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whereisdoriangray · 4 months ago

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visenya targaryen (ii.)

warning: mention of weapons, death, profanities. not proofread. the author is not responsible for the content you choose to consume.

note: the character of visenya targaryen is purely fictional. all rights to house of the dragon belong to hbo/fire and blood to grrm. my fanfiction is based primarily on tv series, but also takes some information from the books. in this version, cregan stark was aged up. if you find any valyrian phrases incorrect, let me know!!

IV. DRIFTMARK

when a raven came announcing the death of harwin strong, visenya was with rhaenyra

"īles vala hen rigle," [he was a man of honour.] she admitted as a consolation to her grieving sister, "se iā sȳz kepa." [and a good father.]

that day, visenya ruminated in her chamber, late at night, at last calling upon one of her trusted servants;

"send this letter to you know who. tell him his princess will be especially generous if he does his job well."

that's how she found herself on driftmark with a small piece of parchment slipped into her hands just before the funeral of her friend laena

visenya excused herself briefly from conversation with a distant relative, finding a vacant spot where she wouldn't be disturbed

"bona orvorta..." [that cunt] she whispered as her eyes traced the two words the message contained;

"larys strong"

during the funeral, visenya stood by her sister's right side, quietly observing the people present

when she heard daemon's laughter, it took everything in her not to throw his way a disgusted look

once the procession was over and everyone gathered on the castle's terrace, visenya noticed her little cousins, baela and rhaena, sitting with their grief, away from everyone

"i am deeply sorry about your mother," she approached them, "she had a kind heart...and held much love for you." the two princesses thanked her with their eyes full of sadness

"when i was around your age, she gave me this," she opened up her palm, revealing a delicate set of penchant and comb, both symbolizing a dragon and a seahorse. "i believe it's time i pass them on to another who can honor them."

from afar, rhaenys noticed the princess gently putting a comb into rhaena's velaryon hair and then turning to baela with a penchant, clasping it around her granddaughter's neck

aside from the gaze of the queen who never was, visenya was stalked by another pair of watchful eyes

when she turned around, taking her leave, visenya met aemond's intense stare as he approached her

no one knows what the two of them spoke about on that day, but one thing they did remember - later that day, aemond claimed a dragon and lost an eye for it

"i shall have one of her son's eyes in return," alicent proclaimed, rising her chin

"over my dead fucking body," visenya spat as she unleashed a sword she had hidden underneath her skirts, tilting it downward and leaning onto it

alicent's reaction was one of horror, but before she could say anything, her husband, the king, intervened

later that night, servants whispered that when the queen demanded criston cole bring her the eye of lucerys velaryon, he looked upon visenya's sword and disobeyed the command.

V. OF HOUSE TARGARYEN

to say that visenya was displeased at her uncle's intention to marry her sister was an understatement

and yet, because of her love for rhaenyra, she gritted her teeth and gave them her blessing

to this day, some people believe that visenya allowed for such a union to happen because she realized that daemon, as the heir's husband, would be a powerful ally if anyone were to challenge her sister's claim, all the while satiating his thirst for power

and they might be right

and so visenya stood on the moors of dragonstone with her nephews and cousins, holding them close, as her sister and uncle exchanged vows

not long after the union, urgent news reached dragonstone

"luke's claim to driftmark is being challenged," visenya told her older nephew. "what are we to do now?" asked jace, anxiety creeping up his spine.

"jī naejot dāro vilinion." [we are going to king's landing.]

the city's foul smell hit her as soon as she landed. vermithor roared, obviously as much displeased as she. "lykīri," visenya commanded, petting him

as she entered the red keep, visenya couldn't help but notice the seven pointed star installed above the entrance

"what the fuck is that."

before she could ruminate on it any further, visenya heard silent cries somewhere in the distance

it was one of the maids from the red keep, she found out

"what is the meaning of this? why are you crying?" her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a teary-eyed young girl

"i am... sorry, princess..." she managed to say through the sobs

visenya's quick eyes noticed clumsily hidden bitemarks, scratches and bruises all over her body

"who hurt you?" she whispered, taking the girl's hand in hers

"'tis...nothing...i swear, princess," the maid stuttereed, making visenya sigh in frustration

"what is your name, sweet girl?" she asked, this time more gently than before

"dyana, my princess."

