ii. TARGARYEN

ii. 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.

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♚ ┊   `       redqheen  .    daenerys  ,    mother  .      ◞

QUESTION     :     who      could      ever      truly      love      a      dragon?      ANSWER     :     only      another      dragon.     ❛     there      is      a     fire     inside      us,      my     sweet      prince.      ❜     voice      akin      to      silk.      a      soft      caress      like      a      campfire      where      hands      hover      besides.      she      provides      𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰      𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥,      𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫      𝔞𝔫𝔡      𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.      LOVE       /       the      source      of      all      she      gives      him      on      willing      and      bended      knees.      ❛      our     fire      burns      hot.     aerys,      he      was          he      became      a      cruel      man.      a      king      who      was      detested      by      the      entire      realm.     ❜      she      does      not      wish      to      sully      their      namesake.      but      truth,      as      she’s      learned,      is      often      painful.       (     be     it     betrayal.      death.      love.      and      all      else      in-between.     )     she      will      not      allow       𝖍𝖎𝖘      𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞      𝖔𝖗      𝖍𝖊𝖗      𝖔𝖜𝖓      to      reflect      that      of      the      mad      kings.

the     tyranny     westeros     is     under     must      be     eradicated.     one     piece      at      a      time,     without      the      loss      of      innocent      lives.     𝙷𝙴      𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃      𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽      𝚃𝙷𝙴      𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴         /         𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃       𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃       𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂       𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃       𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃       𝙱𝙴      𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳.     ❛      we     must     do     better     rhaego.      BE     BETTER.      it      is     our      duty      to     our      people     as      rulers.     ❜     lions      reside      in      their      den     stolen      and      built     upon      the      blood      and      bones      of      the      dragons.     but      now,     they     stand      no      chance     when      the      dragons      return.     𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞     𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑      𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖗      𝖙𝖍𝖊      𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖊𝖘      once      again,     leaving      a      wake      of      destruction      until      their     lair      was      rebuilt.    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴      𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷      𝙿𝙴𝙻𝚃𝚂      𝙾𝙵      𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳      𝙰𝙽𝙳      𝚁𝙴𝙳.       /       FIRE      &&      BLOOD,      she’d      make      sure      of      it.       the      bride      of      fire     had      promised      this      to      herself.     fingers      work     circles      through      dark     long     hair     atop      rhaego’s      head.     ❛     the      iron      throne     will      be     yours     one     day.      ❜     and      in      turn      also       promised     HER      SON,     HER      HEART,      HER     HEIR.

   YOUR    RESOLVE    FINDS    ITSELF    A    PONDEROUS    THING   ,               preened words drawn to the marrow .   be what you are :      a dragon ,   words cannot make you tethered nor senile ,   come forth’d by anyone else .   that is to become of you yet   —————-but the truth penetrates you :     your grandfather’s formidable reign .   the gods flip a coin ,   they say .    bickered words spring upon your tongue ,   and are urged at bay .   mother is right .   aerys was despised ,   and he was cruel  .                    (   mayhaps ,    the realms was undeserving of a mad king ;   a gifted tyrant bestowed by the old gods and the new .   crazed enough to burn down cities in which men ,    women ,    and children lived      all in the name of madness     and     war   .    but even now a tyrant must be annihilated for the sake of the realm    .    )                  fingers graze the flames in circular motions ,   voice clipped and whispering  —-    the undertone of a dragon’s wrath :          ❝      is that why the kingslayer slayed aerys ?   because he was cruel and   .  .   despised by everyone in westeros ?        ❞                     or is it because the lannisters   /   lions only wanted the throne ?      goes unsaid .

THERE    IS    NO    LOVE    LOST    BETWEEN    THE   QUEEN   ,   YOUR   MOTHER    /    HER    PEOPLE   .              better loved than feared ,   admired than disdained .   the lions have been digging their own graves ,   and are now cornered by enemies of their own making .   dragons ,   thorns ,   spears ,   and wolves will invoke wrath .   their demands for justice will be sound and heard .        ❝      for the sake of the realm .   for our people .       ❞                you repeat ,   words chanted from thoughts .   fingers entangle themselves back into the grasp of your mother’s .                  serenity brings forth a moment’s bliss ,   a moment without swords ,   thrills or excitement .   these words ,   you mean it :      ❝      not before it is yours ,   mother .       ❞

