the princess in the tower.

independent, private & selective elaena targaryen from george r.r martin's a song of ice and fire + a world of ice and fire. follows book-canon. oc, crossover & au friendly. est. january 2nd 2017. written by kim.

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aelin galathynius.

                              ❛     YES.     ❜ aelin answers simply and honestly. she does do it because she can. but it is also because she WANTS TO. she knows what it is like to live your life slaved to a man who think and says that he knows best. to be forever in his debt and at HIS discretion. she shakes her head. ❛     i want nothing from you or your sisters. i only want to offer you freedom. and if you find yourself in a place where your targaryen name means nothing to you , i offer you a PLACE in my court.     ❜

               how BOLDNESS appeals to her ; how she’s always wanted to be braver, DEFIANT even, not knowing that someday she’d get that occasion in SORROWFUL circumstances. right now, as she stares into aelin galathynius’ PECULIAR eyes, her gaze holds a bit of grudging AWE. “ i still have people i care about at court. among my kin. ” namely, her cousin NAERYS and her young children. she cannot BEAR to think of them left to aegon’s dubious care. “ but — i’ll keep your offer in mind. ” elaena is PROUD, bows to dragons and no others ( and then, not even ALL of them ), but she may owe this queen that much. “ what’s your plan ? ”

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willas tyrell.

smiles wide at child running near ankles, at free falling laughter and movement. he remembers his sister then, so WILD and uncontrollable, and sees her eyes when he looks at this one little girl. when the woman speaks, and his eyes are moved over to her, he smiles easy, shrugs off the moment.

     ‘   it is more than fine, my lady. the young are free to run around HIGHGARDEN as they wish.  ’

               laena is not her FIRST child ( nor, elaena suspects, will she be her last ) ; still, the fierce PROTECTIVENESS has not faded, though right now it is tainted with concern and the slightest bit of EMBARRASSMENT. “ she almost knocked your lady grandmother off her feet this very morning, ” the princess confesses, hand FIRMLY holding the squirming child in place as laena tries to FREE herself. “ i meant to keep an eye on her — well, thank you for your tolerance. it is a LOVELY seat you own. would that i had visited it before. ” but she hasn’t, not between the vault and waiting for her OAKENFIST to come home ( he never did ). “ do you, PERCHANCE, know where i might find robin ? a boy of eight, brown-eyed and fair. ” a nervous shrug. “ they usually come in a PAIR. ”

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               out of the vault. everything i owe is either queued or drafted, so why not put a brand new STARTER CALL out there ? click the heart for a starter ; it’d be lovely if you could specify a verse, but otherwise i’ll just give you a random one. 

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               out of the vault. sorry for not being here at all for the last few days ! i was focusing on my main account, but i’ll definitely do some things, queue stuff for elaena.

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rhaenys targaryen.

    A nod follows the woman’s explanation, of course an answer that was expected but nonetheless Rhaenys cannot tell the truth. Teeth dig into bottom lip as mind runs and runs to find a solution. If she spills what DESIRE brother and her truly have, what they need the gold and sellswords for — who is to say word will not reach the usurper, his dogs and all those who obey him? Aegon and her would find themselves on the run again, praying not to be found and further from their goal still. Yet— dark eyes flicker to the woman once more as she realizes this is her only chance. She will not have the money if her intentions remain hidden ( and doubts she can lie well enough for the other not to see through her, this is the IRON BANK after all ) and this may be her only chance.     “Conquest, revenge…. call it as you may, my lady.”   Clearing her throat and leaning closer still.   “Something has been stolen from my brother and I when we were very young; a legacy, a BIRTHRIGHT. We want to take it back and bring to justice those who have wronged our family, slaughtered them. Thus we need gold to buy an army to aid us.”

               it seems her wild guess is turning out to be RIGHT, eliciting a thought she doesn’t know how to shake. elaena thinks of the king on the IRON THRONE, the blood ties maesters have pulled from history books to try to JUSTIFY his ascent. no one gave a damn. he became king because he fought, not through princess rhaelle. “ something of CONSEQUENCE, then, to go to such heights to reclaim it, ” she whispers just as low, unblinking. ( ela’s mind is a CURIOUS thing ; cautious and bold in turns, more IMPETUOUS than she’ll admit. ) her next words come out a whisper, a half-voiced confidence. “ like a throne, perhaps ? aegon’s throne, even ? ” another SHOT in the dark, her suspicions spoken out loud. there are too many pieces CLICKING together for her to ignore them ; and even if she’s wrong, would it not be worth it to know ? she recalls the START she gave when the young woman entered her office, how something in her reminded the princess of she who had once been her QUEEN. a dornishwoman, aye, but not mariah. elia. 

