#༺✹༻ withouthonor ; thread.

[astormofsilk]

@withouthonor liked for a starter~ (roulette wheel picked Joffery off your muses)

They were dragon riders, bound in blood to their mounts and they often reflected each other. At least she and Daemon tended to reflect their mounts, when they were in flight together she could tell what her husband was planning to do just by watching how Caraxes tilted his head or wings. Rhaenyra attributed this to how often they spent time with their dragons, and it was something she was hoping to pass onto her sons.

“Sit here my love.” She patted the seat next to her for her youngest son to join her. In her lap were scale cleaning supplies, borrowed from the pit in her youth and never returned. Tyraxes was growing well, and now he was at the proper size for a true cleaning. Rhaenyra cleaned Syrax herself for the entire span of their lives together and she felt it was the best lesson she would ever pass along when it came to being attuned to their dragons.

Once her son was settled against her, she lifted a file from the supplies. “Our dragons are more than our mounts, if you become close to them they can become a piece of your soul.” Whistling she called for Syrax, the large beast coming forward and resting her head in front of the mother and son. “And the best way to get close to them is with their grooming. I will teach you how to trim claws and shape their horns. Working on their teeth is tricky, but doable if you’re safe and aware of the situation.”

[bcbliophile]

@withouthonor Penelope and Aegon bc I can't make decisions

Penelope was thusly unimpressed by her betrothed and that was saying something because her standards were below ground level at this point. She kept waiting for some redeeming quality, some glimmer that he was more than a drunkard and whoremaunger-- but had yet to be given one. But she knew what was expected of her and so she would smile and keep trying, she doubted it would do any good as he was as uninterested in her as he was most of the court. Even so, she greeted him when she saw him and refrained from telling him he smelled like the gutters when he clearly hadn't slept.

She even went as far as to bring him hangover remedies in the mornings when she knew he hadn't gotten in until late. But nothing seemed to help, as was destined to happen, one day she snapped, maybe it was the vacant stares, or the fact that he never seemed to be sober-- maybe it was the rumors that circulated about the Prince, or perhaps it was the near constant pushing and prodding from the Queen and her father, who could really say. But on this morning, Penelope had finally had enough and she actually grabbed his face and made him look at her "see-- you can make eye contact" the redhead grumbled, holding his gaze. "I know you are unhappy about this match, but we have to find a way to make it work unless you would like for your children to be as unhappy as you and your siblings."

[aegonycrowned]

@withouthonor 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 : “  𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 ,   𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 .  ” — 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏

❛ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 . perhaps we should trade places ; then you shall have more attention than you ever thought possible. ❜

a half-hearted laugh left the newly-crowned king before his lips met the rim of his cup once more. always drinking away his worries . it was truly a wonder his mother and grandfather chosen him to wear the conqueror’s crown. he did not deserve it , but even supposing he did , it still would not be long before he sent the seven kingdoms into ruin. anyone who would say or think otherwise was dumb , blind , or both . yet here aegon was , formally asking for his youngest sibling’s aid in their campaign against rhaenyra and her supporters , defending what some believed to be his birthright.

𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 ? aemond and daeron would both have made better kings than he. maybe that was what he should request of daeron — to install aemond , or take up the iron throne himself , while he finally made his escape to essos.

alas , it would never be that easy.

❛ believe me , baby brother : having the entire world’s eyes on you is nothing to crave , even if it feels good at the start. you can hide well if you know where to go , but the point remains — i need you here . we cannot bring the pretender down without you. this is how you can make a difference , and make a name for yourself. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? ❜

[dracharenae]

༺✹༻ BUT HOW COULD RHAENYS BELIEVE HIM ? ? ? HOW could anyone anymore ? ? ? she searches jon snow's face, for anything to indicate lying, or . . . worse, honesty. honesty got the starks killed. she thinks to the infamous honor upheld by the northern family. it lost eddard stark his head. it lost robb stark his war. and now rhaenys is staring at the last living son of the starks, wondering if it shall be the end of him, as well. ❝ good. i do not want to fight you, jon snow. there is no reason for it . . . least of all after the tragedies your family has faced at the hands of my own. i seek to make amends. ❞ she studies his face for a long moment, quietly mulling over her own thoughts and intentions, before a sharp inhale overtakes her. she hopes she is not making an incredible mistake. ❝ you are the last living son of eddard stark. your watch has ended. now i ask you to take your place in winterfell, to hold the north and fight by my side against our enemies. surely you desire justice for your father, brother, and your sisters. and your talents are wasted here. ❞

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish Starters !

