#post dance

But all the bravery in the world,

Could not save the prince’s severed head.

I don’t get how anyone can hate an angel, what did she ever do other than smile and be pretty. I’ve seen comments calling her stupid and saying she shouldn’t exist and it sounds like repackaged Nettles slander lmfao. Literally the same but it’s another character. Right down to the “the story should be altered” and “she’s too young.” But I mean ironically the alterations hotd will make would be aging her up the same way they did everyone else. Really some people get upset when the story doesn’t give them what they want I don’t like canon plot points being changed (Laenor, Aemond, whitewashing, etc.) especially when GRRM writes everything for a reason and anyone wanting a girl to prove or justify her life...the misogyny side eye I have. We start off with a Targaryen & Velaryon wedding and it’ll end off with one to start the next chapter for the Targaryen dynasty. If anything people hating a fictional innocent girl just shows how insane the fandom is.

I haven’t paid attention to hotd fandom discourse for a while tbh so I haven’t seen any post recently. Craziest one I saw months ago was that her children shouldn’t be hers so it’s gone from “I wish this was altered” to “this entire bloodline should be changed.” Just bonkers smh. Anywho I’m excited to see how Daenaera & Aegon cope with being orphans and they’ll have to bring back the Daemon/Vaemond situation I love the drama. The symbolism of marriage bringing together split apart families because Targaryens put the Velaryons through alot throughout the dance so they get solace. They’re both the blood of Old Valyria, and needed repair after the damage and mistrust. I hope Rhaena gives Daenaera a ride on Morning also because the girl likes dragons let her ride a dragon 😭😭 Post-dance with Morning and Aegon getting to marry girl who’s trying to be resilient despite all the death everyone had to endure, it’s obvious that optimism and light at the end of the tunnel is a theme after they lose so much and Daenaera is apart of that. Daenaera being Queen is literally the resolution. “Hope and good feeling reigned over the Red Keep as the new year dawned.” So I just don’t get wanting the conflict to be ongoing or wanting to rebuff House Velaryon. Then we have much needed portrayal of trust between Baela/Rhaena and Aegon iii when the Targaryens just had siblings fighting for the throne. The most important for Daenaera (to me) is the light v dark battle with their personality difference and her love for dragons/him being rumored to kill dragons is just so !!!! Daenaera’s personality is Baela/Rhaena mixture it’s so interesting. It also just lets me know book!Aegon iii is not a pervert, it’s the familiarity and comfort from who he knows won’t hurt him coming from Daenaera that draws him to her nothing sexual. GRRM wants the Targaryen bloodline to be from Targaryen/Velaryon blood so anyone that really hates that is gonna have to write fanfiction 🤷‍♀️

The fic is completely based on lore. The story begins in 133 AC, two years since Aegon III was crowned king. There is a plague breaking out earlier this year, killing hundreds of citizens in King’s Landing and also the Hand Tyland Lannister. Now Unwin Peake is the Hand, along with a regent council to help Aegon III rule. The dragon pit was ruined in the 130 AC riot, and four dragons died there, including Tyraxes.

I take my pills and I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time

I'm happy all the time

I love my girl but she ain't worth the price

She ain't worth the price

Emma swirled the liquid in the glass, for what seemed like the millionth time as she looked down at the files riddling the desk. Since Felicia’s had been admitted to the MEdBay Emma hadn’t stepped foot back inside in at least two days. Not to visit her newly acquired patients...Not to talk about trauma or dealing with. Nothing. She’d kept herself busy with other things. Watching Fisk’s every move, controlling the doctors to spill every last detail of their conditions unwilling to be lied to, she’d spent time just crying in her bed because she should have done more for both of them and all of them all at once.

The events blurred together until zoning in on Catseye’s body limp, the purple cat Emma so admired tossed side like a rag dog. She knew she should go visit them because she cared but they didn’t need to see her like this. She downed the last drop of the glass and laid her head on her desk. She realized not too long after finishing her fifth--perhaps it was sixth-cup of brandy laced tea, she was the only one who’d harbored ill-will toward Jean. She would be the only want to blame her. A bitter laugh escaped her because if it had been her, her to lose control and nearly murder someone who’d done nothing to deserve it Emma would have been escorted off the premises left to fend for herself. No forgiveness in sight. 

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   She was happy. God dammit, she'd had a good time. Airiana had gotten the chance to live out all of her Cinderella fantasies (if she'd had any in the first place). She got to sip fancy champagne, wear sparkly silver jewels, dance with her beloved uncle, and had gotten the chance to entertain a seriously a m a z i n g date. 

   It was good.

   Until something had to go wrong.

   Inevitably, something always goes wrong. There could never be a day that went by without some sort of supernatural dilemma. And who was the cause? The motherfucking dynamic duo     The arrogant, stupid, recently resurrected, inconsiderate alcoholic vampires. The two people she could count on to ruin the night.

   Airiana was angry. Oh hell, was she angry. She wanted a drink and that sparkling champagne had barely made a dent in her sobriety which she desperately needed to shake. She was still wearing her sharp silver heels that dug scars into her feet and there was a certain unlit fury to a girl wearing heels for too long that made a person a little extra cautious. She was dangerously close to igniting, and she knew exactly who she needed to light the fuse.

   He could've died.

   Both of them could've died.

   Didn't they know what happened last time? Didn't they get that Elena couldn't loose anyone else? Didn't they understand that the last time someone died on her she was left with nothing but empty bottles and tears on the bathroom floor? God, what on earth were they thinking? How could he betray her like that? 

   Ripping open the door, her eyes scanned the room fiercly searching for at least one of those two assholes to scream at. "You." She growled lowly, slamming the door shut behind her and throwing her things to the side harshly. Of course it had to be Damon. The one that had the highest probability of killing her. Airiana didn't underestimate Damon. She was respectful of the boundaries he drew, recognized that he could destroy her in seconds flat and live with himself afterwards. She respected the power he had over her but he'd crossed the line and shattered the unspoken rules. Now, she didn't care what happened. If her bones were broken, if her throat was constricted, if her blood was drawn     she was angry. And she didn't care.