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@fatedriiiven asked; 01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. from valora !

𝕳𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖙. to be called here not a day after the fateful trial of seven at baelor's behest , and to all but flee from the prospect of having to return to storm's end? lyonel has been rather subdued in it. behaved himself and for once stuck rather strictly to minding his own business , for that seems how he'll better earn the favour of his prince's family than much else.

their children are of similar ages though , and while his own daughter seems rather outgoing in her ventures at making friends so far , it's quite the opposite to the impression he has of baelor's heirs. they seem quieter , more cautious , of a sensible nature as their father. and if his secretly soft heart is anything to go by , likely much more sentimental. so lyonel does stop a moment , brow furrowed in concern , when he sees such hasty masking of tears by the princess.

House of the Dragon s2 Prompts | accepting | @fatedriiiven

↪ send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! / accepting!

“yes, yes. duty, honor, expectations.” she flaps her hand in the air with a bored look on her face, as if smacking away the importance of them. he acts as though this is a unique burden, one that only he has ever been forced to carry. every son of westeros and essos carries it too, as do the daughters. as though she does not understand duty. it is why she is here, sitting in this solar and looking upon a second son of the dragon family. she can surely understand the reasoning behind the match. sabina’s ability makes her a powerful asset by herself, as well as forging a strong relationship with plentiful lys. 

(king and conqueror prompts / accepting)

her husband's twin speaks true for even as the red keep remains swathed in the mantle of mourning, there is a growing undercurrent of energy, a general sense that not only the court but the entire realm is standing on the very edge of a steep precipice. no doubt it will be many years before prince baelor's tragic death can be spoken with words not choked of grief but even while the sense of loss continues to pervade all walks of life, the realm must look forward. towards it's future.

'everything is changing and yet not everything will change.' the young woman's lips curl upwards into the faintest of dry smiles as she concedes to herself the rather infuriating contradiction within her own words. 'with great tragedy always comes change as the world and those within it try to reorder their lives and factions within court will always move to fill vacuums as soon as they present themselves.' ambitious men rarely let death stand in their way of arranging the realm as they saw fit.

“Are you ready, daughter?”

The banners of house Targaryen fluttered in the wind as Baelor stood on the dock at Dragonstone, watching the last of the luggage be loaded aboard. It was no small feat to bring a prince, two of his children, all the accompanying servants, and horses, and tourney gear. It was easier to go by sea, and reach Ashford from the other side of the Reach.

He might go on to Blackhaven after and visit his in-laws. He did not have high expectations for the tourney, but at least in Blackhaven he could relax.

Duty was a bitter draught for princesses and fathers alike. It was not Baelor's place to arrange his own children's marriages, as other lords, for the prince of Dragonstone was beholden still to the crown.

Oh, his father would ask his opinion, or let him do the work of searching and negotiating himself, but in the end, it was the King who said yea or nay. Just as his namesake had bid his father wed his mother, so Daeron now bid him lose his daughter.