#king7doms

[tymptir]

@king7doms says ❝ you’ve grown more amusing since last we met. ❞

SWEET CHILD , THAT'S TRAUMA . . . Tyrion smiles ; pale and beaten , still , from the involuntary journey to the Eyrie that had almost cost him his head - and yet there's a spark of joy in his mismatched eyes , one blazing green , the other black as the past months had been . he solely and gratefully blames Myrcella for it . seeing her again , no matter the previous hardship , feels like the sunrise after a long , dark night . here is to hoping her mother won't be able to snuff that flame out one day .

" well , I unfortunately have found I won't be growing any taller , so I had to grow in other ways . " he offers an impish smirk , hands reaching out to cup his niece's cheeks and press a good - night's kiss to her forehead . a proper bed calls , for which he is more than grateful , whilst still doubting he'd be restored over night . not with this new , unnerving task of ruling . . . as Hand to the king . should have stayed with those mountain clans . " now , tell me - what has my favorite princess done all day ? more pleasant things than I have , I hope . "

[roguecrown]

@king7doms asked: “I will not die today.” / Laena

Daemon   watched   Laena   with   a   stillness   that   belied   the   storm   within   him.   She   lay   before   him,   sweat   glistening   on   her   dark   skin,   her   breath   ragged   but   steady,   her   violet   eyes   burning   with   a   fire   that   would   not   go   out.   Not   today.   He   did   not   answer.   Words   would   not   serve   him   here.   He   had   seen   women   die   in   childbirth   before—his   mother,   Rhea’s   mother,   Aemma,   countless   others   whispered   about   in   hushed   tones.

But   Laena   was   not   them.   Laena   was   a   tempest,   a   force   that   had   carved   her   own   path   through   the   world,   and   Daemon   had   never   known   her   to   surrender.   His   fingers   curled   into   fists.   He   should   have   been   able   to   do   something.   Slay   an   enemy,   cut   down   a   threat,   cleave   the   world   in   two   if   that   was   what   it   took   to   keep   her   safe.   But   all   he   could   do   was   stand   here,   useless,   and   watch   as   she   battled   for   her   life   and   their   child’s.

He   caught   her   hand,   gripping   it   tightly,   anchoring   himself   to   her   as   much   as   she   did   to   him.   “Of   course   not,”   he   murmured   at   last,   his   voice   rough,   his   thumb   tracing   along   her   knuckles.   “You   are   Laena   Velaryon.   And   Vhagar   would   miss   you   dearly.   So   will   I.”   A   conqueror   in   her   own   right.   A   dragonrider   who   had   commanded   Vhagar   to   the   skies.   His   wife.   His   Laena.   "ānogar   ānograro."

[ladiesongs]

💕

your muses on the left!

rhaenyra & ygraine

aegon ii & any one of the four storms

myrcella & tyene

rhaego & rhaenys

barristan & elia

send 💕 and i will tell you some muses of ours i think could work as a ship.

[helenaus]

@king7doms ; a plotted starter In her dreams, she was barefoot. Seeing nothing, Helaena felt the cold, hard floor beneath her feet. Absolute darkness embraced her and trapped her in a wall of silence as if the princess had been pulled into some strange, frightening void. At first, she froze in fear. Then, after inhaling a deep, self-soothing breath, she took one step forward, then another. A silver ray of light emerged before her eyes: thin and timid at first, but growing dense and all-encompassing as she walked – until she reached an adjacent room, familiar and faintly illuminated.

She had been here before, once or twice. Helaena recognized the cellars of the Red Keep, but the rows of dragon skulls within were new. The sight filled her veins with dread. She tried to make sense of it, but the speed of her thoughts began to race beyond her control the more she theorized. The true interpretation mattered little, perhaps. The knot within her chest told her all Helaena needed to know: this was a bad omen. The putrid scent of death clung to the walls of this cellar. 

Hands fidgeting, she continued her journey in slow and tortuous steps. An inner voice rose from somewhere beyond Helaena’s conscience, whispering that she had to do this. The only other option was to freeze in fear forever on that very spot where she stood. The princess swallowed her dread like the bitter medicine that it was and carried on, skull after skull after skull, until at last she spotted someone standing at the end of the row.

A woman, with her back turned to her. Long, silver hair flowed down her back, almost familiar, but not quite. “Rhaenyra?”, she hesitated. No… That was wrong! Helaena could sense it even before the last syllable of her sister’s name came out of her mouth. Squinting, she took another step – but went no further. Her courage had faltered her, it seemed, just when she was on the verge of coming close enough to see her face. 

A thousand questions popped into her head all at once. Helaena asked none of them. Instead, she only bit her lip and looked up at the woman in silent expectation.

