#brazenbaela

[drunkenvows]

I didn't flee my own kingdom just to become a prisoner in yours. (magical portal baela?)

°✧*:·゚  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 · accepting

He shook his head with a small chuckle, peering into the bottom of his goblet to see what little remained. Daeron didnt even bother to look up at her, he knew what she looked like and where she came from, and that alone was unsettling enough. Time was twisting in on itself, crossing paths that were never suppose to meet. If Baela was able to find her way here, who else might follow? What else?

“You think you are the only prisoner in this kingdom?” Daeron scoffed, tilting his head back to drain the last few drops before finally letting his exhausted eyes land on her.

His eyes fogged over as he looked through her, his thoughts caught on things that were not yet there. He saw black chains stretched across the sea, tied around towers, on dragons that havent existed in his lifetime, and the bones of kings long long dead. Some chains short enough for him to see where they ended, but Baela’s disappeared beyond the horizon.

“I have seen kingdoms dressed as cages and crowns forged into shackles,” he murmured, turning the empty goblet around in his fingers. “We are all prisoners here, Baela. Your chains are merely longer than most.. What does that mean?”

He sighed, standing up from the bench with his goblet barely hanging between his fingers as he goes to get a refill. “We will have to wait and see…”

[witchyxwoo]

@brazenbaela // continued from HERE

everything that had happened in the past few months had been a huge shock to addam. claiming a dragon or rather the dragon claiming him had only been the catalyst. but he never stopped trying to do his best. he stayed loyal to the side he believed in even if people thought there was a chance he had swayed. he'd been grateful for what had basically fallen into his lap. he'd been just as grateful to get to know the other parts of his extended family. to be accepted in this world felt good, especially knowing he still had his brother by his side.

despite all the graciousness he's felt there is an immense sadness that has settled. sure he still alyn in his life, but he'd watched far too many lives be lost. one of the hardest ones lost had been his dragon seasmoke. their bond had been brief, but losing him had felt like a piece of him had broken off and flew away in the wind. but once he had spotted her he felt relief. maybe this had been a bit of silly decision, but in the moment it had felt right. a simple hug, even from behind, as he both sought comfort and hoped to give it as well.

there were truly only a couple people in this realm that he'd ever do this with. one of those people being his brother since they'd grown up by each other's sides. however, when baela hadn't pulled away he ended up linking his hands together. he hadn't expected it, but her hands on top of his made him relax. they both had equal burns and scars from fighting. and now it all felt a badge of survival. they still had at least that to show for.

the talk of her dragon made him reminisce of the time with seasmoke. not everything had been about fighting. that first flight and the subsequent one to dragonstone. hearing that baela believed moondancer, her dragon, would've liked him he nodded a couple times. he had seen moondancer in brief passing, but even in that short time he had thought her to have been a beautiful dragon. "i miss them, but i'm also proud to have known them," his voice was soft as he managed to get some words out.

addam gave a gentle squeeze in response to her not wanting him to let go just yet. in truth he didn't want to leave anyways. alyn was off dealing with other things, probably velaryon business. but he wanted to make sure baela was okay. as okay as one can be after what they've endured from these battles. "i'll stay," he kept his voice like before, "as long as you wish." and he meant every word of that.

[jacaeryse]

Too bad, you, died. We made a great team, you and I...

baela receives no reply to her lament. in the apartment of her former betrothed, there was nothing but the whisper of distant waves to accompany her. jacaerys had always been particular in life and his chamber reflected that. nothing was out of place, aside from a bundle of rope that was tied into an intricate knot. it was the only thing jace had kept to remember luke by. everything else had been burned upon his funeral pyre. but what would baela take so she might remember jace long after the dance had reached its final crescendo? there had been no body recovered at the gullet, but multiple reports had confirmed that prince jacaerys had been struck by a quarrel through the neck and swallowed by the sea. rhaenyra, hardened by her grief and set ablaze in furry had left baela upon dragonstone so she might take king's landing. now baela was almost entirely alone upon dragonstone with nothing but the memory of jacaerys to keep her company. she had known jace all of her life and through him she would one day become queen. but their relationship had been deeper than that. though their relationship was born out of political alliance, the pair had grown to genuinely care for one another. jacaerys had promised baela that once the war was over that they would finally be wed. therefore it would be some sort of comfort when word traveled to dragonstone that an olive skinned dragon was spotted off of the shore of the shore of driftmark. it would be entirely up to the princess to investigate these claims. if nothing else to at least soothe her aching heart.

