#halfyearsqueen

the gilded rim of a delicate glass was close to kissing padmé on the lips. what stopped the kattadan  rosé from bringing a passing feeling of warmth beneath her silk covered chest was the undeniable sense of stress hanging heavy in the atmosphere; there was a chance, of course, that she was reading the aura of the queen 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 wrong, but the feeling didn't seem to leave her in peace before she'd at least try soothing the ache of this invisible wound. tilting her head to the side, she smiled thoughtfully while studying the other party of a budding friendship, moving her hand down to rest the base of her glass against the thigh of her crossed leg. in a universe like this, with early evening painting the balcony view with captivating shades of yellows and reds, there were countless of things that could make a lady's heart feel twice as heavy as it'd felt the very same morning. ❝ the word is free ❞, padmé voiced, ❝ what is it that makes you so pensive ? ❞

he turns to her at her words. he is as tall as her, these days, can look to her eye to eye, but when she says matters such as those, it never fails to make him remember when he used to grab unto her skirts or crowd to her side as they took their lessons. it was instinctual then, and time had done little to erode it, father a distant figure more than not, busy with his fellow magisters ( and his tone at mother had made him stare distrustfully more often than not, despite that he himself had no reason in particular to raise against him. it had bettered itself, recently, somewhat in surprise, but it was not enough and he remembered the one used the majority of the times PERFECTLY FINE ). “ i know, mother. i know i have you and my brothers, ” andro replies, lips stretching into a tentative smile. when had she not been there ? all memories he could recall, she had been present, managing his father's manse, hostess of his parties and reunions, present at their lessons to guide them. “ and once i am finished with my lessons on swordship, i shall be able to protect you if need be. ” he was lyseni, and their people did not risk themselves for battle ― free companies served well enough. but she was from westeros, and they liked their knights there, did they not ? for all he did not understand it.

his head raises quickly at that, gaze sharpening as he focuses on her ( more, than it has in days, perhaps. but he prefers not to think of that ), papers pushed to the side from where he had been attempting to draw a tree in a manner that felt satisfactory, quickly forgotten as he thought only of what his mother had said now. his eyes focuses on her stomach. she is not showing, yet, but he remembers when she had been with joffrey quite well. it feels closer than not, for all joff had seen his third name day already ― he remembers hugging at her center and proclaiming it was his little sibling, as jace had had him and so it was only fair. he supposes they can share this one, jace and him and the twins. he is still adapting to their inclusion, some days feeling more unsure footed than others, but he liked the twins ( it still felt strange, some days, to see them so often, them and their father, but he was hoping it'd become common in time, just as it felt strange still to not have returned to king's landing. that was quite FOR THE BETTER, however. he much preferred dragonstone an impossible amount. ) “ a sibling ? ” he repeats, voice lightly surprised, raising from where he had been sitting to go to her. “ when ? are you well, mama ? ” joffrey had taken some months to be born, had he not ? he couldn't remember exactly. “ is it a boy again ? ”

ㅤㅤㅤIN  THAT  MOMENT,  PART  OF  HER  FEELS  AS  IF  SHE  IS  BUT  A  CHILD  AGAIN.  Her  mind  goes  back  to  that  final  moment  before  her  sister  boarded  Illyrio's  ship.  She  hadn't  wanted  her  to  go,  gods  no,  and  the  mere  idea  of  her  being  made  to  wed  for  gain  was  a  rueful,  bitter  thing  that  Dany  had  refused  to  accept  in  full.  Their  parting  was  full  of  tears,  a  begging  from  the  younger  for  her  elder  sister  to  stay.  The  last  living  member  of  her  family.  Her  only  lifeline  in  this  world.  It's  been  nigh  six  years  since  Rhaenyra  went  away,  and  Daenerys  never  knew  if  she  would  see  her  again.  Now  she  is  here  before  her,  and  it  feels  as  if  the  past  has  dug  itself  up  from  the  grave  she'd  laid  it  in.  She  could  not  look  back.  Never.  If  she  dwelled  upon  the  past,  her  sorrows  would  choke  the  life  from  her.  Yet  a  piece  of  her  past  stands  before  her  now,  and  Dany  prays  that  this  is  not  a  dream.

@halfyearsqueen ⸻ ↳ 〹 ' let's have a little talk. ' | Rhaenyra & Alicent.

Alicent  crossed  her  arms  on  her  chest,  her  expression  a  mix  of  wariness  and  disdain  as  she  regarded  Rhaenyra.  They  were  not  friends  anymore,  not  the  same  girls  who  dreamed  of  cakes,  and  who  shared  their  worries  with  each  other.  Everything  had  changed,  and  now,  Alicent  did  not  trust  her  anymore.  All  she  knew  was  she  had  to  protect  her  children,  and  keep  them  away  from  the  sword  that  would  fall  on  them  if  Rhaenyra  ever  became  queen.

❝ What  could  you  possibly  want?  Is  this  another  scheme?  There  is  nothing  to  say  anymore.  You  have  your  path,  and  I  have  mine.  ❞ 

She  scoffed,  shaking  her  head,  standing  tall,  her  gaze  never  wavering.  There  was  no  more  shy  young  lady  left  in  her,  not  anymore.  She  might  not  have  loved  her  husband,  and  only  ended  up  caring  for  him,  but  she  loved  her  children  fiercely,  and  this  love  was  enough  to  fuel  her  with  strength.

❝ Aegon  is  the  rightful  king.  There  is  no  changing  that.  ❞ 

Jace   ran   his   hand   along   Vermax's   nuzzle,   feeling   the   warm,   familiar   breath   of   the   dragon   against   his   palm.   Vermax   huffed   softly,   still   tired   from   the   flight,   her   golden   eyes   half-lidded   in   a   rare   moment   of   peace.   Jace’s   eyes   lingered   on   the   dragon,   but   his   thoughts   were   far   from   her   as   his   mother's   voice   cut   through   the   silence.

Jace   stilled   for   a   moment,   his   fingers   pausing   in   their   motion   against   Vermax's   scaled   skin.   He   sighed,   knowing   there   was   no   point   in   hiding   anything   from   her—his   mother   could   always   read   him.   Reluctantly,   he   turned   to   face   her,   an   apology   already   forming   on   his   lips.“I   should   have   told   someone,”   he   began,   his   voice   low,   his   eyes   flicking   to   the   ground   before   meeting   hers.  

is your oc open-minded or stubborn?

both. but she’s stubborn in the way of she doesn’t like being told what to do, outside of reasonable requests, mostly in situation where someone who wasn’t one of the people amelia will listen to (even then with those people she’ll still argue but won’t actively go against them), tell her to do something for a stupid reason. or once her mind is made about doing something, very rarely are you going to be able to change her mind. again in situations that aren’t really day to day, and tend to go against what she had just been told not to do. but she is also very open minded, and actively encourages people to speak their mind, even if they oppose her view point.

are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

she is extremely inquisitive, if there are new things to be learned, she wants to learn them. when she was little it was almost to the point of her being annoying with her questions. they were good questions, of course. but they never seemed to end. as she grew she became more mindful of the amount of questions she asked and her questions became more thoughts.