#hotd verse

No Going Back

HOTD verse

@tessastormrp

Lynesse looked around the feasting hall, filled with people, but she knew none of them. In fact, Lynesse knew no one in the place that was to be her new home save for two of her ladies that traveled with her and the few Hightower guards that escorted her to the North. Besides those few people, everyone in the room was a stranger to her, even her new husband was a stranger to her. Lynesse had only met Cregan Stark the day before last and now they were married.

Staring down at the cup in her hands, the young Hightower tried to straighten her thoughts. The last few months of her life had been nothing but a whirlwind, a blur that passed her by. Her father and sister had told her she was to wed Cregan Stark, and that she would be leaving within the week to head North. Lynesse did not even know a marriage was being seriously entertained for her and in all honesty, she had expected to wed a Lannister, but instead, she had been sent North to marry the wolf. She had been packed up and sent on her way with small goodbyes to her family and instructions from her father. She was to wed Cregan Stark and win over the North's support against Rhaenyra. Lynesse wanted to ask how her father supposed she was to go about steering a Stark away from their oath, she was also curious how on earth Otto had gotten Cregan to agree to the match, but her father never gave her the chance to voice such questions. The Hightower girl had been sent away from her home and everything she knew to go North, a place she imagined she would never leave again, and wed a man she had never met.

Lynesse still felt as if she walking through a dream, like all of this had been a charade and might be called off any moment, but deep down, she knew it was real, and that there was no going back.

             Everyone whispered of how Lord Jason was a fool... and perhaps they were right. Yet As Cersei & her siblings, attends the baptize of the new Targaryen twins. she cannot help but think that Viserys is a bigger fool still. Naming his daughter HEIR, but keeping his sons alive, and capable of inheriting...EVEN Letting his eldest Father more sons. It will never work. Westeros will have it’s king. - And that future King looks terribly malcontent.  

             Cersei knows her lot, as Rhaenyra ought to know hers. Her brother would inherite despite being the youngest of seven trueborn children born to Lord Jason... If she wishes to Improve her Station she has to do it herself. 

@tessastormrp

Helaena was crouched down in some alley in Kings Landing, hiding behind some crates and barrels that seemed to be forgotten. She had her cloak pulled over her silver hair, not wanting to draw any closer attention to herself. Not when she was out in the city all alone.

She jumped at every noise, a loud shout, or people passing, the occasional scream. The princess had somehow found her way to being lost in flea bottom and she was too scared to move. She didn’t know the way back to the Red Keep from here, and she didn’t want to be seen, she has heard what this part of town was like and she was scared.

Helaena has been out with a few of her guards, having ventured into the market after lunch like she did most days to look at the makers, more importantly at the insects that she would sometimes find on sale there. She was looking through the curious creatures when something happened, a fight broke out? Or perhaps an argument, but her guards were attacked by a mob. One had pushed Helaena behind him as a man charged towards her, yelling and screaming something she couldn’t make out. Helaena was knocked onto the ground, and them grabbed up by the arm, a man trying to pull her one way while she fought to go another. The man had ended up hitting her and she fell back stumbling over a basket. After that everything was just chaos and Helaena ran. She didn’t care where, she had hoped she was heading back to the Red Keep, but she soon realized she had gotten very very lost. She felt like crying, and people stared at her, a few trying to grab her, so she found a small place to hide and hadn’t moved since.

~*~

Back at the keep, Helaena’s guards made their way into the keep, sheepishly, they had lost the princess. After the mob in the market they saw no sight of her and had searched nearby, but still could not find her. The young girl was lost somewhere in the city, so the two guards had returned to the Red Keep to report it.

They eventually found themselves in front of the Queen, the Hand, and Prince Aemond, recounting to them what had happened.

Restless Nights

A cry escaped her lips as Helaena shot upright in her bed. She grabbed onto the blankets tightly as a cry escaped her lips once again, tears running down her cheeks.

Her eyes darted around the room as she struggled to catch her breath, everything was dark, the fire having burnt out long ago. She took in a shaky breath, trying to calm herself as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Sit down, have a drink,” Jacaerys said as he gestured to the table he sat at in the Red Keep. He sat up more in his chair and poured a cup of wine and sat it at the empty space at the table.

Names

HOTD Verse

@musesofthedragon

"Okay, but I don't want a Hightower name," Helaena said with a soft breath as she settled into a chair, "for either of them." She gently rubbed her severely swollen belly as she rested back against the chair, "And no," she looked to her husband, "we are not calling them one and two. They need actual names Aegon." She was silent for a few moments thinking, “I like Alysanne for the girl, but I don’t have any ideas for the boy.” She gently moved her hands to where each child was resting in her belly. There was no logical way to know what the gender the babes would be before they were born, but Helaena knew. She knew that she would give birth to a boy and a girl, she had already seen them, met them in her dreams.

“Mother also wanted to know if we had any opinions on the celebrations for their births. Grandfather is already planning a whole feast, a joust, and a bunch of other things.” She sighed gently, “and my champion will not be Cole, not matter what mother suggests.”

A Brother Lost

HOTD Verse

A scream left the young prince's lips as he fell onto the beach out the front of Dragonstone. He dropped onto his knees, his palms pressed against the sand as another scream left his lips. The first scream was filled with pain and sorrow. The second was only filled with anger. Anger that burned deep in his stomach, that surged through his veins and into his lungs, making him feel as if he was going to explode. The anger was burning him alive from the inside out.

Jacaerys was angry at the world. At the gods. At his uncle, and at himself. He never should have suggested he and his brother take his mother's messages to the great houses of Westeros. He should have never let Luke go to Storms End. He never should have let his younger brother leave his sight...he never should have let Luke bring a dagger to the dragon pit all those years ago.

This was his fault. His brother's death...was his fault...

His brother.

A sob left his lips as he nearly collapsed onto the sad, his eyes shut tightly as he wept.

His brother was dead.

Jacaerys sobbed as he stayed there, knelt on the sand, anger, and grief pouring out of him. His body shook with sob after sob.

His brother was gone, and the world was growing dark.