#✹ notenoughmuses ; thread.

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@notenoughmuses

“I keep hearing all of these stories about Casterly Rock,” Nyra said glancing as she walked down one of the Red Keep’s corridors. “Are any of them true?”

[gcldencrownofsorrow]

Little sister [ @notenoughmuses​ ]

            Joffrey’s mood is foul. his lips pressed together into a thin line, which curls upwards in anger, and unexpressed fustration. His green eyes fixed on something only he can see. He can hear them already. His father was dead, or if he wasn’t already, he would be very soon... and then.

                         ...Our loyalty is yours, your grace...                            ... You are the king....                                  ...boy king....                         ..... Too young, Too little.... 

              Well he was NOT little, he was Tall and Strong for his age, everyone says so. he rises to his feet, puffing out his chest as he views his own distorted reflection in one of the sets of plate mail which lines the hall. He draws Hearteater form it’s scabbard at his side. aiming it at the man sized armor. 

              “I dare you to say that again” He announces. “When i am done with you, you will sing a different tune.” he hits it then. the sound of steel against steel echoing down the hall. It is only too late he realizes his sister is watching him. That annoys him too. Kings shouldn’t play at knighthood. 

              So he turns to scowl at her. “What do you want.” 

[dragxnsnfire]

@notenoughmuses

“It's quite…nice to be back,” surely someone would say that the young woman was jesting, but she hid it well if she was. Last time they had seen each other, it was six years ago, and someone lost an eye. Julianna was the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and she knew everyone surely had poor expectations of her. Yet, she vowed to show everyone wrong. It would take a while, but it would happen. Maybe once she was betrothed to someone, at least, but she would not bother with that now. After all, they were all silly expectations. Hearing someone clear their throat behind her, she turned to see who it was, eyes landing on her uncle. “Aegon. To what do I owe the pleasure of my lovely uncle coming up to greet his only niece?”

[dracharenae]

His breath stank of the wine Dany had gotten him at the bazaar. His judgement clouded and he could hear the feast happening without him. The Targaryen King walks in, demanding for his sister, angry and tired Viserys notes how the Dothraki Dogs look at him and it makes him enraged. They look at him with disgust, with a look of pity and now as he walks in sword in tow they look at him with horror and anger. Though he doesn’t register the last two. Just as he’s about to yell at Khal Drogo and his slut of wife, he feels a hand pull him back, which makes Viserys yank free of the grasp, turning on the person quickly, his lilac eyes crazed in rage and his matted hair flung across his face. “How dare you touch the Dragon! I will-” He stops as he sees it’s Rhaenys not Jorah that holds him, though the exiled knight is close by. 

Viserys is still reeling from his emotions, not softening from Rhaenys’s touch. “I want to sit with Khal Drogo and my sister. I am a King. I deserve that respect, you sit with them. Why should I be shunned to sit with the elderly and blind? I deserve more respect then this Rhaenys. Even the sellswords in Esso gave me more respect!” Though he would never admit their version of respect was fake and ended with the food being eaten, the gold taken and Viserys left with nothing to show for it. Least here there was a long await to a promise. 

༺✹༻ IT IS THE SHARP BREATH FROM SER JORAH that first catches rhaenys' attentions. her head turns, curious at first, to level her gaze at the bear knight. his hand is latched onto the hilt of his sword and his steely eyes are sharply set in a different direction. there is only a fleeting moment of ignorance, in quiet speculation where rhaenys could have imagined a million and one things, before it comes crashing down. she hears his voice. it is doused in wine and there is a sway to his movement as he guides himself through the crowd . . . no, no, no. rhaenys' eyes flash towards dany, who has not yet been made aware of viserys' presence. her purple eyes are focused on khal drogo. good. rhaenys stays jorah's hand as she pushes through the crowd, eventually latching ahold of viserys' arm herself. as to be expected, he puts up a fight. his words are bitter and angry and his eyes threaten to spill with tears, but none of it matters. rhaenys cannot afford to feel sympathy for him in this moment, or pity. she needs to get him out before he causes a scene. or worse, gets himself killed. she quickly scans the crowd, then pulls viserys through a small gap of dothraki towards the exit. he struggles, but her grip tightens.

