#vengenca

her two other children circling the pit from the clear sky above,      shadows cast displaying not just their size but that they are not rumoured falsities from across the narrow sea.     𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐,     𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢.      together they ride into battle,      as one entity     :      mother and son      ,      dragon-rider and dragon.      a warning to she, the false queen sat ‘pon the bones and ashes of her own ancestors and so many others.

patience is a trait she has had to learn and perfect      :      daenerys has had to work on it’s craft until it was measured and controlled.      && here is the first test with the so called self-proclaimed queen of the seven.      (      she wishes to fill the air with one sweet word      :      DRACARYS.     )      but the time for that will come.       lowered to solid ground on the wing of her son,      a soft caress is given just besides his maw,      stepping off.      head held high she nears allies and enemies,      a storm of sand and dust swirls around her      ,      drogon once more airborne to join his siblings with a rapturous warning cry.

❛      are we ready to begin?      ❜      though you may wear the crown and title of what is rightfully mine       ,       bare witness usurper queen      .      𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫     :     𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔰.     she will not kneel and will not allow a lion to rule over a dragon.      this is the dragon’s pit,      lioness.     the lion’s den has been infiltrated and those who do not fall into line and bow will be shown no mercy.      DRAGONS PLANT NO TREES,     TRAITOROUS LANNISTERS.      WE BURN THEM AND WE WILL BURN YOU.

@vengenca  said             ❝ I would prefer the girl you were, not who you’re trying to be. ❞

        wolven fangs had previously remained hidden behind pink lips for a BIRD was not supposed to have teeth that could wound. a bird wasn’t meant to have teeth at all. it was merely supposed to sing tunes that satisfied the ears of whoever was listening. and so she had. no matter how she had HATED every word that had fallen from her lips she had smiled and played her role. but now everything was d i f f e r e n t. her cage was no more. a crown rested atop her head, and she had no reason to tremble before the lioness. a wolf’s fangs were just as sharp. and even the softest of wolves possessed both strength and might.

          it was why sansa was able to look cersei lannister in the eye with her head held high and not a trace of fear upon her visage. a small amount remained, but it carefully hidden. the woman held no power over her anymore; she couldn’t harm her. tully hues were ICE and when sansa smiled in response to the older woman’s words there was nothing warm or fond about the expression. wolves b a r e d their teeth in the face of the enemy. so would she.          ❝  what girl? the dutiful child who hung on your every word. you KILLED that girl. ❞          in another lifetime, when father’s blood did not stain the ground and the queen’s interior was as beautiful as her appearance, that girl might have lived forever. the lions had made their choice. but even that would not have changed the truth that sansa know believed with heart and soul.          ❝  i have always been a WOLF. you simply failed to see. ❞