[lesbomixtape]

lord take all of their suffering & give it to criston cole

[tragicwrit]

send “ we have always been meant to burn together. “ for my muses reaction.

[realmofthedragon]

@lysenixdragon liked for a starter

"I asked to not be disturbed. Can no-one do their fucking job around here." Aegon growled out as the door to his study opened. He didn't want to deal with anyone after that meeting. He had told the guards just that. He wanted to simply lock himself away and drink.

He looked up and sighed when he saw who it was, picking up his goblet of wine and slouching back in his seat. "and what do I owe the pleasure of your company too?"

[lysenixdragon]

“Even prisoners are allowed to speak to family, are they not?” she remarked in her usual sarcastic tone.

While Myella wasn’t in a cell, or chain up, she was still confined to the Red Keep, unable to leave and return to her husband in the Riverlands or the rest of her family at Dragonstone. Ever since Aegon was crowned, Myella had been stuck here, the small council attempting to use her as their pawn, which she refused of course. She walked closer and poured herself some wine, needing something to take her mind off the stress she constantly felt these days. “Besides, your new guards seem to be lacking training now that Ser Crispin is your new Hand.”

[ravenblccded]

Mentions of Benjicot being in episode 3 really threw a wrench in my lore lol

[legends-and-savages]

He let her cry offering soothing sounds sometimes. She needed this. Daemon knew how strong she had been and for this to have this bit of a breakdown said a lot. So he would let it happen as long as she was okay. A nod from him. "I will sit here tonight, but I think you will be fine for a night." If nothing was dire it would be fine.

[lysenixdragon]

She nodded and wiped the rest of her tears, still resting her head against his chest. With her father there, she felt at ease, like she wasn't just attacked in the library. All her pain and suffering subsided, even for just a moment. It wasn't long before Myella fell asleep against him, the physical and emotional pain taking its toll for the night.

As she slept, there was a knock at the door. "Daemon," Viserys' voice called out from the other side.

[legends-and-savages]

Daemon knew his reputation, and most of the time he leaned into it. He was surprised that she didn't seem skittish around him. He was used to a lot of the servants trying to avoid him or some of the maids tended to try to win his affection. "They were." He said. "Thank you for asking." He was certainly surprised by her asking, but he wasn't going to question.

He shook his head. "No thank you." He said. "I was going to take a bath to freshen up." He at least had a bit of decorum.

[lysenixdragon]

She nodded, "I'll ask the others to help ready your bath."

Myella did her best not to stick out, especially when it came to the royal family. Yes, she played a dangerous game with her closeness to the king, but even then she didn't see herself any different from the others. She was a handmaiden, a low born servant girl who was only there to serve. Nothing more, nothing less. She gave a small curtsey, before hurrying off to inform the others to heat up water for the prince.

[atv-migrated]

"i see," alicent couldn't deny myella was smart. there were a multitude of ways she could have told her where she'd been, some honest and some not, but she'd picked the one that tugged at that protective instinct she prided herself in, the one that made her glad myella had gone rather than angry she'd ignored her commitments.

she kept walking, taking every step with the purpose and intention of someone who did not want to waste any time. myella was more than welcome to match her pace. "we have a visitor arriving shortly, it's too late for you to wash the dragon off, but i should like for you to at least look presentable." it was actually very important for myella to look her best.

"i think you'll like this," alicent offered, her tone softening a little. it was a visitor for myella after all, not for her boys or helaena. it might seem as if she did not care, but she did. she did not want myella gone only for her to behave and it sometimes felt as if at every turn myella tried to go against that.

[lysenixdragon]

"A visitor?" she asked, pausing for a second, but hurrying to catch to the queen's pace, "What visitor? My father hasn't announced his arrival."

It was very rare for anyone to see her other than her father. Even then, his visits seemed few and far between now with the boys, and Rhaenyra's pregnancy taking up a lot of his time. Plus, he would always tell her in advanced when he was coming. Expectedly, Myella wasn't the most popular at court. While she had grown close to two of her handmaiden, the rest still had a disdain for her. As did most people in the Red Keep. She didn't have lines of suitors knocking at her door, wanting to take strolls through the garden. Not that she mined, those who had dared to approach her weren't exactly her type.

