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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Fourteen

Master List of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the late update. Life has been pretty stressful these past three weeks, but not as bad as before. I finally finished all the required exams to become licensed in what I do, and now I have to wait for the results. I'll probably be starting a job in the coming months, so I might have to go back to uploading every two weeks like before. I'll keep y'all updated. Also, while researching, I realized this story has a cannon time frame. It's 127 AC to 129 AC, so everyone has a definite age. You're welcome. :)

Chapter Warnings: Period accurate sexism.

"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand." - Richard Silken, The Worm King's Lullaby.

It was two days before you woke. The stars were sparkling in an endless sea of the night sky, the waning moon reflecting a mirror image of itself over Blackwater Bay. You were surprised no one had come to wake you. It was rude for a guest to sleep the days away in someone's home, but you were exhausted.

So much had happened when you arrived at Kings Landing, resurfacing old memories you desperately pushed down. The pain was too great to sift through, tears heating your eyes whenever you thought of them. It was easier to ignore your hurt and squash it into a hardened cluster of untouched emotions, constantly pushing it deeper and deeper until it cracked from the pressure, exposing it raw.

You went to the great wardrobe on the other side of the guest chambers, wrapping a robe around your shoulders as you headed to the balcony. The small ship with your belongings arrived a few hours after you did, and everything was neatly organized into its designated place as if you had lived there your whole life. You supposed a part of you did, a piece never entirely leaving the haunting red rock walls.

There was a thickness in the air. The heavy humidity clung to your skin, making you feel sticky and damp, sweat accumulating in the warmer parts of your body even with your thin nightgown. Your room was on the upper levels of the palace, overlooking the never-ending labyrinth of sandstone and mudbrick houses. The ones closest to the Keep had tile roofing. Thoughtfully crafted peaks sloped down to let water drain on the rare occasion it rained, but the further you looked, the more you saw that foresight was lost. Straw and flat stones comprised the cupolas as timber support beams stuck out of the foundation, built for longevity and not fashion.

You were mainly awake now, although sleep still clung to your eyelids. A leaf had snuck its way onto the railing before you, a crispy tan color with holes in its body, a sign of the changing seasons. You watched it drag across the intricately crafted banister before being swept away as quickly as it landed. A strong breeze brushed your bare legs, feeling it weave through your long gown; you pulled your silken robe tighter.

Your limbs controlled themselves as you moved to your chamber doors, slowly opening them as you peeked out. As you suspected, the guard was slumped over, the hour of the owl upon him as you slipped out. You still recalled your time in the guest wing, traversing the long hallways to your intended destination.

The leaf reminded you of your brief moments spent at the Godswood. Your fleeting moments had you longing for a genuine opportunity to appreciate the acre of land it stretched on. You never had enough time to truly understand the beauty of it while you were here, caught up in the constant rotation of lessons and duties before your legitimization.

Elm, alder, and black cottonwood grew there, looking over the Blackwater Rush. Your old Septa Mariam had explained the history of a Godswood. You could remember her lecture as you sat in the lesson room, staring longingly out of the pane-glass windows.

When the First Men converted to faith in the Old Gods, after the Pact between the Children of The Forest, they created Godswoods. They were groves within their castles and villages where a single Weirwood, also known as a Heart Tree, would be planted so the Gods could be worshipped. Each tree was carved with a face, said to have been done by The Children during the dawn, centuries before the First Men. Before the treaty was made, while the war was waged between the Children of The Forest and the First Men, they cut down every Weirwood they found. They thought the greenseers of the Children, who could influence plant life and have prophetic dreams, could see through the faces.

The most severe oaths and vows are said before the Heart Trees, believing you are standing before the Old Gods when you do. To break a promise that was noted in the presence of the Gods was a means to a fate worse than death. Septa Mariam did not believe that to be true, going as far as to demonize the unpopular faith for believing in what she said were false idols. The dedication of the Seven was the only truth to her.

You didn't care or know much about religion before being found, only knowing the Seven as that was the most common belief and what the people of Kings Landing practiced. You didn't believe something so transcendent could reside in such a lecherous place, but when you stepped into the Godswood for the first time in years, the wind blowing through your ebony hair, you couldn't help but feel everything was true.

Even in the heart of a secular city, you could feel the Old Gods watching with their unseen eyes, hidden within the rocks and the trees, settled into the blades of grass and dirt under your shoes. Their stares did not frighten you. Strangely, within their watchful gaze, you felt comforted. It felt mystical, a blanket of infinity enveloping your flesh in something otherworldly. You were welcomed in a place full of people who did not want you.

You walked to the Weirwood tree that stood ghastly in the darkness. Its bark was as pale as bone, its leafs as red as the blood coursing through your veins. The slender white branches shook in the autumn wind, the crimson foliage floating onto the sod beneath it.

You traced the tips of your fingers delicately across the truck, feeling its rough texture as you placed your forehead upon it. It had only been a short period in which you resided at the Red Keep, but your mind felt like it had been an eternity. You longed for the smell of brimstone and salt, a sulfuric scent no one besides Aegon the Conqueror was thought to enjoy. That scent was home to you, a place full of family, where you had fond memories of love and belonging. Your heart ached to see them again even though you had barely left.

