long may she reign

daenys targaryen / alara ashford. aff. with bloodlinehq.

[lcngreiign]

absitomcn​

“do my eyes decieve me?” there’s a glint of cheekiness that shines in her eyes at the sight of her old friend, the celebrations of their last meeting and her union flashing in her memories   -   both had been busy with their lives, but how relieved eddeline was to see someone she trusts.

“had i known you would be here i would have brought you the septa’s honeycakes!” a small laugh drips from lips as she squeezes the other girl’s hands, “they fair as well as they can, but you, tell me. what is married life like?”

“they do not! it is me! in the flesh.” she is too excited, placing kisses on her cheeks before pulling back to smile more. she does her best to control herself, settling for bouncing on her toes only a little bit. 

“oh, you would have made my year. perhaps i should visit ironrath and have some honeycakes to tide me over.” she is so excited to see a friend, eager to find someone that wasn’t her husband or her ladies in waiting to speak to. as much as she loved her husband, he was not good for... girl talk.

“married life is... well.. he is very strange, eddie. he is handsome, and i... enjoy our time as a married couple, but... well.” she furrows her brows. “he is very gruff. he is a northern make, let there be no doubt. as such, i am almost unsure how to...endear myself to him? oh...the words make sense in my head but lack clarity coming from my mouth.”

[lcngreiign]

anogarrizmon​

who: @lcngreiign​ - wylla where: their private quarters

“gods i hate this place.” domeric shifted uncomfortably in his finery. “surrounded by a bunch of cunts who think their shits smell of roses.” he glanced up at his wife, and didn’t his heart flutter at the sight of her. “not to mention the weather is… strange. i don’t like it.” though he had to give the heat its due as his beautiful wife didn’t need to wear furs to keep warm and he could pass off his blushes as caused by the heat rather than her radiance.

wylla was no longer stunned by her husband’s somewhat foul mouth. she had grown used to it in their short time of marriage. she stepped a bit closer, reaching up almost tentatively to adjust his finery. she knew he did not feel comfortable in it. in fact, she had not seen him in such fine cloth since their wedding day. not that she minded. domeric was handsome in and out of his clothing. scary. but handsome.

“the servants know their...ahem. the servants know the truth of what lies in their chamber pots.” she flushed but still smiled up at her husband. “as for the weather, i believe you had started sweating once we got to the neck. we were not made for the south. we’re too comfortable in our furs and summer snows.”

[lcngreiign]

zvldrizes​

Daemon’s head tilts slightly, while a corner of his mouth rises in the opposite direction. “I can’t imagine why they would, but in fairness, I have difficultly imagining many gods in the first place.” She looks vaguely familiar, but he’s been introduced to so many people over the last few days (let alone years) that it’s hard to put a name to her face. A pity, considering how striking a face it it.

False modesty has never looked good on him, so he doesn’t bother with it, instead returning the smile and offering a small bow. “You would not. Daemon Targaryen, entirely at your service.“ He straightens once more and offers his arm. “And to whom do I have the pleasure of showing off just how chivalrous I am?”

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“mmm. the gods are illusive, aren’t they? are there seven or just one? are they faceless, or are they the dragons of valyria? who can say? i, for one, cannot and will not. i am far too content to drink myself silly.” alara’s father had often tutted at her for her quick, yet mouthy wit, but it seemed to have ensnared a prince! aha! take that father! she had far too much of her mother in her.

“entirely at my service? be careful now; i am a demanding mistress.” she curtsies low before taking his arm and holding firmly. oh he’s got muscles.

“you have the pleasure of addressing me. perhaps i should make you guess my name just as i have guessed yours.” she looks up at him with a twinkle in her eye before relenting. “but that would impede any juicy gossip you might have for a country reach bumpkin like myself. the lady alara ashford, almost entirely at your service.”

[lcngreiign]

absitomcn​

the eldest daughter of house forrester had always held a fascination for the ancient structures of the seven kingdoms and how much they varied across the continent, from the cold and demanding homesteads in the north to the towering and grace of the castles in the reach   -   all had been a point of interest to eddeline and if she were not a lady, perhaps she would be a builder.

“the gardens are quite magnificent, never could i even dream of growing such blooms back at ironrath   -   though our ironwood trees are a sight to behold just as much.” a soft laugh falls from her lips as she finally looks to the man, grace almost melting off her as she offers a curtsy. “you are correct, acting ladyship eddeline forrester. i’m afraid my knowledge of the other houses is still under education, though anyone could recognise house hightower’s sigil, yes?”

