‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊.

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[ً. @abhorarchive]

sometimes i think that i am destined to do nothing on this earth but burn. maybe i'll exist in ashes. maybe i'll set the world on fire.

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

— must be made to suffer alongside her. Blood of her blood, and all that.

With mischief in her eyes, her hand traces a path from elbow to shoulder, before a hearty shove is made.

“ Oh no! Sorry, my love, did I wake you?! ”

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

A hush descends upon their ancestral home, dragons and men alike finding peace in rest.

If only she, too, were so easily swayed, but on this eve sleep evades her; tumultuous dreams threaten to return should she fall victim to slumber.

So, naturally, @ascenwars —

[𝖒𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝖉𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 @daeremiros]

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[𓁹 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𐬺 @kipagon]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀𓁹 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄⠀.⠀

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[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

Every movement is calculated, weighed up with frantic thoughts of vengeance and fire, and, beneath it all, a salve to the burn of her fury… But to give it a name would be to grant it power.

‘I should not have come here. 𝑌𝑜𝑢…”

An invisible string, somewhere, is pulled taut.

[𝖖𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. @hightowering]

⠀⠀⠀𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 heaviness clings to the air, dense with wordless truths, a 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 flame smoldering just out of reach. It burns, unseen yet profoundly felt, as @conquerorsbraid bridges what scarce distance remains.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝓛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕. @crownoftheashes]

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[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

@hightowerborn || I love YOU! It’s incredible, you’re incredible ♥️

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

|| can’t stop looking at my header and noticing new details each time and the lyrics and nyra standing in front of syrax and then the bold shadow in the middle with the weight of the prophecy on her shoulders and just… wow.

[𝖖𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. @hightowering]

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[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

@hightowering A lifetime ago, the touch would be welcomed. Reciprocated, even, fingers entwined with a promise of safety.

Now, she acts with haste to break the connection, stubborn jaw set, lilac eyes burning with unshed tears.

“What more could you possibly 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 from me?”

[𝖖𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. @hightowering]

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[ً. @abhorarchive]

my father tells me that i'm too loud but he hasn't yet figured out that i inherited it from him, that some traits were passed down to his daughters even though he wanted to see them in sons.

[ً. @abhorarchive]

my father tells me that i'm too loud but he hasn't yet figured out that i inherited it from him, that some traits were passed down to his daughters even though he wanted to see them in sons.

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

@DRAGONSKlN — arrangement of floral bloom, which could only be from one.

he’s home, she thinks, and basks in how it feels to have a part of her so close to her once again.

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

@DRAGONSKlN cursing her father and her septa in equal measure, she laments another hour spent learning of long dead kings and queens when she 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 be dragonriding.

her spirits are lifted by the time she has slammed the door and turned on her heel, however, as she’s met with an —

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

Who, no fault of her own, has found herself trapped in dour conversation with one of the high lords who served her father.

A flash of lilac, a pleading glance towards a head of auburn, which glows like fire in the reflected sunlight from the windows of the great hall.

[𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 @hightowerborn]

⠀⠀𝑨 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 silver-haired princess, @conquerorsbraid, she 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 in her silent wandering.

[‘𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 . . . @conquerorsbraid]

@hightowerborn queens of their own private domain; equal rulers of a small, oh so 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 sweet kingdom. nimble digits wander from alicent’s wrist to her hand, tickling her palm with a ghost of a touch before entwining their fingers together.

“gods, i wonder… was it arryk or erryk?”