#re. rhaenyra targaryen.

[preytale]

@bigdaddydaemon ♡'d. / things were how they should have been from the very start. a union held in secret, bound by blood, that now strengthened her. laenor had been good to her. a true and loved friend. but their union had been one of necessity. a match forced upon them both. -- and now he is free to live the life he so desired. as is she. few weeks have passed since this newfound union; liberation to live the life she's yearned for.

now back home at dragonstone, she walks the halls. great news she's been holding in since discovering just that morn. she hadn't seen her husband since they shared their breakfast. (a meal she was incapable of containing.) pacing her room had grown tiresome. she'd heard from one knight that daemon had been in the training yard. shortly after, he'd been spotted at the opposite end of the castle. she would not chase him down, instead she will allow for their paths to cross organically. even if such news was far too exciting for her to contain. it was as she was heading back to her room that the princess came across him -- the opposite side of the hall. and it looked to be that they were seeking the same destination. rhaenyra had found the double doors first; her back leaning against them as she awaited his approach. as soon as he was within walking distance of her, a smile broke through, softening her features. just as a hand came to rest against her abdomen.

[iheartbookbran]

There’s something about Rhaenyra’s epithet being the Black Queen and how the color black is often associated with mourning and grief. Because Rhaenyra’s story really starts with the death of her mother, and that’s a grief that she carries onto her adulthood. But it goes deeper than that, we’re told how many children Aemma lost during her marriage to Viserys, and Rhaenyra, though just a child herself at the time, had to experience the loss of her siblings alongside her mother, never being enough for her father because she wasn’t a son. Then she finally becomes the heir, but not in time to save her mother, and the grief never really leaves her. She loses Harwin (and at least in the book, Laena). She learns about the usurpation of her throne at the same time that she learns about the death of her father. She loses her only daughter.

She watches her sons leave her one by one until only one is left.

How could she ever be anything other than the Black Queen?

[mmelolabelle]

Syrax @ Vhagar “I TOLD MY MOM AND DAD ON YOU AND THEY SAID THEY’RE GONNA BEAT YOU UP. GUESS YOU AREN’T SO TOUGH NOW.”

[fadingstudentbananacookie]

Aegon II Targaryen - The Last Dragonlord

Mother / Maia Baia, House of the Dragon, Fire & Blood / George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Sword / George R.R. Martin, Bhagavad Gita / Vyasa, Sister Sable / T. Mountebank

The Coronation of Aegon II by Basitien Lecouffe DeHarme The Depiction of A Pheonix by Friedrich Justin Bertuch Ouroboros by zarathus Battle of Rook's Rest by iasve Baela Targaryen and Moondancer by Dough Wheatley

[tessarionbestgirl]

Lmao, war was really inevitable, watching the council after the death of the stillborn is very interesting, because the options were a new reign of Maegor or instability of the kingdom and war, and in a way by appointing Rhaenyra, Viserys provoked both.

[widowshill]

— Oh, so, you met Uncle Roger. What did you think of him? He's a real doll, isn't he?

— Well, he seems very nice.

— Nice? Vicki, Roger Collins has more charm in his right earlobe than all the characters in this icky sticky town. Ooh, he sends me, he really does.

[cburambles]

Wishing they made Baela more than a cheerleader this season. The way she's all fine with Rhaenyra's plans when it would not only endanger Jace but also herself & the children or any descendant they could have is insane.

It could have been a great way to show more of her fire personnality like have her pull a Daemon & propose to poison the dragonseeds in case they rebel or have her talk about adding spies in their entourage or keep an eye on them while they're training to get more of a glimpse about who they are or ally themselves with the dragonkeepers or something.

Or her potential political acumen since she has been raised with Rhaenys & her and Jace having more bonding moments while scheming together idk???

Show us that she could have been an efficient queen & right-hand to Jace by also participating to the political manoeuvering or battle strategies. Show us the her good & bad instincts.

Give her ambition. Explain us that she declined to be an heir to Driftmark because she prefer the status of queen beside Jace.

It would add more tragedy to their future loss.

[lemonhemlock]

"It was just a tax increase!"

I don't know how to explain to you that throwing expensive banquets while all of King's Landing starved is not a good look for anyone.

Rhaenyra's banquet and tax increases are also verifiable facts, whereas what Mushroom says about Aegon is hearsay. I would like a side-by-side comparison of Aegon's and Rhaenyra's policies, with an assessment of how trustworthy the source is. You know, like actual historians are supposed to do.

