#goldandcinders

[theclimbisallthereis]

Brothers sleepover

Rhaegel, Aerys, Maekar and Baelor (ft. handmade Daemon Blackfyre pillow)

A little gift for @goldandcinders @ofdragonfireandblood and @knightcrowned

[knightcrowned]

@goldandcinders from [X]

It had been only a few days since Auriel, Ser Duncan, and her cousin Egg had slipped away from King’s Landing in the quiet of the night. At first, the freedom had felt incredible. There were no more watchful eyes from whispering courtiers lingering on her every movement, no more feeling suffocated by the pressures of court life. She and her companions could do exactly as they pleased, whenever they pleased. But this freedom, she quickly learned, seemed to come hand in hand with homesickness. She missed home far more than she had anticipated. Her father’s warm, comforting voice, her siblings and cousins crowding too close together during meals, even the irritating bustle of servants in the mornings. Out here, camping beneath endless stretches of sky, everything suddenly felt terribly far away. Curled up against a tree trunk nearby their camp, Auriel let out a soft laugh at herself and quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand before anyone could comment on it. “Actually…yeah, I think that would make me feel better.” The beginnings of a smile started to tug at her lips. “So…who should we start with?”

"Him."

Egg could not say he was homesick. Family was something he found best loved from a distance, and the allure of adventure was still strong for him. Even King's Landing seemed dull compared to the open road, even if he did miss some of his princely comforts. He would get used to it, if it would make him a great knight, like Ser Duncan promised.

He pointed to one of a gaggle of stableboys about his own age.

"He's the inn keep's son. I watched him short change Duncan when he paid for breakfast this morning. He told me not to get involved..."

Egg grinned.

"But he never said anything to you."

[velcryons]

“It would be most inconvenient, since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.” - @goldandcinders (aure to jaelora!)

From her position on the divan, Jaelora cast a brief glance to her companion, a smirk gracing her lips before she turned back to watch the bustling tourney campgrounds before her. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for whichever attractive knight caught her eye first.

"I'm afraid, dear heart, that you will have to be far more specific. That could be any man in Westeros," she replied as she brought her goblet to her lips, waving away the thought with a languid gesture. "In any case, you must try this cider. One of the Fossoway boys gave me a barrel, though I... do not quite recall which. I wasn't paying much attention to his face."

[westerosxwhispers]

@goldandcinders || Closed Starter

Her mother had meant to protect her from all of this. And while she had managed to subdue the competition, because nobody compared her to her brothers, and her sisters were her ladies in waiting, always with her, loyal to her; there was no subduing the prying eyes and harsh words, or the judgements that stemmed from that very motherly protectiveness.

"Which daughter is that? A bastard or the good one?"

"The good one, the Princess."

Any servants or squire who made the mistake of saying that within earshot was met with a stern glare from the princess, and a snicker from the half sisters whose defense she would jump into without hesitation. For the adult lords and ladies of court, Daenerys was forced to keep her lips sealed and her gaze kind so that the next gossip was not about how her mother, may the gods she so loved hold her in their glory, would not be about how she had not been raised right and taught matters.

But that compromise did not extend to the sons of those lords and ladies.

And today, Daenerys was having a particularly bad day. No matter how much she tried to sweeten her father's ear, he did not allow her to retreat from the throne room, making her remain as new lords from far away presented themselves and their children, looked at her as if she were some sort of prize to be won. She had to stand there, smiling and bowing her head in greeting, pretending that she cared about what they had to say, or that she did not notice how they searched the room for an illegitimate child to compare her to, how their eyes would settle on Baelor despite him being the trueborn heir. Daeron only made the experience slightly less unbearable, but ruined it with his talk about how it was their responsibility to present a united front before the court.

She was fuming by the time she crossed the outdoor facing halls that oversee the courtyard and heard the words "Great bastard." thrown out from below.

Daenerys barely looked at who it was, or who they were insulting. She went down and found them with one of her father's sons, Daemon— she was certain of it.

"Do not call him that."

Lords Lannister's sons turned, wooden sword in hand, and the look of proud self sufficiency on their faces lasted until they actually laid eyes on her and realized who she was. The youngest yelped out the word "Princess!" and bowed too low and too fast, nearly tipping over.

The oldest, who seemed better trained in public speaking, managed to bow right and speak quickly. "We are so sorry you had to hear such language, your Highness, even in a manner of sport–"

"Then find something else to 'jest' about in a manner of sport," Daenerys did not give him time to finish his excuse. "He is of the same blood as me. If you insult him, you insult me, and to insult the Princess means to have your tongue cut off. Do not call him that."

