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"not even my dearest sister gives me a shoulder to cry on." he jutted out his lower lip in a mocking pout before his expression turned surprisingly serious. "you will find better than some frumpy man that is not even half of whatever lower title he may possess. if father's pick for you is not to your liking then he can become accidentally acquainted with my beloved poison mouth before the two of you leave the country." his dragon was very loyal and after the hardships in romance he knew his sister had endured, daeron was willing to do for his sister what he would not do for himself. he may not present as the brightest son but he recognized that whoever his father chose to be his betrothed would be of great political influence in some way regardless of looks. that was something he could use for his own scheming and he would make sure his father would come to regret it.

daella had heard her cat hiss before she realized her brother had entered her rooms, turning her head she watched daeron plop himself on her bed while she covered the bit of parchment she had been writing on under a book. daella was sat at her table with aelys lounging at her feet on the stone floor, dāria had at least had the decency to announce the intrusion, unlike daeron. " and mother says i'm prone to dramatics, " she rolled her eyes, " if you're looking for sympathy you've come to the wrong place, brother. you'll at least get to stay in king's landing while i'm shipped off to gods know where with some horribly boring lord or king's brother who will never inherit a title or lands. " ever since her father's announcement, the princess had been having strange dreams that told her otherwise, but she could not shake the feeling that she was betraying ellys with this betrothal.

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"He takes after me," Daeron boasted half jokingly. As arrogant as he could be, he had come to have more respect for his dragon than he had for any other living creature. Poison Mouth was more than a simple pet, he knew he would never find a more loyal companion even if he lived a hundred lifetimes. "We should introduce them. I'm sure they would be fast friends." He held his hand out for the flask as he turned back to his cousin. "In the mean time, should we go for a ride?"

Jaehaerys took the flask from his cousin, before taking a sip from it. He watched the interaction between the two with a smile on his face, only those bonded to a dragon truly knew what that felt like, how deep that bond truly ran. "Yes, he has grown quite a lot, looking beautiful and strong." He said with a nod of his head. "Brightfyre is bigger than the last time you saw him as well." He said, taking another sip from the flask. They were terrifying creatures to outsiders, but Jaehaerys only felt admiration and respect whenever he was in their presence.

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of course, the high king would never let one of his precious daughters go alone to a hunting ground without a trace of protection. after the coronation, many eyes were set on the royal family and the king was being extra cautious with every move he himself and his children made. "you know i will always be one step behind you, your royal highness." kuroshiro was once her sworn sword so his tone held a note of teasing that only she would recognize. their familiarity was treasured to him and he was every bit a sworn protector as he had come to be her friend.

it  had  been  years  since  she  visited  the  kingswood,  be  it  for  a  somewhat  leisurely  ride  through  the  dense  forests  or  on  a  hunting  trip  whenever  the  huntsmen  caught  wind  of  an  imperial  stag,  but  in  lieu  of  spearfishing  on  the  seas  with  naereus  diving  in  and  out  of  the  water,  threatening  to  upend  the  boat,  aelinor  had  decided  to  saddle  up  her  horse  for  a  hunt  after  the  news  of  six  new  betrothals  had  set  the  red  keep  abuzz  with  excitement.  (  she  needed  to  kill  something  and,  if  not  her  father,  she  would  have  to  settle  for  one  of  the  boars  that  kept  terrorizing  the  villages  near  the  kingswood.  )  what  she  had  not  expected  was  to  turn  her  private  ride  through  the  forests  into  a  hunting  party  as  more  and  more  people  heard  of  her  plans  and  began  to  prepare  themselves  ─  glancing  around  at  the  lollygaggers  and  gossips  with  a  faint  look  of  disgust,  she  turned  to  one  of  the  few  that  seemed  ready  to  leave.  ❝  i  am  riding  out.  you  may  either  keep  up  and  join  me,  or  stay  behind  with  these  laggards.  ❞  with  a  nudge  to  the  sides  of  her  horse,  aelinor  began  to  trot  out  of  the  stables  and  towards  the  gate  that  led  to  the  woods.  

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@ludics // for arina !

dual-wielding swords sliced through the air with greater precision than any surgeon known to the land. kuroshiro was practicing breath control and precision during his rare moment of free time. the kingsguard always had to be on high alert for any threats to the royal family but it was his turn to take a breath while his fellow knights upheld their duty. he was still using the time to train but he felt it was the only time his mind became completely quiet and lacked any burdensome weight. his sharp gaze flickered to the snap of a twig just outside of the small but empty field he had claimed. " is someone there ? " he questioned out loud as he relaxed his stance.

