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[musenssang]

Mother [ @royaltower ]

              How will i ever explain to her, that i allowed reckless fury to cloud my judgement? The Thought of disappointing the dowager queen fills his guts with worms, writhing with blame. Vhagar, sensing his unease attempts to comfort by bumping her head against him. and as he reaches out to repay the gesture, he finds her face wet. Truly the blood is on my hands alone.  He hears himself muttering to his she dragon. “kirimvose, sȳrī ao gōntan”, Thank you, you did well.  He says. The War would be fought and won with fire now, scolding her for drawing blood would be of little use now. 

              Then with heavy heart and heavy feet, he brings himself to the Keep. Has it grown redder? His mother greets him with a smile, and a look of expectancy upon her face. a gleam of hope within her brown eyes.  I’ll have to kill that too. he realizes, with no lack of guilt.  She speaks of Rhaenyra and forces, and peace, but he barely hears her.

               I could keep silent. he contemplates. Prey to the seven Lucerys’ remains do no wash ashore, She needn’t know. As tempting as it is, He knows it is the Coward’s way. Kinslaying is bad enough, i needn’t add Craven to that list. A soldier must be BOLD. 

               “Mother.” He says quietly, His hand moving out to wrap itself around her, as if ready to catch her should the news knock her off her feet. “I...” he licks his lip. lilac eye fixed on a point BEHIND her. “I do not think Rhaenyra will accept our terms. Not when she learns of Lucerys’ demise.” 

[formedterror]

i see your name 'andrea' in the pinned post and i literally say ANDRE- I LOVE ANDRE! and smash that follow button

Hehe. LOOK LOOK, I love this! I love you! I love all of you. I am bursting with love as my body attacks itself and falls apart.

[kingmakcr]

⚔️ || @royaltower has requested a starter

HE UNDERSTANDS THE SEVEN. That the Gods work in mysterious ways, and unlike the men who serve they, they all have a sacred duty or reason as to why they do the things they do. Why they uphold certain traditions and tests where others do not. To know the worthy from the false prophets.

AND HE WAS WORTHY. He had proven himself time and time again that he was-- by the sweat upon his brow, by the blood pumping within his veins. Ser Criston Cole had worked his hardest and had clawed through the muddiest of realms just to be able to be someone in Kingslanding. He had made the mistake of falling for the tests once, he will not do so once again.

HOWEVER, HE FEELS THIS IS DIFFERENT. With Rhaenyra, it has been a night of youthful passion muddled by misguided attention. It had been more lust driven than anything else and he had been a fool to not only soil his white cloak, but to offer such an embarrassing proposal as the one he had given on the boat many moons ago. But his queen respects him-- his queen had saved him from damnation.

SO IT IS WITH A HEAVY HEART that he knocks upon her chamber doors. He must not give into this tests-- he had been saved once by the grace of the queen's benevolence and he had walked the earth in search of repentance and had found it in her. She is to be revered, sculpted and molded with the shape of the Mother, and she herself carrying the holiest of truths close to her chest.

AS HE STRIDES INTO HER CHAMBERS, he resists the beauty of her big eyes, the way the sun shone on her light brown curls. "Your Grace," He commences, tucking his arms to his back as if that could secure his hold. "I require a moment of your time. I--" There's a moment where he blindly wants to ask her to run away with him-- to give her everything she as ever deserved-- a loving husband, a life free of stress. His stance hardens. "I am afraid I must resign my duty as your protector. My abilities at maintaining neutrality have been compromised." The back of his neck heats at the implication. He will not disgrace her with his affections-- not the same way the dragon princess and Ser Breakbones had once done. "I... apologize."

[kinslcyer]

Even at his age, as he reads over the scrolls of old. She can’t help but to slip her fingers through his hair before moving to rest her palm along the top of her son’s head. An affectionate pat - as she always had when he was just a boy. Then moves that very hand to his shoulder. “Training went well today I presume?”

@royaltower

though he does not yet take his attention away from the material he had been reading before his mother arrived, an absent-minded hand comes to rest atop the one placed on his shoulder. how content aemond found himself in the presence of her ! he would be fine to sit in silence but he accepts her motion to strike a conversation and peers up at her. 

“ very well. soon enough, it will be i who trains ser criston. “ a smile curves the corners of his mouth upwards. it is only a jest      the knight was a formidable opponent who still had much to teach him. but aemond improved vastly with every session ; wielding a sword had come easy to him. his hand drops to his side and he stands, facing the queen with a small smile. 

“ come watch me train tomorrow, mother. “ while it may be a dull affair, it would bring him great joy to have her witness how much his skill had refined. “ perhaps you’re the good luck i need to finally best ser criston. “

[seeasunset-a]

Wan in my head again just snorted as went ‘see ass sets’

☆ First see a bitch and now it's see ass sets. fbjdbfsd I can't believe him Smh

[itsrainingcucumbers]

His Search Continues! || Closed

@royaltower: x:

"A married woman, cannot marry again unfortunately. I am sure you will find a perfect Lady Cuke someday."

A married woman! How could have made such a faux pas! “My humblest apologies!” The cucumber bowed his head and sighed. “I do hope you are right, perhaps the ladies of your court?”

[itsrainingcucumbers]

Picks up a kitchen sharpening tool by the handle and tapes the cucumber on the head once, "I dub thee LORD CUKE, of HOUSE CUKE." there, this Cucumber is a Lord of Westeros, like an English Lord,... almost.. like an English Cuke, I'd say.

"Yes, perfection. Absolutely what a perfect cucumber like me deserves!" He is indeed full of himself and in this moment, enraptured by the woman before him. "I do believe one as handsome as I belongs by your side as well, to be a good father to your beautiful children. What do you say? We will be magnificent!"