"BY THE OLD GODS OF VALYRIA, i swear i will cut off aegon's cock," she barged into her sister's quarters. whilst rhaenyra looked at her sister with surprise, daemon only laughed at her rage. "and his balls too. that..." she struggled to find the word, "...that dimwit shouldn't procreate."

to cool off, she decided to accompany her nephews to the training yard

"everyone's staring at us," luke murmured with a pained look on his face

"as they should. jace is your mother's future heir, you are the future lord of the tides and i ride the second largest dragon in the world. it would be strange if they didn't," visenya smiled at him, but it didn't seem to soothe him as much as she would like

"no one would question me being heir to driftmark if..." he paused, looked around and then continued in a hushed voice, "if i looked more like ser laenor velaryon than ser harwin strong." her smile quickly dropped. "it doesn't matter what they think. their opinions are of no value," she replied sternly.

suddenly, a thud reverberated throughout the training yard and the two boys, excited, decided to find its source

it was aemond and cole, duelling

visenya wasn't half as enraptured as her nephews at the sight, but decided to let them savor the moment

when aemond won, people clapped and cheered, making visenya sneer at their sycophancy

"well done, my prince," praised cole, "you'll be winning tourneys at no time." visenya wanted to punch his face. hard. she had always disliked dornishmen, but there was something about criston cole that made him especially disagreeable in visenya's eyes

"i don't give a shit about tourneys," aemond spat with a stoic face, not putting his sword down, "nephews..." his gaze shifted to where she and the boys stood, "have you come to train?"

before any one of them could reply, the gates opened and through them passed vaemond velaryon with his men

"gods," she thought to herself, "this place is littered with dickheads."

once the gates had closed and vaemond was nowhere in sight, visenya spoke up

"it is i who came to train..." all the heads turned to her in disbelief as she unsheathed her sword, digging it into ground gently as she leaned on it, "aemond."

visenya couldn't have known that that single movement forced aemond to reminisce about the night he lost his eye - the night she defended luke and jace, threatening to kill anyone who dared touch them, even though they were in the wrong

it was the night when aemond got renounced by everyone, but in a way, her betrayal stung the most in his heart

since early youth, he heard stories of visenya, the paragon of targaryen bloodline - living in their ancestral home, mounting the second largest dragon at the age of barely nine, being fluent in both language and history of her ancestors - in aemond's eyes, she had it all

visenya was the bane of aemond's existence; not a day had passed without him thinking about how he could measure up to his half-sister

the only thing aemond despised more than visenya was his admiration of, and struggle to be more like, her

of course, visenya had no knowledge of any of this - perhaps if she knew, she would detest him a little less

"hm," aemond eyed her from head to toe without an ounce of emotion, and then took his leave, not looking back at the three of them

when the driftmark succession was to be settled the next day, mushroom recounted visenya standing behind rhaenyra as if her shadow, brows furrowed and gaze sharp the moment otto hightower sat upon the iron throne

what he also couldn't help but mention was that whilst the red keep whispered about daemon's execution of vaemond, no one saw rhaenyra's silent command to visenya to not draw her sword

that evening, the whole targaryen family gathered for a supper

visenya's seat was opposite her sister's, flanked by jace and, much to her dismay, aegon

the servants dared not speak about it, but when queen alicent, in her piety, included vaemond in her prayers, daemon and visenya exchanged looks, snickering under their breaths

after the toasts had been proposed and music started to play, visenya watched with a hint of smile on her face her nephew and half-sister dancing joyfully