❝ respect isn't a gift in the khalasar, viserys it's earned, ❞ rhaenys hisses. once parted through the tent, she uses all of her effort to shove him. she stands protectively at its entrance, ignoring looks she earns from other members of the khalasar. her heart clenches as she looks upon viserys. a frightened boy, she thinks. he's still the frightened boy who first left dragonstone, the one who had clung onto his mother and lost the house with the red door. i know. i was there. we share the pain, viserys, but dany does not suffer for it. she won't. rhaenys straightens, steeling herself for whatever anger or abuses viserys means to throw her way. dany. dany. dany. she chants the khaleesi's name in her head like a mantra. for her. ❝ dany and i wear their clothes, we speak their language. they respect us. all you have done is insult them ceaselessly and expect to be called a king in return. you can't, vis. that's not how this works . . . it's not just the three of us, anymore. dany is a khaleesi now. we must respect her husband and her people, or what are we to do ? ? ? do you expect khal drogo to give you his army if you are perpetually cruel to his wife and berating his people ? ? ? viserys, please - i am asking you . . . go back to your tent. sleep the wine off. and return with apologies for dany and her khal. i don't want you to get hurt because of this. ❞

@notenoughmuses

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@notenoughmuses

Victoria is my singular oldest friend in the asoiaf fandom when I first started with Dany and Sansa back in 2018. She's stuck with me throughout and I love every single one of our threads. In particular I absolutely ADORE anything with Viserys and I'm so in love with Alara and Jory. Victoria has some of the funnest, weirdest days and I know when I get an unsolicited starter it's gonna be something cool.

[dracharenae]

Viserys feels as though everything is perfect. For once in his life he feels as though nothing can go wrong. This is meant to be. Rhaenys and himself pledging their love for one another, it was simple and pure. Not as the faith would have them believe it be, not a sin, not a monstrous attempt to defile what love meant. His father had done that to Rhaegar. Made him and Elia marry, most of Westeros didn't let their noble children marry whom they loved. If they had, his own parents wouldn't have married at all.

And as he looks at Rhaenys he feels elated. He can wait till his nephew has wed his future Queen. The Prince of Dragonstone can wait to marry his Princess, it is after all under six more moons to wait. Besides it will take that long just to get their marriage plans underway. "Of course, I will" His voice does not tremble, despite the fear he can feel starting to make its way into his mind. The fear that someone somehow will find out their plans or the Septon will rat them out.

"I'll secure the Septon. Your absence will be noted immediately, Rhaenys. I won't be suspicious if I return to Lord over Dragonstone. But the King's daughter…I love you Rhaenys. I will fight for you if I have to best your betrothed in order to marry you should our elopement get found out, I will. You are to be my wife as I am your husband." He tells her in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he slowly drifts back towards the party, leaving the maze. His pale hand trailing away from her less then pale hand, fingertips longing to stay in her hand, his eyes never leaving her as he leaves. That is until he nearly runs face-first into a hedge wall. "Tonight. I promise"

✹   —   THIS IS A DANGEROUS GAME THEY ARE PLAYING. RHAENYS understands this well and true, for the house of the dragon has always been a place of complications and controversy. what they plan to do now shall stir a great deal of it up - and she might have felt guilt in this regard, given how fiercely rhaegar has fought to rectify the name of their house, but she cannot. he means to use her and the whole of the family to place themselves up higher; improve their prospects, yes, but at what cost ? ? ? rhaenys does not intend on being a pawn. little aegon might be content with it by marrying margaery tyrell, but rhaenys is not. for years, she has found herself longing for viserys, even though she knew it was wrong. some things cannot be helped. now she has a chance for her own happiness, rather than the benefit of her father.

it shall not be easy. there will be fallout and scandal when the news eventually becomes known, but rhaenys doesn't care. she shall certainly not be the first targaryen to commit a sin, nor shall she be the last. " i'll tell my father i plan to go with you. he knows how much i miss the cold, open sea at dragonstone, and how i've been desiring to get away from king's landing. he might not draw suspicions immediately, especially in knowing you'd be my escort . . . but it won't take him long to catch on, " rhaenys says with a considerate look on her face.

rhaenys cannot help but to smile widely to his words . . . she allows herself to feel it, permits it to envelop her bones in an embrace. " i love you, vis, " she says, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. her thumb brushes just under his ear. " it won't come to battle, i promise you. my father will be furious when he learns of our marriage, but he can't stop it. if anyone stands between us, they face the wrath of two dragons, and i doubt my father would want that. " she squeezes his fingers in her own. when he near face-plants into said hedge wall, she bites back a snorting laugh, and casts him an amused, little smirk. " tonight. i'll go handle my father and explain how i'd like to leave for dragonstone . . . and you, vis, ought to go pack. "

@notenoughmuses

[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​

[astormofsilk]

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@notenoughmuses  for Rhaegar and Rhaella

She had suffered for him, her body forever changed by his lost siblings and she wasn’t ashamed to say that when he survived to see his fourth birthday she cried the morning she awoke, knowing that her son had the best chance to survive until adulthood. Her brother’s madness didn’t taper off with the birth of his son, but she found it easier to endure with a child to lose herself in. And she did, Rhaegar was rarely allowed from her side as he grew and she liked to believe that his poetry and song came from her. As he got older and started to learn more about the world she had to let him go, but she always checked on him.