@dracharenae sent : “Everyone thinks they’ll be the ones to defeat me, but no one’s escaped me yet.” // Jon

"i do not want to defeat you, your grace," jon states with a tone of resignation as yet another seemingly wishes to fight with no end in sight. were all nobility like this, and he had merely forgotten that in his time on the wall? his time on the wall and north of it had been relatively short compared to others within the watch, to other lord commanders. my watch has ended, he reminds himself with a soft frown that grows at the edge of his lips. he had given his life to the night's watch and the men who had become his brother and did unspeakable things all to protect them from the others and, they had turned on him. the boy he once was had died, and in its place rose a man already tired of the world and the responsibilities thrust upon him at every turn. what would my lord father think of who i have become? "i have no come to fight you nor anyone else here." had there not been enough fighting already? did she not tire of the fighting or was it only him that longed for an end to it all?

[desireshonour]

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[clutchofmuses]

They are alone in her room. The afternoon sun is streaming through the windows above where Helaena sits, meticulously stabbing her needle and dragging vivid, emerald thread through the fabric. Her hair does its best to curtain her features in spite of the braid holding most of it back. Aegon is just out of her eyesight and his question hangs in the air between them.

"You're pregnant?" @withouthonor repeats, still shocked but his voice has grown more unsure and irritated with the repetition.

Repetition like the in and out of her needle. Repetition like how they lay together; the way Aegon rolled into her. However, that was awkward and uncomfortable at times and the one time he'd hurt her, she'd bit him on his shoulder so hard her mouth had been crimson. Aegon had apologized while cursing the pain and things had gotten better. Mother worried. Grandfather worried, but he worried about more than her. He worried about how many heirs there were and how many dragons everyone had.

He did not see how they'd all be gone in the end. Not like Helaena could see.

"I am. Mother said the midwife is very good. She delivered all of us." The emerald thread makes a soft sound as she pulls it through the fabric. "She's worried about how young I am. She said it's dangerous. Mother is cross about it, just in case she says something." Finally, amethyst eyes lift from her work to look at her brother. Her husband. She loves him even when he smells like wine, and leers at women, because he is her brother and they are only doing what they've been told to do. At least she knows Aegon cares about her in his way.

Not like their sire.

"Do you want to sit down?"

[dracharenae]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR!

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : i am jo ! ! !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : she/her. :3

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : my communication sucks on account of a healthy combination of pre-existing ptsd and adhd and some bwain damage. overall, i'd say discord is my favorite form of communication. it's easy to manage and the layout really works for my adhd. tumblr messenger is fine, but i usually forget about it, ngl, because it's in the upper hand corner and just kinda disappears in my forgetful brain.

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄(𝐒) : rhaenys. i've been meaning to reopen and start writing again on my asoiaf blog zobrietikuni and my general multi-muse blog oraiososta. i am just very busy.

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒? : oh, gosh. so i actually started role-playing in email chats with my friends. we were obsessed with avatar the last airbender, so we started role-playing and writing stories together through emails, because we were all long distance. it was great. and the bug stuck. i fell back formally into role-playing hell in 2015 after i saw the force awakens. oof. i'm old. but rhaenys has been a concept character for me since 2014 and i'd been writing for her for quite sometime, but just solo in my own stories and maladaptive daydreams.

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒? : both, i suppose. i love paragraph long threads engrossed in detail and lore and plotting, but i also enjoy the simplicity of smaller threads. so, both.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒? : both, absolutely both. i love a good plot, but also some of my best relationships and threads formed on this hellsite came from people who just sent me memes.

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄? : it varies. lately i've been doing writing in the midmorning, but that'll change once my job starts.

