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Independent and Selective - Daenerys and Rhaenyra Targaryen
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π π’π½πΎππ ππ· . . . the blood of dragons. the grief of daughters. the loneliness of queens. the certainty that the world would remember their flames but never their wounds.
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Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the airΒ and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.
Independent, Active and Selective- Daenerys and Rhaenyra Targaryen (book and show influences)
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HBO's House of the Dragon (2022, United States) Season Two, Episode Seven / Season Three, Episode Three
Matt Smith as King Consort Daemon Targaryen Emma D'Arcy as Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen
rhaenyra targaryen + corlys velaryon β³ house of the dragon 3.03
Little could be done to dissuade Jace once he had his mind set upon something. His determination to act was a direct result of his heritage, for what Targaryen could simply stand idly when there was aught to be done? Until his mother sat upon the throne he would work tirelessly, doing everything within his power to make it so. Even if he could do little else than offer his own counsel. Thus far he had proven himself an excellent asset to his mother, and one day this experience would prove invaluable during his long and tenured reign as king. Jace's anxiety over not doing enough was soothed by the very notion that everything Rhaenyra had ever done was to also secure the throne for her eldest son. He was her legacy, after all.
Jace brightens when his mother finally permits him to join Daemon. He does his best not to look too thrilled at the prospect. His poor mother would be worried sick while he joined the King-Consort upon the field, but she had very little to worry about. With Vermax beside him, Jacaerys was certain that nothing would ever befall him. He reaches for her hands so he might squeeze them lovingly. "You won't be disappointed. One day they'll will write of my bravery, and your worry over me will have been for naught." He says, knowing full well that the Queen would never stop fussing over him. Even now she still picked at him as if he were a child, straightening his cape or moving errant curls of hair out of his face. Jace prayed that she never would never stop doing so.
Daemon had taught the prince plenty in terms of combat, but it wouldn't prove effective until he could implement what he had learned in action. Vermax was young enough that the scales upon his body hadn't hardened enough to repel arrows. But what he lacked in age he made up for in speed and sheer determination. Alongside the Dragonseeds they would make quick work of what little resistance remained in King's Landing, and while he felt no love for Aegon he pitied the pretender for having to contend with so many dragons. His mother would surely have him executed so that her reign could begin uncontested. "I shan't disappoint you." The prince assures his mother, reinvigorated after being told he could join both Rhaenyra and Daemon in the capture of King's Landing. "It feels surreal, does it not? Soon enough all of this will culminate with you taking what is rightfully yours. What will you do then? When you sit upon the throne?"
Rhaenyra knew she would be on her deathbed and still find some reason to fuss over her eldest son. She would do the same to her younger children with Daemon, of course, but there was something sacred about that firstborn son. The first child that made her a mother, the first little hand that curled around her finger, the first baby she ever loved so fiercely.
When she was younger, she didn't understand her fatherβs desire for a son. She didn't understand the weight he placed on heirs, or the way he fussed over her as if the whole realm might swallow her if he looked away for too long. Now, as a mother of sons herself, she understood him completely.
She gave Jacaerys' hands a squeeze in return. In another life, a kinder one, she might've let him fly with Daemon many times by now. He could test himself in small battles, learned where his courage ended and wisdom began, gained the sort of glory young princes so often chased. But that was not the life they were living at the moment, these battles had dire consequences she wouldn't subject him to. Not after Luke.
βI know you will not disappoint me,β she told him softly, and there was no lie in it. βThat has never been my fear.β
Rhaenyra let his hands go after a moment and turned back to the large table, where the map laid half opened still. Her fingers dragged lightly over the painted coast, over the rivers, roads, and lands that were meant to be theirs.
βRestore the balance within the kingdom,β she said in almost dream like way as she looked down at it. βQuiet the houses that have been made bold by treason. See the traitors brought to justice, but not make the realm bleed longer than it must.β Her fingers slowed near Kingβs Landing. βRemind the court that the crown is not a prize to be stolen.β
Then Rhaenyra looked back at Jace, and a knowing smile tugging on her lips.
