#lcerys

[heireign]

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SILVARIO HAEN. sailor turned lyseni merchant prince who sided with king stannis baratheon in the war of the five kings. her husband, in her main asoiaf verse in which she, viserys and daenerys are all in exile in essos. it was a match that was made with the assistance of illyrio mopatis, one of his initial displays of proof of his loyalty to the young viserys iii, and to house targaryen, and an attempt to gain his trust while the three stayed in essos for a few months in the late months of 292. prince silvario offered the young king a large sum of gold in exchange for the hand of his twin sister, and swore his support and loyalty to him as the true king of the seven kingdoms. yet after viserys died and it became clear that his wife had no wish to press whatever claim she might have had as the elder of the remaining children of king aerys and queen rhaella, the arrival of ser davos seaworth, a man who he had crossed paths with a few times during his days as a sailor before the death of his elder brothers made him take up his place as the head of the family - davos, who came searching for allies in support of the claim of stannis baratheon, placed his suit before silvario and he was definitely considering an allegiance with the man. though silvario, though ambitious, became rather careful about to whom he would pledge his gold and time and men, after the death of viserys iii. he wanted to meet the man in person before he made a decision. taking his wife and children with him across the narrow sea to dragonstone, to meet with the man.

he and rhaenyra married in the early months of 293AC, at which point she moved to lys with him after a very difficult goodbye from her younger sister, daenerys, who she wasn't sure if she would ever get the chance to see again. their marriage was ? he approached it very clinically, very pragmatically in a way that did not make adjusting to such an abrupt seemingly final change any easier ( re: leaving behind the only family she's ever had and the only real home she's ever known within said family even though ? they didn't have a steady home for long ) he was polite enough, and cordial enough, but it was very much an arranged marriage, and she had to come to terms with the fact she was never going to feel the sort of connection that she wanted with someone. she never went without any material comforts, she never went without a guard anywhere, but there was never any genuine romantic love between them. there was respect, as the years went on, but there wasn't love there. she did her duty where her marriage was concerned and spent most of her time prior to the marriage of her younger sister, and the on set of the war of the five kings, tending to her boys and running the manse that they lived in's household. she had heavy reservations with the choice to get involved with westerosi politics at all, before they had sailed, but he had been set on it, and so they had done it.

they have three children together. baelon ( born in late 293 AC ), andro ( born in late 294AC ), and lysaro ( born in 296AC ), who are five, four, and two during the initial events of the song of ice and fire story, who turn six, five, and three during it, and who at the end of a dance with dragons are ? seven, six and four. baelon was the only one of her first three children that she was able to name, and who she named after a famed targaryen prince who claimed ? the dragon of the conqueror visenya, and who was nicknamed ' the brave'. she wanted him to be brave, and strong, and good. she wanted to be able to protect her children from whatever was to come, because she didn't ? she didn't know how true her twin's claims that they were constantly being hunted by hired knives of the usurper were, but she also didn't doubt it, either, and she did not want to risk the disastrous, devastating result of what could have happened if she was lax and they were attacked, and she lost them. she taught them to defend themselves, and to defend each other above absolutely all, above such things like ambition and the constant seemingly never ending pass-time of the nobility grappling for power. she taught them her family history, she told them stories of the days where dragons were, and when they were able to soar the skies upon them and what it meant to bond to them. she told them all about her mother rhaella, and what she remembered of her older brother and her good sister, elia. she told them about their cousins rhaenys and aegon. about rhaenys' little cat balerion.

[worthyheir]

@lcerys / Team Green AU Starter Call X

The resemblance is there, clear as day to anyone, to the brother he had been less than a year apart from in age. So far from the appearance of their mother, or their long deceased 'father', it is a wonder there was no outrage over it before. Though, he had heard of one incident, shortly after his own disappearance, where it had been called into question, and another more recently, when the succession to Driftmark had been called into question. He had learned a great deal over what he had missed in the past near twelve years, even before he had set foot back on Westerosi land.