Myella noticed the subtle change in her queen aunt's demeanor, and figured it couldn't be the worst thing to happen. She would play along for now, see what was brewing before acting. Once they made it to her chambers, her handmaidens were already there to help dress her. "Does this visitor have a name?"

[rubymemes]

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts from the TV show “Bridgerton”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

"No one else matters."

"It is you I cannot sacrifice."

“I burn for you.”

"But it is tiring, is it not?"

"I am not a man of many words."

"My thoughts of you never end."

"I do not fear change. I embrace it."

"You occupy my every thought."

"It is quite the privilege, is it not?"

"Sometimes a fire is slow to burn."

"It is my business because I care about you."

"Love is not something that is ever owed."

"I'd very much like to be more than friends."

"It is maddening. How much you consume my very being."

"Straight into the fire, a favorite pastime of mine."

"I happen to believe a lady's business is her own."

"We are not all guaranteed a fairy-tale ending."

"I am yours, [name], I have always been yours."

"A diamond is precious precisely because it is rare."

"All I find myself thinking about, all I find myself being able to breathe for…is you."

"I have loved. I have lost. I have earned the right to do whatever I please, whenever I please, and however I please to do it."

"Words of flattery are beautiful and sweet, but they are also hollow unless accompanied by action."

"You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires."

“Just because something is not perfect, does not make it any less worthy of love.”

[lysenixdragon]

Myella held back a sob as her tears started to flow more. Hearing her father's words caused her usual hardened exterior to drop. She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around Daemon, weeping into his chest as she gripped onto his cloak. For once, she finally felt her emotions come to the light. Normally, Myella being the oldest of her cousins and siblings, she had to be the strong one, the responsible one. But, right now she was just a girl who was hurt and needed her father.

[lysenixdragon]

She cried into her fathers arms for a while, feeling all pain and suffering she’s endured in that moments. Even if the next day, they went back to their usual personalities and never spoke of this night again, at least Myella could let go for once in her life. She was emotionally exhausted by the time she finished crying, but still held onto her father. “Can Maester Orwyell see my wounds tomorrow? I don’t want to see the him tonight. I don’t want to see anyone.”

[legends-and-savages]

@lysenixdragon sent: She had been tucking in the corners of the sheets when she heard the large wooden door swing open, surprised to see Prince Daemon there. She wasn’t the one originally supposed to ready his room for his arrival, but the other servant had asked Myella in exchanged for washing the dirty sheets. “My Prince,” she stood up straight and gave a small bow, “Apologies, my Prince, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. I was just finishing making the bed, but I can come back later to finish.”

If there was one thing he hadn't expected when he'd come home was at least the reception wasn't terrible. So he'd been surprised to wonder into his rooms was to find someone in his rooms. "You're fine you can finish." He said. He had heard that his brother had a soft spot for one of them, but it certainly wasn't any of his business. "I'll stay out of the way. Thank you."

[lysenixdragon]

She nodded and gave another small curtesy, before returning to fixing the linen. Her time working at the castle had been a fairly joyous experience. Sure, there were days of hard work, but then there were times when the King would allow her to join him in the libraries and show her more histories and stories. Or, even had her help him with his model of Old Valyria. His Grace had even taught her a few words in his native tongue. It’s why she wasn’t as nervous around Prince Daemon as some of the other servants. They saw him as his previous title, ‘The Rogue Prince,’ but Myella was told stories of a simpler time by the king. “I hope your travels were well, my Prince,” she said as she finished making the bed.

Myella stepped back and looked towards him, “Would you like some water or wine before dinner? I can bring some from the kitchen.”