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             something is amiss                   dread mingling in the air  .   a nightmare is all it takes   :   you dream  ,   then you wrench yourself from your mother’s grasp     /    the comfort of warm sheets you have long been disentangled from  ,   searching     searching  ,    searching                          (    a gutted cry  ,    turns up a raw throat  ,   misery and grief ‘pon the mind  ,   the quaking earth beneath bare feet  .   stumbling down steps and through long corridors  ,   running till you see the night sky  .   the motion feels disembodied  .   you wonder  —-    what is real  ,   what is false  ?   did the event of viserion’s death really happen  ?   there is only one way to find out  .    )                       for what you know you must find  ,   viserion  .   but o  ,   sweet brother      :      you are mortal  ,   and you are dead  .   nothing has saved you from the enemy’s wrath  ,    but you have left our realities warped and distorted    /     filled to the brim with agony  —-    it spills over in every hurried movement  .                     *     a sibling cannot feel save without the other  .   you are of my own blood  ,   our lives started nearly the same way  .                    entire body trembles and shakes  ,   balled hands jolt the form you grip like death  —-    like a struggle to cling to life                   i miss you  .   i miss you  .   i miss you  .                    tears fill eyes    /    wandering to where the dragons  ,   your brothers have been placed    /    apprehension gripping you with fear    /     it boils with  hate   love  agony   despair                    calling for your surviving brothers  ,     come here                   ❝      rhaegal  ,      drogon  ?      are you there  ?     ❞                    /                      @perzyr

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♚ ┊   `       targreign  ;    aegon targaryen  ,    cousin  .      ◞

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑴 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀  …  but that should be a fear only he carries. he is the heir. HE’S THE KING. the male figurehead of their family. 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍  —  and he will do such, even if it means shedding his own to keep them safe. if he must die so they can live, he will.

❝    you’ve still so much to learn  …    ❞          aegon says, dark eyes settling upon the young form of his kin.          ❝    of course it’s the war. i’ve nothing but the war on my mind right now. and your mother. the dragons. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. for now, there is no other thought. i don’t think i’ve once considered the throne  …  ‘til now. we must focus on survival, and that is what ails me, boy. that is what so much of my life has been about, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝  —  and find myself in the exact same position again. fighting to live. i’m exhausted  …  but it is my hope, and your mother’s, that you 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 feel this way. ēva īlon qringaomagon, ao jāhor va moriot sagon ȳgha  …  you needn’t fuss over me. that’s supposed to be my job.    ❞  

              FISTS    CLENCH    AND    UNCLENCH  .                 your body is built for rage  ,    apt you will grow from boy to man  ,    to stallion who mounts the world  .    foretold is the prophecy of battlefields  ,    bloodshed of armored knights  .    fire ,   blood.  fire and blood  .    and mayhaps the same fatigue warriors like aegon come to speak  .    there is no denying the truths in our veins    /   soon there will be a sword   ,    a weapon weighing heavy in your hands   ,    the dwindled flame                    pushing daisies now for all that’s lamented   ,    no longer unknowing or naïve                    (    but it’s always been this way  —-    wielding play swords   ,    sparring   .    had it not been your cousins and mother  ,    it’d be you the breadwinner  ,    crawling your way to the throne  .    still lessons would continue  ,    but stroked is the blaze of resentment   .    seething and scorching  ,    like moths drawn to flame  ,    surely   .    who are you to not avenge your kin’s house   ?    if the place they belong is ruling the seven kingdoms   ,    is it not your role to heed and extend those rights  ?    )                   ❝      and there is much to lose ,   cousin .     ❞

                 you heave out a shaky breath  ,    back turned to the other in favor of the fire’s warmth  .                    familiarity was a fickle thing  ,    and there was no doubt your unease would be seen had you turned back his way .   you are merely young   :    the sweetling  ,    the dragon learning to fly  ,    a child  .   not yet were you taught to lie  ,    with your facade undeveloped  ,    bricks of your protective wall still growing    .                            ❝     it is as our prophecies says .  we will claim the throne ,  blood for blood .  one day ,   i will ride into battle to carry out my own ,   no .  won’t anything that ails you ,  ail me in its stead ?  tired of war ,  you are ,  but will i when the time comes ?   there won’t be much anyone could do to stop it .  even after we claim the seven kingdoms there is much to be done .  ...   out there ,  it is upon me to see to that .     ❞

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♚ ┊   `       redqheen  ;    daenerys  ,    mother  .      ◞

❛      𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌,      𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊.      ❜     but a mother she is.     and there is nothing she would not do,     blood of my blood.     he only need ask.      ❛     just once more then you must sleep.     ❜      his hand in her own,      thumb caresses soft flesh.    𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑,      𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠,      𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐.    you are my heart,      my soul       :      the best gift the world could have ever given me.     TITLES,      LANDS,      QUEENDOM      .     .     .      ALL BE DAMNED,   (     so long as i hear your heart sing with the strength of a thousand beating dragon wings.   )       whatever it takes to keep you safe.

voice warm,     soft like a prayer upon a beggar’s lips.    𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎      :      𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖.      be still.     let the dragon rest.     she has a way with words,     since she was born anew in blood and flame.    a strength only restored once she’d held him in her arms.     𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉.     she recounts the history of the rebellion just as asked.     amethyst hues lingers on her son,     flames from the braziers lit flicker with life across his face and bathe him in what is his    :     𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.      ❛     aerys started a war that nearly destroyed us all.     i will not allow this to happen again.    ❜      a history of blood,     of betrayal,     of a dynasty almost destroyed.

