#ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ - Lysandra Strong
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@sparedson continued from here
blue hues fix on lavender ones and lysandra cocks a challenging brow. the touch of his fingertips sends shivers down her spine and she swallows dryly, trying hard not to allow her eyes to flutter shut when his thumb brushes over her bottom lip, teasing, challenging her back. instead, she keeps her gaze fixed on him and inhales sharply, trying to clear her mind from where it is wandering. "whatever distraction you can offer, princeling." even though she has amassed more respect and an oddly attachment to him lately, she refuses to call him by his proper title. aemond holds enough arrogance in that well built body of his, he doesn't need her to flatter his ego further. "i am a simple girl. i can be pleased quite easily, as you should know." her smirk grows wicked and she winks. he, above all people, knows that she is anything but simple and definitely not easy to please.
#ᴛʜ�� sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )#<3
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Lyssa wasn't necessarily afraid of death, not after witnessing it so many times throughout life, but she still preferred her head attached to her neck, so her body was tense while she waited for the King to consider her words. There was not even a hint of recognition in his gaze, or the familiarity they had shared as children. It bothered Lyssa more than it should have, but she swallowed down the feeling. He lived, was that not most important? At least one of her brother's secret sons had survived the war and got to reshape the seven kingdoms as ruler. As much as they had lost during the dance of dragons, Rhaenyra's bloodline would live on. After Jace his heirs would follow, or one of his little brothers. They would have children and a future, unlike so many others. She hoped that wherever the Queen had gone after this life, she would find peace knowing that though she could not save all of her children, some would benefit from what she had fought for. "Thank you, your Grace", Lysandra said and bowed to the King. "I wish to stay at the Keep. It is my home." As much as it used to be his, once upon a time. "Do you wish for me to bend the knee to you? Swear fealty?"
Jacaerys could not argue against the woman's words, he knew not everyone in the Red Keep was guilty of treachery against his family, although he looked for traitors everywhere. Especially now as he claimed the throne, creatures of the Greens would emerge from the woodwork and shadows desperate to tear down what was trying to be built. Jace also knew much of this was his own paranoia. But how could he not be paranoid? After the last several years of backstabbings and deaths. On both sides. In truth he was tired, he was so tired...
Jace took a breath and sat back in his chair, his demeanor seeming to soften a bit, as he nodded slowly, "I understand not...everyone here is an enemy." He cleared his throat, "you are pardoned, Lady Strong. You may go as you wish, or stay in the Keep."
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )
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@xx--ofmanythoughts--xx continued from here
Had the babe not been in her arms, Lyssa would have jumped when Rhaenyra's voice sounded from the door, startled by her sudden appearance. Given that she was holding Joffrey, however, her heart only stuttered in her chest for a brief second, before she calmed again. Even though she was so far away from the Keep, being here put her on edge. She was not entirely sure what was expected of her, what to expect herself and she hoped her brother would not find her here. But she had grown up around the princess and knew she was to be trusted. Otherwise her honorable brother would not have loved her for so many years. His judgement was something Lyssa would always be able to rely on, because it had been almost immaculate. If only he hadn't trusted his own brother...
"No, I am the youngest in the family, so I have no experience with babes", she told Rhaenyra honestly, because she did not. Rhaenyra's older boys were almost her own age and she had never been close enough to the other side of the royal family to interact with the children Helaena had born. So this was really the first time she got to hold one, though it didn't seem too hard. Joffrey had fallen into a light slumber, one eye not entirely closed yet, but her tale of woe seemed to have been dull enough to bore him to sleep.
When Rhaenyra inquired about her tear stained face, Lyssa averted her gaze. It seemed that the princess was finally ready to discover all of the things that were wrong with her, but though the girl trusted her, it wasn't so easy to speak of things she had kept hidden for years. "I miss my brother", she said with a shrug, starting with the easiest of the questions. That at least was something she could admit to, without being to vulnerable. Harwin had been a great man and his loss was a heavy one. "And my father. Though mostly Harwin. I spent more time with him. Father was very busy." So had been her brother and she hadn't spent exactly that much time with him either, given he had sneaked to see the princess at every opportunity. Yet, given that Lyssa was not much older than his own children, she had always been under his protection more like a daughter than sister. "But people die. Sadly never the right ones."
