#amongthevipers

[legends-and-savages]

@amongthevipers sent: it’s just like being home again. (For Rhaenys from Odessa)

ALISTAIR THEIRIN QUOTES| Accepting

Rhaenys looked at the young girl. "Oh?" She asked. "In what way?"

[lysenixdragon]

Myella always had issues listening and following orders. Even as a young girl, instead of being taught embroidery and manners by her Septa, she much preferred swinging swords and shooting arrows with her cousins. The only person she ever really listened to was her father, and sometimes her uncle. Even Maester Orwyle could barely sit her down for her lessons on High Valyrian and histories. Her father ended up coming from Pentos to spend some time to teach her. She craved the time spent with her father. However, after he and Rhaenyra married and they went to Dragonstone, she stayed in Kingslanding to be warded by her aunt and uncle. It wasn't so bad, aside from her aunt.

Today, Myella had gone out on a ride through the kingswood, hoping to avoid another lesson about her 'princess duties.' She had rode back into the courtyard where Aemond and Aegon were having their sword lessons for the day. She eagerly rode to the stables and dismounted, before grabbing a training sword herself. Myella didn't care for learning about 'etiquette' or 'how to dance with suitors.' She didn't care about marrying a highborn lord, she didn't think anyone would want her. And she was just fine with that.

@amongthevipers

[pyrinas]

@amongthevipers asked: Did I offend you? Sorry. (from kat for iren)

She had not meant for her annoyance to be so clear upon her features. Typically, she managed to keep features relatively neutral, save for occasional flashes of fear and sadness. She learned that was easier than allowing her emotions to run wild and true. Yet, sometimes, she could not help a deep frown from creeping onto her round features while her brow furrowed.

"No, princess," she lied, quickly releasing her knitted brows. A small, timid smile was flashed in the other girl's direction, attempting to erase any sign of her offense moments prior. Iren was like a dog hunkering down after being caught attempting to steal from the dinner table. "I am grateful you were concerned you might have, however. Not many would offer me the privilege."

PROMPT.

[breakbcnes]

❝ i would say it’s nice to be home, but i scarcely recognize it. ❞ (from emeline)

"You were very young when we left." Harwin answers, his own gaze taking in the walls of Harrenhal before lowering to his younger sister. "I doubt you would remember much." He adds, a small glance back towards the old melted stone. Harwin hadn't exactly wanted to come back but he had no choice. He was eventually to be lord of this castle, though he was sure with their father eventually returning to King's Landing that he would be acting lord. He would be left to be here alone and away from everyone else. Stepping aside, he motioned her forward. "You should be the first to go inside, see it for yourself." One of the largest castles in Westeros should be seen and enjoyed after all, despite the bad history.

House of the Dragon Starters | Accepting | @amongthevipers

[becomelions]

❝ you cannot believe such gossip. ❞ (from cersei for rickard)

Piercing blue gaze is directed down towards the golden haired queen. How he found himself in her presence wasn't something he had intended and yet here he stood. Rickard could only hope she didn't recognize him, didn't know of who he was before he built up his reputation as a sellsword. The former Stark could only hope that was the reason he was here. And honestly? He had heard several rumors of what people thought of him, believed he was, as he wondered his way through the Keep until he ran into her. There's a small dip of his head in showing he understood and a show of respect before he speaks up. "I only find it entertaining to hear people believe such things, your grace." A small smile tugs at his lips as he answers. "I prefer to discover those things for myself, but when they pertain to me? Well, I know what is truth and what are tall tales."

House of the Dragon Starters | Not Accepting | @amongthevipers

[west1rosi]

"What   are   you   thinking   about,   m'lady?"   She   sees   her   cousin   deep   in   her   thoughts,   too   deep,   perhaps   and   Mara   wonders   what   exactly   is   occupying   her   mind.   Mara   has   been   thinking   too,   lately,   some   people   whisper   the   Dragon   Queen   is   on   a   fleet   to   arrive   to   Westeros,   and   her   father   would   be   among   her   most   trusted   men   and   advisors.  

The   news   hurts,   but   it   hurts   more   to   think   that   maybe,   the   new   King   in   the   North   and   Lyanna   would   be   forced   to   follow   with   Ned   Stark's   judgement   and   cut   off   his   head.   It   was   only   right   after   all.   But   she   still   worries.   "House   Mormont   had   been   called   to   Winterfell.   We   cannot   dwell   any   longer."       @amongthevipers ft. lyanna and mara.

[warringdragons]

DIALOGUE PROMPTS // accepting

@amongthevipers: ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ (for alayne from rhea?)

The young girl watched curiously as her mother sent away her handmaiden; the servant girl scurried out the door as the Lady of Runestone took her place standing behind Alayne. She smiled at her mother through the reflection in her mirror. It was early in the morning, the dawn light still soft, but the castle was already bustling with activity. There was always work to be done. Alayne knew her mother was a busy woman and appreciated these small moments together all the more. “Thank you, mother.” she replied as her mother's sure and steady hands brushed through her hair.

[woodsmke]

@amongthevipers​ said ; I  believe  I’m  quite  content  as  a  spectator,  thank  you. (from emeline strong)     (accepting)

     “they  don’t  BITE,”  there  is  a  breezy  quality  to  her  voice,  low  and  gravel-toned  as  it  is,  and  alysanne  dismounts  from  her  horse  with  the  practiced  ease  of  someone  as  used  to  riding  as  walking.  her  smile  is  congenial  and  her  hair  unbound  and  wildly  wind-blown  from  the  ride  ;  yes,  the  galloping  may  have  been  impressive,  but  alysanne  sending  arrows  into  the  center  of  targets  had  been  moreso.  it  had  been  intended  to  be  a  display  for  benjicot,  who  is  mounting  his  own  steed  now  - - -  alysanne  keeps  an  eye  on  him  and  will  score  his  performance  accordingly  once  he’s  done  - - - but  it  seems  she  had  drawn  some  attention,  “i’m  certain  i’ve  seen  you  on  horseback,  though  -  is  it  the  ARCHERY  you’re  less  interested  in  taking  part  in?”