#private roleplay thread

[lastxdragon]

CS: An unexpected visit RP

@thegod-anubis​

She felt the soft brush of fur on her cheek and came awake slowly, perfectly aware of her location, and Daenerys smiled sleepily up at Anubis, reaching out one small hand to cup his to her cheek. "I heard you were dealing with some particularly annoying negotiations and I recalled how much you loathed those situations. I went on with my day, but thoughts of you kept returning to my mind and so I decided my Council can handle the Kingdom for a few days," Daenerys answered honestly. Her dragon had been happy to fly back to Essos and she'd fallen asleep on Anubis settee while her dragon had hunted happily in the mountains.

To be sure, Tyrion had questioned her desire to get away for a few days, especially when Daenerys declined to take an escort. She had assured her Hand that she would be completely safe and that he must allow the Council to take the lead. They would never learn to govern without her if she was always there to answer their questions. The new laws were working well and listening to petitions was hardly a difficult process now. As if that were possible. But for this trip, she had packed only a few gowns and slippers. Her crown was secure in her chambers back in the new Keep.

Stately bejeweling was completely unnecessary to visit Anubis. If he wanted her on his arm in his court, he would provide her with adornment appropriate to be there. Her hand skimmed along the curve of his arm as she grinned slyly. "I thought you might want... a distraction - and perhaps I missed you. If this is an inconvenient time for you, I will, of course, leave, Anubis," she added with a low hum to her tone as she sat up, letting the blanket fall away to reveal her silken nightgown.

[lastxdragon]

CS: Surviving isn’t living RP

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

@manbehindtheshield​

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

While it seemed counter-intuitive, Daenerys had chosen to raid the bunkers furthest away first, emptying them one by one over the past few years, starting with the one in the deep south East and working her way back North. She’d only emptied two and the cabin was stocked to the rafters with supplies, not only from the bunker but also from the scavenging she’d done in the city below. Unlike most cities, Colorado Springs had never built upward, only outward, so she didn’t have skyscrapers and black holes of undead like other areas. The Walkers were still a concern, but winter slowed them and herds were uncommon while other Living were rare and unsafe.

The ‘cabin’ itself was every inch of her father’s love for luxury and security. The massive structure was built into the side of the Pikes Peak mountain with six bedrooms and a five car garage. Dany had converted one bay into winter holding for chickens and goats while the entire top floor was devoted to storage. She’d taken the first floor Master a year after her family had died and taught herself how to repair the wind powered generators with books. Going from sheltered rich kid to survivor, her kindness was now buried after one too many close calls with the Living, so as lonely as she felt, Dany avoided them, like she was now as she steered the Range Rover down a side road away from any kind of village. This bunker was within a dangerously range of DC, but this long after The End, Daenerys was willing to take a chance.

She had stopped for the night within 20 miles of the bunker at dusk. Dany found a deserted farmhouse away from the road and pulled the Range Rover around to the back. She was putting out the sleeping bag in the back when movement caught her eye. There was a man near the woods’ edge and he was fighting Walkers as he edged backward. He was doing well, but Dany could see some were flanking him. Opening the roof hatch, Dany drew her bow. *zing* *zing* *zing* Notching one arrow after the other quickly, she downed the Walkers until - between them - the man stood alone, starting to turn. “Slowly, pal. Hands where I can see them. Show me what you have,” Dany warned softly. “I’m not looking for trouble.”

[lastxdragon]

CS: The Third Betrayal

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

@igottabe

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

Since even before the battle with the Night King, Daenerys had felt as if something was not right with her advisors, trusting only Daryl’s opinion. It was their dual strategy that saved so many of her Dothraki and Unsullied, boxing the dead in and using Drogon and Rhaegal to burn the bulk to ashes, funneling the remaining dead to be struck down by the Northern forces. It had been a plan argued over for hours, but in the end she prevailed. But not before she saw the looks exchanged between Varys, Tyrion, Jon and Sansa. The Northern Lady, she expected, but her own advisers and the man who had pledged himself to her?

After the battle, she was more concerned with getting Ser Jorah the best care possible and tending Daryl’s wounds herself while her armies also rested. The uninjured were sent ahead to Dragonstone to ease the strain on Winterfell’s stores. A week later, the rest followed. The siege of King’s Landing began shortly after and it’s only when Tyrion tells her of Cersei’s plans to ignite wildfire that she takes to Drogon’s back, breaking down the gates and turning the scorpions to ash while Daryl takes out the archers. Rising over the Red Keep, she winces, thinking of any innocent people caught within, but they will die if Cersei releases the wildfire, so she gives Drogon the word. Stone falls and wood turns the skies to ashen rain.

