#bigmamarhaenyra

[korziona]

Spoiler alert: Rhaenys would not be happy about Jace marrying Sara and would see it as yet another slight against her house. Even if Jace is part of it himself. So yeah, good luck with explaining this one.

[kingmaketh1]

they're a 10 but they wanted me to give up my crown to sell oranges :|

oranges are a money maker in dorne. how dare.

[ they're a 10 but . . . ]

[zobriezalarys]

@bigmamarhaenyra asked: ❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

Daemon's   eyes   roll   at   the   back   of   his   eyes   in   turn,   the   smile   on   his   lips   is   barely   visible   but   it   is   an   honest   one,   one   that   is   far   from   what   is   usually   plastered   in   his   lips.   "You   cannot   get   away   from   an   upset   husband   with   a   jest,   wife."   And   yet,   she   was,   because   he   could   never   be   that   far   away   from   her   that   long,   or   be   angry   with   her.   His   hand   reaches   forward   to   push   her   head   upward,   forehead   upon   forehead   now   that   they   are   in   the   privacy   of   a   room   and   can   do   as   they   please.

  "I   hope   you   do   not   plan   to   get   rid   of   me   again.   I   am   taking   King's   Landing   for   and   with   you   and   then,   I   won't   leave   your   side."   The   loss   of   Visenya   still   echoed   in   his   heart.   He   always   liked   being   a   daughter's   father,   with   the   twins   being   his   only   experience   and   he   had   desired   more.   "I'll   make   sure   you   have   heirs   upon   heirs."

[zaldrizesripo]

Syrax had been lurking around Rhaenyra's chambers for most of the morning, she took every opportunity to get out of the pit (frankly it smelled and she was not a fan of it). the weather was wonderful, so without warning she entered her rider's chambers. "kessa jī syt iā kipagon?" (shall we go for a ride?) she spoke, blue eyes resting on Rhaenyra. "nyke pendagon ao would jorrāelagon naejot jiōragon hen hen kesīr, qrīdrughagon." (i think you would need to get out of here, away.)

@bigmamarhaenyra clicked the heart for a small thing and gets Syrax

[lilagonzaldrizoti]

@bigmamarhaenyra gets a starter from aegon iii targaryen

𝕳𝖊   𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓   𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊   𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.   𝕬𝖓𝖉   𝖉𝖆𝖞   𝖙𝖔𝖔,   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖓𝖊𝖜𝖘   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒   𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖍𝖆𝖉   𝖚𝖕𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉   𝖍𝖎𝖒.   Where   is   safer   than   with   their   mother   and   father   really,   even   if   guards   can   slip   to   Dragonstone?   He   doesn't   want   to   go   to   away   and   Stormcloud   feels   it,   not   allowing   the   dragonkeepers   or   anyone   to   get   close   or   he   would   bite   them,   even   if   he   is   small.   "I   don't   want   to   go.   Why   can't   we   stay   here?   Or   go   somewhere   closer."  

Why   the   Vale?   Father   always   said   the   Vale   was   boring   and   full   of   sheep,   only   Stormcloud   could   appreciate   the   sheeps   but   he   was   small   still,   so   no   sheeps   for   him   either.   "Jace   said   the   North   is   safe.   We   never   been   up   North."   It   might   be   too   cold   but   what   would   be   safer   than   the   coldest   place   on   Westeros   where   no   one   could   get   them?   He   sits   on   the   bed,   away   from   his   mother,   kicking   a   trunk   with   his   feet.   It   hurts   but   he   won't   show   her   that.   He   has   to   be   strong   now.

[zokladraconis]

@bigmamarhaenyra 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝕿𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓   𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘,   𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉   𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍   𝖆   𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕,   𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉   𝖍𝖚𝖒   𝖆𝖘   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊,  molten   eyes   fell   upon   Rhaenyra.   The   bond   between   dragon   and   rider   was   more   than   just   one   of   loyalty—it   was   a   connection   forged   in   fire   and   blood,   one   that   transcended   the   spoken   word.   As   Rhaenyra   approached,   Syrax   lowered   her   massive   head,   her   hot   breath   washing   over   her   rider   in   a   warm,   affectionate   gust.   The   dragon’s   scales,   shimmering   like   a   field   of   burnished   gold,   rippled   with   delight.

When   Syrax   spotted   Caraxes,   the   blood-red   dragon   of   Daemon   Targaryen,   a   low,   joyful   growl   escaped   her   throat.   She   had   not   seen   her   crimson   counterpart   in   some   time,   and   the   sight   of   him   brought   a   flash   of   excitement   to   her   eyes.   Her   long   tail   swayed   lazily   from   side   to   side,   the   tip   brushing   the   ground   with   a   soft,   rhythmic   thud.

Syrax's   happiness   was   palpable,   her   features   softening   as   she   nudged   Rhaenyra   closer,   wrapping   one   enormous   wing   protectively   around   her   rider.   The   dragoness   cooed—a   sound   that,   in   any   other   beast,   might   have   been   incongruous,   but   in   Syrax,   it   was   an   expression   of   pure   contentment.  

[neithergodsnormen]

@bigmamarhaenyra gets Daemon

Daemon walked through the halls of Dragonstone, looking around to see how much it had changed in the last twelve years. When last he walked the halls he was still married to his bronze bitch, and Rhaenyra had only recently been named as his brother's heir. So much had changed since then, he had married Laena, and become a father. Rhaenyra had also married and had her own children.

Now... Now he was married to Rhaenyra. His new wife had asked how to care for his daughter's hair so he had collected a number of products and was going to show her how to do Rhaena's hair. He had learned a few years prior how to care for his daughter's textured hair and was excited to share the knowledge with Rhaenyra. In his arms were different oils and butters as well as rice water. "Rhaenyra, are you ready?"