#zobriesdaria

[anogarseperzys]

@zobriesdaria gets a starter.

it's always been hard to receive that look. and yet , he can't help but notice how often his beloved daughter makes him think of his late mother. of so many souls who have since left his life feeling cold and dark. yet rhaenyra , the last light left in his life ... drifted further and further away from him. there's a pause , the two sizing one another up , or perhaps more likely ... simply the king waiting to see if she will recede. when she does not , there's an almost tired sigh from the king. ' have you nothing to say? does this not bring us a step closer in resolving what as placed so much distance between you and i? between you and alicent? '

[advitameternal]

starter  for  @zobriesdaria

Dragonstone.   She  had  never  travelled  before,  never  left  the  comfort  of  her  home.  The  air  smelled  of  salt  and  smoke,  and  the  distant  roar  of  dragons  echoed  in  the  distance,  reminding  her  of  how  far  from  the  North  she  truly  was.  This  place  felt  foreign,  so  unlike  everything  she  had  ever  known,  and  she  already  missed  the  snow-laden  hills  of  Winterfell.  And  yet,  she  had  chosen  to  be  here.  For  Jacaerys.  He  chose  her,  defied  everything  for  her,  and  the  least  she  could  do  was  follow  him.  Now  she  had  to  face  the  consequences.  Fidgeting  with  her  hands,  she  looked  at  the  rightful  queen.   What  would  Rhaenyra  think  of  her?  Would  she  hate  her  for  taking  her  son,  her  heir,  down  a  path  so  different  from  the  one  planned  for  him?  Sara  was  not  usually  one  to  be  afraid,  but  this  was  different. 

❝   Your  Grace,  ❞  she  began,  releasing  a  deep  breath,  ❝   Thank  you  for  receiving  me.  I  —   it  is  an  honor  to  make  your  acquaintance.  Dragonstone  is  impressive.  ❞

Sara  straightened,  the  uncertainty  in  her  heart  beating  furiously  but  tempered  by  the  love  she  had  for  Jace.  Her  new  husband  often  spoke  of  the  love  his  mother  had  for  him,  and  she  hoped  that  this  love  they  both  shared  for  him  would  bring  them  close.

[korziona]

@zobriesdaria liked for a starter

"Your Grace," Rhaenys greeted her visitor in surprise, struggling to sit up in the presence of the queen. The handmaid who was also present rushed over to help the princess, although that only resulted in a bark of pain from Rhaenys that she tried to suppress. At last the maid resorted to simply fluffing up the pillows before helping Rhaenys rest back down. "Forgive me for lying down in your presence," she said to Rhaenyra, ruefully and not a little wryly, "but it seems my body is more traitor than I."

[jacaeryse]

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

ʜᴜʀᴛ / ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ [ x ] ᴏᴘᴇɴ / ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

Had he? If he had gone in Lucerys' stead and sent his younger brother to secure the Eyrie and Winterfell, he would still be alive. Jacaerys had done his best to remain stoic, when he greeted the queen he informed her of the work he had accomplished in her name. Cregan Stark had sworn his allegiance, offering 2000 men, and would later send more men once preparations for winter were complete. He couldn't even finish his sentence before his voice began to crack. Rhaenyra had approached him then, folding him into her arms while he wept. He hadn't cried like this since he was a child, clinging to his mother's skirts and burying his face against them. Now he was much taller, able to drench her shoulders in tears that felt as if they were unending. In that moment they were neither queen of the realm nor the crown prince, they were mother and son mourning the loss of a son and brother. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." His voice was ragged with grief as he took a step back, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "If...If I had been there instead." Jace whimpers, lower lip trembling. But there was nothing he could do for Lucerys was lost to them both.

[crgnstrk]

@zobriesdaria asked ; “I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

the hour has long since grown late, hour of ghosts passing into hour of the owl, and much of the activity that would fill dragonstone's halls during the daylight has been paused. the halls falling quiet, save for those few who have duties even into the night. the warden of the north finds sleep evading him in this place. he doesn't know if it's the unfamiliarity of its walls or the distance that lies between him and winterfell. he left the north as well cared for as he had been able to but he should be little use to them were some unforeseen situation to arise now. by the time a raven might reach him, any dire circumstances would likely have reaped their consequences on his people.

it is these restless thoughts that compel his feet to carry him through the stone passageways, entire happenstance that he falls upon the queen's presence. his head bows slightly towards her, a murmur of my queen accompanying the action.

"i'd not have expected to find you here still, your grace. your candles are burning low." he remarks, gaze travelling away from rhaenyra for a moment to take in the rest of the room with its scrolls and texts that line the walls from top to bottom. it's only her reply that brings his focus back towards her, a half smile forming on lips for only a second.

"i have spent many a sleepless night since inheriting my lordship. i don't have much authority to suggest you should rest, but i do know i don't often find solutions to my problems this late into the night, my queen."

[meledarys]

[ SHOULDER ] — hugging receiver from behind, sender kisses the back of receiver’s shoulder, lingering with their face pressed against receiver’s back - before bed have this

the touch was not an unwelcomed one. fire crackling as the fireplace lit up daemon’s face- feeling rhaenyra’s arms wrapping around his waist from behind. the action made the prince hum softly, violet hues crinkling as idle hands rested above her own. “ naejot skoros gaomagon nyke enkagon se pleasure, ñuha prūmia? “ [ to what do i owe the pleasure, my heart? ] daemon’s voice low as he felt the kiss to his shoulder- head tilting to look back at the queen.

his thumb caressed gently against the back of rhaenyra’s hand, the touch surprisingly gentle as his full attention was now on his wife. “ iksā bē late . . “ [ you are up late . . ] daemon shifted in the woman’s hold, body craning as he faced her fully- much like caraxes, in a way. hands move up to rest gently against cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin under his palms as they locked eyes.

“ ao should sagon isse bed, ñuha dāria. “ [ you should be in bed, my queen. ] his voice hummed, head tilted gently as violet eyes scanned rhaenyra’s own features. “ resting. “

the word emphasized as it rolled off the prince’s tongue, one hand dropped to rest against her waist- tsk’ing gently as he leaned forward. forehead rested against her own as daemon leaned down towards her, eyes shutting gently for just a moment. it had been a long day, but . . he was glad to have some company, no matter what anyone else would say.

[warringdragons]

SHORT ANGST SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting

@zobriesdaria: ❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜ - for daemon

War had been inevitable. Daemon had known it was coming for years. Rhaenyra's ascension to the throne was always going to be met with some level of contention, and with the Hightowers having Viserys under their thumb and control of Kings Landing for the past few years, it was always going to be war. And with war came death. But still, young Lucerys death had been a terrible shock to them all.

Daemon reached out and took Rhanyras hand, holding it tight in his own. He wished he could take this pain from her but knew that he could not, but what he could do was ensure that she got justice. “Lucerys will be avenged. The Greens will rue the day they stole your throne. I swear to you.”