He was no Prince, no heir, no anything here any longer, and even the boy before him was not like to be one after what he had proclaimed. The dragon had given his words their validity, his appearance adding to it, though he had little memory of his time in the Red Keep before. His next spoken words, publicly, in front of many, had been to renounce any claim he might have, on account of his and his own brothers' bastardy, thus defaming both Lucerys and Joffrey, neither of whom he remembered more than just as a name and a cloudy memory, lost to the time apart and the young age he had been when he had been taken.

"Are you here to appeal to some notion of brotherly love? Some long lost belief that perhaps I remember you so clearly that I will change my mind? Steer the ships back to where I was before, and maybe stay and fight for your mother?" There is no claim of his own, there. His dragon is larger than that of Lucerys, perhaps because one had spent most of it's life stuck within a pit or a cave, while his own had been known to fly freely, but not by much. And, as loath as he is to admit it, there is a piece of him that would lament drawing blood or seeing flames this meeting. Perhaps not the next. "I am only here for the gold promised. Had you approached me with a similar offer, and I not been a forgotten ghost of your house, I might have flown Black banners instead of Green."

[forgaeven]

it has been a few days since – neith has not seen lucerys velaryon. just as well, she supposes. who would entertain the former handmaiden of a mad, delirious, and fallen queen ? the one who wears with her the skin of a dornishwoman, in her the blood of the traitorous, silent martell ? her proposal had been preposterous, so of course the dragon-born would not have considered it. foolish, she thinks, walking down the halls from where she has cleaned queen halaena's apartment for the umpteenth time.

until, a shadow –

❛⠀your grace,  ❜ surprise wraps itself around her tone. neith halts her hurried footsteps at the sight of him, the cleaning tools adjusted more firmly on her hips as she does.

@lcerys ♡'d mini starter call !

[vermaxs-archive2]

the rumble of vermax's call is a familiar thing, singing for jacaerys from where he lingers further up the grey stoned beach and away from the lapping shore that licks at the young prince's boots. in another life, arrax would return that call— but the broken pieces of him, the great beast that carried jacaerys' brother, had washed up on these very shores he treads now.

" gīda, vermax. " jace speaks the noble tongue of valyrian as he wanders further from the creatures side, and along the beach towards a row of shacks and homes that despite first glance, stand strong against the rolling storms that often affronted the area- pelted by rain and even hail. he doesn't expect to find any sign of his brother here, his remains likely swept to the bottom of the sea with the rest of arrax, but he can't help but hope—

if they could just find him. if they could burn him like they burned their ancestors and lay him to rest as a velaryon and a targaryen should, maybe their mother's heart might be put to an easier rest. maybe his own could be quelled of the growing rage that saw sleepless nights sowed in both past and present.

instead what he finds amidst the growing fog, rolling in from the sea with the scent of salt heavy in it's draft, is a figure— slight and small. a child. a familiar child that can't be more than a ghost ... a ghost of jacaerys' grief, sorrow, and desperation. for that child before him, dressed in clothes unbefit of his station, is his little brother.

is lucerys velaryon.

" luke? "

@lcerys liked for a starter, from the starter call posted here.

[wintearys]

@lcerys asked: ❝ you look well, but…tired. ❞ ( to viserys i )

He   laughs   at   that.   Tired,   aye,   he   had   been   tired   for   a   while   now.   His   body   slowly   betraying   him   and   sickness   seems   to   be   growing   more   with   the   years   despite   the   maesters   promising   he   would   live   long   and   prosper.   His   brother   once   said   to   never   trust   the   Maesters,   and   perhaps   he   was   right.   Perhaps   this   is   his   punishment   for   making   that   ill   advised   decision   for   his   son,   who   only   lived   a   few   hours   and   then   his   Aemma   was   gone.   "I   been   thinking   a   lot   these   days.   Wondering   if   this   is   how   Balerion   felt,   in   his   last   days."  