He had been away for a while this time, off on some adventure or another. She rarely paid attention to what was really going on outside the castle, not allowed to leave anymore since the deaths of her earlier children. She was trapped there, but she tried not to let that bitterness infect her son as he grew up. Now he was off most of the time and she tried her best to be happy for him. He always returned with a new song or story, and thankfully did seem not to mind coming to see her when she asked. Rhaella knew he was due home today and she hoped that he wouldn’t mind the stablehands knowing that she wanted to see him as soon as he returned.

To keep herself busy she went to the songbirds she kept, the only company she truly enjoyed outside her son. They sang for her as she refreshed their seeds and water, the lead female coming over for a few gentle scratches on the top of her head. When she was alone they were allowed to flutter around her room if they wished, but she was careful not to let her brother see them and try to take them away. Hearing footsteps in the hall she closed the cage door and threw the cover over them quickly. Turning to the door she let a breath out when it opened and she saw who it was.

“Rhaegar, my love.” She came over to him, kissing his cheek gently.

[tyrion-lanni-star-archived]

@notenoughmuses asked: “Do you think they could have loved me?” (Joff to Tyrion )

Where the hell did this come from? Joffrey’s reign had long since ended, but he never seemed to look back on it. Not to Tyrion, at least. The two had never been close, so maybe that was why.

Letting out a breath, Tyrion scoffed a bit. “Joffrey, you treated them like absolute shit. They could have loved you, but you made it impossible.” Maybe that was harsh, but it was the truth, wasn’t it?

[shireentheunburnt]

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[incissam]

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Okay time to love on people.

@caracarnn

I know literally nothing about Rand Al'Thor beyond the Wheel of Time tv show on Amazon and Fish has some how made me truly care about this man with their portrayal. I will fight people that speak badly about this character now because Fish makes him so loveable and relatable and he is kind of a mirror to how I view Dany so that works really well for us shipping them together. PLUS they give me all the feels with our Rhaenyra things too. Our friendship is literally just injuring one another with angst and our love.

@becomelions

I've not had the pleasure of rping with them yet, but I have enjoyed reading their posts on my dash. They seem to have a great love for Ser Harwin Strong which is what I have seen the most of so far and I want to do something with them, but haven't convinced myself to slide into their DMs yet. Their head cannons and portrayal so far though are chef's kiss.

@notenoughmuses

I don't know if it's legal to put the person sending the thing, but yolo I'm doing it and you can't stop me. You're a joy to see on the dash because I can tell you take the time to cultivate every aspect of each of your muses and they all have clear voices and don't sound like one bleeds into another. I love our thread with Viserys and I would love to do more with your other muses too if we could work something out sometime.

@inspireswar

Okay so their portrayal and views on Lyanna are so GOOD. Like I love it and their verses are clearly very well thought out so the reactions to other characters from Lyanna are on point. For a character that we know so little about in reality they have really breathed life into her and made her seem like someone we know as well as the characters we read the POV of in the books. Just all the props here.

@caraxes--rider

20/10 human right here. They're so nice and I am so in love with our thread we have running right now. Their portrayal of Daemon is so good and one of my favorites especially with the reactions to Rhaenyra. I just can't deal with the feels that are delivered sometimes and it's fantastic. I honestly can't recommend them enough to people.

@agirlofwinterfell / @songcfmuses

Brit is fantastic and I love her. She's trying out some new muses and getting a feel for them currently on her multimuse. We're flirting with an Alicent AU currently where she clings to Rhaenyra rather than wanting to murder her and such. It's a good time and she's just a great person to hang out with and chat to.

@the-rogue-dragon

We haven't totally gotten into the swing of rping together, but I still enjoy seeing them on my dash and they have been so good to just chat in IMs to. I love reading their rps when they come across my dash because much like my previous Daemon mentioned they also have such a great grasp on the duality of his character.

