#dariperz

raucous  laughter  nearly  drowns  out  his  declaration  and  she  tilts  her  face  into  it.  leans  around  the  silhouette  of  his  body  to  set  her  empty  flagon  to  the  table  surrounded  by  men.  if  they  are  to  be  within  king's  landing,  bored  by  courtly  convention  with  dismal  company  pleasure  must  be  found  elsewhere.  among  disreputable  low-born's  who  frequent  ale  houses  and  gambling  dens.  she  lavishes  in  the  tawdry,  lays  a  palm  to  his  cheek  'neath  the  hood  of  his  cloak,  thumb  skimming  jawline.      ❝    look  at  you  ⎼    ❞

half-smile,  lazy  as  lifting  lids,  lilac  eyes  finding  the  tendrils  of  softly  curled  hair  draped  along  his  forehead.  she  wants  to  fill  her  palm  with  them  ─  draw  him  close  with  nails  pricking  scalp  to  see  what  sound  he  may  make  next.  his  throat  was  made  for  bruising.  she's  said  as  much  before  with  the  tip  of  her  blade  leveling  his  chin  on  the  beaches  of  dragonstone.  when  they  go  back  she'll  drag  him  to  the  shoreline  once  more  just  to  watch  the  flat  black  of  his  irises  widen  when  she  puts  him  on  his  back.

it  had  been  a  long  time  since  the  blonde  had  allowed  herself  to  be  happy.    bad  memories  circled  her,  waiting  for  her  to  crack.    but  when  she  was  with  him,    the  world  went  dark.    as  if  a  light  had  gone  off.    as  if  her  whole  world  finally  was  silent  and  still.      with  him  she  never  overthought.    he  was  her  guiding  light  and  he  made  her  happy.    truly  happy,  not  the  fake  happy  she  plastered  on  for  the  court.  

it  had  been  several  days  since  their  engagement  had  been  announced.    her  sisters  claim  to  the  throne  stronger  then  ever.    helaena  saved  from  a  political  match,  and  oh  she  was  so  happy.    everyone  could  see  it.    her  whole  face  lit  up  when  she  was  around  him.  

a  small  giggle  left  her  lips  as  her  sewing  hit  her  lap,    eyes  searching  for  his  as  she  turned  to  see  him.      ❛      shouldn't  you  be  outside,  learning  how  to  fight  with  my  brothers  .ᐣ      "  

@dariperz liked this for a king aurane starter.

because aurane is older. because they believed jacaerys dead. because, because, because -- ! there are a million reasons the council gives when aurane asks why he is meant to be king, and jacaerys is not. but still, when rhaenyra's oldest son enters the room, aurane stands with his lame left leg, holding to his father's old cane. there is still time. he is not yet crowned. for the next few hours, they are princes of the realm -- alone, together, and on even footing.

there is no need to state the obvious. " you should have it. the crown, the throne, all of it. " aurane gives a slight wince when he hears the scratch in his voice, the almost desperation in tone. " it was your mother's, first. it was always meant to be, i think. i would only . . . " his gaze goes from his nephew towards the entryway as more guards walk past, preparing for the coronation. aurane's voice drops to a whisper. " i would only mess it all up. "