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : the people, the relationships, building my confidence and becoming a stronger, more social person. i feel like i've seen some growth in my personal life because of this place.

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 : oof. i have so many. there is the obvious, where it's ignoring rules or harassing for thread replies or godmodding or anything along those lines. those annoy me. but i think my biggest rp pet peeve is honestly how mean people can be to each other. we're all here to have fun, and i see so much hate passed through ocs or duplicates or different fcs, etc. we're trying to have fun. let us have fun.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓? : i am a whore for all of it.

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒? : in a lot of ways yes, in a lot of ways no. i like to think rhaenys and i are both empathetic and have a relatively strong drive and moral compass and general family ties. but rhaenys definitely is more ambitious than i am and has a sharper temper. she's also more charming and flirtatious ? ? ? i have no interest in romantic ties in real life, but rhaenys is a very romantic person. i love dogs, but rhaenys doesn't like them. i'm terrified of the ocean and want nothing to do with it, but rhaenys loves it and enjoys the thrill. i love sweet treats, rhaenys does not. rhaenys is an insomniac and i simply cannot relate, i love sleeping and sleep like the dickens. so, yes and know, we're similar but also not much ? ? ?

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : no one. i saw it on the dash and stole it. 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @stormbcrn / @clutchofmuses / @withouthonor / @ironwoven / @azmenka / @west1rosi / @lykosog / @rcsegilded

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 / 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰  ; 31st march , update ; not  including  asks

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                  ( STARTERS OWED FROM STARTER CALLS ; 9 7 6 )

if one is crossed out it has been posted or queued!!    i will try to remember to strikeout as a i go , but i am notoriously forgetful just a pre-heads up.

ERRICK FARMAN

jenny of oldstones ; @bcbliophile 

viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism​ 

abrogail strong ; @pulchramsolis​

(STARTER) asthora marrek ; @plaguefated​

(STARTER) alicent hightower ; @1llunis

BRANDEN STARK

aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​ — two replies

adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir — arranged marriage au

dacey mormont ; @clawsbcared​ — two replies , arranged marriage au

LIA FLOWERS

warrick snow ; @clawsbcared​ 

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​

(STARTER) willas tyrell ; @uncrvwned​​

(STARTER) adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir​​

dacey mormont ; @clawsbcared​

AERON TARGARYEN

aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​ — two replies , coming home au

❀ viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism​ 

❀ aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​

VIK REDWYNE

adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir

❀ viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism

deira martell ; @uncrvwned

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​ , two replies

❀ adelaide malus ; @ladyfaiir​

❀ daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughtcr​​

VIDA WATERS

❀ adelaide malus ; @ladyfaiir​

dorren mormont ; @clawsbcared​

(STARTER) abrogail strong ; @pulchramsolis​

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​​

(STARTER) otto hightower ; @withouthonor​

TIATHIA

deira martell ; @uncrvwned 

lyonella lannister ; @panthcraleo 

(STARTER) rhaenys targaryen ; @dracharenae​

(STARTER) criston cole ; @withouthonor​

(STARTER) asthora marrek ; @plaguefated​

[the-rogue-dragon]

Headcanons For The Sleepy One: 

Repost & Fill In!

Residence: King’s Landing, Pentos, Dragonstone, Asshai (all verses dependants)

Average hours of sleep: On a good night eight, on a bad night sometimes can only have between one or two hours of sleep.

Type of bed: A quite comfortable king sized bed, of dark wood painted in black, with a feather mattress, a canopy with symbols of House Targaryen in red, and white curtains. (in his chambers in the Red Keep.)

Amount of blankets: Dorne's finest cotton sheets, lined with gold thread. Followed by one cover of wool with the symbol of House Targaryen in the center, and fur to add extra warmth during the cold nights.

Amount of pillows: Considering that this is a king sized bed, there are two pillows, however there is a third that Daemon uses for more comfort.

Type of clothing: He sleeps naked when at home.