her smile faltered, however, when she saw aemond's outstreched hand, "may i, princess?" he muttered in a low baritone

visenya looked at her sister, seeking her silent counsel; only after rhaenyra's eyes glinted with a subtle approval did she take aemond's hand

back then, no one knew that the next time the two of them would dance, it would be in the skies

when the king left and music ended, aemond reached towards his cup, proposing a toast

the quarrel that followed was quickly dispelled by daemon; once visenya made sure her nephews were unharmed, she left them to their devices as they sulked

instead, the princess approached her half-sister, haelena

that night, as mysaria's spy told her of the royal supper, she didn't fail to mention visenya holding her half-sister's hands lovingly, telling haelena that there would always be a place for her at dragonstone

visenya was ready to take her leave when one of the maids came to fetch her at the king's command

"my daughter..." viserys breathed out, as if every syllable caused him immense pain

"i am here, father," she said with her eyes blank

"aegon...the conqueror...." he closed his one good eye for a second, "he withstood...because of visenya."

"why are you telling me this?" she asked, confused

"your sister is the heir. once the time comes..." he hissed and took a long moment to continue, unnerving his daughter even more, "she will need… protection,” he pointed his finger at something in the distance

visenya would've dismissed it if it weren't for the slight red glow that captured her attention

in between ragged breaths and incomplete sentences, viserys gave his second daughter the sword that maegor stole from his father's funeral pyre; the sword that rhaena targaryen gave to her son jaehaerys who passed it on to viserys

now, blackfyre —the sword of kings past— belonged to visenya targaryen, whom people would soon come to know as aegon with teats.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #cregan stark #jace velaryon #daemon targaryen #team black #lucerys velaryon #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #haelena targaryen #harwin strong #rhaenyra x harwin #otto hightower #hotd season 2 #all must choose

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girlactionfigure · 2 months ago

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Bat-sheva Mizan

#bringthemhomeNOW #🎗️

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shutterfox5555 · 8 months ago

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Canon 5D Mk3 with Tamron 150-600mm f5-6.3 lens

#photography #nature photography #colour photography #wildlife photography #moor hen #bird photography #bird nest #birds #canon 5d mark iii #tamron #telephoto

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beanarie · 2 months ago

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21 hours

i just kept rolling around the moment from my last fic when tommy said "i turn into the unabomber when i get scared, just ask hen and howie" and i wondered, what could possibly be scarier than thinking he might lose buck right after getting him back. (tw: panic attacks)

Hen's feelings on Tommy Kinard are... malleable. He was trash when they met, and for a solid few months after that. They remained on the same crew, struggling and bleeding and getting each other out of scrapes. That built a measure of trust. After Gerrard and the worst of his minions vanished, he changed. Became almost sweet. He and Chimney, who had always been okay, hit it off like a house on, you know. Hen liked this new version of her teammate, who seemed to be finding his feet after losing some seriously bad influences. She enjoyed their group hangouts. Maybe a year after his transfer to Air Ops, her friend Casey shared that Tommy was gay and out to his new unit, which, good for him.

She never forgot the asshole who helped make her feel like she would never belong, but he got smaller over time, easily overtaken by whoever Tommy felt like showing her.

The call today was going fine until it all went to hell, another unwelcome similarity to the night Buck got struck by lightning. The victims were alert and on their feet, ambulating on their own power right ahead of him, when he saw the heavy mahogany shelving unit lose its moorings and shoved the family out of the way just in time. That of course put him right in its path.

For a long, terrible minute while he was pinned she and Chim thought they didn't have a pulse. But it was there. They found it eventually. And he made it to the hospital without crashing.

Having heard a little about Buck's efforts to rekindle their relationship (along with his feeble arguments that they were strictly platonic), Hen isn't shocked when Tommy shows up at the waiting room. But she wasn't expecting the asshole.

Chimney eyes her, asking if she's seeing what he is. They recognize this man. The linebacker set of the shoulders, the distancing lift to his chin. Bobby asks him if he wants coffee, and he simply wrinkles his nose.