Tears streak her cheeks as she lands in what remained of the throne room, devastated at the thought of those who had been unable to flee the Keep, but Daryl quietly pointed out that Drogon’s black and red flames had swallowed a burst of sickening green. He let her go ahead, toward the throne, standing in the shadows with Drogon. Dany was overwhelmed, didn’t hear another person approaching until Jon’s voice broke her reverie. She couldn’t understand her friend and took a step closer, listening to his muttering of ‘Sansa thinks this is necessary’. She questioned him, confused, coming closer to hear and that’s he struck. The blade sank into her ribs to the hilt and it all went black as she spilled to the floor, never hearing Daryl’s strangled roar followed by Drogon’s.

[lastxdragon]

CS: An Ancient Awakens

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

@crimsoncored​

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

The actual battle for King’s Landing had begun as a siege, but soon the lack of supplies getting into the city caused riots and smallfolk began abandoning the city in the thousands. Taking Drogon and Rhaegal, Daenerys made short work of the scorpions on the walls and the archers there as well, before heading directly for the Red Keep. The gates were open and the people were fleeing the city when the massive explosion of green fire burst out of the Keep and rolled through the streets, decimating everything and everyone in its path. Dany had struggled to keep hold of Drogon and watched in shock. It was hours before she could approach what was left of the throne room, quiet after dealing with more resentment from the Northerners.

So when Jon Snow followed her into the throne room, Daenerys was surprised at his kind and generous demeanor. The Northerners blamed her for the wildfire, a dangerous potion that Tyrion had assured her had been used up in the Battle of the Blackwater, but here he was saying she was his Queen and Daenerys crossed the floor to him, unaware of his pending treachery. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an enormous black mass swooping down into the space and thought it was Drogon, but this dragon was much bigger and without the red undertones to it’s scales. She wasn’t frightened, but it’s massive paw planted in front of her and with that movement, Dany saw the knife tucked in Jon’s hand.

Her heartbeat skipped a beat. The beast roared and the sound shook the ruins. Jon’s furtive dive towards her made Dany move closer to the strange dragon and in a flash, dragon fire rolled over the traitor. She was shaking as what had been the King in the North was reduced to a small pile of ashes, looking up at the dragon in amazement and caution. “You saved my life. I didn’t even know there was another dragon in this world and yet, you came to me at the right moment,” Daenerys offered softly, unsure if the dragon could understand her, but it had clearly protected her. It was at least three times bigger than Drogon. Where had it come from?

[lastxdragon]

CS: Year 2100 The Rising Dead

@boltsandashes

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

An orphan raised in New Valyria as the ward of a wealthy Dragonlord, Daenerys’ tactical acumen and Foresight (the gift of prophetic visions) served him well and on her 16th birthday, he gifted her with three petrified dragon eggs. That evening, she did the impossible in hatching them. The next day, cold winds began to blow from across the Narrow Sea and with them, strange things started to happen. Magic had returned to Valyria. Ancient ruins began humming with long-forgotten energy, children started fires with their thoughts, and museum artifacts levitated. Over the next two years, the Valyrians marshalled ancient knowledge to master the magics that had taken hold while the temperatures dropped even on the volcanic island chain.

An even more ancient prophecy was whispered behind closed doors when news that the Narrow Sea was freezing came with the merchant traders. Soon after, disturbing rumors came - the dead were rising in the northernmost range of Westeros. Scouts were sent. None returned. As the cold deepened, ships were frozen in the water and traders brought tales of equipment freezing solid, losing power and storages rising. There was no contact with family or friends living in the lands north of Winterfell Country, the roads there impassible with the never-ending blizzard. Some sought to find the remaining members of the ancient order of the Night’s Watch, long since labeled as doomsday conspiracist and general all-around nutjobs, but those who ventured North were never heard from again.

Finally, in the Year 2100, Daenerys and a complement of 20,000 Valyrian soldiers and her dragons were sent to refit the ancient Valyrian outpost in Westeros - the island fortress of Dragonstone. Tasked with saving Westerosi, she set her army with restoring the fortress and housing those who came while Dany took a smaller unit of 20 commandos in 6 all-terrain rovers north to search for survivors. As they passed through The Reach, their technical gear began malfunctioning, leaving them with only compasses and old paper maps to navigate. Only their chain-bound tires got them as far as the old Winterfell castle. Forming a half circle barrier against the stone walls, thermal tents were lifted and fires started while two men scouted into the castle walls.

In a thermal jumpsuit of black and red, with a ceremonial Valyrian Arakh on her hip, Daenerys was going over the maps when an eerie silence fell. Picking 6 commandos, she led them to check the parameter, plodding through knee-deep snow into the forest. A chill went down her spine and she gripped her pistol tighter when a figure stepped out of the shadows, then another and another, surrounding them. Unnaturally bright blue eyes and pale, torn skin. Her men began firing, but two went down, their blood steaming and red on the snow when out of nowhere, one went down, then another. Her .45 empty, Dany pulled her curved sword as a last resort as the dead closed in.

