#heireign

[lcerys-moved]

@heireign -> SC.

the ship's floor moved along the waves of the ocean, and it would not stop. it'd not take long to reach westeros, one of the sailors had assured him, after seeing his expression after a few hours had passed. lys was not very far from the sunset kingdoms, in truth, so at least he could be grateful for that. still, he would be much happier once they arrived. for all lys was an island, he had never spent time at ships, and it did not seem to agree with him in the slightest. the feeling had started soon after they had sailed, and had only grown as time passed and the movement remained. it could not be helped, he knows, it was on the very basis of how they'd get to their destination, and they had been lucky in the good weather. there could be a storm, or too strong winds, he thinks with a shudder. instead, there was enough wind to propell them further and the sun shone overhead. he had sat at the floor of the ship, preferring to remain overboard rather than confined to the sleeping quarters. as queasy as he feels, the winds helps, and the thought of going away from it is far worse. his eyes look upwards as he sees a shadow approach, gaze shifting to his mother. “ i don't understand why father wants to travel. ” he says. he attempts to recompose his expression. he does not wish to look as miserable as he feels. the lynesi comes easily, although his tongue stumbles as he attempts to pronounce westeros, before he forges ahead with the more familiar term he has heard. “ what is there at wes... west — the sunset kingdoms ? ”

[absolventiia]

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN & AURANE TARGARYEN , dynamic

queen rhaenyra targaryen , the rightful heir ( @heireign ) prince aurane targaryen , the traitor prince

[loreforged]

@heireign sent a raven : ❛  say no more, i know that i'm ready.  ❜

❛  and yet, overconfidence in one’s own ability is the very mark of unreadiness, i have found.  ❜

otto regards the princess with a cool neutrality, expression betraying nothing, though his thumb rubbing against the band he wears on the ring finger of his left hand is a sure sign of the unruly tangle of thoughts plaguing him. in truth, he does not dislike the girl  —  she is kind, unfailingly, and charming, but there is a sincerity to her that few at court possess. it has served her well thus far, though there are those he knows, the more cynical courtiers, that mistake her earnesty for empty flattery. he wonders, on occasion, whether her sweetness and fairness remind lords of his age of their young daughters, the more doting of them endeared without conscious effort on her part, drawn in by her gentle words and winsome smiles. otto himself would not count himself amongst their number, but, truly, there is little to dislike about the girl… though that certainly does not equate to readiness for the responsibility of bearing the title of heir for her father the king, of course. she is not inept, in the ways of politicking, having learned at viserys’s knee from girlhood, and she is educated to an appropriate standard, seems hungry, in fact, for always more knowledge. 

it is a shame all her preparation will come to naught, in the end.

it is surely only a matter of time before viserys sees sense and names aegon his heir, even without otto near to act as guiding hand, steering him down the correct path. the boy’s sixth nameday has only recently passed, and in his letters he has been urging alicent to suggest that he might serve as the king’s cupbearer, learn the ways of the small council at his father’s side, perhaps begin to approach his lessons with a more studious attitude. he is young, still, is his daughter’s constant refrain, but they cannot afford to delay in this, not when rhaenyra works so tirelessly to ingratiate herself with the lords of the realm, even as she seemingly spurns their sons in droves on these progresses of hers, returning each time without a suitor in tow. or so says alicent, when she writes. it is truly coincidence, only, that his visit to the capital coincides with the princess's own. ostensibly, he is here to spend time with his grandchildren and see to the health and wellbeing of his daughter in person; in reality it is to ensure she continues their campaign to see either aegon alone sat on the throne, or rhaenyra ruling beside him… as queen consort, of course. from all reports, viserys grows increasingly frustrated with his daughter’s stubborn refusal to settle on a suitor, and with careful manoeuvring from alicent, they may see victory after all… 

the thought makes him smile, though he cannot claim it reaches his eyes, and he inclines his head, as though in concession.

