The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Granddaughter from the Duncan branch, she is not only seen to have tainted blood, but also a tainted personality. Other than beauty and flowers, Taeil doesn't care much about the highborn life.
Post by Taeil Targaryen on Aug 26, 2017 0:22:57 GMT
Beauty is pain, and although Taeil loved the floral dresses and elegant hair dos, she’d rather be mediocre than in pain at the moment. There was too much fabric to deal with, and she might has well have been walking with her bed sheets tied around her. Sitting in the carriage wasn’t any better and with the nagging of Naerys, the loud mouth made sure that the ride was filled with noise.
The complaints were worth it, she guessed, for upon their arrival, Taeil’s eyes were activated, her mind distracted from anything. Restless throughout the speech, the girl wanted to follow her brother away but got caught by her parents to be lead away elsewhere. A pout was given, but the little flame knew enough to stay obedient, at least for the meantime. The three made their way to the designated table, and the girl took her seat beside her mother, for a few seconds.
Rosey irises looked up, straight at the older eyes that were commanding her to be respectful. A momentary stare down, before the little dragon blatantly stood back up and pitter pattered away. Her aunt had even left the table. If an adult had not wished to stay seated, why would an energized youngin like her remain rooted?
Ever since arriving in King’s Landing, she only thought of the exquisite architecture and the rich landscaping, and wandered not towards the crowd but towards the largest flower pot. A love towards flora, Taeil leaned close towards the blossoms that popped from their stems like fireworks. She wanted one, thus her small fingers reached out and plucked one, a marigold, before they reached for a pink camellia also calling the girl's name.
Content with her loot, the blondie scanned through the crowd in search for her brother. Finding Naerys by the refreshments and heading towards the attraction.
One could not ignore the taller individual, however, and as Taeil approached the two, her eyes were on the bigger and older guy, their closest cousin if she remembered correctly.
“Aerys, is it? Where did you get the plate? Are there any left?”
Dropping her gaze back down, the sister presented the two flowers to the younger dragon.
“Look, Naerys! Are these not pretty? Everything here is nice, isn't it?”
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 26, 2017 21:18:06 GMT
"You're too humble, Vaelys. Everyone in King's Landing knows you to be unrivaled when it comes to this sort of fortune. Your makeup and pretty dresses can only make you seem so modest." Aerys said with a grin as they continued to exchange banter with one another. Aerys and Vaelys couldn't be more different. It was a wonder that he and his cousin got along as well as they did, considering their stark contrasts.
One cousin disappeared, but two more came in his stead. Taeil and Naerys Targaryen flanked Aerys at each side as he filled his plate. It had been years since he had seen either of them and the very sight of these two put a wide smile on his face. They, like him, had the blood of a commoner coursing through their veins. Ever since they were brought into this world, Aerys resolved to never let his tainted blood be a sign of weakness and embraced it with a positive attitude so he could act as a role model for their sake. It came as the result of a lecture from his own mother, one day after he had been particularly distraught about the fact he wasn't 'full dragon'. Though it wasn't often, whenever his little cousins were around he made sure to treat them as if he were their older brother.
"Look at you two little monsters. It won't be long before you're terrorizing the seven kingdoms, isn't it?" Aerys said with a laugh as he put his plate in Taeil's hands after presenting her brother with flowers and scooped them both up in his arms. Aerys shifted his position so Naerys was hovering over the lemoncakes and could grab as many as he liked. "It's been awhile since I snuck off to flea bottom for some misadventures of my own. I think you two are old enough to join me. What do you say?" Aerys said with a wicked smirk. He was well aware of his two little cousin's knack for mischief and it wasn't unlike his own. It should be fine as long as he was there with them right?
Post by NAERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 30, 2017 13:31:46 GMT
Momentarily distracted, the child's violet eyes were averted to his sister as she appeared from the crowd. At her beckon he took in the natural splendor of the flowers she plucked. Leaning forwards, part of the way around Aerys' feasting form, the boy sniffed them enjoying the lovely fragrance. Leaning back to the full meager height of his boyhood, he smiled and made a pleasurable noise in the form of a hum. He had to scold his sister however.
''They are lovely, sister, but you should have left them alone.'' Time to quote his extensive reading experience. ''Someone who likes a flower will pluck it. Someone who loves a flower will allow it to grow.'' Good words, but even he only half understood the real meaning behind them. Naerys was smart for an eight year old, but by no means a genius. When their older cousin handed off his plate, he half expected to have one prepared for him as well.
''Wah!'' It startled the boy slightly to be manhandled so. His own parents weren't exactly ones to coddle, especially at his age. His father had already had him learning how to fight. Still after a moment of confusion, he saw what Aerys had done. Smiling with delight, he took a lemon cake in each hand, barely registering the elder Targaryen's words. ''Humf?'' He queried with a full mouth, ''Freah bottuhn?'' And audible gulp came as he scarfed his mouthful down. ''If father finds out we'll get in troooouuubbblle.''
Granddaughter from the Duncan branch, she is not only seen to have tainted blood, but also a tainted personality. Other than beauty and flowers, Taeil doesn't care much about the highborn life.
Post by Taeil Targaryen on Sept 2, 2017 6:49:22 GMT
“Well, I still grow a lot of blooms at home. And what will the flowers do after growing? They will just wilt and darken into a sad crumple. I'm appreciating their beauty. If you don't like them, I'll take them back!”
Of course, her brother would never stop being a bother. There was a point to what the younger tongue was trying to say, but feisty Taeil was too stubborn to admit it. She knew she wasn't very learned, or had any intentions in learning, but she didn't want to be looked down on either.
