#vaedar

it  is  of  no  surprise  to  arianne  that  his  eyes  should  linger  ──────  for  she  is  the  sovereign  of  heat―  the  fever  of  passion,  the  rush  of  elation  and  ecstasy...  and  there  beneath  the  steaming  spotlight  of  his  stare,  she  blooms  ―  glistening  with  threads  of  sweat  and  silver  that  chimes  with  every  twirl  and  step  to  the  rhythm  filling  the  palace  halls.  scarlet  kissed  fingertips  reach  for  his  hand,  plucking  the  ivory  lord  from  amongst  the  sidelines  and  into  the  sea  of  twisting  colors,  chuckling  as  bodies  collide.  "  years  of  practice,  my  lord.  "  she  sings with  a  smirk,  guiding  his  hand  to  her  swaying  hip,  slowing  to  a  gradual  to-and-fro.  "  ―  an  expert  if  you  will...and  expertise  tells  me  a  dance  is  far  more  delightful  with  two...  "

♛ ⊱ @vaedar ⊱ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

ㅤㅤㅤSHE'S ASKED ALL WHO HAVE SHARED HER TABLE THIS EVENING about the mysterious guest with platinum hair and gemstone eyes. Thus far she has received no answers. For some, the uncertainty has put them on alert. Ser Barristan in particular seems to burn with a distrust for the stranger and how he'd gained entry to the hall that holds the queen's feast. Daario had the same notion, though he was sent away after an escalating exchange of words with Hizdahr that did much to dampen Daenerys' patience for the night. Children, the lot of them ; older than their queen but far more foolish in her eyes, at times.

It hadn't been a long ceremony, and for most of it, Baela had been fighting off her nerves. What sort of man would she marry, and how would he treat her? These were common fears that most women had on the day they were wed but not every woman had an arranged marriage like she did. Baela had worried it would be some old lord who wished to use her as a broodmare, and if that was the case, she would feed him to Moondancer without an ounce of regret. It had surprised her when she had walked down the aisle and had been met with someone far more handsome than some old lord. It wasn't a grand wedding, and Baela was somewhat thankful. She hadn't wanted everyone's eyes on her.

❝ 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧? ❞ niamh asks the question quizzically, a half-laugh poised at the end of her tongue. it's not often that she finds the drake at a loss for words, but when she does... something about his quieted expression is firmly and resolutely endearing.

a burgeoning warmth reminds her that she is engaged. to be wed. belonging to someone else. not his. but the reminder is a deeply unwelcome one. niamh chooses to ignore it.

“On dragon's back , Vaeyella?” 

With a roll of her eyes , Vae writhed her way out of her father’s grasp , who’s amused smile and laugh did not extend to her mother or two of her brothers. “Yes. I went on dragonback.” The youngest could feel their daggers like glares , yet she continued on her way. Formal dinners , some type of celebration for some god that Vaeyella could never remember the name of. 

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

  Vaedar Valarys [ @vaedar​ ]  ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

              She’d be a fool to TRUST him, a dragon roams free over the city, putting every Westerosi ill at ease. No man arriving on such a beast is looking to establish TRADE, he wants her crown, to claim the dragon forged throne, upon which her son sits. The Valyrian’s had always been conquerors, Before the DOOM, they’d subjugated half the world, and Cersei is CERTAIN, that is their intentions once more.... but until any such intentions were voiced, she’d not submit to them. 

              The Queen’s High Valyrian has never been GOOD, having found little use for it in her life. It’s true that she had practiced at it, as a young girl, Back when she dreamed of a Valyrian Groom, but after Rhaegar’s Marriage, she’d deemed it STUPID & POINTLESS. a mistake, clearly. Although she does remember enough romantic phrases, to understand what he says. 

              A smile curls on the corners of her lips, the invitation is more than she’d dare hope for. She didn’t need to Tie Valyria to Westeros, she needed to tie the dragonlord, to HER. i’d like to see that little whore, scheme on Tommen if i secure myself a dragon. 

                She thanks what ever god might care to hear it, that they made ALL men the same. Her finger curl in the fabric of his garment, pulling him down to meet her lips in a kiss, her free hand reaching to intertwine itself with silver strands.

               His mouth is soft, his talent undeniable, truly a welcome change, form the simplicity of the Kettleblacks, & The Bitterness Jaime’s kisses had left on her tonue. Cersei finds she enjoys this one.. She lets herself deepen the kiss. only to break it moments later. It’s best to leave them wanting. 

PRIVATE ROLEPLAY: DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU ARE NOT MY PARTNER.

@vaedar​​

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

Almost dying in the North, nearly losing her dragons, and sacrificing half her armies to stop the undead had taken a deep toll on Daenerys’, both mind and body. Viserion and Rhaegal were able to fly back to Dragonstone under Drogon’s protective presence, but they required several months of rest there on the volcano’s slope while her armies did the same. The Northerners had sent ravens, first slyly requesting she ‘honor’ their alliance, then demanding that she remove Cersei. Daenerys burned every scroll. They had used her people’s lives without regard and then had declared themselves ‘independent’. Not her people.

Dany wasn’t bitter, no. She was tired and grieving. Ser Jorah’s life hung in the balance, sleeping without waking in the Maester’s tower, but Ser Selmy had lost his life and with his passing, her last connection to family was gone. When her dragons and army were ready, Captain Asha’s fleet arrived and soon enough, they were landing on the shore close to the walls of Volantis. Asha’s Ironborn took the bay while Unsullied and Dothraki pulled Volantian ships onto the beach and tore them apart to create catapults.

While her armies besieged the outer walls,  Daenerys guided her dragons to destroy guard towers and armaments, sending Volantian nobles scurrying behind their black walls, but what they hadn’t expected was their own slaves turning against them. For eight days, it was chaos, street to street fighting, her dragons burning holes in the black walls while slaves streamed out of the city. Behind the black walls where Unsullied fought Unsullied, the fighting was fiercest, but some slaves slit the throats of their masters in their sleep and threw open their doors.

Each day, Greyworm brought petrified dragon eggs to her tent, dozens of them found in vaults, but one evening just before dusk, he came with a look of astonishment, whispering two words - live dragon. Her heart pounding, Daenerys raced to the enormous compound, and entering the courtyard behind, her heart was in her throat. A massive silver and gold dragon was tethered to the rear wall by a thick chain leading to a collar studded with gemstones that glowed brightly. Dany could feel the sickening sensation of dark magic hanging in the air, as she had in the House of the Undying. 

The dragon’s eyes blinked and in the low light, Dany could see the molten shimmer of lavender, almost violet eyes watching her as she moved closer. This was magic beyond anything she had ever encountered and it frightened her, but Dany would not leave the dragon. Holding out one small hand as she approached, Daenerys declared. “You’re a handsome one, aren’t you. I have three dragons that will protect you, sweetling. I won’t hurt you. No one will ever hurt you again. Will you let me try to take that off? I don’t know if I can - there is powerful magic here, but I will not leave you.”