A large social circle was something he’d always made a point of having, whether friends or simple acquaintances. He knew that the carefully constructed web of allies that he’d build could shrink just as easily and so he was constantly trying to add to his numbers. It had been made his mission years ago for every person he spoke to to leave under the illusion that he truly cared about what they had to say. For the most part he did when opinions and insights tended to be useful, the right information could lead to a new angle that could be the key to unlocking the future he wanted. So he paid attention, acutely so, waiting for something useful whilst knowing that allies of any sort were irreplaceable.
The glimpse of silver hair out of the corner of his eye is enough to catch his attention while he waits to be served, easy charm radiating from his smile as he speaks. “Daenerys, it’s good to see you.” There’s perhaps a fondness in his voice or at the very least a small amount of admiration when there was no doubting her talents. “How have you been?”
There was a time when she longed for nothing more than a familiar crowd, however since her return to King’s Landing she found herself searching for reasons of suspicion in those very faces she’d once trusted. When her circle of confidence barely extended to those closest to her, it was hard to put her belief in anyone standing a distance away. Even more so when that person stood with Lannisters. Gone were the days when she used to call Tybolt Crakehall one of her closest friends, they were now merely acquaintances.
Yet she smiled with some semblance of warmth regardless. “And you as well, Tybolt. Well enough, though I can’t say this event is quite living up to all the suspense.”
When: Sometime into the attack, past midnight on June 15th
Where: The library
The flowing delicate layers of her saree were smeared with the blood of countless foes, the fabric crudely redone in a dhoti style draping so her legs were unconfined. The jewels that had adorned her neck had at on point been wound around her fist as she bashed a man's skull in though were lost soon thereafter without a care. Though perhaps Nymeria was more in her element now than she had been a few hours earlier. She shoved out at the limp body on the ground unconscious but not dead before pulling at the mask the man wears to see if she might find a familiar face. Finding that not to be the case she moves on though not before lifting his weapons. She turns to the inhabitants of room a few having already crowded out heading towards safety. She caught the gaze of the Mace Tyrell then and after a second thought held out one of two guns in offering.
the other woman is a familiar enough sight for sansa : there are precious few people in king’s landing who do not know of daenerys targaryen . sansa herself is far less in the public eye , her five previous years of study & work keeping her out of the limelight . it’s better that way , she knows . to most , she is just the eldest stark daughter notorious who likes her privacy , to others running in the financial circles an up & coming financier with the skills to perhaps even rival tywin lannister . ( she hopes so . she wants to be good enough that he will be rolling in his grave . she wants to pull the financial district out from their feet , wants to watch the lannister’s army of debt collectors finally be forced to pay all the ones they owe. )
“ ms . targaryen ? ” sansa finds a moment or two to make conversation , it’s part of her routine making the rounds of any room , her campaign to at least polish the stark reputation a little . “ i hope that the evening has been to your liking so far ? ” her smile is quiet & more genuine than anything else , a useful trick she’s picked up over the years . “ people always said my aunt was good at throwing parties , i can only hope that still holds true . ”
Daenerys’ anger nearly always skimmed the surface, though the sight of her brother staging his return to King’s Landing so publicly, and that too hand in hand with the woman who had caused his fall from grace in the first place had her silently raging. The businesswoman was purposely avoiding conversation with those she knew would easily fan the flames of that rage. And while she didn’t know much about the Stark daughter personally, even she was aware of the steady reputation she was beginning to accumulate in the financial circles.
The blonde returned her smile, however the warmth didn’t quite reach her cool gaze but that was more due to her current mood than her lack of care or interest in the young woman who’d approached her so graciously. Though she did find herself holding her tongue a moment, because the response that sat at the tip of her tongue would be too telling of her current state of mind, her anger and annoyance over her brother’s heedless actions. And that she wouldn’t tolerate for herself. No longer was she the young inguine clueless to the happenings within her family that she had been when her brother was last a presence in her life, no, she was now in his position, and she was clearly more capable than he’d proven to be. She’d done her part where Rhaegar had failed.
“Indeed, Lysa has outdone herself. I have little doubt this event will be remembered for many years to come.”
let’s face it: there was only so much small talk from people who wanted you dead that one could stomach in an evening. never let it be said that loras tyrell didn’t love a good society event, of course, but this wasn’t really society, was it? no, this was a wedding disguised as a meeting of the most brutal people in king’s landing. downing one glass of champagne and then another, loras scanned the room for margaery or garlan or willas, but it seemed they’d all found themselves in conversations of there own. lips pressing together to hide a scowl, loras instead donned his most winning smile and crossed the room. snagging two more glasses of champagne on his way over to an empty seat next to someone he figured he could survive speaking to. “is this seat taken?” he asked, cocking is head. his posture was arrogant, lazy, as if he knew he cut an imposing figure and knew it had caught more than a few people’s attention. leaning in conspiratorially, he raised one of the flutes in his hands. “there’s champagne in it for you if you say no.”
