fight against this " sadly, no creature could turn back time. " he wouldn't hate you for leaving, neither would i⌠if this place makes you miserable, perhaps you can find a way out " fingers reached her own blonde hair, long and wavy, it cascaded down both shoulders. " you are my little brother, jaehaerys, if any of us deserves some happiness after what happened to our sister, that would be you " part of viserra hoped he one day would fly away, towards essos or any place far from there, safe and loved, as he deserved. " i was happier before i was a princessâŚ"
Jaehaerys was slightly caught by surprise by her question. Did he regret it? He liked to think that he didn't have any regrets, everything that he did was for a reason, every decision that they made lead them to where they were now. "I don't have regrets." He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. "But would I rather be somewhere where we didn't have to worry about watching our backs every second? Somewhere where it would be just us and our dragons? Yes." Jaehaerys shook his head. "Leaving does not cross my mind, not without the rest of you. We are bond together for life, we've gone through far too much together to abandon each other now." There was a small smile on his lips. "I can handle miserable." He turned his head to look down at the ground. "She didn't deserve it. She shouldn't have been the one going down, it should've been me. I would give anything to trade places with her." And maybe that was part of the reason why he couldn't seem to find his happiness or even think about giving love a chance. He was still not over her loss and he most likely never will. "I think we all were, things were far less complicated."
a vicious grin lingered on red lips, gently resting against a wooden table, the princess regarded nymor. viserra couldn't claim a sinless past, she rode meraxes and set battlefields ablaze, bending knees for her brother as she slaughtered any resemblance of defiance. dorne, had merely seized a stance none of the other kingdoms could, a strength capable of resisting dragons themselves, taking one down along it rider, jaehaera. " lord dayne, am i monster to you? " she quipped, yet somewhat riveted upon his thoughts. " easy, nymor, certainly i can protect you, besides, if they would want to kill someone, that should be me. you are pretty harmless, for now " violet eyes glanced the man, they despised one another, yet neither felt inclined to inflict harm, a peculiar relationship, doomed from the beginning. " then kill me, dornish man, draw a sword and finish it " taunting it, viserra got closer, sharp finger reaching for his shirt. " hear? oh, no, this is much more fun to do than talk over " the dayne family crest haunted her for years, as would nymor. " not every man gets to ride a dragon⌠most wouldn't know how to, if given the opportunity " somehow, viserra wasn't talking of meraxes, malicious as ever.
Nymor titled his head to the side as he studied her. He wondered if her question was real, if she truly wanted to know what his thoughts were, when it came to her. Truth be told, he thought all of them were monsters, for what they did, for how easily they would set something on fire and kill everyone inside. He didn't think of the dragons as monsters, he thought the people who commanded them and used them as weapons were. "Aren't we all?" He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. He had killed too, he was no innocent in the middle of this. "I cannot see you protecting me, I'm certain you would be thrilled if someone killed me. After all, you would be rid of me and our marriage." He paused. "I wouldn't be so sure. There are plenty who do not like this union, plenty who would rather have one of their own marry a princess." Nymor titled his head to the side, letting out a huff. "I'm not going to kill you. I have no desire to start another war." He watched as she came closer to him, his breath getting caught on his throat, being caught off guard by her actions. "Careful, prying eyes might be watching." He paused, a small smirk spread across his lips. "Well I've been riding a dragon and I think I've gotten pretty good at it. I think the real question is, are you certain you can handle a dornishman?"
the lord's voice is a lot softer and kinder than she expects, and tyana smiles in return. she wonders where he hails from, as she doesn't immediately recognize who he is. though he soon answers her question by giving her his name, and tyana bows her head respectfully in response. ah, the royces of runestone. an ancient and proud house.
"it is nice to meet you both," tyana says softly. "i am lady tyana of house lannister, lady-in-waiting to our future queen luceara velaryon." she slowly makes her way closer to the man, hesitantly though as she does not know the temperament of his little pet. "what brings you this far from the festivities?"
Edrik bows his head to her as well once she introduces herself, a show of respect and acknowledgement. What he knows of the Lannisters is what he learned in his lessons with the maester, but this was his first time meeting a member of the house. Edrik didn't leave the Vale very often, he quite liked his home. "It's nice to meet you as well." He said with a smile. "Blaze has been locked up in his cage for far too long, I wanted to give him some freedom to fly around without many around. He never liked being locked up." It was very different from home, where he would get to fly everywhere, whenever he wanted.
