#drcanerys

[dcviline]

᯽⊱ @drcanerys ⊱ ❝ I require something stronger. Something that will not let me dream. ❞ - for jhogo

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ WHAT  TROUBLES  YOU  SO  FIERCELY,  KHALEESI ?  ❞  He  stands  at  a  distance,  exactly  as  he  should  to  give  the proper reverence  to  his  khaleesi,  and  yet,  it's  hard  to  stay  where  he  is  seeing  distress  twist  upon  her  features.  She  sometimes  has  odd  dreams,  dreams  that  are  more  than  dreams,  that  much  he's  learned.  It  used  to  frighten  him,  hearing  her  scream  in  the  night,  but  now  he  knows  that  mostly  it's  just  these  dreams  and  visions  that  haunt  his  queen,  phantoms  of  her  ancient  blood,  and  she  is  not  prone  to  ask  for  help.  Yet  he  comes  to  her  still  when  he  hears  her  in  the  night,  slipping  by  her  sleeping  handmaids  to  reach  her  chambers.  ❝ I  can  send  for  the  blue  woman.  Maybe  she  can  make  you  a  drink,  or  medicine.  ❞  Koalakeesi,  she  would  be  called  in  the  Dothraki  tongue,  but  the  Meereenese  use  colors  and  other  titles.  The  more  he  watches  Daenerys,  the  more  his  fingers  begin  to  twitch,  antsy  where  he  stands.  He  should  not  cross  this  line,  he  knows  better,  and  yet  something  pulls  him  towards  her  in  a  gentle  stride.  Jhogo  steps  before  her in a slow approach, testing his welcome,  his  touch  as  careful  as  it  is  tender  as  he  reaches  to  push  long,  loose  strands  of  silver-gold  away  from  her  face,  voice  softening  as  he  speaks,  ❝ Vizhadi  shierak,  why  so  restless  tonight?  ❞

[m0rmnt]

@drcanerys: You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever.

𝖏𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖘. she was the queen he chose to serve. perhaps in deception in the beginning , but it had not taken long for the exiled mormont to see a queen worth following. a woman worth devoting himself to. his fate had been sealed the day he arrived at daenerys' wedding. it had simply taken him a little longer to see that truth for himself , but it was sealed by the gods. her fierceness to bring forth justice was inspiring. he'd always seen that in her. even when she herself could not see it.

' tethered to you ... has been the greatest privilege of my entire life , khaleesi. ' that title ... it's like a prayer , in the way he speaks it. and just as always , his words bare his heart on his sleeve. a spy he had once been , but always ever showing where his heart lied. that , had never once been a falsehood. ' there is nowhere my heart would rather be than to serve you , daenerys. now and always. '

[khalsiya]

@drcanerys ⊱ ❝ Come back to bed and kiss me. ❞

▐║  ☽  ┊  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐈𝐑,  fighting  away  the  stiffness  of  slumber.  It  is  a  restless  night  for  her,  unable  to  stay  asleep  throughout  it,  always  waking  amidst  darkness  rather  than  the  morning  light she seeks.  A  walk  should  settle  her,  she  thinks,  or  a  brief  horse ride  beneath  the  moonlight.  Irri  reaches  for  her  leather  riding  pants,  but  quickly  turns  as  she  hears  Daenerys  stir  in  the  bed  behind  her,  putting  the  clothes  aside  to  return to her queen. 

❝ Did  I  wake  you?  ❞  she  asks  softly,  crawling  beneath  the  covers  to  pull  the  dragoness  into  her  arms.  Digits  brush  against  Dany's  cheek  and  temple,  tenderly  pushing  tousled  streams  of  silver-gold  behind  her  ear.  Her  mouth  meets  hers  with  delicate  kisses,  soft  and  sweet  and  slow,  letting  every  meeting  of  their  lips  linger.  An  arm  drapes  over  her  body,  fingertips  tracing  soothing  lines  and  circles  against  Dany's  back.  ❝ What  is  it  that  has  robbed  you  of  your  rest,  khaleesi?  Is  there  something  on  your  mind?  ❞

[dcviline]

᯽⊱ @drcanerys ⊱ “You think me relentless? I'm much worse than that.” - for hizadhr

