ππ πππππππ ππππ πππππππ'π ππ ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ πππ, ππ ππππππ be simple. it is in her mind, it's already made up what she isn't or is going to do. however, she is doing right by telling her mother. by telling her the plan, what she feels she needs to do. though it seems their queen isn't keen on the idea of her daughter fighting, of riding her dragon into battle. ( she is your mother. she carried you, birthed you, loved you. how could she not be hesitant even moreso in the wake of losing one son & sending another off to the north. visenya in her one track mind, in the moment, doesn't consider this. ) β daenyra cannot fight. she hasn't the sword skill nor the dragon to do so. β visenya counters in as firm, but respectable, tone as she could muster. the sword she commissioned sat leaned up against painted table. a table wrought with various house symbols & those whom stand against them. β but, i do. i can. i want to. to defend what's been taken from you, for that one eyed bastard did to my brother. β her anger raises, hitting its ugly head. but, the princess takes a deep breath to calm herself again. violet eyes returning, β do you understand why, mother ? my determination to do so. β
[ * @halfyearsqueen gets a random starter ! ft visenya targaryen ]
