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i'll be around here to work on things tomorrow. i'm so sorry i've been quiet!!!

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

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𝐀𝐔:  𝐀  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

born  to   king  aerys  ii  targaryen   and   queen  rhaella  targaryen  ,  baelon  is  the  younger  brother  of  viserys  ,  and  elder  brother  to  daenerys.   born  frail  and  weak  ,         maestors  were  not  confident  that  the  boy  would  survive  very  long.   while  the  king  wasn't  certain  that  he  was  worth  the  effort  ,  the  queen  rhaella  wish  to   see  the  boy  live.   he  was  sent  to  dorne  with  a   secret  staff   of  household  to  travel  with  him  in  hopes  of  finding  something  that  would  help  the  boy  live.

it  was  because  of  him  being  sent  away  and  kept  secret  ,  that  when   the  rebellion  began   ,  the  knowledge  of  baelon  targaryen  was  known  to  very  few.   he  remained  in  dorne  ,  where  he  would  stay   in  hiding   away  from  anyone  who  might  come  along  and  recognize  his  features  too  much  ,  dying  his  hair  darker  colors  to  throw  people  off.         though  that's  not  much  of  an  issue  there  so  long  as  he  doesn't  travel  to  the  rest  of  westeros.   as  he  grows  and  learns  about  his  nephews  existence  and  claim  ,  he  would  wish  to  ally  himself  with  him  and  his  group  that  would  wish  to  see  rhaegar's   rightful  heir   back  on  the  throne.

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"Times may change, but men do not."

An independent multi-muse featuring various characters from GRRM works, from A World of Ice and Fire, Fire & Blood, and A Song of Ice and Fire, with some combining elements from HBO adaptations. Written by Nadia. Found at #KING7DOMS

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#TALES0FFYRE.            is  a  private  ,  mutuals  only  ,  multimuse  roleplay  blog  for  various  CANON  &  ORIGINAL  MUSES  from  FIRE & BLOOD / A SONG OF ICE & FIRE  ,  this  blog  will  pull  inspiration  from  both  books & show  for  interpretation  as  well  as  my  own  headcanons.            TOLD  BY  JJ.

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last night i was browsing the webs as ya do waiting for sleep , and i had the insane thought to write an original dragonlord house from old valyria. if the targaryens can be smart enough to get out of there before the doom a few others can do it too am i right?? insane/bad idea or good?

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FEAST0FTALES. is a private , mutuals only , multimuse roleplay blog for muses from the asoiaf book series by george r. r. martin , and hbo's game of thrones. inspiration is taken from book , show , and headcanon alike. ( most muses are book and show compliant. ) due to the nature of the content found in the show and book , this blog is only for writers 21+. personal blogs please do not interact. ruled by jj. she/they. 31+.

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i'm going to try and be good and finish working on my multimuse for asoiaf/got. it's been needing the work so i can be done with blog maintenance.

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logged into my tyrion blog i made with the intent of writing with and never did. so like this post if you want a follow from my tyrion.

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𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐁𝐎 as 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐈

Reign , S01.

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The  comfort  that  sat  between  the  two  of  them  was  something  he  had  come  to  grow  used  to.   It  was  comforting  ,  in  the  ever   raging  fire   that  was  his  family  ,         it  was  nice  to  know  there  was  a  comfortable  carefree  warmth  that  awaited  him.   That  was  what  Doreah  offered  him  that  others  could  not.   A  place  where  there  were   no  expectations.   None  except  that  of  the  two  of  them  finding  pleasure  in  their  time  together.

He  couldn't  speak   for  her  ,  but  he  for  one  couldn't  complain  about  a  single  second  of  time  spent  on  just  being   wrapped  up   in  that  comfort  with  her  for  just  a  short  while.

Her  tales  and  recollections  of  her  home  were   inspiring   to  the  prince.   He  had  often  longed  for  being  able  to  explore  what  the  rest  of  the  world  had.         And  not  being  the  heir  he  was  in  the  convenient  situation  to  do  so.   The  only  thing  stopping  him  ,  was  the  exper  constant   pressure   that  his  sister  endlessly  endured.   The  thought  of  leaving  her  alone  to  handle  all  of  that  something  he  hadn't  yet  been  able  to   allow  himself   to  do.

