#whoneverwas

[flaysmen]

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 & 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐭: 1 / ???

ft: @whoneverwas

❝  Lord  Bolton,  I  have  news  in  regards  to  Erica.  ❞      ❝  She’s  fat?  ❞  ❝ Even better. ❞       ❝ She’s dead? ❞  ❝ She’s blind. ❞       ❝ Poor thing. ❞ 

[driftmarksnake]

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘. They usually did not spend this much time angry at one another, but these days had been different. He had left things unresolved the night he turned his hands away from her, a cold sweeping into their relatively warm room.

𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖜 he understands the tales of men being lost at sea because they craved the touch of a women, for his wife had to be the most beautiful woman in the six kingdoms.

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖜, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑. "By the Gods," He whispers softly, resisting the temptation to tuck a lose strand of silver hair behind her ear. "You're majestic."

@whoneverwas

[bcbliophile]

@whoneverwas​

“So-- would you be my lady aunt, or my lady cousin?” Helaena asked as she looked up from her glass bottles, carefully looking at each of them as she put them away. She was never quite sure how to address the other woman as it was never really explained who she was past the Lady of Driftmark and relative to the King. She knew her daughter had been her cousin through marriage and that made the girls her cousins as well in that sense. 

[realmofthegods]

“let me protect you, please.” - for Laenor

"I don't need protection mother." Laenor said to her. He wanted freedom, he wanted to be with the one he loved but that would not be possible. "I wish to love who I want, why is that not allowed?"

[wcrriorhearts]

Her arm was still stinging as she made her way through the Castle, trying to find her mother in law. The events of the previous night had not left any of them unscathed and even though her conversation with Laenor had been constructive and pleasant, she knew that something had been broken beyond repair. The family she used to have as a child was long gone and no matter how hard she had tried to do her duty and keep the Targaryens from fighting among themselves, Alicent’s relentless taunting and her accusations had made it almost impossible to succeed. And therefore it was more important than ever to at least keep the Velaryons and Targaryens bound together in loyalty and friendship, because who else did she have? Rhaenyra was not worried about her own fate, but Alicent had threatened her children and that was where she drew the line.

She found Rhaenys in one of the sitting rooms near the hearth, surprisingly without her husband or granddaughters. “Rhaenys, may I have a word?” She approached carefully, mindful of the fact that there had always been some underlying animosity between the two, or at least it had seemed that way. Rhaenys had never been unfriendly toward the Princess, but also never overly fond of her. “I would like to apologize for last night’s trouble. It was disrespectful and tactless to have such an altercation on the eve of your daughter’s funeral and I am very sorry that my sons were involved in the issue with their uncle Aemond. I’m also sorry you lost Laena’s dragon to him.” Rhaenyra had never been fond of her siblings and did not believe that Aemond deserve Vhagar in the least.The dragon would make an egocentric, cruel child even worse and that was a recipe for disaster. “I also want to speak to you about the allegations made towards my children, as they involve you and Corlys as well...”, she said, sitting down opposite of Rhaenys. Making sure that the room was empty aside from them, she continued softly. 

“You know your son’s nature. We...tried to conceive a child, but...we were unsuccessful. The pressure to have an heir was great and I am sure you already guessed what Alicent has taught her sons. They are not Laenor’s by blood, but he loves them as his own and neither one of them want any harm to befall them. I’m afraid that the bond I had with my family has been severed. What has been building up for years is about to come to a gruesome head. And I beg you, as a mother, to promise me that you will do whatever you can to protect my boys, as if they were your grandsons. If I am not there anyone one day to protect them, please do what you can for them. My faults are not theirs to succumb to. They were not asked to be born into a family war. But they will suffer and I have no one else to turn to, who might be willing to ensure that they will be safe.”

                                    @whoneverwas​ asked for a starter <3

[driftmarksnake]

@whoneverwas

how often did they fight — SELDOM , never lasting longer than a matter of hours . && yet … yet here did her 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙 linger ; unstable in her emotions within current sitting , a bitterness upon her tongue that festered in the back of her mouth / a 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 taste ; metallic && unwanted . blame shifted from her own shoulders , though had she not cast that first stone upon his hands PULLING from her own ? harsh words spat forth as he had left the room – a woman with a sword for a tongue , unable ( 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) to accept the fault for continued rage as her own . teeth clench / gaze averted from where he stood nearby , to the needlepoint within her lap — dislike for the activity evident upon weathered features , yet need to keep hands busy holds her within a tightened grasp , && she will not break her focus just yet ( you will say something you 𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙏 and spoil things beyond repair ) . 

