#* interactions ; laena velaryon.

[bohemian-nights]

Unpopular Opinion: Every time a black female character (especially if this black female character is dark skinned) enters into a relationship with the popular fan-favorite white male character usually one of three things happen a. the black female character is now headcanoned as a lesbian (never bisexual or queer or anything that would leave the character with the possibility of still entering into a relationship with a man) b. white male character is now shipped with other popular fan-favorite white male character/other white female character (the popular fan-favorite white male character is usually headcanoned to be bisexual and when he is, shipped with a woman that woman is always white) or c. black female character (and sometimes their actresses) is now being talked about as if they are the devil himself.

Wanting characters to explore their sexuality is fine but I always find it odd how this always happens when one member of the relationship is a black/blackish woman. *forgot to mention the suddenly polyamorous relationship the three (black female, white male and white male/woman) characters are now without a doubt in*

Anon you spoke nothing, but facts right here 🙌🏽

(The only thing I’d add is that they don’t just do this when the woman in question is with a white man, see Namor and Shuri and the backlash some shippers got for shipping them).

You aren’t the only one who has been noticing this trend.

I say trend loosely because really just a new stereotype to add to the bunch😒

It would be one thing if it was a want for actual representation, but every time now like clockwork. as soon as they see a Black woman who looks like she’s going to have a romantic arc with said popular fandom man, boom she must be gay😑

Hell, it’s getting so bad that these shows/movies are automatically just writing their Black women characters in that way.

If people can’t see how this can be harmful/dangerous, that’s cool, but anytime you want to paint all of a group a certain way and won’t show them in any other setting, that’s how you end up birthing new stereotypes.

This isn’t creating diversity. It’s limiting it(once again).

It’s so all or nothing with our media representation. Black women don’t want to be shown as one thing(which seems to go right over most people’s heads).

We just want the same opportunities as everybody else and not to be put into one or two narrow boxes of acceptable characterization that doesn’t threaten the status quo(aka you can't have Black women looking desirable especially not when there is an available white woman right there next to her).

[empathiie]

@lcngliive | Gwayne & Laena.

"Ah, Lady Laena. Your daughter chased me down on her dragon and could have killed me, if she so chose." Gwayne informs her, smirking slightly. "I am grateful she decided against it."

[isefyres-archive]

@dastardlydaemon asked: Your wish is my command, my queen. / seems very on brand for book laena and daemon :>

Lips   curve   into   a   smile   despite   her   best   effort.   "I   would   not   dare   to   call   you   king   for   reasons   of   treason,   but   I   do   like   the   title."   She   can   be   his   queen.   In   private   she   can   call   him   whatever   she   pleases   too,   but   out   in   the   open,   is   safe   to   not   let   her   mind   wonder   at   the   amount   of   pet   names   he   seems   to   hold   for   her   already.   "I   do   not   know   it's   late,   but   like   I   said,   I   am   a   persistent   woman.   I   already   have   my   dragon   and   I   wish   to   race   you   on   the   sky."  

She   proposes,   the   thought   that   it   goes   against   her   mother's   wishes   might   encourage   her   further   into   doing   this   but   it's   all   part   of   their   own   little   courting.   "Me   and   Vhagar,   You   and   Caraxes.   Whoever   wins,   gets   to   have   a   wish   turn   reality."   She   turns   to   face   him   then,   already   forgetting   the   protocol   of   distance   around   him.   Everyone   knew   that   she   has   her   eyes   on   him.  

"A   little   game,   if   you   wish.   To   entertain   your   queen."   And   to   tease,   Laena   extends   her   hand,   expecting   him   to   grab   it,   kiss   it,   as   most   men   would   to   a   queen.   He   is   not   most   men,   is   he   not?   Regardless   her   smile   said   it   all.   Infatuation   had   grown   into   true   fondness.

[imaginarianisms]

"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn’t perfect."- Aurane to Laenyra

❝Daorun iksis vok dōre mazilībagon isse dōron, dubazma, yn issa sylvie naejot umbagon lōtirī.❞ Laena spoke to her cousin calmly as the sunlight filtered in through her window, the golden rays illuminating her chestnut brown skin like the fire-gold glow of dawn, her dress of fine blue green silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin, and the sunlight catching her amethyst eyes, a sight many men were in awe of. A gloved hand toys with her necklace of sapphires, freshwater pearls, blue diamonds and a silver seahorse, the sigil of her house.

