#rha-egal

[dcusrclicta]

rha-egal replied to your post: “Like or reblog this post for a Daenerys starter”:

// you know this like was foreseeable lmao

*is totally not baiting my ASOIAF mutuals. TOTALLY*

[a-kitten-with-claws-archived]

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‘‘Oh?’‘ Rhaegal looked ahead of him before running his hand through his hair. ‘‘I slept well. I mean, it could’ve been a dream? But I don’t remember it now,’‘ replied Rhaegal thoughtfully. ‘‘What about you? I hope that I didn’t wake you..since you felt my tossing and turning…’‘

“You didn’t.....I was awake anyway. Couldn’t sleep much at all until the early hours. I was um....thinking about things....”. She detested vagueness - people umming and awing over what they wanted to say. Especially when she was the one doing it as she know how annoying it is.

“I was thinking over what you showed me. And, if it’s okay, I have a few questions?”.

[xsilver-wings]

@rha-egal — liked for a starter​ 

   It was a relatively quiet night in the inn where she and Hella had been staying. It wasn’t crowded, which was nice, and at this point, most people had retired to their rooms. The bard had continued to sing, a little off-key and sort of annoying, but Xia honestly didn’t mind. He was doing it soft enough that she could at least tune him out. 

   Hella was talking to her, saying something about their mission that laid ahead of them. She was only half-listening, drinking her ale as she watched the people who had remained behind. People watching was, honestly, one of her favorite activities when she was out in public. Especially if they didn’t know they were being watched. 

   That was how she saw him. She paused with her mug to her lips, watching his movements and his appearance. Immediately, she was concerned, but she tried to brush it off as nothing. It wasn’t sitting well with her, however, and she was soon on her feet. Her cup of ale was left on the table. Hella called after her as she walked over to the stranger, but she made no move to stop. 

   ❝Excuse me, Sir, are you alright?❞ She stopped the man she had seen, putting her hand out in concern, ❝I don’t mean to intrude—❞ and for once she meant this truly— ❝but you do not look so good.❞

[balladofamadman]

     “They’re all dead, aren’t they?” Max questioned, referring to her father’s men; the men who were meant to protect her. The silence said it all. Not one loud mouth was talking shit. They had to be dead. Had to be. She asked her next question on a whisper-like voice. “What did you do?”

@rha-egal​

[theadoptedhale]

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//i love you so much, thank you. <3

[maidenxfthemxuntains]

@rha-egal sent in “I never trusted you anyway.” (Always Accepting) —————————————————————

Asta wasn’t sure at first what he had said, when it finally registered... It felt like a sword pierced her chest. Her chest tightened and the breath escapes from her lips. Blinking frantically, she tries not to let the tears fall from her eyes. Trust was what she prided herself on, to have someone trust her is her first goal of the friendship. Asta couldn’t speak at first, when her voice finally came out, it was choked with tears that threatened to fall. “R.. Rhaegal.. Tell me that is not true...”

[ivoryxdove]

dawn breaks

@rha-egal:

It was very early when Rhaegal woke up. Turning on his back to stretch Rhaegal felt hair brush along his arm. Oh. This is when he remembered that he wasn’t alone sharing the bed. As carefully as possible he turned on his side towards sleeping Sansa. He smiled to himself as he observed her breathtaking beauty then something occurred in his mind. They didn’t, did they? Carefully Rhaegal lifted the quilt to reveal that both were in the nude and memories of last night’s antics became more clear. Rhaegal wished it was a dream but here they were. As she moved in her sleep Rhaegal rested his head back on the pillow and pretended he was asleep all this time..

     sansa had always slept well; even after her father died, when nightmares had tormented her sleep, she had felt rested when she awoke. even through ramsay’s torture and the subsequent nights that followed, lying awake in fear of what could be growing inside of her -though it thankfully wasn’t- sansa had fallen asleep easily. it was a blessing.

     waking up, however, was a different story. sansa loathed to wake up, though she tried not to make a fuss of it. she stretched, tightening every muscle in her body before releasing. why was she so sore?

     almost as soon as she’d had the thought, she remembered. sansa stiffened, suddenly completely awake. she remembered. she knew who she would see when she opened her eyes. carefully, quietly, she peeked up and over, and saw him. 

[khxleesiofdrxgons]

// thank you so much for a follow ^^

Please, you’re playing one of my children. You get a follow as it is a requirement as your mother. Fair warning I will be telling embarrassing stories about said children. So, to start of Rhaegal was the sweetest of her boys. He enjoyed cuddling as a hatching the most even though Drogon fought the most over the attention.