#rhaenyrsa

[dusklune]

He has always been the weaker one. Aemond teased him for it relentlessly, and try as his big brother might, not even Jacaerys could protect Lucerys from the teasing. They were return to Dragonstone tomorrow now, the "Strong" boys going back into exile. Sitting in the bed he wished to always remain in, holding the sword given to him by his father — Lucerys shivered. The memory of Queen Alicent coming at him, taking the knife, aiming for his eye. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean to strike down his uncle's eye. He just wanted to protect Joffrey, to keep Jace out of the fire — and he was thinking of Rhaena. Years may have passed, but the sting remains.

" Mother? " He hears her, the soft footsteps of the one day queen. It's instant how she lightens the mood, soft as he realizes he's safe again. Protected. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you this much trouble. " i'm scared. i'm scared. i'm scared. " I never should have taken his eye I know. I wasn't thinking and look what I've done now. " @rhaenyrsa

[belayadeath-goner]

R. TARGARYEN: HE NEVER LEARNED TO SYMPATHIZE WITH ANYONE. @rhaenyrsa

she's known many a man like that in her life time, many of whom didn't hesitate to trample on women or men weaker than themselves to their own gain. the world was full of them, from the seven kingdoms to the lands beyond the narrow sea; bianca has seen it all. and though times had changed -- people hadn't.

it's another reason why she undoubtedly would make the better regent. rhaenyra has shown time and again that she sympathizes with those around her, low - borns and even those that have crossed her before, she's pardoned and some even accepted into her court. “  which is why it was all the easier for them to usurp her grace's throne. lacking sympathy for even one's own blood; the small - folk will come to realize their faith in the false king is misplaced.  ”

[palespawn]

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[palespawn]

astarion deliberated upon the vastness of the universe above. to think, they were a tiny spec in the grand architecture of it all ( or so the philosophers and weave-inclined told ) and yet, they were all self-obsessed, self-serving. he leans back on the heels of his palms, watching the twinkling lights and feeling a strange sense of inner peace. before this, before the whole mess with the tadpoles, he only ever glimpsed the night sky when he was pursuing marks. then, the sight was ever a brief thing and never to be admired. if he looked at the stars, any number of fantasies could become a reality and all would fail him. the horrors persevered and he would be left wondering― why him.

“  look for the good? that's your 'better' metaphor? ” he sneers, cheek to shoulder as he turns his head to look at her; a future queen, with her skirts in disarray and her knees tucked to her chest. if he squints, he discerns a smear of dirt from their travels upon her cheek. an amusing sight, for one who so delighted in the rebellious. he lets the former conversation drop, thinking not to divulge her in his depressing backstory when the stars were so beautiful.

“  no, no. the outer city is hardly suited to my tastes, ” from rivington, the inner city wasn't a far walk, assuming they wouldn't have to contest with the guards parked out front. security wasn't usually so tight, but with all the inner machinations going on there was little room to be surprised. “  before cazador, i used to live in the upper city ... it's been so long, i couldn't tell you exactly where. although, i can tell you that the view there is spectacular. stars included. i might even show you, assuming we don't sprout tentacles in the meantime. ” if that wasn't an interminable concern of theirs. astarion laughs, “  wouldn't that be just our luck? ”

a cruel twist of fate, to be sure. but then, for him at least, fate had only ever spun in such a way. “  i suppose the city will look rather dull in comparison to a kingdom. ”

This was a new thing for her, as it was for everyone, she assumed. However, on top of having this . . . tadpole, she believed they called it, inside of her head, she was in a new land. This is what she gets for leaving King's Landing. She was told to wait, and now she's stranded, her beloved dragon's whereabouts unknown, and all she can do is follow these people around until there's a cure. Then, she'll worry about making it home.

He was odd, a seemingly fearless thing with a penchant for both backstabbing and constantly being afraid of being backstabbed. Still, he makes his way over to the fire and Rhaenyra makes room for him. Astarion was his name, she remembers, lips pressed together as he sits beside her.