She was then presented with a delightful display of treats, holding the plate carefully so the contents wouldn't have spilled and turning her pink attention back upwards to the older figure.
“Aren't you the monster here though? You seem pretty tall and scary to meEEAH-”
The two of them hoisted up, the concentration that her hands had were disrupted and half the treats were spilled. One hand desperately tried keeping the dish in check, the other randomly groped for something to hold onto and found a fistful of hair. It had been quite a while since her own parents lifted her feet off the ground, but Aerys was still young and strong, in his prime, the little dragon assumed.
She was in her growing years, and the added height gave quite the view: the tops of everyone's head, circles of white with spots of black and brown here and there. More comfortable with the new seat, the small fist spared their cousin’s scalp further pain and moved to push the remaining delicacies back to the center of the plate.
“I want to go! Father doesn't have to find out, Naerys. Do you not want to visit Flea Bottom?
“Are there adventures there fun, Aerys? I've heard that it's quite a dirty and terrible place, but I've also heard that there's a lot of pretty ladies there.”
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 4, 2017 2:50:28 GMT
The look on their face as they were hoisted up in his arms was priceless. Aerys would have laughed himself had Taeil not grabbed onto his hair. Letting out a small yelp of his own, he tipped over and nearly fell before regaining his balance while still holding his little cousins. His eyes darted to Taeil and whatever frustration he might have held in that split moment disappeared immediately.
"It builds character." Aerys did his best to imitate Aemon's voice before exploding into a fit of laughter. "Don't worry you little monster. Uncle Aemon can't punish me!" He spoke while puffing his chest out. If they got in trouble Aerys would take the blame and shield them from it. It's not like he hadn't done it before. "Listen to your sister, Naerys. We'll have lots of fun!" He gave Taeil a wink as he tried to convince her little brother. The prince began to move from where he stood and Naerys would find that instead of hovering over lemoncakes he was above a large pool of red wine.
"Unless you want to swim in dragon's blood..." Aerys spoke, deepening his voice as it dropped to properly immerse Naerys in the horrors of being dunked into a bowl he would be convinced is dragon's blood.
Post by NAERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 7, 2017 13:27:31 GMT
His sister never appreciated his words. Or any words. Maybe if she read more… With Aerys' distraction he didn't have time to be bitter about his sister. She was keen to go along with whatever mischief the older Targaryen had in mind. How had he even become as well behaved as he had with her around as a bad influence? He frowned at the impression of his father and the comment that he couldn't be punished stung for some reason he couldn't figure out.
''Who in their right mind would bleed a precious dragon?'' The boy asked at his relative's threat. He had never seen a live dragon and the thought of someone killing one for party punch brought a sorrowful inflection to his young tone. Of course the beverage wasn't dragon's blood. He was eight, not four, it just wasn't a very funny joke. He was sure if he was dipped both Aerys' father and his own would have some words for the young man no matter how immune he thought himself.
''Won't we get fleas if we go to Flea Bottom?'' Of course he knew that it was named for the dregs and the small folk who lived there, but it had to be dirty if it was named after a bug ridden ass. Naerys hated filth. Getting a little dirty in the garden was one thing, but fleas? Lice? Bed bugs? Forget all that. ''If we get lice down there you have to cut off all your hair too.'' Those were the boy's conditions for his attendance. Fair was fair.
Granddaughter from the Duncan branch, she is not only seen to have tainted blood, but also a tainted personality. Other than beauty and flowers, Taeil doesn't care much about the highborn life.
Post by Taeil Targaryen on Sept 9, 2017 1:52:35 GMT
A sudden impression came out from next to her, and rosey irises darted over to the speaker. A smirk on her face, for the attempt was quite similar and a short chuckle spilled out. Her brother had always been obedient while she didn’t think once about punishments. Rowdy enough at home, just another mischief wouldn’t hurt her long list of wrongs.
Although, she wasn’t a fan of seeing Naerys dunked head first and tightened her grip on their cousin when the locks of white came close to the bowl of violet stain.
“Aerys, don’t drop my brother! We wont be able to go if he has to go back to his quarters to clean himself!”
The dirt and grime was the sole factor keeping the girl just slightly hesitant from visiting, but the last proposal had rejuvenated her desires. The idea was just getting better and better in her head, to the point where her reactive movements almost had the gal toppling over. Not used to perching on another’s hold, Taeil’s restlessness was hard to manage when her balance also had to be considered.
“Does that not make you want to go even more, Naerys? You can just wash the bugs out, can’t you? If it means that we get to see Aerys balded, I wouldn’t mind getting just a bit dirty. What do you think he’ll look like with no hair?”
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Sept 15, 2017 1:05:30 GMT
Naerys's head grew closer and closer to the bowl of wine until the sound of reason from Taeil reached Aerys. "Good thinking, little monster." Aerys said with a chuckle as he pulled Naerys back and away from the bowl. He let the children down onto their feet now, his hands ruffling their hair as they found their footing.
"There won't be fleas. Not literally, anyways." Aerys said with a bellowed laughter. To a Prince and Princess the denizens of Flea Bottom may as well have been fleas. Something told Aerys that the tainted children of Duncan Targaryen's seed wouldn't be as stuck up as the rest of Aerys's cousins. His hand slid from their head to the top of their backs, giving the two children a gentle shove away from the table and towards their parents.
"Go now. Let Uncle Aemon know I'll be taking you two sight seeing from the Red Keep soon. After you two have eaten a proper meal, of course." Aerys gave a nod and ushered them away. Realizing he handed his plate of sweets to Taeil, Aerys quickly filled another one and began to look back at the rest of the party.
It had been a long time since Aerys saw so many familiar faces. It put a smile on his.
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