#withouthonor: otto.

[bronzebtch]

❝ lord hand, ❞ she is unfastening the ceremonial robe she has rested over her shoulders. folding it twice over before it falls, a drape, drown the front of her dress and right over an arm. perhaps it should feel foreign to have worn something else than the bronze leather armour rhea is used to, but it does not. let it not be said that the lady of runestone, prince daemon's bronze bitch, does not know her manners and court protocols in spite of the slander she is sure her husband is fond of committing. still, she stands, doesn't she ? still, in the heat of him and their past, she is here.

❝ i heard my lord husband has offered me for a company in your bed, ❞ the lady speaks — and oh. how silly of her. just when she was narrating that she'd known her manners. well, then. let it not be said that she did not earn her bitchly title sitting still. rhea's gaze does not waver, her stance less so. truly, she has no ill thoughts of the hand; she is not nearly interested enough in the crown to. perhaps she was simply jesting — poorly, at that, but when has she ever said she was a fine jester ? — or perhaps, in her own way, rhea will not let this keep forget that she, too, has teeth.

❝ do not fret, my lord. i am well accustomed in mine own cold bed, and in no haste to clamber into yours. my husband has such ill-timed humour, does he not ? ❞

@withouthonor / unhinged mini para starter call

[righteousmen]

@withouthonor​ liked for Aemma (Aemma and Otto)

“Let him in, let him in,” Aemma tells the serving girl. She’d been expecting this visit from her husband’s hand, some business with the girls, a kerfluffle or spat she assumed, but she can’t say she worries much. Rhaenyra hadn’t been upset by anything and she was old enough to work out most of her own problems besides. Aemma rests a hand on her stomach, halfway gone with this one and already her joints ache and scream. 

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t rise Lord Hightower.” Aemma sighs. “I find the aches have started early this time around. Now, my maid tells me there’s something with the girls we need to discuss? I hope Rhaenyra has been behaving herself.” 

[the-rogue-dragon]

@withouthonor​ Otto Hightower sent;

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ”

🔥FAR IN THE DARK CORNER OF A TAVERN the Prince of the City - or Lord Flea Bottom as some would call him - sat alone before a table absentmindedly swirling his glass of wine, before he took a sip from it. It was rich and tasted of blackberry with notes of spice, wood, and vanilla. One of the finest things that one could find in a place such like this. It made him hum appreciating the flavor. He was well liked and received in the taverns after his work in the City Watch, which was why he didn’t have to pay for their services.

Left alone to his own devices - since his friends were patrolling - the Prince was not usually bothered when he was drinking on his own. Some woman would come to him with insinuations from time to time, but unless he was interested, he would politely decline their invitations. It didn’t happen often, notwithstanding  that night the Prince was not interested in sharing his body with anyone. There were far too many things on his mind, far too many decisions to make.

Taking another sip from his glass, purple-green eyes meet with a sight he was not expecting to ever find in a tavern. Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, was standing right before him. “May I help you with something, my Lord?” He asked casually as his back leaned against the chair in which he sat, adopting a nonchalant posture. As the words of the Hand came, Daemon’s lips twitched into a lopsided smirk. “Is that a threat, my Lord Hand?” His voice lower this time, amusement gathering in his eyes.

[roseguided-arch]

@withouthonor LIKED for a starter from meera hightower ! ft otto hightower

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 in her blood, in her bones. never did she think he would do this & do it without her permission, without even asking her opinion on the idea of it. alicent was her only daughter & meera never even got to see her walk down the isle or aid in choosing her husband. why ? because her father has all but taken the choice from her—if alicent was aware or not. ( her sweet alicent who so yearned for her fathers favourable word. who hated the idea, as much as she, for him to cross with her. had she even known she was being guided down a very particular path ? ) ; hand balls itself at her side, nails digging half looks into her flesh. brows are furrowed, lips downturned in a deeply set frown. her skin is warm from the anger budding under her skin. ❛ how could you ?! ❜ meera whispers harshly, never once raising her voice as much as she wished she had. ❛ alicent is my only daughter ! ❜ that somehow made the betrayal even worse. ❛ . . . do you know how this makes me feel, otto ? do you-can you even begin to understand how much of a betrayal this feels ? ❜

