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[goldaegontargaryen]

Coronation Challenge for A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood

Make a moodboard outfit/overall style for the Coronation Ball, then write a breakdown of it's elements!

If it hadn’t been for Dalton, Aegon didn’t think he ever would have had the courage to wear this outfit.  His fashion choices tended to be passable, specifically designed to be deemed acceptable but not eye catching.  The gold and black overcoat with the matching colored boots and a huge black fur cape was the opposite of subtle.  For comfort, Aegon also wore a jewelry piece over his ear fashioned to resemble Sunfyre that accented the gold clothing.  It had been a present from Heleana and it represented both his connection with her and his bond to his dragon.  He was anxious about standing out, but he was the lord of Dragonstone now. Gold had become the color that represented his house and family, so he was determined to look like the lord he truly was and to be the type of person others could look up to and maybe even admire.

[oscartullyofriverrun]

Coronation Challenge for A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood

Make a moodboard outfit/overall style for the Coronation Ball, then write a breakdown of it's elements!

Oscar has always been a slightly ostentatious dresser and it’s a description he accepts with pride.  He had restrained himself to a more subtle ensemble at the coronation, but for the coronation ball he decided to wear a highly ornamental black outfit highlighted with Tully red to represent his pride in his house.  He paired the outfit with a pair of knee high boots decorated with silver pieces to match the ones on his sleeves.  Oscar had always enjoyed jewelry so he adorned his favorite bracelets and rings, along with a chain that ran across the back of his hand.  It was often said the Tullys were poorer than many of their vassals, but Oscar was determined the people around him would think the opposite when gazing upon his outfit tonight.

[black-queen-rising]

And The Gods had finally blessed her with a daughter

(Scene challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

"She'll be a girl this time, I can feel it." "You've been wishing for a girl for a decade, your Grace." Rhaenyra's prediction was right, she finally got her girl that time, while everything else seemed to go wrong. After five taxing, anxiety-provoking, exhausting, but ultimately healthy pregnancies, Rhaenyra went into labor with her daughter nearly two moons early, only three into her tenure as her father's Hand. The Princess was born tiny and gasping, few expected her to survive a week, and then a moon, but now Visenya was ten; her mother had always insisted she survived because their whole family was so anxious for her, and so eager to give her love in what may be a short life, that she spent the first several moons of it continually held in different family member's arms. The Princess didn't even begin sleeping in her cradle until she'd surpassed the size the rest of her siblings were at birth.

Two features of Visenya's infancy had defined the past ten years of the younger Princess' life. First, she was small and sickly, the same height as her brother Baelon despite being two years older and still weighed less than him. Second, she was fervently, terribly affectionate, more judgmental types called her clingy, but Rhaenyra was well-familiar with children who fit that term, Luke and Baelon both spent years so attached to her hip they may as well have been sewn on there. Visenya was as eager to receive affection as she was to give it, a cuddler and a hugger, delighting in being dressed up by her mother and older sisters and carried around by her father and older brothers, but she was a lover, not a clinger.

"Mama! Mama!" Visenya came darting into the Princess-Hand's chambers that morning in a whirl of energy. The previous day she had only been half recovered from the most recent cold she had caught, easily catching two or three afflictions every moon. But just like all the other times, she seemed to return to her spritely, sparkling nature even faster than she became ill. In the blink of an eye her daughter was tugging on her skirts, half climbing onto her lap, "You said when I was well again I could see my new gown, and I'm well again now, and I wish to see before you're busy! Please Mama?"

Rhaenyra kissed her forehead, drawing a way with a wide smile and a soft laugh, "Does your father know you're back up and running, then?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, silvery waves jostling around her shoulders in excitement as she explained animatedly, "I jumped on him first, but he said I had to ask you about the gown. And Kepa is around during the day, but you've been so busy the past few weeks, I didn't know if I'd catch you."