He's pissed. Maybe he blames them for letting Buck get hurt.

"Enough," Eddie says, flinging himself out of the chair. "We're taking a walk."

"Don't speak for me," Tommy spits out.

"Now," he growls.

Surprisingly, Tommy goes, but Hen isn't sure that's a good thing. Eddie has a history of making problems worse with his fists. Chim is on the phone with Maddie, figuring out the logistics of two scared parents who can't be in two places at the same time. He's no help. Hen considers asking Bobby if they're gonna let Buck's sort of ex and his best friend lay each other out while he's in emergency surgery. But he's never really up for mediating nonsense when one of them is badly hurt, especially not when it's Buck.

The surgeon comes out and speaks for a moment. Hen now has a compelling reason to intervene. She turns a corner and soon finds them. Eddie leaning in, glaring, while Tommy cuts him off and stalks away a few paces.

"You're not even trying," Eddie says tightly.

"Shut up." Tommy whirls back the way he came, breathing hard.

"Three things. Chim's baby could do it and he can't even sit up by himself."

"One day, Eddie. One. Are you fucking kidding me?"

Hen blinks. Tommy sounds like he's holding back tears.

"Tommy, man, come on. If you pass out and end up in the bed right next to Buck, he'll 100 percent blame me. Get it together."

The dots connect themselves. The pacing. The irregular breathing. Eddie prompting him to list three things. Tommy is having a panic attack.

"Guys?" Hen says. Tommy's head snaps up. Their eyes meet and if she wasn't already sure, this would do it. That isn't anger. That's pure terror. "Surgery went well. They're wheeling Buck into recovery. They said someone can go be with him when they bring him around."

"Tommy's going," Eddie announces. "If he can remember how to breathe."

Tommy has a hand on his own chest. "Dickhead."

"Hen, can you walk him over?" Eddie raises one shaking hand. "I need to sit for a minute."

Tommy's eyes widen. "Shit, Eddie, I didn't even ask." Tommy comes close to invading Eddie's space, stopping only when Eddie holds him off.

Eddie gives him a half-smile. "I'm fine, Tom. The rest of us are all fine. It's just an adrenaline dump. I'm gonna call my kid and let him bitch about organic chemistry and the school musical until my heart stops pounding." He squeezes Tommy's shoulder and gives him a shove. "Go on."

All the way down the hall, Tommy mutters to himself, trying to do what Eddie asked and regulate his breathing, but it doesn't seem to be working.

"What happened yesterday?" Hen asks curiously, stuck on his earlier comment.

He's so surprised his lungs stutter to a complete stop. He looks down at her, blinking hard, and he shakes himself. "We agreed to try again," he says.

"Damn," she blurts out, and almost apologizes before he lets out a humorless little laugh.

"I know!"

She doesn't tell him how it felt to watch her son coding not two weeks after they got her daughter back. She's not sure how to say this is just their lives, that the only reason they get through it is because they have each other. He's spent enough time observing them.

They've reached the recovery room. Tommy cracks his neck and straightens his spine. "Hen?" he asks, tentatively, pausing with one hand on the double doors. "Do you need to go home? Karen-"

"Isn't expecting anything but updates from me until morning," Hen says. This isn't a regular day.

He nods. "Can you stick around? Some of these doctors suck at communicating and- and I want to make sure I'm ready for whatever he's gonna need."

So maybe he has figured it out. "No problem, Tommy. I'll be right here."

"Thank you." He takes a deep breath and pushes the doors open. Through the split second sliver before they swing shut again, she catches a glimpse of Buck on the gurney, his face mottled with purple from the books that flew off the top shelf (an encyclopedia, like they used to keep in the '90s). He looks terrible. When he wakes up for real, he's gonna feel even worse. But she's pretty sure he'll be just fine.