❛  let us see, then, how you take to the governance of dragonstone, now that you have taken the island for your own, princess. let it be a true test of your readiness.  ❜

[ladiesongs]

do you like my dress? / aemma with baby nyra

arryn blue suited everyone, but none so much as her little girl, she thinks. it was her twenty-first name day and she had just learned that she was with child again a fortnight before, so viserys ordered that all the festivities should be changed to her liking. aemma's only wish was that she and rhaenyra would dress in the colors of her house — and that her husband not spend even more of the crown's coin on the celebration. viserys hasn't said anything but she knew that he would be announcing her new pregnancy alongside his well wishes for her. and she knew that he would say the child was ( finally ) going to be a son.

aemma shakes the thought out of her head when rhaenyra asks her a question, a fond smile easing its way onto her face as though nothing was troubling her at all. "i like all of your dresses, my sweet. but this one is especially lovely on you. it looks just like something my own mother once had, long ago."

prompts for lavish balls, parties, and secrets. accepting !

[nvrqn-a]

@heireign starter call.

" already choking on my P R I D E, so there's no use crying about it. "

[bronzebtch]

❝  sweet girl,  ❞  though the princess is no longer a girl now, is she ? no. she is a woman grown; long were the days when all they had with them was time, the vastness of the vale, and a pair of bow and arrow at their backs. the passage of time will never not baffle rhea: one minute, she was nothing more but a girl eager to follow the heels of her father and an older brother she has long forgotten the face of, and now she's a ruler of her own rights.

runestone is not so large to compare to the seven kingdom, of course - but it is her family's, and until the ground welcomes her back, she will see to it that none would threaten her ancestor's keep. regardless, the matter at hand is not so much about the state of her ruling, no. it is the petition she has heard going about. what a brave, dashing woman she's become. there is pride as rhea approaches the princess, there is longing too.

( where has the time gone ? )

❝  i heard you have been asking your father for the annulment between your uncle and i,  ❞  as if daemon himself had not asked, as if rhea had not signed with him the papers to prove that she would agree. but it all had been rejected. though those were years ago. ages. they have tried. they have tried. ❝  princess, did my lord husband ask for this ?  ❞ 

@heireign /  unhinged starter call.

[dowagergreen]

@heireign : ❛  you’ll get no assignment from me, nor will you be privy to my plans any longer. those days are over.  ❜ (prompts)

alicent is weary, worn down by incessant conflict. as much as she does not wish to become rhaenyra's adversary, they've done little but come to blows over the weeks that have passed. damage done is never undone. apologies do not exist. the other's words strike her and send spider-webbed cracks along the length of her spine. she can do little more than straighten her posture and brush a stray curls over her shoulder. the queen sighs, exacerbated, but her voice hardens as she speaks. "very well, princess." if this is the game that rhaenyra wishes to play then she'll play it. alicent has long since abandoned the weakness of her sentimentality. even so, the ache remains. she has to clasp her hands together over her stomach to avoid picking at the skin around her fingernails. she feels the absence of their bond in the emptiness of her right hand's ring finger, vacant of the old ring she'd always worn there. even though she's forgone wearing it for some time, she hasn't the heart to replace it for another. old habits. "if you wish no communication between our households, then so be it, but know that the king and i will expect you to maintain your duties all the same. the lack of communication will not be an acceptable excuse."

[alovetold]

@heireign [ rhaenyra ] liked for a starter.

the news of another babe joining the family was heartwarming to him. lucerys loved being a brother. he adored trying to be for joffrey what jacaerys had always been for him. a protector, someone to look up to. someone to adore. ❝ i cannot wait, mother. do you think this one will be a girl ? ❞ he had two brothers, but the idea idea of a little sister was enticing. he knew little about girls, only from being with baela and rhaena. but he'd like another sister. perhaps one to look like his mother. ❝ did you pick out an egg ? i would love to if you haven't. i think i did well with joffrey's egg. ❞