Man that was a lot I hope it was a heart for every person. lol

[nyratcrg]

@notenoughmuses

The fire had consumed everything in its path. The whole of King’s Landing was burning and the smoke seemed to choke the light of the sun. Rhaenyra was walking among the ruins of the Red Keep when she saw an object on the ground. She knelt slowly and retrieved it. It was Aegon’s dagger. The same her father had worn. From my line shall come the Prince that was promised, she read, and yet at the last word she felt as if someone were stabbing her repeatedly. “Stop!” she screamed and opened her eyes.

A thunder storm was raging outside of Dragonstone and the winds were howling. In the darkness, the queen could hear the rain lashing against the windows.

She lit a candle next to her bed and raised herself. The large damask canopy with its curtains hid her form well, but it reminded her of the flames that she dreamed of every night. Flames that consumed and gave birth, flames that were as much a part of her house’s history as the blood that flowed through her veins.

Rhaenyra glanced at the embroidered three headed dragon above her head. It had been sewn with the finest Myrish threads and made to look as if it could take flight at any moment.

As she thought about the remarkable details, she heard a noise somewhere in her room. Quickly, Rhaenyra rose from the bed and grabbed a dagger. “Who goes there?” she called into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

[lastxdragon]

CS: Spoils of War

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.(Continued Ask with permission.)

He still felt like death. Still didn’t quite understand what was going on and where he was or why. He could remember bits and pieces as he’d been in and out of consciousness when he had awoke no longer covered in his own blood. No longer gasping for air. Rhaegar had been shackled and chained and he could smell burning flesh of the men who he’d seen on the same vessel he’d been on and now, still shackled was being brought fourth and Rhaegar Targaryen the once proud Prince of Westeros was pushed to the cold ground, forced to look up at a figure on a throne.

It was than that he saw a woman. Young and beautiful and for a moment Rhaegar almost called out to his mother before he realized this woman didn’t carry the time of abuse and age on her skin. “Where…where am I?”

@notenoughmuses​

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

The aftermath of the Yunkai/Volantis slave master attack upon Meereen was a bay full of burning ships and floating bodies, the lands around the city charred and bloody from the clash of armies, and the walls in varying states of crumbling. After having the stone door moved to release Rhaegal and Viserion, Daenerys went to attend to the wounded and dying, spending hours going between them with bandages and water, doing what she could to help and give comfort. Finally, enough healers had arrived to take over and she made her way back to the pyramid, exhausted when Jhogo found her, indicating Dany should follow.

In the audience chamber of the pyramid, a group of Unsullied had brought a man. Daenerys stepped closer, her first glance seeing his silver-blonde hair, but when he looked up, Daenerys took a step back, gasping. That indigo gaze! “You are in Meereen, sir,” Daenerys answered him, stepping closer. He couldn’t be…Missandei spoke up, hurrying into the room. “You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful queen of the Andals and the First Men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains."

[win-cr-die]

sooooo i have finally reached 400 followers which i did not think would happen and let me say something, i love each and every one to death. when i first joined this fandom, i did not think that i would even hit that mark –– let alone make as many friends as i have so this is a little list compiled to say thank you to each and every one of your asses for taking me in as your own and loving on me, daenerys and margaery !!!! if you aren’t included on this list, know that i love you all the same and you’ll have to jump into my IM’s and befriend my ass okay. honestly, i like to think of myself as a friendly and welcoming person so if you’re wanting to do something or just even make a friend, jump at me, yell at me and claim me. but lets get down to business and talk about what we’re really here for –– my bias list which which i was gonna put under a read more to stop everyones dashes from clogging buuuuut everybody deserves to know the wonderful blogs that have impacted my ass !!!!

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MY SUN AND STARS  //  @kngcrw​

kitcat, you are barely online anymore and that murders me because not only are you a friend but you are literally a fucking sister to me. making connections on this ride only ever enhances the quality of your writing in my eyes and i’ve been lucky enough to find somebody like you. i hate referring to you as a tumblr friend because that’s not all you are ... you are my best friend, my ride or die and my partner in crime and i am blessed to get to speak to you every day and hear your dramas even if they do make me roll my eyes to the back of my head each time you go on a long and twisted story. god, you’re a nightmare but you’re my nightmare and i cannot wait until the day your muse returns from the long lost war. my arms are wide fucking open waiting for you okay !!!!