βAnd perhaps,β she mused, her voice lightening up away from the dreary topic of before, βset a wedding for you and Baela. As a celebration, once this is over.β
Rhaenyra & Daemon
House of the Dragon 3.03 - "Rhaenyra Triumphant"
Rhaenyra needs a like 6 shots and a good nights.
Jorah knew her words were forever kind and an intent of pureness and honesty. Despite all that, his heart was shameless and jumped at the given response which he struggled to recognize as diplomacy and nothing more.
"You must know," He stated calmly. "That the pits will demand your presence. The warriors, whoever they might be, fight for their Queen's honour alone even if they're free now. It is tradition for you to show at every fight and it is something that, at least for now, we cannot change."
Whatever had transpired below them had, most definitely, ended by now. Still Jorah considered it appropriate to keep looming over his queen. To protect her gaze from everything ugly even if she had plenty of men, and dragons, at her disposal to do the same.
"It is a gruesome sight you will have to endure seeing. But, as you've commanded, I will remain by your side to share the view." He took a step forward, daring, before his mind reasoned with him. Jorah stepped back just as fast , creating a respectful distance between them. "I can find someone to be responsible of the pits reopening and then I will find you again, Khaleesi." He suggested as he maintained eye contact with Daenerys; always gentle with her.
There was still so much Daenerys needed to learn about the world and about what it truly meant to be a queen. And without Jorah next to her, offering her advice and guiding her through the world, she wouldn't have made it this far. If she couldnt learn to rule here, then how would she ever hope to rule all of Westeros?
βThank you, Jorah,β Dany replied, lost in thought as she tried to navigate the situation with the grace expected of a queen.
A moment of silence went by before she nodded once. βWe should hold a celebration tonight to announce that the pits are to reopen, but we will also name someone to oversee them.β Her stare shifted to the city beyond him before returning to his face. βPerhaps Daario?β
Her hand reached for his arm and her fingers glided lightly over his skin, the touch feather soft and very brief. She rarely touched him unless she was clinging to him for protection or accepting his hand while dismounting a horse or dragon. This was neither of that but she had no real reason to seeking out his touch.
As the muscle beneath her fingers flexed, and her eyes dropped to it for only a moment as heat threatened to rise into her face, so she turned her head before he could see it or guess at anything she didnt yet understand herself.
βI will be in my chambers awaiting your return,β she told him, pulling her hand away at last. Her voice remained composed. βDo not keep me waiting long.β
RHAENYRA + losing her children
βMay I have this dance?β He tried to catch a glimpse of the dance card as he gave a slight bow and extended his hand with a charming smile. Being new to town and yet already attracting attention was an interesting combination.Β
At the question, Rhaenyra turned to face the man with a somewhat bored expression. All of this pleasant conversation, rules, and the dancing in general bored her. She has endured enough dances to last a lifetime and was already opening her mouth to turn him down, as she did every other man who approached her that evening, when she paused at the sight of him.
He was not known to her, which alone made him all the more interesting than the endless line of boys that her father expected her to entertain.
A brow rose slowly as the corner of her mouth pulled into a crooked grin, and she extended her hand toward him. βYou may,β she said, letting her fingers settle lightly into his. βAs long as you provide me with your name.
why have you come here? (myrcella to dany??)
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON: TEAM BLACK EDITION accepting
Daenerys didn't expect to run into the Kingβs daughter when she slipped into the Red Keep disguised as a servant. It expected guards, suspicious servants, maybe even someone who would look at her too closely. She did not expect Myrcella , and she certainly didn't expect to be recognized with a hood hiding most of her hair.
Her heart was racing like dragon wings, but she forced herself to remain composed. Fear would only give her away, and Daenerys refused to let anyone see that emotion on her face. Still, she couldnt help but to wonder how quickly Myrcella might scream, or how many guards would come running if she did.
