#oftheconquering

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ( of @oftheconquering ) + 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

it seemed that sarrenax, despite many years, still held an affection for the blood wurm — she'd spied him before aeron did; a flash of red between clouds. sarrenax's bronzed scales danced in the afternoon light and she chased after the other dragon; the first she'd seen in a handful of years of traveling. the sound she let out was a terrifying sound of happiness as she twirled in a sharp dive downwards. at first confused, and then somewhat surprised, aeron allowed sarrenax to take him to ground after caraxes.

"uncle daemon," aeron yelled out in a greeting, raising his voice over the sound of the rumbling breaths of the dragons, dismounting with a grin at the unexpected crossing of paths with his kin. he'd not been back on westerosi soil himself in almost six years, but hadn't anticipated running into anyone of his immediate family. sarrenax was already making her way over to caraxes, a re-introduction in progess alongside aerons own. "what in seven hells are you two doing on the edge of mantarys?" his gold-tinted purple hues skim over caraxes with a proud, familial kind of smile (that only a targaryen could understand) — the great blood-red beast such a marvel to behold each time, terrifying and beautiful. "do not tell me you have come because father is demanding i return home," aeron had at least another year of work to do on his careful mapping of the length demon road, and the sea of sighs.

[forgaeven1]

she knows not what worries him — she was never privy of such information — though when her attendants and staff had reported to her that he had gone to wreak his havoc on the livelihood of the vale's sheep stock far later than usual, rhea is not one to dismiss such concern.

or rather, she perceives it would simply fare better, is all, that she handles this. they have been at the receiving end of each other's anger and fury since their youth. this will not be any different.

❛ husband, ❜ she is on horseback; her posture straight. the lamp rod is heavy in one arm, a guiding light for the road travelling back to runestone's keep as the day grows dim, though it does not slow her. ❛ you have missed dinner. ❜

@oftheconquering — short starter call

[west1rosi]

"she   still   doesn't   like   you."   there   is   a   short   pause   once   the   council   ends   and   the   room   is   clear,   and   it's   just   him   and   aegon.   for   a   moment,   orys   allows   himself   to   drop   titles   and   pretenses   and   speak   the   truth.   it's   no   real   secret   that   his   soon   to   be   wife   had   no   love   for   the   targaryens   in   her   heart.   for   some   luck,   she   seems   to   care   enough   for   him   to   not   want   him   dead.

  "but   the   castle   and   the   stormlands   are   yours   and   I   think,   to   honor   her   willingness   to   let   this   go.   .   .I   will   take   her   house   colors   and   sigil."   but   now,   the   storm   lords   will   be   the   baratheons.   it   seems   only   fair,   as   a   reminder   of   history   itself   and   to   remember   where   he   comes   from.

  he   lets   a   small   smile   grace   on   his   lips   as   he   looks   over   at   the   conqueror.   "and   she   asks   that   you   remove   the   bedding   ceremony   from   the   wedding.   not   for   her   sake,   but   the   lords.   I   have   no   doubt   she   would   carve   them   out."   as   amusing   that   would   be   for   some   of   those   lords,   but   they   are   fighting   for   peace   here. @oftheconquering ft. aegon and orys.

[crowsandmurder]

@oftheconquering liked this post for a Jaime Starter

This time, Jaime Lannister thought that just maybe, he had been banished from her grace's presence. for good. He hadn't known exactly where he was going, either. Casterly Rock was not an option, and he did want to keep the vow to help in the fight against the dead. But, he was not the fighter, that he once was. He could hold his own, sure. But, he felt like he owed the people his loyalty.

As a Lannister, a Lannister always paid their debts. He didn't even feel like a Lannister anymore, most of the Lannister army had been depleted. He was still a night.

Stopping somewhere near Harrenhal, which was a good distance north of King's Landing but still West of Blackwater Bay and Dragonstone, he decided to get some food, and something to drink for him and for his horse. He had been numb since he left King's Landing and now, he just wanted to feel more numb, he supposed.

Sitting down, he muttered to someone, that he heard say Kingslayer, from the corner. Always with the Kingslayer. Speaking to no one in particular, he spoke. "They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined."