Do they sleep with company?: That’s verse dependent, but normally he sleeps on his own. If he’s married, however, he sleeps with his partner (unless that person is Rhea Royce)

Do they sleep with plushies?: No since he stopped being a child.

Do they sleep better with company?: That hardly ever depends on company but on his nightmares or dreams. It depends what’s happening in his head.

Does it matter where they sleep?: He has slept in many different places, being the beds of the brothels the most safe place where to find him. He has no issue, also as a warrior he has slept in very uncomfortable places.

Frequent dreams, nightmares?: Daemon has frequents nightmares more than anything else.

What do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: Depends. Sometimes he would sit by the fire to contemplate the issue that’s keeping him awake. Other times he would drink, or go for a ride with Caraxes.

Deep slumber or naps?: Deep slumber when possible, he doesn’t takes naps.

When do they wake up?: Whenever the sun enters by his window.

When do they sleep?: At night, but sleeping could happen at any hour of the night, he doesn’t has a good schedule for this.

What could wake them up?: Nightmares, danger, a lover in need of attention (be this emotional or sexual).

Tagged by: @werspinna​

Tagging: @withouthonor​ @incissam​ @mccndancer​ @notenoughmuses​ @bcbliophile​ @bronzebtch​

[pulchramsolis]

"He will tire of you, like all the others," @withouthonor says, and Abrogail tries to think that her Grace, the Queen, is being kind, meaning to be kind about it.

It still stings. It still hurts. She stabs the needle through the tapestry, carefully tugging the golden thread through the gilded lillies of the design. A shaky breath, an attempt to calm herself and the treason she dances with her next words.

"He won't, your Grace. I cannot believe that." Treason treason treason to speak ill, to contradict, to tell the Queen of the realm that she is wrong. "Aegon loves me. He's told me he loves me. He wouldn't lie to me."

[bcbliophile]

@withouthonor Daemon & Alicent

Alicent somehow felt more free and more tired than she had in a very long time, she hadn't slept since her father disowned her, the Princess had moved her to a new room as her one in her fathers apartment was no longer available to her and over all she had made the move as easy as possible and yet sleep never came. After hours of tossing and turning she dawned a robe and set out for a walk, hoping the air would do her some good.

She had just made it to the courtyard when a noise startled her, nearly making her jump until she saw a familiar form coming back from his rounds. "Your grace" the brunette greeted Daemon with a slight bow of her head, planning to continue on her way. Even in her rebellious state, she knew that the prince was not someone she should be alone with, if for no other reason than her reputation was hanging by a very thin thread these days.

[bronzebtch]

though it is begrudging, rhea cannot help from extending a crumb of respect to the hand.

she, too, after all, had greeted plenty of lords without rising from her desk or looking at them completely until she has deemed that they are fully worthy of their attention. or, she supposes, rather than respect, there is an odd and profound fascination with the act that she had displayed so many times to others being now reflected back to her. and how common, she realises, these sort of mannerisms could come across those of nobleborn when rhea knew, with a heartfelt intensity of any fond memories she held, that not once had her father taught her to behave so dismissively of others. no. yorbert royce was a firm lord when need be, but he was also courteous, and ardent, and warm.

yorbert royce had also not been married off to a spouse who had vehemently reject him. then stood to watch as the same spouse not only wilfully neglect him, but they neglect the duty they have taken an oath to, and had lain disrespect and insults of him whenever the opportunity arise. yorbert royce did not have to take the seat to his ancestral keep, and had had to learn to defend it completely on his own, and without the support he was promised. he had the space to be courteous and ardent and warm. he was not born a woman, plain and simple — and though rhea cannot fault her father for that, all the same, she cannot help from feeling envious whenever she recalled it.

she wonders sometimes if he had ever had an inkling that her marriage was barren and spiteful, and that the house of the dragon have betrayed them, have turned their backs upon their oath, or had he died in ignorant bliss — sincerely believing that his daughter was well, and she will be kept safe under a targaryen's protection, and that their family line will continue to prosper ? rhea does not know. not all wonderings help; not all wonderings provide one with comfort. and so she doesn't. not much, not anymore.

