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A nod from him. Daemon was originally tipped off that something was off when every time he was supposed to met with Willem that something popped up. He was curious what his girls were up to.

So he'd found something to do at least until dinner. He looked up and was instantly on edge seeing the boys file into the room. It had to be something considering that he knew that they didn't get along with each other.

"All of you are in agreement?" A raised eyebrow. That was even more surprising to him then anything. Not even Luke speaking first, but he couldn't be more surprised at Jace's next sentence.

"Did you get Baela, Rhaena, and Joffrey in on this little scheme as well?" He asked. Not that his girls would let anything or anyone tell them what to do, and Joffrey was still little enough he'd want what his brothers did.

"And why exactly shouldn't they get married?" He asked. "This must be very interesting." He move to sit in a chair.

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Jace and Luke, looked a bit timid at the mention of involving their siblings in their scheme. The twins definitely took more convincing, especially from Baela who nearly knocked their heads together, but Joffery was easily swayed at the promise of giving their share of cake to him after supper. Aegon and Aemond only joined after overhearing the boys' distaste for Willem, and that's when they began plotting.

"He's not good for her. Mother said he proposed to her when he was Luke's age, he's just chasing after Valyrian blood," Jace explained.

Luke nodded in agreement, "We know nothing about Willem. She shouldn't marry him and be shipped off to the Riverlands. She should be where her family is."

"He's an outsider from a small house, with only ravens and a dead tree to his name, wanting a wife that can give him more," Aegon added on.

Aemond was his usual, stoic self, but even he joined in. "The Blackwoods are outsiders, even in the Riverlands, with their old gods and strange beliefs. Marrying Myella would grant them power from the crown against their rival House Bracken. And, in time if Myella were to have an heir with him, a dragon."

"How do you know these things?"

Aemond nearly rolled his one eye at his brother's cluelessness, "It might come to mind, brother, that all of Maester Orwyle's 'boring lectures' would do you some good."

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Plot : Willem is too late and arrives during the aftermath of the Battle of the Burning Mill.

"Davos was a good lad. Stubborn and haughty, but caring...and now he rests."

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Plot : Takes place after the Battle of the Burning Mill (S2 SPOILERS)

"Find survivors, collect the dead, and send the Brackens back their men. 'Least we can do is let their families mourn them. I need to get a raven to her grace."

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Plot: Your muse finds Willem at the weirwood praying.

"I don't come here as much as I used to. Not since my father died...I know the weirwood is dead, but I'd like to think the gods still will hear my prayers."

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Daemon can't say that he's exactly pleased to hear of Myella's betrothal to Willem but he knows that it is out of his hands. He is all too aware of the reach of his brother's hand, considering Viserys is king of the realm.

He can huff and puff all he wants but it won't make any headway toward changing Viserys's mind, much to his displeasure. He will have to play nice, especially if he wants to remain on his brother's good side, not to mention his new wife.

He cuts a glance toward Rhaenyra, who all but pushes him toward his daughter as if silently telling him to behave. He lets out a heavy sigh of obvious displeasure but he turns back to Willem and Myella.

He can feel a sneer crossing his lips as he gives Willem an obvious once-over as if he doesn't care that it is obvious that he is sizing up the other man. It hits him after a few seconds that he should be playing nice for his daughter, more than his brother or new wife.

This is what draws him out of his moment of reflection, more than the thought that he should have said something before now. He lowers his head in a slight nod of acknowledgment before speaking, making sure that his voice does not betray his annoyance about this new situation.

"I sincerely hope you speak the truth, as I'm quite sure your wife-to-be has warned you of my...less than admirable qualities long before now."

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes behind him and shakes her head, which brings a slight smirk to his lips.

"Wife, as much as you tried to hide that reaction, I know you're sneering at me."

He shakes his head, more to himself than to anyone else assembled in the room, before he sobers up remarkably quickly.

"You'll have to forgive me if I'm surly. I wasn't aware that my daughter was to be betrothed before it was over and done with."

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He chuckled a bit, "Yes, I've been told you know your way with Dark Sister."

Willem often tried to smile through uncomfortable situations, and now was no different. He had only assumed their engagement would've been discussed more with the entire family, but it appears not. He supposed that wasn't any of his business. However, he would be mistaken, as his advisors constantly reminded him, he wasn't just marrying a girl. He was to marry into the royal family. A princess. The princess of the Prince Daemon. Was he in over his head with this? A bit. But, Willem wouldn't be scared off so easily. If Myella was to be his lady, he would endure it all for it.

"Yes, I suppose things happened all rather quickly..." he murmured.