But  he  had  a  dragon.         And  a  life  that  he  had  not  initially  been  intended  to  have  in  his  eyes.   And  the  more  she  described  her  home  ,  the  parts  of  it  that   stood  apart   from  where  his  family  had  come  to  know  home  ,         lighting  that  fire  in  him  to  go  out  and  see  the  world.   See  the  things  she  described.   Everything  sounding   more  beautiful   than  what  she  had  described  before.

Then  came  that  feeling  of   lips  upon  skin.   Words  asked  against  his  body  causing  slight  goosebumps  to   flare  out   from  where  words  had  made  physical  contact.   Followed  by  a  deep  and   thoughtful  breath.   Arms  squeezed  ever  so  slightly  ,         in  attempt  to  keep  her  just  that  much  closer  to  him.

❛  Well  ,  I  wasn't  initially  ,  ❜   He  teased.   His  own  lips   speaking  words   into  her  pale  colored  hair.   ❛  But  when  you  put  it  that  way.   I  suppose  the  only  thing  stopping  me  would  be  someone  beautiful  ,  ❜   He  placed  a  kiss  to  the  top  of  her  head.   Traveling   back  to  her  lips  as  he  continued  to  speak.   Leaving  a  kiss  between  each  phrase.   ❛  Confident  ,  stunning  ,  talented  ,  flower  to  guide  me  whilst  I'm  there.  ❜   When  he  finished  speaking  ,   periwinkle  eyes   gazed  back  at  hers.   ❛  If  that  was  something  you  wished.  ❜

Doreah   let   out   a   soft,   pleased   sigh   against   the   warm   skin   of   his   chest,   her   fingers   idly   circling   over   the   place   where   his   heart   beat   slow   and   steady   beneath   her   touch.   Baelon's   arms   were   around   her   in   that   way   he   often   held   her   when   the   heat   between   them   had   faded   into   something   quieter—something   gentler.   Not   possessive.   Not   desperate.   But   something   like   longing,   as   if   he   was   always   on   the   verge   of   being   torn   away.

Her   lips   tilted   in   a   knowing   smile   at   his   jest,   the   sort   of   smile   that   always   came   naturally   when   he   spoke   like   that—half   teasing,   half   truth.   She   tilted   her   head   just   enough   to   meet   his   gaze,   her   cheek   resting   easily   on   him.   His   compliment   didn’t   make   her   blush.   It   never   had.   Doreah   had   long   learned   the   power   of   her   body   and   her   words,   and   she   wielded   both   like   silk-wrapped   knives.   But   this—this   quiet   warmth   in   his   voice   when   he   said   such   things—it   made   something   else   stir   in   her.   Not   vanity.   Not   pride.   Something   quieter.   Sadder.

“Then   it   is   good   you   never   asked   me   to,”   she   said   softly,   voice   lilting   with   the   trace   of   her   old   tongue,   sensual   even   when   she   didn’t   try.   “I   was   not   born   to   kneel.   Unless   asked   nicely   for   other.   .   .activities.”   Doreah's   lips   curve   into   a   knowing   smile.   She   leaned   up   just   slightly,   placing   a   kiss   to   his   shoulder,   letting   her   lips   linger   there   like   punctuation   before   settling   back   down   again.

His   question   hung   in   the   space   between   them,   curling   in   the   heat   of   the   room.   Lys.   Gods,   how   long   had   it   been   since   someone   had   asked   her   that?   “The   sea,”   she   said   after   a   moment,   her   voice   quieter   now.   “I   remember   the   color   of   the   water.   Not   blue   like   here.   Not   green.   Brighter.   Too   bright.   Like   glass   when   it   catches   the   sun   just   right.   And   the   breeze   always   smelled   like   citrus—lemons   and   something   sweeter.”