❝ i suppose that is where we differ, my lord. i care not what my husband disrespects me with regardless of time or place. i have taken worse insults at his tongue. surely a lord as distinguished as you, who have seen many in your time servicing the court, and with far more experience than i, would know to give him as much attention as one would to the boy who cried wolf. ❞ direct, sharp, and short enough of a cuss or a mocking tone that it will not be considered impolite. though one cannot disagree: rhea royce does not mince her words.

❝ i seek you, lord hand, for i wonder if my letter regarding runestone's request for the crown's aid to support my mission in uniting most of the mountain tribesmen have been reviewed. ❞

" lady rhea, " he greeted with the slightest dip of his head, a sign of respect though he made no move to rise from his desk nor look at her directly. the lady of runestone remained an extension of her lord husband, no matter the state of their relationship and how often the prince referred to her as he did. they were too much of the same for otto to set aside his grievances with the rogue prince with the rare dealings with his estranged wife. the truth of the matter was that the lord hand would rather not deal with either of them and if he had his way, daemon would stay permanently in the vale where he could not cause trouble within the court. but viserys' weakness for his brother had allowed his return to court and his continuous misbehaviours.

why do you let him rile you so? he ignores her mention of prince daemon's offer at the council meeting. a matter, he would not lash out at her as he did the prince, as he held no ill will or hate towards daemon's lady wife, no matter his feelings for the rogue prince. " is there a reason you have sought me out, lady rhea? " he implored, tapping the excess ink off his quill before he set it to the side. he could not imagine she had sought him out to offer herself to him, nor would he accept such an offer from her or the wastrel she called a husband. he remained the hand of the king, no matter how daemon targaryen treated or envisioned him.

" your husband seeks only to paint me in a bad light before the king, a farce we have long grown used to in his time on the council. he disrespects us both by speaking such things before the king and council. "

[clutchofmuses]

CLUTCHOFMUSES. highly selective, indie, and private multimuse blog. muses are primarily from A Song of Ice and Fire/Fire & Blood, including Helaena Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Sara Norrey/Snow, Jaehaera Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Alys Karstark, Queen Guinevere, and original characters.

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[withouthonor-a]

# withouthonor . a selective & low activity multi-muse with muses from the house of the dragon, a song of ice and fire, the last kingdom and more! oc and crossover friendly. written by vic ( she / they , 21 , gmt+1 ).

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[dracharenae]

✹   —   THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE fury felt by rhaenys targaryen, as her future was laid out before her. for a moment it had been paralyzing, her violet eyes flickering to search for any sense of humor within it. she had laughed, as if this would spur the quip forward. no such luck. the news was straightforward and devastatingly sharp, such as an executioner's sword. she would wed aegon targaryen. a joke. an absurd, ludicrous, baffling joke, yet it has come to fruition. yet how could it be ? ? ? she need only think of the contempt shared between brothers, daemon and viserys . . . of queen alicent who would undoubtedly fight for her son to be wedded to anyone else other than the rogue prince's daughter. yet here they stand. no amount of rage could be properly expressed to reflect how she felt within, to be damned to these circumstances. to be wedded to the very prince whose existence contests that of rhaenyra targaryen, her stepmother, cousin, and future queen. then there was aegon, viserys' first son . . . a contender for the throne. and an utter tomcat, to put mildly. rhaenys finds herself faced in absolutely damning dangerous circumstances. and also embarrassment.

embarrassment on both sides, she expects. she is the daughter of a second son, a princess whose bloodline is half-dornish. aegon, second to his older sister, and a known rake, drunkard, and fool. her blood boils even considering wedding him, and it reflects shamelessly across her face. at the very least, he shares her sentiments. gods be good, there shall be agreement to be found in these horrid arrangements, she finds herself thinking. " good. i would not welcome you to my bed, anyway, " rhaenys retaliates. " i will never step into our wedding chamber, you may have it along with any other woman, or women, you so desire - have them all, keep to your devices however you so choose. and i shall keep to mine. " her arms fold stubbornly across her chest, for a moment pleased to have, at least, this understanding spoken plainly between them. but it does not change how frustrating it all is. " and in the event i do have a child, it will not be yours. nor do i care if you attempt to claim it as yours or otherwise. i shall have bastards, same as our dear rhaenyra, and without all of those farces or lies or fibs. and let us both be content in our own respective miseries, in what little happiness we can find separately from each other. "

@dracharenae sent ; ❝ I would rather die than marry the likes of you. ❞ // aegon x.