He was still shocked when he thought about Myella announcing that she would marry him. Out of all the lords bold enough to come to the Red Keep, she chose him. "Perhaps, we can use the time to get to know one another. Myella loves you very much, as any daughter would, and I know it would please her to see us acquainted. And it would please me to see her happy."

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@ravenblccded For Steffon: “ so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here? ” //sorry i was just feeling the brother and betrothed drama lol

Steffon lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes as those words. Why was it that everyone assumed he cared so much? Cared about his sisters cared about his brothers care care care. Why the fuck would he care about anything to do with his Targaryen side? He had purposefully kept his Royce name even though he should be entitled to a lot more than just his piece of the Vale if he kept is Targaryen name. He did it because he hated this family hated his father.

"My marrying my sister would have been to keep the bloodline pure it really was nothing personal. I had no interest in it I have my sights set elsewhere. If it would inflate your ego to hear that I am so heartbroken she chose to marry some poor little... whatever house you are then sure poor me boo hoo. Honestly I understand her reasoning it's the best she can do given who her mother is. I'm happy for her truly now can this conversation be done?" He's utterly bored with it all and not in the mood to pick whatever fight Willem wanted to pick.

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Willem is unphased, but amused by Steffon's biting honesty and bluntness. He was warned by Myella of her brother's attitude, but didn't let that deter him. He knew that his betrothed cared a lot about her brother, and it would please her to know that they would be friendly with one another. Though, from this introduction, Willem figured the best he could hope for was to be at the very least civil.

"I mean no offense, Prince Steffon. I know Myella loves you and cares deeply for you. I only mean to ask to know if you truly support our marriage. It would mean a lot to her to have your official blessing," he explained.

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A hum from Daemon. He wasn't fully sure he believed that, but he'd let it go for now. She hadn't given him any reason to not too.

He was almost sure his reputation would have preceded him more then his daughter speaking kindly of him. "How interesting." He said. "I hadn't thought she would." He knew he wasn't always the best father but he certainly tried.

A nod from him. "Yes that would be fine." If he wasn't slightly suspicious before he certainly was now. There was something else going on that the two were just hoping to catch them in the right mood.

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He smiled, feeling a little at ease, though his nerves still lingered. Willem wasn’t sure what Daemon thought of him, sure it had only been their first meeting, but he only wondered what his own reputation was. Had the Princess Rhaenyra told him about his proposal to her when he was just a boy? Or that his house was considered ‘small’ and ‘insignificant’ in the Riverlands. Willem couldn’t be sure, but he hoped his actual character would prove to the prince he was a worthy husband for Myella. “Right, we’ll I suppose you would like to rest first,” he said, “Until later, Prince Daemon.”

He gave another bow, before joining Myella in leading her cousins to their old chambers. He felt a little out of place and overwhelmed, his family was not as vast as theirs, but he was still polite and had Myella with him. However, when time came to meet with his future father-in-law, Willem seemed to be pulled in every which direction. At first, it was Ladies Baela and Rhaena wanting to ask about the Riverlands and Weirwood trees, which seemed to keep going in circles. Then, little Joffrey asked for his help to find a missing wooden seahorse that took longer than expected, and eventually was found in the courtyard.

While Willem was everywhere besides where he wanted to be, the boys took this opportunity to approach Daemon while he was alone. Luke, Jace, Aegon, and even Aemond all filed into his chambers before dinner. It was certainly an odd sight, considering the years of bad blood between them. “Uncle,” his nephews greeted.

“Daemon—father, we’ve been thinking, all of us, and wanted to tell you something,” Luke timidly started.

“Myella shouldn’t marry Lord Blackwood,” Jace finished.

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

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rhaenyra took the drawing from him, studying it and all it's crude imagery. some men might have known better than to show such a drawing to their queen, but rhaenyra found it funny. the drawing itself drew forth a stirring kind of anger, righteous anger for such disrespect towards myella. she would describe it for daemon later, as she was sure it would arouse the same reaction from him.

his quick shift to sentimentality was a welcome one for surely rhaenyra would have been quick to slip into her rage otherwise. she passed him back the drawing whole she listened to him speak. "you have no cause to be sorry. myella is a smart girl," she agreed, "rest assured that if she chose you she chose you for good reason."

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Willem took the drawing and crumpled it up, shoving it in his pocket. He knew his betrothed's temper matched her fathers, and he figured it would be best not to ignite it. He remembered his advisors, his own sister going back and forth on his proposal to Myella. They were split; half were against the idea of him marrying a Targaryen, while the others jumped at the chance of having royal blood in the family. Willem, however, didn't care what any of the had to say. He had only told them as a curtesy, their opinions didn't matter. "I hope so, and I hope to be the husbands she needs and wants and more."

