#princelyrhaegar

[thenorthernwclf]

because you love me gimme some got recs to get me started - Owlie (firstbornweasley mun)

// Bish that’s a tough question. Alright below read more are some blogs recommendations based on muns. The peeps I see be active on the dash often and I have personally interacted with . I tried to make a slightly diverse list of OCs and various canons. This is not a promo list so if I see any of you little shits reblogging it i’m gonna throw bread at you. 

@ladybcar , @fifthbornforrester , @dragonmadness these three are the nicest beans that every existed. Legit if you want someone to scream at you at 3 am because of fluff on your dash these three are your jam, they are legit best friend material. Also @aegonisms is my other GOT blog come love me. 

@saltveined , @lordofthewatch, @rcsethcrn, @ladycatherinegordon , @ringmailandsilk, @dracaesanguinem, @logicalhealer, @righteousinwrath, @unchainedgiant, @louvereine, @targaryan-blood, @bxstardcrowking, @astatheloner, @worshipsonlydeath, @dcrnishdragcn, @bird-dove-wolf, @offairytaleisms, @nxrthqueen, @lionwithouthonour, @decreedlore, @oikosheart, @anowlamongwolves, @lordofthewatch, @rcsemaiden, @silk-hiding-steel, @dornished, @sunofdorne, @dragonquccn, @heirofrealms, @freefolksflame, @courtesyarmored, @nxtsoordinary, @whxtewolf, @bxrnqueen, @obuljagon, @thedragoninthesnow, @mhysaoffire, @gotwomennoonewants , @ofjealousy

I will also mention @graceofscots whom I love to death but I fear your FC clashes with her canon so interactions might not be a thing that will happen. She’s nice though, say HI from me anyway.

[goldcntyrcll-blog]

@princelyrhaegar​ // sc

      loras was a talented knight, he knew that. he knew he could easily defend his honor if need be, but still he found himself on the floor with a sword held so close to his face he could smell the blood of the last person it had injured. “ALRIGHT, you won. now get off me before i make you regret your mother ever birthed you.” the male growled. it wasn’t like him to be rude, but his pride was injured. more so when he spotted the beautiful rhaegar targaryen from the corner of his eye. he pushed his enemy back and got up from the ground, dusting himself off. “your grace,” he spoke, bowing his head slightly to the prince. he had hoped that the silver-haired prince didn’t see everything that had happened, it was clear the male was off his game today. he had had a dream, of renly baratheon, that had shaken him to his core today. the knight of flowers was not himself.

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@princelyrhaegar cont. from here

“A little of both if I am being honest.”  There was a smile in her tone, careful not to apply too much pressure as she rubbed his shoulders, wanting him to feel soothed not pained. “Mostly I just want to make sure you’re feeling well for the joust tomorrow, my love.” Elia leaned in, lips to his neck and the ghost of a kiss pressed to his pulse point. In public she was perfectly poised, they were tender with each other but her affections were kept entirely for the bedroom, away from prying eyes. 

“And perhaps I’m hoping you’ll return the favour...” Once again that smile was all teasing; he was melancholic most of the time, with such a serious face she couldn’t always crack. It was what made the smiles won all the more sweet.

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@princelyrhaegar // CONTINUED FROM HERE.

              “NO, rhaegar. he will harm you too.” the prince spoke, begging his elder brother to leave well alone. “i talked back to him, i deserved it, sweet brother. i thank you for wanting to protect me, i do, but it is okay.” his hands came to rest on his brothers chest, pushing rhaegar backwards just slightly. “if it happens again then i will let you do something about it, but he has done it only ONCE. he may not do it again.” viserys’ words were true, he had talked back to his father -- shouted at him even about how he hated being kept as prisoner in his own home. it had earned him a hard smack, and he had deserved it.

[dcrnishdragcn]

"I wish I could change everything"

He had always admired his lord father, he had always longed to prove himself worthy, to prove himself his equal. As a child, Jon had moved them from place to place, always vigilant, always wary. Many a night the young prince would go to sleep on the hard ground, the pangs of hunger tormenting him with the tales of the beloved Silver prince to sustain him. All he knew was that Rhagar Targaryen was noble, he was just, and that such a man was his true father.

Aegon was no longer a child, clouded by want and longing to be the son of such a man. He had gone to Dornem, he had learned of the affair with the lady Lyanna, had learned the details of his Lady mothers death, his sisters. As a child, he had always known his mother and sisters fate, but never of any detail concerning it.

Here and now face to face with the father he had never known, the man who had given up everything for a prophecy, Aegon felt the anger stirred within him, making his limbs shake, as his eyes water. He would not cry, he would not cry for the life they could have had. Instead, the boy bites the inside of his cheek, focussing on the rage and pain. As much as he tries to be angry, to rage and shout, he just feels defeated, a weariness settles in his heart as the image of his childhood hero shatters. “So do I, my lord.”

[laughingtreesknight-archive-blog]

"Here it's safe. Here it's warm"

❛ Yes, indeed it is. ❜

Lyanna buried her face in his shoulder, eyes closed. She was enjoying their closeness, even though the she-wolf knew how WRONG it was. There was no going back now, and perhaps they both would be damned for their actions. Perhaps they deserved it. Surely they did. They were not at the Tower of Joy yet and had had to stop so the horses could rest. It would be a long trip, one that would grant her freedom, she thought.

❛ Warm, safe, and full of love. ❜

[snowmcid]

continued from here || @princelyrhaegar

“We tell stories your grace.” she replied, delicate fingers pulling at each other. It had been only a fortnight since she’d arrived in the capitol, and it had been so much more than she could have imagined, the Prince even more so. He was more beautiful that she had heard and more charming than any Knight in a story. To add to his charms was his gentleness and humor, both of which allowed Sansa to feel comfortable in his presence, enough that she wished for him to stay, even if for just a few moments longer. 

“The North is cold and we have no gardens for easy strolls, Northerners spend their time hunting, praying, or clustered inside our castles spinning stories for all to hear -- telling of battles long since fought. It brings us closer together. Would you care for a Northern tale my prince?” 

[daenfireys-a]

❛ It’s gonna get people killed. It’s already gotten people killed. ❜

the walking dead prompts | @princelyrhaegar​ | not accepting

She sighed as her hands shook as her grip tightened around the shot gun.         “Then what are we waitin’ for? ”