"Oh my sweetling," Visenya was fully in her lap now, and Rhaenyra shooed away her ladies' maids who'd been assisting her with setting her hair and applying her cosmetics so she could wrap her arms around her daughter and snuggle with her fully for a moment. When the younger Princess was ill her heart always raced, often going so fast it impeded her breathing just as much as the colds and flus that caused it to begin with. The feeling of Visenya's body against her own, accompanied by a slow, steady heartbeat was a better remedy for her mother's anxiety than any tincture or draft Maester Gerardys could ever offer. "Of course you may see, you'll have to wait a little while more before you wear it though, and I won't have you begging to do so early, do we have an agreement?" She questioned her with a smile and Visenya returned it in kind, accompanied by another nod. "That's a good girl, let's get your hair fixed while I finish up here and then we'll go look and pick something else pretty for you to wear today."

Rhaenyra allowed Visenya to remain in her lap, as her ladies maids finished her own typically elaborate hairstyle, and she brushed out and then braided Visenya's in a crown around her head. The younger princess spent most of their time telling her mother about the newest book on stars she had gotten her hands on, and wholly consumed during the better moments during her illness. "And where did you manage to find this one?" Rhaenyra asked with a laugh, well aware of Visenya's propensity to "borrow" any and every text she could find concerning astronomy from everyone from her older brothers, and the King's private library, to anything the Maesters didn't nail down.

"It came in with all sorts of other ones when the host from Dorne arrived!"

Rhaenyra breathed a small sigh of relief at that, it was hardly stealing when her daughter had taken it off a stack treasures she'd counted out the highly generous return payment of gold and gemstones for herself. "Well, I'm glad you found something so enlightening to pass your time stuck in bed."

"Please may I keep it at least until Jaehaera and Jaehaerys arrive? I wish to show them too, all the drawings are so pretty, so it's much more interesting than just trying to explain with diagrams like they send from the Citadel."

"I don't see why not," Rhaenyra finishes her daughter's hair and stands her back up so she can find where the gown made for her upcoming--more like looming--coronation had been stored away. "Are you still excited to see them? We were all thinking you may not be up to company just yet."

"But they're not company, they're my friends! And I've missed them!" Visenya's gentle protesting made her laugh once more.

"You make a fair point there, I've missed your Aunt Helaena as well, it will be nice to see everyone." Rhaenyra knew her daughter was old enough now to catch the unspoken I hope at the end of her sentence, and so lays the dress down before she can inquire further so as not to burden her child of only ten with having to unpack those particular anxieties. The gown was made of silk, lace, and satin in a deep blush pink that did not quite border on red, inlaid with rubies, pearls, and onyx gems. It was extravagant, no doubt, but even so felt mildly restrained in a way for the eldest blood-daughter of the soon to be Queen, the girl who would--if the deal they made held for the better part of a decade--be the Lady, and then Princess, of the Targaryens of Dragonstone one day. But Rhaenyra tried to push that out of her mind as Visenya oohed and aahed over the gown for a long few moments.

Once she grew bored her daughter bounded for the doorway and then waited expectantly, clearly still hoping her mother would make good on her suggestion of helping her pick an outfit for the day. The younger Princess questioned as they walked back towards her own bedchamber, "After they visit, can I go back to Dragonstone with the twins for a while? Like we talked about..." She paused before adding in what seemed to be a justification, "I don't want them to go away for so long again."

Rhaenyra didn't know how to respond at first, busying herself by pulling out a couple of dresses from her daughter's wardrobe so she momentarily did not have to look her in the eye. She wanted to say no on instinct alone, to let her fears the endless wet and gray would put her little girl in a perpetual state of coughing and fevers overrule everything, even though she knew such a prospect was unlikely. She wanted to pretend the betrothal of Visenya to Jaehaerys as part of the agreement that gave her younger siblings Dragonstone was not a far kinder political arrangement on her end than theirs. She was her Princess, more valuable than any gold, jewels, or power. But Visenya was her sixth born, small, sickly, unimaginable at this age to bear children, there could be no better offer, not amongst their family, nor any of the Great Houses and if there was one thing Rhaenyra, Helaena, and even Alicent could see eye to eye on, it was that Princess' don't belong to their mothers, not forever, not for long enough. And it was still better for Visenya to belong to their House, their family, to the smart and gentle, sometimes shy boy her sister was raising, than anywhere else in a world so hostile to a small, sickly little girl.