He took a moment, his mind leaving sentiments and back at the matter at hand. "Your grace, when I proposed to you all those years ago, I spoke of how my ancestors aided yours during the dragon's conquest, and that my house hold deep roots in this land before yours even set their eyes on it. I still believe those words are true. The Hightowers align themselves with the new gods, and us the old. While you the old gods of Valyria, and mine of the first men, I do believe we shared a common goal," Willem paused, unsure how to continue and get his point across, "There are...things that houses like the Hightowers will never understand and know. Things beyond are control and understanding."

Willem felt like a fool. The queen would probably laugh in his face if he used the word 'magic,' but what else could he say? All the books he read to understand his warging abilities, and prophecies by the Children of the Forest were mocked by most maesters of the citadel.

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rhaenyra could imagine what someone more traditional would think her refilling his wine glass was below her. she'd been a cup bearer as a girl, she was more than qualified. after their two cups had been filled, she set the wine aside and returned her gaze to brynden. "your warning is much appreciated, but we have considered this." they had weighed their options when it came to myella's suitors and what the outcome would be when they were married. they weren't entirely able to verify which way the houses of the riverlands would lean, but his warning confirmed their best assumptions. "do those houses know about your engagement?"

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"Yes, my allies and advisors wish us all the best. Others....well, they find our engagement, how should I put it? Amusing? The Brackens already sent their wedding gift," he remarked as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a parchment.

It was a crude drawing of a dragon mounting a raven, with extra anatomical parts. "The Brackens have always been petty lords, more suited to be jesters. I think they're jealous. Myella is stronger and smarter than all of them combined," he smiled upon thinking of his betrothed, "I still wonder why she picked me....I'm sorry, your grace, I didn't mean to get to sentimental."

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"I love you." Rhaenerys says, her gaze longing showing all that love she had felt. She knew Mother would be furious with this revelation but in that moment she did not care. "I have been in love with you for a long time I think. I... I had to tell you before it was too late."

open || rhaenerys targaryen || m/f/nb

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Willem had never thought of himself to be a 'high lord' of the Riverlands, whatever that meant. But, despite their small influence, he was proud of his house. He had the blood of the First Men and the North in him. However, he wasn't audacious to think he would be remarkable enough with his time in the capital. He was only there to further try and gain some peace with the Brackens. However, little did he think he would find himself speaking to the Princess on more than one occasion. Despite their brief time, he found her charming and enjoyed her company. Willem kept his distance, though. The cold stares from Queen Alicent and Prince Aemond were more than understandable. He was an outsider to them, a little lord with no real power.

He froze in his tracks when he heard those three words. Willem only was there to say goodbye, as he would ride back to Raventree Hall the following morning. He was afraid this would happen. Yes, he was smitten as well, but Willem knew it could never be. He sighed and turned to face her. "I-....Rhaenerys...." he wasn't even sure where to start, "We can't. You're the Princess, I'm just a lord. I have nothing to offer you or your family."

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she was glad this engagement seemed to be working out for myella. rhaenyra hadn't been so taken with her potential suitors, and they hadn't been so taken with her, only her name. willem seemed respectful, kind even and if that continued throughout his marriage with myella then perhaps there was good that could come from this. if not, willem knew the targaryen words as well as anyone else. "all is forgiven. would you like some more wine?" she reached for the decanter. she was going to refill her own glass, it was only right she offer some to her companion.

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"Yes, thank you," he said as he held his cup for her to pour.

It seemed like a weird twist a fate. As a lad, he propose to the princess, only to be rejected. Now, he proposed to the princess once more, and now he was to be the Targaryen's supporters in the Riverlands. Maybe he was always destined to marry a Targaryen. He had always heard the stories of fate and that everyone has a destiny. Willem wasn't sure. He wasn't a greenseer, just a warg. "I must warn you, your Grace, my house's alliance to yours will push the Brackens to support the Greens. Along with House Justman, Mudd, and Teague. But, House Pemford, Reed, Lychester, and Erenford will follow us as soon as I get the ravens out."

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Myella chuckled a bit at her father's question. "Of course not, the High Septon said couldn't perform the ceremony on such short noticed," she teased, hoping her joke wouldn't stir any suspicion from her father.

In truth, Myella and Willem were hoping their meeting would gain her father's approval, and convince her family to stay long enough for a wedding within the month. Neither of them wanted anything too grand, nor did they want to invite the many houses who didn't care about them. Instead, the pair wanted a close, intimate wedding with the people they wanted to be there. She went on to hug her siblings and Rhaenyra as Willem spoke with her father. "You as well, Myella speaks very high of you. I hope were well," he said.

Myella subtly shot him a look as he went through the usual pleasantries. Willem felt a slight nervousness in his stomach, but pressed on. "I-If we could, my Prince. After you have rested and settled, I hope we could speak before dinner," he stumbled out.