his voice filters through the fog of ANGER still swirling within her mind , unable to even recall why they had fought , or why she even still held onto her dissatisfaction — ridiculous , really . a shift , low hum pushed from between her teeth as she finally draws her gaze up towards her (  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 ) husband , a twist to her lips unreadable && yet did he not know her better than all others ? ‘   if that is your attempt at an 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 …   ‘ a loft of sculpted brow , she leaves furthered comment unsaid , simply watching corlys / waiting , wondering , if either planned on being the one to accept an end to this folly . ‘   ought i hold onto my anger for a little longer , husband ? or are we through with this ?   ‘

𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘 𝖁𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙. He does not mind it, never has in fact. It is one of the myriad of things he adores about her-- ever since she rode on dragonback to their wedding he has been a smitten as anyone can be. His lady wife had the raging fire within her someone of her grand stature and pride should have.

𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞, it was quite difficult to concentrate on his every day life and occurrences when that rage was directed towards him. "My pearl of the sea," He commences softly, while he knows how to tame the magnificent beast that is the sea, dragons are far beyond his reach. "I can hardly recall what we fought about. Allow me mend our breach with an apology, as crass as it might be."

𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘' 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞, 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖉𝖔. He is greedy that way, can never get enough of his lady wife, even if she abhorred his very presence. He would risk heaven and hell just to sit by her side once more. The lines of her face are edged in the simmering anger that curls within her heart like a second skin and while he has never been one to surrender, he would gladly do so ten times over for her. "Besides, whatever caused this rift between us-- I am certain you were right in most, if not all ways. You always are."

[driftmarksnake]

This  is  the  only  place  I  can  find  comfort  these  days.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON: S01EP01 starters

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉. "Then count me a man blesses that it is my arms that soothe you," He says, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Who do I need to slay for inconveniencing you, my pearl?"

[flaysmen]

     His  journey  to  Driftmark  was  far  from  pleasant,  the  constant  switch  of  horseback,  to  carriages,  to  ships.  Watching  the  best  fighters  the  Dreadfort  had  to  offer  practically  throw  half  their  bodies  over  board  in  order  to  hurl  whatever  their  stomachs  to  offer.  It’s  safe  to  say  that  no  one  who  traveled  with  him  enjoyed  sailing.  What  they  knew  was  how  to  carry  themselves  through  the  harsh  winter  and  how  to  find  the  tracks  from  the  hunt  with  nothing  but  the  moon  guiding  them.  What  they  didn’t  know  was  the  work  language  that  the  captain  shouted  to  his  crew  mates,  how  different  their  dialects  were.  While  he  was  still  in  Westeros,  the  seven  kingdoms  were  practically  their  own  countries,  various  cultures  scattered  about,  their  own  ways  of  speaking,  their  own  gods,  how  could  one  country  with  so  many  backgrounds  be  ruled  under  one  king?

     It  was  only  after  Roose  had  stepped  foot  on  solid  ground  once  again  that  he  realized  that  his  choice  of  attire  wasn’t  suited  for  anywhere  but  the  North.  Underneath  layers  of  fur,  leather,  and  thick  wool  he  was  cooking  in  his  own  sweat.  He  could  only  imagine  how  horrible  the  fate  of  those  sentenced  to  the  Golden  Bull  was.  If  it  was  this  warm  in  Driftwood,  how  warm  was  Dorne?  

     But  he  isn’t  here  to  let  his  mind  wander  to  other  countries.  An  alliance  was  to  be  formed,  yet  how  desperate  was  House  Velaryon  in  these  times  to  seek  out  a  friend  from  so  far?  If  the  time  came  and  they  truly  needed  House  Bolton  by  their  side,  would  the  distance  be  worth  it?

     He  stood  before  the  fire  in  the  great  hall,  watching  how  each  flame  flickered  before  bringing  his  attention  to  the  @whoneverwas​  who  just  approached.  ❝  Princess  Rhaenys.  ❞  She  who  never  was,  a  moment  in  history  no  one  would  forget,  he  wishes  he  were  there  to  witness  it.  ❝  I  doubt  I  was  called  here  just  to  discuss  an  alliance.  ❞

[driftmarksnake]

what is your throne made of? ────── STEEL;

||||||| a ruler of steel leads their people with strength and determination. they are renowned throughout the lands for their dedication to their people and their high levels of ambition. they have opponents, and many whisper about their ruthlessness. however, it cannot be denied that a ruler of steel cares for their people and their kingdom, and aims to always rule them with strength and with success.

stolen from the dash tagging: @whoneverwas