#halfyearsqueen

[alienoryva]

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN MODERN AU💸

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This is what I imagine if Rhaenyra lived in modern times—

[lcerys]

there is a woman by the shore, luke realizes with a jolt, and he squints his eyes he can see a ship at the distance. A PROPER SHIP, BIGGER THAN HE'S EVER SEEN, not alike the one he gets on for fishing. it is not unusual, with the small fishing village nearby. even if he resides further from them, at the edge of it with ronnel and his wife. even if he walks the shore to get away from the others. no, someone else's presence is not unique ― but how the woman looks like is. she wears the rich clothing ronnel had said belonged to nobles, enough that he cannot help but stare for a few moments, feeling stuck in his place ( he had been wearing clothes as such when he and his wife had found him, but he has no explanation for that. he has no name but luke, the only thing he was able to say the fisherman when he had awoken days later, and so he had pressed the clothes together carefully and put them away ). nobles had little and less reasons to set foot in these parts and yet there she stood. he dallies for a moment, hesitant between offering his help and turning 'round to return to the house. yet she seems too close for her not to see him, and leaving now may seem more impolite than not offering any help. “ my lady ? do you need help ? or... your ship and crew, if it is yours ? ” he is ASSUMING but he does not consider it an unfair one.

@halfyearsqueen -> amensia au.

[nohound]

@halfyearsqueen's : rhaenyra targaryen liked for a starter from, jacaerys velaryon.

THE STONE MAP TABLE GLOWS LIKE A FUNERAL PYRE THAT SHAN'T EVER BE LIT. jacaerys' fingers curl inward to form fists at either sides of his body, his nails biting painfully at the flesh curled within.

this wasn't fair, this wasn't right. the thoughts thrum like drums, too loud to go unheard. luke had gone as a peaceful envoy of one against a war machine, and a man with half a mind gone mad with revenge. there was no part of jace that could not concur that he should have gone with his brother, that he should have accompanied lucerys to stormsend... for in his mind, there is no graver failure— than that of failing to protect his family.

still, he musters some amount of strength as his mother enters the room ( black on black, the color of mourning ) and stands up straighter, eyes and pug face to her entrance at the mouth of the map room as he begins to step towards her, both hands outstretched as to take hold of her arms.

" mother . . . "

[damesele]

❝ your grace, ❞ the lady marian bent at the knee to execute a perfect curtsy, at once all deference and greeting. her hands folded neatly in place in a way that would make her septa sing for joy, she regarded the princess with a smile. ❝ i should like to invite your highness to ride with me today, if you've the inclination. i regret that i have only horses, ❞ a full grin, now. ❝ but they're skilled ones and itching for a ramble. ❞ as was she. too long among castle walls and she grew irritable, claustrophobic. what better excuse to go riding?

@halfyearsqueen liked for a starter.

[isefyres]

@halfyearsqueen asked: We will prevail and bring forth peace. / maybe reassuring aegon iii

Aegon   understands   so   little   at   times.   The   air   has   shifted   around   them   and   his   wits   are   no   longer   praised.   Once   a   castle   that   felt   fill   with   home,   now   is   filled   with   armed   soldiers   and   lords   and   his   mother   wears   a   crown.   He   is   old   enough   to   know   what   that   means;   grandfather   is   dead   and   she   is   queen.   And   yet,   some   call   his   half-uncle   king.   Why   would   they   do   such   a   thing   when   she   was   proclaimed   queen?  

"You   are   queen.   Why   do   they   reject   that?"   He   asks   in   turn.   Lilac   eyes   looking   up.   He   holds   many   things   to   himself,   like   how   he   sees   fire   in   his   dreams   and   a   golden   dragon   and   silver   hair.   Or   how   he   had   picked   an   egg   for   Visenya   and   now   the   egg   will   never   hatch   and   he   will   never   have   a   little   sister.   But   Aegon   understands.   "I   will   fight   for   you   like   father   does.   Stormcloud is   big   enough   to   ride   now.   I   will   make   it   right."

[roseguided]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐍. the guilt inside her chest is immeasurable, to know her son was responsible. to know her son caused rhaenyra so much pain by taking her son from her. yet, in return, they took her grandson . . a loss alicent feels just as powerful. the pair of them used to be such good friends, used to love one another as such, & now it's forgotten in the betryal & grief of what they've done to each other. we are both mothers, alicent once said, & we love our children. eyes had lowered themsevles, unable to meet rhaenyra's gaze until she opens mouth to speak: ❛ rhaenyra, ❜ tears well, threatening to blur vision but the queen holds them back. she takes a deep breath, ❛ i am so . . . sorry about what happened to lucerys. you must believe me that i hadn't the faintest idea what would happen when sending aemond to storms end. ❜

[ * @halfyearsqueen liked for a starter from my hotd muses ! > alicent hightower to rhaenyra targaryen ]

[debreuil]

@halfyearsqueen * 🎁 – an ego thing, lizzy mcalpine.