You wished to ruffle your digits in Luke's curly brown hair, grab Jace by the scruff of his neck, rub your knuckles on his scalp, and pinch Joffrey's cherubic face until he swatted your hands away with his much smaller ones. You yearned to see your kin again. The people here that called themselves were anything but.

Peace had finally set into your limbs as you sighed through your parted lips, the isolation sinking into nothingness. You lowered yourself to the damp ground as you nestled between two winding roots and peered through the gaps of leaves above you, looking into the vast amounts of stars that twinkled in the darkness.

You thought about nothing anymore, staring into the sky as you heard the faint scraping of shoes. Assuming it was just a servant or perhaps a guard, you ignored them, breathing deep into your chest. The clatter of metal against stone rang through the night, disturbing your harmony. Barely audible sounds of dissatisfied rumblings caused you to sit up with a scowl, squinting to see the disturbance.

Almost imperceptibly, you saw the silhouette of a man bent over as he gathered a pitcher off the ground. You knew without a second thought who it was, debating with yourself if you should lend a hand. He seemed well enough as he scooped it up, stumbling to gather his footing. You settled back into your spot, sighing as you nestled your head back onto a pale root.

Just as your body had begun to slip into a relaxed state, the same piercing metal sound happened again, and you opened one unamused eye, sighing.

"Having difficulty?" you questioned with a snark into the night, not moving.

"Fuck," you heard him mumble, a dull thud following.

At that, you finally moved, propping yourself up on your elbows as you glared at him with a hooded gaze.

"Aegon, must I fetch your Mother?" you taunted, a wicked grin burning your cheeks.

Aegon snapped his head from his place on the ground towards you, a surprised look on his face. He believed you were in his mind at first. The cups he had lost himself in filled his head with thoughts of your gentle touch, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear as you whispered his name. He now knew it was the Arbor Red talking.

"I..." He staggered upwards, brushing his palms on his trousers, recovering quickly, much to your chagrin, "am perfectly well, dear heart."

Your stomach flipped for a reason you did not know. You didn't like how he spoke, uncomfortable with what they made you feel. It reminded you of something Rhaenyra would say, an intimate person you longed to be with again, as your eyes looked anywhere but at the drunken prince.

"You certainly appear so," you commented sarcastically, leaning more weight onto your elbows as you sighed. "Why are you awake, my Prince?" He did not indicate if he had heard you, only gazing into the vast acre of the Godswood.

Despite your voice's calm, almost emotionless tone, the flesh of your bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you sat up, pressing your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them. A short silence fell as Aegon gathered his bearings, stumbling over to you as you pulled your legs closer.

He stopped beside your slippered feet, staring at the shaking leaves above, some falling onto the soft grass as a cool breeze swept through the grounds. You couldn't understand why your toes curled at his presence, your hands suddenly sticky and uncomfortable and griping the hem of your nightgown. You wondered if he could sense it, your whole body tensing as he grew bored of the leaves and plopped next to you. You hoped he was too drunk to notice.

You swallowed thickly, the sound loud and audible as you picked at the blades of grass. Aegon didn't hear the loud clicking in your throat, focused on flipping the metal pitcher upside down as the last few drops of Arbor Red dripped onto his pink tongue. Unlike you, he seemed comfortable in the silence, quietly humming to himself as he wiped the excess drink with the back of his hand.

The guilt from how you treated Aegon when you found him crept up your spine, stinging your ears as your face burned at the memory. He was kind to you, albeit obstinate at times, but nothing terrible. He defended you before his mother, the Queen Consort of the Seven Kingdoms! On the other hand, you had spat such vile insults—words he did not deserve within such a vulnerable state. You regretted them deeply, but your pride refused to admit it aloud, your mouth opening and closing with slight intakes of breath as you fought to apologize.

"Why did you not return my letters?" Aegon abruptly asked, distracting you from your inner turmoil.

"I did not receive any."

And that was the truth. No raven from the Red Keep was ever directly for you until Queen Alicent. They were all intended for your mother, father, and the few Lords that spent their time at Dragonstone.

"Do not think me a fool," he spat without warning. "I sent you a letter every moon for a year, and even then, when you did not respond, I sent one to my half-sister, begging her for you to write to me." You stared at him bewildered, your mouth slightly agape as your heart sank. "I just..." he began, cutting himself off as his mouth became wet, "I only wanted to know if you were well. After everything that happened all those years ago, I would expect one to feel a need for comfort and companionship."

Aegon had no intention of belittling you; he only wanted to show you the compassion which you had been neglected of. Your instinct was to deny any need for sympathy, feeling offended that he thought you could not handle yourself, but you realized that was not the truth. The bitterness you harbored for his mother and grandfather had muddled together into a mess of resentment and rage for all who surrounded them, even those who had no part in it.

The moonlight reflected in his glassy eyes as you touched his cheek. You had never realized how pink and plump his lips were until they trembled in the silver lighting.

"I swear to you, Aegon, on the Seven, upon my late mother's grave, that I had no knowledge of the letters you sent me." You had to bite your tongue not to add that even if you did, you wouldn't have written to him anyways. The blinders of anger kept you from reason back then.

You saw how his face fell from the contorted pain your supposed rejection gave him to one of sad relief. "I must extend my apologies then," he said, attempting to move his cheek from your hold. You did not let him, leaning closer to him as you brought the other one to keep him in place.

