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[preytale]

moved to @withguilt

[preytale]

gaze softens the moment her eyes lock upon his. often, she is one with her doubts. how can she not be – when most in her life have left her disappointed, betrayed her trust, hurt her? but not jon – not him. (perhaps, that ought to be enough to believe in him. brows furrow and with a tilt of her head, a hand reaches for him. slender fingers finding their hold of his hand as she murmurs,  ❝ you'll remain by my side? no matter what? ❞

@preytale (dany) sent 🎁 for #12 birds of a feather by billie eilish

" if you go , i'm going , too , because it was ALWAYS you. "

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the days of being meek and mild are long behind her. she is not the girl wishing to return to a place called home. the one mistreated by her brother, sold off to wed a warlord, and struggling to gain when she had nothing. for she has gained. she has overcome.

and any oversight in those she entrusts or a lie detected will earn the dragon to be awoken. lord varys had betrayed her; her hand had been forced to watch him burn. and lord tyrion was beginning to fail her. everywhere she looked, her claim was being threatened. they look to the girl whose father had been mad and cruel and believe she, too, will be the same. but she is not her father.

time spent with the wife of her hand leaves daenerys both intrigued and mildly annoyed. to be spoken in such a way . . . did alicent forget who she speaks to? yet -- a larger part of daenerys can't help but to watch her in silence, allowing her the moment to speak and get it off her chest. eyes fall to the babe swaddled in the other's arms there is subtle envy. but mostly understanding. to be who she is and have the other's husband as her hand, it must not be easy for the other. just as it is not easy to be a woman in this cruel world. she sympathizes with alicent.

but threats will only be tolerated so far.

❝ i know the kind of man your husband is. it is why i'm choosing to trust him. ❞ even if she is doubtful. (even when his guidance has cost her.) ❝ and i believe you. we all would do anything for our loved ones. -- just as i would do anything to reclaim what is rightfully mine. ❞

daenerys' gaze leaves the bundle and meets the eyes of alicent hightower. seconds pass between them before she murmurs, ❝ i admire you. and your bravery. not many would be bold to make promises of threats. but just as you are brave, you are foolish. so i promise you this: should the day come that you find you have to betray me, you will know a merciful queen. i will grant you a swift death -- i like you far too much to have you burn for your transgressions. ❞

| @preytale sent: wishing only wounds the heart. / daenerys

{☾} "It is not a wish but a DEMAND, your grace." She picks at her fingers as they sit before the fire. Her voice is steady, though her heart races in her chest. There had been no intention to challenge Daenerys--not until she had caught the way the queen had looked at her husband for voicing his opinion. She's still reeling from Lord Varys' demise. "You will not threaten my husband like that ever again."

Regardless of how rightful her claim to the throne, Alicent would not tolerate baseless threats to Tyrion.

She turns cool brown eyes to the DRAGON, keeping her expression level. "I am proud to back your claim. You are the rightful Queen of the Seven Realms. And I am just a simple lady--one you perhaps think of quiet, soft, dull."

Alicent tears her eyes away from the woman, looking at the infant in her arms. She smiles gently, leaning her cheek against the mess of the dark curls of their baby daughter. The babe sleeps tenderly, little rosebud lips parted as soft, milk-scented breaths warm Alicent's cheek. "My husband is a good man. A SMART man. A man who is doing his duty by you every single day. He is also the father to our son and our daughter and my partner." Quietly, brown eyes meet violet, and there's a blaze in her dark eyes.

"You are lucky to have him as an advisor--and he wants nothing more than to see you securely on the throne." There is a gentle pause before she speaks once more. "Queen Daenerys...Do not think that I would not betray you in a heartbeat if any harm comes to Tyrion or our children. That is not a threat. But a PROMISE."

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somewhere along the way, she claimed his heart. to think that he and the princess would ever engage in such an affair was something he'd never believed in before it happened. it started as a proposition; an arrangement at her request. but he had always been drawn to her. and the fact that she was wed in a loveless marriage became a thought to easily ignore. just as being with her made it easier to forget that he could never be recognized as hers; nor the heirs she should have be recognized as his. what they shared was not an easy thing. but there was love.

and he loves to hear her laughter when they share moments such as these. as he hovers over her, two fingers claimed within the heat of her, movements so slow and teasing. laughter of his own could be heard against her neck, a soft groan to follow at the feel of her hands upon his back. ❝ princess, ❞ he responds breathily, tilting his head as his nose gently runs just under her chin -- and soon he is hovering over her. fingers still slowly pushing within her, only to be retracted so that only the tips of his fingers brush against her entrance. ❝ do you mean for me to stop? ❞ he teases, enamored gazed locked on hers.

Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure / harwin | 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | @preytale

the trust she has for ser harwin was INEXPLICABLE. it is why she had proposed such an affair to him ──── to sire her heirs , yes , but so much more had blossomed from such an arrangement. LOVE ──── perhaps not the intense kind she had felt for a man long gone , but love nonetheless. to take him to bed , to have his arms wrap around her , his hands and mouth exploring her body . . . to be able to do the same . . .

his lips are at her neck , beard tickling her skin. a GIGGLE escapes her , interrupted by a soft moan as his hand dips between her thighs , fingers pressing against her core. fingers splay across his bare back , curling to grip desperately at his shoulder blades. “ harwin . . . ”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤindependent & selective 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 from 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤloved by melanie. 21+  &  mutuals only.

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looks like the cat's out of the bag. no more hiding the fact that they've been a bit more connected than they ever led on. a near disaster ended up in relief and all those who'd been around were able to relax; bask in the moment because today was a day without tragedy. they made it out alright and now find themselves sitting out around the deck (or some out on the grass lounging about) – but glenn, he shared a rocking bench with his arm around maggie's shoulder, overlooking the front of the house. at her response, he could only chuckle and welcome her into his side. his chin rests against the top of her head, his feet allowing for the bench to rock to and fro. ❝ so … no more hiding then? this is real? ❞

@preytale : "everyone’s staring at us."

a silence descended upon maggie at glenn's utterance, prompting her to turn her own gaze to survey the others who, as he had observed, were indeed staring at them both. a laugh erupted from her lips, and she returned her gaze to him, a subtle smile gracing her features which gradually widened into a more pronounced expression of amusement as she leaned into him a little more. ❛good, let 'em gawk. they obviously have nothin' better to do.❜

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he knows he ought to abide by regulations of the keep. but there was somethign alluring about the princess that would have ser harwin forgetting his face. how easily he could fall for her coy grin and a bat of her lashes – so easily, he'd sneak away from the keep with her.

but it is best she break rules with him. he'd trust none other to keep watch over her.

as soon as she had joined him, a hand cupped her cheek in response to her touch. eyes lingering upon hers even in the dim lighting of just a lit fire hanging against the wall to illuminate the perimeter.

❝ too long, princess, ❞ he agreed, and only once they had both worn their disguises did he dare to lead the way. a discreet path so no wandering eyes would follow, leading from the keep to the city.

❝ you looked beautiful tonight, ❞ he starts off just above a whisper. ❝ as you always do, ❞ he admits, glancing away from the cobblestoned path to catch a glimpse of her. ❝ and it was an honor to dance with you. ❞ especially considering their dynamic in which he is but a civil servant, and she a princess.

( and yet . . . )

❝ perhaps – once we've returned from exploring the city, i may be welcomed to steal some time with you and jacaerys? ❞ and as he speaks, he reaches for her hand to help her when it came to a higher stone in which they needed to step from.

It never goes without failure. She'll sit and sip her wine while eyes scan the crowd, noting who was there once again and who was new. But always do her eyes search for him, knowing that he's somewhere in the crowd, waiting for his moment. A moment that she had warned him to not repeat the next time, but deep down she knows he will not heed her warning. That he will do as he wants and that alone excites the princess. Makes her sit with anxious anticipation in knowing what would inevitably happen when Ser Harwin Strong's eyes found her from his place in the crowd.

"Ser Breakbones," she teases, making sure that only he will hear. Curtsy is given as her hand is taken into a familiar strong and inviting hand, fingers curling around the meaty paw. It is one hand of two that she knows so well. A touch that she finds herself craving every time they part ways, but knows that she'll feel it again despite her empty warnings. Because in truth, Rhaenyra always hopes that he will ignore her words.

When song comes to an end and hands applaud, her own remain grasped in Harwins'. There is no need to speak any further words, they both know what will come later this evening. So with his knowing look, the princess returned it with a knowing nod and look of her own. One that said 'Until tonight.'

Daemon was the first to show her the secret exits, but he is far from her thoughts and mind. She moved with the gracefulness of a feline, moving through the secret corridors until finally she is reunited with the knight. A smile spreads into place as she comes to join him near the exit, hands reaching to take hold of biceps, as violet eyes stare up at him.