“i would love to see them one day. i have heard of their beauty and seen it in my books. ah, but of course, books can only show us so much, no?” the old hightower inclines his head, a smile gracing his features.

he bows to her, as is appropriate between their stations, and he hums. “you flatter an old man, my lady.” still, she is correct. “lord vylarr hightower. they try to call me the beacon of the south, but alas, to most i am just vylarr. as such, you may call me just that.”

he offers an arm to her. “might i escort you through the gardens? it is dreadfully droll to be alone with one’s thoughts.”

[lcngreiign]

absitomcn​

starter: closed for @lcngreiign​  ( daenys )

she had her run ins with daemon in the past, a temporary need for stress relief that led to an unexpected loss, but she had very few interactions with the targaryen princess  -  only really seeing her from afar whenever she visited the red keep as a child alongside her father and brother. even now, as she stands before the princess, eddeline can feel her words become muddled in her mind and her confidence of ettiquette as ladyship of house forrester seems to have been lost. 

“forgive me for staring, princess.”

daenys waits for the northern woman to speak, and when nothing comes except a request for forgiveness, daenys cannot help but smile at the lady forrester. she steps forward, reaching to take the woman’s hands.

“there is nothing to forgive, lady forrester. you and your family are quite welcome here. my brother and i appreciate your attendance. how is ironrath? my mother spoke of it when i was younger; her mother was a northerner. she said the forests there were like walking amongst divinity. i shall have to come see it one day.”

she is the picture perfection of a lady, courtly and kind. her smile is warm and genuine, and her face hides nothing. her comely dress matches the color of her eyes and not the colors of her house. she works best in pastels, and yet, fire and blood.

[lcngreiign]

zvldrizes​

He blinks rapidly in the torchlight, his eyes struggling for a moment to adjust after staring into the darkness for so long. “Sleep? Never heard of such a thing,” he jokes, instinctively leaning closer to Daenys as she sits. “The way everyone’s going on about it, you’d think we’d achieved some great record. Do they really expect royalty to have such short lives?” After a moment, Daemon turns his head and looks at her properly. “What keeps you from your bed?”

-

“i, for one, can’t believe you’re alive. with how you ride your dragon,” she teases back. she takes her brother’s hand in hers, and she marvels over the callouses and crinkles her nose at them.

“i think they just want an excuse to be happy. humans are strange creatures. we find excuses to be happy instead of just allowing ourselves to be so. we are a silly lot, aren’t we? the gods must be laughing.”

she rests his hand back on his leg before turning more towards him as well. “my mother said something to me a few weeks back, and as i am sworn to secrecy, i cannot reveal our conversation...even to you. but... it weighs heavily on my heart. i am... not sure if i have the strength to be what she wants me to be.”

[lcngreiign]

etinego​

he stands dutifully by the entrance to the balcony, prepared to go on watch again as the silent soldier he often is, but is bewildered when daenys addresses him directly. he had spent his life standing slightly behind those in power, being felt but never truly seen or questioned. for as nice as his charge often is, he never expected her to speak to him so.

aslan cannot help the short laugh that escapes him. “if you like. i am not sure my opinion will be of much use to you.”

-

“your opinion means so much to me, dear aslan.” she turns to him, and she takes his hands. any amusement that might have lingered on her face leaves, and she stares up at him with big violet eyes.

“if it came down to it.” her voice is a hushed whisper. “if you were forced to choose a new monarch. would it be me or daemon?” she squeezes his hands. “be honest with me. i can take it. i need to know where i stand, and i know you, of all manner of men, would never turn me in for such treasonous words.”

[lcngreiign]

starter for @etinego and @zvldrizes​ ( aelinor && trysten )

“sister!” daenys called, pushing through the doors to her quarters with a bundle of wild flowers in her arms. “i brought you some flowers! i thought they might liven up the room since i know you’ve been feeling under the weather toda — oh!”

daenys nearly drops the flowers at the sight of aelinor and... and a man! daenys would be scandalized if she did not know her sister’s...tendency to break tradition and rules. gods love her.

“i see why you’re not feeling well, at least.” a smirk.

[lcngreiign]

starter for @absitomcn​

“eddie!” wylla smiled at her old friend. the mormont girl hadn’t seen her since... well since wylla’s wedding. she was no longer a mormont. she was a bolton.

“i didn’t expect to see you here!” wylla took her hands and placed a kiss to her cheek. “how are you? how is your family?”

[lcngreiign]

starter for @zvldrizes​ ( daemon )

“can’t sleep either?” she asked, holding the torch higher for her brother. she moved to sit next to him, reaching over to pat his knee affectionately. “we’ll be one year older tomorrow. can you believe it?”