#911 abc #bucktommy #hen wilson #tommy kinard #lowkey wanna expand this to more povs #but it might just be enough as it is #my writing #things by beanarie

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skarkkk · 2 months ago

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First,

Sparks.

I liked him at first, he seemed cute and really cool, his adoration for Athena (God knows she's amazing and deserves it), but then she said she was wary of him, and he never makes mistakes, so the feeling changed. And I understand wanting to feel powerful with a bad childhood, but he crossed the line. Even if his intentions weren't that, he crossed the line. He became unnecessarily aggressive with that woman, he shot her in front of her daughter and traumatized a child because he was hot-headed and because he wasn't prepared or made for the streets. I don't want and I don't care if he appears on screen again, but I think this statement is unnecessary.

Second,

Brad.

I said the first time he showed up that there was something strange, and then I started to like him, but he's a jerk? I don't know what's going on, but yes, that rudeness to the attendant and then not even an apology was completely unnecessary. Addendum, he really has something going on with Bobby and not just appreciation.

Third,

Maddie. Maddie and Chim. Maddie and Buck. All of them.

How careful they are this time and I imagine how Chim would be so much more alert compared to how he was when Jee was pregnant. And that this is sad but cute and that I want Jee as a big sister and all those family feelings. Since Buck knows his own sister and since the three of them (and Jee, obviously) are already a family like that, I loved their hug and I need Uncle Buck to be even more concerned.

Fourth,

Gerrard.

My god, he was so miserable in this episode and I loved it. "The first job I'm happy with" and how it's almost atonement. He's a giant fucking asshole and that's it, Brad is his karma, which he deserves. Him begging and hugging Bobby? And crying? My sadistic side loved it, but I don't want the focus on him, or this, or their feelings or the boss because that would bring more complications that would take up screen time for more important things.

Fifth,

Everything.

Eddie and Hen's cute banter with Buck at the station. Eddie's smile, and how I still haven't gotten used to him without his mustache. Buck as a cook and Jee being the best girl to him because he's such a girl dad and the best uncle. The really cool thing with the little thief guy there who looked like a hacker and how the beginning reminded me a lot of S.W.A.T (the one with Sherman Moore). Athena looking amazing arresting those goons and then running after the boss.

Sixth,

the romance.

Buck being attached and wanting to talk to Tommy is cute, that whole doubt thing and "should I talk to him?" and "he wanted to talk to me!?", but it passed. I don't know if Tommy's texting was something that will pass or if it's intentional for the next episode (I'm pretty sure it's not) but I'm afraid it won't go as far as I want it to. Buddie. As a fan, who has endured eight seasons, I'm not going to give up now, especially with such strong signs. "Maybe the universe will bring you someone special"/"It's like the universe is screaming at you and you don't hear it" and all the other episodes, hopes are higher than ever, but what if? It's the last season, I want them to work on Eddie's Catholic guilt, and the fact that they are like Michael and David. M/C meeting in the elevator, the look at each other and the smile reminds me of the elevator scene with Buck and Eddie "well, at least it's not a tsunami" because the look is the same. 911 is a great show, but with how unpredictable it is, with these conversations coming straight from ao3, I don't even know what to expect regarding Buddie. Will they accidentally get together and get married in Vegas? Will Chris be like "you didn't get with a woman because you already have Buck"? Because of Bobby? Because I feel like a lot could happen because of Maddie and Chim.

Seventh,

Hen and Athena.

Their scenes are always amazing, and how Hen always encourages her to follow her instincts and how best friends they are.