Her   hand   moved   up   to   rest   on   his   chest,   her   thumb   brushing   the   hollow   beneath   his   collarbone.   “There   was   a   market   near   the   steps   of   what   used   to   be   the   old   Dragon   Gate   of   the   Valyrian   Stronghold.   My   patron,   Prince   Lysandro   had   his   personal   house   there,   and   gave   me   the   best   of   views.   He   crowned   me   Goddess   of   Love   every   year.”   A   soft   laugh,   faraway.   “And   how   the   women   used   to   dance   in   the   courtyards   at   night,   not   because   they   were   paid   to.   Just   because   they   could.”   She   went   quiet   again,   her   eyes   closing,   her   breath   steady.   For   a   moment,   she   allowed   herself   to   imagine   it—not   the   past,   but   a   future.   A   small   house   in   Lys.   A   courtyard.   A   man   who   held   her   like   this,   but   not   just   for   the   night.

But   then   the   moment   passed.   It   always   did.

“Why   do   you   ask?”   she   murmured   against   his   skin,   almost   afraid   to   know   the   answer.   “Are   you   thinking   of   flying   there?”

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༄  ҉    JACAERYS  VELARYON:

❛  i  don't  wanna  talk  about  it.  ❜   ,   @worthyheir.

While  some  might  press  with  the  stance  of  being  the  prince's  uncle  ,   he'd  wanted  to  give  Jacaerys   more  respect   than  that.   If  there  was  someone  who  saw  the  heir  to  his  mother's  claim  to  the  throne  work   so  tirelessly   to  be  the  heir  he  needed  to  be  for  Rhaenyra  ,   it  was  Baelon.   He'd  not  been  all  that  much  older  than  his  nephew  when  you  really  thought  about  it.         More  of  an  age  gap  stood  between  Baelon  and  his  own  sister.   That  card  was  not   his  to  play   in  this  situation.   He  preferred  to  come  to  Jace  as  more  of  a  peer  and   a  friend   than  any  figure  of  authority.

❛  Very  well  ,  ❜   Words  nearly  need  to  be   pushed  out   of  him  before  taking  in  a  deeper  breath.         He'll  have  to  try  a  little  harder  next  time  to  get  him  to  come  out  and  talk  about  it.   Much  as  he  did  in   many  an  occasion   when  met  with  resistance  ,  he  let  it  wash  off  his  back  and  straightened  up  to  course  correct.   ❛  Lets  talk  about  troops  then.   Like  it  or  not  we'll  need  men  on  the  ground  ,  I'd  like  to  help  cover   more  of  that  ground   before  the  Greens  can  get  to  it.  ❜

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༄  ҉    RHAENYRA  TARGARYEN:

for   a   concerned   starter.   ,   @heireign.

Concern  sat  with  the  prince  like  a  heavy  weight  upon  his  soul  for  his  sister.   First  their  father  ,  then  Luke  ,  and  now  all  of  this.   This  war  was  quickly  spiraling  into  something  that  would  only  bring   despair   to  them  all.         Though  for  Rhaenyra  that  had  already  long  since  come  to  pass.   His  own  grieving  he  needed  to   set  aside   though.   For  her.   He  couldn't  offer  her  a  solution  that  would  end   all  of  this.   But  he  couldn't  not  make  sure  she  knew  that  she  still  had   someone   she  could  count  on.

If  only  he  knew  the   magic  words   to  make  that  clear  to  her.

With  Daemon  gone  ,  he  could  see   even  more  so   that  this  was  all  weighing  on  their  Queen.         He  needed  to  do  something  ,  offer  something  to  give  her  some  peace  of  mind.   Having  just  returned  from  his   patrols  of  Dragonstone  ,   he  was  happy  to  at  least  have  some  comforting  news.   ❛  Silverwing  and  I  saw   no  changes   on  our  patrols  your  Grace  ,  ❜   It  still   felt  odd   to  say.   But  now  more  than  ever  her  authority  needed  to  be  acknowledged  by  all.   ❛  We  can  rest  assured  for  now  ,  that  we  can  still  count  on   some  time   still  being  in  our  favor.  ❜   Hair  tussled  from  the  wind  of  the  ride.         Braids  pulled  out  here  and  there  from  the  ware  of  weather.   Head  tilts  toward  her  in  attempt  to   gain  her  attention.   ❛  Once  Silverwing  has  rested  some  we'll  set  out  again.  ❜

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While  there  was  still  much  to  be  done  while  the  Lannisters  had  been  in  King's  Landing  ,   Baelon  had  needed  a  break  from  the  Lannisters  ,  from  his  Father  ,  from  the  rest  of  the   Red  Keep.   He  just  needed  a  break  ,         and  one  of  the  convenient  things  about  having  a  dragon  was  the  time  it  took  to  get  away.   Flying  back  to  Dragonstone  for  the  day  was   more  than  possible.   And  with  Silverwing  having  become  more  accustomed  to  the  environment  of  Dragonstone  ,  it  was  hard  for  even  his  father  the  King  to  fight  that.