“ At least we can see the stars from here. I, for one, thought I might never see them again. ” She misses the view from her home — though, she must admit, the unobstructed view was beautiful. It was the same sky, but it was different. She liked it. “ When you look at the sky from my home, the lights of the city only let you see the brightest of stars. It's strange to think I'd never have seen this if none of this happened. ”

@palespawn: If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

“ A lovely metaphor, but I could still see the sky, you know. ” She's able to finally crack a smile, pulling her legs up to her chest. Rather unladylike, but none of her future subjects were here to see it. “ I don't know. Maybe a better one would be, look for the good even in the worst situation? ” If they were turned to mind flayers, there would be no stars or candles. Just bad. “ Are you from here? Do the stars look like this where you live? ”

[erebius-a]

@rhaenyrsa : i believe everything happens for a reason.

eyes  drift  away  ,    landing  on  his  son  ,   who  plays  with  his  little  siblings  using  wooden  dolls  of  wolves  and  warriors.   he  stands  one  warrior  atop  of  a  wolf  ,   shows  it  off  proudly  to  the  triplets.   this  is  dad  and  skadi  ,   he  announces.   the  younger  clap  and  chuckle  ,   and  vandred  turns  to  grin  at  him  ,   giddy  ,   mischievous.   victor  smiles  wide  and  warm  ,   and  absently  ,   a  hand  drifts  to  his  chest  ,   scratching  where  the  gem  lays  embedded  beneath  his  shirt.

❛❛   i  believe  you're  right.  ❜❜           it  had  taken  him  some  time  to  develop  this  thought  process.   he  thinks  back  to  his  years  of  scorn  ,   hating  the  divinity  that  had  dragged  him  into  this  world———and  look  what  it  got  him  ,   look  where  he  is  now.   if  it  wasn't  for  all  of  the  fear  and  heartbreak  ,   he  wouldn't  have  his  family  ,   his  home.   but  what  about  rhaenyra  ?   what  great  victory  is  her  misery  leading  to  ?   for  all  that's  been  stolen  from  her  ,   he  thinks  ,   it  had  better  be  something  good.   though  very  little  can  make  up  for  lives  lost.        ❛❛   though  sometimes  its  pretty  damn  hard  to  think  that  way.  ❜❜            he  glances  at  her  ,   hinting  to  his  point.          ❛❛   i  hope  you're  not  losing  the  comfort  of  there  being  some  reason  ,   rhaenyra.   ———your  grace  ?   i'm  still  not  good  with  all  that.  ❜❜

snickering  ,   he  hopes  to  lighten  the  mood  away  from  their  misery ,  leans  forward  to  pour  them  some  wine———or  rather  ,   pour  rhaenyra  some  wine  ,   and  himself  water.           ❛❛  i  wonder  ,   what  reason  do  y'think  there's  gonna  be  to  us  meeting  ?   best  mates  ?   allies  in  war  ?  ❜❜

[sanctos]

in  silence  he  steps  from  the  shadows  ,     seeming  to  materialize  almost  from  thin  air  despite  the  height  of  him.   vandred  paces  a  circle  around  @rhaenyrsa  curiously  ,   hands  folded  behind  his  back  ,   head  tilted.           ❛❛  you've  come  a  long  way  just  to  find  allies  for  your  war.   ❜❜            evidently  ,   he's  been  lurking  the  shadows  more  often  than  perhaps  even  his  fathers  realize———already  in  the  know  about  this  stranger's  intentions  ,   the  battle  over  titles  and  claims.   its  strange  to  him.   that  doesn't  happen  here  ,   not  in  nydia.   and  never  with  his  own  half-siblings:   he  loves  them  far  too  much.

the  young  prince's  pacing  stops  in  front  of  rhaenyra  ,   a  nod  offered  to  her  in  greeting.     he  quirks  a  brow.          ❛❛  i  don't  mean  this  to  be  cruel  ,   offensive  ,   but  why  is  it  you  don't  have  enough  allies  back  home  ?  ❜❜

[grewaren]

a reminder that if i'm not here i'm at @denouemente or @rhaenyrsa 🥰

[denouemente]

This is a very private low activity multi, by Blythe ( 26, she / her, mst ). ESTABLISHED 12/19/2023. Find my rules and muses here. Find prompts here. Icon border found here.

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Blogroll: @grewaren ( Ronan Lynch ), @rhaenyrsa ( Rhaenyra Targaryen ).