Laena spoke in Valyrian so as to conceal what they were saying. Ever since the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, the High Valyrian literacy rates had decreased considerably in Westeros, so it was highly unlikely most would understand what they were saying, an advantage she was more than happy to use to their advantage. News of Aurane's whereabouts with Sansa Stark had reached her men, and likely Daella's as well. She had invited her cousin over to break her fast the following morning, knowing they were each other's only solace as the only remaining kin they had in the capital.

Monford had died in the Battle of Blackwater, Monterys was only a six year old boy with Clementine who had just entered womanhood not too long ago as his regnant and she had reluctantly been supporting Stannis as a result of her lord father's death. Laenaera was stuck in the North in the aftermath of the Red Wedding, still supporting Robb Stark despite the Boltons and taking care of the aged Lord Ondrew. Sometimes she wondered if Aurane should have been with the rest of the Velaryons. Aurane would have loved the adventures in Essos. However, her mother, her twin brother Corlys, Daella and Jacaera had taken far too long in their quest across the Narrow Sea known to the rest of Westeros as a mere business trip to the Free Cities, and the longer they stayed away from Westeros, the more questions were whispered at court. As her mother and by by extension House Velaryon's eyes and ears in King's Landing, she could no longer afford any setbacks. As much as she tried to be delicate with her cousin, knowing all too well that the Battle of Blackwater effected him far more than he let on, he and Monford were as close as trueborn brothers, she had to be as stern as her mother was. So she spoke with Lady Shaera's voice. ❝Gaomagon ao daor shifang se hinikagon iksā jigagho īlva lentor isse se skorkydoso dokimare bisa iksis? Konīr issi laesi tolviot. Lentor Velaryon iksis isse hinikagon.❞

Her voice was as sharp as the edge of a blade, but it was necessary at this point. Tywin's eyes were on her back, as were Cersei's. One wrong move, one misspoken word, one word in the wrong ear could put her entire house in jeopardy. And if anyone heard the rumors that Aurane Waters the Bastard of Driftmark was associating himself too closely let alone romantically and sexually to the disgraced traitor's daughter who was already married to Tyrion Lannister, word of rebellion would spread quickly. They both knew Joffrey's wrath knew no bounds, and Tywin Lannister was an even greater man to fear. She shudders. The Red Wedding was proof enough of that. ❝Gaomagon jaelā naejot morghūljagon tolī Edhārd Stārke, Rōb Stārke se zȳhon jelmōñe vali? Se kēlio ēza se zoklīo. Gaomagon daor tepagon Sānsa Stārke tolī mundari dōre qūvir.❞

She pointed at the door, out beyond her chambers and to the Queen's ballroom. ❝The King spared you on a mere whim that night. The Queen is more than fond of you. Everyone says you are Rhaegar Targaryen returned. Tommen adores you as he does Loras. If someone hears of your carnal activities with Sansa, Cersei will cast you aside, House Velaryon would be accused of falling into bed with House Stark and we will all be in danger, if not at most rounded up and executed. Ao gīmigon skoros se dārys iksis. Ao skoros zȳhon vēdros iksis vēttan hen. Ao ūndan skoros ziry gōntan hen konīr. Ziry ivestretan zirȳla emilza zȳhon ñuhoso lēda zirȳla ziksoso isse naejon hen zȳhon qȳbor. Se tolvys sōptas. Tȳhrion Lānistor's vēdros iksis hae zōbrie hae se perzyssy bona Balerion zaltan Harrenhal.❞ There was emotion in her voice and in the way she spoke, feeling the disgust rising in her throat and her heart sinking in her chest, remembering that not one of Joffrey's men, not even the Queen, had stood in Sansa Stark's defense. And Alayaya... poor, sweet Alayaya... Seeing the Summer Islander girl's wounds made her want to weep herself, but as her men escorted her back to her mother, she knew she had to keep to her house words, to remain strong, true and brave despite herself so as not to alarm the younger girl. Lady Laenyra had a very firm word with Tyrion Lannister that day, the rules of polite society be damned.

Westeros doesn't care for girls like Sansa, Arya, Alayaya, Arianne, Prusella, Elia and I.