Rhaenyra finally turned, holding out the dresses for Visenya to choose and responded, "One step at a time sweetling, let's keep you well through all these coming events your father and sisters and the Queen and I have all been working so hard to organize, and then we shall see, alright?"

Visenya was not entirely pleased by this, but it satisfied her enough for the time being. "I suppose...I want to wear the purple one though, so we can match!"

"I would be honored, my love."

[jonswann]

Character Challenge hosted by A Song of Golden Fire & Black Blood

Jon Swann OC - Heir to House Swann

( fc adam driver | about | pintrest | spotify )

Jon tries not to dwell on thoughts of her, not because he is haunted by the memory of her, in fact, he now can barely remember her face. It was not as large as the rumors made it seem. It was no story of star-crossed lovers, no song of deep everlasting love. Just two youths from opposite sides of the Sea of Dorne, who met during another failed peace talk, who enjoyied each other’s company. Perhaps it could have been love, one day, if not for the fever that took her in the night. Or there is the more painful thought that she loved him when he did not her, and that perhaps the rumors are true, and his father had a hand in her death. 

Either way, he learned his lesson, that showing affection had a cost, one that could range from lifelong whispers that haunt your steps to death. 

Never again would Jon make the mistake of showing affection or care when he did not have the ability to protect them.

[princeluce]

Character Challenge hosted by A Song of Golden Fire & Black Blood

Lucerys Velaryion - Prince and Heir to Driftmark

( fc harry gilby | about | pintrest | spotify )

If asked who the most important person in his life was, Lucerys would most likely dismiss the question with a smile and a joke about having too many family members to choose from. If pressed by those close to him, he would probably respond with Lord Corlys or his late father, Laenor Velaryon, both fitting for his future role as Heir to Driftmark. However, both would be a lie, as his most important person has always been his mother. He knows with most boys; there comes an age where they start to shun their mothers, where their mothers are no longer their confidant, where they turn their face away from their mother’s hand on their face and a kiss to their forehead. This simply never happened for Luce. But now, as his grandfather’s condition worsens and his mother’s coronation becomes ever more imminent, it reminds him that unlike his many siblings, King’s Landing will not be his home. Lucerys has finally come to the decision that it is time to grow out of those habits, to finally step away from his mother’s embrace as he fills in the seat left by his father. 

His mother is his most important person, but he would never tell anyone as much, not even her. Particularly not now. 

[josswesterling]

Coronation Challenge for A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood

Make a moodboard outfit/overall style for the Coronation Ball, then write a breakdown of it's elements!

While he didn’t like attention, Joss was first and foremost an artist.  He liked to reflect that in his clothes, either trying bright colors or new styles.  Today, he was venturing outside the fashion usually worn in Westeros and wearing something to the coronation ball that he’d designed himself.  He’d chosen to make the entire outfit black, worried that trying to tackle style and color at the same time would be a bit overwhelming.  His boots were simple to go along with that idea, having only been accented with a small charm depicting three seashells that represented him and his two sisters.  He’d brushed back the curls from one side of his head to place a golden hair clip, figuring his hair needed something to help him stand out with such a blandly colored outfit.  Joss was anxious to be seen in his outfit, but also proud of the look he’d designed for himself.

[sirenalannysgreyjoy]

Coronation Challenge for A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood

Make a moodboard outfit/overall style for the Coronation Ball, then write a breakdown of it's elements!

Alannys had wanted her gown to represent the Iron Islands and her status as a captain of her own ship.  The top being made out of material that resembled rope presented a nautical image she liked.  The section that wrapped around her left thigh also gave her a better range of movement in case she needed to fight.  From her vast collection of accessories she used to adorn her hair, she chose a hairpiece decorated with pearls sourced from the oceans around Pyke.  On her arm, she wore an intricate jewelry cuff her twin sister had given her.  The heart represented their bond as sisters, while the moon represented her sister’s ship Dark Night.  She doubted anyone could gaze upon her and doubt that she was anyone but a girl who took pride in her family and heritage.