[wovetalesarc]

it    has    been    a    few    years    since    he    last    found    himself    in    the    castle    ,    &    truthfully    so    ,    he    regrets    leaving    the    way    he    did.    howl    thought    it    for    the    best    ,    considering    the    circumstances    he    found    himself    in at the time    ,    but    while    things    for    him    ended    up    working    out    in    the    end    ,    not    the    same    can    be    said    for    the    dear    princess.    he's    heard    of    her    marriage to laenor    &    then    the    whispers    many    speak    upon    the    legitimacy    of    her    children.    why    so    many    people    seem    to    care    about    such    details    is    beyond    him    ,    as    no    one    has    the    right    to    question    or    judge    someone    for    their    choices    when    they    barely    have    any    to    make.    when    he    was    approached    by    the    hand    of    the    king    to    return    to    the    castle    to    help    with    his    health    problems    ,    he    was    more    than    willing    to    oblige    ,    both    happy    to    help    the    peaceful    king    ,    but    more    so    for    the    chance    to    see    rhaenyra    &    see    how    the    princess    was    getting    on    despite    the    harsh    words    many    speak    about    her.

howl    enters    the    castle    &    is    greeted    happily    by    many    of    the    servants    &    knights.    the    maesters    are    respectful    &    acknowledge    his    presence    ,    though    he    realizes    the    tension    hanging    between    his    old    colleagues    ,    especially    given    the    fact    that    he    originally    planned    to    be    a    maester    all    those    years    ago    before    everything    changed.    then    ,    without    warning    &    like    a    flash    of    welcomed    light    that    creeps    through    a    window    in    the    morning    ,    there    is    rhaenyra    ,    as    beautiful    &    resplendent    as    ever    ,    holding    to    her    title    as    the    realm's    delight    effortlessly.    ❝    nyra.    ❞    his    private nickname    for her falls    from    his    lips    despite    knowing    the    improperness    of    it    ,    but    he    makes    due    with    a    quick    bow    in    greeting    &    then    admits    to    having    missed    her    ,    glad    that    she    return    the    sentiment    &    even    seems    eager    to    continue    to    speak    with    him.    howl    feared    she    might    have    not    wanted    to    see    him    ,    perhaps    angered    by    his    need    to    leave all those years ago    ,    but    perhaps    she    has    forgive    him    for    all    that    .    .    .    or    perhaps    she    truly    was    alone    in    the    castle.

❝    princess    .    .    .    i    wish    i    could    express    just    how    delighted    i    am    to    see    you.    ❞    he    allows    his    smile    to    grow    wide    &    toothy    ,    similar    to    the    way    it    did    when    they    were    younger    ,    when    he    foolishly    flirted    with    her    despite    knowing    the    risks    &    knowing    his    former    vows.    offering    the princess    his    arm    ,    he    waits    before    continuing    to    walk    side    by    side    with    her    ,    his    heart    aglow    just    by    being    at    her    side.    he    feels    like    he    could    walk    on    air.    ❝    i    will    tell    you    everything    &    anything you want.    it's    been    quite    a    few    years    &    i've    changed    &    grown    a    lot    ,    as    have    you.    ❞    he    sighs    ,    turning    his    head    to    look    at    her    properly.    ❝    you    truly    have    taken    after    your    mother    ,    rhaenyra.    you    look    radiant    .    .    .    a    fresh    breath    of    air    ,    if    i    may    be    so    bold.    ❞

It had been ages since she'd seen him, a tug at her heart betrayed how truly excited she was. It had only been a few years — but she got tired of sitting alone while Laenor got to run around. She didn't know how their visit would end — but at least she wouldn't be alone. And the company wouldn't be too bad.

It took everything in her not to dash off to the front gates of the castle and welcome him herself — instead, Rhaenyra stood near the throne room, waiting for him to pass by. It was agony waiting there, especially once she heard him start greeting all the guards. He was still well loved here, even though it had been so long.

Once she saw him again, she about fell over. He was older, just as she was. “ My, Sir Howl, if I didn't know any better, I'd say it's been far too long since we last spoke. ” The Princess says, relishing in the look on his face once he turns to look at her.

@wovetales : I missed you.

She knows it's probably not appropriate, not for someone of her stature, but she doesn't particularly care. She gathers her ruby skirts and runs over to him, displaying the first genuine smile she's worn in months. “ And I, you. ” She wants nothing more than to throw her arms around his neck, but she knows there are people watching. Later, then, when she can hide and Laenor won't have to pretend to be surprised that his wife was so affectionate with another. “ You must tell me everything, of all your travels and your more . . . personal excursions. ” Rhaenyra leans in, a very amused smile on her neck. “ And I shall tell you of mine. We have much to discuss. ”

[grewaren]

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