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )#i changed it to a new thread bc of the new editor
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Winterfell. Never has Lysandra dared to imagine that she would one day venture up to the North and escape the prison the Red Keep has become to her in the past years. Larys has intended this to be another prison for her, but he has vastly underestimated his younger sister recently and put too much faith in her loyalty to him, which is absolutely none. Lysandra sees all of what is unfolding as an opening to disappear and she will use it, one way or another. The heavy gates to the city are slowly opened and even though she is frozen stiff atop her horse, Lyssa watches in awe. She has barely ever traveled in her life at all. At two years of age she left Harrenhal when her father was appointed hand to the King and from that day onward the Keep was her home. As a little girl she wanted to see the world, explore and discover everything that was out there. None of it has played out the way she expected it to, but at least she is here now, many day rides away from her brother’s chains. Even without a nudge on her part, the stallion she sits upon begins to move after the others of her group, who have safely accompanied her on the journey. Minutes later, one of the knights attempts to help her off the steed, but Lyssa is too distracted to notice his hand and dismounts on her own, blue eyes scanning the surrounding area and people watching her arrival. A man steps forward, cloaked in furs and more appropriately dressed for the freezing temperatures that Lyssa has not expected. Is she supposed to curtsy? Sometimes she wished someone had taught her etiquette better, instead of letting her run wild at court. Since she is unsure, she just smiles as warmly as she can, given how stiff and cold she feels. “My Lord, I am Lysandra Strong, here to meet Lord Cregan Stark”, she tells the man before he has introduced himself, not considering that HE might be Cregan. Sometimes she truly speaks before she thinks.
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@sapphireeyedprince said ❝i need a mug of the darkest, bitterest coffee i can find. or maybe a real punch to the jaw.❞ (which ever muse you feel!)
Lysandra cocked a brow at the princeling, arms slowly crossing in front of her chest. "You should not tempt me", she spoke after a moment of careful consideration. "You have a very punchable face, but alas, the Queen would not take kindly to me kissing your sharp jawline with my knuckles, I suppose. But I am also not a servant, so help yourself to coffee, your Grace." She should have been friendlier to the prince, should have served him his coffee and treated him with more respect, but Lyssa was not a fan of the ruling monarchy. She lived at the Keep, because Larys forced her to and she played his games of intrigues and lies, but in truth she just wanted to get out of all of this. Aemond was much more pleasant than his drunkard brother, but he had taken her nephew's life and Lyssa would not forgive or forget that. If Harwin was still alive, he'd have strung him up by his neck. It made her feel guilty to live under one roof with the people who had committed those crimes and yet not avenging him or his son. What a lousy sister and aunt she was. Granted, she had never officially been told about the boys' parentage, given she had been a little girl back then, but rumors had been undeniable. Pushing the can of coffee across the table towards Aemond, Lyssa took this as her sign to leave the breakfast table, unsure why he had chosen to come in here and not sit with the rest of the royals. Sometimes Helaena broke her fast with the other Ladies in the smaller hall, but the rest of the family liked to keep itself secluded from the other nobles at court.
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The unsteady flicker of candlelight tinted the room golden in the middle of the night and the silence of the sleeping castle was interrupted by suppressed giggles, when Lysandra tried to stick her cold toes under Abby’s legs to warm then and she evoked a squeal from her older sister. It was long past her bed time, but Larys had left the Keep for a couple of days, which left the sisters to their own devices - which they both sincerely appreciated. Lysandra immediately had made herself at home in her sister’s chambers, letting her know that her affair with one of the princelings was on hold for the time being. She didn’t get to decide what to do with her time usually, so she wanted to spend every minute of it with Abby, before their brother returned and tightened the leash again.
“As I was saying”, the younger of the two continued after her laughing fit. “I made you something. For the babe. It’s going to be a girl, I have decided and she will love me very much”, Lyssa spoke softly and tried to find the pocket of her night dress under the blanket, in which she had stored her little gift. It was a little black cat that she had made from felt during the nights she could not sleep and once she had fished it out from her pocket, she handed it over to her sister. “I made it small. Baby hands are very small, I have come to notice. But strong. Joffrey ripped some of my hair out the other day.” Neither one of them had ever been officially told that the children of the princess were their brother’s, but Lyssa knew a Strong when she saw one. Now her nephews were soon going to depart the Keep and she’d miss them, just like she missed Harwin and father. “I like black cats the most.”
