i'll take her as she is.

khadija. 20. she/they nonbinary. palestinian indigenous uruguayan. asoiaf + hotd ocs & fic writer. 

[rhaenyraslaena]

A Song of Mist and Blood

Chapter III: The Ashes of Isana

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Even if they are a stark reminder of Haku – a reminder of her own youth, trained with ruthless intensity, barely a child of seven when Zabuza had plucked the kunai out of a deceased shinobi’s flak jacket and had placed upon her palm, helping to curl her fingers over the cooling surface of the blade.

“I’m not always gonna be here for you, brat.”

He had informed her in a tone resembling a command for her with all of the gruffness that a child of eight years could conjure in all of his power. Though he had not been unkind in his explanation, with fingers that rose to ruffle the dirtied curls of her hair.

“So I’m gonna teach you to defend yourself, okay?”

“R-right. . . Especially ‘cause I want to learn to protect you too.”

[rhaenyraslaena]

Duty is the Death of Love Chapter XI

Visitors in The Night

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“I support your choice in whoever you deem fit to represent you in Damascus.” Eulalia’s own words have descended into whispers that are merely for the hearing of the king before a gasp is soon to part her lips upon the feeling of the tightening of his fingers upon her arm – an indication that this is not merely concern for her safety but his words are to serve as a command as well.

“I forbid you from undertaking such a journey, Eulalia” The firmness within his voice is deepened with the heavy echoing of Baldwin’s mask though yet the words are merely within the hearing of Eulalia, her body now feeling the pressure of the grown intensity of his words – the very kind of protective ferocity that would have been a display all too open within the years of their adolescence.

“The journey to Damascus is far too uncertain, you could be struck down by an enemy that is Muslim or Christian.” Eulalia feels the waves of the intensity of the protectiveness that Baldwin conveys beyond the disguise of his mask – an ever existing reflection of those impassioned cries that had torn themselves from his lips upon the victories within battle.

[rhaenyraslaena]

baldwin iv only good french person i fear

[rhaenyraslaena]

So excited for next chapter, when is it going to come out?

i am hoping to have it completed by sunday or monday!! 🫶🏾 need to treat myself in a stressful time and i rlly am feeling baldwin/eulalia vibes so bad right now, they’re my muses ❤️

[givemewienerschnitzel]

Chapter 20 is now available on the site 🥳

You can read the whole fic here: Vivere militare est

[rhaenyraslaena]

Duty is the Death of Love Chapter X

Dreams of Summer

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“It is not your fault that these men choose to be vile nor do you have the power to put them into their places.”

There exists very little certainty in Eulalia for her ability to soothe over the depths of the guilt that are burrowed deep within Baldwin –merely a teen with the entirety of a kingdom on his shoulders and the threat of a fatal illness that shadows each and every step.

“Two years. Two years and then you are able to take full power.” Her whispers are of gentle reassurance pressing against his skin, her fingers ever lightly pulling through the pale gold of his hair and with particular fondness for the curls that tease the tops of his shoulders.

“It will be much better when we are wed next year.” A mutter of admittance just beneath his breath and his glimmering azure bright eyes fluttering closed with the comfort of the stroking of his hair – a moment none too complicated, with only the two of them widen the gardens . . . But a moment of paradise. “I can wait for the age of my majority. . . But our marriage cannot arrive soon enough.”

[garnetcicada]

He loves music

[rhaenyraslaena]

Duty is the Death of Love Chapter X

Dreams of Summer

Available Here: ao3

“It is not your fault that these men choose to be vile nor do you have the power to put them into their places.”

There exists very little certainty in Eulalia for her ability to soothe over the depths of the guilt that are burrowed deep within Baldwin –merely a teen with the entirety of a kingdom on his shoulders and the threat of a fatal illness that shadows each and every step.

“Two years. Two years and then you are able to take full power.” Her whispers are of gentle reassurance pressing against his skin, her fingers ever lightly pulling through the pale gold of his hair and with particular fondness for the curls that tease the tops of his shoulders.

“It will be much better when we are wed next year.” A mutter of admittance just beneath his breath and his glimmering azure bright eyes fluttering closed with the comfort of the stroking of his hair – a moment none too complicated, with only the two of them widen the gardens . . . But a moment of paradise. “I can wait for the age of my majority. . . But our marriage cannot arrive soon enough.”

[hmione-deactivated20241006]

Rhaenyra Targaryen in House of the Dragon | 1×01

[odlnus]

Baldwin IV

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[rhaenyraslaena]

tiberias x salah al-din my most treasured toxic doomed old man yaoi ship

[ruina-031]

Drawing a scene from Kingdom of Heaven. I need occasional practices so that I don't suck. Besides, Baldwin IV is such a good boi.

[knight-parzival]

The rotten lily

[missreinarabbit]

[sar-per]

[transmascfrankiero]

[rhaenyraslaena]

Duty is the Death of Love Chapter IX

Jerusalem Beckons

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“I do not recognize these banners, Eulalia. Might you recognize them because you are the princess that is most properly trained in court etiquette and knowledge?” Marwan reining in his horse in approach to her side is accompanied by a snark laced voice and an inquiring brow raised with curiosity.

“They belong to Godfrey of Ibelin, one of the great knights of Jerusalem.” Though her plain garments of white cotton may disguise her identity as Eulalia of Bethlehem , the growth of annoyance against her features is curbed though she may wish to grant a slap against the skull of her cousin for the mocking tinged commentary. “His banners are very common at court, especially now if he’s made his return from France.”

An utterance of an Aramaic name derogatory in nature for a person of French descent follows with swiftness as Marawn has never held any drop of affection for the nobility of foreign descent that took occupation of the lands upon the creation of the kingdom.

[helaena-targaryens]

—history of man; maisie peters

[rhaenyraslaena]

Duty is the Death of Love Chapter IX

Jerusalem Beckons

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“I do not recognize these banners, Eulalia. Might you recognize them because you are the princess that is most properly trained in court etiquette and knowledge?” Marwan reining in his horse in approach to her side is accompanied by a snark laced voice and an inquiring brow raised with curiosity.

“They belong to Godfrey of Ibelin, one of the great knights of Jerusalem.” Though her plain garments of white cotton may disguise her identity as Eulalia of Bethlehem , the growth of annoyance against her features is curbed though she may wish to grant a slap against the skull of her cousin for the mocking tinged commentary. “His banners are very common at court, especially now if he’s made his return from France.”

An utterance of an Aramaic name derogatory in nature for a person of French descent follows with swiftness as Marawn has never held any drop of affection for the nobility of foreign descent that took occupation of the lands upon the creation of the kingdom.