#khalesci

@khalesci 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘   𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊   𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉   𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙,   𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉   𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙   with   a   spark   of   amusement   flickering   in   her   eyes.   Her   powerful   wings   folded   neatly   against   her   sides   as   she   shifted   her   massive   form,   revealing   a   clutch   of   eggs   nestled   safely   beneath   her.   She   knew   the   sight   would   cause   quite   the   shockwave,   considering   up   to   that   point,   she   had   been   referred   by   many   as   a   one   of   her   brothers.

She   had   let   them,   watching   with   a   silent,   knowing   gaze.   Now,   she   couldn't   help   but   bare   her   teeth   in   what   might   have   been   called   a   grin,   if   dragons   were   known   for   such   expressions.   Her   great   head   lowered,   and   with   a   surprising   gentleness,   she   nudged   one   of   the   eggs   closer   to   Daenerys,   who   stood   at   her   side,   encouraging   her   mother   to   walk   closer   to   the   birth   of   new   dragon   eggs.   Hatchlings,   she   thinks   they   call   them.

@khalesci asked: "Don't torture yourself with hypotheticals."

Elrond   stood   at   the   edge   of   the   terrace,   his   gaze   fixed   on   the   distant   horizon   where   the   first   stars   began   to   shimmer   against   the   deepening   twilight.   Daenerys’s   words   hung   in   the   air   between   them,   as   sharp   as   any   blade   and   twice   as   cutting.

Her   voice   firm,   laced   with   a   wisdom   that   belied   her   years.   Yet   it   was   her   eyes,   molten   and   unyielding,   that   truly   spoke—commanding   him   to   let   go   of   the   chains   he   so   willingly   clasped   around   himself.   For   a   moment,   he   said   nothing,   his   hands   clasped   behind   his   back,   the   silver   rings   on   his   fingers   catching   the   faint   starlight.   The   ancient   wisdom   of   countless   centuries   warred   with   the   keen   ache   in   his   heart—a   regret   that   no   span   of   years   could   dull.

How   often   had   he   counseled   others   as   she   did   now?   How   many   times   had   he   reminded   them   that   the   past   was   a   shadow   one   could   not   outrun,   only   learn   from?   And   yet,   here   he   stood,   unable   to   take   his   own   counsel.

His   voice,   when   it   came,   was   soft   and   resonant,   like   a   river   flowing   over   ancient   stones.   “It   is   no   simple   thing   to   quiet   the   mind   when   the   heart   is   restless.   Would   that   I   had   known   what   you   needed,   Daenerys.   Would   that   I   had   seen   the   path   more   clearly   before   you   set   upon   it.”

He   turned   to   face   her   then,   the   light   of   the   setting   sun   framing   his   face   with   an   almost   ethereal   glow.   “Your   wisdom   humbles   me.   Yet   I   find   myself   bound   by   the   weight   of   what   I   might   have   done,   had   I   been   wiser,   or   swifter,   or—”   He   paused,   his   jaw   tightening.   “Such   musings   serve   only   to   ensnare.   But   still,   I   cannot   help   but   wonder.”

@khalesci asked : “I think it’s time you tell me who you really are.”

Rhaenys   heart   raced   the   moment   the   words   left   Daenerys’   lips.   There   was   no   more   hiding,   no   more   pretending   to   be   someone   else,   no   more   clever   disguises.   The   time   had   come   to   reveal   her   true   identity.   She   met   Daenerys'   gaze—those   violet   eyes   that   mirrored   her   own—and   felt   a   surge   of   emotions,   decades   of   longing   and   loss   crashing   over   her   like   waves.

For   years,   she   had   kept   her   lineage   a   secret,   slipping   through   the   shadows,   adopting   false   names   and   personas   to   survive.   But   standing   before   Daenerys,   who   had   risen   to   power,   a   queen   who   commanded   armies   and   dragons   alike,   Rhaenys   knew   there   was   no   turning   back.

“They   said   I   died   that   day   in   King’s   Landing.   That   the   Lannisters   took   me   from   this   world.   But   I   lived.   I   was   hidden   away,   far   from   the   eyes   of   those   who   would   have   seen   me   dead.   I   had   to   survive—there   was   no   other   way.   My   family’s   name   was   too   dangerous   to   carry."

She   straightened,   feeling   the   weight   of   the   revelation   lifting   from   her   shoulders.   "But   I   never   forgot   who   I   was.   And   I   never   forgot   who   you   are,   Daenerys."   Daenerys   had   always   been   alone,   believing   herself   to   be   the   last   of   their   line   and   so   has   Rhaenys   in   her   many   years.

@khalesci asked: ❝ You’re the only one I trust with this. ❞ (ezzara)

Dark   eyes   look   over   at   the   Queen,   understanding.   She   knows   what   she   needs   to   know   about   how   this   might   be   confusing.   The   Queen   had   been   told   she   would   not   be   able   to   produce   any   children   of   her   own,   and   so,   the   dragons   were   hers.   Ezzara   also   knows,   that   the   queen   and   King   Robb   Stark   had   been   blessing   every   place   they   can   with   their   presence,   making   her   and   Doreah   laugh   and   blush   at   times   when   she   hears   them.   But   now   the   queen   comes   with   a   question.   Symptoms   that   every   woman   who   had   once   been   pregnant   knows   means   something,   but   the   queen   thinks   it's   a   mistake.   "The   tests   do   not   lie,   my   Queen.   I   did   run   them   twice.   And   your   wolf's   beast   seems   to   be   extra   protective   of   you   as   well."   Animals   know   best,   and   she   can   see   the   big   direwolf   at   the   doorstep   of   the   room,   as   if   watching   Ezzara   and   see   if   she   means   harm.

@khalesci asked: ❛ why won't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ❜

"What   would   you   prefer,   sister?   To   know   everything   that   I   think   of?   Perhaps   what   I   dream   of.   You   dream   of   home   and   red   doors,   I   dream   of   our   mother   bleeding   in   her   bed   and   our   brother   slain   in   battle."   He   dreams   of   the   chaos   of   King's   Landing   when   he   was   but   a   child.   Their   mother's   belly is growing   bigger   and   bigger   and   Ser   Arthur   nowhere   on   sight,   having   left   with   their   brother.   Viserys   dreams   of   a   throne   that   was   stolen,   of   a   fire   that   was   water   down   and   a   family   slaughter.   He   grows   bitter   of   Faenerys   for   having   no   memories   of   it.All   she   ever   knew   was   Essos,   a   life   not   as   easy   as   it   should   be   but   none   of   the   chaos,   where   their   name   no   longer   mattered   and   he   had   to   sold   his   mother's   jewelry.  

SENTENCE MEME STARTERS; ACCEPTING  @khalesci​ asked  ❛  💬  ❜