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@moonfcll // for wylla !

after taking a swig from his flask, he passed it back to one of the men who was accompanying him along kingsroad. they had been coming from the road of silk but they had only been sightseeing. if word got back to his father that he was indulging in brothels on the tail end of his betrothal announcement he would be in for a thunderous lecture. the prince wanted to have fun with his friends but he had no intention of gaining his father's attention. distracted by his company, the prince stumbled into a feminine figure. "my apologies, we may be enjoying ourselves too much." the prince was still laughing, completely distracted as he gave a lackluster apology.

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@iksidaorvali // for anyone !

daeron had been gathering information about his newly betrothed since the announcement. he had yet to meet her and that was intentional on his part. maybe hers as well but his ego would never allow him to believe that. being ever the romantic, he envisioned he would be more excited for this announcement. the gossip had told him she was a lady equally as beautiful as she was wild. the description intrigued him but a heavy sigh left his lips as he sat alone in a large field, absentmindedly tracing the scales of his beloved dragon. "if things should go wrong, i'm afraid you're not allowed to eat her, my dear friend." he spoke aloud to the dragon amusing himself until the nearby snapping of a twig signaled that he was no longer alone. "you may come out. he does not bite unless i say so," he assured.

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Accepting the flask, he finished his first drink before pouring a generous amount of the offered liquid into his cup. Kuroshiro was not greedy but he had a feeling the other would consider it rude if he did not take some advantage of his generosity. He passed it back before taking a sip of his new drink, releasing a pleased sigh after it hit his tongue and settled into his belly the way only fine liquor could. "A dear friend you are," he responded, expressing his thankfulness. "Unless you come from the north it is unlikely we have ever crossed paths before," he assured. "I am Kuroshiro, an honored member of the Kingsguard, and formerly known as Lord Bolton of Dreadfort."

The hesitation was not missed, and as Olavyn awaited the other's response, he wondered just what it was that caused the young man to hold back from immediate acceptance. Perhaps he was simply sane for not accepting a drink from a stranger. But lucky for the man, Olavyn was not up to any funny business. Much to Olavyn's approval, the other seemed welcoming to the drink. A bright smile spread once more and the prince's fingers were quick to open the flask and pass it over to the other. "Generous in many ways, my new friend," he mused, giving a nod for the other to enjoy the drink. "Take as much of it as you need. I came well stocked in preparation for filling my belly nightly." Dramatically, he gave his stomach a pat before looking the man over once more. "Forgive my manners--I do not recall meeting before."

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@crownsofsorrow // for Daella

an exaggerated sigh left his lips as he plopped himself down on his sister's bed. daeron had barged into her chambers without any consideration because his needs always had to come first even among his closest siblings. "it will be just my bad fortune that father is going to pick out the ugliest of suitors to be my future betrothed." his habit of letting a pretty face lead him into trouble would be enough motivation for their father to do as he feared.

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@targaerea / @maevekarstark // for anyone !

"please do not shout," he spoke with an unearned tone of authority. daeron had spent the entirety of his father's coronation drinking himself into oblivion and now that the festivities were over, he was paying the price. he held his aching head in his hands, regretting his very existence in that moment.

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@drxcxryss // for Jaehaerys

The young prince passed over his half empty flask to his cousin as he spread his arms wide open to greet his beloved dragon. The enormous creature gently pushed its muzzle into his master's chest before sitting back on its haunches, staring expectantly between the two men. "The last you saw poison mouth, he was barely the size of a horse. Look at him now !" He boasted as he turned his back to the imposing creature. If he had not grown up with the dragon, Daeron was the kind of man to feint from fright at the sight of such a terrifying creature let alone one as gigantic as poison mouth.

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Kuroshiro did agree that it was a day to be celebrated. A strong leader, a brave soldier was being crowned today and he hoped to learn much under his rule. It was a great honor to be a part of the King's Guard and it meant he was one of the best fighters in the region but that did not mean he was above having at least one vice of his own. That vice happened to be exactly what this man was offering, he hoped, and he vaguely felt like a starving peasant being led to a feast. "Yes, of all days it would be a great rudeness to not make merriment on one like this." His gaze fell to the flask, hesitating for a moment longer before he finally put his desire into words. "Are you a generous man?" He asked in a way that would have seemed much more serious if it were not for the ghost of a smile gracing his lips. "I do believe my tastes would agree with yours in that regard."

Olavyn knew he was perhaps a bit too social sometimes--too forward with his advances. And it did not suprise the prince that the other seemed a bit startled by such a thing. But the Dornishman did not let it sour his mood, smile remaining wide and friendly as his hand gave the other a light pat on the shoulder before dropping to his side. "Ah, but this is a time for celebration, is it not?" Though his tone was joyful, there was an underlying curiosity. Perhaps this man was just as disgruntled by the crowning of a high king as he was? "If it's the alcohol souring your mood, might I suggest Dornish Red. Between you and I--" He cut off, removing a flask filled with his much preferred drink of choice from within his silken robes. "I have been indulging myself in it. Much more...palatable."