As if Rhaenyra wouldn't have reacted the same way if B&C happened to her.

[heretic-child]

haters’ headcanons about daemon being bloodthirsty and ambitious for his sons (since he couldn’t achieve them for himself) is so disgusting. i’m sorry that they were a healthy loving family who lived 10 years in dragonstone and developed beautiful bonds. his daughters betrothed to his step-sons, and had no jealousy over their brothers or rhaenyra.

‘aegon and viserys are trueborn targaryens, lords might have used them to depose jace’

you think aegon iii is aemond? “It looks better on me than it ever did on him.” aemond and aegon ii haven’t had any brotherhood bond.

if you can’t see that these two families were written as parallels, idk what to say

[bbygirl-aemond]

just read chapter 10 of stormbreak *cue surprised pikachu*

[preytale]

@wcrriorhearts ♡'d. / he's not blind nor deaf to the reception received to another son. a son that looks unlike him, times thrice. one had been enough to receive side glances. two had been questionable. joffrey is undeniable, if only one would be so brave as to speak treason into the air. but no one would dare such a thing. and yet the laenor cannot help but feel as though they've tried their luck for too long, passing on lies for truth. (would they day that light would shed upon the truth be soon? he should hope not.) as he holds the new babe swaddled within his arms, laenor paces, treading delicately around the room. the thoughts unspoken clearly read within his features despite the way he smiles down at the sleeping child. without looking up, ❝ we should leave this place sooner than later. we'd be safer on driftmark or dragonstone. ❞

[seventhell]

  Ⅰ.   𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼   …   𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢  𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯,   〈   WATERFALL   ⸺   after  taking  a  midnight  swim  together  in  a  secluded  lake,   the  sender  &  receiver  notice  a  nearby  waterfall,   and  things  proceed  to  get  frisky  while  they  explore  it  &  each  other  together .   〉      𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢  𝘱𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘺 .

            a short trip to survey the island led them astray ⸺ in to a small rowboat over the side of her ship. & on their impromptu voyage they made their way to a large open clearing of water, a lake that's mouth lay hidden behind dense foliage: that marlena had found on her very first trip around the island of dragonstone. they slow closer to the center, steep cliffs surrounding them on all sides, and when the boat finally begins to float to a slow stop, rhaenyra is the first one to make a move. the queen stands, & quickly with practiced fingers she is rid of her extravagant gown and diving headfirst into the water below them. it happens in a blur, leaving the pirate alone with a wistful smile on her face. it takes marlena significantly longer to come to her senses and disrobe, and once she has nyra is already halfway towards the rocky outcropping beside the roaring waterfall on the opposite side of the caverns opening.

⸺ the pirate pulls herself up alongside her queen not long after her, gaze wandering her curves, counting the drops of water beading on soft skin, pale against the dark stone shore. & again, rhaenyra is the first to act. not for a lack of confidence on lena's part ⸺ in the name of love & taking action, she was no stranger . . . though circumstance had brought her face - to - face with royalty, that was a first. at once she's on her, hands on the side of the redhead's face, lips pressed tightly against one another. there's shock ― a heartbeat of hesitation ― and then marlena is reciprocating, mouth opening wide to allow the other's tongue to explore her own, one hand raising to brush through silver - white hair while the other falls to the small of rhaenyra's back, urging their bodies even closer together.

⸺ ❝   my  queen,   �� pause comes as marlena's hand raises ⸺ barely brushes her fingertips over the soft skin covering the other's stomach, up her side . . . around the curve of her breast & up to the base of her throat. palm presses flat against the column of her neck, mouth finding the skin beside her fingers there, hungry for as much of her as she was allowed to take. ❝   tell  me  where  you  want  me  t’touch  you,   @hrtached.   ❞ voice is just above a whisper, gravely & deep, breath hot against the dragon's ear. marlena's opposite palm finds rhaenyra's cheek, then, pulling her face towards her own to lock their lips in another deep kiss. she doesn't wait for an answer ⸺ instead, the hand that held the side of her face travels down the queen's side again, thumb brushing over her left breast's nipple, before fingers find their way to the warmth between her legs, the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

⸺ the two fall to their knees carefully, bodies maneuvering to a more comfortable position with lena hovering over rhaenyra, peppering kisses into the side of her mouth, over her chin, down to her chest. she exhaled once, a warm, humid breath against sensitive flesh before marlena's lips wrapped around her. moans were music to the pirate's ears, emboldening her to curl her tongue around her nipple, to hollow her cheeks with a light suck inwards. cupping her other breast in her hand, she kneaded the swollen flesh, relishing in the way the other writhed beneath her. rhaenyra's body responded readily, her back arching up into marlena's touch.