[princejoffreyvelaryon]

Character challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Challenge: Write a scene between you and another character who is currently not in the RP, but this time it must be a scene involving an argument, fight, or any interaction broadly defined as conflict.

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“Aegon! No, no, that is all wrong!” Joffrey rolled his eyes at his younger brother, maintaining a deep frown on his face that made him look as if he was a pouting child.

“I’ve tried doing the stance, but I just can’t get it right Joff. I’ll be able to make a shot, just let me try it a different way.” Aegon held his bow tightly in one hand, giving Joffrey a pleading look.

Joffrey had taken his younger brother Aegon out this morning to teach him how to better shoot an arrow from his bow. Joffrey was able to hit the target every time, and wanted to give his young brother some advice. But it had all gone wrong when every piece of advice he’d give to Aegon had failed. His brother simply could not understand what he was telling him, and every time he did it was wrong, wrong, and more wrong!

At his brother’s words, Joffrey became even more annoyed than he was before. He didnt want his brother to simply give up, he wanted him to keep trying! Joffrey stood tall and replied, “but I’ve already told you, you are not putting your feet in the right direction! Just try it one more time!”

At this, Aegon seemed to become just as annoyed as his older brother. “Just stop Joff! You have already said such a thing about a hundred times!” He slightly raised his voice, causing Joffrey to step back. Aegon sighed, “I am sorry, okay, I just don’t want to do this anymore.” He dropped his bow, looking defeated.

Joffrey suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Had been too hard on his brother? He was only trying to help… Joffrey was always excited to teach his brother things, it was exciting being the older sibling, after all. With his two older brothers, they’d been the ones in charge, but with his younger ones, he got to be the leader, and that made him feel important. But sometimes, he knew, it definitely had got to his head.

“No, I am the one who should be sorry, Aeg” Joffrey replied, using his brother’s nickname. It was uncommon for Joffrey to call anyone anything other than their full names or proper titles. He walked over to hold him in an embrace, hugging tightly.

“You are talented with a bow, for sure, but not quite as good as me,” Joffrey smiled. “You will learn, but for now, we should stop. It seems we’re all feeling low in spirits today. Let us see what our younger siblings are up to!”

And so they did.

[goldaegontargaryen]

Aegon had been worried about the gloominess of Dragonstone.  The few times he’d visited as a child, it had always seemed like a cold and foreboding place.  The stone walls held little warmth and while Aegon adored dragons, the ones carved into the walls were almost intimidating in their snarling and cruel looking visages.  One of the advantages of moving to Dragonstone was how close he and Helaena were to the children.  Aegon had disliked the fact that their separated rooms in King’s Landing had made him unable to hear if one of his children called out for him during the night.  Now though, they were only a short walk through the living area which comforted him greatly.

To his surprise, once he and Helaena had began decorating their chambers, he started to feel a sense of homecoming.  While Helaena set up her glass cases that displayed her bugs, Aegon set up the random decorations he’d gathered over the years and deeply treasured.  There was a small painted replica of Sunfyre, a portrait of him and Helaena created a few days after their wedding, and the various crafts his children had made for him over the years.  Aegon didn’t know much about how to decorate cohesively, but with Helaena’s direction the room had started to come together.  

Aegon’s favorite feature of their new room was the huge balcony that overlooked the water below.  It let in a large amount of sunlight when Dragonstone’s weather was clear and it instantly brightened up the room, reflecting off their various gold decorations making the space almost seem to glow.  The best part though, and what Aegon imagined it had been made for, was that it allowed Aegon to watch the dragons fly past and interact with each other.  Outside, Aegon could see Sunfyre skimming his back feet along the water before flying up into the air again, clearly enjoying the water on a warm summer’s day.  

