#draedys

                                rumours that his brother was heading towards the seven kingdoms seemed more real, now that he was stood in front of him. he was only five when he and his mother, belly swollen with child, had fled to dragonstone. his sister was born on the worst day of his life, and all he wanted was one of his older brothers to come and look after them. their mother, dead, he had relied on a loyal few until they too abandoned him. he didn’t remember much about rhaegar, or draedys, just that he loved them with as much love as his small heart could hold. he remembered rhaegar’s shining armour, and draedys being GIANT   that, and the telltale hair and eyes, was the only reason he recognised his brother.

                                     “I TOLD HER YOU’D COME FOR US.”  words echoed between them, the beggar king had seen better days. “with rhaegar dead, with mother dead, i told her that YOU  would come for us. you didn’t.” viserys spoke, jaw clenched as he bit back the betrayal and abandonment he felt. “that was the first lie i ever told her, our sweet sister. i suppose you’ve come for her ?” the stranger before him, his brother, may have heard stories of what his siblings had been through to survive, but the stories wouldn’t even come close to the true horrors they’d endured. 

❝   RAGNAR,   ❞     viviana  clicks  her  tongue,  and  the  monstrous  lion  backs  away  from  him,  returning  to  his  mistress’  feet  where  he  lays  at  her  feet  next  to  his  sister.      ❝   apologizes,  he’s  rather  protective.  you  must  be  draedys.  you  look. . .  just  like  your  sister,  if  she  was  giant  and  terrifying.  i’m  viviana.  daenerys  sent  me.   ---   you  have  anything  to  drink?  we  should  drink.   ❞     it’s  been  a  long  trip.

( @draedys​ wrote ||: “My destiny, for example, is beautiful on the outside but hideous on the inside.” )

( @draedys​ wrote ||:  ‘ i intend to fight like a girl . i’ll let them kill each other and then i’ll be the last one standing . ’ / idk why but this Screamed draedys so TAKE IT )

Come and introduce yourself to the Prince. Her Uncle had bade her, much to the redhead’s surprise. Out of practice he might be, the elder seemed keen on his niece upping her social moves but the very idea of it made the girl’s stomach churn. Society was enough to figure out: all the lords and ladies and dukes and marquis. The social graces she’d largely been brought up without. And now her Uncle who’d been raised and groomed with it all thought his only newly bridled niece knew well enough to introduce herself to a Prince? Full lips parted to try and argue but she’s being shuffled closer to the gaggle of other socialites greeting the monarch. Still, as her turn came, she offered a curtsy and a warm smile, “Good evening Your Highness,” her Uncle began, “Might I present my niece, Lady Jessica of Cumbria.” The redhead rose then, “Forgive us for our intrusion, my uncle felt that it was prudent to add ourselves to the list of names that kept you from enjoyin’ your night.” Lips pressed together to hopefully squelch the amusement of her uncle’s embarrassment from spreading too far across her features. “If there’s not a topic of conversation that has not been discussed too many times tonight, I’d be happy to partake if you’d like. Otherwise, I’d also be happy to fade into my place on that long list and give you your evenin’ back.” Oh God she’s going to hear about this when they get home.