CROWN PRINCE.

𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔰.

[n1ghtbreeze]

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a somewhat selective roleplay blog built around his majesty, cahir naïlo ⅋ the subsequent creation of the knight errant, erolith nightbreeze ; a completely original world-build and character rooted into a novel that will probably never be formally written. heavily inspired by era fairy tales and the occasional nod toward celtic history ... this blog is built in conjunction to @w4rhorse, @swordma1den, @cr0wguided, @0fconquest, and @battlec4ster - each character constructed to fit into the lengthy timeline that is their specific lore + canon. this blog will contain triggering themes ! the kingdom cahir hails from, by proxy, utilizes war as a tradable, tangible good, which means there will be obvious mentions of war and what follows it (fear, plague, famine, death, etc) present. if plot points and mindsets of a darker nature bother you, please refrain from following. verse adaptable and multiship, i can and often do shove cahir in various canons, places, and situations. a slave to formatted posts, certainly not expecting others to be the same.

penned by kt - she / her, well over twenty-five.

lore + dev. aesthetics. verses. open starters. prompts.

my father was sick, they smelt the weakness on the breath of lineage like hounds starved. the blog is the study in ... heavy is the head that wears the crown. reincarnation and the prophecy. state affairs before you're tall enough to forgo the mounting block on rides. the blessing and curse of living extended lives. revenge to satiate anger. being a hero and a villain. a legacy of conquest. the oldest siblings burden. always show them your teeth.

currently affiliated with @absolventiia

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[sunfyred]

a game aegon never wished to play, and yet now that he was left with no choice but to play, he needed to make sure it was him moving the pieces rather than having become a piece himself. and it was abominable, what had been done to him. what he had to endure to realize just how unfair the game really could be. what he would have to live with each day now ; the knowledge he had failed to protect the one thing he had agreed to play this accursed game for.

he saw the pieces differently now. he moved them around more viciously. more eagerly. eager to win. no—eager to make the others lose everything.

uneasy he sat, magenta eyes glassy & elaborate doublet unclasped like he was ready to retire to his chambers already. and retire he might, but he would not find a semblance of peace even there. but well.

peace, was not what he was after anymore.

and to make them lose everything, he needed more pieces to move around. new pieces. eager to win—eager to annihilate. perhaps he was looking at one just now. no longer with juvenile fervor & mirth like he once would but with somber conviction.

how he would have to look each day now, & how the knowledge he too had lost everything had made him look.

"relief," aegon echoed, almost to himself. another feeling he was no longer pursuing. the absence of his child was an ever-bleeding gash, not even the phantom arms of the stranger would bring it any relief.

aegon stirred, half-languid, reaching out for his cup & finding it vexingly empty. other matters that drag attention beyond war.

"not my attention they don't," he added then, loud enough to be heard now. grating & dismissive. "i am told you are skilled in the art of war, and that is what you are to help me with—if such alliance still entertains you."

terrible things his pieces would have to do. terrible things his pieces had to be.

[n1ghtbreeze]

there is no mistaking it: distress.

cahir does not need to be anything exceptional to recognize it in the very weave of the flesh stretched across features. the nature of it all is heavy, grating in every sense; though cahir pays little mind to revisiting the sentiment at hand. it remains the same, regardless of how the man before him wins. he will claim the throne quite thoroughly, and yet, the cost of victory will remain. each blade added to that chair is welded not just in the blood of enemies. the nature of war was cruel.

his own family had often been pruned to the dirt by conflicts acquired ... and it would continue to be: pruned only to grow back stronger. would the targaryen's follow suit ? would their reign follow that of centuries, or would this desecrate them entirely ?

despite their foreign backgrounds, it mattered. if cahir picked sides in a war that relied on dragons, the wrong choice could bring an unwelcome conflict - and the gods had made themselves plenty heard in their desire to preserve fire breathing beasts. cahir reclines slightly in his seat.

" you have been told correctly - my family came to power on the back of prowess in combat. our blood has nurtured the fields for lifetimes ... the blade is my birthright. " a pause, cahir skims hands over his attire, smoothing the wrinkles from posture from fabric. a tentative pause, set in purpose down to the very exhale. a large decision to be made - how much did he truly trust the ideals of others, let alone their coarse of action. would he find himself making the same choices ? questionable, maybe.

when he speaks again, it is casual and even. " you request, might i add, that i face the wrath of dragons - and subsequently, the gods. " jaw sets absently, stare boring through the other. the notion of choice weighs heavy, and yet, he barely bats an eye at the idea. " tell me, your highness, what is it that you will do for meath should we choose to back your noble house in this war ? i do not mean in the weeks, nor months, following ... requesting an alliance that will inevitably make widows, make orphans, make childless parents of my people - it is not an ask so light. "

[n1ghtbreeze]

tbh i'm so obsessed w/ him give

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

[n1ghtbreeze]

open starter, open verse ☼ mutuals only

a  hand  wraps  in  the  heaviness  of  single  clasped  cloak  which  tumbles  down  over  left  shoulder,  tediously-maintained  threads  twist  and  squeeze  in  the  clasp  of  hand  as  he  lifts.  the  movement  is  deliberate  on  all  accords,  though  it  seems  absent  at  best  ...  tentatively  polite  at  most.  a  charming  young  man  from  a  foreign  kingdom  offering  some  semblance  of  comfort,  a  tell-tale  story  from  venom  struck  mouths  that  would  certainly  weigh  differently  across  the  scales  of  friend  and  foe.  chivalrous  to  some,  manipulative  to  others  -  not  that  he  minded,  not  that  he  owed  explanations  to  the  hastily  hidden  glances.