He was pulled from his thoughts by Helaena’s question and he nodded, stepping over to help her pull down the curtains.  They’d added quite a few of them around the room to mask the stone walls, but he could agree that some of them looked a bit plain.  They hadn’t had a solid plan when they started decorating the room, instead throwing up whatever bits of fabric they had.  Aegon examined the light fabric in his hands before turning to Helaena with a bright smile.  “Whatever you choose to decorate them with will be perfect.”  Aegon had yet to meet anyone more talented at creating stunning embroidery projects than Helaena.  

As expected, he was right.  A couple of days later, Aegon assisted Helaena with rehanging the curtains, this time bearing silver patterned suns and stars.  He took a step back to look at the finished room, their combined belongings and the sun and moon decor that represented both them and their dragons.  Aegon had been uncertain about the move and he was still anxious he didn’t have the skill it would take to govern Dragonstone, but he was starting to see how this place could begin to feel like home.  

Moving In

Character challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Challenge: Write a post about your characters apartments/living chambers/bedroom.

(Collaboration with @goldaegontargaryen)

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It had only been a few days since Princess Helaena and Prince Aegon arrived on Dragonstone, so the two were still in the process of shaping it up to be their perfect new home. At the current moment, they were focused on their shared chambers, redecorating it to their liking. Their liking included lots of gold, sun and moon patterns, and dragon themed things around the room.

Helaena walked all around the room, studying everything, searching for things she thought might need changing. She felt strange in their new chambers, as it was so different from their old room. The walls were stone, as all the walls were on Dragonstone. She had already taken the time to place some of her own decorations on the walls, which were thin cases of dead bugs that she had collected over the years. A strange thing to display, others had commented, but she knew Aegon did not care, so she kept them up.

She’d already paced around their living area, a luxury to their room they had not had back in Kings Landing. The largeness of their new chambers was almost intimidating to Helaena, as she was so unused to having so much space, she did not know what to do with it.

She knew it was better for the children now, as their bedrooms had doors that led directly to her own. They were free to come and go as they pleased, and they were happy about that. They could spend lots of time in the living area, Helaena thought, and it would be fine. She would eventually warm to everything, is what she kept telling herself. Though, she did truly believe herself, and was optimistic about their new home.

Her examining around the room eventually took her over to their new bed, which seemed bigger than their last bed, at least to her. It was gold, with a gold bed frame, gold pillows, and even gold curtains. She ran her hands across the curtains, pulling on them. They were… gold, which was clear for anyone to see. But they felt as though they were missing something. Helaena looked behind her shoulder, scanning the room for her husband. When her eyes found him, she held the curtains tight.

“Husband, I think I want to make patterns on these, if that is okay with you. Would you please help me get them down?”

[goldaegontargaryen]

Character Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

Prompt: Write a scene between your character and another character who is currently NOT in the RP, but it must be a scene involving an argument, fight, or any interaction broadly defined as conflict.

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“You forgot to get Helaena a name day present,” Aegon stated, doing his best to keep his voice even and calm.  

His father barely glanced over his shoulder at Aegon’s words.  All of his focus was centered on his model of Old Valyria.  Most days Aegon was fairly certain his father loved that model ten times more than he loved him.  “Helaena’s name day?  Isn’t that next week?”

“It’s today,” Aegon bit out, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.  Earlier in the day, he’d gone through the gifts addressed to Helaena out of boredom.  He liked to see what random lords and ladies were attempting to curry favor with the royal family and, though he would never admit it, there was a secret dark part of him that got jealous when Helaena was sent extravagant gifts from boys who clearly wanted to court her.  Aegon didn’t want to marry her himself, but he still didn’t enjoy the idea of her marrying another man.  It left a bad taste in his mouth.  So he’d been investigating her gifts, but instead of becoming angry at what he had found, he instead became upset by what he hadn’t.  

Aegon had gone through the stack of gifts twice to make sure, but none of them bore their father’s name.  Every year, his father always gave them individual presents.  Aegon wasn’t naive, he knew the presents were almost certainly picked out by some appointed servant, but it seemed his father had even foregone the effort of delegating that task to someone this year.  