THE CRYPT BITCHEZ  //  @quccnnorth @wclfcrown @dracaesanguinem @thcbull @lghtbrnger @sisterofthousands​ @fjarra

jesus christ. long live the crypt bitchez !!!! you guys have been my rocks for so bloody long and i’m so lucky to have found myself in some morbidly fucked up friendship group that makes the most sickening jokes but also uplifts me when i’m all moody. honestly, you guys make me laugh to death and at times you’ve made me cry but never in a bad way. i truly feel like i have found a home in you guys and we’re not a clique i s2g but a family so thank u all for always making me feel like i have a place with you all. idk where i would actually be at in terms of writing without any of you around because you have taught me so much when it comes to developing my own characters and i feel so lucky that i get to watch all of your own characters beautiful growth ... even if it is as cracky as a crack den

MY HOMIES  //  @curiouscast @alordnamedsnow​ @brideofxdragons @xiledbear​ @theyoungxwolf​ @missandei-of-naath​ @blodistridi​ @asynjja​ @xneedlepoint @luciddreamsx​ @stagnot​ @zaldrczes @wclfsncw​ @rebxrnbyfire​ @ofimaginarybeings​ @chevalier-de-la-fleurs​ @ladybelmore​ @foolsgoldt​

you guys have near enough been my back bone in providing me with threads that make me go all heart eyed and plots that tear my heart from my ribcage ... as well as friendships that just make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. listen, i love writing and talking with each and every one of you. thank you so much for being beautiful writing partners and friends that make me chuckle in some really weird awkward way whether i’m at home in my bedroom or out in public reading my phone. listen, you are all the BOMB and i am blessed to have you all on my dash and in my messages. i’m raising my bottle of water as a toast to doing more shit in the future because i love you guys so much okay !!!! i have made some beautiful ass friendships and don’t want to be on this crazy writing journey without any of you whether we write together or we’re just pals on this crazy old site. thank u guys for being the sweetest and nicest bunch of people that i have ever met and heres to whatever we do in the future

THOSE WHO PUT UP WITH ME  //  @killthebxy @serbriennecftarth @longmayshereignxcersei @reignfyre @secondaryking @goldcnlicn @rhaegail @wolveshonor @regalthorn @goldcnhand @thewhxtewclf @songtouch​ @thekingslxyer @wolfqueennamedstark @fallesto @champagne-coca1ne-gasoline​ @lessereviltm @ironbloodied​ @notenoughmuses @boysbackintown @allthosevoices @blackasniight @wedonotscw @sixthofhisname @ladyoftheiris @lordofthewatch ( aka my pop friend )

i have no idea how you guys have dealt with me jumping into your inboxes and spamming the hell out of you with thread ideas and just general chit chat but just know that i love and value you all to death, whethers it me or you who owes on a thread. i adore writing ( and just talking random shiteeeee tbh ) with each of you as i know i don’t have consistent and ongoing threads with everybody on this list or in some cases, i’ve written with you on previous blogs and have had to keep tabs on you or threads just haven’t taken off  but !!!! yeah i love writing the characters that we’ve brought together whether they be in the most au absurd of ways or beaaaaautiful plots but just know that i would wait an eternity just to write with you guys and thank you so much for taking time out of your day to actually invest in me ?? i’m such a whirlwind, like i’m hyperactive and yet you all seem to tolerate me. god, keep on writing with me please because i would die if any of you just disappeared from my dash

ADMIRING FROM AFAR  //  @zcldrizes @mcsttrusted​ @boltxnbastard @exilekniight​ @thecomplication​ @behindaccents​ @crowncdcrow @viperspear @paetriarch @thesellsword @tyrion​ @jonsnowtm​ @i-will-break-the-wheel​ @xdraecarys​ @artfulprecision​ @jorah--the-andal​ @cqtelyn​ @tyrxshisword​ @perzyr​ @freefiire​ @lyspider​

there are a few of you that i’ve had minor interractions with, some that i have never spoken to before and others who i’m not even mutuals with but who doesn’t love a little random positivity !!!! each time one of you flashes up on my dash, i am so in awe of whatever it is that i’m reading or looking at and i think that you guys deserve to be part of this bias list for just making my dash a beautiful place to be. thanks for portraying your characters in such an amazing light, even despite season eight sloooowly falling downhill. you guys, even though you all seem to be drowning in threads, deserve to know how much you’re appreciated on the dash –– even by a small old lil blog like mine that’s only hit 400 !!!!

[dracharenae]

✹ —  иσтєиσυgнмυѕєѕ || νιѕєяуѕ тαяgαяуєи ::

This game of theirs is dangerous. It’s scandalous. Viseryers knows he shouldn’t want Rhaenys, they are family, it’s by current Westerosi standards, wrong. But the longer they play this game, the longer he looks at Rhaenys, lets her fingers touch his skin and make his stomach churn with nervousness. He leans into it, into the temptation that Rhaenys presents to him. 