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. ✧ . * . ⌜ nicholas galitzine, 24, cis male, he/him   /   young and beautiful by lana del rey  +   the subtle hiss of a snake that is heard but not seen, mocking whispers that are relentless enough to cause madness, and an appetite that will never be sated  ⌟ high greetings to DAERON JACAERYS VELARYON, the PRINCE of WESTEROS, also known as THE FANGLESS FOX, THE DRAGON'S PET. though they can be a bit SPOILED &SELFISH, those closest to them will tell you they’re AMBITIOUS & INTELLIGENT. perhaps that’s why they’ve placed their loyalties with HOUSE VELARYON. and are IN FAVOR OF the coronation of a high king. may the gods have mercy on their soul.

stats.

name: daeron jacaerys velaryon

monikers: the fangless fox, the dragon's pet

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: pansexual

age: 24

notable features: a scar under his left eye, striking purple eyes, and a stripe of snow white hair against dark brown locks

bio.

(i'm going to flesh this out more but for now this is a messy rough draft of bullet points)

the first born of velaryon triplets, some would say he pushed his sisters out of the way to achieve that fact

he is as spoiled and entitled as any prince can be

he's entitled enough to believe that he is the man that is truly deserving of the crown (even tho he has no battle prowess to speak of) above his father and even his elder brother

he is only supportive of his father's coronation so that he can more easily steal the most powerful crown for himself

while he is useless in hand to hand combat and barely skilled with a sword, his keen mind for strategy and politics still makes him a threat that cannot be ignored

despite that, he can be charming but is still known as a weakling among his fellow royals who are trained in combat

the only reason he does not have more challengers is because of the imposing and protective figure of his dragon

he had an egg placed with him as a baby and it hatched soon after he turned one but had little interest in the young prince

he stayed distant from his dragon until he was nearing his eighth birthday

an accident happened involving his dragon, and daeron had a feeling he would be doing himself a disservice if he did not save his dragon no matter how disloyal the creature had previously been

the act of saving the creatures life indebted it to him and also earned him the scar that is still visible under his left eye, it is also likely that it is the only act of bravery in service of another that he will show in his entire life

since then his dragon has acted as a bodyguard to him and is severely protective of the selfish prince in a way that most people do not understand when they first meet him

his dragon is known as poison mouth (partly due to a mix of emerald green and dark black scales) and is one of the largest if not the largest known dragon (some joke the dragon's size matches the prince's ego), so he is rarely seen side by side with the prince but it is well known he is never more than a whistle away

surprisingly, or maybe not, is a less talked about rumor that the prince is known to fall head over heels for any pretty face but that is a dangerous trait since his father is know to strike down the lovers of his children he does not approve of

more tba...

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His limbs relaxed as he realized it was the young prince. A man who Kuroshiro knew was capable of protecting himself and others so he was not a figure he needed to keep too close an eye on. "I understand, your highness. Would you like an escort?" Kuroshiro had to ask since the man was still a prince no matter how capable. If something were to happen to the other man and a knight was one of the last people to know his whereabouts that knight would lose more than just their title. It was his job to be a watchful and reliable eye no matter the circumstances.

His father is now the High King of Westeros - daeron had done his part, he had stood by the family while the crown was placed on the man's head. He didn't feel like he should have to join in the festivities; all in all, he thought this whole thing a terrible idea. he can't shake it, but something about it just doesn't sit well with him. It's been two years since the ending of the thing that comes at night, but still, his guard hasn't rested; more a soldier than a prince. he hopes to slip out unnoticed, though the young prince with platinum hair and the eyepatch is quite the striking figure; his pace is quick, and realizes that he is walking right toward one of his father's kingsguard. "The queen is caught up speaking with one of the ladies from the reach, she won't notice if I slip away. if she does ask, I'm currently showing house stark around the royal gardens."

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Kuroshiro felt his free hand ghost over the handle of his blade, ready to challenge anything that would disrupt the festivities but he quickly realized it was unnecessary. The politics of royalty, including his own lineage, meant very little to Kuro but he recognized the carefree attitude of a man that was in line for a crown of some kind. "Yes, silent call," he repeated, openly analyzing the other man for any subtle tells he might betray. "I'm afraid that I'm not known to be the best company to indulge with," he admitted openly, remaining stiff under his friendly touch. "You might soon feel the urge to answer another call." He appreciated the man's antics for what they were but he doubted that he could fulfill the entertainment quota he was searching for. One cup of booze had to be Kuro's limit after all.