[lastxdragon]

CS: What comes next

@pater-leonum

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

Desperate fighting ended when they’d found the Night King. Whatever mysterious combination of fate, dragonfire and Valyrian steel that had been necessary had come together in ways no one could have anticipated. It had been devastating to lose Lord Snow, after his efforts to save the North, against ungrateful people scrambling only for power, but his sacrifice would not be forgotten. As her Dothraki and Unsullied regrouped, more than half their number had survived. More than enough to squash the Golden Company’s ambushing attack, preventing even more devastation to the North.

The siege of King’s Landing had been quick. The gates opened by deserting royal soldiers at the sight of her dragons flying overhead, quicker still to pledge themselves to Daenerys. Things are beginning to settle in the capital when her Ko tell her they’ve captured the Kingslayer. The man had been among those fighting the Dead, but she’d never expected he would chance coming to the Crownlands. Tyrion. Her Hand was swift in finding her, pleading that she give his brother a chance to explain, that he was the only one who could tell her what had happened that day. Daenerys let him stew in the dungeons for two days before making her decision.

Her Ko brought Ser Jaime from his cell, escorting him to the Queen’s library where Dany stood on the balcony with a glass of wine. A knock alerted her before they entered with the tall man she remembered from Winterfell and Daenerys’ expression chilled as her stomach twisted. This was the man she’d feared as a child - the monster lurking in the shadows. “Your brother has spoken eloquently on your behalf, Ser,” she told him while her Ko stayed at the door, silent. Turning to face him, Dany continued “And you fought beside us in the North. These are the only reasons you still live. Why have you come here, Kingslayer? Did you hope to put a sword in my back?”

[lastxdragon]

CS: A chance for understanding

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

(Ask meme continued with permission.) ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

Jaime stood, frozen, as her hand ghosted through the hairs on his chest. Then her palm pressed over his hammering heart. Her touch was cooler than he had imagined - so much of this woman burned that he had imagined her skin would, too. He let out a trembling breath.

“There, Your Grace,” he said. “Just a man, not the monster they say I am. Though I suspect you know how it feels to be thought of that way.”

@a-maimed-man-and-bitter

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

“Not a monster? No, you are just a man as you say and I am no longer the frightened child who once lived in fear of you or the Usurper,” Daenerys replied coolly, drawing her fingers back from his skin, unaware of what subconscious fascination had driven her to touch him. The torch lights flickered against the smooth, black dragonglass walls of the dungeons below Dragonstone and cast long shadows in the dirt beneath their feet while Jhogo and Aggo stood as two lean, copper shadows by the door of the cell. Through the small, barred window high on the wall, the sounds of waves crashing against the cliffs wafted into the chilled room where the Kingslayer had been secured upon arrival. The tall, golden lion was wrong, however. She was the mother of dragons. If they were monsters, then so was she.

The thought did not unsettle her as it once did. Others would always think as they wanted, define her in their narrow scope of desires and understanding, unable to glimpse the bigger picture. Her time in the Dothraki Grass Sea, near death, had given Daenerys a clearer understanding and purpose, stripping away the need for the approval of others, depriving them of the ability to manipulate her into doing what they want. Turning her back on him, Daenerys made a small hand gesture and both Ko stepped forward out of the shadows as she switched to Dothraki. “Cut him down and get him cleaned up. I will be in the Painted Table room,” she instructed before returning to Common. “I cannot control how others think of me and so, they do not control me, Ser Jaime. We will speak again when you are… properly attired.” With that, Daenerys strode from the cell.

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PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

The flowers were on his desk when he got back from his meeting - an explosion of blooms so fiery they looked almost ablaze. There was no card - she was self-assured enough to know she didn’t need one. Jaime seethed over them for almost an hour before calling her.

“I’m not a man to be played with,” he hissed as soon as she answered. “Have me or don’t, but don’t expect me to hang around pining after you while you wine and dine one freelancer after another. I’m not another Mormont.”

@a-maimed-man-and-bitter

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

When her phone vibrated on the desk, Daenerys saw with a glance who it was, nodding to Missandei who gathered up two tablets and exited the office, closing the door behind her. As soon as the door shut, Dany tapped to connect the call on speaker. From Jaime’s first hissing word, she knew he was still furious with her, but neither had made the other any promises, something he seemed to be forgetting with his smoldering fury. “No, you are not. Jorah had no trouble saying exactly what he wanted from me,” she shot back.

It hadn’t been what she wanted with the bear of a man, but at least it had been honest and there were no games like the one happening now. Daenerys disliked games, hated not feeling as if she could trust, never knowing who would betray her. “Have you or don’t? Why Jaime, I think that might be the first time you’ve said something that smacks at commitment. Careful, you wouldn’t want me to actually think you care, which I find hard to believe since I saw you with your sister. Don’t get angry at me just because we like the same restaurants,” she continued dryly, looking out the penthouse office corner windows at the city below while her stomach churned.