⸺ fingers leave soft flesh, hungry mouth pulling away to move lower, to rake fingernails along her navel and slide on her knees back, until she was bent between her legs. knees parted without a word, marlena opted to lift one and drape a sleek thigh over her shoulder. she could hear rhaenyra's breath hitch, chest heaving with rapid breaths as she looked down at her, eyes half - lidded, kiss - swollen lips parted. the queen's hips lifted towards lena's mouth, and it took everything within her to bite back a growing grin. in response, rhaenyra lifted her remaining leg to mirror the other. in her glory, marlena's eyes scanned over the other's sex, hesitant fingers raising to prod gently at her folds. her face hovered closer, tongue pointed to trace the delicate ripples before circling the sensitive tip of her clitoris. a deepened kiss, her head tilts as she licks deeper into the tissue, excruciatingly slow. one of rhaenyra's hands tangled itself in marlena's matted hair, taking a fistful as a throaty moan echoed against the stone around them.

⸺ the noises that came from her only urged marlena to quicken her pace, grown ravenous as she drinks in her taste and the sounds that she made. rhaenyra's spoken words were a jumble of moans and breathlessness, but within them marlena could make out a handful of words, mostly curses, and pleas for her to continue. more, more, more . . . a smile grows, and there is a pause, a thought to pull back altogether and watch her writhe that she dutifully ignores. lena instead licks along her drenched slit, punctuated with an open - mouthed kiss to the queen's clitoris. the first fluttering of a climax rippled through the queen as marlena stroked the flat of her tongue over that very bud, and rather than let up, the pirate opted to slide two fingers into the tightened warmth of her sex.

⸺ the waterfall beside them drowned out the raising volume of rhaenyra's cries of pleasure, allowing her full release of whatever it was that had been so pent up inside. she needed this, marlena thought, and so she did not ease up. the delicate inner muscles of the queen tugged at her pumping fingers, matching the cadence of her merciless tongue. movements unrelenting, spurring her queen to another orgasm before the first had fully eased its grip on her. she screamed when she came, and lena instead opted to push a third finger in with the others. she rakes the edge of her teeth lightly over the crowning knot of nerves, driving rhaenyra to another climax so easily on the heels of her second. she was relentless in her need to satisfy her completely, willing to continue endlessly had it not been for nyra's breathless pleas for an end, a reprieve at the least. when she finally concedes, lena pulls her soaking fingers from the queens warmth slowly, all while she presses soft kisses against the inside of her thighs.

[righteousmen]

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreaming But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

But this is me swallowing my pride Standin' in front of you, sayin', "I'm sorry for that night" And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#they gotta give her some flaws the greens remain more interesting. to me #i understand this statement is the exact opposite of how most everyone else thinks (via @visenyaism)

#emma d'arcy nb slay vs contender for fruitiest image of straight war criminals I've ever seen. incredible job marketing department #maybe we're all just saying things at this point idk #edit: hold on. emma d'arcy nb war criminal slay #equal rights my apologies (via @hylialeia)

“all must choose” but rhaenyra looking hot and correct with good posture and her dad’s crown perfectly resting on her head like it belongs there just cannot beat that killer limp-wristed might frisbee the conqueror’s crown at any moment adult boy-king suicidal ennui + fundamentalist sword violence psychopath combination it’s not fair.

[reireichu]

Am I reading this wrong or is Rhaenyra flirting with Sophia

You’re reading it very very right. Rhaenyra is definitely flirting with Sophie, very very definitely flirting with Sophie.

At one point, there will be a chapter from Rhaenyra’s POV but I’m not sure when that will happen.

My internal joke now is that Sophia is a bisexual bicycle, in that everyone wants to take a ride.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

For the jace and baela scene, reader could be a Tyrell or dornish? I saw that you liked them. I want her to be light and sweet and compassionate, but able to hold jace’s character.

When I saw this scene in the leaks, I had to re-write it...and add the cuteness the show did not

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Jacaerys had not been present when Rhaenyra's great plan turned into a carnage. His hatred for the dragonseeds was so strong you fear he would have taken a small pleasure watching them burn. 