"No, Aegon. It is I who must apologize." He stared at you in confusion, his light brown eyebrows furrowing together. Rubbing your thumb over the creases between them came naturally to you. You had done it with your brothers when they were upset, tracing over the lines and structure to calm them.

"Despite my lack of patience and disregard for you, you have continually shown your heart bare, and I..." you paused, willing your voice not to crack, "cannot thank you enough. You have only showered me with kindness and hospitality since I have stepped foot in Kings Landing. Even when I did not deserve it, you defended my honor so valiantly it would put my brothers to shame." You smiled, picturing Jace and Luke's faces as if they had heard the Queen call you a bastard. "Although I must admit my confusion surrounding your ravens. I never received any word from you, and I cannot fathom who would bar them from me."

You did have some ideas of who it was and why they did it, but it still upset you, even if you would have burned the letters anyway.

The tension in Aegon's brow loosened at the delicate swipes of your thumbs, shutting his bloodshot eyes in appreciation. He still looked the same boy you left for Dragonstone, though the dark circles on his porcelain skin were more prominent, and his hair was shorter. You watched him tuck his lower lip in his mouth, still quaking. You couldn't stop the way your hands slid back down his face, cupping his jaw in your palms as you tugged his wet lip from between the confines of his teeth, the dry pad of your finger sticking to the soft skin.

He opened his eyes at the movement, his violet irises nearly black to focus in the darkness. You gave a small smile, not fully stretching your face as you dropped your hands, finding his clenching the loose fabric of his trousers; his knuckles blanched as you took them in your own. You inhaled sharply to speak but thought better of it as you shuffled closer to Aegon, the fine hairs on your arm tickling his.

***

You weren't sure when you had fallen asleep within the Godswood, the birds chirping as the morning sun rose above the trees. Your back ached as you attempted to stretch your body, only to find the silver-haired head of a prince on your lap. You didn't remember inviting him to rest there, but you didn't wake him, his pouty lips slightly parted as he softly snored.

Aegon looked so sweet like this, like an innocent child who had yet to discover the atrocities of the world. Your fingers itched to run through his hair, to scrap his scalp until he purred into your touch. This was wrong, and you knew it, having the notoriously hedonistic prince lying like a babe on your plush thighs. You wondered what your father would do if he caught you.

The most obvious answer was that he would be furious, most likely at Aegon, and pull him by the short locks attached to his head and onto the ground. Deamon would spit pure venom from his lips, a fit of anger you had only ever seen him display once before, and then he would turn to you. He wouldn't say anything. He wouldn't need to. You could see everything he wanted to convey in his eyes. There would be a mix of frustration, confusion, and disappointment. You would explain what had happened and try to convince him his wrath was directed at the wrong person.

Aegon was just a byproduct of the people he hated, the green bitch and her cunt of a father, Daemon called them. You would explain that Aegon had no desire to rule nor the capability, even though he had not said that himself. Your father would argue that no man will turn away the opportunity to be the most powerful being in all the realm. Once Aegon understood he could have everything he desired, there would be no refusal. Would a man lost in the desert refuse a drink of water simply because it was not from the springs?

You would agree with your father. He was right, after all. He was always right. Daemon knew of the darkest wants everyone had. He could read people and bait them to reveal whatever he wanted them to. You admired him for that. It was a trait you hoped to possess eventually. You realized then that you needed to find something Aegon would covet more than unlimited power. You had to make him crave something more intoxicating.

A lump formed in your throat as you gazed down at the sleeping prince who had not stirred during your dissociation. You knew that only one thing could sway him from saying yes to the crown, and your eyes burned with tears at the thought.

You inhaled a shuttering breath, willing the water not to spill as you brought a shaking hand to Aegon's frizzy hair, running your fingers on his scalp.

"It is time to wake up, my Prince," you leaned into his ear, gently whispering. "The sun has risen, and there is much to do."

Aegon still refused to open his eyes. He groaned, rolling onto his side and shoving his face below your navel. You grinned, quietly laughing as you lifted his chin to meet your gaze.

The angle you moved him to caused his neck strain, a bright blue vein popping on his milky skin. You could almost see it throbbing as the flesh thinned. Your finger found its way to it, tracing the turquoise line that expanded from his jaw to his clavicle to where it joined the rest of his body. You caught his twinkling lilac eyes in your brown ones, the vessels within them no longer prominent as he blinked sleep away. Aegon sat up, shifting his body weight onto his palm as your finger stopped its movements on the stained undershirt he wore.

He said nothing as he moved to his knees, his free hand cupping the underside of your jaw in the juncture between his thumb and index. His touch was not quite as tender as yours was, squeezing the area tightly, almost as if he was afraid you would turn away. You felt your heart rate quicken, your lungs suddenly telling you to fill them with more air as his thumb stroked your chin, extending to expose the raw flesh from your nervous habit.

You didn't register that Aegon had moved, his face closer than what you would deem appropriate, as your lips quivered.

"You are shaking, little one," he stated, the gravel of his tired voice rumbling in your chest.

"I am?" you breathed, your body feeling powerless.

You wanted to be strong, as you were taught to be. Yank your face out of his grasp and dust off your dress as you left, but you couldn't. He made you weak. One look at his angelic face and your limbs were putty. Your eyes began to heat with tears again, your stomach fluttering with unfelt emotions.

