the rogue prince.

Who else dares rise against us in our house?

RHAENYRA and DAEMON TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 3.02 | Queen's Landing

carlisle passed daemon a vile of cloudy white liquid , neatly untying the leather straps binding his armor to his torso to free it & get a better look at the wound that was causing the prince consort so much grief. he truly must have nine lives , considering the unforgiving gouge along his torso just beneath his shoulder was enough to turn carlisle's otherwise iron stomach. lips pressed into a thin line , before arching his head to lean forward & catch the other man's eye , giving him a tiny nod.          ❛             on second thought , the entire bottle would suffice.            ❜          

❝ Leave it, ❞ he commands, arm lifting to push aside the vile. He winces, despite himself, as the movement tugs at the opened wound along his body. It's nothing in comparison to the burns he'd acquired in the Stepstones, at the very least. ❝ Sew it shut and be done with it, ❞ a roll of his eyes at the recommendation of the entire bottle. Carlisle was kind enough, he supposed. Had been taken in as Rhaenyra's royal physician ... had even managed to bond himself to a dragon. A rather ... curious development, Daemon had thought. Though none led the man to trust the other. Not now, anyway, with war raging at their feet.

you created me, __, yet now you are set on destroying me.

ten years you've been king, and yet not once have you asked me to be your hand!

history does not remember blood, it remembers names!

so let us be good sons and please those who love us so they may forget what we lack.

well then, let us raise an army of bastards.

leave me again at your peril.

you cannot lead if you do not inspire.

killing her would be easier.

you have your honor. and i have mine.

and to whom are you sworn?

exhausting, wasn’t it? hiding under the cloak of your own righteousness.

i will not fight you. i came here as an envoy, not a knight.

men would rather set the realm ablaze than see a woman ascend the iron throne.

the gods give, just as the gods take.

the incorruptible queen sullies herself with a lover.

i can have a message brought to her. in secret.

i recognize no authority but the kings's.

when i am queen, i will create a new order.

a king should honor the traditons of his forbears.

and the usupring of my rightful inheritance?

i gave up the idea of wearing a crown a generation ago.

i'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle to glory.

your worth is not given. it must be earned.

for men, marriage might be a political arrangement. for women, it is like to be a death sentence.

there's something wrong with me. someone poisoned me. the food, the wine. or else it's this swamp air, or...

there's been a mistake.

i have come to see if we may uncover some parth towards peace.

we don't choose our destiny. it chooses us.

terrible lack of respect.

you can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed.

you are the dragon. your word is truth and law.

mayhaps the gods have scorned us.

i'm the lord of __, it means everyone's dead.

if you wish to be restored to heir, you'll need to kill me.

we have always been meant to burn together.

shall you cast your son down and rule alone?

to elude a storm, you can either sail into it, or around it. but you must never await its coming.

have you never imagined yourself on the iron throne?

i will be a stranger when we meet again.

by naming me heir, you divided the realm. i thought i wanted it. but the burden is a heavy one. 

i am not like you. i am not so...perfect.

has anybody ever told you you're nearly as pretty as your brother?

i do not wish to reign over a kingdom of ash and bone.

dreams didn't make us kings. dragons did.

i'm queen __ now. and you are all traitors to the realm.

what is this brief mortal life if not the pursuit of legacy?

why have you come here?

REALMSROGUE … DAEMON TARGARYEN, REBORN BY LEXI. a retelling of the rogue prince.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?