Besides  ,  he  would  return  to  the  Red  Keep  to  sleep  ,  ready  to  meet   once  again   with  the  Lannister  brothers  for  more  pain  staking  wedding  plans.   Funnily  enouh  ,  there  sister  ,  and  the  woman  he  was   betrothed  too  ,   hadn't  made  a  fuss  at  all  through  the  planning  stages  of  the  wedding.         If  anything  she  seemed  as  though  she  wanted  the  whole  thing  done  and  over  with.   He  couldn't  say  he   blamed  her   one  bit.   If  he  had  it  his  way  ,  they  would  be  having  a  small  Valyrian  ceremony  on   Dragonstone.   As  it  should  be.

Regardless  ,  he  had  made   a  promise   to  his  father  and  Alicent.   He  would  return  to  the  Red  Keep  by  the  night's  end  ,  to  be  ready  for  the  planned  breakfast  with  Lord  Jason  and  Ser  Tyland  in  regards  to  the  wedding.         The  night  air  offering  a  refreshing  feeling  on  his  flight  back  to  the  Red  Keep.   He  had  taken  a   different  route   back  this  time.   Wanting  to  take  in  some  of  the  sights  he  wouldn't  flying  straight  from  the  bay.   The  sight  of  a  fast  moving  horse   caught  his  attention.   Though  it  almost  hadn't.   Silverwing  seemed  to  know  who  it  was  though  ,         revealing  to  him  that  it  was  his  betrothed  attempting  to  make  a  getaway  from  something.   Which  only  triggered  the  instinct   to  protect  ,   before  changing  course.

❛  Demās  ,  Gēliotīkun!  ❜   He  called  to  his   loyal  mount.   Hearing  her  response  before  the  two  descended  to  the  earth  below  them  ,         and  where  Kaera  and  her  horse  were  currently  exposed  upon  the  King's  Road.   Making  sure  to  make  a   round  about   a  good  height  above  them  to  signal  his  presence  before  landing  in  front  of  her.   As  she-dragon  planed  herself   firmly  upon  earth  ,  Baelon  merely  shifted  slightly  in  his  saddle  upon  Silverwing  ,  letting  out  a  steadying  breath.

❛  Tis  a  bit  late  for  a  nightly  ride  upon  the  King's  Road.   One  might  say  that  to  be  ill  advised.  ❜

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❝ i'll always protect you. ❞ - to kaera lannister

Kaera had been standing in the hall, the hood of her cloak placed upon her head. She needed to leave, get away from this place but how would she possibly get away from the guards and her brothers. Looking around the room, she was so glad to actually read those books about Maegor and what he'd had added all over the keep.

She walked over to the tapastry and let her hands run over the cool stone blocks. Kaeara couldn't help the smile brightening her face that was now pushing the stone in to reveal the walkway that went out of the Red Keep. Once she'd gotten away, she traded a craftman's wife for her cloak. It wasn't a great disguise but at least she wasn't covered head to toe with lions and dragons.

"I'll always protect you."

The words of her prince now echoed through her mind and she wished he was there. What would he think of her when he found out that she'd run away. Would the king make her return and marry him without taking for granted that a week long celebration of the Prince's wedding was nothing she wanted. Maybe she should have sent a raven to inform him of the fight, to let him come and help her. No, she would leave on her own, return to Casterly on her own and send for the Prince to come and speak with her.

It didn't take long till she was riding away from the keep and onto the King's road. She hated how out in the open she was after riding for quite some time but she felt her horse tense. Lavenia stopped and felt as though she was going to rear up at whatever was making her nervous. Dismounting from the animal, she could even feel herself that there was someone coming. She plaecd her hands on the horses white nose, letting her head rest on her muzzle.

