#honestly i am this close to just writing about the devereaux curse and the dramatic retelling of it

[reireichu]

We’ll forever have the scars.

V. the last of a dying breed.

In the old country, they were once closer to kings than to men. What are kings without country though.

Jaehaerys and Alysanne managed to save the tapestries, the books, paintings and vases. Jewels and gold were useful, to spell out some wealth but to trade for brick and mortar, for the castle they now call their family home.

Their real home, Alysanne told him, it was marble floors, and with a tower that pierced into the sky. We looked over it all, and we were at the top of the world.

That was the old country, that was when they were closer to kings and one could only wish to be worthy.

So Part V took me way longer than I wanted, and probably because I think writing Daemon in this setting after having been through what he’s put himself and everyone else around him through just makes me want to scratch the skin off myself and take a shower.

There’s just so much squick.

Also, no, I geographically cannot locate ‘the old country’.

How the fuck did Daemon get a chapter in a FIC ABOUT AEGON????????

GOOD GOD I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING AEGON AGAIN.