[gentledoemuses]

starter call reply for @lysenixdragon -- Aegon Targaryen

He lay strewn across the kitchen floor, tucked away the a corner that may as well have been shaped around him. A shipment of Dornish wine had arrived, and Aegon had indulged with gusto. Sweeter, smoother, and with much more a kick than his usual fare, he had fled to a space where nobody would bother him. At least, he hoped nobody would bother him. "Get away, girl. I've no interest in entertaining servants in this moment."

[lysenixdragon]

“Apologies, my Prince, but I was asked by your mother to make her some tea and cakes,” she explained as she crouched down next to him.

Myella looked over and saw the caskets of wine, already raided by the Prince himself. Unsurprisingly. Along with everyone else in the Red Keep, she knew how much the prince drank, and it wasn’t surprising to see him passed out in random places here and there. She also know his penchant for being…familiar with some lucky handmaidens or ladies in waiting. She made sure he hadn’t fell and hit his head, before standing back up to continue her duties. “Would you like some yourself? The lemons were harvested fresh this morning,” she offered.

[untitledmemes]

We love shipping in this house. 😍 Reblog if it's okay for partners to ask for a pre-established ship with your muse(s)!

Doesn't mean you have to accept, but you're totally down to discuss it!

[lysenixdragon]

Open to: M/F/NB

Plot: Your muse is a highborn (one of the Targaryens/Velaryons/etc.) and Myella is serving them.

"Apologies if I'm interrupting, your grace/my lord/my lady. But, I brought your dinner."

[lysenixdragon]

Open to: M/F/NB

Plot: From Myella's servant!verse. Your muse is questioning her background.

"There isn't much to say, I suppose. I never knew my father My mother was a servant as well, died when I was young, then I took her place."

[westerosiqueens]

“At least I’m a shiny pot,” Dany replied, not in the least perturbed by the gentle barb. “Have you ever had a suitor, Myella?” she asked. “Or at least a lad you’re sweet on?”

Out in the yard, Aemond scored a clean hit against his opponent, unseating him easily. Dany winced as the poor man tumbled heavily to the ground, but her attention was immediately drawn by Aemond wheeling around to come claim his second lance. “I saw him just once when I was little. Aemond looks just like him, but if you tell him I said that I’ll never speak to you again.” An idle threat, and they both knew it. Dany chattered like she breathed. “Do you know, Robert Bracken once wrote me a poem? It was terrible and when I said so he called me all sorts of foul names and went off. I hope Lord Blackwood smacks him good.”

[lysenixdragon]

Myella nearly snorted, "Suitors? Me? I appreciate your optimism, sweet sister, but that's your specialty. Even if I wanted one, there aren't any half decent suitors for miles. Besides, legitimate or not, I'm still the 'lyseni bastard.' Half of the suitors look down upon me, the other half only want to bed me. And those who do have good intentions are scared of father. Not that I blame them."

She had grown content as a spinster, as long as her siblings found their matches, Myella would be alright. She simply chuckled at her sister's threats, but respected any and all secrets her siblings told her. "That's unsurprising, the Brackens are much like the stallions they mount. All bucking and stomping, with little grace. Though, I can't say the Blackwoods are any better. They're rather quiet and seem to care most about their weirwoods and ravens," she remarked as she focused in on the joust against, "Well struck on Aemond's part, who do you think is next?"

[westerosiqueens]

Aegon had hardly expected her to give up so easily, and at once he felt bad - but what else was new? It seemed as if his life was nothing but him regretting things he’d said immediately after saying them. 

“Oh, fine!” he exclaimed before she could actually leave. “Sit down, then, but I’m not telling you anything, and I was not crying!”

[lysenixdragon]

The glimmer of a smile appeared on her lips when he relented. She knew things would never be the same as they were, but some things still persisted. Aegon's personality being one of them. But, Myella has grown to accept her cousin's faults-and there were a lot of them-and still have love in her heart for him as family.

She moved to sit next to him, saying nothing at first, but relishing in the silence. "You know, I never thought you would ever be the silent, brooding type. I thought your brother took that title," she teased.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.