CLOSED STARTER ━━ in the stone halls of the red keep as the prince makes his way to the great council, a home now dyed a deeper colour: that of a mother's blood. for princess rhaella targaryen @drcgonblooded
"mandia¹," she lapses to high valyrian, the tongue of their most ancient fore-bearers, as if this small act might bring them closer. as though she might cut through the belly of language to slip inside and find the womb they had lost. visaera's hand takes rhaella's jaw, that curve of bone so purposefully carved by the gods ⸺ so dutifully an echo of their mother. her forehead comes to rest on the swell of her sister's until they are pressed together, an image refracted. "aeryn is naejot se council sir. aderī mirre se dārion kessa gīmigon zȳha sȳz muña iksis morghe. īlva muña²."