@pulchramsolis gets a semi plotted starter
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“And who are you?” Lysandra crossed her arms in front of her chest, mustering the woman she had just encountered. She had not expected to meet anyone here and even though it was not forbidden to be around this time of the day, it struck her as odd. The woman also struck her as odd, mainly because of how she dressed. The airy dress and flowers woven into her hair did not match the styles the Ladies at court sported and even though Lysandra was not fond of those either, she was not sure if this was how commoners usually dressed, or if she was just out of her depth because her idea of fashion was a lot more practical than that of most women of higher birth.
@bcbliophile asked for a starter
#ᴍʏ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ - Lysandra Strong#this is vague bc i had no idea how you put Jenny in the HotD world ;D
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@sparedson said: "do not leave me. swear you will not leave me." ( for helaena or lys mayhaps )
Lysandra turns to face Aemond, brows furrowing into a frown. "Careful, princeling. I might start thinking you're getting attached to me", she says with a slightly wicked grin, drawing closer to him. Neither one of them has ever openly committed to anything, least of all her, who is still coming to terms with the fact that she is fraternising with the enemy. Nonetheless, she shrugs a shoulder, features softening slightly. "I will not swear anything, but I dare say that I am currently very content being here, so there is no reason to leave. I hear Harrenhal is very drafty and wet, which wouldn't be good for my hair. It is in my best interest to remain where I am and that happens to be where you are as well, so..."
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#she will not say it but he has grown on her#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )
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Years had flown by like weeks and Lyssa could barely remember her old life at the capital. Dragonstone had become a safe haven and home to her in the time that had followed their departure from King's Landing. The older boys and Lyssa were still the best of friends and as one little boy after another came into the world, she tended to them as much as she had Joffrey. The now middle child had grown up to be a wild force to be reckoned with and Lyssa liked to believe that her brother Harwin had been exactly like this as a boy. Ferocious, wild, loud and with a big heart. She had never known him at that age, or as a child at all, and she now knew she would never truly know him at all, because he had died while she had been a girl and it dawned on her that adults were never their true selves in front of children. She would never know the kind of man he had been, nor her father, but she got to watch his secret sons grow up into young adults he would have been proud of. And even though she was not their blood openly, they all treated her like family.
Strands of her waist long hair were tossed around by the sea breeze in the courtyard, as she tried to wrestle Joffrey and Viserys back inside. Little Aegon was a sombre child, eager to please and most often quiet, but the other two littles were hard to tame. Looking up when the princess approached, Lysandra returned the smile, but could tell that something was amiss by the tension in her demeanour. In the years passed here at the castle, Rhaenyra had changed significantly, especially since she wedded her uncle - a union Lyssa still found tasteless, but the Targaryens had queer customs. Princess Helaena had been wedded to her own brother, after all, so she would not question the marriage between niece and uncle.
To hear that the royal family had been summoned to the capital and she was to come with them, was the last thing Lyssa had expected or wanted. She still loathed that place and the idea of seeing her weasel of a brother again made her sick to her stomach. She had been able to forget her life there, because she lived so far removed from it now, but the memories still festered under the surface. But Lyssa had no choice other than to wear a brave face and agree, because she owed the princess. "Of course, princess. Shall I pack for the children, then?" Even though she was not their nurse maid, Lysandra had always taken care of them, except the oldest two were her age and could take care of themselves nowadays. "Will you go by dragon?"
The Princess’ mind had been somewhere else as of late. Her father’s health was growing increasingly worse and the pressure to be the next heir to the throne was beginning to weigh on her. The rumors being spread about her sons being bastards was becoming more common. And as she knew the truth of who their father was; it did not matter … the King had declared her children not bastards, but it did not matter…even the nephew of Corlys Velaryon was helping the tales to be spread. Rhaenyra knew who the author was of these rumors…her closest friend Alicent.
And now her greatest enemy. The woman had listened to her father for far too long and her own decline mentally was causing her to believe that Viserys wanted Aegon on the throne, disregarding the edict of King Jaehaerys.
A soft sigh fell from her lips as she suddenly saw one of her sons run across her path, a smile appeared on her lips before her movement stopped by the young woman who had arrived a young girl stood in front of her. “It is all right, my dear. I see Joffrey has the energy of many dragons.” Her words coated with a jovial tone as the laughter of her youngest son echoed bouncing off the stone walls of Dragonstone. “I dare say, he is quite feral, and a wild one compared to the others,” she laughed.