[clutchofmuses]

The children were asleep, piled onto the pillows in a patch of sun in the sitting room more like puppies than a clutch of dragons. The shafts of light had turn Alyssa and Aenar's silver heads a warm, strawberry gold, while Harwin's dark curls glimmered with hints of red. The young queen smiled at her children, and hoped that her belly would quicken once more now that the twins were nearing their second nameday.

"I should only ever tell the king what he ought to do, not what he could do," @withouthonor said from his chair. He had come to read to the children only to find them asleep but it was no matter. Tea and small finger foods sat on the table between them and Abrogail looked at her uncle with a raised brow.

"He is not his father," she reminded him, defensive of her Aegon even though her tone was easy. "And he sees far more than him as well. He should know what he can do, so that he may more optimally weigh the stakes."

Worry tugged low in her gut but she could not pinpoint the reason as to why. Not that it was difficult - not since Luke's death, not since Rhaenyra and Daemon moved into the Riverlands, and the fleet sought to blockade the Blackwater.

[nvrqn-a]

@withouthonor SC.

stern V I O L E T eyes glaring into his own, lips pulled T O G E T H E R in a thin line - she is not A B O U T to back down. " measure your words, my L O R D. watch who you speak to. "

[clutchofmuses]

Abrogail nods again at his warning, the little smile crossing her tear stained face not so bright, but there and grateful. Uncle Otto could be frightening, more frightening than kind for she'd seen the way he'd treated the boys, had spoken to the Queen. He had only ever been truly gentle with Helaena, and on occasion her, although she had her Papa and did not need to seek the Hand.

She is still and compliant as he dries her tears, and the tenderness of the affection almost makes her cry even more. Instead, she takes a deep breath, sniffling and steadying and squaring her slim shoulders and nods again with hands clasped like the Queen does. Abby doesn't quite understand what he means at first but then hums, softly. "It would be nice. The septa says that marriage is a duty, and that hopefully the Lord I wed would be kind at best, or leave me well enough alone at worst." Abby recites in her clearest voice to show her understanding of such grown up things. She is nearly a woman grown, for she will flower soon. She fidgets only just. Another furrow of her brow. "Won't Larys have to decide who I marry? He's... he's the Lord of our House now." Yet Uncle Simon took care of Harrenhal, while her brother remained here to serve the queen and... tend to prisoners in the cells.

"words spoken cannot be unspoken," he warns softly, lips tugging down into a slight frown, the truth that had cost him his position as the hand of the king all too fresh in his mind, "but just this once, i shall pretend i have not heard them." another rare display of kindness towards her and his grandson both, a softness he has not displayed for anyone for some time, he does not know what brings it forth now. "you are far from misbehaving, there has been much on your mind, and aegon has tendencies to make promises to things he cannot hold."

the press of her hand against his own surprises him, and his hand jerks back slightly before he relaxes, settling back against her neck again. a small part of him wishes to apologise for his reaction to her touch, but there is an explanation that comes with it that he does not want to face. was he kind for saying so? he certainly did not feel kind for it; instead, it weighed there as another failure against him as father and uncle. duty before family was a painstakingly awful thing, something he carried alone as the king refused to put his duty to the realm above all else.

"there are others eligible to marry," he murmurs, voice hushed as if they might be overheard. he should not speak to her of this nor put the idea in her head when he has not spoken to alicent about it; he hates to see her so broken. "other lords in the realm, other princes." he wipes the remainder of the tears from her cheeks before he pulls his touch away completely, hand falling back to his side as he deems his words will be enough for her now. "i believe it would be acceptable for you to have a say in who you marry, to meet your possible suitors and choose from them."