Aurane had always had eyes for Sansa even when she was betrothed to Joffrey. She remembered that night when Aurane had intended to run up to the Tower of the Hand to declare his intentions to duel Prince Joffrey for Sansa's hand in marriage to Eddard Stark, and to his credit, the Bastard of Driftmark would likely win against that little beast, but Lady Shaera Velaryon made quick work to shut down such follies. Laenyra dipped her head before reaching out to grasp at his hand, thumb rubbing against the back of it in her best attempts at comforting him. ❝Our gods of the Summer Isles see no difference between the birth, status nor love of a bastard and a trueborn lady... but these are not the Summer Isles, this is Westeros, Aurane. Se Stārke riña iksis gevie se sȳz, kessa, se nyke gīmigon ao jorrāelagon zirȳla, se nyke gīmigon Sānsa gaomas jorrāelagon ao, yn issa daor sylvie naejot jorarghugon zirȳla.❞

A sigh escapes her painted lips, shaking her head, voice hushed. ❝I have sent a raven to Maester Harrin at Driftmark gīmēdegon īlva lentor... and soon you will be alone. And I cannot guarantee your safety here. Alerie Hightower briefly broached the topic with me before, and now Olenna Tyrell has asked me to marry her grandson and heir. It is past time I was wed. After Joffrey weds Margaery, I will be marrying Willas Tyrell. I will become Lady of Highgarden, and who else is a better candidate than me? Summer Sea blood runs warm in me and I am one of the most beautiful women of our era. Willas is intelligent, studious, educated, goodhearted, gentle, kind and is one of the most eligible bachelors of our time with the finest hawks, hounds and horses.❞

It was clear in her eyes and in her voice that she was actually very excited to meet her prospect of a new husband. She'd purposely cast aside every marriage offer her way. It had paid off. Laena III Velaryon was very persuasive in more ways than one, in both her words and her body, and she would make him love and desire her. Arianne would be so jealous. Highgarden was going to be hers. Mother wouldn't have to worry about her safety anymore now that she was going to be in good hands among golden roses. It would mend the centuries old wound since the Dance of the Dragons when Hightower and Velaryon were once at war with each other, and perhaps with time she would reveal her family's true whereabouts to win them over for House Targaryen. Valaena Velaryon's grimoire and arcane library in Driftmark had worked well enough. The Bastard of Driftmark's journey, however, was soon going to be far more perilous.

❝I care for you, Aurane, and for Lady Sansa, but I must place House Velaryon first.❞

[towercfivory]

— closed starter for Mittens ( @springbandit )

The scent wafts over her and she can't help but be delighted. There may have been delicacies in Westeros but none could compare to the one's of this realm. Laena nears the bakery with appealing baked goods displayed like a beacon. " So many choices, so little time. " she muses, if they appeared here one moment, who could say they won't return? Or this was truly the afterlife and they had all the time in the world. Refusing to dwell on that further, " I think I should buy all their goods but I fear the wrath of many. "

[the-rogue-dragon]

@qanedanegros continues from here;

🔥SLEEP WAS NOT SOMETHING THE VALYRIAN GODS granted easily to the rogue dragon. Most nights he would toss and turn around like a restless creature that could not find a comfortable position. Nightmares plagued his mind like visions of a twisted past. Actions exaggerated by circumstances, ghosts that haunted him even in his waking hours. Due to this, Daemon has always been a light sleeper, unless wasted. But he couldn't get drunk all the time to pass out.

That night has not been different, it was not until the early hours of the morning that sleep finally came to his aid, only to be chased away - accidentally - by his wife. Laena was not to be blamed for his little disposition to sleep. In truth the moment he felt himself observed he spoke in her direction, knowing well who it was. The movement on the bed giving her away in seconds. His unexpected voice caused a jolt in her body, and he couldn't help the smirk that shifted his features, ever so amused.

"I haven't slept much." The Prince confessed at her remark, tired eyes opening up to look at the rich ceiling their house in Pentos provided. It was a marvelous work from the men of the city, with different symbols telling a story that Daemon could not recall. "I suppose I don't need it." He rarely went sleepless, but that day seemed to be different. He would be fine, the Targaryen figured, if any he would take a nap eventually.

Welcoming her in his arms the Rogue Prince wrapped an arm around her shoulders, idly drawing patterns on one of them. Purple-green eyes closed for a moment as he answered. "None at the moment." He couldn't think about a good reason to get up, not when he was tired, even though his mind refused to find enough peace to sleep. Looking down at his wife he inquired. "Do you have any plans?"

