thinking about lyanna and aegon ii again. if you're new here, you might be like... via wtf? but i want you to trust me ( and ozzy / @sinfyre ) when i tell you that it works. the best thing about lyanna and aegon is that neither of them is the other's salvation. instead, they're each other's witness. lyanna is perhaps, one of the very few people who looks at aegon and sees the person beneath the prince and the responsibility he's been asked to carry. and aegon in turn becomes the one who sees past lyanna's reputation and recognizes the young woman grieving a life she imagined that she can't have, because she's constrained by the limitation of their society and her gender. despite this, being truly seen doesn't solve their problems... it just changes how they face them. there are layers to this dynamic: friendship, advocacy, forgiveness, shared humor / shared wounds, and eventually, love. but love is the natural consequence of what they painstakingly built together, rather than its forgone conclusion. and that is why i love them so much.
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@sinfyre asked: everything’s better with some wine in the belly. / for viserys i
house of the dragon starters .
the comment almost passes him by. his mind is not as sharp as it once used to and he is often more tired than not. once he registers the words, a sharp laugh escapes his lips, so unusual to the casual and all too polite smiles he has to offer his advisors when they try to scheme their way into his council.
"ah, daemon." and the man realizes his mistake in that quick moment. the comment was so alike that of his younger brother he is taken aback. eyes shift forward and focus on the present, his son, standing before him and viserys let the smile linger, although it holds all the troubles in the king's mind and what the future holds for his family.
they are all too apart, and the man wish they were by his side, united. his unclothed hand move to hold aegon's wrist, reassurance in his grip. "you reminded me of my brother for a second, son. but you are quite right." a cough or two, as his hand shift to offer the younger man a seat beside him. "come, pour us a cup and ask whatever you wish to ask."
I am deeply sorry for the many ways I know I have fallen short of being the father you deserved. No doubt that is putting it mildly in your eyes but please believe I mean it with all my heart. Perhaps it is because you came later in my life, perhaps this illness is to blame, or even a punishment. I do not say this as an excuse or in an attemot at pity. Your Uncle Daemon once said I was weak as a king; perhaps he was right, and that weakness has bled to how I am as a father. Not only to the three of you, but to Rhaenyra and your mother as well. I should have done far more for you all.
Aegon, you were named for the Conquerer who united the realm. You have the true fire of the dragon, a strength and mind that should not go to waste. Your sister will need that when she sits the Iron Throne. You are my firstborn son; I should have done more for you in that regard, especially given my…past. Please be good to your sisters and believe me when I say that I am proud you.
Aemond, I know you are perhaps the one with most cause to hate me. Lucerys should have been punished in some way that night, but not the way your mother wanted. Taking his eye would not have restored yours and neither of you deserved to have your blood spilled. I can only hope that you don't let that anger at your nephew consume you and that you meant what you said about the 'exchange'. You proudly ride the mighty Vhager, but remember that there is a grave difference between being bonded with a dragon and controlling one, especially one as old and battle-worn as she. That idea was an illusion that brought about Old Valyria's doom. Dragon rider or not, you possess a skill with your blade and strength most men envy. For what little it may be worth, I am proud of the man you have become.
Helaena, you are the image of your mother. Many in our line have been dragon riders, but very few have been dreamers. I once considered myself one but you, my darling, truly have the gift. I am sorry if I didn't listen to them enough and wish I had the strength and time to do do now. There are many people who look down on those with such visions and I hope you don't take such whispers you may hear to heart. See it as the strength and gift it is. If you find and care to read this in time, perhaps you and the children would like to hear stories of your grandsire, Baelon the Brave, or King Jaehaerys?
I wish I had more time to rectify the mistakes I made with all of you. I only hope you do not hold it against each other or Rhaenyra or let it divide you. Find a way to stand united and strong. Not for my sake, but that of the House of the Dragon and the realm.
I am so proud of you all and love you all so much.
@sinfyre : ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ (prompts)
"do you plan to be sober enough to speak to me any time this year?" alicent's voice holds no anger, rather it is overcome with a penetrating exhaustion. attempting to have any kind of conversation with aegon has become an exercise in patience, even more so now than when he'd been a child. and the queen's patience, abundant as it is required to be, is not infinite. and she's attempting to keep the fire that kindles itself in her chest from sparking into an inferno. "perhaps you will manage when i'm on my deathbed? or will you not even spare me that kindness at death's door?" she stands expectantly across the room, hands folded over her stomach, and as she does she can't help but frown at the darkness circling his eyes and the redness that makes the pink of his irises appear sickly. concern overtakes frustration then. "did you sleep at all last night?"
❝ hello, little prince, ❞ her heart aches — even though rhea wills it not to be. she does not think about the child she could never have, even if it had meant that any babe born from her lord husband's seed would no doubt, at a point, be used as nothing but tools in a much larger scheme. she does not think that it would've been enough if they were simply alive, despite the hardship and the ache of living would cause - because then it wouldn't be fair. because then, it would only invite the sort of sadness rhea knows she cannot simply shut and erode away.
so she does not think of those, but simply smile at the young prince's antics. his skin is pale, though his cheeks are plumped red from — presumptuously — the wind of the vale. rhea dares the back of her hand to swipe against it, gently, wiping away the traces of powdered sugar from where rhea had assumed came from the sweet breads of vendors who are obviously eager to please the little royal. by her side, of course, queen alicent remains, while the royal nursemaids are not far behind. rhea would not be so daring were they not here.
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she doesn't quite like the way he's looking at her, even though she's the one who invited him to do so. lyanna blinks at the sudden onslaught of honed-in attention. up north, she is notorious for her temper; cregan stark's willful sister, who bites as much as she barks. but in the presence of a prince, even the she-wolf has to heel, for over him she holds no power. he might not even know her name. ‘only because you're awfully uncouth for a prince.’ even her acquiescence has teeth. she's never been one for capitulation, this lyanna of house stark, who's been sent south because she dared challenge a group of boys to a fistfight in defense of a kitchen girl. standing between them is his title, and her reluctance to get into further trouble, for the shame it might bring her house. at his ridiculous offer, however, she nearly loses her composure. ‘i'd rather eat mud, thank you.’ lyanna glowers, she seethes. her cheeks are a livid red, her eyes bright in their displeasure. she stands before the prince in white-knuckled disbelief. ‘is that how you're taught to talk to ladies?’ the she-wolf huffs, turns away from him with a feigned air of nonchalance. ‘i doubt you'll ever get anyone to kiss you that way.’
" watch your tongue, W H E L P. " the princess warns, coldness in violet eyes as she lowers herself T O W A R D S the boy, so that her low tone can be heard C L E A R L Y by him.