Eighth,

Not about this episode in particular, but where the hell is Ravi? Looking back, they bring in a half-baked Hollywood actor with a sort of Pavlov crush on Bobby and the problematic LAPD rookie, but not Ravi? Not the guy who appeared in the family scenes in the 118? Not after the whole Chim being sent to the academy to bring their boy home? Not about how he's already part of the family? About how he was accepted so much more quickly and naturally into the family compared to Jonah (and what a terrible ending) or, even saying, Lucy? I don't know why Anirudh didn't come back for this season, but I want him. For the love of god, he was at Maddie and Chim's wedding, THEY ARE FAMILY, in one analysis he is a younger brother to Chim, much more emotionally stable than the Han's or Buckley's and still, with a past involving cancer, and living in a hospital, and probably racial issues, and that headcanon I saw on tiktok of him switching shifts so as not to get so attached because he lived in the hospital and probably lost several friends to cancer. He was at the bachelor party, he was at the awards, he has the people, we want him back, so Ryan, where is he? Where is fireman Panikkar who certainly thinks Bobby is Buck's father (we ignore the existence of Margareth and Philipe)? Who must think Eddie and Buck have already divorced, and that he didn't know who Tommy is and that now he will be confused because how come Tommy has already left? And how come Eddie played Freddy Mercury? He totally would have dressed up as something scary in the Halloween episode, he definitely would have gone all out with the Billy Bubbles thing, he definitely passes along every bit of gossip to every shift about every shift because he's their King. So where's our King?

And why do I always fall in love with characters who get no screen time but angst?

Ninth,

I feel like ABC is doing something. We started with a plane (season 1/8), then we had the well (season 3), the man hanging from a rope on the ladder truck (season 6), and the preview for the next episode shows us car accidents (season 2/4) and the person drowning in the car that only reminds me of the tsunami - and now a little bit of Maddie's attempt (season 3/5). We're reliving important points for the characters, especially Buddie, and if we go in that order there's still a long way to go. There was a scene in this episode, on a street, that reminded me a lot of the one with the gunshot (season 4). If we go by that, we're missing 5, which I think would involve Maddie's pregnancy or Eddie's breakdown. If it's Eddie's, it also opens up for Buck discovering himself in 7 because Eddie has this whole Catholic thing, so discovering he's gay and freaking out is just like him. I don't know if it's intentional, but with 911 you never know.

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is-the-19thcentury-man-okay · 1 year ago

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Hello, I'm looking into adopting my first 19th century man, and I found a shelter nearby with many options. What breed would you suggest to a first-time owner?

All 19th century men present different challenges, to be honest, and you need to carefully consider your lifestyle factors. I love to recommend Early Victorians, who are colourful and lively, but also very familiar with urban environments and wage labour. Your Early Victorian man is easily entertained by a trip to the zoo or the science museum, and he loves to show off his tie-pins and walking sticks and other accessories. It's fun to buy him clothes and gifts!

Illustrations by Archibald Henning for The Natural History of the Idler Upon Town.

Many people prefer the Regency era or Romantic man, but you're going to need a lot of heath and moors or perhaps an entire ocean for this type of man! Not everyone can have a Captain William Hoste.

Hoste was also consumptive—an ever-present danger when your man is overly Romantic or poetic, or is afflicted with a certain genius or sensitivity of nerves that exhausts his constitution.

No, a 19th century man is not always going to be consumptive if he has large and expressive eyes, or a clear and unblemished look to his skin with the blush of hectic fever, but this is a known health issue and you have to be vigilant.

#is the 19th century man okay #recommendations #asks #going through old asks #my apologies for my extended leave to recruit my health

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sassenach77yle · 3 months ago

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||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 07 || DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Scotland, June 1769