"Come...we've waited long enough..."

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can't they try to fix things? didn't jinx powder see that it had all been a misunderstanding? that at the end of the day, vi came back for her sister? if she hadn't been locked away, she would have made it much sooner. she would have apologized for that stupid fight that occurred during a young teen's grief. she would have taken it all back if she could and returned to her role as big sister who protects her own. were they too far gone?

❝ powder, please – you've gotta listen to me. ❞ she barely recognizes the one before her as her sister. whatever had happened during their time apart, did it ruin things for good? ❝ fu – just put that weapon down and talk to me for a minute, will you? ❞ 

( before she jinxes everything and someone gets hurt. )  – she would never say aloud.

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things have felt … odd. it's been days and she still doesn't understand what ekko's deal is. it's like suddenly he's forgotten all that's happened over the past decade and they're strangers. sometimes he looks at her … speaks to her as though they're on opposite ends instead of on the same side. it bothers her, but powder is trying to have a bit more patience with him. for all she knows, he's going through something and hasn't it with her. or maybe … the thought that she's possibly done something to upset him crosses her mind. ( but what could it possible be … ? )

glancing over from the bar to where ekko sat, she makes her way over to him – taking up a seat beside him, facing his direction. ❝  is … everything okay with us? you'd tell me if i've done something, right?  ❞

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it was the kind thing to do, was it not? an act of heroism after a near scandal caused by cressida cowper. (in which the aforementioned took it upon herself to publicly humiliate miss featherington with a snarky comment, forcing anthony's hand to step in.) now he promenades about the ball – one arm resting behind his back while the other is linked with penelope's as they strolled. 

❝ are you alright, miss featherington? ❞ they've not spoken much since the encounter, but she seems to be holding herself well – considering they've managed to put a great distance between themselves and cressida before any further incident could tae place. ❝ you certainly didn't deserve any of that. ❞

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he's become the very image of marital bliss. in fact, it's only been ten minutes without his darling wife and already anthony's gaze can be found averting from the those partaking in conversation and sweeping the grande hall for a glimpse of her. he would have been perfectly fine and continued as he'd been doing if he'd not heard the snickering coming from his side – a side glance towards his brother and anthony's chest just to puff up defensively in a subtle manner. ❝ just you wait, dear brother. it won't be long before you, too, will be entering the marriage mart. ❞

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PREYTALE  :  an independent & selective multi-fandom multi-muse roleplay blog consisting of canon & original muses of various media.  ( devoted to by: melanie. xxxii. she/her. latina. ) * priority fandoms include : 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉/𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎, ㅤ𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙀, 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈, 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘿𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉 & 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿.

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@choserage ♡'d. / a rare peaceful moment exchanged between them. one in which they're not arguing and their lives aren't in mortal danger. they can simply rest and exist within another's presence. he's not even sure if he's forgiven yet, but the fact he can lay the back his head against her waist without being shoved away has gotta mean something. right? with a turn of his head, his lips kiss just a few inches from her knee. his forearm hooked just under her leg and his hand gripping around the other side gently as though to anchor him to this spot. (always gotta touch somehow, needing reassurance who he's with is real. that they're okay.) ❝ you still hate me? ❞ if that's what it was. she has every reason to be angry with him and yet, like clockwork, he's right back here.

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@bigdaddydaemon ♡'d. / things were how they should have been from the very start. a union held in secret, bound by blood, that now strengthened her. laenor had been good to her. a true and loved friend. but their union had been one of necessity. a match forced upon them both. -- and now he is free to live the life he so desired. as is she. few weeks have passed since this newfound union; liberation to live the life she's yearned for.

now back home at dragonstone, she walks the halls. great news she's been holding in since discovering just that morn. she hadn't seen her husband since they shared their breakfast. (a meal she was incapable of containing.) pacing her room had grown tiresome. she'd heard from one knight that daemon had been in the training yard. shortly after, he'd been spotted at the opposite end of the castle. she would not chase him down, instead she will allow for their paths to cross organically. even if such news was far too exciting for her to contain. it was as she was heading back to her room that the princess came across him -- the opposite side of the hall. and it looked to be that they were seeking the same destination. rhaenyra had found the double doors first; her back leaning against them as she awaited his approach. as soon as he was within walking distance of her, a smile broke through, softening her features. just as a hand came to rest against her abdomen.

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