It had been some time since the two had really spoken and Nyra had allowed the girl to grow to trust and to feel secure with the family. She could not imagine having someone prey after her for their own sick and demented lust. The children loved Lyssa and the princess was happy to have her here and to be able to take care of Harwin’s sister and his father’s daughter; it felt as it should. “Everyone is very happy you are here and have been very happy with you. You are a part of this family, Lyssa and I hope you feel that, as well.” Her voice was soft and calm as she spoke, a smile appeared on her features.
…and it was why it was so hard to inform her of the next bit of news…
“We have been summoned to go back to King’s Landing as my father has called for us to return for a family feast.” She did not wish to see fear in the young woman’s eyes, but the princess thought she had. “You will be protected the entire time we are there, @wcrriorhearts Lyssa but I need you there to help with the children.”
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )
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@pulchramsolis said: ❝always one step ahead, aren’t you?❞ - also Lyssa!
Lyssa sighs, rubbing one hand over her forehead with a shug. "I have to be. Better than one step behind everyone else. I don't like surprises", she tells her older sister, omitting the fact that she also liked to be in control and for that she had to predict what others would do. Larys has made her feel so out of control all her life that she now does everything she can to be on top of everything. "She's a good midwife, everyone in the city likes her and she costs a good penny, so I assume she knows what she is doing. She'll be here in an hour so you can get to know her. I told you i would take care of it", she reminds Abby, because she made that promise for a reason weeks ago. Even though her sister is fairly capable of taking care of herself, she is already growing a human, so Lyssa wants to do whatever she can to take some of the burdens from her, knowing Abby is already worried about a million other things. "I told the princeling to be there, too. It's his child after all."
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )
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@pulchramsolis said: [ INTERCEPT ] : sender takes a bullet/punch/attack meant for the receiver. abby gone to protect her little goose
𝗢𝗡𝗘, 𝗧𝗪𝗢, 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘. the whip mercilessly comes down on her outstretched arms as a punishment, one of the weapon masters wielding the torture instrument with a smirk on his face that speaks volumes of why he has chosen his profession. ser cole is the one who ordered her to be whipped, because she was playing with the four princes and punched aemond in the face with the hilt of a wooden sword. it was not even on purpose, but happened in the heat of a play fight, but because he is the princeling, she now suffers for it. but joke’s on them, lyssa is used to pain. this is not the first time she has been whipped, nor will it be the last and so she stares the man dead in the face, not making a single sound, nor complaining about her punishment. 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥, 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 - she hears the whip hit flesh a sixth time, but feels no pain. confusedly, lyssa blinks and realizes that her older sister has stepped between her and the weapon master, taking the last hit for her. he growls, but ser cole dismisses his complaint, deciding that it was enough. jaw set and glowering, lyssa slips her little hand into her sisters and leaves the training grounds with her, but not without sticking her tongue out at the princes. luke looks a little disturbed, jace is grinning, aegon downright laughing and aemond is still nursing a bloody nose. boys! “you didn’t have to do that. i was perfectly content with being whipped. before you get cross with me, i didn’t do anything. cole is just mean. i only played rough with the boys, that’s all.”
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@hamcrtia said: [ DEFEND ] : sender verbally defends and protects receiver from an enemy. (i.e. "if you want them, you'll have to go through me.") - from cregan to lysandra
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 that returning to the capital would be a terrible idea. when she left to go to the north, lysandra swore to herself that she would never look back and find a new life out there, yet here she is now, back where it all began. her suffering, her abuse, but also her awakening. the place where she decided that enough was enough. from what they have heard in the north, larys was imprisoned once the queen took king’s landing back and that is mayhaps the only reason why she even decided to follow her betrothed to the keep. she has not seen him in weeks, given he was busy fighting for the queen and rather had her sit it out in a camp south of the capital, so she is quite eager to reunite with cregan again, until a group of queen’s guards refuse her entrance to the keep. sister of the traitor larys, they call her. the strong girl, who has been sent to the north to spy for the greens. it seems like larys made his intention known during his imprisonment and has incriminated her. she tries to tell the guards that she has stopped working for her brother the moment she set foot on northern soil, but of course they do not listen. once more she is glad that she was open with cregan from the beginning, otherwise his arrival here would have raised unpleasant questions. it isn’t until she hears the familiar footfall of the man she has come to love, recognizing him even without turning around, that the guards start faltering. with a few harsh, strong words, cregan solves the issues at hand and convinces them that lyssa is with HIM and will remain by his side, as the queen has allowed. a sigh of silent relief falls from her lips as she slips her hand into his and follows him inside the castle, pulling him into the nearest dark corner to press her lips to his. she has missed him.