"Princess," a man called from the entrance to the castle.

You jerked away faster than you thought possible, wobbling to your feet, lightheaded. It was only because you stood so quickly, nothing else.

"My Lady," one of the Cargyll twins stood, bowing his head stiffy as you approached him. "I was altered by her Grace Queen Alicent that there is to be a Council meeting at high noon. She wishes for you to attend."

"Thank you, Ser Erryk." A self-satisfied smirk curved your lips as you spoke, partially because you knew what Alicent had to do for you to be invited and the other because you had guessed to twin correctly based on how his blue eyes widened at the correct name. "If you have time, alter my maids that I wished to have a bath drawn. The air here is not what I am accustomed to."

"Why does Mother want her at a Council meeting Erryk," Aegon questioned too late, you already walking underneath the stone covering of the Keep.

You bristled at the informal way he addressed the knight, raising your eyebrows as you turned to watch the pair.

Ser Erryk was stiffer than you when you had spoken to Ser Criston Cole a few nights prior, tensing as Aegon came closer. "I am not certain of the reason, my Prince. It is not my place to question the Queen's decisions."

Aegon scoffed, stuffing his loose shirt into his pants to seem somewhat put together. He turned to you, his face asking if you wanted to spend hours deliberating with a bunch of stuffy, rich old Lords and his mother.

You made no protest like he had expected you would, remembering how much you disliked the small meetings you had to attend for your legitimization. He frowned deeply, childishly stomping as he sat on a wooden bench against a pale red rock wall.

"Do not sulk, Prince Aegon. It is unbecoming. I would hate for you to be in such a sour mood when we meet again." Your face and voice were stoic, but there was a light behind your eyes, only one that Aegon could see.

He crossed his arms, flipping his hair out of his vision as he continued to pout, though you swore you saw a hint of his smile ghost his lips as he turned away.

***

Once your maids of the Keep had brushed and washed your tangled hair, smoothing lavender and clary sage oils into the long strands and on your skin, they put the black tresses into a braided style similar to the one Visenya wore. It was simple yet regal, and when paired with the deep crimson of your dress, a golden three-headed dragon curling around the expanse of your breasts and wide neckline, it was sure to conjure the image you wanted—a fierce Targaryen princess born and bred of fire and blood.

The Small Council had to respect you in the sense of your rank, bowing and calling you a lady of the realm, but that was all pointless, nothing but supercilious words inside the Chamber. Lords would not adhere to the opinions of a woman, no matter if she was queen or not, and with Rhaenyra residing in her self-imposed isolation for the past years, neglecting her courtly duties, it only made things more arduous.

Your father had mentioned Grandsire appointing him to the Small Council in times past, but the positions always bored him. He felt the call to act while the other members sat and only wanted to debate. The world was moving faster than the Lords could discuss, and with how lawless Kings Landing was at the time, Daemon knew only action would fix it. He had created the Gold Cloaks, and after the night of bloodshed and savagery you had heard about when young, he was never allowed a chair again.

A guard had come for you when you were ready, leading you to the Council Chambers.

The doors were already open, and a few men sat discussing amongst themselves. You recognized one, heart-stopping and body freezing, his image forever seared into your memory. Ser Otto Hightower had greyed some, his hair was still the same wiry brown, curly beard brushed neatly as allowed, and hair slicked back with oil. The bronze hand pin poked proudly through his lapel's embroidered deep green fabric.

You felt your lungs shrink, refusing to let you inhale. Your chest began to hurt, your mouth becoming thick and your jaw quivering as you stood in the doorway, your presence so unimportant as not to go announced.

You couldn't think. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. All you could do was stare at the man who sentenced your loved ones to death. He shoved their heads on spikes and placed them on the battlements of the Red Keep for all to gawk and ogle. A punishment that was only served to those who betrayed the crown.

Everything seemed to move slower, your eyes focusing and unfocusing on the Lords surrounding the table. One laughed, a man with golden hair lifting his head back lightly to bellow one out. Another sniffled, wiping his nostril with his forefinger and running a hand through his thick beard before continuing his conversation with the nearly dying man beside him.

You were terrified, a fawn left alone in the woods, helpless to watch as a pack of wolves feasting on its mother's corpse. Your instinct was to run from the danger, run as far and as fast as your legs could carry you until all you could see was the top of the Tower of the Hand. You wanted your mother. You wanted your father. You wanted your brothers... You wanted your family. Why couldn't they be here with you? It was high time Rhaenyra took her place as the heir and ran the kingdom instead of the Hand, but she wasn't. She wouldn't. She felt her place was with her family on Dragonstone, eating candied lemon cakes and fish as she taught Jace High Valyrian, uncaring of her future simply because some Houses swore allegiance to her.

Daemon was wise to send you here without telling her. If he had, you were sure she would have attempted to impose her self-ideology and keep you on the volcanic island while Otto Hightower and his daughter continued to run the Seven Kingdoms in their vision.

"Her Grace, Queen Alicent of House Hightower."

Ser Harold Westerling's voice caused you to jump in fright, moving nearly three paces away from the door just in time for Alicent to make her entrance, her hands clasped together.