[tymptir]

prompt. / @withouthonor said 📜 criston and otto because why not XD

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 / 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰  ; 31st march , update ; not  including  asks

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                  ( STARTERS OWED FROM STARTER CALLS ; 9 7 6 )

if one is crossed out it has been posted or queued!!    i will try to remember to strikeout as a i go , but i am notoriously forgetful just a pre-heads up.

ERRICK FARMAN

jenny of oldstones ; @bcbliophile 

viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism​ 

abrogail strong ; @pulchramsolis​

(STARTER) asthora marrek ; @plaguefated​

(STARTER) alicent hightower ; @1llunis

BRANDEN STARK

aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​ — two replies

adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir — arranged marriage au

dacey mormont ; @clawsbcared​ — two replies , arranged marriage au

LIA FLOWERS

warrick snow ; @clawsbcared​ 

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​

(STARTER) willas tyrell ; @uncrvwned​​

(STARTER) adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir​​

dacey mormont ; @clawsbcared​

AERON TARGARYEN

aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​ — two replies , coming home au

❀ viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism​ 

❀ aemelia targaryen ; @gevidana​

VIK REDWYNE

adelaide malus ; @blossomhcir

❀ viserra velaryon ; @pertinaxism

deira martell ; @uncrvwned

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​ , two replies

❀ adelaide malus ; @ladyfaiir​

❀ daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughtcr​​

VIDA WATERS

❀ adelaide malus ; @ladyfaiir​

dorren mormont ; @clawsbcared​

(STARTER) abrogail strong ; @pulchramsolis​

daenerys targaryen ; @dragcnsdaughter​​

(STARTER) otto hightower ; @withouthonor​

TIATHIA

deira martell ; @uncrvwned 

lyonella lannister ; @panthcraleo 

(STARTER) rhaenys targaryen ; @dracharenae​

(STARTER) criston cole ; @withouthonor​

(STARTER) asthora marrek ; @plaguefated​

[korzionarchive]

@withouthonor gets a starter for otto

"What wouldn't you do for power?"

[the-rogue-dragon]

@withouthonor​ Otto Hightower sent;

how dare you speak to me like that!

          🔥THE DOOR OF HIS CHAMBERS WERE OPEN AND THREE MEN walked inside, two of them were guards, the third was the Hand of the King - Otto Hightower. Prince Daemon has been asleep when the men broke into his room powerful like the weather of Storm’s End, startling both him and his companion, Lady Alicent - the Hand’s daughter. They were not supposed to be found, but alas, rumors traveled faster than dragons between the Keep, and certainly someone saw Alicent sneak in his chambers at night.

          “Get the fuck out of my room, cunt!” Daemon demanded getting up from the bed, as a very startled Alicent tried to cower away from her father. The Prince moved fast towards Dark Sister that waited for him. Sword in hand he pointed it towards Otto and his guards - who unsheathed their own. The tension in the room was thin enough to be cut by the simple action of breathing. “How dare you speak to me like that!” Otto’s voice broke the heavy silence that hung upon their heads. He heard Alicent behind him, still on the bed, holding on the blankets for dear life, never mattered that Daemon was naked as the day he was born.

          “I speak to you how I please. I am a Prince of the realm, the brother of your future King, and you broke into my chambers.” Despite his precarious position - naked as he was - the Prince did not lowered his sword. Fire set ablaze on his eyes as he glared towards the guards, almost taunting them to dare move towards him. They both would die, if not then later. Eyes moved towards Otto in defiant silence, daring him to do something against him, or Alicent.

[righteousmen]

@withouthonor​ liked for a starter (Otto and Helaena)

The maester had left Helaena’s chambers that morning, the news of a baby to come leaving her with a strange feeling in her stomach. Her mother didn’t really seem happy, not what Helaena thought was happy anyway. Her mother smiled, and patted her hand and told her that she was good, but the smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes. She could’ve told Aegon next, but she’d have to find him first. Aemond... well she wanted to wait to tell him. Besides, she wanted someone who she knew would be happy for her, and she suspected that person was her grandfather. 