[hamcrtia]

dark & toxic starters / accepting ! @therogueprincedaemon requested an audience: " i would never kill you. not in a million years. what i can do - what i will do is hurt you, worse than i did before. "

there is a rage that courses through her, dignified and more powerful than she imagined possible. it was not often that such emotions were retracted from the young girl but it just so happened that this match could be just as destructive as it could be intoxicating. she wastes no time in closing the distance that stood between them and though she did not match him in height, her overwhelming presence made up for it. they are face to face, her brows set in determination. if he wanted to play the martyr then so be it. it was not her duty to convince him otherwise. " then go on and hurt me, daemon. try your best. " chocolate hues search his, lips pressed into a firm line as her expression dares him to continue.

" your words do not frighten me. nor do your threats. "

[daemaryen]

@inmydrcams : ‘what’s going on in that head of yours?’

roused from the depths of his thoughts, daemon lifts his head and smiles at his wife. there are many things going on inside his head, but not a lot that can be spoken out loud, even to the woman he's married to ( especially to the woman he's married to. ) his dreams of home are colored with resentment ( childish petulance is also an apt description ) and he feels ousted from the tight circle of his own kin. it suits him ill, exile, regardless of how many times he's been sent to it. try as he might to pretend otherwise, it is chafing at him.

‘i'm thinking of bringing the girls to court,’ he finally answers, patting the space beside him so that laena might sit. ‘i'm thinking it's time we present them to the crown.’ it's time the crown is reminded that he exists, and now allied with house velaryon, with children of his own. it's time his brother welcomes him back into the fold, for what grave mistake has he truly committed except to uphold the interests of their house? ‘i'll hear your thoughts on it,’ he turns to laena, takes her one hand in his and rubs the back of it with his thumb. ‘i know you miss your brother.’

inbox prompts.

[mvndrvke]

@asoulunbound gets a starter! laena + baela

Baela has never known freedom like this. Flying above the Narrow Sea, caught between water and sky. Moondancer is smaller than her parents' dragons, which means that she can fly more freely where she wants. Pentos is a stranger's land, but the skies will always be the domain of House Targaryen. She will always be at home here.

She returns home reluctantly, to the generous home they've been given there. Moondancer circles lower slowly, and the dragon seems just as reluctant to end up on land again as her rider. But still, they land eventually, and Baela dismounts to find her mother there.

She smiles at her, a little bit guiltily. She had no permission to go flying on her own, but the sky had called to her. The freedom of it had called to her.

"Mother," she says, bowing her head to her before she bounces closer. "It's perfect weather for flying!" Her steps slow after a moment, though, and she stops before she reaches Laena. "Are you mad at me?"

[empathiie]

"Yes, of course." Rhaenyra nods. There was so much that had happened -- and they did not look forward to having to explain it all. They felt guilty, to a degree, for things they could not control. Like being with Daemon, and having to send Rhaena away with their three youngest boys. "I am glad, that you've seen Baela. Rhaena will be excited to see you, as well." They smile softly, "Thank you. Our daughter should arrive any day now," It was all a waiting game, which admittedly made them a bit nervous. "We have a very full home, with our three children and Helaena, as well as Helaena's children. If ever you would like to take the babes for a day out, you are welcome to it. I would love for them to get to know you." They are more than appreciative for Laena's offer, and they take her hands in their own, squeezing them gently. "Surely, Harwin could use the break. He insists on taking them off of my hands as often as possible, he is enjoying being a father so freely."

"then we will need to catch up," they smiled at the other, before nodding. "yes, I'm eager to see rhaena - I've already seen baela," it was good to know both of her girls were here - she can't imagine how much that they've missed, but laena was eager to catch up on everything. "no, it's no surprise - but I am happy for you both," laena smiled. "how much longer do you have?" it was strange, not having maesters here, but the doctors were better equipped from what she'd heard. "you'll need to let me know if you need anything - anything at all,"

[bohemian-nights]

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Random but I thought you’d like this edit

Aww, this is beautiful🥹 Thank you for sharing this. We were once again robbed seeing Laena and Laenor really interact with each other 😭 The season should have been longer(or started later that way we would not have cared what we missed out on).

