#dracharenae

 ‍ ❝ ...i stopped dreaming a long time ago. ❞ sometime after the shared deaths of her mother and brother. her dreams of escape, of gallant knights rescuing frightened ladies had faded and been replaced with images of a haunted river and the sorrowful howls of wolves in the dead of night. dreams did nothing to save anyone. they painted beautiful pictures of your hopes and deepest desires, but only to provide a temporary respite. too often they fell null. it was only when sansa let go of her dreams and started looking at what was in front of her that she started finding her way back home.

Willas   knew   that   very   well.   As   firstborn   son   and   heir   to   highgarden,   love   was   not   in   the   table   for   him.   But   he   had   figured,   with   his   sister   in   a   place   of   power,   perhaps   he   would   be   allowed   to   choose   his   bride.   He   didn't   lack   guests   that   wanted   their   children,   their   daughters   to   marry   him,   crippled   or   not.   The   loss   of   Loras   and   Margaery   changed   things   though   and   now   he   finds   himself   looking   at   Dorne,   for   he   had   old   friends   there.  

Oberyn   Martell   remained   a   friend   and   pen   pal,   despite   having   been   the   one   responsible   for   Willas'   injury,   there   was   never   any   ill   thought   between   them.   And   now   it   seems   Dorne   is   also   looking   at   Highgarden   for   an   alliance.   Willas   had   no   desire   for   war,   but   family   was   something   he   treasured,   and   they   had   been   taken   from   him.   "In   another   life   it   should've   been.   Alas,   that   is   of   no   matter   now.   I   know   my   part."

something resembling a purr leaves the red fury when the scent of his rider hits the dragon's nostrils, and he slowly makes his way out of the cave which he had made his lair. head lowering to Rhaenys height, softly nudging her chest.

SWEARING LIKE A SAILOR. @dracharenae said: what the fuck happened?

IT WAS NOT HER HABIT to shirk such obligations, certainly not to arrive late to a meeting with such an INFLUENTIAL PATRON in search of the forces of her grandfather's fleet. in light of the circumstances, however, politesse was a necessary sacrifice. Esmeralda offered an APOLOGETIC SMILE to the Dornish envoy, frustrations clearly festered in the hours in Sevilla's absence, and wiped the drying BLOOD from her forehead. oh, how she was craving nothing more than a cool swim instead of this stilted diplomacy, a change of clothes, a comb in her hair ... ah, but the wills of the flesh fall second to those of the FATHER.

❛❛   my apologies, Miss Sand, for the delay. and for my unfortunate appearance. ❜❜

Esmeralda laid aside her sword and sheath –– THAT MUCH she had made sure to clean, far too precious and protective to risk. she would have preferred to look less the common sellsword and more the former lady, if she'd had the CHOICE in the matter. Thank the Lord of Light that you are alive at all to complain.

@dracharenae sent ; ❝ I would rather die than marry the likes of you. ❞ // aegon x.

"we have that in common, it seems," aegon answered with a snort. surely this was the gods' punishment for his blatant refusal to marry helaena, for his near-constant whoring and drinking his responsibilities away, for whatever else he had done that was seen as a sin in the eyes of the seven. such cruel gods they were as they placed such temptations before him and expected him not to bite, to take all he could and more. "yet we shall be married regardless, so very thoughtful of our parents, is it not?" he jested, the barest hint of a smile forming on his lips as he spoke though he was far from amused. there would be no amount of protesting possible on his end that would convince his mother or the king to put off this betrothal in search of someone else. seven hells, he would marry helaena before he would marry the rogue prince's daughter, and that was saying something.

❝i wish i was no prince, that i was the heir of nothing.❞

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