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asha greyjoy.

                   asha  really  prefers to stand,     but she’s not about to  ARGUE  -         -  not over  that,   anyway.       so she folds her long limbs into the seat offered to her   (  it’s  richness  not lost on her  )   &  leans forward.     an ironborn will not shrink away from anyone,    not even a  DRAGON.      ‘   good.     your family controls the eastern sea,  that is known.     but ‘tis  mine  that controls the western.       &  we krakens have never been beasts comfortable with  BOWING  to creatures more comfortable in the skies than the tides.  ‘     there is a pause as she looks over the woman  -              -  no queen,   no warrior,   but still a targaryen  &  thus,  dangerous.    ‘  my father is an ironman,     &  he fancies  war.     but i wonder …     what we could accomplish  TOGETHER. ‘

               with DORNE in tow, the targaryens’ five kingdoms have become six ; still, she wonders how long it will be before a ruler decides they’d like SEVEN better. if daeron had lived to see dorne into the realm, he would have turned to the islands next. but her bright CONQUEROR of a brother is long dead, and it is for the SECOND daeron’s sake she stares into the kraken’s eyes now. “ knowing your family’s history, i was enclined to believe you would bow to NO ONE. ” and if there’s one thing she understands, it is pride. house targaryen has never lacked that sin. “ would he APPROVE of this meeting, my lady ? ” she inquires, eyebrows raised — but without judgment passed. “ with WINTER coming, war would have dire consequences on the realm. for its sake, in the name of my king, i can only wish for peace. i assume you have TERMS, lady asha, requests and conditions. ” NOTHING ever comes as easy - or cheap - as a few exchanged words.

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michael.

      it’s a foolish hope, to think that they could strike out against amarantha. that they       could hold some victory over her, no matter how small. his ears are overly       sensitive, attention divided between her, this brave stranger from the winter court,       and every sound nearby. ❝ if i must give my life in forfeit to see you succeed, then       so be it, ❞ he says in a hushed whisper, careful not to draw attention to them.       ❝ michael. my name is michael. ❞ his head snaps round at a sound too close for       comfort, but no one descends on them. ❝ you have to hurry. ❞

               she doesn’t feel BRAVE at all — she feels alone, lost, and for all of years LITTLE still. “ be careful, ” the fae repeats, as though her words are an incantation to WARD a possibly dreadful fate away. “ michael. okay. i’m elaena. ” she promises to herself she will not FORGET ; if she has to live the rest of a long, long life with such names in tow, she will. “ i shall flee to SPRING once i get out. find a way to end this...end her. ” they both know what she’s talking about. amarantha. “ i will, ” she says precipitedly. “ just — if you EVER make it out, seek me out. i’ll be most GRATEFUL for your help. ” if i’m still alive then is what she doesn’t need to say. 

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VEGAN EASTER DRAGON EGGS (nutella flavoured)

100gr hazelnuts 200gr dates 3 tsp cocoa powder ¼ tsp salt

Mix it all in a blender, form eggs and roll in edible glitter. Makes about 25 eggs.

Have a lovely easter, earthlings! 🐣

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sansa stark.

           had she gone mad?   worried eyes followed the lady’s movements ,   trying not to lose her track at any point in her scooting around the room .       thy worrisome was  NOTHING compared to what arrived next   —   given the girl’s panicking soon requested for her aid ,   thy fingernails carved into her own / ivory skin .    that almost let sansa slip out a painful groan ;   but that was avoided ,   as she soon bit her cheek ,   only a concerned look given to elaena .    `   my lady ,   what   —   what are you referring yourself to ?   `   her hand reaches the other’s palm ,   just so that her fingers could delicately place themselves onto her own .    `   i-  i-  of course ,   my lady .    i won’t .    i shall  .  .  .  but — ,   `

               how foolish she must think me. there is LITTLE room left for self-consciousness in the princess’s mind, though, even as she sees CONCERN glinting in sansa stark’s eyes. a part of her immediately feels GUILTY, and her grip on the other’s arm eases a bit, elaena fleetingly looking frightened. soon enough, she forces her features back into STEELY demeanor. ( it might be WEAKNESS shown, but the touch of a hand is welcomed with a small sigh, fingers clutching sansa’s. ) “ daena must’ve escaped somehow, ” she repeats, trying to sound CALMER. “ she’s wanted to since the very FIRST day. but— i have to be sure, you understand ? oh, surely you do. ” a pause. “ so NONE of us accidentally betray her. ”

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daenerys targaryen.

   The wound on his breast had FESTERED. It looked sunk in, and the skin had turned BLACK. Even she knows that is not a good sign, and she knows nought about medicine. Internally, she is cursing Mirri Maz Duur. She had said the poultice would help.

      “It’s true,” she says. “But there must be something we can do. He’s not dead.”

               it is an effort to keep her face SERENE ( the best she can ), closing in the distance that separates her from the younger targaryen in a few steps. “ thank the GODS, ” elaena breathes. and curse them, too. them, and drogo’s damn pride. “ no one’s a maester here, but we can try — we HAVE to. tell me, what exactly happened ? is it his wound ? how does it look ? oh, that wretched healer woman, ” she rages. then, trying to sound COMFORTING: “ it’ll be alright, dany, we’ll do our best. ” what if it’s not enough ?

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val.

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                “You’re not used to the COLD, I’m guessing.”

Her comment is made as she approaches the woman with a thick cloak, holding it out for her to take. While most would likely sneer at her shivering, Val has some SYMPATHY for her. There are times when even she feels that she’ll never become truly accustomed to the constant icy winds. She can’t imagine how it must feel for a STRANGER to the Northern lands. Especially someone who’s clothes weren’t all that thick to begin with. 

               if she’d ever thought WINTERS in king’s landing were harsh, the wall would be proving her wrong. this, she reflects, is the kind of cold that slices through layers of FURS AND WOOL as though they were SUMMER SILKS. “ i’m a southron lady, as the northerners say, ” elaena chokes out, holding her hood down over her head in an ATTEMPT to keep warm. “ winter is the only time when it ever truly snows. ” she gazes north, shivering. “ —i meant to RIDE OUT, but now i don’t know if i could bear it. ”