He   had   felt   blessed,   that   the   dragon   had   chosen   him   as   his   last   rider,   as   his   last   bonded   Valyrian.   The   beast   barely   flew   and   when   he   did,   it   was   short   and   sweet   and   he   spend   most   of   his   days   taking   care   of   his   dragon,   singing   to   him   until   he   passed   on,   in   peace.   "I   wonder   if   I   will   feel   as   peaceful   as   he   did,   when   I   die.   I   felt   it.   So   many   years,   he   was   ready   to   go."   But   is   he   ready?   Is   Rhaenyra   ready?   It   feels   that   a   fine   thread   holds   the   House   Targaryen   together   most   days.   

[myrc3lla-a]

"Never   seen   a   dragon   so   up   close   before."   The   lady   speaks   with   ease,   a   smile   upon   her   features   as   she   hopes   she   can   ease   a   conversation   with   the   Prince.   Her   grandfather   might   be   all   too   keen   on   her   getting   close   to   any   of   the   princes   but   Prince   Lucerys   seems   more   than   anything,   sullen.   "Mother   is   against   it,   but   I   been   learning   some   Valyrian,   though   I   heard   they   only   listen   to   Targaryens.   Is   that   true,   my   Prince?"   If   that   was   the   case,   Myrcella   would   gladly   remain   at   a   safe   proper   distance   from   the   creatures.  

She   had   not   desire   to   burn   from   dragonfire   simply   because   she   was   too   reckless   to   think   the   creature   would   like   her.   Perhaps   it   would   think   of   her   as   a   good   hearted   girl,   or   perhaps,   it   would   know   her   family's   history   and   intentions   and   think   ill   of   her.   Either   way,   emerald   eyes   look   over,   as   her   hands   rest   at   the   crook   of   her   back.   "Do   they   have   friends   in   the   Pit?" @lcerys

[roseguided-arch]

@lcerys ASKED, “ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈… 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕? ” (𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂)

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 onto her brother ? her brother who has grief of his own, anger of his own, regrets of his own. they’re all suffering this loss, they’re all feeling it, so why place more on his shoulders ? lucerys might argue that he’s her brother, it was his job, but visenya didn’t feel it was right. holding it is wasn’t either, but what other choice did she have ? ( it was her who wore the crown now. her who the realm looked toward for the future—a woman sitting the iron throne after a bloody civil war over the same thing. the only difference is there was no one else alive left to take it & she’d promised aegon follow her upon her death. ) body faces outward toward the ocean, a breeze ruffling her hair. for a moment she doesn’t turn, visenya can’t see the look in luke’s eyes yet. ; the need to appear strong, despite not being it in any way right now, pressed into the back of her mind . . she is the first ruling queen in her own name, she cannot be seen as weak for vultures would come for her ! ❛ what would you have me tell you, brother ? ❜ she asks, voice tired. turning, visenya faces him & eyes are just as tired. ❛ that i wish it had been me & not mother ? how i begged aegon to take me instead ? ❜ it will haunt her forever. jaw clenched: ❛ this crown should be mothers, not mine. i-i . . have to be strong now, i cannot be seen as weak. they would take any opportunity to kill me to put aegon in my stead. he is but a boy, not ready to be king. ❜ words run together a little as if the idea of aegon not having her, or any of them, was near panic inducing.

[heireign]

@lcerys,

" If you go, you go as messengers, not as knights, " she told them. " you must take no part in any fighting. " not until both boys had sworn solemn oaths upon a copy of The Seven Pointed Star would Her Grace consent to using them as her envoys ( ... ) Luke's missing would be shorter and safer.