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It is reasonable to let someone else carry the sword for her to the vale, given she can barely lift it herself. even though she does not know rhea in earnest, her cousin is a nice person and she's had a lot of fun with him earlier, so he will be her first choice. "your cousin can take it. i like him", the girl says and hands the sword over to the lady, slightly relieved that the interview will not happen just yet. that way she can still mentally prepare herself and think of good answers - even though she is still unsure what the questions will be.
feeling rather useless, she helps one of the men secure the saddlebags on a horse, before heading into the stable to retrieve her own. father gifted her the black mare for her tenth birthday and she has proven to be a loyal companion to the girl. she is calm and rarely spooked by anything and has taken all the childhood shenanigans with grace. shadow is saddled in no time and lysandra takes her back to the entourage of the vale. everyone seems to be ready and is mostly atop their horses, so lyssa also hoists herself into the saddle and pats her mare's neck.
one last glance is cast at the keep as they begin moving. not because she will miss it very much, but it was the last place where she lived with her father and brother, when they were still alive, as well as her nephews, before they left for dragonstone. not everything here was horrible and she wishes she could take more than just memories with her. but all the people who used to make this place a home are long gone, one way or another. there is no reason to remain here in the fangs of the weasel, who will just continue to make her life a living hell.
"lyssa!" one of her friends, the stable boy simon, comes running over and hands her a small horse made from felt. "you almost forgot that", he says, grinning and she grins right back. he has made the little felt cat currently in her pocket as well for her and maybe she will miss him. "i won't miss you at all," lyssa insists, but they both know she's lying. waving as she rides off, she puts the little horse next to her cat and catches up with rhea to ride next to her, given that she is supposed to be interrogated. she wished she could take simon with her, but she'll return one day and hopes they'll still be friends then.
a sword.
no other items that pertained to her needs, but a sword — of her brother's, nevertheless. rhea's head suddenly wrecked through any information she has had over the strong family. right, she thinks quickly; her face impassive though her mind run miles a minute. lyonel strong, hand of the king. that much she knows. he was the one to replace the old lord hand, otto hightower. rhea remembers him: a tall, dominating, but otherwise silent figure in the old king's reign. he had looked over rhea's marriage with the prince with a keen eye, but otherwise had kept mum and simply enjoyed the feast as any others who were invited it. of course. he was dismissed, wasn't he ? and came in lord lyonel strong.
what else does rhea know of house strong ? they're significant, aye - largest castle in the seven kingdoms, harenhaal, are under their protection. though rhea supposes, when lord lyonel had came to the red keep, he'd brought with him his children. a brother who has passed now it seemed, the brother rhea has just met, and this child right here. then there were ... rumours, were they not ? rumours that the children the princess have birthed were bastards. that there were some fire at the old huge castle, and how it all may be connected after all. rhea do not always listen to rumours — it has never and will never help any upon her ruling — but suddenly it seemed to fit together in her head.
the brother who has passed ... was he perhaps sabotaged for fathering the princess' children out of wedlock ? — rhea does not ask.
at young lady strong's question, the lady of runestone could only nod her head. what right does she have to protest a girl who hasn't much anything else ? and if this sword brings with her some sort of comfort... ❝ the interview will be during our journey, milady. come. let us not waste anymore moment. i plan to reach the tavern at our first point before the sun falls. ❞ she leads lady strong back to her entourage, where rhea could see her men loading anymore items left and securing the last of their items.
❝ i do, however, must ask that you do not carry the sword. i will not have you injured during our journey, milady. do you think you could trust my sworn shield to carry it for you ? or any of my knights ? ❞
#ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴀʀs ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟ ( House of the Dragon ) - Lysandra Strong#ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ ( queue )
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@pulchramsolis said: [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep for Lyssa!
