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blue stared up at the q u e e n. she chittered softly up at her, hoping their short alliance was still present. after the final battle she had left to find her injured sister. while at the time it seemed that they were on good terms, blue didn’t want to make any WRONG assumptions.
{ regiinum }
“Oh, S H I T...”
regiinum liked for a random au au ———— greek mythology
Despite what the other gods might have believed, the god of war was no stranger to peace. He may have been consumed by anger and bitterness most of his life, but there were brief moments when he found himself engulfed by sudden calmness. At the births of his children, and the few moment he’d had like that very moment, just to name a few.
Ares was transfixed, staring up at the heavens the way men saw them. He’d always loved the world of men more than Olympos. It gave him a place to escape the harsh judgement of his peers, and the scathing disapproval of his father and his siblings.
His concentration BROKE.
The sound of footsteps drew closer, and it took everything he had to curb his rage for the person who had broken his tranquility. He turned his head to gaze upon the soul responsible, words leaving his lips before he could even see.
❝You really shouldn’t sneak up behind people.❞
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The journey had been long, and she hadn’t a clue where she was heading for the duration of the trip. The young woman had never been in a boat, and swimming had never been an acquired skill. So when she finally found a dock, Gendry tried her damnedest to reach it.
Upon doing so, she immediately collapsed onto the worn wood of the dock. Her legs were weak; her everything was weak. Luckily, she was able to carry herself to a fountain where she immediately began to both drink, and wash her face.
She was too immersed in the feel of being somewhat clean that she didn’t see the guards approach her. The girl jumped upon being asked who she was, and from where she’d come. Her stammering was apparently suspicious as the guards began to make efforts to lead her away. Confused, and afraid, Gendry began to back away, shaking her head.
One guard approached, and was immediately met with Gendry’s fist. It wasn’t a strong punch, her arms were tired, having rowed for so long. Still, she fought. Her efforts proved futile, as she was easily handcuffed, and led toward an unknown fate.
( *regiinum requested a greeting .)
No longer a lion , myrcella stands before the new queen under the protection of the sun. not baratheon, nor lannister, the princess is now a m a r t e l l , a family once close to the targaryen’s, were it not for her father. the man who had started the rebellion that e n d e d her family dynasty.
❝ My QUEEN, it is a true honor to stand before you. ❞
"Glow" [idek lets just see what happpens]
Myrcella was nervous. She knew the Dragon Queen could be a vengeful woman, if her reputation of burning people alive and feeding them to her dragons was accurate. However, despite her fear, she had to swear fealty to her. That the law. Myrcella came into the throne room that had once been her playroom when it was empty head low. She knelt before her Queen (a role she had dreamed of since her childhood) and took her hand to kiss it. The moment their hands touched Myrcella’s chest glowed with a soft red light. Myrcella froze. The Queen must know she is related to the man who killed her father, she dreaded to see how she would react to this!
“Your Grace I-” She started, not knowing how to apologize for something she had known her entire life, was beyond her control.
X regiinum ||
--- || THE young dragon sits
with the rest of the khalasar, quiet as the dothraki marvel at her while her siblings fly in the sky. surely, she would have joined them - but the thought of shifting after yesterday’s play fight went too far sounded a bit too painful for her liking. no matter, she was content with being where she was - sitting in the grass, with the hot sun on her face. the humans were sweating but rhaegal thrived on it.
she watched as her mother approached, unsure of what she had been up to, but also aware that if she wanted her to know, she would. a smile in greeting permeates the dragoness’ features, shining in her deep, hypnotic green hues.
‘hello,’
her greeting is followed by her standing to her feet, and the khalasar whisper to one another in dothraki - it is too lowly spoken for her to fully understand, and she is still learning. whilst she looks as though she is older than daenerys, she is but a mere child in human years. the benefits of her species, fast growth and long years - gods be good, they would see many, many years.
‘i missed you,’
the confession comes with a slight shyness, but not so much that it is detectable. she may be a dragon, but her mother will always be able to bring out the most infantile emotions from deep within her. a longing, a willingness to please, a protectiveness unbreakable.
after all, without the all too rightful queen they would not have hatched from their prison-like eggs. she brought them forth. rhaegal was all too aware of this. to her, she felt they owed her the world and then some.
the dragon’s gratitude and love, like her loyalty, was unending... || ---
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She had traveled far-- the years had been unkind to the young lady. She had been though much, the time after Ethan's death having only been filled with attacks and hiding. She found herself here, across the narrow sea standing before a ruler with hair silver as the moon itself.
"Your Grace-- I've traveled a long ways to seek an audience with you. "
She would address her as queen for she was the only queen she planned on bending a knee to. The other rulers were either dead or undeserving of the title.
