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@13y3​ ASKED , ( 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 )     𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔/𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔.  𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔

       𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘.   aemond looms behind her with one hand rested on her throat, fingers splayed against her skin in a loving touch than anything else.   his free hand seems to linger between keep itself against her stomach or reaching upwards  &&  cupping her breast in palm—calloused fingers brushing against sensitive nipple in a way that elicits the most soft, enticing hums past lips.   their bodies   𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳   together a little lower down, his hips moving against her from behind until skin brushes against skin.    movements seem to be deliberate, slower than one might expect as if he wanted to draw out their time together.   something alys has no issue with at all for she could spend an eternity in his arms with aemond’s lips devouring whatever he can get his mouth on—the movement of him inside of her was enough to send her mind into a foggy haze && her chest  𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰   with ever renewed sense of passion.     ;      (   hardly ever was she granted moments like this before meeting her dragon prince. no one made her feel the way he had, physically or  otherwise !   )   hand shifts from being rested against her throat to cup the underside of her jaw that cranes head back against pillows to expose more of what he desired.   a louder moan exiting mouth feeling the suction of his moth against the base of throat   &&   against the area above collarbone. . . to accompany the new position of his mouth thrusts change their pace to faster, harder, than they had been moments prior.   ❝  aemond . . . ❞   alys smirks, words breathless as hand, of the arm tossed behind her, cups the back of aemonds head to keep him close:   ❝  you like marking what’s yours don’t you, my prince ?  all of these marks will surely let everyone else know that I’ve been claimed. ❞

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@heireign​  LIKED  for a starter !   +   post 1x01, ft alicent hightower 

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃,  but a new hesitation had taken its place.   a heir has been named, rhaenerya declared before all of the lords, but those among them, close minded, now sneer at the thought of a woman taking the place of a male heir.   what could be so terrible about something like that  ?    alicent knkws rhaenerya will be a wonderful queen, a good queen,  &&  someone the people will love   𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮   than they already do.   (    her father might call her foolish to think such a thing, biased because of the young woman’s closeness to one another.  how could she see clearly when rhaenerya floats around her head most days ?   alicent would wager, silently, that he was wrong  !    )     ;      hands aid the princess out of her cloak, headpiece having been taken off  &&  set aside on vanity. hands smooth down the other girls arms as if to provide some   𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃   from the new weight on shoulders.    ❝  so, rhaenerya,  ❞   began alicent coming to rest chin against her shoulder,   ❝  how does it feel to have been named heir ?   ❞

[roseguidedarc]

@lucery​ ASKED,  “ 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ” 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂

     𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄.   as much as her brother might wish for that to be their reality, visenya was being realistic.   no one is completely safe, no one is immune to the ravages of a raging war—but they can make the possibility of tragedy lessen by looking out for one another, by protecting each other.   his words leave lips, young girls eyes focused on her hands that rest in lap where fingers fidget nervousness with the rings there. a moment of consideration, a moment for teeth to bear down into lower lip before she’s taking luke’s hands into her own.    their hands, hers grasping over the top of his, is brought into lap:  ❝  how i wish things were so simple, luke.  ❞     ;      thumb, speckled with rough, scaled patches, rubs affectionately against his hand. eyes linger for a moment , deep breath following , as visenya turns her attention fully to luke.   ❝  as much as you wish you could protect me from all harm . . it’s   𝚄𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴   in the world we live in.  ❞   rose tint of childhood is long passed. they don’t live among flower patches or endless skies anymore.  ❝   but,  ❞   tone shifts to try to be more uplifted,    ❝  we can protect each other, you  &&  i.   we can protect jace, mother, daemon.  ❞

[roseguidedarc]

@heireign​  LIKED  for a sick visenya iii starter !  

       𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 fire that’s continually kept  &&  despite the covers that tick just before visenya’s neck.    ever so often a wet rag is placed on her forehead, against cheeks  &&  neck, to try  &&  break the fever that’d overcome her  &&  held for the past two days.    one day she was fine  &&  the next she was bed ridden, running extremely hot, &&  ill to the point of questioning her survival—it felt like every time she comes down with her sickness, the maesters assume it has something to do with her birth, visenya’s life might be verging on   𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓽    once again  !   can’t she have one moment where she isn’t fighting ?   fighting for her well-being, fighting to be seen the way she wishes . . .     ;      mind wakes slightly from her slumber, the weight of meley’s head rested against her lap an inclination of where she was, &&  as eyes peel themselves open lips begin to mutter something.    it’s soft at first, but eventually visenya can muster the strength to speak:  ❝  muh-mother ?  ❞   rhaenyra couldn’t have strayed too far unless it was of the upmost importance.   ❝  mother . .  ❞

[roseguidedarc]

     alys fingers are completely black from the tips of her fingers all the way to the top of her second knuckle before it begins to fade into normal skin. her fingers are this way because of her witchcraft && the type of magic she often does: dark && blood magic.   it’s one of the sure signs she’s a witch where people often are shocked when they see / understand what it means.  it’s not something she hides or is ashamed of. 

[roseguidedarc]

   visenya doesn’t have a new crown made for her reign in her queen verse. she wears the same crown her mother wore, that her grandfather wore, && her great grandfather before her. it’s the same crown passed on to her heir, her younger brother aegon iii.

[roseguidedarc]

      alys doesn’t contribute her powers to any god nor does she follow, really, any religion. she isn’t a woman of the seven, she isn’t following the lord of light despite seeing visions in the fire like melisandre did. her power is her own, && if anything she might look to the blood magic of old valyria or from books she’s read about ancient witchcraft.

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@vi0lnt asked: " YOU KEEP QUESTIONABLE COMPANY. "

head cants to the side slightly as she navigates how to answer his accusation. she could deny such a claim, act veraciously as though it isn't true ― but they both know that it is, and failing to acknowledge that would only do them both a disservice. rhaenyra turns to look at other, and there's an indiscernible look in her eyes that focuses on him with intent. ❝ questionable company is what may be required to win a war. does your concern cloud your judgment ? i thought you to be understanding of our limitations, and the sacrifices that need to be made. for the greater good; for the kingdom. ❞