"i can't stand a compromise, your grace,"  is it a simple occupational hazard, she sometimes wonders, a neccessary quirk for a spy of her standing, anonymous yet with an infamous reputation, whispered of in only the murkiest circles in the darkest corners of the court?  perhaps.  but then, perhaps not.  her past indicates otherwise.  "something tells me i'm not alone in that."

 

[velcryons]

"Hurry up Rhaenyra or we're going to miss the start!"

Clutching her skirts, Laena hurried through the corridors and up the winding steps that connected the many floors of the Red Keep. It wasn't the first time she'd seen the parade of nobles enter the castle ('The March of the Boot Kissers', her uncle Vaemond had once called it), and while she certainly doubted it would be her last, she still found excitement at the prospect.

A stray look over her shoulder was all she could manage to make sure the Princess was still behind her.

@halfyearsqueen || sc. still accepting

[forgaeven1]

❛ i loved your mother ... ❜ a pause. ❛ and i know she bore great love for you, as well. ❜

a short sc ♡︎ / @halfyearsqueen

[kronulv]

"perhaps   one   day   you   could   visit   the   north,   your   grace.   it   is   far   away   but   it's   still   part   of   what   will   be   your   realm."   and   despite   how   he   adjust   with   ease   to   king's   landing   and   the   crownlands,   he   is   already   craving   the   gush   of   winds   and   the   gentle   breeze   that   even   shows   in   the   middle   of   spring   and   fall.   the   north   is   always   cold   but   for   robb,   it's   home.   as   warm   as   dragon's   breath   would   be   to   the   targaryens.  

"and   if   you   do   so,   I   will   personally   see   that   you   will   lay   eyes   on   the   wonders   of   the   north.   there   are   even   rumors   of   an   ice   dragon   in   the   crypts."   he   always   went   there   as   a   child   to   try   and   seek   a   dragon's   egg   but   to   no   veil.   perhaps   ice   dragons   were   simply   different,   but   the   tale   was   one   spoken   so   many   times,   it   was   hard   not   to   take   on   it.   though   he   much   rather   prefers   the   company   of   his   direwolf,   who   seems   content   to   guard   their   walk,   only   a   few   steps   behind. @halfyearsqueen

[mvndrvke]

@halfyearsqueen : [ wounded ]   sender patches up receiver's wounds

The pain has not faded. Harwin had made his way to Dragonstone against the advice of all the maesters who had tried to keep him in Harrenhal to recover further from his injuries, but he needed to be with his family. He never should’ve left them in the first place. 

So he’d left. Harrenhal was ash and bones, but he was alive. The burns along his chest and neck are still blistered and painful, but he ignores them as much as he can as he makes the long journey to Dragonstone. 

Rhaenyra had found him, as he’d hoped she would. She had taken the salve from his hand, and they’d sat together wordlessly for awhile as she carefully applied it to his burns. It hurts, but he sits there as still as he can, trying not to flinch at each touch. 

He only breaks the silence when the tears begin to fall. Harwin is not one to often cry, but he cannot seem to stop himself. 

“I never should’ve left," he whispers, voice hoarse. "I'm so sorry...."

[dreadryder]

halfyearsqueen

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kore ... @halfyearsqueen your thoughts are so incredibly nourishing ... every point you make regarding our kids fuels my brain and keeps me ravenous for more. you make me THINK which is something i crave deeply and admire sooo much, in a person. your rhaenyra is crafted and handled with such care + the world you have embellished for her is something truly special and engaging. you are a very approachable and warm person, and it's lovely to feel so safe when talking with a person; which is how i feel! it's a true joy, as a writer, to be able to engage with another's mind on such a stimulating level, and helps me think about my aemond's wider thoughts + intentions in wildly au situations ... you're quite literally feeding my brain. we are just getting started with aemond + rhaenyra's dynamics and, already, i can't wait to explore every inch of every verse and every au for them both. i am so grateful to have met you here and i'm sooo excited for what's to come.