strolling away from the great hall and its grandiose feast, viserra sought an ounce of comfort within loneliness, yet stumbled upon edrik's figure. if anything, he fell far from one of the noble's usual facade, memories of his birds of prey injured on the princess mind, eliciting a soft smile. " yes, suppose i needed to take a breath " careful steps neared her to the bench, fingers against the expensive red fabric of the dress, beneath a thin chain mail hid, remnants of one's paranoia. " i take you miss home, and the birds? " although they weren't quite dragons, viserra could imagine his connection to those creatures mimicked hers and meraxes. often animals would comprehend emotions no other person dared to. " it's been so long since i visited, they must have grown. "
Edrik greeted her with a smile as he watched her sit down next to him. "I can only imagine how it must be, to see so many strangers invading your home, even if they are here to celebrate the conquest anniversary." He nodded his head at her words. "I do miss my home already. And my birds too, I'm certain they miss me as well but they are in good hands." He told her. "I only brought Blaze with me." He said, looking up at the sky and watching the hawk flying above them, freely in the sky. "They have. And we have new hatched ones too, the babies are cute." He said with a smile.
meraxes soared upon the crowsland as viserra held gently against her, violet eyes lingering on the red keep, nearing the dragon pit entrance against which they landed carefully. often caught in council meetings, or negotiations alongside nobles, the princess cherished those hours of peace alongside her dragon. if anything, the majestic creature understood its rider, rendering comfort amidst the weight of duty. "lykirč, meraxes " viserra climbed off her dragon, yet remained by its side as helenys revealed herself. " lady mallister⌠it is not easy to get here, i assume you've been exploring " a soft grin held upon the princess lips, no anger in sight. " do you want to see her up close? " the offer felt simple for someone so used to dragons, yet many lieges would prefer to strayaway from such. " meraxes is rather protective of me, but i assure she will not harm you."
Helenys nodded her head. "Yes, I could not help it, I like exploring and getting to know the places that I'm staying at." She said. "I don't know when the next time will be that I'll have the chance to come to King's Landing." She said with a smile. "I apologize if I am intruding." Helenys titled her head to the side, admiring the dragon next to the princess. Such a beautiful creature but so terrifying at the same time. "Are you certain?" There was a bit of hesitation, fear but could anyone truly blame her? Helenys took a few steps closer. "That is understandable, it's quite fascinating, the bond that you have with her."
a flicker of sun kissed her pale skin, comfortable within the training grounds, those violet eyes lingered on a few men sparring. once viserra would spend entire mornings wielding dark sister against any men willing to face her, yet the role of king's hand consumed any remnant will to participate. " the one and only, my lord greyjoy. i must say, you are a sight for sore eyes⌠hopefully you can show the crownland men what real fighting looks like " she taunted, a mischievous grin upon red lips. "i hope you've been enjoying your stay at the red keep, it is certainly different from the iron islands, but our ale is as good. "
Daemon smiled at her words, nodding his head slightly. "I'm more than willing to, but it seems that most of them are a bit hesitant, when it comes to facing a lord." He never had that problem with the Ironborn, they would face him without a problem and they would not hold back. "Hopefully they'll learn from watching then." He nodded his head once again. "Yes, you're been quite welcoming and good hosts. It's very different from Pyke, that is true, much warmer here too." He paused. "The ale is quite good, that I have to agree."
silver hair cascaded down one's shoulders, wavy and stained in blood, a once common sight within conquest battles, fell reserved to tourneys eight years later. " well, i certainly have gained the right to my ego, dornish man " a sharpness lingered on her red lips, the woman tha once flew into the eyrie and held an arryn heir as leverage to bend his parent's knees. often people thought no kindness remained on viserra, and they weren't entirely wrong. " won't you join the tourney? your house is quite good at wielding swords " the rumors of a dayne killing jaehaera disappeared along the peace deal between auron and dorne, yet she couldn't forget it. "what makes you think you'd be capable of such?" she teased, taking a step closer to nymor. "besides, there are far more interesting to do, if we are to be forever doomed to each other's company"
There was a small roll of his eyes as he took a seat on one of the empty benches. He didn't know why he was even here, spending time with the woman that he despised, but they were to be married and unfortunately, they would spend the rest of their lives together. "You did, although the methods are questionable." Nymor shook his head. "No, someone might see it as a perfect chance to take out the betrothed of the dragon princess and I'm definitely not going to die because of you." He huffed. "I'm sure there will be other Daynes entering the tourney and showing how good we are with our swords." In war, you killed people but there was always the risk of perishing yourself. And the Targaryen princess found that out the worst way possible. Did he feel bad? No, not at all because many dornishmen perished because of her. "Because I'm confident in my skills." He told her, his eyes following her as she moved closer. "Is that so? I'm curious to hear about what these things are, that you have in mind."
dark sister remained sheathe against the princess waist, heavy as her duty to the king, one often akin to a burden of sorts, that she sought a few hours away from. " well, we cannot always fly away from our duties " meraxes, a restless dragon, despised the pit, so viserra had granted her the freedom to fly over their home whenever possible. " i don't exactly love them, jaehaerys, but they are part of it, this life we chose " a vicious creature, the princess hardly found excitement in peace, yet she held an impeccable facade as auron's hand. " will it ever be just us? " violet eyes lingered on him, a strange feeling loomed over them both. " as we always have⌠" a gust of cold wind help viserra in place, boots against the dry leaves fallen from trees. " have you found anyone of your liking amidst the lieges, though? one day you will have to marry too " she quipped, half joking.