By all accounts many of the guests in attendance would say the evening had taken a turn for the worse when Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark decided to make their return to society, upstaging the couple in whose honor this event was held. Nymeria could’ve sworn she saw Baelish’s lips nearly disappear on his pinched face. His smiles entirely saltine. Though as the sand snake started, the entrance was exactly what the stale affair needed to get things started. The woman was thriving on all the chaotic energy in the room, taking more than a little pleasure in the obvious discomfort of most. While Nymeria sympathized with her aunt to an extent, in her eyes she was one who’d come out on top in the whole mess of the sandal some would have thought was put to bed years ago, the only shame that she was the subject of so much pity. It was Rhaegar and Lyanna who were disgraced, and subsequently their family names that were tarnished.
Though as she watched everything unfold around her, all while chattering away about it on imessage with her sisters, Nym was anything but bored. Her attention diverted swiftly when she sensed the man approach, her phone already being tucked into her clutch, though her moment were unrushed. Nymeria straightened in her seat as she looked up at Loras Tyrell, her smile amiable enough, though she wore poison her lips for a reason. “Quite tempting.” She said glancing at her empty flute. “Afraid I might not suffer your company otherwise?”
FULL NAME : Daenerys Targaryen
APPELLATION(S) : Daeny, Stormborn, Khaleesi, The Unburnt, The Silver Queen
AGE : 36 Years Old
BIRTHDATE : April 20th, 1984
ZODIAC : Aries
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Hetero
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bi-Curious
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed, Involved
MAFIA ALLEGIANCE : Targaryen
POSITION : Pakhan
DAY JOB : Businesswoman / Entrepreneur ( CEO of Khalasar Conglomerate, The Dragonpit, and various other ventures )
FINANCIAL STATUS : Inherited and Illegal Wealth
𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.
FACE CLAIM : Katheryn Winnick
HEIGHT : 5′6″
PHYSICAL BUILD : Curvy
EYE COLOUR : Vivid Blue
HAIR COLOUR : Pale blonde, with golden lowlights
CHILDREN : Rhaego Drogo Targaryen ( † ), Kovarro Drogon Targaryen ( Adopted Son )
HOUSEHOLD PET(S) : A Horse named Silver
𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.
COLOUR : Crimson, Charcoal, Black
WEATHER : Spring
FOOD : Stroganoff
BEVERAGE : Cabernet Sauvignon, Scotch,
TIME OF DAY : Sunrise
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.
HOBBIES : Reading ( usually epics, classics, and non-fiction )
MBTI TYPE : INTJ ( The Architect )
ENNEAGRAM TYPE : Type 8 ( The Challenger )
𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
tw: passive mention of abuse, death of a child, and murder.
Born in the golden age of the Targaryen rule over King’s Landing, she was the youngest and only surviving daughter of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen. Her name came with privilege, and the great burden of sin to bare alongside the rest of her family. As a young girl Daeny could hardly stomach the violence and death that was so quintessential to the life of a mobsters daughter, she learned young that there were no good men in their world, and least of all her brutal and abusive father or her brothers. A fact only proven when her father promised her at the age of fifteen to a man whose tales of brutality were famous all the way from Essos a city far from King’s Landing, a city which he solely ruled with his brunt force and mountains of wealth. Her father’s decision meant she would have to live a life away from the only people she found comfort and safety with, all for the promise of power. Little did she know that power would benefit her more than anyone else far in the future.
Rhaegar was the pride of the Targaryens, and he ascended to the metaphorical throne when Daeny was barely old enough to understand the weight of such a responsibility, she remembered her brother being kind to her, but little else considering he was never around, always busy with the family business. She does however bitterly remember her pleading with Rhaegar to speak to their father on her behalf to change his decision in regards to her marriage to Drogo, but his only response being they all must play their part. Her brother had broken her heart that day, she never made another plea to anyone. Three years later she departed for Essos believing that was the last she’d seen of Kings Landing. She heard of her brother’s scandal only a few short months later, and she couldn’t help the bitterness at the thought that he had not done his part. While she knew she should’ve felt sorrow over the dismantling of her families’ rule over the city, she had always seen it as broken, this was only the chink that dealt the final blow.
