a semi - plotted thing for @theyounglion !!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒. sitting atop the throne as though phantom fingers are bound to iron. only, the figure that haunts a hundred swords now is not the one of the mad king but his daughter ––– platinum braids adorning her crown whilst amethysts unleash a storm upon the very spot he had been slain. crimson curdles at the steps, as though the blade that belonged to jaime lannister had only just been driven through her fathers back. fire and blood rests upon reptilian tongue, lilacs laced with malice and pride all in the same instance, though hues are torn asunder by the doors that open, shackles singing a melody as they echo into the throne room. it is ghostly, deadly even.
digits curve around arm rests, gripping onto the cold that her father had left behind and hues rain upon him. before a word can be spoken, he is forced to cobblestone floor by greyworm, clothes tainted by the stains of blood and war. many a story had found her ears of what would happen to the kingslayer when the dragons returned, though they were merely that ... stories. whispers of hatred and vengeance stirred into the mind of a little girl by the crippled heart of her brother, who had both been condemned to a lifetime of shelter at the treasonous acts of the man who now knelt before her ( not by choice, but by force ). a heavy sigh makes its escape past petals, filling the throne room with dragon smoke as she finds the strength to look him in the eyes, as if to search for even a slither of regret beneath lions claws. ❝ ––– had viserys found himself upon the iron throne with two dragons, you would already be ashes. ❞