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@ravenblccded sent : “I can assure you, Princess, my intentions with Myella are pure. It isn’t dragons or Targaryen blood I chase after, but her heart. Whatever opinions you have of me, I hope I can change them to good ones.”

rhaenyra knew they needed support from the smaller houses as much as support from the great houses. they could not depend on the houses to fall in line with the great houses, not anymore. still, myella's agreeing to marriage to willem blackwood came as a surprise to her. the riverlands were so far away. she couldn't imagine the appeal, but then again she had her sights set on what was her's by rights. "i should hope so," she was doing her best to be...supportive though. "i've much experience spotting a suitor with his eyes on what our family can provide." she smiled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit with a joke.

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Willem wasn’t entirely sure why Myella accepted his proposal either. He had only decided to ask for the Princess’ hand on a whim. He knew that alliances grew stronger from marriages, more often than not. So, when he proposed, he was surprised—yet happy—that she said yes. It’s not like they were close prior to all of this. He had only heard of the Princess in name and reputation. Perhaps Myella was charmed by their few exchanges. But, Willem for sure was taken with her. He chuckled a bit, though unable to shake his nerves around his new Queen. Rhaenyra’s presence was commanding as ever. “I had no doubt, that you see right through all of us, Princess—sorry, your Grace.”

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Willem knew that marrying Myella wouldn’t be an easy task. He figured most of the issue would be from public opinion from his advisors and such. He knew that his future wife’s reputation preceded her, but he didn’t care. He would always defend her, loyally and emphatically. However, what Willem didn’t expect was navigating her family. Yes, he knew that marrying the niece of the king would take a great deal of effort on his part, but Willem seemed to forget one thing: her father. Their marriage was partly arranged by the king, not Prince Daemon. The Prince had not factored into Willem’s mind at all. It’s not like he was scared of him…

Well, perhaps he was a little. But, only an idiot wouldn’t be scared of Prince Daemon even a little bit. If his Dark Sister didn’t strike fear into a man’s heart, then certainly the Blood Wyrm did. Plus, now that Daemon was wed to Rhaenyra, it was probably a bad look considered Willem had asked for her hand when he was just a boy. Regardless, his love for Myella was greater than his fear of her father. So, when time came to meet before their wedding, Willem tried to look forward to the meeting.

He waited anxiously with his bride-to-be for the arrival of her family. When they did, he watched as Myella tenderly hugged her father and turned to introduce them, “Father, this is Willem.”

He gave a curt bow, “My Prince. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

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Open to: M/F/NB

Plot: Willem is a warg, but doesn’t want anyone to know.

“Don’t be ridiculous, there is no magic. Not anymore, anyways. All magic died with the Children of the Forrest.”

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"THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU HURT ME" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for painful conversations, adjust as necessary

we didn't exactly part ways on a good note.

i'm still waiting for my apology. you know. the one you owe me?

i hated what you've done to me.

the guilt eats me up inside.

you put me in an awkward position.

i thought i told you i never wanted to see you again.

this isn't what i had in mind.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

i want you to leave me alone.

you haven't apologized for what you did.

i don't want to see you. i never want to see you.

i said it once and i'll say it again. leave me alone!

go away, and never come back here!

i can't forgive you.

you're just sorry you got caught.

if you're looking for forgiveness, you won't find it here.

you broke my heart. what part of that do you not understand?

how am i supposed to just look the other way?

i stuck my neck out for you, and this is the thanks i get?

you were never going to apologize.

can we speak of this another time? i'm busy.

i never want to see your face again.

you know what? lose my number.

get out of my face.

you're not welcome here anymore.

i should have apologized ages ago.

you missed your chance to apologize to me.

you had plenty of opportunities to say sorry.

you're not sorry for what you did.

can't you just leave me alone?

i'm here to apologize to you.

i'll do anything you ask of me.

you know i had no other choice.

go somewhere else. not here. you're not welcome here.

don't come any closer.

turn around and walk straight out the door.

i said get away from me.

i just need five minutes of your time.

i think i owe you a pretty substantial apology.

the last time i saw you... i hurt you. i didn't mean to hurt you, but i know i did.

could you give me a second chance to make it up to you?

i can still see the hurt on your face.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

i should have come to you sooner, i'll admit.

is there any way we can talk about what happened?

i never should have done what i did.

you have no idea the damage you caused.

i think it'd be best if we never spoke again.

delete my number.

what i did to you... is unforgiveable.

could you at least listen to me for five minutes?

i never meant to hurt you like this.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you.

you deserved better than that. i know that now.

what if we tried again?

maybe i don't deserve forgiveness after all.

i don't even want to hear it.

don't say another word.