Ellen Flyer

Queen Aliseara the First was the first anointed Queen, following her husband’s anointing. Her husband, King Polysem the First, consolidated the Valerions’ rule over its vassals after his forebears had vanquished but not annexed them. He crowned himself King and posthumously honoured his parents as “the first true monarchs of Valeikova”.

It was recorded that, however, the King was trusting and unguarded in nature. If not for Queen Aliseara’s council and his Cabinet’s loyalty, his rule would have been rather chaotic.

(This will mainly be a gen fic).

Alicent’s gaze travelled and was caught by a crow dozing off while resting on her husband’s desk. It was the one who carried the letter to them. It had flown relentlessly across seas, carrying a freezing dragon scale on its back. When that night’s feast ended, Princess Rhaenyra had brought the bird to a maester. Its back and wings were partly frozen and a patch of feathers had to be removed, yet the crow wasn’t spooked or disruptive. It only cawed disapprovingly whenever the maester was too rough or careless. It was admirable, really, how clever and resilient the creature was.

She’s a bit of a Mary Sue tbh

[HOTD fanfic] your sanity is insanity in itself.

Tags (to be updated): HOTD Fix-it. The Dance doesn’t happen, but Otto Hightower someone will still die. Original Characters. Family Bonding.

Relationships (to be updated): Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen. Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Summary:

Valeikova’s Dragon of the North, exhausted and so incredibly traumatized after dealing with a full blown civil war caused by what is essentially family drama, yearned for a fucking break, one that did not result in her having even more responsibilities on her shoulders.

When letters came about a newly discovered land called “Westeros”, however, she knew that things would not go her way: there was no room for a break, responsibilities sought her how lovers sought each other’s arms (or did she seek them herself?).

Valeikova did their research, and then as they decided that they could not just pretend Westeros doesn’t exist however big or small of a threat it is, they had to send someone to impress Westeros, or preferably, intimidate it.

That someone was her and she (un)happily obliged.

It was the most important purpose of her position, after all. Intimidation.

or

A fortunately unfortunate envoy found herself caught up in the family feud of the Targaryens. Being the ever dutiful eldest daughter with zero proper childhood and a tendency to fix things she did not ruin, she decided that they should know they fucked up and are fucked up, and if they do not sort things out, she will.

Read it here:

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Manipulating the children out of goodwill 😍

To Yevgeniya, “modest” is three necklaces instead of five, pearls instead of diamonds, woven patterns instead of embroidery.

Almost all of her clothes and accessories (and her siblings’) Yevgeniya designs and/or makes herself. She can weave, sew, embroider, jewel… and do those things so excellently that her products are a luxury even among nobility.

If she ain’t a fashion icon I don’t know who is.

Malfoy snatched his wrist, which was holding the wand, lowered his head and whispered to him. His golden, untuck hair and his warm breath tickled his neck, making him shiver and slacken his wand. He never got used to Malfoy’s unrealistic warmth.

Tom hurriedly hid the murderous look on his face and went back to his plate. Rosier was cursing at Muggleborns and bragging about her so-called pure bloodline. Tom didn’t quite enjoy pretending to be oblivious while being heaped on insults, but he knew Malfoy wouldn’t leave both him and Rosier alone if he went out of his mind and attacked Rosier right inside the Great Hall. Rosier wanted to provoke Tom, even more so as he stayed resigned, so she used whatever cruel words she could think of. And in the end, as she still hasn’t succeeded, she spat out a “Boring!” and put on a victorious smile, turning to Malfoy with her chin up:

- I didn’t know you took pleasure in hanging out with such filthy mudbloods.

- You do now. Shut your mouth with your breakfast before you are gifted a beautiful, beautiful Crucio.

Malfoy lazily rolled his eyes to Rosier, and his voice was just as insipid - small enough for the other houses to not hear, loud enough for the ill-fated Slytherins sitting nearby to turn themselves into thin air. Fortunately, Rosier was smart enough to know that Malfoy was livid and didn't want to be messed with, so after laughing it off, she changed the subject. Tom didn’t know what kind of world they are living in, but he has seen Malfoy use Crucio and Imperio a few times. Not as proficient as his other spells, but thinking about what Malfoy had gone through to be able to use the Unforgivable Curses at the age of fifteen made him nauseous.

France: Sure, give it to me.

France: *chugs down whole bottle*

Britain:

France: It’s perfume.

Moodboards I made for the Four Directions.

Yevgeniya M. P. Morozov - Red, white, blue (blood, fire, snow, ice).

Gunhilda A. Andersen - Blue, white (tears, sadness, purity).

Mielen (V. Morozov) - Black, red, white (night, blood, candles, snow).

Little My icon. All the love for the gremlin child.

Based on my fanfiction The Favourite.

And the cringe af TikTok video of it.

The princess loved by her people and her little sister, feared by them.