She crossed out of Maegor’s holdfast and started up the steps to the tower of the hand, barely able to contain her anticipation as she squeezed her hands open and shut as she climbed to her grandfather’s solar. She knocked three times and pushed the door open. 

“Grandfather, grandfather I have good news!” She rocks back and forth excitedly. “Theres- there’s going to be grubs! I - i mean a baby, I - I’m going to have a baby!”

[the-rogue-dragon]

@withouthonor​ Otto Hightower sent;

“ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ”

          🔥THE LETTER WRITTEN BY HIS BROTHER WITH SUCH URGENCY forced the younger Prince to leave the Vale and return to King’s Landing. Their father was dying and his presence was required to hear whatever wisdom the old man would grant him, before the Stranger took him away. He had arrived as soon and as fast as Caraxes took him, and had stayed half the morning by the company of the dying man, as silent as one of the Sisters of the Faith.

          When the presence made itself unbearable, Prince Daemon met with his brother. There was little they could do to help carry the burden that the death of their father would put on their shoulders - especially Viserys. Despite what some people said, most at court knew that their grandfather the King would choose Viserys as Heir, instead of Princess Rhaenys, but they could not forget Lord Corlys and his fleet. Which prompted Daemon to make a plan, a plan he spoke not to Viserys, knowing well that he wouldn’t accept.

           Taking a break for himself - bearing the unspoken pain he felt for losing yet another of his parents, the Prince found himself walking inside the throne room, where the Iron Throne stood proudly surrounded by swords. He was walking towards it - as the King was not there - when he heard the voice of the Hand. Otto Hightower, one of the biggest leeches in the kingdom. He detested men like him, feeding from the blood of his House. “Do what, my Lord Hand?” The title nothing but a mockery in his lips, taunting the other man. As Daemon sat down on the throne, he crossed his legs as if he owned the damn chair. “Sit here?”

[clutchofmuses]

Helaena watches her grandfather move towards her, assuming what she means, attempting to answer, to be kind about it when she knows what she thinks of her broken brothers. It is a strange confounding thing when she knows that out of them all, grandfather loves her, worries for her, is free with her in a way that he isn't even with Mother. It breaks her heart. It makes her feel selfish, it makes her wonder if she can hold some sort of sway with him, if he'll even listen.

"To all of them, including mother," she corrects quietly. "You've done so much to all of them because you think it's right and we are left to pick up the pieces." She watches him, steps back for she doesn't want to be touched, wants to keep her little bubble so she can speak.

The princess turns to sit on one of the wingbacked chairs, perched on the edge with her hands resting on the arms. A queen, one day, should he have what he wishes, but she does not feel like a queen. Does not feel beautiful like their mother. Feels like her mouth is stuffed with wool like the Silent Sisters preparing a body.

She sees blood spattered across the hearth and shuts her eyes. When she dares to open them, the vision is gone.

Her fingers drum in time with her heartbeat on the smoothly polished wood. "Mother keeps screaming and no one hears her, but they howl in my head every time she smiles at me. She keeps crying and you don't care. Aegon would kill you if he got it into himself, do you understand that?" Helaena turns her lilac eyes - True Valyrian in her mother's shape - upon the man who weaves harder than she's ever seen. "Aemond too. And you want to put the crown on my husband's head, and hope to the Seven that he is still afraid of you. Aemond wants to pack you up back to Oldtown because you only care about the dragon he rides, not the fact that he's trying so hard to prove how good at this he'd be, how good of a Hand he'd be for Aegon."

A shrug and she looks away to the flames. "But I love you, and so they do not."

What happens if I stop loving you, grandfather.

