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VHAGARRYDER - feat. Aemond Targaryen from HBO's House of the Dragon. Selective 18+ Multiverse Blog established in August 2024. Flown by Lulu (30+)
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Nymeria watches him and sighs softly, "I apologize. I have never been the best at speaking that is what being locked away at home with no companions does. No one wanted to be friends with the strange girl not even the kennel master's daughters. Everyone thought I was contagious with the things I saw. Northerners are far more superstitious or so I have been told."
She smiles a little, "You have your dragon though. I suppose if you really felt trapped you could just take flight and never come back. It would be highly improper of course and everyone would be upset. Still it must lift a certain weight off your shoulders to at least have the option.
Her comments on proper decorum had him smirk. He always tended to be on the fringe of what was considered right and wrong... much to his mothers ire.
"True." He said, thinking of Vhagar... the old beast.
"What do you think of the capitol then?" He asked, moving to stand, extending a long, lean arm to help her to her feet. Sentries would be coming soon to see where the young prince went off to. He would like to avoid them if he could.
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Nymeria nods at his question, "This is my first time leaving the North or- well home in general. I wander a lot in the woods around our home but that is usually the farthest I have traveled. Until now of course."
It was clearly not going well she listened to the party as her hands slowly stopped shaking so much. She presses her hands together tight trying to still them fully. "My father has tried to host we have a beautiful home but most people find me... unsettling."
The visions of death and mutterings of prophecy were enough to make most anyone run away screaming. Northerners were so superstitious the last thing anyone wanted was to talk to her. Her father thought this could be a fresh start but she had no idea how to talk to anyone by this point so it feels like a lost cause.
"Do they let you travel or are you stuck here?"
Stuck? The word again caused a panic in him. To be stuck, to not be aloud to leave? To not have that freedom? He understood quite well that this was common for most, if not all who lived around him but to be one of them? To not be able to take to the skies?
"In a manner of speaking." He chose to reply.
It was true he could escape to the heavens but to leave Kings Landing? To travel to another kingdom, to see the lands beyond the red keep? This was forbidden...
Thinya looked at Aemond and nodded at his words. As he offered her his arm, the woman wrapped hers around his and smiled. "Then let's tell the ton."
Walking back to the ball made her slightly nervous. She knew that her parents would be thrilled at the idea of having their daughter betrothed to someone. She took a deep breath and entered the room, noticing all the couples dancing and the festive ambiance inside. As she scanned the environment, Thinya took a deep breathe.
"My parents are over there.." She said, spotting her parents who were talking with other nobles.
He was sure this plan of his would work. After all, why wouldnt it? She was a beautiful woman, he was a man with a title, importance? There was no way this could not work.
If everything went according to his plan, both him and Thinya would escape the pressures of the ton for the season. She could go back to her life after and he could return home and once again prove to his mother that he 'tried', but no woman could ever hold his attentions long enough for him to get on one knee.
"Shall we?" He asked, peering down at her with his one good eye, a smirk pulling at his lips.
This was perfect.
When she confirmed that she was, at the very least, presentable, Anne tried to ignore his hesitation. Perhaps it wasn’t her appearance that caught him off guard as much as it was her presence. Surely, he had arrived to the estate with the assumption that he would need to put on a show for Lady Olivia. Being faced with the family’s hired companion instead woild be enough to set anyone off kilter.
“Mister Targaryen, is it?” She offered a smile, practiced yet warm. Her years in servitude had proved to make her a near expert when it came to wearing a friendly facade, even in the presence of the coldest of hearts. And while this guest seemed rather aloof, Anne couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t as icy as some of the men she’d been around in the past.
“Forgive me for not introducing myself. I’m Anne Wynter, I serve as companion to the countess. Normally, I’m not in charge of welcoming guests, but I couldn’t have you freeze to death on the doorstep.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, hoping that word of her horrid attempt at welcoming in a guest didn’t find its way back to the countess. Anne didn’t have any real interest in taking up the position, but she certainly didn’t wish to be barred from ever greeting another visitor. “That is to say, I hope you’ll forgive my inexperience when it comes to greeting guests at the door.”
He listened to her speak and found himself clenching his jaw. Her voice sounded like fucking bells ringing. Why was he so enraptured with this girl? She was a servant girl from the looks of her and after her explanation, a 'companion'? Yes, she must be the help, a fact that would cause his brother to snicker and laugh but to him? He didnt seem to care in the least.
"Anne." He finally spoke, tasting her name on his tone. Gentle, soft, easy. He firmed up his reaction once more, his powerful countenance back in place. He would need to watch himself around this Anne, she could bring him nothing but trouble.
"Very kind, thank you." He added, his own voice sounding distance and chipped as it left his lips. Perhaps a bit too curt...
He entered the home of his betrothed and now more than ever, found himself regretting everything.
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"So boring me to death is your plan? Oh that is just... well not the best plan. I will stand here as long as I need to while you think of some more interesting way to torture information out of me than that." Baela says with an amused smile. She was prepared for a lot she could handle most things or so she had decided. Nothing would break her she would lltell him nothing she would do nothing she wanted. She would die before she bent to his will.
She thought that until he dropped that eye. As she stares down at what is no doubt the last remaining piece of Moondancer. She feels an awful pit in her stomach. Her dragon is dead and her mother's dragon had done it. The one that raised her dragon it made her sick. She should be upset but alls he can feel is deeply distraught and angry so angry. "You and your damn eye. "
Suddenly she launches herself at the bars makes them shake as she looks at him with a look that will rival Daemon in anger. "Your obsession with your eye will not even hold a candle to what I take from you next. I will tear you apart piece by fucking piece until you are begging me to kill you. How many pieces do you think we could let you live without? Your hands, a leg, an ear, your cock? I will take you apart piece by piece letting you heal between let you live with nothing but loss and misery for the rest of your days."
