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@zmeczeni
this is a low activity & kinda low effort/minilamistic multi-fandom multi muse, mostly for characters that are underused by the fandoms and/or requested by my friends and rp partners. this blog is a sideblog to @lwiamatka and the same rules apply to it. ada // she&her // 25.
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@zmeczeni sent: ( ◕‿◕✿) (BABY AEMON)
Rhaenys couldn't help but smile softly as she watched Aemon but the flower crown very ceremoniously on her head. She imagined Baela must have helped him with it as his four-year-old fingers would've fumbled at trying to weave the flowers together. Pulling her son into her lap, she kissed the top of his curly head.
"What am I queen of now, my precious?"
he thinks long and hard. what can his mama be the queen of? in his childish still mind, she is the queen of everything. he mowls over it for a bit, biting his lower lip, a finger playing with his own curl. and suddenly... a thought! he jolts in his mother's lap, and turns to face her. " queen of the sea! " he announces.
Rhaenys wanted to reach out to take Baela's hands, but instead instinct instilled by what she had lived through caused her to shrink away instead on reflex. An act that brought on a murmured, "I'm sorry."
Up close, her granddaughter would be able to see the princess' face had grown gaunt and pale from depravation of sunlight among other things. Her clothes were tattered and torn in placed by evident manhandling. Closer inspection would find bruises on her wrists and neck
Rhaenys managed a hollow smile at Baela's reassurances, thinking she would be the one reassuring her granddaughter. What a broken sight she must be indeed. "Believe me, dear girl," she said softly, "getting out is much harder than you might think. With no one on our side and without our dragons..." It had been a hard lesson for the princess to learn.
baela's eyes open wide with sadness when her grandmother who previously so eagerly offered up her hands to be held, now withdrew them from her. once more, all she could think of was - what terrible things did the princess have to go through, to hurt her so terribly. but she pulled back then too. afraid that maybe her grandmother was in physical pain, as well, that would be amplified by her touch.
" there has to be a way. " she responded, wilful and headstrong like her dear departed lady mother, standing up from her knees to look around. if they could only get to the dragon pit... who woudl stop them, if they took meleys and moondancer, other than the usurper or his brother themselves?
" we... we all thought they had killed you. that you refused to bend the knee. grandsire... he was devastated. i've never seen him like this. "
But the princess was not killed and instead imprisoned in this place that she was certain would make the Seven Hells seem inviting. Rhaenys didn't know how long she had been down there, she had stopped counting the days, but it felt like years. Surely this was where she was meant to die, one way or another.
When the door to the cell had first opened, she had flinched, expecting the approach of the gaelors. Instead, they had thrown someone else in to join her in her misery. For a moment, Rhaenys just frowned, unsure and wary of why they would have done such a thing. Then her new cellmate turned her face so the princess could see her.
"Baela," she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse, as stunned as the granddaughter she thought she would never see again. "What are you doing here?"
the girl had to blink away the tears at the sight. the sight of her grandmother who had always been the very image of grace and dignity. she stumbles to her feet to approach the woman, falling to her knees next to her, hand holding on to hers desperately, as if to make sure the woman was real, and not just a figment of her imagination.
" grandmother..! it's you, it is really you... " she says, as if to reassure herself. they have all thought her gone, they have all mourned her, and to know that all this time she was being a prisoner, and tortured, and... gods, baela did not even want to think what else.
" i flew moondancer and fell into a trap... " she said quietly, feeling ashamed that she had allowed herself to be taken alive. she should have thought until her last breath. but then... she wouldn't have found rhaenys. " no matter. we will get you out of here. i will get you out of here. " she promised.
