#ofvalyriansteel

[bronzebtch]

❝  i apologise, princess —  ❞  the words are heavy on her tongue, yet rhea knows it is within her duty to deliver them. ❝  your dragon could not be saved.  ❞ 

@ofvalyriansteel / unhinged starter call

[korolnichevoya]

&. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@ofvalyriansteel asked: ❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜ (in my grishaverse au)

HE SUCKS in a breath between his teeth , a furrow of disapproval on his brow . he is replaceable , of course , as he always has been . but that's the lesser important fact at this given moment .

❝ that is a disappointingly low opinion of yourself , rhaenys . i know i'm an intimidatingly good king , but , even ignoring the fact that i'm practically impossible to kill , YOU are incredibly important . not in s ome emotional way . i mean to my plans . i can't have you dying on me now . ❞

[staredits]

for @ofvalyriansteel​

[wornkindnessa]

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. //  @ofvalyriansteel​

[lwiamatka-gone]

|| plotted starter for @ofvalyriansteel​​ because what is self control.

                                  cirilla was not much like her mother - willful and fierce, a complete opposite of calanthe’s darling daughter, quiet and shy and delicate. but one thing they definitely shared, and it was that strange, unparalled power. the lioness of cintra had only witnessed such a thing once before, during one of pavetta’s famous attacks of hysteria, the primal force that nearly brought the castle down. 

                                  but this time, as her granddaughter was soothed and the magic has calmed, there was no destruction. the strange green hole that ciri’s uncontrolled emotions created spat out something. or rather, someone. a woman, unconscious and barely alive, holding on to her life with the last of her strength. 

                                  calanthe could recognize a wounded warrior when she saw one. and no warrior, no matter from where they came, deserved to die like this - in a strange land. somewhere deep in her heart the queen worried that perhaps it was her granddaughter’s power itself that injured the woman so. so she had her druid and trusted friend do everything in his power to not only keep her alive, but bring her back to full health. 

                                  and so when she heard her guest had awoken, a few long days later, she abandoned everything she was doing, to go see her and speak to her. 

                                  “ have no fear. “ were the words the lioness greeted the dragon princess with. “ no harm will come to you here. “

[dowagergreen]

@ofvalyriansteel continued from [x]

alicent stands resolute, straight backed and contemplative. she's only survived this long by thinking proactively, and considering situations before they strike. usually it provides her with clarity and a steadier hand but this whole affair is fraught with emotions she's trying desperately not to acknowledge. whatever pull she might feel toward rhaenyra and the comfort of their shared youth, it can't be allowed to flourish here. not now. she has the strength of her convictions and she lets it lead her now.

the very sentiment that rhaenys speaks has been nagging at the dowager's mind for hours already. daemon -- a rogue to his very core. there is no predicting what he might do. alicent knows better than anyone that her children are in danger. they are a direct threat to rhaenyra's rule and, as much as it might pain her to admit it, she can no longer trust her to protect them.

"i'm afraid it may be impossible to appeal to prince daemon's reason, if it has ever existed." her voice is strong but careful. alicent has lived her entire life at court, privy to the inner most workings of the royal family. they are a temperamental, protective bunch at the most unpredictable of times. "we've drawn up the best terms that we could think to offer. if you've any counsel to provide on your cousin, princess, it will be greatly respected and taken into account." despite the desperate nature of aegon's ascension, she doesn't wish for this to come to blows if it can be avoided.

[godblooded]

also i have to hugely shout out @ofvalyriansteel for putting me back in my love of asoiaf and making me feel so welcome because krystal? probably one of the most talented and kindest people i’ve ever met. i am terrified of huge fandoms but i feel so welcome and i appreciate it.

[zmeczeni]

@ofvalyriansteel, plotted.

the door opens with an echoing slam, sounds of a scuffle bouncing off the walls of the dungeon, as baela feebly struggled against the two men holding her by the arms. " let go of me! i'm prince daemon's daughter! " she demanded, but they were unmoved like stones. orders were given, and they had to follow.

with a huff she was thrown to the ground of the cell, the door closed behind her. and at first, she did not even realise she was not alone. " bastards. " she cursed under her breath. if only moondancer was bigger, she could have escaped... slowly, her eyes got used to the darkness and at last, she noticed the other person with him she as sentenced to that horrid fate.

her eyes widened, and she almost had to brush them with her hands to make sure that they were not playing a trick on her. the princess rhaenys had been announced dead, killed for her defiance against the new king... " grandmother..? " she asked, sheepishly, in disbelief.

[starsspin]

           “She’s magnificent,” she said softly, almost nervously. Though in large part that she is nervous, a rarity, though not out of fear but awe and respect. While she didn’t appear it she could address and command a room full of lords without batting an eye, but a dragon, well that was something else entirely. “Her name is Meleys, isn’t it?”

@ofvalyriansteel​ ┊┊*ੈ✩‧₊˚ starter call

[withouthonor]

@ofvalyriansteel sent ; ❝I am a princess. i will not be wed to someone lesser. ❞ (a tweaked one for otto) x.

otto hightower's time in king's landing has been short, his appointment as the hand of the king even shorter. in the ways of books and laws, he was wise beyond his years while he remained young and naive in the ways of the court. he had not entered the red keep intending to marry into house targaryen though he could not deny how it would increase his status far beyond the mere second son of house hightower that he was. satisfaction simmered deep within himself, a part unfamiliar with how it craved ambition and this newfound power in ways it never had before.

