The Promised Child

Rhaenerys Targaryen. Daughter of Daenerys and Drogo. Twin of Rhaego {{stormbornstallion}}. The Mare Who Mounts. Side Blog of liiberum. Created: 1/9/2017

[ohlexa]

lexa appreciation week: day 2: favorite outfit

[khclakki]

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mai.”

@breakercfchains // daughter love

[khclakki]

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[khclakki]

This was a risk that Rhaenerys shouldn’t be taking but she just couldn’t help it. They had declared the younger twin dead months ago. With careful help Rhaenerys had fled to null any ideas of marriage from the kingdoms heads. She should have stayed gone but her daughter was still there. Crouching in front of the tiny girl she smiled and pulled her in for a hug.

“Look at you- you are getting to be so big, little one.” She tells her before kissing the girls dark locks. “Have you been safe while I was away?” She asks. Rhaenerys smooths down the girls hair as she looks her over for injuries. “Are they treating you well?” // @ofharlawandsilence

[khclakki]

I miss you mai.

“I am sorry my little one.” Rhaenerys mutters, kissing Tethar’s brow. “Mai is back now. My trip is over so I should stay home for some time.”

what a good mom // @ofharlawandsilence

[liiberum-blog]

Dear Hash/Mark/Matt/Whatever name you decide to go by next,

Yep this is that post after I saw he maybe come back I had to make it. We have interacted many times and I have given you multiple chances to change your attitude towards towards things but it ends now. You have been able to guilt me into non-con plots in a situation that left me scared to tell you no. You have left me shaking and crying to the point where I have tried to leave the fandom and roleplay all together. You have accused me of sending anon hate, posted my address on the internet, tried to force a ship on my lesbian character after I told you no, and made jokes in bad taste about said character. I have tried to be nice but I’m just over it. I am over you being able to guilt me into plots and things I frankly do not want to do. 

Now to make your roleplaying life easier I am going to reblog this on every single one of my roleplaying blogs that is currently active or ones that I make in the future. If you see this please just walk away do not give me a new name or try to plot new things with me. I have given you too many chances and I’m done. I am done being lied to by you so we are never going to interact again. If you like me like you seem to tell everyone please respect that and block/unadd/never follow any blogs you see reblog this.

Jenni

[khclakki]

emcraldscales:

He’s just going to lean down and snorted in front of her.

:: I’m a pretty boy. Yes, this is good.::

Her hand moves to stroke his snout, smiling at him.

‘ yes what a good boy. ‘

[khclakki]

agirlofwinterfell:

If you’re the devil’s child but also from hell… Mandela Effect

I’m not the devil’s child i’m the devil get it right, tiny

[khclakki]

agirlofwinterfell:

Which one came from hell. I will punch your throat

If anyone in my family came from hell it’s me- or so my brother thinks.

[khclakki]

davosshorthand:

He chuckled at that. “It…went,” he admitted. “Your mother requires us to remain here until she knows what to do with us. But she has shown us as good a will as can be expected considering this…highly unusual visit.” 

To be honest, Davos would have rather have remained outside with Rhaenerys. What he was better at swordplay or diplomacy he did not know. He was terrible at them both. Not that he would admit either of these to a woman who looked like she could kill him with two hands of shortened fingers. “What do you think of us? If you were your mother, would you help us?”

The girl nodded as he spoke of her mothers choice. “It is smart of her to have you stay here. It is best to check out the supposed king of the north. If he is foolish enough to not bend the knee perhaps he is a fool in other ways.”

“I do not trust any of you and I would much prefer you were gone.” The girl simply stated. “I would also like to be back in the warmth of Essos but we do not always get what we wish. Whether you stay is for my mother to decide not me. I am simply here to prepare for whatever war we bring ourselves in. The one in the north or the one to the east.”

[khclakki]

@emcraldscales

‘ Come here pretty boy come to me.’

[khclakki]

@agirlofwinterfell

Excuse you which of my parents are you calling the devil? I’ll fight you, tiny.

[agirlofwinterfell]

Rhaenerys is 1 inch taller than you

She says nothing, merely letting a tear fall. She’d punch that kid in the throat. 

[khclakki]

‘ And don’t you forget it ‘

[khclakki]

dragonheirs:

‘ but– ’ she looks up at her sister, their mother would be on the throne for some time, and she did not want to think about a day when their mother would not be. ‘ why do you have to go? ’

‘ you are lucky enough to know your father, little one.’ she started to explain. ‘ mine died the day i was born so i only know stories. i would like to go to where roamed to feel closer to him. i hope that you understand. ‘ truthfully she felt out of place here. her mother and sister seemed to know the world of dresses and women’s politics far better than she. rhae needed to better know  the side that she seemed to fit best and she knew this was the way.

[khclakki]

dragonheirs:

‘ will you go to essos? and leave us here? ’ the young girl’s bottom lip trembles at the idea that her sister would forever return to the great grass sea.

@khclakki \ \ starter

‘ only for a short time, little one. ‘ rhaenerys promised, pressing a kiss to her little sisters head. ‘ i will be back in time to see rhaego take the throne. ‘

[heartial]

ho·mo·sex·u·al

/ˌhōməˈsekSH(o͞o)əl/

noun it’s me. i’m gay. i’m really gay. this is me trying to tell you that i’m very gay.

[khclakki]

@breakercfchains gets angst

Failure. The word rang through Rhaenerys head in every language Missandei had taught them. She had tried to be neutral about this telling people she was grateful to be alive but how could she be when she had so obviously failed? She gripped her long Dothraki braid making the work to start cutting it off at the top. Her enemy could not take her braid but she still did not deserve to have it after such a loss. Failure. Failure. Failure. She sliced open her hand as she tried to cut the braid off swearing in old valaryian as hot tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Her mother must have heard as her door opened. Rhaenerys made the last cut and the bloodied blade along with her braid fell to the ships floor. Her hand moved up to touch the cropped hair but it didn’t feel like enough she didn’t feel like she had punished herself enough. Sobs started to wrack her tiny body as she spoke. “I failed him, mai. I failed Viserion.”