" not  here. " his  tone  is  quiet,  subdued,  easy  as  a  shift  in  breeze  against  the  heaviness  of  shared  room.  it  is  not  meant  for  the  ears  of  others,  a  deliberate  decision  based  on  the  neutrality  of  expression.  he  knows  too  well  how  sharp  mouthed  others  can  be,  how  they  look  for  frays  and  weak-points  to  gain  leverage.  there  were  no  sheep  here;  only  wolves  -  their  snapping  maws  driven  only  by  an  unshakable  need  to  consume  whatever  power  they  could  scrounge  up. " we  shall  take  a  walk  together,  you  and  i,  and  discuss  matters  further  in  a  cooler  environment. " his  tone  rises,  once  again  deliberate,  as  expression  turns  to  something  lofty  and  eased.  he  quietly  holds  firm  where  other  slips. " i  find  that  the  crispness  of  evening  air  clears  my  head. "

cloak-clad  arm  is  wrapped  idle,  hovering,  over  the  small  of  counterpart's  back,  as  if  urging  an  exit.

[n1ghtbreeze]

at least the bay is nearby.

traveling is not something new to cahir, not in the slightest bit; the nature of his father's ruling and the business in which kingdom dealt to pad its ever bolstering economy often demanded cahir spend more time away from the towering walls of home than within them. perhaps the nature of the beast ... any period within walls felt dreadfully long, any period beyond them felt longer still - it left him perpetually restless at times, as starved for quiet as he was for violent. a strange sentiment indeed, and yet, unavoidable all the same. perhaps it stemmed from lifetimes of the gods' games, perhaps it was simply the concept of being sentient well beyond mortal years. whatever it was, the trip to the king's landing was as welcome as it had been dreadful to some regard.

he'd blame the simmering dislike for the idea on the looming concept of necessary politics either way.

as it almost always seems to, visit abroad ends with a grand display of kind gesture: a ball to celebrate a simmering kind of peace. what would normally be perhaps routine is somewhat welcome in the moment - the targaryen's sit upon a throne of iron, they wield much more powerful beasts than a sword ... the very whisper of peace is promising; despite family's reputation and their once crawl to the position they held now, he certainly did not wish to fall into disfavor with the gods. they had granted his house the permission to slay dragons once prior, but that did not mean the sentiment would remain.

the wrath of the gods was much more fearsome than the wrath of man, truly.

chalice passed off absently, the crown prince tries to melt his way through guests - he had spent plenty of time conversing, idling small talk to build acquaintanceship and nurture passing relationships with others in seats of power. with his father's aliments, the responsibility had been quietly passed down to him ... the noble king ruling from in front of the curtain while his son quietly settled into power without truly taking title. groomed for seamless transition, rooting out weak spots before it could become an issue. (an ironic concept if he were to be a prophet - but alas.) and yet, despite desire to remain somewhat unsociable for the remainder of the evening, cahir is confronted with a somewhat familiar face.

" your highness. " his tone is smooth, head bowed forward absently in a broad stroke display of respect. the realm's delight, viserys and aemma had bore a beautiful daughter indeed. his interactions with her had been limited at best, passing conversation and general pleasantries to appease the good king and his late lady wife. mismatch stare bores through her, there is a moment when he strongly considers weaving an excuse to mask unsociable nature, to escape to temporary quarters beyond the bustle of ballroom. but he knows better, such display would earn him lecture after lecture from parents hellbent on ensuring he took throne with both an unshakable resolve and an exceptional roster of alliances to ensure the subsequent smoking out of any problems that could imagine themselves gaining traction with his father's inevitable demise.

" your father offers a great kindness with such wondrous celebration. " despite his idle deterioration, of course. he does not speak such aloud, however - what are they if not settled into the same rocking boat ? cahir offers her an idle smile, hand outstretching - somewhat calloused hands adorned with rings of gold. " shall i have the pleasure of your hand for this measure ? "

royal ball: our muses dance together at a royal ball ☼ royal, fantasy romance & spice for @valyrianvows

[n1ghtbreeze]

do you think that i desired this burden? that i find rest easily in my chambers? ☼ duty is sacrifice for @heartofchivalry

THE HAMMER, how quaint ... the might of kings stretches far beyond his own house, perhaps such will always be true. the notion of strength knows no family crest, only those who wish to wield it - such would always be true. none the less, it is endearing to see such in a targaryen without a dragon; an era not so far passed that cahir chooses to remember with idle selectivity. wars came and went ... waged long before even that of mortal flesh's conception, they would be waged long after even he was truly gone. that which tore the targaryen house apart at one point or another would surely happen again to others.

the crown prince clears his throat, tentative and practiced; his chalice finds purchase over stead surface, thoughts absently gathered and filed with meticulous hands. politics are not waters he prefers to tread - war was easy, one strove to drive their opponent to yield before he or she could be overpowered in response. violence was a common tongue in those moments, accompanied only by the articulation of fear. politics were different, tedious, brimming with games and hidden meanings.

they forced behaviors, idle smiles, the quaint pinch of tongue.