[legends-and-savages]

@king7doms sent: we have another problem . (For Daemon from Laena)

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄| Accepting

Daemon paused at the sound of Laena's voice. Her words registering and sending his blood running cold. There was very little that worried Daemon Targaryen, but hearing Laena say that when there were already problems they were dealing with worried him. "What kind of problem?" He asked. "Is it easily solved?"

[heireign]

❓+ would you sacrifice Jace if it would bring Luke back?

@king7doms — YES OR NO GAME.

“ NO. “

immediate, and flat. she would not pick and choose which of her children she got to keep with her and which would be lost. she would sooner sacrifice herself to save them both, and to keep them both together.

[ircnwrought-a]

IF THEY HAD A KID // @king7doms (robb) for éponine !!

Name: myrianne snow (later lady myrianne stark). due to legal questions of éponine's secret marriage to robb given her lack of status, her dubious past, and the ongoing war for the north's independence, myrianne was initially treated as a bastard, but is legitimized when éponine and robb renew their vows and éponine's place cannot be questioned.

Gender: female

General Appearance: myrianne has her mother's curls and freckles, but her hair is streaked through with hints of auburn, which was inherited from robb and the tully's. she has a rounded face like éponine and her dark eyes and long nose are regarded as being very "starkish" in appearance.

Personality: despite being the daughter of the lord of winterfell and self-proclaimed king of the north, myrianne struggles to adapt "ladylike" qualities (much like her aunt arya). she is loud, outspoken, and more likely to be found climbing a tree than she is with a needle in hand. she does have a great deal of empathy for the people, given her mother came from a low status, and she is very protective of those whom others in the court may look down on. she is not afraid to call those people out on their hypocrisy either

Special Talents: myrianne has a great memory and can remember the names of nearly everyone she meets. on top of that, she is a captivating story teller, having learned the craft from éponine, her aunt azelma, and others in robb's camp who hold northern myths and traditions close to their hearts.

Who they like better: robb

Who they take after more: éponine, much to the chagrin of most in robb's camp

Personal Head canon: when she is upset, myrianne slips into a heavy northern accent and occassionally uses curses she should not have heard, both of which she got from éponine. robb only half-heartedly corrects her, since she definitely has her mother's spirit and he doesn't want to make his daughter something she isn't.

Face Claim: sophia wylie

[tymptir]

💕 (and if you have any for Jace) but ALSO I do not timelock my muses I'll come up with some insane au to make it work so GO HARD

Send 💕 and I will tell you some muses of ours I think could work as a ship.

challenge fucking accepted -cracks knuckles-

worthyheir Jace x Sansa in his "comes out of the sea" AU. cannot say why, just thinking it's cute

king7doms Elia x Rhaegar, also a bit of a duh thing Brandon x Ashara

Arianne x Arthur, survival AU Arianne x Garlan

Arys x Sarella Arys x Luke and I have ZERO explanation other than Luke likes a man that's that loyal . . .

Roslin x Jaime for shits and giggles

Shireen x Rickon, both aged up ofc

Missandei x Joron in that fun little "Euron sold Joron to the fighting pits as a punishment" AU I'm building

and last but not least the one that's currently telling me I've lost my mind entirely but hear me out . . . Tywin x Olenna in (much) younger years. I'll see myself out.

[ob3ryn]

@king7doms asked: “Is that your opinion of me?” / Myrcella

Oberyn   studied   Myrcella   with   an   intensity   that   could   either   unsettle   or   enthrall,   his   lips   curving   into   the   faintest   hint   of   a   smile,   both   charming   and   razor-sharp.   The   young   woman   had   spoken   with   the   poise   of   someone   far   older   than   her   years,   and   it   pleased   him.   It   was   not   a   question   meant   to   flatter   or   deflect.

He   leaned   back   in   his   seat,   his   fingers   tracing   the   rim   of   the   wine   goblet   in   his   hand   as   his   dark   eyes   held   hers.   “Ah,   you   ask   as   if   my   opinion   were   some   great   truth   that   could   define   you.   I   am   a   mere   observant,   and   I   have   known   you   since   you   were   but   a   child.”   Not   many   southerns   enjoy   Dorne,   be   it   for   it's   politics,   the   way   they   conduct   life   or   simply,   how   different   things   are.   Myrcella   had   taken   to   them   from   her   first   day   on   these   lands.

The   Dornish   prince   set   the   goblet   aside   and   leaned   forward,   resting   his   elbows   on   his   knees.   His   voice   dropped   to   a   silken   murmur,   every   word   deliberate.   “But   if   you   wish   to   know,   my   opinion   of   you   is   this:   You   are   not   merely   my   nephew’s   bride,   nor   a   pawn   moved   by   others   in   this   game   we   play.   You   are   a   girl   who   looks   her   elders   in   the   eye   and   dares   to   ask   what   others   never   do.   And   in   that,   Myrcella,   there   is   strength.   There   is   fire.   And   should   the   gods   grant   you   a   crown,   I   would   wager   that   fire   will   burn   bright   enough   to   light   a   realm.”