"this was not something i had a voice in, a decree from the king i was not able to turn away," he explained, tilting his head slightly as a frown formed on his lips. he had not expected her to accept that they would be married right away; however, he had not expected his status to be apart of her blatant rejection either. "i understand i am not to your preference, my princess, but i had hoped we could find common ground before we are married."

[neithergodsnormen]

@ofvalyriansteel yes it’s THAT starter

Qarl had warned him not to. Had told him that contacting her could ruin everything that Daemon and Rhaenyra had done to ensure that he could have his freedom. He chose to ignore Qarl’s warnings. His mother deserved better than to think that she’d had to bury both of her children. He couldn’t imagine having to bury Jace and Luke, even if they were not his by blood they were his sons, he would not do that to his mother. Not while he still had breath in his lungs.

Muña,

I still live. Look for me in Tyrosh.

Aōha tresy,

L.

Once the raven was sent, he waited, hoping that she would come. She had no reason to believe the letter, and more than that she had no reason to even look at the letter. The days were long, longer than he’d expected them to be and he found himself wishing they had found some way to bring Seasmoke with them. It was one thing to go riding on horses, another entirely to fly. Oh how he’d taken flying for granted. He oft found himself looking out over the sea, letting the wind whip at his face, the closest he would likely get to flying again, and scanning the skys for any sign of the Red Queen in the clouds.

[staredits]

for @ofvalyriansteel ♥️ 

[shireentheunburnt]

IC WORD ASSOCIATION

ROUGH - grabbed

HIDE - darkness

FOOLISH - ignorant

SAD - grief

HATE -  red

LIGHT -  pain

DARK - safety

MOTHER - protection

FATHER - betrayal

CHILD - innocent

MARRIAGE - partnership

LOVE - everything

SOFT - blanket

PET - company

DREAM - nightmares

DIVORCE - leaving

WATER - soothing

LOUD - screaming

ANNOUNCEMENT - ceremony 

POWER - corruption

FIGHT - justified?

WHITE - snow

SICK -  rejection

KISS - cheek

HURT - fire

HAPPY - love

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+Anyone who wants to :-)

[wornkindnessa]

The utter commotion it had all caused. A great red dragon that had fallen from the sky. People came in and out of her rooms, through her paths with bits of stories, things they’ve heard but had not seen, yet no one could give her a straight answer. That was until Izer, a silence followed his trail which meant nothing good. He had sat beside her, her hand within his own, the calmness in his deep tone had done little to settle her nerves, nor could she answer any of the questions asked of her of how this might have possibly happened, not that anyone blamed her, considering the events that had only just settled. Though her mother might, word had already been sent, but it would take time before they heard anything in return. Her worry only grew as she sat beside her godmother’s bed, hoping she would wake.

Even with the best healers available to her, no one was entirely sure if she would, or what she had to say if she did. The death of her father still felt like bleeding wounds, the fact her mother was not willing to travel for the time being despite how badly Amelia ached for her, that she had taken the mantle of leadership without any of those she desired most to be there to support her, the near destruction of Krigare, she could not help but wonder as she idly toyed with one of the rings on her fingers, if she had perhaps suffered enough.

@ofvalyriansteel for angst

[withouthonor]

𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 ( 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐆𝐎 ) 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

@ofvalyriansteel sent : ❝things aren’t going quite as planned, are they?❞ (for otto)

"for me or for you, lady rhaenys?" the hand commented idly as he turned to face the queen who never was with a raised brow. "it is not i who is confined within their bed chambers within the keep." his orders to have rhaenys imprisoned in her chambers as soon as viserys died had gone much smoother than even the hand himself had expected them too. though otto had believed viserys had at least a few more days left in him after his scene in the throne room, or else the hand would have ensured that aegon had been under much better guard when the time came to place his grandson on the throne. however, this was not a fact he intended to make any mention of to rhaenys; there could be no doubt about aegon's want for the iron throne in the eyes of their enemies or the common people. "alicent wished to speak with you, but i felt it best we spoke face to face first before she brought her motherly sympathies upon you. we are more alike than you believe, you and i."

[maidofwinter]

@ofvalyriansteel​ asked.             why are you here ? (from rhaenys in my AU so when they're both hostages in KL)

             Sansa takes a deep breath. To be fair, she’s not used to any lady speaking to her, much less a former princess but guess if there’s anyone who’s not afraid of Joffrey’s rage it would be Lady Rhaenys, even if her claim to the throne threatens Joffrey’s should she decide to press it.  

          ❝ My brother is a traitor to the crown and I am loyal to my King Joffrey, my lady. ❞  She has spoken the words so very often the last days that they almost no longer feel rehearsed.  ❝ Where else should I go? ❞  Even if she wanted to, even if she was free to speak her wants, there is no place safe for her except the North. If she could get to the Neck she could get help from House Reed, sworn to the Starks, to get to Winterfell but there’s no way she can make her way from King’s Landing to the Neck all by herself. So she must stay and await Robb.