Despite Olavyn's inner discomfort over the crowning of this high king, nothing would keep the Crown Prince of Sunspear from having a good time. Parties and celebrations were his expertise, after all. Alas, after speaking with so many and growing bored of their conversations, the prince had sought out a new target for his entertainment--and he found that target when his eyes scanned the crowd and locked on another in the distance. With a goblet freshly filled to the brim with alcohol, the prince sauntered through the crowd, already grinning wide as he approached the other. "Oh yes--quite seriously wrong," he began, tipping his head slightly to the side as he gave his head a gentle shake of disappointment. "The problem is--you're drinking alone." Olavyn feigned a look of horror, free hand pressed to his chest dramatically before he let out a loud laugh. "It only seemed you needed company and I so kindly answered your silent call." His revelation was met with a friendly hand resting atop the other's shoulder.

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kuroshiro was keeping a watchful gaze over the festivities, trying to enjoy the atmosphere without letting himself become distracted. his gaze fell on a young woman when she spoke to him and he pondered over her sweet sentiment for a moment. "it is," he agreed simply, trying to find more words. the knight was not a man of poetry or a man of simple conversation, apparently. "what do you enjoy most about the festivities?" he asked, figuring it was safer than trying to offer his own opinion.

violet couldn't help but revel in the excitement of the day. it seemed odd to be so excited in these moments right before the high king was crowned. she was perhaps more hopeful than she should be but the princess was an optimist at heart. smiling she turned to the person standing next to her, " it's lovely in here, is it not? " a smile spread across her features.

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The itch to enjoy the free-flowing drinks kept pressing at the back of his mind as his eyes scanned over the crowd. The people were merry and no danger was in sight but as a member of the king's guard, he knew his duty always came before his own enjoyment. One drink would not dull his senses but it was better to practice abstinence during such an important event. He was honored to be serving during a time of a new king's coronation, it would be a day to remember, after all. His gaze focused on a figure that was quickly approaching him. "Is something wrong?" He questioned, every muscle in his body tense and ready for an unseen threat.

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. ✧ . * . ⌜ mackenyu, 25, cis male, he/him   /   the summoning by sleep token  +   a weapon coated red with blood, dripping sweat from endless hours of training, and devotion so bright it is blinding ⌟ high greetings to KUROSHIRO BOLTON, the LORD of DREADFORT, also known as THE DARK BLADE. though they can be a bit STOIC &SECRETIVE, those closest to them will tell you they’re LOYAL & AMBITIOUS. perhaps that’s why they’ve placed their loyalties with HOUSE VELYARON. and are IN FAVOR OF the coronation of a high king. may the gods have mercy on their soul.

BIO.

kuroshiro was raised on war stories of a creature without a name. they were all tales of madness and blood that should have scared a child who was barely old enough to understand them but instead, he was fascinated.

as the youngest son of the bolton house, he was naturally raised to be desensitized to an abnormal amount of carnage and hostility. he learned of his family's grotesque reputation in the north but that did not make their family bonds any less strong. some might refer to them as barbarians but they were not as heartless as the rumors made them seem.

as the war against the creature raged and the head of the bolton house did his best to carve out their name amongst the ongoing battles, kuroshiro spent as much time as he could training his own body. he knew he would never be head of the family without a great tragedy befalling his older brother and he had no interest in taking his place if such an event should happen. he had no great mind for leadership or politics, he simply wanted to feel the weight of a weapon in his hands that would ensure he could protect whomever or whatever he chose to tie his loyalties to.

kuroshiro took every opportunity he was afforded to prove his skills and gain experience as a warrior. he had a body count higher than men twice his age before he reached adulthood. it earned him the title of the dark blade of the bolton house. he made his family proud but it was not enough for him.

during his teen years, he had secretly trained under a lowborn man who was more well-traveled than anyone he had ever met. the man was also secretive and never told kuroshiro why he chose to take on a young lord as a pupil. thanks to him he was able to learn a variety of styles of swordsmanship.

before he had the opportunity to learn more about his mysterious teacher, he suddenly disappeared and an entire year passed before kuroshiro learned of his fate. the man had been involved in a battle against the thing that comes in the night and while his body survived, his mind did not. kuroshiro visited him only once after the incident and he could not bare to see the once strong man in such a state knowing it had no cure. he showed him the greatest mercy he could think of but it created a heavy and permanent weight on his shoulders.

when the war was finally nearing its end he was eager to know what kind of man it would take to defeat the nameless creature that had become an embodiment of hell itself in westeros. just as he earned the title of knight of the king's guard, he finally got his answer when the creature was defeated greatly in part due to the efforts of daemon velaryon. it is too late for him to face the creature himself but kuroshiro is looking forward to serving under a strong and worthy king.