A shiver ran down your back at the images. 

You thought it was cruel of the Queen to block the doors when Vermithor blazed fire on the dragonseeds who tried to get inside. But you understood Rhaenyra’s decision. There were other dragons on the island. Wild ones. These people all had a drop of Valyrian blood in them. They could claim one of the wild dragons...and turn on her — as Jacaerys feared. 

By eliminating them, it lessened the chances of someone claiming a wild dragon and using it against her.

After a bearded man named Hugh finally claimed Vermithor, you went looking for your betrothed. He was not outside with Vermax, nor in his chambers. 

Noticing the frown on your brows and your pacing in the corridors, a guard informed you that he saw the prince heading to the library hours ago. You thanked him, and found Jacaerys sitting at a table with a hoard of books around him. He must have come here when he saw the dragonseeds arriving on Dragonstone. 

From your angle, you could see a pout on his lips as he rested his head on his fist. His back was to you, so he didn’t see you come in. 

‘’It does not befit a prince to pout.’’ Your tone was teasing and light, contrasting to his sulking.

‘’I’m not pouting,’’ Jacaerys denied, not moving. 

You took the stack of books from the chair next to his and set it on the table so you could sit on the chair. ‘’What would you call it, then?’’ You raised a brow and poked his pushed out lips.

It usually put his pouting to an end, but his face stayed icy. ‘’I’m reading,’’ he said, turning the page of the book before him. 

‘’While your mother waits?’’ 

He ignored your question, still upset and bitter about the bastard dragonseeds.

A part of you understood Rhaenyra's desire for wanting riders for the two unclaimed dragons. She never thought it would be possible, but Adam of Hull proved to her that the Valyrian blood in bastards was strong enough to claim Seasmoke. Having more dragons on her side will benefit her against the Greens and Vhagar.

But another was aching for Jacaerys. He was made fun of all his childhood for his non-Valyrian features, and these bastards were praised for succeeding in claiming a dragon. 

‘’You’re angry,’’ you stated, rubbing his back in an attempt to sooth him. 

You’ve been comforting him a lot lately, but nothing you knew seemed to work today. 

Jacaerys finally turned to look at you, his eyes hard from his anger. ‘’Aren’t you?’’ 

You released a breath. ‘’I don’t see what good it would do.’’

‘’They are insults to us. To what makes us Targaryen. If any common lout can ride a dragon, then—’’ 

‘’That does not make you common!’’ 

In the year and half you had known Jacaerys, it was striking to you that he had nothing of a common-born. He was raised as royalty, and educated like a prince — an heir. He was well-behaved, silver tongued, and the son of Queen Rhaenyra. He carried her royal blood. 

He glanced at you again, then turned away to stare at the table. ‘’You know what I am…’’ 

‘’I don’t care,’’ you said truly. 

In Dorne, bastards were not looked down upon the way they are in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. But they did not inherit from their parents the same as their legitimate children. They were acknowledged, cared after, but never allowed to claim a crown or title that had not been given to them. 

‘’You are the crown prince,’’ you continued, ‘’the son of the rightful Queen, and here you are sulking because you believe that if not for the dragon, or the trappings of your station, that you are nothing.’’ You took Jacaerys’ hand in yours, chuckling lightly. ‘’Do you believe you are the first noble heir who was not sired by his noble father? Such is the way of the world, Jace, and in resenting it, you only diminish yourself.’’

Jacaerys leaned his head back on the chair, still pouting. ‘’Easy enough to say. I’ve heard the whispers the whole of my life.’’ You could hear the deep rooted trauma and scars in his voice. 

‘’Then prove to them that you are worthy. Get up and take your place by your mother’s side. You and she had your differences lately, but she’ll never replace you by one of them. No one can replace a mother's first son.’’ 

He was silent for a few moments, staring at the ceiling of the dark library, and took in your words. No one can replace a mother's first son. She had him when she herself was a child. There was no one she loved more than him. 

Jacaerys turned to face you, his eyes softening. Your reassurances made him see reason. He was still upset, but he found comfort in your words. 

He gripped your hand, and pulled you close. Closeness was his way of finding comfort. When you were settled upon his lap, his hands went to your hips, holding you against him. 

Even then, you noticed he was still pouting. You thought the gesture was utterly cute, but you wouldn’t tell him that. 

You gently tilted his head to look at you and leaned down to kiss him. ‘’No more pouting.’’

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