[isefyres-archive]

@dastardlydaemon asked: I don't own you, you just belong to me. / for laena

What   a   curious   choice   of   words.   "Can   the   same   thing   be   said   about   you,   my   prince?"   Laena   asks   in   return.   "I   do   not   own   you.   I   don't   think   anyone   would   ever   do.   But   you   are   mine.   I   will   be   yours,   as   long   as   you   have   me."   She   been   craving   so   for   a   while   now.   Her   intentions   had   been   clear   from   the   first   talk   they   had   about   this.   She   wants   a   life   of   adventure   and   travel   and   she   has   now   a   dragon   and   a   prince,   hopefully,   that   can   show   her   the   world.   "I   told   you   then,   as   long   as   you   return   to   my   bed.   I   do   not   mind   your.   .   .tastes.   I   welcome   them."   They   would   give   her   some   freedom   too.  

But   she   wants   him   above   everyone   else.   Laena   feels   the   weight   on   her   chest   as   she   feels   like   the   air   is   shifting   around   them.   Gods,   she   had   been   wanting   this   for   a   while.   "Then   make   me   yours   before   someone   else   does."   Laena's   lips   turn   into   a   smile,   a   jest,   perhaps   as   she   moves   to   step   closer   to   him.   "Father   said   I   might   marry   a   distant   cousin,   a   captain   of   sorts.   But   that   sounds   incredible   dull   to   me."   Her   hands   move   to   the   back   of   his   neck,   the   action   bringing   her   closer,   her   body   against   his   own,   fire   and   water,   but   equally   dangerous   when   it   comes   to   be.   "Will   you   take   me,   then?   As   yours   for   others   to   see?"   

[furyfms]

" indeed it does. robb stark, the former lord of winterfell and former king in the north. " the word itself stung to say, former, reminding him of the brutal way in which he, his wife and mother and men had been slain, the bright future in which he was supposed to bring to his people dying alongside him, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. " it's a pleasure to meet you, laena velaryon. " he replied with a smile. " a targaryen ? well, that is interesting. " as far as robb had been aware, other than the girl they spoke of far across the sea, there were none of those left. " is he here with you ? your husband ? "

laena's eyes widened as she offered him a warm smile. " winterfell? that must make you a stark? " she mused, studying him. " gods, this place just gets all the more confusing, doesn't it? " her brows furrowed at his next words, slowly shaking her head. " extinct? how... how is such a thing possible? they are very much alive obviously and you... " it confused her how they could be from the same world and yet... things were so so different. " my, all of this is so confusing. i suppose i should introduce myself. my name's laena. laena velaryon. although i was also married to daemon targaryen... " @furyfms

[towercfivory]

— closed starter for Daemon Targaryen ( @forafcrtnight )

Laena wasn't naive, she should've known the turmoil within their house would ignite. Still, she couldn't find the whole conclusion. Turning a blind eye since her arrival seemed the most logical. Her last memories of pain and dragon's fire. She couldn't assume the rest of her family did as well. He is the last person she would seek but he was here. Was this the afterlife? His appearance more aged than she remembers, something must have happened. The lack of their daughters' presence by his side was noted. A wave of panic causing her heart to race, " What has happened? " she demands, somehow this would be his fault.

[hamcrtia]

into the woods sentence starters / accepting ! @nvrqn requests an audience: someone has to shield you from the world .  stay with me .

the young girl looks at her mother with a sense of sadness and gratitude. she was lucky enough to have a mother such as rhaenys laena had looked up to her for her entire childhood. as much as she wanted to stay near her family, it was not what life had intended for them. for now, at least. laena reaches out to take her mother's hands in her own, a smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards. " it is no longer your duty to look out for me, mother. " hands are given a gentle squeeze, and she leans in to hug her as tightly as she could. " daemon will be by my side. nothing will happen to me. i promise. " laena pulls away, only so that she can take another look at her face.

" i'll be back before you know it, with better stories of adventure than laenor. "

[mvndrvke]

"Not since I was quite young."

Shireen hadn't been older than seven the last time she'd gone on a boat, and even then, it had just been to see where the stone men dwelled. Her mother had considered it a lesson, to see how lucky she was that they hadn't sent her to live with the stone men for her greyscale.

This, however, is a much better journey. Shireen's eyes are wide as she looks at the water, and the approaching port.

"It's incredible. I'm sure the view is lovely from dragonback, but this?" She smiles at Laena. "This is beautiful."

OPEN

"Have you ever sailed before?"

Laena turned to her companion, watching as one of her father's light sloops pulled into port. While she would have preferred to show her guest the harbor upon Vhagar, the chilly weather of late made the old dragon irritable. The last thing Laena wanted her mount injuring her companion, or worse.

Besides. There were other ways to see what Driftmark had to offer besides dragonback.