            A    SMILE    DAWNS    YOUR    LIPS  ,    VISAGE    DUCKING    UNDER    THE    DRAGON’S    WING    FOR    WARMTH   .                 when the morrow comes  —-     you will rest   ,    dreams aligned in stories foretold   .    your mother will give you the iron throne   ,    and for her   :      the whole realm should be given.      alas   ,    there is no crevice you would not explore or civilization gone unruled   .    all in the name of the targaryens   ,      as they are rightful rulers of the realm   .    grasp tightens around the other that’s clutched   ,    brittle bones creaking under the voice that croons   :          ❝      i will mother  ,   i promise  .   just once  .       ❞                   (    you are the moon  ,   the sun  ,   the sky  .    i remember the words leaving your mouth the first time you gave me your word  ;    firm in belief      &      rightfully so  .    just look at how far we’ve come   .    )

THIS    WORLD    AROUND    THEM    IS    IN    PERIL    /    UNRIDDEN    OF    A    DISDAINED    TYRANT  .               here  ,    you are a distance away from the kingdom and throne   ,    and there is but mere moments  —-    days   ,    from taking it for yourselves   .    there will be war   :     and the lion traitors will be ridden of their power and claws   ,    root and stem   .    their last roar will be of anguish   ,    they will no longer have power   .                 they have dug their graves upon the land that is the dragons’  ,    isn’t it only right for justice to be served   ?                  the tale draws you in   ,    a simpering flame alight   ,    inquiry soft on your lips   ;               ❝      how  ?       ❞

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starter call while i set up this blog  !    lengths will vary  .

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         ❝     what ails you  ?   ❞           says you  ,    with an inquisitiveness that breeches the air   ,    promulgated silence etching the quarters’ stoned walls  .    timbered flames are watched   ,    limb hovers above their whispers        /        unburnt   ;    mind ‘pon ceaseless endevaor whilst the moon is waning   .    your thoughts are of a child’s fright   :        (          death   .    life without your brothers   ,    cousins   ,    mother   .    the life they’ve built is buried   ,    under ashes and results of their forsaken destinies    .    selfishly   ,    you think there is no reason to carry on   .          )          and those thoughts are your own   .    amethyst finds itself searching brown   ,          we are the only ones here   ,    and you know it  .          ev’ry one else is elsewhere   ,    preparing for the war  .          ❝     it’s not the war   ...    is it   ?   ❞                     /                      @targreign​

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          ❝     tell it to me again  ,    how the rebellion came to be  .   ❞           you are restless  ,    calmed like doves after plight  ,    fingers intertwining and head rested upon the other’s shoulder once in closed quarters  .    oft  —-    she is the hand that feeds  ,    provider of love          &.          solace  .    teller of tales by night          (          combined hands rest atop the furs  .    the sweet incense is familiar  ,    but only brings imagined belonging to one that never was  .          )          and on the brink of bitter ‘morrow  :    history of the targaryens ,    to even before either was borne  .   a reminder of their ploy        /        many sojourns  .    fervent plea upon thy mother  ,   fill the mind of revenge and hopeful resolve  ,          telling us  :    what was taken will be restored  .          let us swallow our fears  —-    and what ails us will cease to be  .          ❝     i won’t fall asleep  .    or forget  .    ❞                     /                     @redqheen​ 

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               DRAGONS    AND    WOLVES    VERSUS    THE    UNDEAD    AND    LIONS  ,                      in that  ,    they unite  .    but alone  ,    you remember who you are  —-    the blood of the unburnt    /  son of daenerys stormborn  .    it was your mother’s prophecy to sit upon the iron throne  ,    with fire and blood  :    and she will  .         trust only ourselves  ;   and lest the realms think us mad  ,   more conqueror than ruler  ,   let them be consumed  .      the starks  —-    they are wolves  .    rumored to have withstood the lion’s wrath  ,    from what was amended and discussed  ,    and true to their words  :    winter is coming  .    the reign of cersei and the lannister’s treachery will soon come to an end  .    the conflict arises with the subject of land and ‘pon glance at the she-wolf’s figure  ,    in the godswood  ,   you harden in your resolve and linger with caution  .                      ❝      the north should be ours  .     ❞

            the words are spoken  ,    contemplative in its hushed tone  .                      you are young  ,    but not unknowing  .    and while your knowledge of war is one sided  ,    and perhaps mislearnt  ,    it has been the only truth you’ve come to accept and know  .        the air around them  —-    it stiffens  ,    then breathes  ,   ushering red leaves that dribble from the heart tree  .        ❝      you have already bent the knee  .     ❞     /     @ofwintcrfell

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concept: a fantasy cowboy who rides a dragon instead of a horse

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