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@sonarvedros
❝ THE WORD 'FATHER' ROTTED IN MY MOUTH. ❞ (..) - GAEL TARGARYEN, an independent, private, and selective original character for HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRA.GON and GRRM'S FIRE AND BLO.OD. hidden and spared by KIT. sideblog to IDANAZALDRIZES.
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❝ YOU WEAR AN ANCESTOR'S FACE. YOU LOOK LIKE A WOMAN YOU'LL NEVER MEET. IN THE MIRROR, THERE ARE THOUSANDS OF YOU. AND IN THE BATH, WHEN YOU LOOK DOWN, SHE LOOKS BACK, SHAKING AND DEFORMING IN THE RIPPLES AS SHE LIES BENEATH THE SURFACE. ❞ - (..) FREEWILLDS, an independent, private and selective multimuse for fantasy based muses, featuring AEREA VELARYON and GAEL TARGARYEN, from HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON / GRRM's FIRE&BLOOD. loved wild and free by KIT.
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Sōnar had hardly left the dragon pit since Gael's death, being kept chained up by the dragon keepers; the white beast having been deemed too unpredictable after losing his rider, even if he still had his mate. losing his rider had made something snap within the white beast, and the dragon keepers dared not let anyone try to claim him; so when this girl approached him, the white beast rose his head from the ground, his mouth gaping open as his blue flame started brewing up.
@sonarvedros clicked the heart for a small thing from Sōnar
SHE HAD FELT A CALLING FROM THE DRAGONPIT. Truly, if she were honest, she had felt it as long as she remembered, but there were always guards and dragonkeepers on hand to keep wandering princesses away. (There had always been excuses at hand as to why; she had been sickly as a child, Kepa had wanted her to keep muña company while Nyra and Alicent played, Jaehaerys had never permitted her an egg of her own - but she knows the truth now.)
"lykirī, Sōnar. Vaoreznuni naejot keligon aōha ēdrugon iksan." For she cannot speak of it with Kepa and trust the sordid secret to remain so, not with Otto Hightower seeking a crown for young Egg's head over Nyra. Daemon had been less than helpful with her questions, trapped in the Vale in the early days of his marriage, unknowing, or perhaps unwilling, to know what happened. "You are the only one I can trust to be truthful."
ELLE FANNING as Catherine the Great The Great, Wedding (s02e10)
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❝ i saw then how i had changed. ❞ ❝ name one hero who was happy — you can’t. ❞ ❝ i feel like i could eat the world raw. ❞ ❝ you are half my soul, as the poets say. ❞ ❝ i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me. ❞ ❝ i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ❞ ❝ you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect. ❞ ❝ do you hear me? please, say something. ❞ ❝ your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me. ❞ ❝ you do not give things up so easily now as you once did. ❞ ❝ now i know how to make you follow me everywhere. ❞ ❝ i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness. ❞ ❝ there is no law that gods must be fair. ❞ ❝ i have never seen anyone fight the way you do. ❞ ❝ our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses. ❞ ❝ the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. ❞ ❝ when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you. ❞ ❝ you were always better with words than i. ❞ ❝ i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me. ❞ ❝ you smile, and your face is like the sun. ❞ ❝ i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human. ❞ ❝ do you want to walk up to the woods? ❞ ❝ you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long. ❞ ❝ there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. ❞ ❝ we are like gods at the dawning of the world. ❞ ❝ nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity. ❞ ❝ i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest. ❞ ❝ those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all. ❞ ❝ you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you. ❞ ❝ it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. ❞ ❝ you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. ❞ ❝ i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom. ❞ ❝ if you have to go, you know i will go with you. ❞ ❝ there is no one like you. ❞ ❝ we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal. ❞ ❝ and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. ❞ ❝ who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win. ❞ ❝ do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost. ❞ ❝ you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough. ❞ ❝ no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from. ❞ ❝ strange that such a small kindness feels like grace. ❞ ❝ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. ❞ ❝ i cannot bear to see you grieving. ❞ ❝ i remember little more than scattered images from my life then. ❞ ❝ i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world. ❞ ❝ i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats. ❞ ❝ in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards. ❞ ❝ you may still make a good person. ❞ ❝ you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening. ❞ ❝ the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. ❞ ❝ i hoped that you would come. ❞ ❝ the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. ❞ ❝ i have weathered the anger of gods before. ❞ ❝ i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence. ❞ ❝ there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said. ❞ ❝ you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you? ❞ ❝ my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. ❞ ❝ i will not cry in front of you. ❞ ❝ listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you. ❞ ❝ there is no honor in betraying your friends. ❞ ❝ i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt. ❞ ❝ i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes. ❞ ❝ i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other. ❞ ❝ gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories. ❞ ❝ you will be dead soon enough. ❞ ❝ you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed. ❞ ❝ you left yourself today. and now you are returned. ❞ ❝ you are a better person than i. ❞ ❝ whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. ❞ ❝ you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know. ❞ ❝ my life is my reputation. it is all i have. ❞ ❝ may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. ❞ ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞ ❝ even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me. ❞ ❝ the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire. ❞ ❝ do you think we fight hopeless wars? ❞ ❝ it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal. ❞ ❝ if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all. ❞ ❝ no one has ever tried to take something from me. ❞ ❝ stay behind me. ❞ ❝ will you help me put the rest of my armor on? ❞ ❝ your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable. ❞ ❝ i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end. ❞ ❝ your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. ❞ ❝ he is not worthy of you. he never has been. ❞ ❝ will you tell me who hurt you? ❞ ❝ it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking. ❞ ❝ i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you. ❞ ❝ you have always thought too much of yourself. ❞ ❝ some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. ❞ ❝ even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for. ❞ ❝ our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other. ❞ ❝ you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely. ❞ ❝ you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again. ❞ ❝ i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom. ❞ ❝ you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. ❞ ❝ when there is greed, there is hope. ❞ ❝ i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down. ❞ ❝ you are angry, and not without reason. ❞ ❝ you feel mislead; you were promised victory. ❞ ❝ you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before. ❞
@byazriel
❝ more than once, i have dreamed of giving up the crown. ❞ from kermit
SHE WISHES HER CHILDREN COULD BE SPARED THE GRIEF AND EXPECTATIONS OF THE CROWN. Watching her sister's and her nephews' fates were hard enough, she does not wish to see it break her sons either. (They have lost aunts and cousins and fathers alike, how long until they lose their mother? till they lose each other?)
"If we are lucky it will be a great many years before you even have a crown to give up." Her own father's reign was long and the Realm has grown tired of war. She does not wish to doom one son to spare another.
@byazriel
kermit knows that his father loved him, but all his life, his mother has been his fiercest supporter, & the one who loves him most. the blood of the dragon runs strong in gael targaryen's veins, a strength that he bears witness to each day. a strength that she passed on to her half tully children, birthing warriors who would fight & die for family, duty, & honor with fire & blood. " worry not, mother. trust that i will lead our men to victory, & the gods will see me back to our family. "
SHE WISHES, DESPERATELY, TO TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME. Her son should not have to wage war on his usurper uncle, should not have to mourn his Queen aunt and fear for the life of the one cousin remaining to him. Should not have to send his father's corpse back to Riverrun.
"ñuha nēdenka valītsos, leadership is a heavy weight to bear even for the most prepared. You deserved more time." Gael herself was a girl younger than even her youngest when her mother passed (And but a babe in arms when her true mother walked into Blackwater Bay in her grief.) and a woman grown when the rest of House Targaryen's tragedies crept in, death has a way of catching them unawares, stealing their loved ones for themself.
"I do not doubt your strength, nor your heart. You are as fierce a Tully as you are Targaryen." Her sweet boys of water and fire, river and sky. She would've granted them eggs of their own if it was in her power but she finds herself selfishly glad of the lack, these days - Luke, Rhaenys, Jace. Her sons will not be counted amongst the growing numbers dying as dragonriders of old. (Nor would a wild dragon bond be permitted either, Sheepstealer already taken and The Cannibal a fool's attempt.)
"I will escort your father back to Riverrun. I expect to see you hale and whole on my return." Not a corpse to return to the rivers' of his forefathers.
@byazriel
❛ All that I have, I owe to you. ❜ / from kermit
HE IS A SWEET BOY, HER FIRSTBORN. There had been fear aplenty when her courses stopped that first time, for her mother had laboured many a times with nothing but her sweet daughters' to show for it. Even Rhaenyra had not escaped it, had rallied against thoughts of marriage and babes as long as their father permitted it.
And yet, when she had felt him flutter inside her that first time, when little hands and feet pounded away, when she heard his first cry and held him bloody in her arms, it had all been worth it. (And if there had been bitter tears shed for her mother's fate that night, then there were none but her babe and husband to hear.)
"And I am honored you think so highly of me, dōna valītsos." Hands cannot resist to urge to brush back red locks. Some may say her son is too old for such gentle touches but he will always be a little boy in her eyes, toddling after his father, wrapped up tight against her chest for his first flight.
ELLE FANNING as Catherine the Great The Great, Heads It’s Me (s02e01)
@lunarfey
❛ How lucky you are to have a say in your own life. ❜
SHE HAS NOT BEEN AFFORDED AS MUCH SAY AS SHE WOULD HAVE HOPED. Elmo had been her choice, that is true, but not the marriage as a whole, not the time or the setting. The conventions of marriage and childbirth had been hanging over her head since her mother's cruel death, with babe after babe lost until it had become too much.