"Please.. please just get me home and you will never have to go to King's Landing again and we will be home with all of your favorite treats from High Garden."

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It's  never  been  lost  on  him  that  marriage  is  so  vastly  different  for  those  like  Myrcella.   For  his  sister  …  For  his   mother.   Perhaps  it  was  the  prince  being  more  or  less   brought  up   by  his  elder  sister.         Knowing  what  it  was  that  had  been  the  reason  for  his  mother  being  vacant  in  his  life  ,  that  had  always  cause  Baelon  to  look  at  the  whole  subject  of  marriage  with  a   sour  look.   The  trouble  with  being  nobility  ,  or  royalty   in  general  ,  was  that  everyone  at  one  point  or  another  ,  was  someone  else's  piece  to  move  in  their  favor.

Myrcella  had  been  seen  as  that   more  so   than  Baelon.         Something  he  was  also  not  made  naive  to  thanks  to  his  sister.   While  he  could  only  do   so  much   in  his  situation  ,         he  could  still  do  the  best  that  he  could  to  ensure  that  she  was  happy.   He  could  do  his  best  to  make  sure  she  knew   truly   how  he  saw  her.

Lips  curl  up  into  a   proud  smirk   upon  her  admitting  words.         If  only  she  knew  what  she  did  to  him  saying  things  like  that.   A  slight  chuckle  as  hands  weathered  only  by   dragon  riding   and  ground  combat  lift  to  gently  tap  her  chin.   Gently   urging   that  gaze  to  remain  on  him.   Hoping  she  would  honor  him  in  his  request.

❛  Mm  ,  good.  ❜   Words  are  quiet.   As  if  uttered  for  them  and   them  alone.   ❛  You  have  a  way  of  taking  the   very  breath   from  me  when  you  walk  into  a  room.   It's  only  fitting  I  return  the  favor  a  bit.  ❜   Hand  that  held  her  chin  reached  to  tuck  a  strand  of   golden  locks   behind  her  ear.   ❛  How  people  underestimate  you  I  will   never  know.  ❜

@seirudy asked: ❛ look at me . ❜

The   fire   crackled   softly   behind   them,   its   glow   painting   the   stone   walls   in   flickers   of   gold   and   shadow.   Myrcella   stood   near   the   window,   her   hands   clasped   tightly   before   her,   chin   tilted   down   as   though   the   silk   rug   beneath   her   feet   held   the   answer   to   the   war   in   her   chest.   The   silence   stretched   between   them—heavy,   expectant—until   Baelon's   voice   broke   it,   low   and   coaxing.

She   stiffened.   Three   simple   words.   Yet   they   unraveled   something   inside   her.   Slowly,   hesitantly,   she   turned.   Her   eyes   met   his—storm-bright,   searching.   She   hated   how   much   she   longed   for   this,   for   him   to   see   her   not   as   a   piece   on   a   board,   not   as   a   Baratheon   or   a   bargaining   chip—but   as   Myrcella.   Just   Myrcella.Her   voice   caught   in   her   throat,   but   her   gaze   didn’t   waver.   She   looked   at   him—really   looked—and   in   that   breath,   all   the   things   she   had   swallowed   down   rose   like   a   tide.  

The   fear,   the   defiance,   the   hope.   “I   am,”   she   whispered,   barely   audible.   “I   am   looking.”   And   gods   help   her,   she   meant   it.   It   is   not   proper,   how   she   had   looked,   or   looks   at   him.   But   the   fire   in   her   belly   tells   her   otherwise.   "You   make   me   look   like   a   wanton   woman."

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Royal  meets  with  royal  with  tensions  high  enough  to  rival  the  sands  that  surround  Dorne.   Baelon  has  been  sent  here  with  a   simple  mission.          Get  the  Dornish  banners  under  his  sister's  name  by  whatever  means  necessary.   Within  peaceful  means  that  is.   With  a  war  happening  within  the  house  of  the  Dragon  ,  marriage  proposals  were  the   most  peaceful   of  options.   Rhaenyra's  sons  were  already  spoken  for.

Her  brother  however  …  Still  a  very  viable  option.