ARRAX FELL, broken, to be swallowed by the storm-lashed waters of the bay. his head and neck washed up beneath the cliffs below Storm's End three days later ( ... ) Lucerys Velaryon died with his dragon, Munkun insists, this is undoubtedly correct. The prince was thirteen years of age. His body was never found. And with his death, the war of ravens and envoys and marriage pacts came to an end, and the war of fire and blood began in earnest. ON DRAGONSTONE, QUEEN RHAENYRA COLLAPSED WHEN TOLD OF LUKE'S DEATH.

[worthyheir]

Do you still have your first blog / URL? Do you plot a ship or see where it goes?

Munday Meme / @lcerys

I do not have my first blog. On tumblr, I started writing in the Glee RPC (embarrassing) and I did look for a couple of my other old blogs and some of them do still exist on this hellsite which is even more embarrassing, but my OG RP blog is erased from existence, and thank fucking god. Thankfully, I could only remember three urls, and only two still exist.

I like plotting a ship in some ways, and seeing where it goes in others. Like I definitely like plotting important parts of a ship (when would they kiss first, when would they propose, when would they be wed, when would they have children, what would they name their children, etc.) but I also like winging the less like big life decisions that sometimes also LEAD to do those decisions.

[forgaeven1]

her head remains bowed.

if her brother had witnessed this, he would have shook himself with fury; he would have demanded, quite justly, of respect to be shown with which house martell deserves  — they are the folks who do not bend, after all. they are the unbowed, the unbroken. but he is not here. he has not been with her since neith had been sent to king's landing; the last memory neith had had of qoren martell was his fierce brown eyes, breaking apart as he holds her for the last time. he had spoken in their mixed language of rhoynar and common tongue, telling her to be careful. to call for him, for anything she may need.

she has, and yet dorne remains stubborn from siding with any faction as the rest of the seven kingdoms break, and burn, under targaryen's hefty thumbs. neith likes to believe she does not resent them, that she is not capable of unreasonable resentment, the sort she had seen her ancestors passed from one generation to the next. when she had arrived in king's landing, bright-eyed and young, years ago, she had naively thought that their houses could be joined; these children of the dragons and her, a daughter of the sand, could be friends. it would have been the beginning of a new teaching, of a new age.

the slaughter of prince jaehaerys changed that.

she does not resent. she does not want to, but neith's eyes remain on the floor. her voice is mechanical, cold. she used to dance through these halls once; her queen helaena, then princess, had clapped along, joyous, despite the foreign beat and rhythm neith had represented. they were girls together, however briefly. those are gone now, as well, with her queen on spikes. ❛ — your side have won. will you spare the princess jaehaera ? ❜

@lcerys — starter call

[isefyres-archive]

@lcerys asked: And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition? (to larra)

She   almost   does   not   understand   him.   She   had   resisted   to   learn   the   common   tongue   of   Westeros   even   when   she   arrived   to   the   realm.   She   was   almost   forced   upon   it   when   Viserys   had   told   her   so,   but   still,   all   she   can   think   of   is   how   it   lacks   tact.   But   the   boy   surely   knows   Valyrian,   does   he   not?   So   instead,   she   decides   to   speak   in   that,   a   common   ground   having   found.  

"Conscience   does   not   exist   in   a   war,   Young   Prince.   Are   women   creatures   of   ambition   or   made   so   by   their   father's."   Lys   are different.   Women   have   more   freedom   but   here,   she   is   looked   like   a   wild   creature,   down   to   the   clothes   she   wears,   and   what   she   refuses   or   not   to   eat   and   listen   to.   If   she   had   decided,   perhaps   she   would   have   not   taken   Viserys   as   a   husband,   she   would've   taken   a   Lyseni   Prince   and   remain   home.   Her   family   had   other   ideas,   and   despite   herself,   the   title   of   future   Queen   does   not   bother   her.   "Conscience   makes   men   dead   when   war   is   waged.   Lyseni   men   know   this,   do   Westerosi?"   

