࣪𓏲ּ ♔ ┊ ❛ 𝕬midst the ruin of his kin and the smoldering lands of the realm, 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 soared on Vhagar's back; his vengeance as relentless as dragonflame and twice as devastating. ❜┊. ࣪ ˖
https://t.co/VZo05D1GUg A friendly reminder not to dictate what people should or should not write. As long as it isn’t inherently problematic or harmful, AU’s can exist within fandoms. It is, in fact, 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
⠀⠀⠀𝕱𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄 those with intelligence so 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 him had worn steadily upon his patience; his dagger tempted cruelty with every shallow breath.
» the ghosts of their kin rise between them, half-formed specters of old sins and older wars, warning of the doom that befalls those who mistake firelight for warmth. Aemond is not a fool. Their families are never at peace. There is no truce, no fragile »
» linger for a fraction too long. “ And you mistake my displeasure. It is not the lateness that offends me, nor the sweetness you bring— “ He pauses, lets the breath between them stretch unbearably thin. Then, softer, more dangerous, nearer: “ It is that you think yourself »
⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒 like a serpent, hissing warnings in the dark. Targaryen blood has ever been a feast for flame, a lineage tangled in ruinous desire, in whispers of uncle and niece, of brother and sister, of lines blurred; »