βIs it a crime to wish to see Kingβs Landing?β Dany asked. βTo see what was meant to be my birthright before it was stolen from me by your family?β
There was anger in her tnoe words, but also a bit of curiosity too. This was the place Viserys spoke of for most of her life. The place they were supposed to return to⦠and now she was here standing inside it, even if she was dressed as someone who's only duty is to clean the floors
Her pale violet eyes stayed on the other girl as she lowered her voice so no prying ears can hear. βSoβ¦are you going to run off and tell the guards, or are you going to be a proper host and show me around.β
HBO's House of the Dragon (2022, United States) Season Three, Episode Two
Emma D'Arcy as Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen Matt Smith as King Consort Daemon Targaryen
Daemon and Rhaenyra hold hands.
βIt was foolish of him in the first place to try and fight me.β Daemon said but made no move to rid himself of her aid. Be it anyone else, he would have reacted dramatically soβ but his niece was excused in every way and aspect. βHe put dirt on your name instead of holding his tongue.β
As she turned away, he watched her closely. Her hair, the back of her neck where it was visible. Daemon did not call it yearning β never would he β despite his gaze arguing otherwise.
βLook at me.β He ordered rather than requested. βI do not need to look at your face to understand you. I am not my brother. Not your so called friends either.β
He moved his hand towards Rhaenyraβs face. His index finger brushed against her chin first, like a soft caress, then his entire hand settled for gripping. Daemon held her face and urged her to look at him as he spoke again. βPerhaps next time.β Daemon repeated, looked around to assure their privacy, then met her gaze again. βNext time could be tonight. If you find a hoodie small enough for that head.β
Daemon pinched her chin once and released her, settling his back against concrete as if he had not suggested a death sentence to his name. Viserys would conveniently have his head for it, considering he was occupying the time of the kingβs precious daughter.
His demand for her to look at him caused a smirk to appear on her face as she stared down at the bowl of water. She knew then that she had gotten her way, so she turned to face him exactly as she was told.
At his touch, her heart fluttered wildly. Whether it came from the danger of it all or simply from him, she couldn't tell. Perhaps it was from both. Everything about this was daring and a break from the dull routine forced on her each day. Alicent would never do something so reckless with her, and there was no one else in Rhaenyraβs life who would touch her this way or risk their own head just to pull her beyond the castle walls for a night of fun.
A smug look remained on her face as she watched him glance around them, checking that no one could see. Was her brave and daring Uncle afraid? Daemon was never afraid of anything, so this brought her great amusement to consider. Part of her wondered if he truly meant it, though, or if even he might lose his nerve once he remembered what her father, his brother, would do if they were caught.
βI will take a hood from the servantsβ chambers,β she stated when he finally released her chin.
Her fingers worked a the edge of the cloth before she stepped closer again, closing the distance he just placed between them. She pressed the damp cloth against his cheek, continuing to tend to the cut as though they were discussing nothing more dangerous than supper.
βI wish to see a tavern. Drink the ale they serve inside,β she continued, her voice carrying her dreams but came out like with its usual demanding edge. βI want to hear music one can actually dance to instead of something meant to lull the entire court to sleep.β
Rhaenyra tilted her head slightly, her eyes locking on his with a hint of defiance as she dabbed the last bit of blood from his skin. βAnd I want to see everything you think my father has tried so desperately to keep from me.β
GAME OF THRONES S01E01 β "Winter Is Coming"
Her look of admiration was the biggest praise there was to Jorah and a reminder of what he truly fought for. Daenerys was not another mad ruler or one with power to feed his urges of money and greed and easy paths, no. She was working hard and learning to become the best ruler there ever was; one that evidently despised violence and fear and imbalance. Jorah was there to make it happen.
βA compromise, Khaleesi.β He advised after thinking deeply of her concerns. βYou may reopen the pits but manage them differently. I'll manage them for you if I must.β When Jorah saw her grimace at the gorey sight, he stood before her and prevented her from watching more of the brutal bloodshed. It was a protective reaction. βWith you as a ruler, the pits can welcome only those who want to take part in them. There are no masters to force people into this anymore, only you. Their queen.β
Jorahβs hand moved to reach for her arm but he did not proceed with his desire to touch her. He dragged his hand away, settling it back on his hip. Lately, he'd forget himself often β a reckless man he'd become. But, even then, she would never punish him for it. βHow does that sound to you? I will not act on it unless my queen allows it.β Jorah said with unspoken affection etched in his eyes; one that only began and ended with her.
