#velcryons

A RAVEN HAS ARRIVED FOR THE QUEEN FROM LAENYS VELARYON: 

❝ the king is dead. long live the king. ❞ (@velcryons / becoming elizabeth prompts - accepting! )

it is surreal to hear such words spoken in the light of day rather than in the shadows of her dreams. her husband, king viserys, is dead, and a new king will now take his place: her eldest son. it is a simple fact of nature and the will of the gods and yet to hear the words fall from laenys lips gives pause. now that the time has truly come, is she ready? she has spent much time in preparation for the day when her son ascends the iron throne but what if some crucial detail is overlooked? ❝ long live the king. ❞ the words are echoed instinctively as her thoughts expand before narrowing. she must focus. there is much to be done. 

❝ i knew that this day would come and now that it is here, i hope that i can rely upon your sense of loyalty, not only to myself but to my son and to the realm. ❞ she has never had cause to doubt laenys before but she knows better than most how fickle allegiances can be at court and it will do no harm to be assured by the young woman that she remains true. 

❝ there is a long road ahead of us and i will need those who are loyal by my side.❞ no doubt some of laenys house will cleave to rhaenyra should the princess choose to pursue the throne that is not rightfully hers but alicent is of a mind that laenys will hold fast. 

Margaery   Tyrell   had   encountered   many   men   who   wielded   their   names   like   weapons—some   sharp   and   precise,   others   blunt   and   heavy—but   Corlys   Velaryon,   it   seemed,   carried   his   like   a   feather   caught   in   a   summer   breeze.

His   smile   was   a   careless   thing,   half-formed   and   teasing,   as   if   he   had   just   awoken   from   some   pleasant   dream   and   had   yet   to   decide   whether   reality   was   worth   his   full   attention.   They   stood   beneath   the   shade   of   a   carved   stone   archway   in   the   gardens   of   King’s   Landing,   the   scent   of   blooming   myrtle   thick   in   the   air.   Margaery   held   a   goblet   of   Arbor   gold   in   her   hands,   idly   tracing   the   rim   with   one   finger,   her   expression   one   of   pleasant   amusement. @velcryons ft. corlys iii.

“And   tell   me,   my   lord,”   she   said,   tilting   her   head   slightly,   “do   you   truly   mean   to   keep   avoiding   your   mother’s   summons,   or   shall   I   be   the   one   to   drag   you   before   Lady   Shaera   myself?   She   and   myself   wonder   your   place   in   this   court.”   A   short   pause   giving   as   she   takes   a   drink   from   her   goblet.   "Yo   do   not   hide   your   disdain   for   the   King   Joffrey."

♕ ⊱ @velcryons ⊱ My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?” -from Shaera

— " i am 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. "

for ( @velcryons ) from ( @sigilsongs )

@velcryons asked: You could be a Queen- Valaena to Obsidia

"You   are   kind,   but   your   son   had   made   it   clear   he   has   no   intention   to   take   another   wife."   Not   after   Queen   Rhaenys   passed   away.   He   had   come   to   Westeros   with   two   sister   wives   and   now   he   only   has   one.   For   what   she   had   heard   from   her   father,   the   king   has   no   interest   in   taking   another   bride.   Mistresses   and   perhaps,   someone   to   entertain   him,   yes,   but   no   queen.

"We   made.   .   .progress."   Jaehaera   speaks   to   Daenaera   as   she   looks   at   her,   her   hands   finishing   one   of   her   mother's   old   shrews   she   never   got   to   finish,   and   now   she   is   doing   so.   As   a   gift   to   Aegon,   hoping   he   will   open   up   a   little   more.   This   marriage   was   not   happy,   but   the   two   of   them   seem   to   live   in   a   small   world   of   understanding;   it   takes   time   to   heal,   and   they   both   suffered   great   losses. @velcryons ft. daenaera.

ㅤㅤㅤTHE  KHALEESI  SITS  IN  SILENCE  FOR  THE  LONGEST  TIME,  her  usual  cheer  absent  this  day.  Not  for  any  reason  in  particular.  Some  days  are  heavier  than  others,  full  of  memories  and  questions  and  those  little  doubts  that  threaten  her  on  occasion.  The  worst  days  are  when  she  finds  herself  longing;  when  the  loneliness  sets  in,  and  she  can  look  at  the  crowds  of  people  who  follow  her  and  still  feel  so,  so  alone.  Mhysa,  they  call  her.  Mother.  She'd  had  a  mother  once,  hadn't  she?  A  woman  whose  face  and  voice  she  knows  only  by  dreams,  not  memories,  for  Rhaella  Targaryen  had  died  bringing  her  into  this  world.