" to claim anyone beseeches the gods for burdens of any sort would be silly, would it not ? " one long leg crosses over the other, form at ease in the heavy curve of chair. eyes rise, settling on his companion, features softened with a sense of ease despite the nature of conversation. it's true. if given choice, he firmly believes that very few would relish the burdens of power. it was enticing, the nature of rule, and yet ... power never came alone, let alone without sharp teeth. it bit the hand that fed it over and over and over again - it required maintenance, it often required blood. the heel of hand settles into temple, lashes fluttering over sun-kissed cheekbones.

" we are bestowed these burdens because we are raised to weather them. " tone remains languid, teetering on something akin to lazy. " the realm and all the lives within her do not care of our rest, or lack there of. "

[n1ghtbreeze]

cahir but it's making the ride back home, perhaps mortally wounded and actively dying, for one last shared breath w/ his sig other. or alternatively, not making it home. whatever.

[n1ghtbreeze]

cahir, through the expanse of reincarnations past, had never been granted siblings. there was a short stint in which his deaths came too often during initial service to god during pantheon wars that it was just improbable. during the time when his family name bore the title of monarch, not just the sword of rulers, his mother finally carried additional children - half elves who had reincarnated, new souls. i think it's a primary reason as to why he was so adamant in keeping peace within the house, but also why losing them was so devastating. he does not remember a time in which he had lost his mother before his own demise, which adds an aspect of the unknown to not only his own life cycle / reincarnation, but also the return of his siblings. which, only cadhla, aoibheann, and neila would do so (and his mother, mind you) - his father, his brother, and his second sister would all go on to choose eternity.

[n1ghtbreeze]

also  sidebar  the  perk  of  shipping  w/  cahir  is  indiscriminate  ability  to  carry  ur  muse.  the  lord  gave  him  two  hands  and  strong  arms  to  lift  a  grown  ass  man  bridal  style,  ok.

[n1ghtbreeze]

Any of the HOTD characters, specifically the women x your muse is a fanfic I’d pay to see. 💳💥

ykw hell yeah me too, g.

[n1ghtbreeze]

leaving  w/  a  suspiciously  helaena  shape  under  my  shirt

[n1ghtbreeze]

also  since  I  have  you  here  -  the  only  time  elves  don’t  have  to  essentially  take  a  number  to  reproduce  is  when  they  have  kids  with  other  humanoid  species  -  bc  half  elves  don’t  count  and  only  are  considered  elves  upon  their  first  death  when  they’re  allowed  to  enter  potential  reincarnation.  technically  children  can  reincarnate  and  be  reborn  to  their  mothers  but  it’s  extremely  rare  and  usually  doesn’t  work  that  way  -  most  elves  are  reborn  into  their  family  names  but  through  the  new  souls  assigned  to  it.  example  being  cahir’s  father  did  not  choose  reincarnation  after  being  beheaded  in  kingdom  fall,  but  his  mother  did  so  she  will  be  reborn  and  her  potential  NEW  children  could  carry  the  souls  of  her  children  prior  to  death.  does  this  make  sense  idk.  reincarnation  typically  skips  a  generation  and  typically  relies  on  the  mother  returning  more  than  the  father  is  what  im  trying  to  say-

[n1ghtbreeze]

it  doesn’t  matter  that  elves  have  to  essentially  wait  until  other  elves  choose  eternity  in  the  afterlife  to  provide  the  gods  with  reason  to  ignite  cycle  and  create  brand  new  souls  to  enter  the  potential  reincarnation  cycle  and  that  cahir’s  siblings  are  essentially  new  souls  as  cahir  was  often  depicted  in  past  lives  as  the  sole  heir  of  throne  -  the  house  tradition  of  sending  their  children  to  fight  wars  settles  in  an  age  old  idea  of  loyalty  to  pantheon  and  also  provides  indisputable  evidence  that  regardless  of  what  happens,  house  nailo  will  continue  to  serve  the  gods  over  mortal  men  and  only  seek  the  strongest  to  carry  the  burden  of  their  family  title-

[dirbenaffleck]

JACQUES LE GRIS The Last Duel (2021) Dir. Ridley Scott requested by @queeniebee 

[n1ghtbreeze]

open starter, open verse ☼ mutuals only

" i imagine you are surprised to learn i do no bear horns or fangs. " well, mostly no fangs ... not in the traditional sense; but elves were long considered wryly entities - evolution had given them a somewhat tapered ear and a somewhat tapered canine, allegedly. " i can assure you, they will not simply sprout if you choose to look away. "