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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑. full of tension, full of sadness. daenyra, ever the dutiful daughter, has remained by her mothers side for as much as she can. she comforts her, she holds her hand, she brings her sister, visenya, food from where she's locked herself away. even in daenyra's own sadness she provides for others in any way she can. this won't change once her brother returns home, but perhaps moreso. ( every since she was a girl she felt this need to be the person for those around her. in whatever they needed. daenyra was a caretaker, not a fighter. ) body fills with tension as her brothers arrival home is announced, body standing immediately alongside her mother. hands clasp themselves together, knuckles turning white, when he enters. standing back, eyes watch a mother tearfully embrace her eldest son. watches as rhaenyra holds him the way she did her daughters. now, it's her turn. stepping closer, tears already brimming, daenyra wraps her arms tightly around jace. on her tip toes she buries her face in his shoulder, a breath of relief escaping her chest. ❛ jace, ❜ she whispers, voice wavering. ❛ i'm so sorry. ❜

It is the only thing he can think of as he lingers in Jacaerys' room, occupying a nearby table as he pours over the scrolls and tomes left behind the library on Dragonstone. His attention is split between the old Valyrian scripts and the prince who lie in bed. Gaze focusing on him as he stares into the folds of his canopied bed in silence.

❝ Jace. ❞ Astarion's voice is soft, firm. ❝ istia ēdrugon tolī. ( you must sleep more. ) Rhaenyra would not be glad of me to bring you to King's Landing worse than when she left. ❞ A beat, and he rises from his seat, crossing over hard stone to occupy the space by the bed. ❝ Do you need me to get you something? ❞

rhaegarys held half of jacaerys' soul and half of his heart. wherever jacaerys went, his twin would never be far behind and vice versa. they were constantly together, leading to much confusion among the court who still couldn't tell the two apart. this amused the pair who delighted in bantering back and forth over their identity. when they had been younger jacaerys would pretend to be rhaegarys while his younger brother played at being crown prince. only their mother and brothers could tell the pair apart. even after they had gotten earrings on opposite ears to help the court differentiate them, they were still confused for one another. they had spent their entire lives together, and had only ever been separated for minutes during childbirth. jacaerys had been born first, and wailed until he was reunited with rhaegarys upon his mother's breast. it hadn't been until the war of the ravens made it necessary for them to part so they might act upon the queen's behalf. jacaerys had insisted that they petition the lords and ladies of the land upon dragons in place of ravens to their mother's cause. it had pained him to abandon rhaegarys at dragonstone, but it had been necessary. somebody had to stay home and curb their mother's worry, and rhaegarys was excellent company. so it was that the pair of dragon twins with their twin dragons were separated for the very first time in their lives. jacaerys had exceeded his own expectations when he traveled north. ee had called upon lady arryn of the bale, lord manderly of white harbor, and cregan stark of winterfell. Unlike his ancestors who relied upon their dragons to persuade the lords of westeros, jace employed nothing but his charm. Each of them swore oaths of loyalty to rhaenyra, pledging men and their services to the young prince. jacaerys had spent the most time in winterfell where he found cregan stark nearly immune to his wiles. but as dragons are want to do, he set the man's icy resolve away until nothing remained but adoration for his prince. they formed a quick friendship that blossomed into what would become a blood pact before the god's wood. their union, which had started as an uneasy respect for one another, had blossomed into romance. jacaerys couldn't wait to tell rhaegarys of his success and of the direwolf he had tamed during his time in the north.

she finds the only place she experiences any sort of tranquility is when she practices.   in the fluid, practiced movements she uses when controlling the fire.  it's where she's found by the other.  duo fingertips shift, sending crackle of blue across the surface of the water and skittering into the distance accompanied by a long exhale.  arms swirl in circular motion, flames dancing along tips of her fingers before she takes notice - just the faintest flash of dark at the corner of her eye.  the fire fizzles out as she turns to face him, lowering her chin in respectable nod.    ❝ ⠀ i didn't hear you approach. ⠀ ❞    she explains, fingers clasped behind her back while shoulders roll back.  brow arches, some, at the prince's appearance.  ragged.  all of them have the same exhausted expression.  one sleeps far better when she has no stake in the outcome of this war.  let them devour themselves,  father had said,  watch and decide what pieces to move on the board.  so she has.  strategy has come into play with her alliances.        ❝ ⠀ how long has it been since you slept? ⠀ ❞    carefully avoids titles while amber gaze lands upon the prince.  there's a sickening similarity between the warring monarchs here and the scramble they'll find over her father's throne on ember island - her and zuko.   and she has no qualms about severing her brother's head should he try to take it now that she's fought so hard to remain in father's good graces.   the parable of two dragons brought to life.     ❝ ⠀ and what is is it you seek from me? ⠀ ❞

@vermaxs liked this post / maryse in her team black au.

" if it helps, " maryse says softly, her accent lilting with the summer breeze, the sound of the ocean hitting rocks as she guides the prince through sunspear's grounds, " i do not see the sense in this. . . this war. your grandsire has named your mother heir, and so it shall be. such -- " ah, what was it called in common again ? one of her sunguard ( always present, always watching ) whispers the words into her ear and she nods : " -- gender laws. . . they do not exist here. the next heir is chosen by birth order alone. "

it makes sense, of course, that rhaenyra, and by extension jacaerys, would come to dorne for aid ; the navy and resources that they could come away with was plentiful. it is the princess's job to play delightful host, but she must admit that she has been spending many days with the northern prince.

how  oft  must  she  bid  he  come  ashore?  there  is  much  left  to  still  do  ─  war  knew  no  end.  shall  she  shed  blood  alone?  word  from  kings  landing  brought  bitter  taste  to  tongue,  dry  as  it  was  plastered  to  the  roof  her  mouth.  she's  emptied  her  cup  thrice  and  still  it  was  no  aide.  meleys  was  not  honored  in  death.  the  disrespect  of  her  grandmother's  legacy  was  a  slight  not  easily  forgotten.  but  brazen  cruelty  seemed  to  be  a  mark  of  hightower  rearing  ─  how  ever  did  helaena  keep  sweet?  with  a  cock  of  her  head  she  thrusts  her  hand  out,  palm  upturned  and  fingers  slightly  curled.