[absitomcn-deactivated20230107]

starter: open for all

the red keep. it had been well over a decade and a half since the forrester had left the north to make an appearance in kings landing, now so as the acting head of her house instead of the good wife of some noble and gluttonous lord. pale fingers drag across the aging stone of the keep's walls as the blonde almost floats across cobbled floors, the open corridor leading to the gardens a familiar setting in a distant memory - whilst the north held her heart and ironrath her soul, the red keep had always fascinated her mind and curiosity. she knew she wouldn't be alone in her wandering prior to the birthday feast for the targeryan children, it was almost a guarantee in fact.

"i always admired the architecture of the red keep, both empowering and graceful. don't you think?"

[lcngreiign]

absitomcn​

starter: open for all

the red keep. it had been well over a decade and a half since the forrester had left the north to make an appearance in kings landing, now so as the acting head of her house instead of the good wife of some noble and gluttonous lord. pale fingers drag across the aging stone of the keep’s walls as the blonde almost floats across cobbled floors, the open corridor leading to the gardens a familiar setting in a distant memory - whilst the north held her heart and ironrath her soul, the red keep had always fascinated her mind and curiosity. she knew she wouldn’t be alone in her wandering prior to the birthday feast for the targeryan children, it was almost a guarantee in fact.

“i always admired the architecture of the red keep, both empowering and graceful. don’t you think?”

vylarr hated king’s landing. he would have much rather been found in oldtown or even highgarden. somewhere in the reach where the stench of the people of king’s landing could not reach him. besides, he held more power there. still, he liked the gardens. they reminded him most of his home.

“i find myself admiring the gardens. the keepers always manage to warm my heart. the diversity of color... it is fascinating to behold.” he smiled, sure of himself but still humble. “that is the sigil of house forrester, is it not? am i correct in assuming i am addressing the lady of the house?”

[lcngreiign]

zvldrizes​:

@ open : daemon + ?, the red keep before the feast

“Godswood’s out that way,” he says, gesturing over his shoulder and out a window. Through the glass, the tops of the trees filling the Red Keep’s godswood are just visible. “You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, I’m afraid. I don’t think the gods will mind if you are late to meet them, though.”

“fairly sure the gods hate me. but that’s neither here nor there.” alara quirks a grin at the silver haired beast of a man. she clasped her hands in front of her and looked up, pale eyes locking with his own.

“silver hair. lavender eyes. why, would i be wrong in calling you a prince?” alara smiled fully, bright teeth straight as she met eyes with the prince of dragonstone.

“i might lose my way again, your grace. care to walk me the rest of the way? it would be quite chivalrous of you.”

[lcngreiign]

etinego​

he nods dutifully, stepping back to follow her as they make their way out of the feast. of the people he had guarded in the past, daenys was by far the most agreeable. she did not ask much of him, and when she did, it was never unpleasant work. he was allowed to speak some of his mind, although he did tread carefully when it came to the dragon clan.

the din of the feast muffles behind them as he opens a door for her to pass through. “is this better, your highness? i do believe they will miss you from your nameday celebrations if you are absent for too long.”

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“they may miss me all they like, aslan. as lovely as the celebrations are, i find myself... distracted. my mother has given me information i have difficulty bearing.”

daenys steps deeper into the hallway and towards a nice little balcony overlooking king’s landing. she presses her hands firmly against the railing. she sees the whole of king’s landing, and she heaves a great sigh. 

i would see you on the throne, my daughter. and not that reckless brother of yours.

daenys had somewhat known this day was coming. her mother did not like daemon, just as daenys was sure daemon’s mother did not like her. the sisters knew the other’s mind more than anyone else. such was the nature of twins.

and though daenys had not shared a womb with daemon, she knew just as much about him as he did about her. she loved him. how could she do as her mother says and kill him for a throne? she wasn’t even sure how to kill someone.

“aslan, may i ask you a question?”

[lcngreiign]

etinego​

starter: aslan for daenys

he was itching for the end of the feast, when he could stand guard in front of the princess’s door without the overwhelming din of the visiting royals crowding king’s landing for the nameday celebrations. it did his head in, just how loud royals had the capacity to talk even when in close proximity to each other. he leans down by the princess’s ear, speaking in a low tone. “your sister was spotted sneaking off a few minutes ago. shall i retrieve her, your highness?”

daenys was smiling, talking to lord caswell when she too saw aelinor sneaking out of the feast. daenys couldn’t help a sad smile before she excused herself from lord caswell’s presence. then, she took aslan’s forearm.

“no no. nothing so drastic, aslan. would you escort me outside? i wish for a quieter place where no one will hear me.”

[liverpoolrules]

I just love pretty clothes - Elizabeth’s grey gown with fur in The White Queen

[lochiels]

Don’t doubt my courage, Your Grace, I match for any man.

[anya-chalotra]

yennefer + tenderly touching geralt and jaskier (hugging them, cradling their faces, clutching and squeezing their arms)