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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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this blog is now an ARCHIVE. you can find me & rhaenys HERE if you like. i will be keeping a couple of drafts from this blog and this post will be queued a couple of times throughout this week.

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“ silver under gold like pressure under weight. silver that potential, IT’S THAT KEY TO HEAVEN’S GATE. silver when that patience conquer seizure with restraint. silver understands the essence of no greatest of the greats. and silver tame emotion like that silver spider sews. silver mirrors light the way that silver moon glows. “

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ERKALLA.

                                    the blade falls from her hands and land on the murder’s limp form. ereškigal’s fingers, bloodied and trembling, grip the forearms of rhaenys. as if holding onto her keeps her anchored from falling and losing her resolve. but it’s already seeming to crack. “ i am fine, i am alright– ” her head falls and rises in nods over and over again. as of she’s trying to convince herself that she is okay, when she knows that she isn’t. “ how is it my father’s enemies can reach me even here? ” 

           ereškigal’s voice is soft and her tone isn’t directing the question directly to the other princess. it’s a puzzled sound that she cannot believe. how far would some go? she takes a seat on the nearest chair, her fingers haven’t seemed to leave rhaeny’s since she’s sat. “ don’t leave me. ”

Mind races with a thousand questions, one that spills from Ereskigal’s own lips this very moment and brows draw together in confusion and worry. Hands land upon her friend’s elbows to steady her, only hoping she is alright and will not collapse --- eyes once more fly over her figure to check for any injury; the rest of it all can wait. A relieved sigh when she cannot find anything that speaks of physical pain and she nods too, one hand rising to gently brush dark strands of hair out of the princess’s face.     “Shh, it will be alright. They cannot hurt you anymore and... I am not going anywhere.”     Another reinforcing nod before she turns towards the door, still slightly open and she knows beyond the wood her own guards are waiting. For a second she wonders where the other princess’ guards had run off to and anger flames up within her, tongue dragging over her lip to push it down for now --- she or her father or mother can deal with them once this is dealt with.

“Guards!”      She is glad her voice does not shake the way her fingers are, eyes locked upon the door and not on the floor with bruised and bloodied corpse of the attacker. The men stumbling in at her angry shout seem to be in shock for a moment but eyes do snap towards the two princesses once Rhaenys speaks up once more:     “Go and get my father and mother. Tell them the princess was attacked in her very own chambers! We need the maester as well. NOW!”      She barely watches them rush off, not stopping to think that she should have kept one of them here in case... No, there cannot be more than one --- one is already too much. Attention is quickly focused back upon her friend, hands reaching out to grab hers gently, unsure of what exactly she should do now.     “How... where were your guards, princess?”

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hEARTEYES @ BOTH RIKE && RHAEBAE TBH

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THEODORA.

  she hasn’t been able to INDULGE in wine since she gave birth to her son. but now that she’s finally weaned him off her milk, she doesn’t have to worry so much about how much she’s drinking. & gods, she NEEDS this. she needs a night with her adopted sister, laughing with her & simply ignoring for a little bit that her marriage is crumbling. 

  what? did benedict expect that she would be OKAY with the fact that he was only attracted to her because she looks like his dead wife? did he think that she would be alright with the fact that he CONSTANTLY compares them? that she would be alright with the fact that he still loves a dead woman? that she would be alright with being nothing more than a replacement? that she would be alright with the fact that after all these years, he has been lying to her about the love he has for her?

  she’s pouring herself another glass of wine when rhaenys’ inquiry causes her to arch an eyebrow. strange jump in topics, but rather than question it, she chooses to answer.

  ❝ you know, I tell myself that there’s no point in wondering about the WHAT IFS because they’ll only bring me sadness. I tell myself that living in those fantasy worlds of what could have been will only get me killed & that I should focus on REALITY. but sometimes, I can’t help it. strangely enough, I NEVER wondered what if my father loved me. I could never imagine it. I yearned for his love as a child would crave her father’s love, but imagining what if he loved me? no, never. if anything, I imagined, what if he died sooner? ❞ 

   she pauses. ❝ why? what plagues you, sister? ❞

Once Theodora speaks, dark eyes snap up towards her. The woman she has come to consider a sister, someone she could have never dreamed she would have by her side --- always thinking it would be simply her and Aegon, and despite the painful tug at her heart she had accepted this fact. Until now. Now it feels so calming to sit with someone who she can trust so fully, with her whole life and, more importantly, the life of her brother. There hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t thanked the Gods for leading them here, to these shores.

It seems the other can read her so easily --- or maybe it is the fact that both their father’s are a topic still plaguing their minds? It could be almost comical if it was not so sad, that they both suffered so much due to their father’s choices. Theodora’s words ring true, some part of Rhaenys knows it does not do well to dwell on the past. She has lived through it so often, wondered and tossed and turned at night, looking at the sky and asking herself or anyone who listened WHY? In the end it had only brought her more pain and anger, closer to breaking.

“I---...”    Some part of her is sure this isn’t right, to cry and talk about things of the past, as much as they may hurt, her sister has lived through so much pain herself. It seems ungrateful almost, if now she spills those words on the tip of her tongue, waiting for a moment with her gaze flickering over Theodora. A pause that stretches for a time before she nods, reassuring herself. If she cannot say these things to the woman she considers her closest friend, part of her family than to whom could she open up to at all?     “It must seem silly of me to think of this now, that I am so happy here, with you and your family... but I cannot help and wonder sometimes of how different things could have been if only one choice would have been made differently. If my father had decided differently along his path and not condemned us all.”

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fy-magnificentcentury:

Nurbanu’s wardrobe from episode 111 - requested by anon

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Reblog if you love the person in your icon.

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fatimamononoke:

I don’t hold grudges but I could be chilling just painting my nails and I’ll remember something you did and how it made me feel and how you knew it would make me feel how I felt and suddenly you’re cancelled again

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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity! 🌼

ohh, this is so cute, thank you !! 😌

waking up to sunshine & blue skies

the sea; honestly, the sound of waves and seagulls and just sand beneath your feet feels like home to me ( there is a 300% chance this is due to me growing up 10mins from the beach ofc )

writing because it’s something i’ve done from such an early age and it’s fascinating to see how much my writing style and the way i view plots and characters has changed and it’s really just a calming, relaxing thing for me

seeing cute videos of animals because how could that not make me happy?

the first coffee in the morning because it actually feels like a lifesaver tbh