#fatedtragedie

[bcbliophile]

@fatedtragedie Rhaenyra & Alicent fixing what the show fucked up au.

"I think red might be more appropriate for your crowning" Alicent stood in Rhaenyra's chambers like she had as a girl, looking over fabrics and holding them up to her. Both recently widowed and having remained close over the years no one thought twice about how much time they spent alone. It hadn't been easy to bring peace to their sons, but eventually it was met and Aegon was just happy he did not have to be king. The betrothal of Helaena and Jace was finalized and now she was looking to find wives for her sons as they had some time before Luc would need one.

"Then again they may look to you to still be in mourning" she frowned as she looked at the pile of black fabrics, she personally wished to celebrate and would dawn whatever color Rhaenyra chose to crown her in. She was so proud of her for how well she was holding up, she wished to ease her burden as much as she could though.

[potestmagice]

@fatedtragedie||For Merrin

“Took you long enough."

Merrin's words rang through Cal's head as they kissed. He could feel his heart race as he felt the warmth of Merrin's touch and the intensity of her kiss. As they kissed, he thought that the would around them had faded away, and that all that mattered was the connection they shared. The weight of their past struggles, the losses they had endured, seemed to lighten, replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future.

Breaking away from the kiss, Cal gazed into Merrin's eyes, searching for any doubt or hesitation. But all he found was a profound sense of acceptance and understanding. It was as if they had both found solace in each other's presence, a refuge from the chaos that surrounded them.

"I've spent so long trying to find my place, my purpose," Cal confessed. "But now I realize that it was never about being a Jedi or a Padawan. It was about finding someone who understands. Someone who sees me for who I truly am."

[rubiesintherough]

@fatedtragedie --- cont. from here

The sound was utterly haunting. She was not the only of her kind he'd ever met... centuries of travel had brought other such creatures into and out of his path. But, he doubted he'd ever become used to the absolutely heart-shattering sorrow of the cries.

" I try not to dwell on it... it's impossible to control how others write their version of you. Legacies are a fickle thing, actions can be misinterpreted and cause a hero to be written as a villain. The best one can do is simply exist the best way they can, and hope others remember them fondly. "