“You”

His words are heavy and his lilac eyes darken as a hand pulls her closer to him, wanting to dominate her, showing Rhaenys that she is want he wants. No Dornish Princess, no one else. He wants his beautiful and stubborn niece. “I want you Rhaenys. You will be mine. I will be yours.” He doesn’t wait for her answer, he can feel how she’s looked at him, how she touches him in subtle ways, in moments like this when they can be more bold. 

Viserys leans his lips down to meet Rhaenys not caring what will happen, how furious his brother and king will be when he should learn about their love. “Don’t marry Willas. Come to Dragonstone with me, we can marry in secret, our love can flourish while we work out the details” He knows his brother. He won’t allow them to marry as he’s so focused on repairing and maintain his alliances with the other Great Houses and appease the people with their house branching out once again unlike their parents and grandparents and so fourth had married more within the family. 

✹   —   THE GAME HAS FINALLY REACHED ITS END. these years spent circling each other, dancing around the emotions forcibly suppressed by either themselves or those around them, has found its peak. within these moonlit gardens, as the celebration carries on so far away from her - the music distant, barely noticeable - rhaenys may freely open herself. her violet eyes are raised to viserys', watchig as his own gaze darkens with a desire she has shared with him for years. she feels it in herself, as well, and does not resist as he tugs her closer. she knows it is wrong. by all semblance of reason, she should have returned back to the celebration, joined the dance . . . played the role her father assigned for her.

yet as viserys holds her in his arms, their bodies so close, she can pay no mind to anything else. she damns willas tyrell, damns every man the small counsel would see her betrothed to. beneath the full moon, viserys' arms around her and his lips to hers, nothing else matters. she returns the kiss, her hands cradling his face. she pours her through the kiss, tasting the wine on his tongue, and feeling the shared desire surge through their bodies.

when they pull away, viserys offers her everything. he offers her his hand. rhaenys meets his gaze, pondering for a fleeting moment. they could go to dragonstone, then marry in secret . . . no one need know, not until after the royal wedding between aegon and margaery. her father shall not push a union for her until after. he shall hardly be receptive to her marriage to viserys, of course . . . but no matter what they do, nothing shall soften it. rhaenys then thinks of king jahaerys and queen alysanne, who sailed to dragonstone to be wed . . . a marriage that was deem as cursed and forsaken, yet they had flourished, hadn't they ? ? ? rhaenys finds herself smiling, reaching to caress viserys' cheek. " come to my chambers tonight, while the castle sleeps. if we are to go to dragonstone, we shall need a septon, and a story to conceal our marriage for now. "

@notenoughmuses

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* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN :

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NAME :  Holly.

NICKNAME : Hol I guess.

FACECLAIM :  I don’t have a mun fc. My muse fc I use most often for Joanna is Sophie Nelisse, but I also have Elle Fanning for older Joanna and Ramona Marquez for younger Joanna.

PRONOUNS :   She / her

HEIGHT :   5 foot

BIRTHDAY :   29th September

AESTHETIC :   Old, battered books. Hamsters. Big bowls of pasta. Planes. Theatres full of people. Quiet museums. Old grand houses and castles. All sorts of period clothing... 

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :   I think it was Heart of Stone from Six the musical. 

FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : Probably Joanna! Though there are loads I have loved. 

* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE :  She had been in my head for a long time, ever since I first finished reading ASOIAF, and I found myself desperate to write about her and explore her character, and I decided rp would be a good way to start. 

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :    I mean a big one is her relationships with other characters. I love that she’s connected to the Lannisters and she has such brilliant dynamics with all of them that are so much fun to write! She has some great relationships with non-Lannisters too though, and in terms of her character, I love her love of life, how she takes such pleasure in everything!

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING :  I mean, reading! Be it the canon material, other books, or other people’s threads. But also books, tv shows, plays and musicals, aspects of history, and music. 

FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS :  I love all sorts of things, really! Funny, light hearted, happy threads are great, shippy ones are great, and of course I love angst... 

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :   I mean the fact that she’s an OC is always going to make it more difficult in the rpc. But it does also make things easier in some ways because you can make up the characterisation yourself and don’t have to worry about not being faithful to the source material as I do when I write canon muses. Also the fact that I really want to write Joanna as clever, but I’m not clever, is a struggle... Also balancing intelligence with the Lannister impetuosity which sometimes make her do/say stupid things.