[theirmadness]

for @king7doms, with love. ♡

she'd openly challenged him, because she knew, his hands were tied.

there was naught he could do with caraxes so far away. all the way in the dragonpit, where he'd be no help to daemon as his brother's men surround him. no, dark sister alone would not do to steal her... not on her wedding night, not right under the king's nose. so, for the remainder of the night, he sat, brooded, and he waited. daemon was going to orchestrate a situation, himself, but the gods smiled upon him: a situation arose, without the rogue prince having to lift a finger.

pandenonium broke loose. guests were at each other's throats, half of them too drunk to know what was happening. amidst it all, there was her. hand on his sword, he watched. she was pushed to corners, but she'd end up getting hurt, if she wasn't careful. he moves a foot, ready to step in, when he catches glimpse of ser harwin strong. great big oaf that he is, making his way towards her. daemon pushed in, all elbows. one calculated shove, and he had a man tumbling towards a rather pissed looking, taller man. the end result? ser strong out of the board, getting punched in the face. in the time it took him to recover?

daemon had made his way to the princess. he said nothing. no words were needed. she knew that it was him; daemon tossed her over his shoulders as if she was naught more than a sack of potatoes. funny thing was, she weights less. he kept a hand on her back to hold her in place as he pushed through the crowd. no one knew ways in and out of the castle better than him. and no one notices as he escapes the crowd into one of the servant's entrances. it's a poorly lit, otherwise deserted hallway that leads into one of the lower kitchens. there's no one there, but he glances around to make sure. only then, he sets her down, eyes doing a quick scan of her face and her arms. she was fine.

❝ iksan stealing ao, dārilaros. ❞ i'm stealing you, princess. daemon smirked at her, cupping her cheek as he stole a passionate kiss from her lips. a kiss that promised her a lot more. rhaenyra was not going to marry some boy, no. rhaenyra had been his from the moment she had been born. he didn't give her a chance to think, or to protest. and if she did, he paid her no mind. he grabbed hold of her and led her outside. his other hand was on dark sister, ready, just in case. most of the castle's guards were indoors, but the few stragglers outside were of no importance ot him. daemon managed to avoid most of them, although a few had been at the receiving end of his elbow or his fist. eventually, hurried foosteps led them to narrow steps leading down to the dragonpit. he scoops her into his arms, again, and is unsurprised to find that both syrax and caraxes are there: waiting. the bond daemon shares with his dragon is special.

caraxes never needed spoken commands. and it seemed that he, too, had seen it fit to steal syrax. he led her towards caraxes, and only set her down to help her up onto the saddle. syrax would follow. now?

she is flying with him. he may not have cut down many men, but he was stealing the princess right under the king's nose. this, could cost him his head. but daemon does not care. he can hear the distant and faint sounds of footsteps, shouting. ah, so they finally took notice of her missing. the rogue prince merely smiled, climbing atop caraxes. his dragon screeched into the night, and before long, daemon and his soon-to-be-bride were flying to dragonstone. he made her wrap her arms around him, and held her dainty hands firmly there. she'd be his, before the night was through. and no one, would take her from him.

[northsborn]

𝕿𝖍𝖊   𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖞   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖊𝖙,   𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊   𝖋𝖔𝖗   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖔𝖋   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊   𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙   𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍,   casting   flickering   shadows   across   the   rows   of   ancient   tomes.   Sara’s   gaze   remained   lowered,   her   fingers   tracing   idle   patterns   on   the   armrest   as   she   silently   grappled   with   the   weight   of   the   moment.   Though   she   had   been   granted   this   audience   with   the   Queen,   words   felt   heavy   on   her   tongue,   as   if   the   very   air   in   the   room   conspired   to   keep   her   silent.It   was   only   when   her   eyes   wandered   to   the   nearby   shelf,   its   worn   spines   a   testament   to   countless   years   of   use,   that   something   caught   her   attention.   @king7doms ft. rhaenyra.

Nestled   among   the   volumes   were   several   books   written   in   the   Old   Tongue   of   the   North,   their   titles   faded   but   still   legible   to   one   who   had   grown   up   in   the   shadows   of   Winterfell.A   flicker   of   recognition   sparked   within   her.   Sara   leaned   forward,   reaching   for   one   of   the   books.   Her   fingers   brushed   the   rough   leather   cover,   and   as   she   drew   it   closer,   she   glanced   at   the   Queen.   "These   books...   they’re   written   in   the   Old   Tongue.   I   believe   they   might   be   from   Torrhen   Stark’s   time."   She   turned   the   book   in   her   hands,   revealing   the   intricate   patterns   that   adorned   its   spine,   symbols   she   had   been   taught   to   recognize   since   childhood.