Khal Drogo was a man that intimidated her from the start, seven years older than her when she was fifteen that age difference had felt too vast to bridge, she couldn’t imagine what a life with him would look like. Though his age was the slightest of factors considering his reputation even at the age of twenty two was that of a ruthless, merciless killer, at least in their world. To everyone else he was an ambitious and trailblazing young man who has just taken over his father’s legacy, Khalasar Conglomerate a company that generated revenue in the billions providing jobs for hundreds of thousands, with a foothold in nearly every continent. Daenerys had expected someone void of emotion and empathy, much like her own father the one person who truly scared her. Though she learned nearly right away after their marriage that yes he was everything she imagined but so much more. The side of him she saw wasn’t the side the rest of the world got, how could they when power and fear mattered so much to them all.
He was kind to her, gentle even, they took their time to get to know one another before they truly began to life as husband and wife. He had no queries with her desire to go to college and work alongside him to expand Khalasar Conglomerate and their reign over Essos. Two years into their marriage when a woman abandoned a young child at their door, his child from an affair many years ago it truly tested their relationship. Though by that point she’d grown to love and trust her husband, she couldn’t be angry with him for someone he’d been with long before he’d even met her. Having Kovarro around took some getting used to but she bonded with him soon enough. Daenerys was happier than she’d ever imagined she could be in her arranged marriage, and two years later she gave birth to Rhaego, and that happiness multiplied tenfold. By this time she’d established herself as a force to be reckoned with in Essos no less capable that her husband, in fact with her at the helm he decided to step away from K.C to focus on expanding the reach of his influence beyond Essos. Together they spoke of plans to reclaim her families lost prestige, though her perfectly crafted world came crashing down two years later when Khal was killed, poisoned anf there was nothing she could do after exhausting every last avenue but watch him suffer and die a slow and painful death. Nothing but end his pain, taking the last of his breathes with her own hands.
In the wake of her husband’s death, there was no room to crumble or to show any hint of weakness not when the vultures circled in hopes of claiming everything Khal had accomplished, everything they had accomplished together from her. Thus, she was given another blow. Returning home one evening to find her home up in flames along with her child. She heeded no warnings when she grabbed one of the firefighters masks right out of his hands and rushed inside to save her baby. She emerged from the flames unburnt with a charred bundle in her hands, the heat of the flames having already dried her tears. No one would see her tears, she would not allow it. They’d sought to set her world on fire so she would crumble alongside the brick and mortar, never to rise again. However they had forgotten that she was Daenerys Stormborn, the Dragon’s Daughter. Within her she had the same spirit of greatness, and capability to wreak the same devastation as the magnificent creatures her family paid patronage to.
Daenerys allowed herself a few year to carefully plot her return to King’s Landing, as well as to settle her affairs in Essos, those loyal to Khal remained loyal to her for which she was grateful. It meant that not only would she have a financial backing but also the added manpower to take back King’s Landing. Daenerys doesn’t just want to return to the tentative peace they’d had before her brother’s fall from grace, no she wants absolute control, to break the mold and shape it to her liking. Since her return she’s been swift to take power, even if it meant snatching it from her own brother’s grasp, allowing him to be her Lieutenant is more or less to appease any further turmoil. Elia on the other hand she has more fate in, at least in her council. Daenerys had always respected her as much as she did her brother, however, she’s never allowed herself to put her complete trust in Elia and by extension her children simply because she can’t be certain that she’d ever be willing to stand against the Martell’s if needed. If there is anyone whom she does trust blindly in is her family of choice, Kovarro whose never disappointed her, who has his father’s spirit and strength having filled the hole in her heart that Rhaego’s death had left.
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.
JORAH, DAARIO, MISSANDEI : WCs can be found here.
KOVARRO : Sending in the WC soon.
Platonic
A FRIEND FROM THE PAST : Her closest friend growing up they stayed in touch in the beginning of her move to Essos, though with time that changed. However, since her return to King’s Landing they’ve been able to bridge the distance once again. ( 0 / 1 )
POLITICAL FRIENDSHIP : Friends for the sake of mutual benefit. Could just as easily stab one another in the back, or become true allies. ( 0 / ? )
Romantic
WE WERE JUST KIDS WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE : Someone she knew and secretly dated as a teenager, her first love. They lost contact after her move to Essos, and haven’t cross paths since. ( 0 / 1 )
Antagonistic
A BITTER ENEMY FROM THE START : Someone she didn’t like from the moment she met them, that dislike has persisted and grown since. Now they are a clear hurdle in her path to glory. ( 0 / 1 )