"Much of that has come from Vermithor, i'm afraid." She cannot say her claiming was wholely premediated but more in part a reaction to the sordid truth of her birth. She had wished to look the great Bronze Fury in the eyes, he who had hatched in her father's own cradle, and see if she'd be found wanting. A princess with a dragon could not be thrown at any mere Lordling of the Realm, nor trapped in the Hightower or sent to the Faith.
"I do not have as much a say in my husband's house, though that is more Lord Grover's doing." She is not some dog to be chained and forgotten, she is the Blood of the Dragon. To think he would order her babe's kept from her mount as if he had any say in denying their birthrights? (She had taken them to the skies as soon as she recovered from the birthing bed, a taste of what they might have been afforded, had things been different.)
"...Ravens aren't enough." Jeyne replied, sadly. "...Where are the dragons going? Is it far?" She felt like a child, asking so vaguely, but the painted table had been the first time she had seen a country-wide map. It was almost dizzying. Gods, the world was so big. She had never left the capital before Mysaria stole her away.
All Jeyne wanted was to be a mother, to dress herself and listen to songs and to attend public plays in the park, and if she dreamed more, it was to save enough to retire and not put that big of a strain on her son... to live.
Now she can see cities from skies above, so far up that people are not visible. Her son will have the same right. Her sweet boy, child of Daemon, bonded with a Dragon when Rhaenyra's youngest still is not... Best to learn as much as she can. She had once heard Dragons are part of the rider's soul. Cedric would not live to see a part of his soul ripped away. She did her best not to think about it.
"Wherever dragons go, it will come to fights." On some level everyone says laws protect envoys, but if Jeyne were a prince she would not respect it. "Who was chosen? Are the princes going?" Are you going? Gael made her feel safest out of all the riders she had met. Jeyne worried for her son and herself, and didn't want to see her go away.
AS FAR AS THEY ARE NEEDED TO END THIS NEEDLESS WAR. Her sister would see the Realm's loyalty secured before sending the dragons to fight and burn, and Gael cannot disagree. When dragons fly to war, everything burns. They cannot allow the Realm to burn when there is yet a better path, not when the Smallfolk should not have to suffer for the decisions made by Lords in their keeps, nor starve or burn in their beds.
"Securing the support of Storm's End, the Eyrie, and Winterfell is most paramount if we are to see bloodshed prevented." There has yet to be a Stark who sullies an oath made, and House Arryn's support is all but guarenteed through Rhaenyra's Arryn blood and their love for the late Queen Aemma, but there has been little interaction with their Baratheon cousins as of late and she mislikes their silence.
"Jacaerys and Lucerys have offered to bear those messages. The Queen has yet to accept." Rhaenyra had once offered to act as an envoy for their father on dragonback, it seems her sons are following in their mother's footsteps. Gael has never been more grateful nor more filled with regret that her own sons have no dragons to their name for the coming war, for they will not expected to fly to battle but may still fall in other ways.
"Still, more experienced riders would not be remiss, if it would not leave Dragonstone open to attack should the worst come." Jeyne and Silverwing may act as defense should the need come if Rhaenyra is not yet able to ride. Gael may be sent as an envoy or a reminder to Lord Grover of the oath he swore. Family, Duty, Honor.
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Daenys is brooding. It's not uncommon for her she had been labeled with the term brat and seen as the forever petulant child. Even now when she thinks she has matured and grown most people roll their eyes and move on. So she usually never vocalizes what she is feeling as she knows no one will believe her. Still, she trusts Gael enough to at least try. If she is dismissed again well then that's one more person she cannot talk to on a long list.
"Are you ever...jealous?" She asks before glancing over. "Not of things but of people. Like you see their happiness and their love and you just want to take it for yourself? Sometimes I wonder why some people get many chances to be happy and others get none. Do the Gods decide before we are born who will be miserable and alone?"
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SHE HAS BEEN A POOR SISTER OF LATE. Time and duties have kept her seperated from her sisters in the keep these days, Lord Grover an ever-annoying thorn in her side at all hours, demanding yet more heirs of Riverrun, as if the Lord of her husband's House may order a Princess of the Blood. Elmo and her had both agreed that more children would grace their halls when the time was right. (Though with tensions growing amongst the factions of her father's Court, there may not be a right time, not with war on the horizon.)
"Some would say it is beneath the Blood of the Dragon to feel jealous others but it is only natural, Daenys." Who takes care of her hāedar while Rhaenyra and Alicent lock horns, and their kepa loses more hair and extremities with each visit home. She has only stories of their mother to get by and mentions of their mother have grown scarce under the green Queen Consort's influence. (As if little Alicent Hightower could be half the Queen their mother was.)