[mvndrvke]

@lcerys gets a starter! ft. joffrey

Everything feels like it's escalated so quickly. Joffrey doesn't entirely understand what's going on, but he knows his brothers seem ready to jump on dragonback and leave Dragonstone without him. Joffrey hears some talk of it, that they're going to be messengers, not soldiers, but he gets chased off by one of his mother's ladies.

By the time he goes to Lucerys' room, he sees his brother is preparing his things.

"Take me with you," he implores quietly, walking into the room and sitting on Lucerys' bed, staring at him. "I want to come with you."

[zobriezalarys]

“proper   training   is   key,   it   allows   one   to   accomplish   a   great   deal."   dark   sister   rest   by   his   front,   hands   resting   at   the   hilt   as   he   looks   down   at   his   stepson,   a   smile   forming   on   his   lips.   he   would   entrust   training   to   the   guards   and   knights   but   with   lucerys,   rhaenyra   had   suggested   a   more   personal   approach.   he   had   been   against   it,   aware   that   he   might   not   go   soft   on   the   young   man   but   perhaps   it   would   be   the   best.   "I   am   sure   you   would   prefer   not   to   draw   a   sword   at   all,   but   in   these   times,   one   can   never   be   to   sure,   or   simply   hope   arrax   is   around."

  a   short   pause   as   eyes   fall   on   the   hill   above   them,   caraxes'   atop   of   it   seems   interested   in   watching   the   change   while   arrax   remains   on   the   side   as   well.   "and,   the   stronger   you   get,   the   stronger   arrax   will   get   as   well.   the   bond   will   grow   stronger.   to   a   point   you   might   consider   yourself   a   dragon   at   times."   more   than   just   in   the   sense   of   their   blood   being   that   of   valyria.   when   he   is   injured,   caraxes   feels   it.   "have   you   noticed   how   when   your   mother   is   with   child   so   is   syrax?   that   deep   is   their   bond.   same   goes   with   strength." @lcerys

[nvrqn-a]

@lcerys, lucerys velaryon.

" we all have our demons. it comes with dragon blood, i suppose. "

[darlingflight]

@lcerys liked for a starter

——— ❛ I'M GOING TO STOW AWAY on one of those ships. ❜ she pointed out towards the harbor. her tone was playful, a jest, not serious about running away . . . mostly. ❛ only i've got to decide which one to take. that one there looks like it'd be the easiest to sneak on to, but it's only going to king's landing. but the one behind it is sailing to dorne and the other that's still loading cargo, that one's headed for braavos! only both of them have lots of people watching, so i don't know how i'd get on board. ❜

[roseguided-arch]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.  did her brother think the same, what were his last moments before it all went dark ?  for a moment, she questioned if this was really her brother standing beside her on the beach of their home or a version of him she wished to be here. if this was her afterlife then she knew he’d be here. . . just like her other siblings, her mother, but she’s seen none of them yet.  just lucerys.  visenya won't question it, she won’t will anything else into existence—not if that means him not being here. but, he is,  &  in this she finds some shred of peace.    (   maybe she sees only him in this moment because witnessing, feeling,  his death lead into everything else.  all of her anger, her grief, her killing that lead her to her death. all of it started with lucerys.   ) 

@lcerys said,  “ WERE YOU AFRAID ? “ 

It takes her a moment to respond. the way violet eyes stare off into the distance, water lapping against bare feet, makes her seem lost in thought.  sister takes in a deep breath, not looking over at her brother yet.  ❛ i was, at the end. ❜   the blood, the pain, the fear is all gone now. she’s whole  &  herself again here.   ❛ i tried to be brave like my father would’ve wanted me, to face death head on. ❜ visenya hadn’t cared if she died when she was consumed with so much feeling, but that she got a warriors death. that she died fighting.   ❛ but, in the end, all I wanted was my mother. ❜ tears well easily,  ❛ to hold my hand, to tell me it was going to be alright. ❜   where is she, is she here ?