#ntrgyn

[magikborn]

jacaerys recieved an ask : "i’m asking for your help."

Jacaerys  eyes  were  fixated  ahead  at  the  wall  while  refusing  to  look  the  noble  in  the  eye.  His  mother  would  no  sooner  hide  him  away  than  have  him  to  take  action.  Teeth  grounding  tight,  his  jaw  jutted.  All  he  wanted  was  to  be  the  heir  he  was  supposed  to  be.  To  be  righteous  in  all  ways.  Instead  of  acting  like  he  was  fragile  and  easily  broken  like  glass.  He  was  strong  in  his  own  right.  That  was  how  he  would  show  his  mother.  "I  might  be  at  the  staircase  near  midnight.  Don't  meet  me  there."  Jace  turned  away  to  walk  down  the  hall,  but  not  before  making  eye  contact  with  Naerys.  “Certainly  do  not  follow  me  after.”

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[forcenexus]

anakin received an ask : "this may be a silly question, but do you have a plan?"

A  forced  laugh  came  from  the  knight.  Shoulders  hutched  from  laughing,  he  was  trying  his  best  to  formulate  something.  Politics  was  never  his  strong  suit  and  the  queen  knew  this.  Still  she  sent  Anakin  of  all  people  to  escort  the  noble  woman  to  Albion.  A  place  many  of  the  main  landers  whispered  about.  Some  said  it  was  cursed.  Others  claimed  magic  itself  resided  there.  Honestly,  he  didn't  know  what  to  think.  An  order  was  an  order.  Who  was  he  to  deny  Rhaenyra?  "I'll  figure  it  out  when  we  arrive.  Ready  to  go?" 

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[fallesto]

Exile. It had taken root in his thoughts, and by now, he had become more than accustomed to it. Given all that he had done, he understood that his father had little option in the situation. A prince had lost his life, his own uncle, the man who was next in line for the iron throne, the king who never was, right? As a smirk crept across his lips, he realized it was not his doing. No one had been compelled to join the fray, to battle for his cause or the foolish hedge knights; the gods had made their decision, and he had survived, only to be cast out from the kingdoms and sent here. A fate worse than death, at least in his eyes, as he perceived this as nothing short of a slap in the face. Sitting back in his chair, he reached for the glass of wine, taking a sip. Even here, so far removed, even in exile and separated from his family and court, he remained a prince, living as such, despite the whispers of his insanity and his fascination with dragons, and more so, his desire to become one himself. When he heard the door behind him open, his servants entering, without his father or anyone from court present, he felt truly free. Banishment could be transformed into something advantageous, and there was only one thing a prince like him desired.

"You may send her in."

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[yseranys]

@ntrgyn sent: ⤷ i am certain you’II find your stay here most illuminating.

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝑬 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑴. Whether the young lady knew it or not; there was venom in those honeyed words. War was nigh, he could feel it in the air. What part did the Lady NAERYS play in it, he did not know, nor would he linger around to find out. 

Tonight, when all were abed, he would make his escape, and return to the forests he knew so well. It was better than to stay and find out if his secrets were exposed. For now, he would play along as the gracious guest. 

His face, though taciturn, did have a hint of appreciation for the lady's words. 

❝ As you say, Princess. I find it quite so, already. ❞ 

[ozgog]

❛ try not to think about it too much , ❜

𝔉ear, so instantaneous and bewildered, and corralled back to her it could be considered gob smacking-not a single ounce of it goes down smooth. yet the recovery is no less seamless; turstin centers in on the fluster of having been caught admiring the ladies just paces past, all of them in their gowns and radiant in their favorite shades of green or pale blue, or bright purple. all glittering, sewn with stones and silvering lattice, silken hemlines upon their breasts, their bronzed arms kissed sweetly by the southern summer that breathes so softly over the skin-shifting cool and limp, a fabricated liquid.

turstin will wonder what had given her away when they have long since parted from each other. but for now, she is certain what is seen is an unmarried lord with wisps of grey, and no children. ' i never did. ' she admits. ' perhaps that is the problem, hm? '

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[knightcrowned]

targaryens be targaryens 😭🙏

😭well if my choice was between him and Aegon....

[gachcuid]

@ntrgyn cont'd SHE LOOKS AT HIM THE WAY ONE LOOKS AT A WOUND THEY CANNOT STOP TOUCHING: hurt [ . . . ] and helpless [ . . . ] and a little angry. she turns her face, chin lifting just slightly. ‘tis rather childish, she thinks, but she would not have been able to bear the sight of a kill still warm either way. she had never really had the stomach for it — for the festive cruelty of it. ❝ YOU ALREADY KILLED IT THOUGH. ❞ she says it low, fingers moving slow and absent in her horse’s mane as she looks at it despite herself, still and bleeding. ❝ the deer, i mean. ❞ its doe eyes sit round and empty, staring up into the trees while her eyes find his, frowning. ❝ DO YOU LACK FOR FOOD, my lord ? ❞ by his way of dress he should not, but she had known even KINGS to want for stranger things.

Robb was knelt beside the kill, and he supposed he understood that a lady - perhaps even a royal by the look of her - like herself would be set on her nerves, but he did not appreciate the condescension. Still, he was a knight, and would be kind and courteous. "My lady," he chanced, hoping the title was suitable enough given that she was likely a princess but he was not entirely sure. "I am not a lord, but a ser. A hedge knight. I suspect I lack for food more than you may understand, and whatever I leave over, I can sell to make myself some money. Would you begrudge me it?"

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"Sister, I have news."

Aemon entered her chamber with bounce in his step, nodding to her ladies in a polite gesture. He wanted her to be the first to know; before their father, before their brother, before the court - she was his dearest friend in all the world. He felt like a maiden meeting her betrothed. Taking a white cloak was not so different, he imagined.

"Might I speak with you alone?"