@ofvalyriansteel, plotted.
the door opens with an echoing slam, sounds of a scuffle bouncing off the walls of the dungeon, as baela feebly struggled against the two men holding her by the arms. " let go of me! i'm prince daemon's daughter! " she demanded, but they were unmoved like stones. orders were given, and they had to follow.
with a huff she was thrown to the ground of the cell, the door closed behind her. and at first, she did not even realise she was not alone. " bastards. " she cursed under her breath. if only moondancer was bigger, she could have escaped... slowly, her eyes got used to the darkness and at last, she noticed the other person with him she as sentenced to that horrid fate.
her eyes widened, and she almost had to brush them with her hands to make sure that they were not playing a trick on her. the princess rhaenys had been announced dead, killed for her defiance against the new king... " grandmother..? " she asked, sheepishly, in disbelief.
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON || 1.08 || The Lord of the Tides Eve Best as RHAENYS TARGARYEN Bethany Antonia as BAELA TARGARYEN
i am once again thinking about kore vs persephone and the fact kore means ‘young girl’ and i am really leaning towards the fact kore was never her actual name, but more of a term of affection/pet name demeter would give her.
i accidentally conjoured a wild jacaerys velaryon muse in my mind??
someone stop me from adding old lady vhagar.
rhaena for rhaenys, @ofvalyriansteel
usually, her sister’s presence was enough. they were sun and moon, always together, inseparable. but that night, the dream truly frightened her, in a way even baela sleeping next to her. sniffles and sounds of small feet on cold stones echo through driftmark castle as she heads towards her grandmother’s bedroom. a single knock, and then the head of messy curls peaks in. “ grandma..? “ a small, shy voice, barely a whisper. “ grandma... please wake up. “
the more i think about laena and daemon the sadder i get because like i feel like for laena eve since she was born, corlys and rhaenys were like the absolute epitome of true love and what a real couple should be like and how people should love each other and i feel like the longer their marriage was the more laena realised daemon would never be with her how her father was with her mother
nvm lea seydoux won my heart.
might just settle on freya mavor for viserra.
adda for zelda, @moresaints.
“ i didn’t ask for this! “ bitterness ad anger in her voice, the beast princess snarls, taking a single step forward. doctors warn of a possible return of the curse, and in that moment, she looks almost-almost there.
i need a fc for viserra i briefly considered atj but like. everyone uses her.
ofvalyriansteel, mother.
@zmeczeni sent: [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [from laena]
The war for control of the Stepstones had lasted longer than either Corlys or Daemon had thought. Rhaenys, far from a sworn soldier, had of course been free to take Meleys and leave whenever it suited her. Still, she had not felt it right to abandon her husband cousin, especially when matters were increasingly not in their favor. So the princess had buckled down and continued to fight, no matter how often her mind and heart strayed back home to Driftmark and her children.
It wasn't until the Crabfeeder had finally been defeated after four long years, and it was just left to the men to sort out who was in control of what, that Rhaenys left for High Tide. She did not send word in advance of her arrival, wanting to surprise Laena and Laenor, but it was hard to achieve stealth when arriving on dragonback. The Red Queen had clearly been sighted in the sky from afar, as by the time the princess landed in the courtyard, her daughter was already there to greet her.
"Laena," Rhaenys sighed upon dismounting, embracing the girl. No, she realized as she pulled back after a few minutes and took a better look at her daughter. Not a girl, but a young woman now. "Dear gods, the sight of you so grown. I am almost afraid to see your brother."
delighted squeal leaves her lips once the dragon lands safely. letters were simply not enough, never enough. to see her mother's face... laena's heart sang with joy as she ran into the embrace. tight, warm, loving.
" mother... i worried for you so much. and for father, too. i am so glad to see you in good health. the news of your victory have reached us already. " her face radiant with joy, she wraps an arm around her mother’s, able to only imagine how weary the princess must be, after four long years of being away from home, of battle and fire and blood.
“ laenor will be just as happy to see you as i am. “ she assures. and while there are so many questions in her mind and at the end of her tongue, cuiosity and excitement and dread with equal measure, to hear the stories of battles both epic and dreadful, she holds them back. for now. until her mother fully recovers, after which the damn will break loose.
this blog is finally (mostly) ready to be written on so. like for a small starter, please try to specify muse!
