#valyrianvows.

[theirmadness]

@valyrianvows gets hades, king of the underworld.

her grief is palpable in the air. her pain is so raw, he feels it himself. it's an unusual thing, for one so accostumed to death to feel its presence so heavily on a mortal soul. but such is the power of her presence, this little mortal flame that burns brighter than most. she'd been praying, in the dead of night in her chambers, and he could not help but come to her. going against his rules... they are his rules, so he can break them.

“ you mourn so loudly, you have summoned me, ” his voice is surprisingly gentle. he walks toward her, his cool fingers brushing against her chin as he tilts her head to look up at him. “ your sons are resting, child. better they find eternal peace than to suffer in this war of yours. ”

[theirmadness]

@valyrianvows gets poseidon, the earthshaker.

father below, this woman will be the ruin of him and his realm. he would dry up all the seas and crack open the very earth if she so asked him. and yet she stands there, so righteous in her anger. fire made flesh, whereas he is the fury of water. he cannot help the smirk on his lips, the way his sea-green eyes burn with a fascination that borders on obsession. “ i remember the storm that brought you into this world. ”

“ look at you now, σμικρὸν πῦρ. ” his fingers itch to touch her skin—he does not. the restraint it takes is incredible. “ tell me, my lady... what would you have of me? ships? i will provide you the largest fleet known to men. gold? i have enough treasure to overflow every castle on land. tell me what it is you wish for, daenerys targaryen, and it shall be yours. ”

[theirmadness]

daemon targaryen / @valyrianvows. ♡

his eyes could not help themselves. as she stood up and the fabric of her gown shifted, daemon's eyes followed. the dress was beautiful, but her body was the true work of art. who was he if not a man who appreciated beauty? her beauty was the kind men went to war for. the kind they wore songs about. it wasn't just the blood of the dragon, the beauty that came from their descendants of old valyria...

he understood, that she was special. the air shifts as she approaches. the breeze blows in her scent. she smells like soap, spices, and dragonfire. she had been to see her dragons today. he could tell. there was a specific scent dragonriders held. but it was the scent of her flesh that really stood out to him. something truly unique, truly daenerys. daemon's eyes travelled up from her hips and met her own, violet on violet. his eyes burned with a hunger and a devotion that he had not felt in quite some time. without missing a beat, without any hesitation or fear, he stepped into her space, breaking any distance that remained between them.

one of his calloused hands cupped her cheek—the touch was gentle. it was surprising that one such as himself still remembered how to be gentle. but she was one of the few things in life that deserved his gentleness. his fingers brushed against her soft skin, the pad of his thumb pressing against her lower lip as he stared at her like she was the reason the sun rose each morning.

“ i will destroy anything that dares to rise against us, ” he breathed the words quietly in their mother tongue, his other hand coming up to cup the other side of her face. “ i will burn the seven kingdoms. i will burn the lands beyond. i will build an empire that would rival old valyria, and i will lay it at your dainty feet. ” his grip tightens, he brings himself closer to her, his forehead brushing against hers. “ tell me what you wish me to claim in your name, and i will. i will bring you the heads of every traitorous lord that would call himself king of our lands. i will burn any who dare say a bad word about you. i will feed their screaming children to our dragons. ” pulling back just slightly, he tilted her head so she could look into his eyes, to see the depth of his devotion... and that he meant every word.

“ i am your sword. i am your rage. let me bleed for you, my fire. let me rain blood and fire down on our enemies. ”

[theirmadness]

daemon targaryen / @valyrianvows. ♡

only she is capable of bringing him to his knees like this. the power his wife has over him is unlike anything he has ever known—and he has stopped fighting it. after what he had seen their future to be, the fact that the fate of the world depended upon the fruit of their union, he put aside all of his pride. as she took his hands, he felt something sharp in his chest. he thought, for just moment, she would push him away.

she held his hands instead, and daemon let go of one of her hands so he could step into her space, completely obliterating any distance between them as one of his hands cupped the side of her face. he searched her eyes, the emotion in his unsual for him. he wasn't cold, nor detached, but she knew him to be far more controlled than this. his time at harrenhal had changed him. in ways he barely understood. “ i would not survive it, rhaenyra, ” his voice is full of that crazed emotion in his eyes. his grip on her hand, and her face, tighten just enough to make her feel it.

“ for whatever time i have left, i am yours, ” he leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes falling shut. he knew his role was to serve, protect, and eventually, to die. daemon was a warrior. he had made his peace with that a long time ago—but it was clearer than ever he would die for rhaenyra. in her name. he pulled back so he could kiss the crown of her head. “ my queen. my wife. my lover. ”