The sorrel horse’s name was Brutus, but luckily it didn’t seem indicative of character so far. More plodder than plotter, he was strong and faithful—or if not faithful, at least resigned. He had carried her through the summer-green glens and rock-lined gorges without a slip, taking her higher and higher along the good roads made by the English general Wade fifty years before, and the bad roads beyond the General’s reach, splashing through brushy burns and climbing up to the places where the roads dwindled away to nothing more than a red deer’s track across the moor. Brianna let the reins lie on Brutus’s neck, letting him rest after the last climb, and sat still, surveying the small valley below. The big white-harled farmhouse sat serenely in the middle of pale green fields of oats and barley, its windows and chimneys edged in gray stone, the walled kailyard and the numerous outbuildings clustering around it like chicks round a big white hen. She had never seen it before, but she was sure. She had heard her mother’s descriptions of Lallybroch often enough. And besides, it was the only substantial house for miles; she had seen nothing else in the last three days but the tiny stone-walled crofters’ cottages, many deserted and tumbled down, some no more than fire-black ruins. Smoke was rising from a chimney below; someone was home. It was nearly midday; perhaps everyone was inside, eating dinner. She swallowed, dry-mouthed with excitement and apprehension. Who would it be? Whom would she see first? Ian? Jenny? And how would they take her appearance, and her declaration? She had decided simply to tell the truth, as far as who she was, and what she was doing there. Her mother had said how much she looked like her father; she would have to count on that resemblance to convince them. The Highlanders she had met so far were wary of her looks and strange speech; perhaps the Murrays wouldn’t believe her. Then she remembered and touched the pocket of her coat; no, they’d believe her; she had proof, after all. A sudden thought hollowed her breastbone. Could they possibly be here now? Jamie Fraser and her mother? The thought hadn’t occurred to her before. She had been so convinced that they were in America—

but that wasn’t necessarily so. She only knew they would be in America in 1776; there was no telling where they were right now. Brutus flung up his head and whinnied loudly. An answering neigh came from behind them, and Brianna drew up the reins as Brutus swung around. He lifted his head and nickered, nostrils flaring with interest as a handsome bay horse came round the bend of the road, carrying a tall man in brown. The man pulled up his horse for a moment when he saw them, then twitched a heel against the bay’s side and came on, slowly. He was young, she saw, and deeply tanned despite his hat; he must spend a good deal of time outdoors. The skirt of his coat was rumpled and his stockings were covered with dust and foxtails. He came up to her warily, nodding as he came within speaking distance. Then she saw him stiffen in surprise, and smiled to herself. He had just noticed that she was a woman. The men’s clothes she wore would fool no one up close; “boyish” was the last word one would use to describe her figure. They served their purpose well enough, though—they were comfortable for riding and, given her height, made her look like a man on horseback at a distance. The man swept off his hat and bowed to her, surprise plain on his face. He wasn’t strictly good-looking, but had a pleasant, strong sort of face, with feathery brows—presently raised high—and soft brown eyes under a thick cap of curly hair, black and glossy with good health. “Madame,” he said. “Might I assist ye?” She took off her own hat and smiled at him. “I hope so,” she said. “Is this place Lallybroch?” He nodded, wariness now added to his surprise as he heard her odd accent. “It is, so. Will ye be having some business here?” “Yes,” she said firmly. “I will.” She drew herself up straight in the saddle and took a deep breath.

“I’m Brianna … Fraser.”

It felt odd to say it aloud; she had never used the name before. It seemed strangely right, though. The wariness on his face diminished, but the puzzlement didn’t. He nodded cautiously. “Your servant, ma’am. Jamie Fraser Murray,” he added formally, bowing, “of Broch Tuarach.” “Young Jamie!” she exclaimed, startling him with her eagerness. “You’re Young Jamie!” “My family calls me so,” he said stiffly, managing to give her the impression that he objected to having the name used wantonly by strange women in unsuitable clothes. “Pleased to meet you,” she said, undaunted. She extended a hand to him, leaning from her saddle. “I’m your cousin.”

The brows, which had come down during the introductions, popped back up. He looked at her extended hand, then, incredulously, at her face.

“Jamie Fraser is my father,” she said.

His jaw dropped, and he simply goggled at her for a moment. He looked her over minutely, head to toe, peered closely at her face, and then a wide, slow smile spread across his own.

“Damned if he isn’t!” he said. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight enough to grind the bones together. “Christ, you’ve the look of him!” He laughed, humor transforming his face. “Jesus!” he said. “My mother will have kittens!”

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