"we have that in common, it seems," aegon answered with a snort. surely this was the gods' punishment for his blatant refusal to marry helaena, for his near-constant whoring and drinking his responsibilities away, for whatever else he had done that was seen as a sin in the eyes of the seven. such cruel gods they were as they placed such temptations before him and expected him not to bite, to take all he could and more. "yet we shall be married regardless, so very thoughtful of our parents, is it not?" he jested, the barest hint of a smile forming on his lips as he spoke though he was far from amused. there would be no amount of protesting possible on his end that would convince his mother or the king to put off this betrothal in search of someone else. seven hells, he would marry helaena before he would marry the rogue prince's daughter, and that was saying something.

a marriage nor a wife would change him; he would continue drinking his way towards an early grave and finding his way to the whores on the street of silk. for too long, these things had been a part of him to set them aside for someone he could not find it within himself to care for. "let me make it known now, they may marry us, and you may become my wife in name, but i will not consummate this union between us. ever."

[dracharenae]

✹ —   DUTY, SUCH A DAMNABLE WORD. RHAENYS HAD spent quite a bit of time with that word, its meaning forced down her throat at every turn . . . her blood runs cold as she recounts the look in daemon's eyes when the beloved king, her uncle, announced his plans to betroth rhaenys to his second son. a damnable glee, it was the best way to describe it. at last, rhaenys had thought, daemon would be rid of her. no longer would his dornish shame reside under his roof, alongside his daughters of laena velaryon, beside his sons with rhaenyra. he could be rid of her. thus he made no protest . . . no fuss, no care. but rhaenys expected no less from her father, so all her attentions were set to the king. she had knelt before his frail frame, had begged him to rethink his intentions. but viserys had only smiled, his thin, withering skin crinkling around his mouth, and he had reminded her he had not loved his aemma when he first wed her . . . rhaenys had asked, then, if he had ever grown to love his new queen - by that logic. the king did not reply. his smile died, as did his mood to negotiate the matter.

there is no negotiating, however. aemond is right, and she finds herself all the more infuriated for it. slowly, her violet eyes, hued by anger and contempt, raise to find aemond's. her gaze is honest, not bothering to disguise her disdain. " your beloved father will hear no plea from me . . . and my own father is simply glad to be rid of me. if anything, i think he takes great satisfaction in my being your problem now, " she says, her voice wrought with ice. " yet it is not my displeasure alone, my prince. it is just as much yours. after all, i am not the targaryen princess you wished to marry. "

@dracharenae sent ; ❝ They are deciding your life for you! How can you simply accept it?! ❞ // aemond x.

"it is my duty, our duty." it was expected of him as a prince of the realm to marry whoever was commanded of him, and since aemond was a child, he knew nothing else. i would perform my duty. if only mother had betrothed us; he remembered these words spoken to his brother years ago as if they had been said yesterday, but there had been no sister for aemond as there had been for aegon, leaving his mother to look elsewhere for his betrothal. to the rogue prince's daughter, a match highly favoured by his father and equally detested by his mother and grandsire; however, the king seemed to have a way of getting what he wanted despite so many being against him. "if you are so against our marriage, speak of it to your father or the king, for the king has no cares on my opinions on the matter of our marriage." nor about helaena and aegon's marriage, a thing that seemed to rival their parent's marriage in terms of unhappiness.

"perhaps your displeasure for our betrothal will be worth more than mine," he sneered, lips pulling up into a cruel smirk. he would not; aemond knew the old king was too intent on healing the wounds between their families to see how he only drove the knife deeper instead. the old man was nothing more than a fool, and he had blinded himself to it while everyone else watched on in dismay. "be my guest if you wish to try, but we shall end up on the altar together regardless of how you plead."