#testing my limits

It took me hours to write that and not because I was overthinking or re-writing it a whole bunch of times oH NO HONEY tumblr was keep trying to fuck me up but making loose my spot AND THEN when I had to copy and post everything, you can't do it all once so that was g r e a t and a fun time to move it to the word counter app that helps out with gramner too you know so like yay BUT THEN TUMBLR...oh boi...WHEN I TRIED TO ATTACH A PHOTO THE PHOTO WENT TO THE VERY BOTTOM OF THE POST AND NOT THE TOP SO I TRIED AND TRIED TO MOVE IT BUT THEN IT WAS KEEP GOING IN THE MIDDLE AND THEN I SAID FUCK IT AND DELETED THE PHOTO AND AS I WAS SO CLOSE TO PRESS POST I NOTICED THAT THE FIRST SENTENCE WAS ACTUALLY IN THE THRID ROW SO I HAD TO FIX THAT

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UNTIL IT WAS NORMAL AGAIN AND I DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO REALLY PROF READ IT FULLY I WAS SO CLOSE TO THROW MY PHONE OUT OF MY BEDROOM WINDOW

Nonny, I’ll be upfront with you that I actively can’t stand Rhaegar, but I’ll try my best. I don’t expect it will be warm and fluffy, though.

#23: “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.” 

Set in a universe where Rhaegar didn’t run off with Lyanna, instead Rickard allowed them to marry in turn for Rhaegar calling a Great Council and taking Aerys off the throne.

Rhaegar sighed as the dejected words left his young bride, studying her figure as she stood with her back facing him. Before her was a table covered in shattered glass and the ruined remains of a meal, the unfortunate victims of his brother and son’s tempers.

“Viserys and Jon coming to blows isn’t any fault of yours, sweetling. They’ve had problems between them long before you and I became man and wife.”

“But I’m the current problem between them. Even you cannot deny that, my king.” Despite himself, Rhaegar had to admit part of what she spoke was truth.

None of his children had reacted well to his third marriage. Aegon and Rhaenys had retreated in stony silence to Dragonstone, Daemon and Jaehaerys (the twins Elia had brought into the world at a fatal cost) wrote less and less often from Casterly Rock and Highgarden, but it was Jon who protested loudly and often, channeling the outrage of the maternal relatives he was so close to. And Viserys…Viserys had never outgrown his big brother worship. He thought Jon ungrateful and disloyal, and never failed to voice those feelings.

He stepped forward to rest his hands against the swell in Sansa’s middle. Tension in the realm was mounting: Stark, Tully, Arryn, Baratheon, how was he supposed to keep the peace if he couldn’t keep his own house in order? He needed to take back the reins, with an iron hand if he had to. He couldn’t afford for his queen to be too upset, not when she carried such precious cargo. The Visenya he’d sacrificed so much for. “I’ll make this right. I promise.”

He caught a glimpse of her wan smile before she turned her head back around to look at the table. “If you say it, I believe it, Your Grace.”