His father finally turned to him, his shoulders slumped forward and face pale.  His health had been suffering recently and perhaps that fact deserved sympathy, but Aegon couldn’t find it within himself to dredge up any for him.  “Oh yes.  I’ll have a gift sent to her tomorrow.”  

Aegon quickly shook his head.  “It has to be today.  She can’t know that you forgot.”  

“She’s almost a woman grown.  I’m sure she won’t miss a single present from me,” his father replied, a slight smile on his face as if Aegon was being unreasonable.  

“Helaena’s only having her family celebrate with her this year.  She’ll notice if there’s one less gift.”  Even Aegon, who had a tendency to throw extravagant parties with dozens of people, would have noticed the gift’s absence among the countless other ones.  Though he wished it didn’t affect him, his chest still warmed every time he unwrapped a gift his father had supposedly picked out  just for him.  It made Aegon feel like he might be important to him, even if it was just for a moment on a single day of the year.

“I promise I will get her something by tomorrow.  What is it that she likes?  Flowers, yes?”  

“Rhaenya likes flowers.  Helaena likes bugs.”  

His father waved his hand as if to brush Aegon’s words away.  “Yes of course, but all girls love flowers.”  

Aegon felt a surge of rage go through him at the flippant words.  He could understand his father not wanting to put forth any effort for him because Aegon excelled at being a disappointment.  But what he’d never been able to understand was his father’s disregard for his younger siblings.  Helaena was the kindest and loveliest girl he'd ever met, Aemond seemed to be growing stronger and smarter every year, and the twins had just turned eight and were adored by all in the court.  Why couldn’t their father see them?

His eyes drifted towards the table only a few inches beside him and to the ring resting there.  A plan slowly started to form and Aegon turned his attention back to his father, forcing a smile.  “Actually you’re right, father.  I’m sure she won’t notice it.”

His father’s eyes slightly narrowed at Aegon’s sudden change of heart, but he eventually shrugged.  “I am sorry to have forgotten.  There’s a lot on my mind as King.  I’m sure you understand.”  

“Of course,” Aegon replied, but really he didn’t.  His father never forgot Rhaenyra’s name day.  He’d sent an entire ship full of jewels and gowns to Dragonstone only a few months ago.

“I’ll come and visit her later tonight to congratulate her,” his father promised, but they both knew they were empty words.  Viserys would spend the night here working on his model before he retired early to bed and Helaena would have to force herself to smile after she realized her father had forgotten entirely about her.  

Unless Aegon did something about it.  

His father turned back towards the model and Aegon casually stepped to the side, hand reaching out to grab the ring laying on the table.  It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry and there was no mistaking who it had once belonged to.  The band of the ring was silver set with a sparkling jewel of Arryn blue.  All around the room were remnants of his father’s first wife, her items slowly growing old wherever she had left them before she died.  It was almost as if Aegon’s father expected her to one day walk through the door and pick them up again.  

Aegon held no hatred for his father’s first wife, but she was gone and had no use for this ring.  From all the stories he’d heard, she’d been described as a kind and generous woman.  Maybe she would even be happy to know her jewelry had been passed on to someone who would treasure it instead of being left forgotten on a table in the King’s chambers.  It would be easy to tell Helaena that their father had decided to pass the ring onto her and had meant for the blue stone to now represent Dreamfyre.  He knew it would honor Helaena more than anything else their father could given her for her to believe their father had decided to entrust her with an item from his beloved Aemma.  

He tucked the ring into his pocket and strode out of the room, determined to find a servant who could help giftwrap the ring for him.  He was absolutely going to get into trouble, perhaps the worst trouble of his entire life, once his father found out what he had done.  

Later that night, when he saw Helaena open the box and stare in awe at the ring contained inside, he knew he’d done the right thing.  The consequences he would inevitably face would be worth it for getting to see that smile on Helaena’s face.