Jaehaerys titled his head to the side. "We could, if we wanted. But we are prisoners of our duties, to the realm and to our family. It is why we remain here, because we cannot abandon each other." Their love and loyalty for each other ran deep, Jaehaerys knew that he would never be able to leave, and leave his family behind. "But you are much more social than I will ever be. Did we chose it though?" He asked, his eye locking with her's for a moment. "No, it won't." He said, while shaking his head. "I have not. And I don't think I will." He paused. "It wouldn't matter though, a match will be chosen for me, one that will useful to us, maybe create a new alliance or strengthen one that already exists. I do not believe love is something we can afford or enjoy, in the positions that we are."
"that is very true, my prince," says luceara, nodding her head at the man's wise words. she cannot help but to giggle when he says she should feel lucky that he is choosing to spend his time with her. "just as i do not waste my time lightly either," she says teasingly. truthfully, she would give anyone to time of day because she is sometimes too kind.
"yes, but then the wedding will come soon enough and everyone will be trickling in once again," she sighs. "i'm sure it will be quite the spectacle." maybe even more so than a simple anniversary. after all, it isn't every day that there is a royal wedding. "and then the same will go for you and viserra, when the day comes."
Jaehaerys nodded his head. "Yes, time is something very important and you definitely shouldn't be wasting it on just anyone." After all, time was the one thing they could never get back, the most important thing they could give someone. "I'm aware, soon enough King's Landing will be filled with people from all over the realm once again. And it definitely will be more of a spectacle." Royal weddings were usually like that and this one was a particularly important one. "I'm not looking forward to mine, but I know it will come eventually. Viserra's will be first, I believe."
femslash february + the shannara chronicles / eretria & princess lyria
Closed Starter for Serena Manderly ( @snovvfell )
Location: Somewhere in the Red Keep
Rodrik had only been here for a few days and was already tired of the capital. It was far too hot for what he was used to and he overall just didn't want to be here. Being so far away from home definitely put him on edge, he wanted to be there, in case something happened. In case his brother came back. In his search for a familiar face, Rodrik came across one of his sister's ladies in waiting. "Lady Serena." He greeted her with a nod. "It's good to see a familiar face among so many unknowns."
Closed Starter for Viserra Targaryen ( @warrciors )
Location: Somewhere in King's Landing
Helenys had done quite some exploring in the past few days. She had explored most of the Red Keep, went out for a few walks on the streets of Kingâs Landing and tried to see as much of the city as she could. Of course, she didn't venture too far away because she didn't want to get lost, that would be quite embarrassing. Helenys heard the dragon above her flying by and watched in awe. Dragons were such beautiful creatures, but at the same time they were quite terrifying as well. She watched in awe from a distance, as the princess landed her dragon and with ease climbed down from its back. He took a few steps closer to her, coming to a stop when the dragon turned its head to look at her. Helenys raised her hands, a smile on her face as she still admired the dragon. âApologies, I didnât mean to intrude. I just couldnât help it, itâs not every day that you get to see a dragon up close.âÂ
Closed Starter for Viserra Targaryen ( @warrciors )
Location: Gardens in the Red Keep
Edrik was tired of speaking with the other nobles. He had been told that he was supposed to engage in some conversations, make his presence known so he didnât come off as rude, but there was so much one was able to take, speaking of the same subjects over and over again. Still, Edrik tried to be as polite as he could, while wishing that all of this would be over soon so they could go all back home and live their lives. He decided to take a break and went out into the gardens, hoping to find a moment of peace. There were a few people walking by, some would nod at him, others would just walk straight by, which he wasn't mad about. When he heard footsteps approaching, he took a seat on one of the benches. âHello, are you taking a break from the crowd as well?â He asked, turning around to face the person with a smile. âIt can be a little too much.â
Closed starter for Viserra Targaryen ( @warrciors )
Location: Training grounds in the Red Keep
Daemon went to the training grounds, wanting to get some sparring done. He didnât like sparring with anyone other than his crew or the Ironborn, because he knew they wouldn't go easy on him, even though he was a lord. After sparring for some time, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers and others who were taking advantage of the morning breeze to train, the prince noticed the princess standing on the sidelines, watching them train. Daemon called a break, walking up closer to the woman, his bones were hurting and he knew he was going to have a hard time moving later but he didnât care. âPrincess Viserra, is it? I didn't think we would be having such lustrous audience." He asked with a smirk.