The Council members all stood from their chairs in respect for her title, but they couldn't help but wander away from the Green Queen and onto the Black Princess, dressed in rich Targaryen red and adorned with golden jewels. You caught the gaze of the black-bearded man, averting your eyes as you bowed to Queen Alicent. She only regarded you with a frown, like you were a frayed string on the seams of her emerald gowns.

She walked further into the Chamber, her back like an iron rod, as she sat at the farthest end of the table. The one meant for the King or the Hand, not the Queen. Her place conveyed a message to the entire room without words, and you made a small expression of disgust as you understood the meaning.

How many doubts for Rhaenyra's claim were planted by Alicent Hightower and not her father?

You finally comprehended how much you had underestimated her sway in the line of succession. You had thought Alicent still had some honor and sense of duty to do what was right, remembering how she could not stand Ser Otto's decision regarding Lyra and Sara. You were wrong. She was just as wicked and conniving as her father, a product of his greed and lust for power. The slight warmth you regarded for Alicent was gone.

During your displeased state of being, you realized that you had not taken the empty seat across from her at the other end of the table. The Lords stared at you, expecting you not to be told what to do as it was apparent. You brushed off their looks as you rolled your shoulders, straightening your posture and taking your place in the oversized wooden chair. A ball was already in its designed hole, reflecting a deep obsidian color as Queen Alicent began to speak.

"I am sure, my Lords, you are all curious about the presence of a new member," she paused, perched on the edge of her wooden seat as she placed her hands on the table. "Upon the orders of Princess Rhaenyra," Alicent lied as you narrowed your eyes at her, "she has sent her daughter as a ward to sit in her stead as the heir." The men all stared at her with wide eyes but kept their mouths shut, knowing it was not their place to question the child of the King.

She nodded to you, signaling she was finished with her short introduction and was allowing you to speak. You flashed a smile at the shocked looks of the grown men, and they all stiffened, a bolt of fear running through them as they saw Daemon sitting before them.

"My mother does send her sincerest regards for neglecting her duty for so long. As many of you know, she has been with child consistently these past years and has felt it unsafe to travel for her and a babe. Most of you sitting here are fathers yourself and I am certain you can understand how tumultuous childbirth can be." You placed your hands on your womb, looking down at the mahogany table with a slightly sad but wistful look, pretending to swallow tears back as you discreetly glanced up to see their reactions.

You had to hold back a snort as they all shared solemn looks, no doubt remembering how the former Queen had lost her life. All men were the same when it came to it, hypocrites and easy to fool with a few sighs and batting of lashes.

"As her Grace mentioned, I am here in her place, and the Princess expects you to extend the same treatment as you would to the heir of the Iron Throne. She has entrusted me with upholding her opinions and desires on matters of the realm." You raised your head, the sorrowful look you had passed now gone as you met each pair of eyes surrounding you. "And I intend to uphold them with unwavering devotion."

Leaning back in your seat, you signaled that you were finished with the introduction, resting your fingers on the shiny obsidian ball before you, but you were not done with your words.

"I realize that it has been some time since our King has set foot in these chambers," you traced the cool orb with your digits. "I, regretfully, have only heard on parchment of his health and wish to be informed of his most recent state."

It felt like all the men could do was stare at you, unable to form coherent thoughts with the upheaval in the order of things. The hand was the first to speak, unsurprisingly.

"The King is well and sends his regards for being unable to attend today. His health has continued steady progress." You kept your eyes down, waiting for the lies to ensue. "Now, I wish to speak on the matters we discussed yesterday of the outdated infrastructure of the Royal Sept. The benches are-"

A scoff left your mouth before you could catch it, interrupting Lord Hightower. "The well-being of the King is not as important as remodeling a sept?" You asked rhetorically, looking at Otto incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"Princess," he spoke to you condescendingly, as if you were a fool, "if you wish to inquire about the King's health, I suggest you visit him yourself. We have matters to discuss that you are unaware of due to your sudden attendance."

Otto had practically just told you to silence yourself in much more elegant words. You could barely contain the rage that shook your bones at his rudeness, wanting to jump across the table and strangle him until he turned blue. Instead, you clenched your jaw, settling him with a stare that would kill.

"The King's health is a matter of continued discussion. Should he not be here today? Sitting across from me with his golden crown? Our utmost desire should be to bring King Viserys back to his former self. I believe that takes precedent over the benches in the Royal Sept."

"Your Grace," the frail man spoke, his voice shaking from use during his decades of life. "I am Grand Maester Mellos. I see to the Kings in matters of his health." You nodded to him, waiting for him to continue, his words slow. "I can say with certainty that our King only proceeds to regain more strength and vigor that he had only possessed in his youth." You saw Alicent shift her hands into her lap, focusing on them instead of the old man. "You need not trouble yourself with handled matters."

"Good," you replied with a polite smile, quickly replacing your irritated demeanor as you looked over to Ser Otto. "I will be sure to see him attending the meetings soon, then."

Alicent twitched, her lips tightly pursing as she inhaled deeply. You relaxed lazily in your seat, the wood creaking as you become comfortable in her discomfort. Her anxiety only solidified your conclusion as you saw her pick her nails. They were lying.

You were silent the rest of the two hours the boring lords spoke. Your father's opinion was correct about the dullness of things. It was all frivolous discussion about updating the castle and Sept, replacing the "out dated" tapestries with more modern ones to showcase the future and wealth of House Targaryen. No action. Just talk. You knew that now more than ever, you were needed. If not for the sake of your family's claim, then for the sake of the realm.