Daenerys watched as the oldest also lost that leonic resolve the Lannisters loved to assign themselves. Both began to attempt an apology.

"It is not I you should apologize to," she cut them off once more. "Apologize to Daemon."

To say Daenerys was enjoying this would be an understatement, but she did her best to bite back the smile and look angry, even as Mya and Gwenys laughed from the balcony above, watching as if this was a show meant for them. Especially when both Lannisters turned to Daemon, and apologized.

"Now leave us."

Mya and Gwenys lost all sense of decorum with their laughter as the two Lannisters bowed to her once again, left their swords and abandoned the courtyard.

Daenerys' focus was on Daemon. "Don't listen to them," she told him. Then lowered her voice, smiling conspirationally. "I once heard my septa say that their mother was already pregnant with the oldest before his father married her. So you should call him a false earlyborn next time he thinks it wise to run his mouth."

[alyafae]

He had been watching this unpleasant lord interacting with his wife for several minutes now. Truthfully, it took a lot for him to now march over right away and tell him to leave Auriel alone but he decided to be more civil than that. When said lord put his hand on her arm, however, even leaning in, Corlys decided he had enough. Clearly annoyed, he walked over to them, wrapping an arm around Auriel's waist the moment she was within reach and pulling her against him. The lord dropped his hand in the aftermath though he didn't seem too pleased by his sudden appearance.

"I believe you have bored my wife long enough now. You would do well to leave and find someone else to bore," he growled, voice low and clearly leaving now room for argument. His hold on Auriel tightened a little, tugging just a little as a hint to go with him.

@goldandcinders | deal with your jealous husband auriel

[woventapestries]

@goldandcinders sent: ❛ rancid beasts, every last one of them. ❜ (aure to shaenora!)

“You still have to find one to marry, princess,”

Her words are sympathetic but Shaenora would admit if pressed that she doesn’t truly know how the other girl feels. Her own prospects are far more complicated than that of a sought after princess. Shaenora could be a high lord’s mistress but never his wife, not with a delicate station such as hers. It doesn’t stop men from offering, old and young who know her mother is far out of their grasp but would settle for her quieter but no less beautiful daughter of an even lower station.

Still, she offers a hand, giving Aure’s a soft squeeze, in some ways she’s more free than the other girl. In spite of her royal blood Shaenora doesn’t live under the specter of making herself a fine marriage. Shiera made certain of that, refusing to name a father or marry any of those who might have some claim to stake for it, peeling even the veneer of respectability from her daughter’s parentage.

The bastard’s bastard might be upset, if she wished to wed but Shaenora is content as she lives now, handmaiden to a princess and occasionally pulled into her mother’s more dramatic moments at court. It’s a mostly peaceful life, despite everything and there’s little she would give it up for but—

but perhaps Aure is one of those things,

“I’ll come with you, when you marry. A man worthy of marrying a princess surely must keep her well cared for. You won’t be alone.”

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@goldandcinders | starter call

Dragonstone is, admittedly, one of Matarys' favourite places to be.

It's not that he doesn't like Kings Landing, he enjoys it well enough of course, but there's just something more fun about Dragonstone. More little places to explore, where, even though he's twelve now and almost grown, he can still play and come up with fantastical games without having to think too hard about being princely. Oh, there's still expectation of course, but for some reason, it's a little bit less here. So any time they come out here for a while, he always intends to make the most of it.

He's been out since morning, traipsing through the tall grass, exploring and running and rolling about. He'd taken his boots off at one point, paddling in a small pond he'd found, and then continued on his journey until he'd come across the old tree he and his brother and sister had often played in. It was a good tree, strong and sturdy for climbing, and the preteen had wasted no time in scaling its branches until he found a good one to sprawl across. Back set against the trunk, Matarys had let the warm sun ease him into a nap, red hair half falling across his face, entirely unaware that he was being looked for.

[witchyxwoo]

@goldandcinders // closed starter for maelle and auriel

maelle scratched the chin of the cat before using her other hand to scratch the top of its head. once the sound of its purring hit her ears her lips curled into a grin. a fit of laughter ensued before she pulled her hands back. after being nipped in the past by the cat she knew it was better to pull back before they had the chance to do it again. using what knowledge she had of high valyrian she told the cat to go on and play. as she watched the cat jump down from its perch and run off, she continued to smile. as her eyes moved upward her eyes fell upon the familiar figure of her sister. "oh, hello auriel. i was too focused on the cat to notice you arrive. were you standing there a while?"