#queue; tbt

[withouthonour]

@ironf0rged sent ; ❝ your face is sour. by all means leave, if i am so distasteful. ❞ ( from daemon to rhea )

"need I remind you that it is my keep you have exiled yourself to again?" sometimes, this felt more like a game of cat and mouse between them than a punishment placed upon the king's younger brother. rhea never knew what to expect when daemon targaryen graces runestone; often, she does not bother to even find out what he has done, that his brother had sent him to yet another exile to the vale. what did it matter to her what he did in king's landing? as long as he caused her or her court no trouble, then she had no care about what he did when he was away, and she had never been one to learn what it was king viserys liked to send daemon away for anyway. their already tense marriage did not need any more fire added to it.

a soft sigh passes her lips. does he truly believe that she enjoys seeing him suffer so? their marriage may have been something arranged for them, but she had never wished for it to hold the contempt it did between them that it does now. however, she was never sure where daemon's feelings landed on that topic or their marriage in general. "we do not have to dine together, daemon. i have never enforced it before and have no intent to start now, so you do not need to torture yourself with my presence."

[withouthonour]

@qanedanegros continued from here!

a soft huff of a laugh passed helaena's lips at aegon's words. "is this your way of telling me you wish for more between us tonight, husband?" she teased him softly, leaning to rest her chin against his arm as she gazed softly up at him. sometimes she felt like one of aegon's ever-overfilled wine goblets with how much she loved him, her love growing and growing until it began to spill over the sides of the goblet that was her heart. there was no one else she would want her fate to be tangled with, no one else's side she wished to be at but aegon's. "the things i wish to do you are best done inside, though i cannot deny it would be quite romantic to lay with you under the stars."

a slight frown spread across her lips at his words, and she gently squeezed his hand. "you do not see the good in yourself as i do," she replied softly, pressing her cheek against his shoulder as her gaze moved to the stars. she hated that he could not see how wonderful he was. all the good he kept bottled up and hidden away because their mother and grandsire impressed their wishes on him and ignored everything aegon wanted.