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clouseplayssims · 1 year ago

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So I've mentioned it before but I'm taking part in the DOTY 2024 competition over on SimPearls because it looked like fun. I feel like I'm not really a typical designer over there because I love chaos, maximalism, and telling a story with the space, but it's helping me learn to pare things back.

Anyway, for round 1 the prompt was "NAPOLI - NAPLES - THE CITY OF ARTS

Signor Giovanni lives in an historic villa in Naples. He wanted to honor his ancestors by turning his house into a private collection museum. We are going to design for him an impressive entry (hallway) as a statement for his collection. He will allow exhibits anywhere on the premises, except for a small space that he intent to use himself as residence."

Required: double door, windows only on the selected wall, staircase (located anywhere), moldings, art piece, seating area, place for coats/hats/umbrellas

Optional: archways

There were some inspiration images included as well. One of them featured iron railing which I immediately knew I wanted in my entry way and there was also a piano shown and a prominent sculpture piece. The floors were also tile laid in a pattern.

I set up walls and sculptures so when you "looked" through the archways you'd see the beginnings of the mentioned museum collection. Overall in terms of layout I do regret the giant sculpture in the center of the room because it made taking screenshots difficult. I also completely forgot about the view from the outside!

For the seating area I went simple, two leather chairs set up by the stairs. The dog illustrations I imagine weren't "nice enough" for the collection but were perhaps drawn by one of Signor Giovanni's relatives. I included the roomba because I built him up in my head as an older man who was tired of trying to keep the marble floors nice and shiny.

I like the piano near the stairs as it fits the inspiration image, and I tried to use portraits featuring people of different decades who could feasibly be related. The woman and man here are meant to be Signor Giovanni's parents.

As for where the money came from I like to think they were involved in shipping, hence the giant fish statue and the framed ship painting.

This painting is meant to be Signor Giovanni's grandmother, hence the different style. This shot also was to show the coat rack and umbrella stand from another angle, just in case.

When searching for Tuscan-styled homes I saw a lot of mixed natural materials, like marble, wood, and glass, which is why I selected the wood/glass table in the corner by the chaise. As you can see the background is NOTHING because I'm a goose. You also can't really see the room that well from this angle because of our giant goldfish friend.

#doty competitions outakes #I guess?

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stylemydwell · 25 days ago

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Framed vs. Frameless: Which Mirror Style is Best for Your Melbourne Home?

Mirrors do more than just reflect your image—they reflect your style. Whether you’re in a modern Docklands apartment or a Victorian terrace in Fitzroy, choosing between framed and frameless mirrors can drastically influence the aesthetics of your space. So, which mirror style suits your Melbourne home best? Let’s break it down.

🖼️ The Case for Framed Mirrors

Framed mirrors are timeless classics. They bring character, depth, and design to any room. From ornate gold-leaf frames to sleek black matte finishes, the frame itself becomes a statement piece.

✅ Benefits:

Adds texture and color to neutral walls

Offers a wide range of styles (vintage, industrial, coastal)

Works well in bedrooms, entryways, and living rooms

Great for tying in with furniture or trim colors

💡 Melbourne Tip: In heritage homes around Carlton or Hawthorn, a framed mirror with antique detailing perfectly complements period features.

✨ The Allure of Frameless Mirrors

Frameless mirrors offer a minimalist and clean aesthetic—ideal for modern and contemporary homes. With no border, the mirror feels lighter and seamlessly blends with your wall.

✅ Benefits:

Visually enlarges small spaces (great for inner-city apartments)

Sleek and sophisticated look

Easy to clean and maintain

Perfect for bathrooms and minimalist interiors

💡 Melbourne Tip: Frameless mirrors look stunning in modern homes across Southbank and Richmond where glass, stone, and clean lines dominate design choices.

🏠 So, Which One Is Right for You?

Choose Framed Mirrors if:

You want to make a statement

Your space leans toward traditional, eclectic, or cozy

You want to highlight existing decor themes

Choose Frameless Mirrors if:

You love simplicity and openness

You have a smaller or ultra-modern space

You want the mirror to "disappear" and let light or tile work shine

🔍 Final Thoughts

Whether you go framed or frameless, mirrors are a powerful tool in home design—amplifying light, enhancing style, and expanding visual space. The best choice depends on your home’s style, size, and vibe.

#Melbourne Furniture #MirrorDesign #InteriorStyleMelbourne #FramedVsFrameless #HomeDecorMelbourne #MirrorTrends2025 #SmallSpaceStyle #ModernHomeDesign

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sassyexpertnut123 · 26 days ago

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Personalized Glass UV Printing Solution for Homes & Offices

In the ever-evolving world of interior design and modern architecture, personalization has become the key to creating spaces that truly reflect individual style and brand identity. As design preferences move toward sleek, elegant, and functional solutions, glass has emerged as a preferred medium for both homes and offices. Leading the innovation in this space is Albasira, a Dubai-based company renowned for its stunning Glass Rooms Dubai and cutting-edge Glass UV Printing services.

Albasira’s Glass UV Printing solution transforms ordinary glass surfaces into customized works of art, offering limitless possibilities for creative expression, branding, and aesthetic enhancement. Whether it’s a glass partition in a corporate office or a decorative panel in a luxury home, UV printing adds a new layer of sophistication and personal touch to any space.