*  ―  𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

@clutchofmuses sent ; ❛  what have you done to them?  ❜ - Helaena to Otto

"them?" otto repeated, quill stopping mid-word as he paused in his work to look up at his granddaughter. he has been a better grandfather than father; however, when he looked at helaena now, all he saw and heard was her mother. "i assume it is your brothers you inquire after, yes?" one a drunken waste, one nothing more than an attack dog, and the last sent off the oldtown to squire years ago now, but he cares nought for them as he does the granddaughter stood before him.

he had done nothing to them, in truth, though there was plenty he had wanted to do in an attempt to knock some sense into the eldest boy. alicent coddles him as a babe still at her breast, he thought bitterly as he lay his quill next to the parchment he had been working on moments before to give helaena his full attention. "i have done nothing to them, certainly not what they deserve for the troubles they bring upon us as they do." he blamed the boy's softness on their father, too weak to father and discipline as one should, leaving him satisfied to have sent the youngest off from such weakness when he had.

"is there a reason you seek them, my dear?" he implored as he rose from his chair to close the distance between them with a soft, grandfatherly smile spread across his lips. later in the evening, he shall impress upon ser cole to take up a harsher training regime for the boy's the next morn as the punishment he knew alicent would not give them. someone must discipline if the king is unable, and alicent will not. "i could, perhaps, direct you better in these matters if i knew the full extent of them."

[the-rogue-dragon]

@withouthonor​ Satin sent;

[ nose rub ] - for receiver to brush their nose against sender’s nose + reversed

🔥MOST NIGHTS SLEEP ELUDED HIM LIKE the sun eluded the moon - or was it the other way around? The fruitless eternal chase of running one behind the other to never get hold of each other. The Prince of the city, decided he had enough of the chasing for that night and got up from the bed he shared with his husband. It was not common - except for some Lords and peasants to share bed with their husbands, yet the Queen had arranged for Daemon and Satin to share a room, see if that made their relationship better.

It didn’t. For Satin was the moon chasing after the sun, like Daemon chased sleep. It was a fruitless attempt to get a hold of him, to bring him to love someone that he couldn’t love. It wasn’t the boy himself who failed, it was who he was. Could he forget the name and just love the man? It was hard, for he was Satin Hightower, son of a leech - in Daemon’s eyes - son of a second born man who was only after one thing: Power. And he knew he was the only one who saw Otto Hightower for who he was.

To give in to Satin, was to give in to Otto’s manipulations and desires. To help, in a way, for the older man to have more power, or pretend he did. And thus he made his and Satin’s life miserable. Even if his husband did not know better, even if he tried to please him, behind every action, behind every deed, he could only see Otto’s hands, and it repulsed him.

The Prince moved to the balcony - unaware that he was not the only person who couldn’t sleep. It shocked him when he saw the other standing there, looking ahead. Was he thinking about how miserable their lives were? How miserable they were making each other? When they could love someone else, be with someone else, and yet... they have been captured together in a prison there was no way of escaping other than death.

A hand lifted towards him, and Daemon stood there - like a deer caught in plain sight. Before him the blade that would be his undoing. Mouth open but not sound came out, as he saw how Satin approached him, and nuzzled his nose against his own. Like a spear through the deer’s neck, Daemon’s head fell gently pressing his forehead to Satin’s shoulder. “Renounce your name and your family, and I will be able, just then, to give myself to you. Until then we will live in misery until the end of our lives.”

[the-rogue-dragon]

Get to know the muse.

three things they love: dragons, books on dragons, cloaks.

three things they hate: Otto Hightower, arrenged marriages, Never being enough.

three things they need: Love from his family, acceptance, loyalty.

three things they want: Protect his brother (and by extention his family), his children safe, live away from court.

three things that scare them: Abandonment, loneliness, fear itself.

three things that thrill them: Dragons, flying, freedom.

three favorite foods: Fresh cut fruits, meat, caviar.

three favorite holidays: Name day, there aren’t holidays in Westeros except the religious ones and he doesn’t enjoy any of those.

three favorite people: Viserys, Visenya, Alyssa Targaryen.

Tagged by: @alyrys​

Tagging: @withouthonor @dragynfire @incissam @bcbliophile @westerosiqueens​