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•☽༻¨:·. ── 𖤐 Ruey 𖤐 ── .·:¨༺☾• ₊ ˚. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔰 ₊ ˚. 🕯 Queen Regent. Queen Dowager. Green Council 🕯 A semi/literate portrayal of a canon muse. Experienced writer of 10+ years. Ships only with chem.

🔥 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍🔥 ㅤㅤ 𝚃h𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 ㅤㅤ “A 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 should 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 ㅤㅤ the traditions of his 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔”

it's what i do, without fail

yes. . what an experience it is, to be used by someone you trust and love unconditionally

it's only ever true. . when she gets what she wants

sharp brows knit together in response and guilt wracks at him for some odd reason. he was more than twice his age, and yet here he was, falling to his little jests and returning them with anger instead. maybe he really was past his prime after all. just like his brother, who had rotted on the +

her favorite son. .

𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘; 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

Rhaenyra Targaryen: - True Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, - Daughter to King Viserys I & Queen Aemma Arryn, - Mother to Jacaeyrs, Lucerys & Jeffery Velaryon & Aegon III, Viserys II & Visenya Targaryen, - Sister to Aegon II, Helena, Aemond & Daeron Targaryen. - Wife to Daemon Targaryen. ♡ & ⟳

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a bitter smirk burns its way onto his face, his grasp stays steady even when pushing him back into the stony walls of the crypt's passageway. "you think your father was 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 when the first cries fell from your lips?" his words spit acrid, hot and relentless on aemond's mouth, +

( swiftly, his fingers clamp around the other's neck, palm digging into his throat. his breath hot and his eyes black and livid ) 𝙮𝙤𝙪 will tell 𝙢𝙚 ? about love ?

i was speaking of caraxes your 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 i have served out of love, and if you dare to say otherwise again, i will have your tongue for it

you're wrong, i need allies who are strong, i have one who shares my blood

i would be rather disappointed if you'd said otherwise, as it stands, she is your closest ally

admitting that your mother is in fact a common strumpet are we, saves me the trouble of proving it to the realm growing tired of the color green hm?

i must confess, i am rarely if ever observed so closely you might use your diminished sight to observe your dear mother's suspicious stalking about the castle

he eyes the younger in some disbelief. so he was aware. that he was some prized sheep among goats, he felt it too, the pressures of his lineage. the fucking politicking in your sleep. impressive for someone so young. +

have you been. . tailing me, young nephew ?

yes, i'm aware can't a man grieve his brother in peace

he found it adorable, that quiet contempt in his tone. daemon curls his tongue over teeth, sucking on them lightly to keep from smiling too wide again. lest the boy think he was mocking him. he did have a rather mocking face after all. it was also how he'd pinned him as easily as that. where his +

brother. .

steady eyes stay trained on the ornate table cloth. there were many things he could say, things he knew young princes liked to hear. about their claim to the throne, their superior potential, their decisiveness that moves minds. not all of it was abject flattery either. +

daemon smiles wider at him, clearly impressed and making a show of it on his face. "i can tell you got the brains and your brother got the whorishness that runs in targaryen blood--" lifting his cup and filling it with wine himself, he looks to him when he's done,+

"Believe it or not, nephew, I find your little hissing and snarling rather entertaining--" Daemon chuckles, "The s e c o n d son.. wonder what that's like, getting yourself into trouble for a wee bit of attention from mother.. from father... from anybody at all.."

he remains staring at his back, his gaze squinting still while a smile cuts across his face. "no i think you're right. . i do require a more fitting distraction than mere drink--"

his eyes darken even if they hold a hint of amusement within them- he steps forward till he's breathing the same air as his nephew, "do i sense disappointment. i think your other eye might just come close. ."

(raising a brow at him, a faint playing smile on his lips) pray tell

do you know any? fitting distractions