#nvrqn

[iedarperzys]

"who   does   father   plan   to   leave   driftmark   for?"   he   seems   to   think   neither   joffrey   or   her   girls   are   worthy   of   the   title   and   he   never   thought   of   her   as   heir   to   driftmark   either.   it   makes   sense   it   would   pass   to   laenor's   children   but   he   seems   to   refuse   the   idea   all   together.   she   stares   at   seasmoke   by   the   bay,   restless,   something   bothering   the   dragon   and   laena   wishes   to   know   what.  

it's   no   good   news,   perhaps   the   dragon   wishes   to   be   bonded,   and   it's   searching   for   a   new   mount,   however   much   that   hurts.   "daemon   has   send   word   this   morning.   he   has   taken   harrenhal."   now   the   matter   of   taking   the   riverlands   was   only   a   matter   of   organizing   tropes.   at   least   that   would   make   rhaenyra   more   at   ease,   but   she   never   doubted   their   her   husband. @nvrqn

[fallencrowns]

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❝  You stood back and watched it happen? ❞ While it was posed as a question, the accusation still lingered. House Targaryen left DECIMATED in the aftermath of the war, only a few direct descendants left scattered and only one still that could claim the name yet. Sitting on the throne of Dragonstone, she couldn't help the question; to watch her own family be slaughtered and to still be so bound to the man that had claimed the throne in the aftermath. While she was sure there was true heart ache in the older woman, that she had had no DESIRE to stand back, such things couldn't go on unanswered. Not here, not now, in the halls where her ancestors once stood strong.

Her lips pursed, eyes only on Rhaenys. There were a thousand things she could say, a thousand questions she could ask; the only stories she had had of her House growing up were corrupted or so she suspected. Of how her father had been unjustly dethroned, as if he had done nothing so VILE. ❝  ——I make no apologies for my father. While I intend to take the throne, it shall not be as he did. If that is why you have ventured here. ❞

[zobriezalarys]

@nvrqn ⸻ Daemon   stood   near   the   edge   of   the   dragonpit,he   had   left   most   of   his   armor   outside   but   he   was   still   with   dark   sister   attached   to   his   side   and   a   brush   to   remove   the   dust   and   old   scales   from   Caraxes.   It   is   rare   to   watch   him   relax   or   smile   at   anything,   but   Caraxes'   long   neck   shakes   to   remove   the   scales   and   he   manages   a   smile,   the   gentle   screech,   so   distinct   of   his   dragon   causing   him   to   whisper   words   of   encouragement   in   valyrian.  

And   yet   he   felt   a   sense   of   eagerness   and   anticipation   to   join   the   fight.   He   was   waiting   for   what   would   come   to   him,   after   the   news   of   blood   and   cheese   arrived.   He   knows   the   deal;   exile,   or   at   least   in   Harrenhal   he   will   be   useful.   At   the   sight   of   his   cousin,   he   decides   to   not   speak   of   the   event   itself   and   rather,   focus   on   what   he   does   best.   "Baela   is   a   dragonrider,   she   could   be   a   valuable   asset   in   the   battle   and   Jacaerys   said   he   will   help   train   her.   And   Rhaena,   she   will   be   send   to   the   Vale   per   Lady   Arryn's   request   with   a   clutch   of   eggs."

[vadarys]

"Mother   seems   to   wish   to   see   me   tied   to   a   chair   in   Dragonstone   these   days."   He   is   growing   impatient   regarding   not   being   able   to   do   anything.   So   he   has   been   planning   to   make   a   calling,   a   plead   for   dragonseed,   when   the   other   day   he   saw   Vermithor   on   the   caves.   Dragons   with   no   riders   and   unbonded.  @nvrqn

"Call   dragonseeds   and   see   who   can   bond   with   the   dragons   we   have   here.   Those   without   a   rider."   He   hopes   his   grandmother   thinks   of   it   as   a   good   idea.   It   would   not   put   him   at   risk,   allow   his   mother   to   be   at   ease,   but   do   something   to   prepare   for   a   war   in   the   skies   if   it   comes   to   be.

[tolimorghon]

“you smell of dragon, daughter.”

@nvrqn clicked the heart for a one-liner from Aemon Targaryen

[moriperzys]

@nvrqn asked: " i don’t want to know who dies next. "

What   a   bitter   taste   it   leaves   in   her   mouth   to   leave   when   war   is   breaking.   She   does   not   wish   to   see   anyone   else   die,   less   alone   her   family,   what   little   of   it   remains.   "You   must   be   careful   then.   I   want   to   see   you   upon   my   return,   with   a   dragon   of   my   own.   Like   mother   once   did."  

But   she   cannot   loose   her   grandmother   who   had   been   championing   for   her   in   anything   despite   Rhaena's   lack   of   dragon   or   knowledge   of   ships,   she   always   had   been   there   to   support   her   as   heir   of   House   Velaryon   and   House   Targaryen,   just   like   her   mother.   It   aches   her   the   thought   to   leave   and   a   black   raven   coming   to   her   days   later   with   news.   She   doesn't   want   to   think   about   it.   And   how   the   tears   would   turn   to   rage.   "Please,   be   safe."

[pirtirys]

“what is on your mind, sweet daughter? you look troubled.”

@nvrqn clicked the heart for a one-liner in Aemon's survival au

[sesikudadaryti]

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"I'm hoping to come home for some time." He smiled a weak smile at his mother. "I've missed you mother."