[warringdragons]

ARRANGED MARRIAGE MEME // accepting

@oftheconquering: ❝ Marrying for love is a delusion. ❞ from daemon to aegon

“As you have said many times.” The corner of his lips twitched as he held back a smirk. He truly felt bad for his brother and the misery he found in his marriage, but had been forced to listen to so many of his brother's angry rumblings on the subject that it was almost expected. Aegon had somehow been spared being forced to marry - at least, so far. There had been a time he even considered becoming a Maester to avoid such things and all the other drivel of court. Though he had quickly dismissed the idea. Their brother had been blessed with his first marriage. The love between the king and his queen had been clear to all around them, as was the pain her loss still caused Viserys. Even love it seemed did not ensure happiness. Aegon would settle for contentment.

[glorycrownd]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for rhaenys. ╱ @oftheconquering !!

❛ sh, sh, sh . . . ❜ the celtigar hushes the beast gently, her fingers brushing the pale scales delicately. ❛ i know girl, i feel it too. ❜ she muses, the stirring in her stomach is certainly something her dragon mimics, the anxiousness, perhaps, all these people. claw isle, was home, a much smaller home, and as much as the targaryens were family, she preferred the company of visenria much more, she was such the new king, her cousin could understand such a thing. the celebrations forgotten on her behalf, leathers made for riding had adored her form, rather than the dress forgotten on her bed, she wanted to fly. but she doesn't expect someone down here, she was cautious not to be followed. ❛ it would be safer for you to return to the celebrations. ❜ she speaks before she recognises her cousin.

[forgaeven1]

❛ it is a rich marriage, ❜ the commander of the city night comments, and there is no bitterness marring his words. though one could not deny that there isn't, just slightly, a sombreness in them as the large man smiles. the kind that does not reach his eyes.

❛ my only hope is that your sister may find happiness in it. ❜

@oftheconquering — short starter call

[warringdragons]

ARRANGED MARRIAGE MEME // accepting

@oftheconquering: ❝ I cannot accept this. I will not marry them – my heart belongs to someone else. ❞ from vaela to daemon

“Do not worry, jorrāelagon mēre. You will not be marrying that worthless prick.” Anger burned in lilac eyes, yet he spoke softly as he rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

This was a truly pathetic, and infuriating, grasp for more power by the Hightowers. Daemon found it hard to believe that his brother approved of this marriage. If he had meant to marry Vaela off surely he would have done so years ago - and to Gwayne Hightower of all people? No. This was the work of the Hand. Just what had Otto and his bitch of a daughter done to get Viserys to agree to such a pathetic match? He had half a mind to fly to Kings Landing and see his brother for himself. Only Vaelas presence here stopped him. “You will stay here on Dragonstone. They wouldn’t dare come here.”

[glorycrownd]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for torrhen. ╱ @oftheconquering !!

their apartments quiet, just far enough away from the celebrations to avoid the rambunctious sounds, and she cannot bring herself to mind such matters. she'd disappeared, at a respectful time, retreating to their rooms in favour of spending time with her children, her youngest, helena, in front of the hearth, widdled horses in her small hands, daemon, the second born sound asleep in her own bed, and wyman, her sweet boy, her first born, pressed into her side in the large chair, his head lulling against her shoulder, and she certainly didn't have the heart to move him, and so she stayed, a book in her hands, content. the hour much later than their usual, the celebrations, the travel, everything changing for their routines, and yet, with her children, she was content. it's quiet, a soft crackle is all that could be heard until the creak of their doors opening alerts her. ❛ my love, i expected you later than this. ❜ she muses softly.

[glorycrownd]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 for rhaenys. ╱ @oftheconquering !!

her hands are wet with nervousness, she shouldn't be nervous, the woven crown sat against her brow, and she was tired, she knew events such as this to be extravagant, long winded and tiresome, and she was ready to return to her chambers, the sun had long since dipped beneath the sea, and she'd been up before the sun, the lords and ladies she'd found herself in conversations with all seemingly content with their food and ale, wines, the finest that the capital offered and all alerie could wish for was her son, and her bed. she'd managed to weave her way through the throngs of dancers, until she found herself leant against the wall outside the hall. ❛ bless the seven. ❜ she mutters to herself. ❛ oh, forgive me, i didn't think anyone to be out here. ❜ honest words, she hadn't seen anyone nor did realise she'd been followed.