What Is Glass UV Printing?

Glass UV printing is a high-tech method of printing directly onto glass surfaces using ultraviolet (UV) light to cure or dry the ink as it is printed. This allows for vibrant, high-resolution images that are durable, scratch-resistant, and resistant to fading over time.

Unlike traditional printing, UV printing bonds the ink directly to the glass surface, offering a seamless finish with rich color depth. It can be used on clear, frosted, or even textured glass—making it ideal for everything from office branding to interior décor elements.

Benefits of Glass UV Printing for Homes and Offices

Whether you're an interior designer, business owner, or homeowner, Albasira’s Glass UV Printing opens up a wide array of creative and functional opportunities:

1. Limitless Customization

From nature-inspired patterns to company logos and abstract art, UV printing allows you to personalize glass panels with any design you can imagine. It brings your vision to life with striking detail and clarity.

2. Enhanced Aesthetics

UV-printed glass panels add a modern, premium look to interiors. They can be used as feature walls, doors, partitions, splash backs, or decorative elements, instantly upgrading the visual appeal of the space.

3. Durability

Unlike surface decals or stickers, UV-printed glass maintains its design integrity over time. The print is bonded to the glass, making it long-lasting, fade-resistant, and easy to maintain.

4. Functional Art

Glass UV printing doesn’t just look good—it can also provide privacy (when printed with opaque or frosted designs) while still allowing natural light to flow through. It’s a brilliant combination of form and function.

Albasira: Where Innovation Meets Elegance

As a pioneer in architectural glass solutions, Albasira has built a strong reputation in Dubai for their premium glass installations, including their popular Glass Rooms Dubai. With the introduction of Glass UV Printing, the company expands its expertise into the world of artistic glass transformation, bringing added value to clients looking for custom-designed glasswork.

Albasira uses state-of-the-art UV printers capable of printing full-color, high-definition graphics with stunning accuracy. Whether it’s a single pane of art glass or a large-scale project for a corporate building, the team ensures perfection in every detail.

Where Can UV Printed Glass Be Used?

The applications of Glass UV Printing are virtually limitless. Here are a few ways Albasira clients are incorporating it into their spaces:

Residential Use

Kitchen Splashbacks: Replace traditional tiles with printed glass backsplashes for easy cleaning and stylish design.

Wardrobe Doors: Add character to bedrooms with custom glass wardrobe panels.

Bathroom Partitions: Waterproof and elegant, printed glass makes for stunning bathroom dividers and shower screens.

Feature Walls: Turn your living room or hallway into an art gallery with custom-printed glass panels.

Commercial & Office Use

Office Partitions: Reinforce your brand identity with logo-printed or creatively designed office dividers.

Reception Areas: Make a bold first impression with a printed glass front desk or background wall.

Retail Stores: Use UV-printed glass for displays, signage, and decorative elements.

Conference Rooms: Add professionalism and creativity to your space with unique glass walls or door designs.

Each piece is printed with precision, ensuring that both aesthetic and practical needs are met.

Sustainable, Safe & Smart

Albasira not only focuses on innovation but also ensures that their solutions are safe and eco-friendly. The UV inks used in their printing process are non-toxic and produce no volatile organic compounds (VOCs), making them safe for indoor use. The printing process also minimizes waste and allows for short-run, on-demand production—making it both efficient and environmentally responsible.

Additionally, the glass panels used for printing can be toughened and laminated for added safety, especially in commercial environments or areas where safety glass is required.

A Perfect Pairing: Glass Rooms and Printed Glass

For those already interested in Albasira’s high-end Glass Rooms Dubai, the Glass UV Printing solution is the perfect complement. Imagine sitting in your elegant glass room, surrounded by personalized art printed directly onto the walls, doors, or even ceiling panels. It adds depth, emotion, and uniqueness to the entire space—making it truly one-of-a-kind.

Conclusion: Redefine Your Space with Albasira

With Glass UV Printing, Albasira is pushing the boundaries of what’s possible in modern glass design. Whether you’re looking to enhance your home with artistic panels or create a branded atmosphere in your office, Albasira delivers both vision and value.

Choose Albasira for solutions that combine innovation, beauty, and function—where every piece of glass becomes a canvas, and every design tells a story.