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐃𝐀𝐇𝐑'𝐒  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍,  𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒.  The  rise  and  fall  of  his  panting  chest  has  hardly  settled  by  the  time  he  feels  the  slow  crawl  of  her  hands  along  his  frame;  a  telltale  sign,  as  he's  learned,  that  his  queen  is  not  yet  sated.  A  dragon's  appetite  is  not  for  the  weak,  after  all.  And  he  is  far  too  prideful  not  to  meet  her  challenge.  ❝ More  than  relentless.  You're  insatiable,  ❞  he  chuckles,  collecting  his  breath  at  last.  Hizdahr  leans  to  place  a  kiss  to  the  crown  of  silver-gold  hair  atop  her  head  as  it  rests  upon  his  shoulder,  digits  brushing  down  the  apple  of  her  cheek,  following  the  curve  of  her  jaw  to  the  soft  skin  of  her  neck.  They  press  beneath  Dany's  chin,  tilting  her  face  so  he  may  place  another  upon  her  temple,  then  another,  lingering  kiss  for  her  lips.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ But  what  good  is  a  king  if  he  leaves  his  queen  wanting?  ❞  the  Ghiscari  whispers,  taking  a  quiet  moment  to  admire  the  beauty  of  her  features.  The  Silver  Queen  he  had  once  feared,  the  threat  he  was  warned  of  that  will  topple  Meereenese  society.  How  much  of  that  is  true?  He  has  found  himself  wondering  that  as  of  late.  She  does  not  feel  like  a  bringer  of  ruin  in  his  arms.  Galazza  would  kill  him  if  she  knew  just  how  much  Daenerys  has  won  him  over,  how  his  heart  strays  further  from  the  Harpy  with  every  kiss.  But  that's  the  last  thing  he  wants  to  think  about  right  now  with  her  body  pressed  against  his  own,  her  restless  desires  all  but  begging  to  be  fulfilled  once  more.  Hizdahr  takes  her  by  her  hips,  pulling  her  on  top  of  himself  as  he  turns  to  lay  on  his  back.  His  hands  find  her  thighs,  firm  and almost commanding as  they  guide  her  to  straddle  him.  ❝ Let  me  watch  you  take  your  pleasure,  ❞  he  grins,  a  playful  nip  of  teeth  given  to  the  softer  skin  of  her  neck.  ❝ I  want  to  see  what  my  dragon  looks  like  when  she  spreads  her  wings.  ❞

[m0rmnt]

@drcanerys: My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?

' 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 , 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙. ' and jorah could not be more pleased with seeing the change she's made thus far. cersei had managed to turn the people against her , just in time for daenerys to come onto the scene. winning the throne was easy to do outside of convention and tradition. keeping it however , that was going to be more of a challenge , in the name of progress. ' but being progressive alone will not be enough to keep the people on your side , khaleesi. the people cannot be ruled with forward thinking and an iron fist alone. they must be convinced that your way is the better way. ' there was a sigh. ruling a kingdom was never easy , and daenerys was assuming her right over a kingdom she hardly knew anything about. ' when i first met you , i was from a land far beyond the one i found you in , and while i thought their traditions ... different from my own , it was when i lived as the dothraki did , that they learned to trust me ... and in turn listen. perhaps that tactic can be applied here? '

[m0rmnt]

@zobriefyre: My knees will not tremble at the sight of a King but I will kneel down before a man of humility.

𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 , 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊' 𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘. he would never suggest such a thing. and he'd cut a man down for suggesting such a thing , but he'd be lying if he ever once gave it a moment's thought. it would be a deception to say he hadn't lied awake thinking about the gift that would be taking her to his chambers ... but those thoughts had no place past the comforts of his private chambers. those thoughts weren't possible , but so was denying her something she desire. at least ... it was in his eyes. eyes flick around her graceful features , and had she been anyone else ... had she not been daenerys ... he would have thought it a trick. his throat clears and a flush washes over a weathered face. ' he would be a lucky man , Princess ... to be shown such devotion. '

[m0rmnt]

@zobriefyre: You weren’t going to bid me farewell? -hotd verse

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖓'𝖙. this war had been anything but easy , just from it's beginning. jorah , did as was his duty , to serve the sworn heir to the throne. he was a man of honor , and no law of man was going to change something that was so deeply rooted into the lord's being. but loyalty would not excuse laws of status. he could hold all the affection for the princess , and it wouldn't matter in the end. said the man fighting to change a law of man in that very moment. but such ground breaking moves weren't meant for him. that wasn't his part in the story.

he turned to address the princess , having only just finished preparing for his journey. a small smile graces his features. it always does whenever he's blessed by her presence. it quickly fades though , before he bows his head in reverence. ' i had assumed Her Grace required your attention. ' he informed , taking a couple steps toward her. ' it will not be long , and i'll hopefully be returning with more men for the effort. ' more men to die in a war amongst a house ... but these things never did just affect the house in question , but all in the realm were effected by the fighting amongst royal kin.

[m0rmnt]

@drcanerys: I am glad, I have the best protection.

' 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖎𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓. ' it's a sad fate the man of bear island has willingly doomed himself to. to love a woman he will never be able to have. even if he had not been one to betray her , he was nowhere near the status he could wish to be in order to contend with the other lords for her hand. he's known this. he's always known this. but the way he can't seem to stay away from her , it's better than any high cushy seat. better than any grand castle. it's not all he's ever wanted ... but it must be enough. ' but you'll need more , when you take the throne. ' it's typical , for ser jorah to change the subject from any praise directed his way. ' knights from other houses would be good choices for your new queen's guard. ' it's a thought that it ever constantly rolling around in his mind. when she does take the throne , he will not be enough as her sword sword. ' have you given it much thought? '