Sara   nodded,   her   confidence   growing   as   she   met   Rhaenyra’s   gaze.   "Aye,   my   lady.These   symbols...   they’re   ancient.   They   represent   the   Winter   King's   crown   and   achievements.   The   Stark   kings   of   old   kept   records   like   these,   though   many   have   been   lost   or   forgotten."   Sara   could   see   the   firelight   reflecting   in   the   Queen’s   eyes,   mirroring   the   flames   of   curiosity   that   burned   within   them   both.   The   library,   once   a   sanctuary   of   solitude,   now   felt   alive   with   the   weight   of   the   past.

[heireign]

❓+ would you really kill Aemond, given the chance, after Luke is dead?

@king7doms — THE YES OR NO GAME.

“ yes.”

she would have to. nothing else would give him the justice he deserved.

[drmfyres]

the stone floors were cold to the touch , but this did not affect her . she knew her way about the castle even with the torches barely lit , which made it a quick run from her chambers to aegon's . she'd been told to stay away since the battle of rooks rest . no one gave her any true answers as to his state , just that he was alive and would heal in time . but this response was no longer enough for her , or for jahaera . their relationship may have never been what many other familial targaryens achieved , but they were stuck with each other regardless . as siblings , as spouses , as king and queen . the love they held for each other wasn't the expected , but there was love .

❛ aegon ... ❜ she began with a failing whisper . ❛ aegon ! ❜ she refrained from touching him , afraid to inflict him any pain , but she did bounce on the opposite side of the bed . ❛ you've got to wake up , aegon ! ❜ // @king7doms

[prodigum]

@king7doms said: "You're beautiful, you know that?" / tormund & brienne

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 , her body aches of morning everywhere it bends. and the cold northern air does its proper job of stiffening her joints. she is both bright and a statue among the chaotic celebration of a battle won. victory sings to her sweetly and so she finds herself entertaining her own cups for the evening.

there isn't any silence to break , but his voice pierces its way into her ears with such profound force she could not ignore it if she tried. it is not the first of tormund's attempts and brienne suspects it will not be the last. persistence speaks for itself , allows herself to consider. however foreign and sloppy that might be. she entertains the thought for the time being — some wicked , and no doubt drink-fueled , desire to dig in deep.

❝ what is it that you want from me , wilding? ❞ she takes two steps forward , flaunting her height as though it were a weapon. chin held high. ❝ your pursuits are endless and i cannot find reason to believe your words anything more than a lure to get me into your bed. ❞

[tymptir]

@king7doms says "But you want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape." / jaime @ cersei

" YES . " A HISS AND THE EMPTY CUP COMES DOWN UPON THE TABLE WITH A CLANG ; eyes the colour of wildfire boring into her brother standing before her , blazing with a smouldering glow that promises nothing good . how she wishes to take the cup and rake it down that face that is so very like her own , screaming her rage into the void that would be left . " yes , I wanted you ! you were inside me ! you tasted me ! and then you left me ! "

it shatters her heart all over . shatters her dreams , her concept of reality , all she encompasses and resides over . his place was by her side . always . and yet he had abandoned her for months . disappeared into nothing but a faint memory to do . . . what ? keep her warm at night ? as if he'd ever done that before . " you left me ! and now you return half the man you were before and I am to wonder what I have waited for ! my one - handed knight in shining armour ! " and she throws the cup at him , burning with rage and fear and jealousy .

[afterqueen]

@king7doms ft. rhaenyra.

"Mama   said   you   are   queen   too.   There   are   too   many   of   those."   Jaehaera   said   but   she   did   bow   anyways   because   she   was   taught   how   to   do   it   and   she   is   not   there   to   be   rude.   She   looks   like   her   mother   at   least,   though   older,   but   tired   too.   Jaehaera   thinks   she   looks   like   her   mother   but   her   eyes,   shaded   pink   and   light,   are   a   reminder   of   her   father.   Jaehaerys   always   had   the   more   violet   coloring   of   their   family.   "I'm   bored,   Your   Grace."  

She   speaks,   her   dragon   Morghul   is   not   big   enough   to   fly   but   it   perches   up   on   her   shoulder   looking   upward,   almost   serpentine   like   around   her   neck   as   if   to   protect   her,   but   Jaehaera   simply   pats   under   his   neck.   "He   is   being   silly,   I'm   sorry."   He   has   been   unrested   ever   since   the   death   of   Jaehaerys.   But   right   now,   without   another   child   around,   she   isn't   sure   what   to   do.   "Mama   said   there   was   a   boy   named   like   father.   But   they   told   me   he   left   now."