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tameblog · 1 month ago

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I am a serial home rearranger. This has been the case since I was young — on several occasions during my teenage years at home, my parents would come into my bedroom to find it completely reconfigured: bed moved to the other side of the room, chest of drawers swapped to the opposite wall, and so on... This has continued to be the case throughout my adult life, only now there are more rooms for me to change (much to my husband's dismay).Some of the changes I make are small and easy (and free or inexpensive), but then there are much more radical changes I would like to make that need to be put on a wishlist to revisit in some years to come (difficult, expensive ones — I do not like my kitchen...). Working in the interiors industry means being abreast of all the latest interior design trends, which often has me re-looking at my design and decorating choices of years gone by, with my personal taste seemingly changing as quickly as the trends.Whether you've recently moved into a home and have a list of things you'd like to change or whether you've simply changed your mind about something you once liked before, we've all been there. And so have the experts. Here, three interior designers shared with me the one thing they would change about their home and why — and it might help you make that decision you've been pondering in your own home.Adding an En-Suite to the Primary BedroomThis stunning ensuite bathroom was designed by Georgina Wilson for one of her clients.(Image credit: Dave Wheeler. Design: Georgina Wilson)Georgina Wilson, founder and principal architect at Georgina Wilson Associates, revealed that the one thing she would change about her home would be to add an ensuite to her primary bedroom."Our home is a terrace house, so we have limited space. I prioritized giving each of my children an individual bedroom over giving myself an ensuite bathroom. For this house, I still feel that this was the right decision, but if I could have just a few extra square meters, I’d use them for a bathroom of my own! As it stands, I share the main bathroom with the whole family of five. With three teenagers in the house, it gets a bit pressured at times!"There are always pros and cons that come with the design decisions we need to make, and sometimes, there are things we would like to change in our homes that are just not going to be possible — we can but dream!Georgina WilsonArchitectural DesignerGeorgina is the founder and principal designer at Georgina Wilson Associates. She is an award-winning registered architect with more than 25 years’ experience designing residential and commercial spaces that blend beauty and functionality in meaningful ways. She believes that a home should not only be visually captivating but should also enhance everyday living. Steal the Look Kheops 100% Egyptian Combed Cotton Terry Bath Towel The orange towel in the ensuite bathroom Georgina designed above really pops against the gold hardware and blue bathroom tiles — steal the look with this 100% Egyptian combed cotton towel by Kheops; softness and style in one. Design a Larger Utility RoomA utility room of dreams! Irene Gunter's design marries form and function beautifully.(Image credit: Mary Wadsworth. Design: Irene Gunter)For Irene Gunter, the founder and creative director of interior design studio, Gunter & Co, the one aspect of her home that she wishes she had been braver with was prioritizing more space for her utility room.The Livingetc newsletter is your shortcut to the now and the next in home design. Subscribe today to receive a stunning free 200-page book of the best homes from around the world."I would have chosen to have one less en-suite bathroom and instead have a larger laundry room. This is something I've come across several times when holidaying in Austria, and although it did cross my mind, I was never quite brave enough to go for it (I always worried the space would be littered with laundry) but now I think that giving each child their own bathroom at the expense of a pokey laundry room is really doing myself a disservice."At the end of the day, we make decisions for our homes based on what we feel is most needed or desired at the time, but sometimes, it's not until you're using each of the spaces day in and day out that you realise a different configuration might actually have been more beneficial.Irene GunterCreative DirectorIrene Gunter is the founder and creative director of London-based interior design studio, Gunter & Co. Irene's favorite projects involve working hand-in-hand with her clients, getting to know them on a personal level so that she can better understand their values and how they live their lives to create a space for them that perfectly suits their needs. Steal the Look The Cotswold Company Palm Leaf Seagrass Storage Basket Add organized interest to your utility storage ideas with these baskets from The Cotswold Company. Handwoven, natural, and durable, they are a modern and practical solution to laundry clutter. Explore More With Dramatic ColorsCaroline Milns decorated the hallway in her home using bold colors to make this a standout space.(Image credit: Interior Design by Zulufish)Caroline Milns, head of interior design at Zulufish, a London-based interior and architectural studio, would like to explore and introduce more dark, striking color schemes in more spaces throughout her home, following the transformation of her hallway [above]. Zulufish studio is based in the extension of her Chiswick home, where they regularly have client meetings."During these visits, we often take the opportunity to give a tour of our home, showcasing how specific architectural and interior design elements come to life. It’s incredibly rewarding to demonstrate how certain details work in real life, and it allows us to experiment with different finishes and combinations to be able to share our experience and insight with clients."When transforming the hallway, she "replaced the soft, muted gray walls and ceiling with a bold, decorative wallpaper from 1838 Wallcoverings, which is paired with a vibrant tangerine orange trim from Samuel and Sons. The trim runs across the framework of the paneling, adding depth and emphasising the architectural details. To complete the look, we painted the ceiling in Little Greene’s Mid Azure Green, a rich, deep teal, creating a cocooning and welcoming atmosphere. [...] I love how the hallway creates a 'wow' moment as you enter."Decorating with color, especially bold color choices, can be a relatively low lift change but with big impact results. Plus, experimenting with paint is something that can easily be changed if, further down the line, you decide to change your mind again.Caroline MilnsInterior DesignerCaroline is the head of interior design at Zulufish, an interior design consultancy and award-winning architectural design and build practice based in London. She has over 25 years of experience at the cutting edge of design and interiors, working on both residential and commercial projects. Caroline firmly believes that good design can transform not only your home or workspace but also your mental health and quality of life. Steal the Look Little Greene Mid Azure Green™ Sample Pot This is the exact color Caroline used to paint her hallway ceiling, pictured above. I love the depth of this green and how well it pairs with the other colors used in the scheme — it brings the space together perfectly. It's safe to say that we all have parts of our home we would like to tweak and change, but that's the nature of 'home' — our personal needs and interests change over time, and our homes tell the story of that journey.As much as there are things we decide we'd like to change, there are also those special parts of our home that give us a little 'hug' whenever we're in them — and on that note, here are some interior designers' favorite home corners. Source link

#HOME_DECOR #CHANGE #DESIGNERS #HOMES #INTERIOR #REVEAL

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ramestoryworld · 1 month ago

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