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[dragaryen]

as a child,  she dreamt of warmth. of sunshine within king’s landing that would dull the ache, the child in her bones.  daenerys dreamt of a motherly embrace, the round applause of the common people that would rejoice at her knighthood.  her kingship.      daenerys stormborn wanted their love.    love.  such a foreign concept to a child that suffered the temper of the dragon that was her own flesh & blood of a brother.   a girl thrust into a foreign land where she is hated by those she has never met.   what is love to an exiled fool?   childish notions of banners that bare her name,  people that pray to her,  children that revere her,   &    enemies that fear her.  in this foreign land,   the land of her father,  she expected more.  the rightful heir,  the last targaryen wanted their warmth.  &  she foolishly believed that the way to do is was with dragon’s fire.  

Q:  DEAR PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE, DO YOU KNOW THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST?   ARE YOU DOOMED TO REPEAT THEIR MISTAKES?

ever time a targaryen is born,  the gods flip a coin.   in her foolishness,  she believes that her coin has always turned upward,  a  golden face of a princess meant to restore peace and unity.   she is no mad king — but she hears the voices.    voices of the past that play on a continual loop in her head,  voices that whisper obscenities,  voices that breed chaos.   she hears her father,  her dragons,  yet the most reoccurring loop comes from the half year queen in episodes that daenerys cannot ignre.    [dearest rhaenyra,    am i doomed to repeat your mistakes?       will i repeat your wars?    will i too fall into the despair of the dance of dragons?]   her fingers clench,  expelling the memories,  expelling the history.   she is not mad,  she is not mad, she is not —     again the words play through constantly,  facing her ancestor in dream & reality  [the line has blurred too far,  the mirror shows daenerys,  rhaenyra,  aegon,  viserys,   again & again.   suffering & winter prevail]   ❝  you’re wrong —  all of you,  i have made it this far because i have believed in me.   i have been a prisoner to lands i do not belong to,   i have been a warrior in my own home.     ❞   the glass in her hand shatters,  a grip too tight,   eyes blurry from the tears.    [  I WILL NEVER BE YOU!   I BELONG HERE,  I BELONG ON THE THRONE.  ]  

A:    YOU CAN RESIST,  BUT ONLY THE GODS KNOW. 

 [  YOUR FATE IS SEALED.   THERE IS NO VICTORY IN STORE FOR YOU.  ]

the mirror in front of her is broken,    the edges tainted with the blood of a queen,  the last of the line.     she has fought too hard,   she has made too many mistakes.   princess daenerys targaryen will never be one of them.    a woman incapable of warmth freezes to death.      ❝  get out of my head.   please,   i — i don’t know what you want from me.  ❞     when she closes her eyes,  daenerys is back in water,  shivering in the storm.  if she were meant to be free — she would have died that day.   

meme prompts ,  currently accepting !   :  “there is no escape, we pay for the violence of our ancestors.”    rhaenyra targaryen ♡  @reignyra​

[northaryen]

@reignyra  :  ❝  you need to leave.   ❞      

in his veins, there are multitudes of families—a song of ice and fire that echoes through his body the stories of rulers of dragons and defenders of the north. where war comes from,  where defenders rise to bleed out the empty. it rings a color of red so alike blood he sees it when he shuts his eyes, suddenly lost in the seas of war.    [ the blood of madness,  they say ]   WHAT IS MADNESS?  to a stranger, is it failure?  is it loss?  is it anger?      jaime lannister is long since gone,  years have passed since he helped daenerys targaryen ascend the throne.

years have passed and the cycle continues.   

like clockwork, he hears daenerys tlak to the figures of the past, he listens to the failures of those around him.    he sees it drive dany bloody,   eyes replaced with a veil of evil darkness.    so when he walks through the halls at night,  the poisoned dagger always ready in his pocket,  jon snow wonders how much he mirrors his grandfather.   how much the targaryen madness has pushed him to murder his aunt.   passing the mirrors : he sees it, a glimpse,  a moment’s notice of a ghost,  warning him.   

❝  have you come to warn me?  it’s too late.  too many people have been lost because of the queen —  too many more are in dannger.  ❞      

the bastard son of the north,  the white wolf carrying the expectations of his father.   his brother.   what would the young wolf say?    [ how can jon sleep at night knowing sansa’s reign is in jeopardy each time daenerys’ anger shifts to the north?   a man of the winter needs to create his own fire,  to burn the bridges of the past.   his eyes shift from the mirror,  hand tightening against the weapon to kill the queen.   ]    ❝  i have no time for visions,  no promise of anger.   i am a stark.   continue your path against the bloodshed of this house,  but i seek no part in it.  ❞  

[wonedeus]

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙴𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵𝚃𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺,     its blade slick with oil.        her shoes were encrusted with unfamiliar soil,     this land not belonging to her own  ––  she is too aware of that,    of her incongruous status.        the body shifts itself into a more rigid posture,     pink lips straight in a line.          she comes as a gentle intrusion,    a wave against sand walls that knocks and knocks.       ❝   in more ordinary circumstances,    my people would bring more to your halls.     ❞       a gesture towards birds,    towards fruits not seen or tasted in this world.      silver gaze finds the other yet again.      the face is solemn.      ❝   my mother fears that we are going through something of a dry period.      but i do not wish to worry you or your kingdom:     we are strong in war,    stronger than many.    ❞        there is a pause here,    the promise hanging in the air thick and shining.        

@reignyra​ is silent beside her  ––  but her response comes strong on her tongue,     hard as coal in the air.      ❝   worry serves me well…and how i keep us alive.  ❞        and the emissary nods deep.

❝   i suppose that may be true for all of us.    ❞      the tone goes gentle,    the syllables resting in the air as feathers.      her hands find themselves and their fingertips interweave,     her lips turning upwards at their corners  ––  friendly.      ❝    perhaps it was my own worry that brought me here today.    the time has come for us to interact with other lands,   lest we sit and watch our island wither   (  ...  )   i would not attempt to soothe your worry unless we had more to offer.    ❞

                                 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴:  𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙰𝚁.    NOT ACCEPTING.

[zongoku]

    ❛       that’s some funny looking costume you’ve got on ! is that some kind of armor ? ❜ goku raises his eyebrow inquisitively before slipping into a grin — a sign of friendship. he could sense her energy, and it was strong. ❛ my name is goku, and i’m from earth. what’s yours ? ❜

@reignyra​.