[wayfaringstrangxr]

hey, one-eyed goat. not sheep, goat. behave yourself. and no, a goat is not a good thing so don't even think it is. -folds arms and glares at him tbh-

Who said it was a good thing, you mangy donkey? -folds arms too-

[velcryons]

@brazenbaela :: small laena starter (acceptance paused)

Laena smiled as the pale green she-dragon her elder twin had hatched in her cradle, now the size of a large dog, crawled her way onto her and Baela's lap. The hatchling seemed to purr as it settled in, as if she was assured she would be lavished with affection as a result.

"She's growing into a very beautiful thing. Has she told you her name yet?"

[dracodelight]

The  city  was  hers.  The  gates  had  opened.  Her  banners  flew  above  the  Red  Keep.  Men  bent  the  knee  and  called  her  queen.  For  half  her  life  she  had  fought  to  keep  what  had  been  promised  to  her,  and  now  that  struggle  was  finished.  Yet  every  victory  seemed  to  carry  another  absence  with  it.  Jacaerys  was  dead.  Lucerys  was  dead.  Her  sweet  Visenya  gone  before  she  could  even  see  the  world  around  her.  Their  places  remained  empty  no  matter  how  many  lords  swore  fealty.  No  crown  could  fill  them.  No  throne  could  bring  them  back. @brazenbaela

When  Baela  was  brought  before  her,  Rhaenyra  studied  the  girl  for  a  moment.  So  much  had  been  taken  from  her  as  well.  Her  betrothed.  Her  mother.  The  future  that  had  once  seemed  certain.  "We  have  King's  Landing,"  she  said  at  last,  the  words  sounding  hollow  even  to  her  own  ears.  "I  trust  you  will  stay  at  our  side  during  these  times."  Her  hand  tightened  on  one  of  the  throne's  blackened  arms.  "I  wish  for  you  to  send  word  for  Joffrey.  I  must  have  him  at  my  side."  For  a  moment  she  looked  away,  toward  the  windows  overlooking  the  city  she  had  claimed.  He  was  the  last  of  her  children  from  her  first  marriage.She  hates  the  politics  of  it  all,  that  her  grief  has  to  die  for  the  queen  to  speak.  "Jace  should  have  seen  this  day.  Instead,  I  am  to  name  his  little  brother  as  Prince  of  Dragonstone."

[alyafae]

⭐️ //hello again o/

MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

alyaena velaryon

aenya velaryon

corlys velaryon

nyssa tully

rhaella targaryen

rhaenys targaryen

catelyn tully

if you have any other suggestions let me know!

[storiesofthenight]

@brazenbaela asked: ❝ we are so privileged in so many ways but in love ❞ [X]

“Nobody is ever blessed with privileges when it comes to love.” Daemon spoke softly, a frown on his face as he said so. “Love is brutal and will tear people apart without a second guess. If Love were a deity, it would be the most ruthless one there is.” Sometimes one could feel blessed for a little while, thinking that love was on their side, but Daemon knew that sooner or later something would happen that would rip the heart in pieces. And no matter how one might try, full recovery was never possible. 

He knew people would question him if his words were overheard, after all he had his Queen by his side and her, his and their children as well. But things changed. They always did. And while he would still burn the world down should any harm befall his wife or the children, he was not oblivious to the shift in their relationship that had begun when the throne was usurped and their daughter, who had never been given a chance to see the light of day, died. Nor how it shifted once more when the war had started and Rhaenyra’s son had fallen. Those privileged in love, would always be humbled when the people around them fell, for nothing could change a relationship more than grief.

“Sometimes I cling to the rest, thinking maybe it will bring back what once was if I can only try and pretend long enough. But what is lost and changed, never truly goes back to how it was. Though I assume you have learned that as well.” He loved his daughters, even though he was not always there to show it. But he knew how their losses had also shaped them. After all, they had loved one of the things they had needed the most in life. Their mother. And while Rhaenyra did her best, he knew their bond would never be that of a mother and a child. "And thus, we can only keep going and hold on to what is left."