"My sword is yours"
- GoT/HotD
- AU portrayal
- mature content:
TW Contains: Blood/Gore/Murder/attacks and more. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
NO MINORS || Adult content here. Makings of ManiacsDesire
"I'm tired of loosin people"
- HotD/GoT
- AU/OC portrayal
- Daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra
- mature content:
TW Contains: Blood/Gore/Murder/attacks and more. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
NO MINORS || Adult content here. Makings of ManiacsDesire
He let out a breath through his nose, his rough callised fingers had come to intertwine with hers as he watched her become vaunrable with him.
"They must learn to have a path for themselves, we can only steer them one way, after that, it is down to them"
He spoke >
"They are stronger than you realise Rhaenyra, both willing to help their mother by doing there duty"
He spoke as one who is sure yet some part of him deep down agreed with her, though he wouldn't show it.
Placing his cup down, he reached for her hand.
"Luke and Jace want to patrol the coast," came her response as she settled her cup on the table. "It makes me lose sleep, Daemon."
She stood up from her seat, walked towards the open doors of the balcony.
"What if something happens? They aren't ready yet—"
"Mhmm"
She said as he took a long sip from his cup, eyes looking to her over the rim.
"We have quite the backing so far, I would not over think to much, what has you rethinking things?"
A sigh, but not nearly as deep and troubled as her face may have looked like.
She glanced to him, her features softening a bit.
"Mapping? No, merely overthinking and worrying... as always, mostly about the times to come." She replied, letting out an exhale.
He would turn to look at the woman by his side, a brow lifting.
"What is going on in that mind of yours Rhaenyra, you look as though you are mapping something out"
He cocked his brows as she tugged upon his hair, a smirk soon crawling onto his lips as he shook his head.
"Well were you not just about to go entertain some nobles first dear Niece?"
"So you do prefer other ladies over me, uncle"
She narrowed her eyes, leaning up, one hand reaching to give his hair a light tug. Quick to mess it up after his attempt at tidying it.
•☽༻¨:·. ── 𖤐 Ruey 𖤐 ── .·:¨༺☾•
₊‧⁺˖⋆ "It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me.'⋆˖⁺‧₊
𖤐 Targaryen. Rightful Heir. Queen. Princess of Dragonstone. Mother. 𖤐
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She quickly noticed his reaction and smirked, both pleased and amused by it. Just as she'd expected. Heh.
"Am I wrong, uncle? Then perhaps I'll go off and shower some other man with my attention right now."