It  would  be  nice  to  be  able  to   marry  for  love.   But  the  young  prince  never  held  a  single  notion  within  his  heart  that  he  would  be   so  lucky.   The  best  he  could  hope  for  ,  was  that  she  would  at  least   hopefully   ,  not  be  terrible.   Princess  Arianne  was  no  hand  to  attempt  to  take   lightly.   And  Baelon  was  no  fool.         The  positive  to  his  years  of  being  weak  allowed  him  to  learn  a  sharp  mind  could  be  just  as  useful.   Knowledge  on  the  great  houses  became  his   specialty.   Even  when  he  was  finally  strong  enough  to  exist  with  the  rest  of  his   intended  peers   ,  knowing  the  working  politics  of  the  world  around  him  seemed  far  more  useful.

Because  of  this   regard  for  knowledge   ,         he  had  seen  it  coming  that  there  would  be  conditions  to  the  offer  he  brought  to  the  princess.   Kind  regards  pull  a   smirk   to  Baelon's  lips.   The  rumors  were  right  ,  the  Princess  Arianne  was  no  woman  to  underestimate.   He  had  expected   no  less   from  her.   Not  only  that  ,         he  had  expected  the  additional  condition  of  their  support.   He  had  discussed  it  at  length  with  Rhaenyra  before  coming  here.   What  gaining  their  support   might  mean.   A  strenuous  endeavor  to  be  sure.         Nobody  in  the  room  was  naive  to  the  sorted  past  that  had  transpired  between  their  people.   Baelon  had  always  seen  the  situation  as  one  where  peace   could  be  found.   If  only  the  right  solution  could  be  found.   Perhaps   this   could  be  a  moment  to  be  remembered.

❛  I  myself  have  always  found  the  Dornish  practices  to  be  more  preferable  to  what  might  be  found  elsewhere.   I  come  here  in  hopes  that  union  could  bring  about   exactly   what  you  wish  from  my  sister.  ❜   Hands  moved  behind  him.   Resting   clasped  together   behind  his  back.   ❛  Should  you  agree  to  our  terms  ,  I've  arranged  with  my  sister  to  set  forth  negotiations  between  you  and  her  for  a  cease  in  all  conflicts  between  our  nations.  ❜   It  was  a   big  claim.   One  he  knew  he  was  likely  going  to  have  to   prove   in  order  for  her  to  accept  the  proposal.         But  they  needed  her  men  in  order  to  have  a  stand  against  the  Greens.   ❛  Dorn  will  continue  to  rule  itself  ,  with  a  Queen  of  Dorne  ,  and  hopefully  the  beginning  of  a  long  standing  friendship  with  the  ruler  of  Westeros.  ❜   His  one  hope  ,  was  that  being  a  prince   championing   for  a  change  in  the  established  order  ,  may  yet  help  in  convincing  her.

The   sun   was   high   over   Sunspear,   spilling   molten   gold   through   the   colored   glass   of   the   Tower   of   the   Sun.   Heat   clung   to   the   stone   walls   like   silk   on   skin,   but   Princess   Arianne   sat   composed,   her   expression   unreadable   as   the   Targaryen   prince's   words   settled   into   the   air   like   desert   sand   after   a   storm. @seirudy

Arianne's   gaze   flicked   over   Baelon   Targaryen—his   silver   hair   gleaming,   his   violet   eyes   too   proud   by   half.   A   dragon’s   offer   was   never   without   fire   beneath   it,   and   she   knew   well   that   marriage   to   a   prince   came   shackled   to   promises   and   debts   not   easily   untangled.   "My   Prince,"   she   said   at   last,   voice   smooth   as   honeyed   wine,   "Dorne   has   endured   centuries   of   men   who   offer   thrones   and   crowns   like   they   are   trinkets   to   be   bartered.   You   speak   of   marriage   as   if   it   is   coin   for   loyalty."

She   rose   slowly,   each   movement   deliberate,   her   silk   skirts   whispering   around   her   ankles.   "And   yet,   we   are   not   so   easily   bought."   Arianne   stepped   closer,   her   chin   held   high,   the   sun   catching   in   the   copper   of   her   hair.   "You   offer   yourself   as   a   husband   in   exchange   of   Dornish   spears   and   loyalty   in   a   war   that   is   not   our   own."