She was feral.
He didnt move as she threw herself against the bars and spat her venom. He watched her with a keen interest as she came undone. Her dragon dead, her father off fighting a pointless war and her husband? No, they were not married yet to the best of his knowledge, also in the throws of battle.
But Baela? Alone. Here. His smirk only grew.
Let her know what it is like to be completely powerless.
"It will be a fun game to find out." He replied with a laugh as he turned on his heel and strode out of the dungeon. Let the cunt rot.
Sylvina looks up at him with an amused smile. She is trying to get a read on him to see how serious he is. He has such a serious look on his face so she would take this seriously. She had wandered around the halls a bit and would really try to hide in some of the places she had been to.
"Well let the games begin." She says with a smile. She turns picking up the bottom of her dress just enough that she can run faster. She turns a hall she tries to move with lighter step so he will not hear her. As she moves through the halls she leaves a door or two open a crack to throw him off before finding one of the service halls to wander around.
He watched her run off, his smirk growing. He liked games. More so he liked games he knew he could win. He knew these halls like the back of his hand and this little mouse just ran into his trap.
He gave her a few moments before he began the chase. Hall after hall, door after door he stalked, taking his time until he walked down a hall where a few doors were cracked. Smart mouse.
"My lady..." He crooned, making a note to open one door slowly. All the while knowing she wasnt behind it but wanted her to feel the rush of knowing she was about to be caught.
"My father never even let me travel to Winterfell when they would hold grand events which I am certain are nothing compared to this. Yet he throws me to the wolves here and thinks I will flourish. The logic behind that is... dreadful. We mostly keep our doors closed at the Wolf's Den it is a miracle I can even talk to another human being who I have not known all my life." Nymeria admits with a smile.
She is overwhelmed and she hates it there's too many people and she just wants to be home. This was a terrible idea to be brought somewhere with so many people. Even worse than that though being asked to socialize with them? A travesty.
"Well it is your nameday and you are a Prince... I really do not think I could tell you no even if I wanted to." She says before cracking a tired smile. "I am Nymeria by the way. Nymeria Ashwood."
"Exactly." He said with a grin. He was the prince...
"Nymeria." He tasted her name on his tongue. A pretty name. An uncommon one.
After a pause, he looked over to the girl next to him. Her words puzzled him. For someone of her age, it was uncommon to have her so sheltered. Was it due to her illness? Had she really never left home... ever?
"Have you really never left?" He finally asked, needing to understand.
He flew the skies at his beck and call. The earth beneath him no longer holding him captive. The concept of being rooted and stuck was unique.
The offer was quite tempting: if they were to pretend they were betrothed to each other, they would both be less expected to find a match by the end of the season. Both could attend social events, make an appearance and pretend before giving each other their well deserved space. Her green hues lit up with hope.
"If.. I understand you right.." Thinya started before adding: "You want us to pretend that we found our match? That all of this is a masquerade so we then are left alone by the rest of the ton?" She started thinking. It could be risky but the offer was quite tempting.
After a few seconds being quiet, Thinya nodded. "I am in." She looked back at him and offered him a gentle smile. "What could go wrong? We both know each other's wishes and I do find this quite interesting."
He could see her working out what he was requesting, proposing. A nerve ran though him at the thought of her denying him. He had been hounded for weeks by the ton and if he was honest, he really didnt want to bare the rest of the season without someone by his side to curb their apetite.
When she finally agreed, he let out his breath, relief washing over him. A plan. A solid plan and if they both played their parts right, then they would both benefit from each others affetions.
"Very well." He said with a smirk, moving to offer his arm.
"Then lets tell the ton."
“Sir?” She had stepped aside, gesturing him to come inside, but when he hesitated to step forward, Anne panicked. He seemed caught by something, some thought weighing him down. Anne’s hands rose to her head. Did she have something in her hair? Did she have crumbs on her face? She knew snacking on those biscuits hadn’t been a wise decision, but she knew she’d need sustenance if she were to entertain for who knew how long.
As nonchalantly as possible, she brushed at her mouth and flattened out the skirts of her dress to make sure she was presentable. Her employer wasn’t likely to fire her over looking frumpy or out of sorts, but it wasn’t something she wanted to be either way.
“I-I can show you to the drawing room, sir, if you’d like to wait there. The warmth from the hearth is surely preferable to the air outside.” Her lips tugged into a wider smile, trying her best to seem welcoming and friendly--and trying to hide the panic rising in her chest. She didn't have any idea how long it would take for the lady of the house nor the matriarch to wake up. It could be hours and Anne didn't know how anyone, let alone a poor governess, could entertain a stranger for hours. "I apologize for the inconvenience. The family is usually quite punctual, so this isn't a common occurrence."
He was brought back to the moment before him when he saw the woman begin t move and check for her appearance. Letting out a huff, his signature smirk crossed his lips. She was fussing over her appearance and little did she knew that it was her appearance that drew him, not offended him.
When she brushed her lips, he sucked in a breath. Beautiful, full lips. Rose in color... How he had the desire to run his own finger tips over them, to taste them.
When she spoke, he heard bells... fucking bells. "Most kind of you." He finally spoke, though he worked hard to keep his face neutral.
Once inside, the warmth of the home invaded him sending a small shiver though his spine. Though he couldnt be certain if it was the company or the hearth warming him.
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