Lysandra has not slept over in Abby’s chambers for a while, because the weasel is always with her at night, but this evening she won against him and has stretched out in Abby’s bed, arms crossed behind her head, utterly comfortable and content. She always slept much better in the company of her sister and they had spent hours at this point laughing and chatting, eating cakes Lyssa had stolen in the kitchen and giggling about the silliest things. It is healing for the soul to be carefree for once. When she was little, Abby insisted on Lysandra’s cradle being put into her bedroom, so that she could have her baby with her all the time and she always sung Lyssa to sleep back then. She is now humming one of the songs from their childhood, fingers gently threading through her little sister’s dark hair, while Lysandra feels herself slowly slipping into a slumber, feeling all warm and protected, as if nothing bad has ever happened in her life. Within these four walls, no one can hurt her. Abby has always been her guardian angel and in her presence Lyssa is afraid of nothing. She curls closer against her sister’s body, arms snaking around her to hold her as she rests her head against the other’s chest, a steady heartbeat like a second melody to carry her off into dreams.
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@pulchramsolis said: ❝ i’ll be here the whole night okay? nothing will get to you while i’m here. ❞ for Lyssa
Lysandra can barely remember the last time she was properly sick, but she knows her mother had still been alive then. For the first few days of this illness, she still tried to brush it off, until she no longer could. This morning, Larys got upset with her, because she didn’t get up, but found her with a high fever that even worried him enough to call a Maester and then ask Abby to take care of her younger sister, while he has to tend to his duties. Lyssa barely woke when the Maester came to examine her and has never woken for longer than a few moments throughout the day. The evening and early beginnings of night have come with fitful dreams, nightmares that continue on while she is awake and even higher fever. Everything hurts and she has been whimpering for hours. Even though she has not been fully conscious, she knows Abby is with her. Gentle hands stroke her hair and face when the nightmares make her mutter and cry and she has been dressed in new nightgowns several times, because she was drenched in sweat. There’s a fire raging around her in one of the dreams and she is trying so hard to get to Harwin, but every time she can almost touch him, he slips away. The flames lick at her skin and everything is unbearably hot, until her eyes snap open and she realizes Abby has her cradled in her arms, as Lysandra shivers and tears stain her face. She wants to tell her sister that she couldn’t reach Harwin and that there’s a fire, but she is alert enough to understand that she must have dreamed it. Abby’s words calm her down a little, because she knows her older sister will always protect her. “I think...I think there’s a fire somewhere...it’s very hot”, she mutters, head lolling against Abby’s shoulder, because it feels heavy and impossible to hold up, eyelids heavy as well, but a cup is brought up to her lips and she sips some water as she is told. “I...I must tell Harwin there’s a fire...”
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Larys had taught his sister many QUESTIONABLE things, but sneaking around the Keep unseen came in handy. She knew all of the secret passages that connected the various rooms and was aware of where everyone resided inside the castle. Her brother also made her keep tabs on the most important people and so she knew that at the very moment she crept into the princeling’s chambers, he was with her sister, but would soon return, because he had a meeting with his brother scheduled in an hour from now, for which he needed to change. Even though Aegon was not good at sticking with a routine, some things remained the same throughout this week and Lysandra knew them.
Snooping around the bedchamber, she picked up a few clothes from his floor and threw them on the bed, sniffed an open decanter of wine and scanned the backs of some of the books flying about, before dropping into an armchair next to the fireplace and propping her boots up on a table. She wasn’t necessarily dressed like a Lady of three and ten should have been. Lyssa much preferred trousers to dresses and when she worked for Larys, he let her wear what she wanted, because no one cared about her clothes while she operated in the shadows. This early morning she was working for no one, but trousers were just more practical. Pulling her knife from one boot, she scratched the surface of the table a little with its tip, before the door was pushed open and the princeling appeared in it.
It took him a brief moment to spot the girl and she could see the utter confusion on his face. “Good morning, princeling.” Abby and their mother would have probably died of second hand embarrassment this very moment, hearing how she called someone she as supposed to bow to, but Lyssa didn’t care much for royals. They were just like everyone else, except dressed in fancier clothes and with more money. She should have addressed him differently, but Aegon wasn’t exactly known for being respectful either, so she didn’t care much. “I hope you enjoyed last night with my sister. I am here to discuss the matter of your ongoing relationship with here and put up some rules.” The tip of the dagger was planted into the tabletop as she rose from the chair, arms crossed in front of her chest.
@aegonycrowned gets a plotted starter
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