"What has brought these thoughts upon you, ñuha zaldrītsos? You are my sister, my hāedar. I have loved you from the moment muña first let us see you in your cradle." Gael had been all but 10 when their father's latest attempt at his long sought for son had born a healthy daughter instead, a joyous occasion amidst many losses. In many ways, Daenys had prepared her for own babes.
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It was stupid of them to blame him, yet here he was. He did not fear for his life, but who knew what he'd go through next. Better him than his idiot brothers, at least. Neither would handle it well. The moment the king's death was found, he was barred to leave, and the death of the bastard boy sent him to the darks beneath the castle. He had managed to break the nose of the man in charge of sending for him, but not more so his small retinue managed to remain alive. Not that they were brought down to the dungeons
"Reconsidered why? Did I lie? No. You curse the way I say things, but all I did was warn you, though none of you deserved it. You are all cossetted babes who think of blood and war as something that only hurts the walking man! Well, now you have felt it and will soon feel it again." Venom dripped of his voice, thick as always.
Stannis couldn't assure what killed Lucerys Waters, but he did know that though the distance was short, it would not be a pleasure flight. If the Blacks had been cleverer, they would have sent a ship with him. By the time it was to be spotted very little could be done to it, and guest right would bound Borros and his daughters to protect their retinue. Not even Robert would be able to do anything about it.
"Storms are wind above as well as tides. The boy's size was about the size of a horse. Why on earth would you lot send him? He's dead more for your doing than anything else. Queen Rhaenyra will find a way to punish whoever she wants as an excuse to raise her ugly banners, and will sob in front of crowds when the rest of her bastard children fall off their coddled nest and die as well. You know how to right this, but you won't." Not even Kings are above the law. Right the crown to Rhaenys, and all other claims become small. Avoid the soon-to-come war, Stannis had said over and over, but none did listen, and now the die may already be cast.
Oh well, better for the realm if these porcelain totems with crowns, playing at be queen or king, killed each other. Perhaps he should simply focus on going back to Sely, to his daughter, to Davos and Melissandre. But how hard it was to just let so many idiots be so wrong...
"Your own boy will die as well." He added, sounding almost disinterested. The Riverlands were the centre of all wars, Riverrun not one of the great hosts of the realm, and its terrain treacherous and impossible to plan in advance for all the changes weather and mud could bring to horses. Some blamed gods, but Stannis did not believe in them. Demons and spirits and curses aplenty walked the land because of the amount of bloodshed within. They were a symptom, not the cause. He smirked. He did that rarely. It was an ugly sight. "But of course, you are not flying to your household, are you? Are you at least going to send for him?"
A PART OF HER WANTS TO WRING HIS THIN LITTLE NECK. Gael has never been predisposed to the temper that runs through her house, a gift from her father, she has been told often. But Stannis Baratheon, it seems, has a talent of waking the dragon it seems, for only Alicent Hightower and her green-clad faction has ever inspired such anger in her before.
"My father the King was left to rot in his head, what was right and deserved about that, Ser?" If her half-brother's cause so righteous and true, why the deceit? Why the murder of Lords and Ladies who refused to turn their cloak, who held to their oaths?
"I would caution you to hold your tongue, lest you lose it. Or have you forgotten the punishment my father set for speaking such treasons?" He had upheld Rhaenyra's claim to the last of his breath, had forced his dying body up the steps of the Iron Throne to speak it and this upstart second son of a second son would question it because her sister lacks a cock?
"I have lost two nephews already because of this war and you would cheapen their murders for your own gain?" For both had been murdered, no matter his lies, and the fault for one laid partially on his own House and Lord, for Lucerys had flown under a banner of peace and been cruelly cut down.
"You think Princess Rhaenys will defend you? My cousin has long since given up the throne, House Baratheon had it's chance to see her blood ascend it and squandered it for all the Realm to see. But it seems House Arryn will suceed where you failed." For Jeyne Arryn would not spurn the oaths and cause of her kin.
Vermithor's bellow echoes from his cave in the Dragonmont, his rage a burning in her chest, an urge to protect her own hatchlings from all that would harm them. "My boy is the future Lord Paramount of the Riverlands, and nephew to the Queen, i would be careful how you speak."
She wants to wipe that smug look off his face, Who is he to threaten those she loves? "You seem so confident in that assessment, who are you to know where i do and do not fly? As if it concerns you." A careful breath back to a calmer state, an almost careless shrug of the shoulder. "Though mayhaps it will, Oscar is of that age where a proper betrothal must be considered."
Elle Fanning as Catherine in The Great (2020-)