She   let   the   silence   stretch,   savoring   the   tension.   "But   neither   do   we   turn   from   fire   when   it   suits   us.   If   Rhaenyra   Targaryen   seeks   our   banners,   then   let   her   do   so   not   with   offers   of   hand   and   bed,   but   with   respect   for   our   sovereignty,   for   our   pride."   Her   smile   was   sharp.   "Still...   I   do   not   dismiss   your   offer   entirely.   Only   know   this—if   I   wed   a   dragon,   he   must   understand   the   sun   burns   just   as   hot   as   fire."

[seirudy]

Words  that  usually  came  so  naturally  to  the  prince  now  something  he  stumbles  over.   Nervousness  over  what's  to  come  overcoming  his  ability  to   use  tact   when  speaking  having  flown  away  with  what  remained  of  the  warm  air.   Baelon  wasn't  like  this  ,         wasn't  so  cavalier  with  his  words  to  cause  such  a  reaction  from  her.   It  had  never  been  his  intention.   To   hurt  her.   But  it  seemed  to  be  too  late  for  that.   The  damage  was  already  done.   It  was  clear  just  from   looking  at  her.

They  were  smarter  ,  yes.   But  that   hardly  mattered   anymore.   Needless  words  that  likely  only  aided  in  making  her  feel  as  though  this  was  something   simple   to  avoid.         Which  was  honestly  the  last  thing  she  needed  in  that  moment.   How  careless  of  him.   When  she  spoke  though  ,  thin  brows  crease  together.   Knitted  with   concern   over  what  those  words  could  mean  coming  from  her.

Rather  than  cut  her  off.   Proclaim  her  words  to  be   misinformed   ,  there  is  nothing  but  quiet   willingness  to  listen.   It's  always  been  his  way.   Perhaps  why  many  said  he  held  a   gentle  spirit.   A  calm  waiting  dragon  ,  sometimes  stoic  or  longful  for  something  else.   But  here  ,         that  look  is  held  with  the  need  to  know  her  own  truth  in  this.   If  anything  to  do  what  he  can   help.

❛  You  misunderstand  me  ,  my  lady.  ❜   Perhaps  some  did  not  see  Sara  in  due  of   that  respect.   But  Baelon  wasn't  like  most  prince's  or  high  born  lords.   ❛  The  regret  falls  nowhere  in  your  involvement.   Meerely  my  own  in  not  seeing  how  this  could  have  been  circumvented  so  as  notto  come  down  harshly  upon  you.  ❜

@seirudy asked: “We’re smarter than this.”

The   snow   had   fallen   in   thick,   quiet   sheets,   muffling   even   the   sound   of   the   wind   as   it   swept   across   the   courtyard   below.   Sara   stood   with   her   arms   wrapped   around   herself,   the   furs   draped   over   her   shoulders   doing   little   to   warm   the   ache   in   her   chest.   The   words   still   rang   in   her   ears,   sharper   than   any   frost.

“We’re   smarter   than   this.”   He   had   said   it   as   if   reason   alone   could   undo   what   had   already   been   done.   As   if   cleverness   could   wash   away   heat   and   impulse   and   the   terrible,   aching   want   that   had   tangled   between   them   these   last   nights.

She   didn’t   look   at   him   when   she   spoke.   Her   eyes   stayed   fixed   on   the   distant   trees   beyond   the   walls,   where   the   winter   was   slowly   creeping   into   the   south,   turned   the   world   into   something   clean   and   untouched.   Untouched—how   fitting.

"You   speak   of   smart   as   if   it   means   safe,"   Sara   said,   her   voice   low,   but   steady.   "As   if   we   haven’t   already   crossed   every   line   that   mattered."   The   silence   that   followed   was   not   empty.   It   was   full—of   the   weight   of   names,   of   the   pull   between   blood   and   bone   and   desire.   Of   everything   they   weren’t   supposed   to   be.

She   turned   her   head   then,   just   enough   to   glance   at   him   from   the   corner   of   her   eye.   “Tell   me,   Baelon.   Was   it   smart   the   first   time,   or   only   now   that   we   remember   who   we   are?”