Jorah always seemed to know what she needed, and Daenerys was eternally grateful for that. When he stepped between her and the sight of the men fighting below, she did not object. She only blinked at the sudden change in view from the sight to the armor on his chest before a soft smile touched her lips as she tilted her chin up to gaze at him.
Her life might have been entirely different if he never attended her wedding to Khal Drogo. She may never have learned the ways of the Dothraki without his help through that difficult transition. Jorah was there when everything around her was strange and frightening, and he remained beside her now that she was a queen and no longer a frightened little girl.
βReopen the pits,β she agreed, though her words came out clipped and firm. βBut ensure they understand they are free to fight only if they desire it. It will not be required by law, nor will any man be forced to bleed for anotherβs pleasure.β
A slight crease returned between her brows as she regarded him. His offer to manage the pits was generous, as all his offers to serve her were, but the thought of sending him away from her left an unexpected ache inside.
βCan you find someone else to manage them?β she asked after a moment. βI do not want you away from me.β
DAENERYS TARGARYEN in Game of Thrones β1.02 "The Kingsroad"
he plucks an apple from her hand β expression mildly disapproving with the hint of a grin currently being masked. βΒ when i proposed we run off together and you allowed the word infamy to slip off your tongue β β as he speaks, he closes the distance between them, using the shoulder of her dress to gently rub the apple against, all before bring the fruit to his lips and take the first bite. it is loud and obnoxious β and manners are all but forgotten as he speaks through a mouthful.Β βΒ i never imagined you would stoop so low as to steal apples from a stand. β it may be true that he hadn't warned her of how things would likely work around here in essos. people trade goods and any foreigner could have easily mistaken an unattended stand as free for the taking. βΒ we've yet to establish roots here and already you're wanted as a thief. what am i to do with you, i wonder? shall i turn you in? be free of you? β but even as he spoke, he could no longer hide his smile. there's a playfulness within his eyes, accompanying the grin as he offers the apple. βΒ i propose we try again. we'll head inland, find a profittable city and β¦ we'll make a home. be happy. β or at the veryleast, hope to be.
@valyrianvows , forbbiden romance au.
βStolen?β Rhaenyra was genuinely shocked, she truly didnt know thats wat she done. It was out on a stand, and naturally she assumed it was free for the taking like the ones back home. She reached for the apple, fully intended on taking it back, only to fall short when Criston brought it to his mouth and took a bite first.
βWe brought coins. We can go back and pay for it,β she stumbled out, already glancing in the direction of the stand as though someone might come searching for them at any moment.
Her worry began to ease up when she noticed that he didnβt seem nearly as concerned as she was. The smile he was trying to hide finally showed itself, and Rhaenyraβs expression relaxed with it. She rolled her eyes, pressing her hand against his chest in a playfu shove.
So far it was nice, running away with him. Better than she thought it would be when she would stay up at night imagining it before she finally decided she had enough of feeling trapped beneath the weight of the crown.
Still, doubts followed her even here. Most mornings, she wondered whether she had made the right choice. Whether choosing her own happiness over the throne had been selfish, or whether one day she would wake and regret everything she left behind.
But moments like this quieted those thoughts.
βTurn me in and Iβll tell them you kidnapped me,β she warned, but the smile on her face ruined any attempt at seriousness.
Rhaenyra took the apple from his hand and bit into it herself, watching him as she chewed. The thought of going inland, of finding some city where no one knew her name or expected anything from her, was exciting.
A home built from love rather than duty.
A life that belonged to them instead of the realm.
Her gaze remained on his as she held the apple between them for him to get another bite. "Might as well finish it since I stole it." Rhae laughed a bit, still feeling a tad bad for the action. "I'll follow you anywhere, Ser Criston."
And she meant it. In this strange new life, he knew far more than she did. Essos was unfamiliar to her, and so was living without titles, servants, or anyone waiting for her command. For the first time, being a princess meant very little.
