abrenuntio
abrenuntio
fire and blood
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A banished Targaryen with nowhere left to hide, no desire to retake the iron throne; Aenys simply wants to keep her head.. Tracking: abrenuntio [ Independent GoT OC RP. No icons/gifs are mine. Will RP with anyone. May be nsfw. ]
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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Sorry for being gone! It took me until just now to catch up on GoT properly!
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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Diane Kruger
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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Sorry for my flakey appearances the past few days; I've been busy with my summer job.
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"I appreciate it, your kindness. I was hoping to offer my help to your conquest?"
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     ❛ No, please do not feel that way.           Having you is more than enough.❜
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"Can I help you?"
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"To keep my head, for one."
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"Then you leave me to ask what it is you wish for.”
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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           "I wish I could offer you more, Daenerys - but I have seen no one."
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"Aenys. I was a few years older than you when they smuggled all the Targaryen children from Westeros."
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     ❛ I was unaware.
               It is wonderful to meet you, Aenys.                I am very happy to know I still have family. ❜
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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                                 "I leave Daenerys to her conquering; I fear I wouldn't make a very                                        good Queen, anyway. I wasn't bred for it."
                               She wrinkled her nose as if in distaste, bringing her cup to her lips.
                                   "No, I have no use for the iron throne - nor the wars it causes. I                                            don't care who sits their pompous behind upon it as long as I                                            get to keep my head."
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              “ Whatever is your cause, you seek my                 side, my person. What do you seek?                 The throne? If so, I will not help you.                                    I’ll wash my hands of the dead men                                    who died for a moment of greatness,                                    sitting on that cold iron chair.”
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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                               "I have my reasons. Ones that would be complicated in                                                                 explanation. In essence, however, it is because you're a                                                                 brilliant woman, Lady Stark. You have power of your                                                                        own, in a way most people don't understand - or                                                                                     respect."
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                  “ Befriending a powerless widow in the hope of                     a safe side to ride onward will prove you to be                                        …not necessary.”                    Although glad she was of the thought of being                    sought by someone like the lady in front of her.                  “ I do not see nor understand your reasoning.                           Why me?”
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"Aenys. I was a few years older than you when they smuggled all the Targaryen children from Westeros."
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     ❛ When one believes they are the only remaining           of her blood, to hear of a cousin…surprise should           seem to be a natural reaction. What is your name? ❜
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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                                              "You mistake me, Lady Stark. I know very well of your son and                                                        his goals - but I do not seek him. Especially when he                                                                      has men who are very easily fooled."                She pauses, briefly, smiling.                               "I am here to speak with you. It is your frinedship I seek, power or not."
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                “ And which side would be opposing mine? Yours? My son’s?                                      I hold no power, my lady.                                           It is my son’s banner you are seeking.”         Catelyn sighed, letting her cup lay on the table beside her. She crossed her arms                      gently, staring at the ground.                    “ You came alone, didn’t you? How did my son’s men missed you?”
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"I've had a long day at work and could use a good drink."
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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abrenuntio · 11 years ago
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"And yet I cannot enter any town without someone accusing my family and house of such monstrosities; and then they take it out on me. What my house did - it is not my fault." On some days, she wished she had been born into another house - or at the very least, a Targaryen bastard like the Blackfyres. Even if she hadn't been cursed with this blasted silver-blonde hair. "You're someone. Everyone is someone." Aenys spoke, smiling warmly to him. "Besides, you certainly don't need armor or a house to be a saviour. You likely saved my life, Grenn - someone with armor or a house wouldn't have because they would have seen me as a traitor Targaryen who didn't deserve to live. In many ways, you're more brillian and quite a lot better than men who belong to even the noblest of houses." She paused. "If you'll permit me to say such, of course. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
  "I dunno about it being awful,” Grenn rumbled as he gave a shrug of his broad shoulders. “You have a house and home, not everyone can say that. A legacy and all that fancy stuff. Me?” He looked a little surprised at the thought of talking about himself around someone from a House. What would they want to know about him that was of interest? Grenn was nothing. If he had to talk about his family well — He wished he had a way with words to try and avoid a topic such as that. She was good with words, and he was good with his hands. Grenn supposed that one couldn’t have both. "Just Grenn. A nothing, a nobody," He gave a toothy smile over to her as they walked slowly along the street. His eyes looked for some sort of acceptable tavern. The ones he had seen didn’t seem the place that a woman should enter, at least enter and expect respect. "Though I guess tonight you can call me your drinking buddy. Don’t say saviour — That makes me sound all handsome and awesome, like I should have some fancy armour on with a house sigil on it and one of them things that hang from your shoulders."
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