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@daerias asked: "I never thought of a future without you." to tywin from rhaella

"Is   that   a   proposal,   princess?"   The   lord   of   Casterly   Rock   jest   but   her   words   are   taken   into   consideration.   He   already   planned   to   take   his   cousin   Joanna   as   a   wife,   as   ruthless   and   cunning   as   beautiful.   There   is   something   else   entirely   in   Rhaella,   and   it   was   always   House   Lannister's   intention   to   let   the   blood   of   the   dragon   blend   with   that   of   the   lion.   Aerys   had   made   no   claim   on   her   yet   and   perhaps   the   king   would   be   wise   in   seeing   such   a   union.   He   places   his   hand   under   her   chin   to   lift   it   up,   pulling   her   closer   as   he   does   so,   secluded   enough   for   this   to   not   be   seen   as   improper   by   anyone.  

"Oh you are just the sweetest thing look at you, sweet boy. Smile for me love there you go yes oh you are so darling I could just stare at you all day." Daenys says, cooing over the sweet little Rhaegar in his cradle. It had to be a frightening sight for the mother who was coming to check on her baby. A strange woman standing over his cradle cooing at him.

Still Daenys couldn't help it she loved babies so much. Whenever she was haunting the halls of the Red Keep it was always the nursery to coo at the little ones. She aches for a baby which is silly given that she is dead and cannot have one but she cannot help it. "What is your name sweet boy, hmm? I think I would have named you Aemon it's a good strong name."

adriel waited until the rest had vacated the room. it seemed painfully slow, like everyone knew she was waiting and moved incredibly slowly on purpose. she tried to make it look like she had something to do, a reason to stay besides the prince. finally, finally they were alone when the last knight left and she went to close the door behind them. she shut the heavy wooden door softly. "took them long enough, don't you think?" adriel asked, returning to the prince's side.

@daerias // 💋 from maekar to shaera

The night was warm, the pale light of the moon reflecting off the waves below. A soft summer breeze carried the sound of the sea onto the beach, the gentle tide pushing and pulling the sands of the beach with each return to the shore.

His skin smelled of smoke (for even if the dragons are dead, he is a targaryen- fire was their blood) and iron, a knight in every fashion. But his skin was soft, like silk, betraying the prince beneath the warrior's suit, and his lips were softer still.

The kiss did not linger. It did not need to, was not meant to.

　Did anyone have much of anything anymore? There were the things they all had stolen from them and the things they desperately clung onto to make them feel human and alive despite the entire fuckin’ world doing its best to prove that incorrect. The only tangible thing anyone had remaining after all this bullshit was their lives. And even that, turned into commodity after a while.

The doom and gloom of the world was real. Negan, however, tried to make the best of the shit show inherited by the remaining survivors. He tended to categorize people by their usefulness and ability to survive. Even for him, she was an anomaly. Definitely hadn’t made it this far due to some keen or honed ability. Just a massive streak of good fuckin’ luck.

There was the very obvious fact she reminded him of home —— one that didn’t fully exist anymore but still was burned into his memory nonetheless. Lucille, but not. He knows she’s not because his Lu was a bad ass who didn’t have to ride on a streak of good fortune to make it. Negan knows but it doesn’t matter. ‘Cause was he really going to care when there was nothing else good left? Negan could be lucky too, right?