[lcerys]

@halfyearsqueen said : " i try to know as many people as i can. you never know which one you'll need. "

his head turns slightly to the side as he peers at the room. standing at the edges of it, he can see most of it well enough, he considers. there are not truly enough people for him to feel uncomfortable, his own preferences aside. the few lords, and the family or courtiers accompanying them, besides, were familiar. houses sworn to either dragonstone directly, or the crownlands ― but their faces were familiar enough that luke considered them such in turn. it does not mean he is in any rush to start the pleasantries he must in a few, but at least he does not feel like getting out of his own skin as he had in his youth. the musicians play their songs loud enough to be heard from all places, drowning the sound of talking of anyone not very close, without it tilting into overwhelming. truly, he has no reason for complain.

he smiles at his mother, slight and close lipped but honest. the expression of neutrality he may force his face later may not be entirely honest but that would come later, and only depending on how the evening went. for now, he is genuine as he looks at her. “ that sounds so very transactional, does it not ? but yes, i am sure that is useful. ” he says, with a huff, but agreeing. it was important, after all, was it not ? to keep close relations, as much as possible, and with different people. he does not think he is as good at it as mother is, or jace ― diplomacy is not where he would say he excels, even without any real stake so far. but every time he's seen mother interact with the lords, he's never though she's done anything but a stellar job at it. “ i shall go greet some later. ”

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE & HBO'S GAME OF THRONES

[feminants]

eight days on the stormy sea, travelling entirely by ship (a hijacked ship, at that) and avoiding land at any cost, for fear that her family might be returning from the capital and catch her in the act; not that a carriage on the kingsroad would have shortened her journey any. yet, arduous as it was, she has finally arrived to dragonstone. unpresentable to a queen of the realm, no doubt, and reeking of too many foul smells to name, but in one piece nonetheless.

is it treason, what she's done? certainly, she's disgraced herself in the eyes of her house, but then, what regard had it held her in to begin with? and surely, in order to be considered treason, ought one not be betraying their sworn sovereign? aloria does not agree that the targaryen who sits the iron throne now fits that title, no matter what her stepmother might spew, or what her father obtusely agrees with.

"your grace," spine turns to stone for the briefest of moments as she stands across from @halfyearsqueen, until she regains control of her senses and bows her head, knees following soon after to offer up an inelegant curtsy. "i wish it were under more pleasant circumstances that our paths have again crossed," a difficult task indeed, to somehow be worse than the royal progress all those years ago, when the then-princess was forced to endure all the eligible bachelors that the kingdom had to offer –– two swanns among them. though far from graceful were they, aloria's juniors by close to a decade, and four and seven years younger than the princess herself. "but i set out as soon as the summons reached stonehelm."

[dimeremantiro]

@halfyearsqueen

"The crown will find a good match for you, or a lady to serve under." Lord Tully had said, but he had sheepishly added that the later would likely precede the former. Jennifer understood: Landed or no, almost nobody believed her a maiden still after going missing. She had had to beg her own Lord Paramount to look her in the eye, once, after the tragedies she had suffered... And there were some that still doubted her identity to this very day. It did not help that she refused to be without Brown. The dog was linked to her, impossibly well behaved, featured on her own sigil, and yet it was not a wondrous beast but a simple dog. A big mutt with a silly name of peasant quality.

Even when she was believed, it was interesting how many people would feel empathy for Lady Caellan's lack of luck, yet how few would give her support. Her aunt and her Lion husband wanted her land still, but mostly they were furious at the humiliation that was her own survival. With her lord's levy she had gone to the red keep, presenting herself to other ladies. Find allies. Ask about younger brothers and widowed sons. About young willful women in search of companionship.

Old Lady Massey had grabbed her hand quicker than she intended, speaking of similarities to her own granddaughter, a sweet girl of gentle disposition, and promising her a good gentle wing to rest under. She had fed Brown meat pies off the table, winning her heart as well. She had breathed easy and slept soundly that night.

But as always, her luck had run out. It had been her understanding that she'd be meeting Lady Elisa. Not the Realm's Princess and Heir. Yet here she was, in the flesh and in front of her. House Caellan could be a worthy investment for house Massey, but she did not understand what she could do for House Targaryen.

Was the smell of dragon what made Brown uneasy, or was it him feeling nervousness from her? She felt his anxiety in her heart, and she could see how stiff he was, or perhaps the other way round. Us both can be brave, Jennifer told herself and Brown both, quickly getting on her feet to kneel. The dog knelt as well. It often endeared him to lords and ladies, and Jennifer hoped this was no different (The Princess could fly, but her dog could still disgust her. It was no noble dragon, though Jennifer would prefer him five hundred times over).

"Your Grace honors me with her presence." Jennifer found herself saying.

[roseguided]

❛ i cannot, in good conscious, involve my people in another war. ❜ aliandra clasps hands tightly at her front.

[ * @halfyearsqueen liked for a one-liner. ]