[west1rosi]

@nvrqn asked: ❝ you look well, but…tired. ❞ Viserys

there  is  a  smile  place  on  his  lips,  a  knowing  one  at  that  as  he  adjust  himself  on  the  edge  of  the  bed,  the  words  a  mere  pleasantry,  he  is  sure.  "is  that  what  we  call  it  these  days?  tired?"  he  is  aware  that  he  looks  nothing  but  a  shadow  of  who  he  once  was.  all  mirrors  in  his  room  had  been  taken  away,  looking  at  his  reflection  way  too  dangerous  for  him  to  take  on  seriously.

 "I  am  aware  I  look  rather.  .  .unpleasant  to  look  at."  so  unlike  what  most  members  of  their  family  looks  like.  targaryens  often  seem  otherworldly,  gods  among  men  but  his  looks  now  are  a  reminder  that  as  much  as  fire  is  in  their  blood,  they  are  still  just  mortal.

[iedarperzys]

SEASON TWO EP 4 STARTERS ; @nvrqn

"muña."   laena   can   feel   herself   sigh   in   relief   despite   her   mother's   appearance.   all   that   matters   is   that   she   is   awake   now,   and   she   could   care   less   about   anything   else.   she   will   seethe   later,   about   how   this   is   the   second   time   that   aemond   had   used   her   dragon,   her   vhagar   to   hurt   someone   she   loves.   first   sweet   luke   but   now   was   personal,   her   own   mother.   laena   tentatively   touches   her   face,   the   side   that   is   not   burn   or   hurt   and   looks   at   her,   tears   threatening   her   eyes.  

"gods   be   good.   i   prayed   you   would   live   through   the   night."   nothing   could   be   done   to   meleys.   the   red   queen   fought   valiently   and   wisely   and   only   half   her   body   was   brought   back,   for   the   greens   were   cruel   to   take   the   dragons'   head.   but   she   cannot   tell   her   mother   that.   "father   is   on   his   way."

[withouthonor-a]

@nvrqn sent ; “I’m pregnant. It’s yours.” @ Corlys!!!! x.

they have not parted in the two years since they married, instead living happily on driftmark in a marital bliss corlys wished would never end. though it must as prince aemon required aid in his fight against the exiles overtaking the isle of tarth, his ships will be needed, and he must go with them. he will miss their mornings like this lazing together in their bed, pressed closed as if no one else in the world existed outside of them, of her.

her words drew him out of his thoughts, lips pausing in pressing soft kisses against her shoulder. of course, he knew they would have children eventually, but still, her words shocked him in all the best ways possible. "truly?" he whispered against her skin, awestruck that their little family would be expanding, and saddened that he would not be with her for much of her first pregnancy if aemon's fight on tarth was not a quick one. his hand settled on her belly, a smile growing on his lips as his thumb stroked lovingly along her skin, "it is high time that high tide was filled with childish laughter and love."

[bcldbaela]

( starter for @nvrqn )

Baela hadn't believed what she had heard... Her grandmother, a princess, the lady of Driftmark, was locked in her room. That did not sit well with her, and even if she wasn't supposed to leave her room, nothing would stop her. There was more than one way to get around the Keep, and she was determined to get there. Changing into her riding leathers, she climbed the window ledge and looked down to see the distance. It was far, but she didn't have time to think about it as she began to climb.

She was a dragon.

Baela had been up higher when she rode Moondancer. What she would give to run to the Dragon Pit and get her dragon, but she didn't have time. She had to get to her grandmother then they could leave this hellish place. The sun was warm on her face as she scaled the Keep with no thoughts other than not to fall. The songs of the birds weren't nearly as soothing as when she was in a room.

She was a dragon.

It only took a few more peeks into the windows before she was at her grandmother's and tapping on the window to her attention. Her legs were aching when she got there, and it was hard to bend down without losing a bit of her balance. Tapping on the window again, she tried to get the woman's attention again.

❝ Grandmother, open the window... ❞

[vadarys]

🖤 SEASON TWO EP 4 STARTERS @nvrqn

Baela   had   arrived   with   Rhaenys   after   hours   of   no   news.   Meleys   was   gone   and   it   seems   his   grandmother   was   tethering   between   life   and   death   after   the   death   of   her   dragon   and   the   burns   and   bones   over   her   body.   The   Maesters   worked   overnight   and   Jace   kept   awake   vigilant,   once   again,   another   person   was   hurt   in   his   place   when   he   asked   his   mother   to   send   him.  

Another   one   was   send   in   his   place   and   now   another   name   hangs   upon   his   head.   Luke,   Jaehaerys,   Rhaenys.   He   breathes   shakingly   when   she   seems   to   stir   away,   if   only   for   a   second   and   he   moves   forward.   "Grandmother?"   He   moves   toward   the   table,   where   the   glass   of   water   lay   and   he   steps   closer   to   help   her   with   the   task,   doing   his   best   to   be   careful.   "Skorkydoso   glaesā?"

[tolimorghon]

“this won't end well.”

@nvrqn clicked the heart for a one-liner from Vaena

[bcbliophile]

@nvrqn Rhaenys & Alysanne

"Come sweetling, I want you to join me for the women's meeting today, it's high time I started training you to take over for me when I pass on" hopefully not for a long time, but she wanted so much for her sweet one to succeed and one day be crowned Queen. Rhaenys was by far a favorite of the Queen and she was working night and day to make sure her husband would name her his heir once the time came, she only hoped he would listen to her.

[hamcrtia]

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

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

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