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.
Events
Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
Updates
AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
Don't hesitate in pestering staff with questions; it's what we're here for! Let's raise a glass and make a cheer toward a successful launch of Winds of Winter.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 16, 2017 4:28:00 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] Knock. Aim. Fire. [break][break] A glint of metal flashed through the heavy air, the razors edge whistling with a cry that the prince shared. Contact with the target sent wood splintering outward. Piercing through an arrow that had already been fired, the shot was perfect. Instinct drove his wet hands from the weeping heavens to the quiver that rested upon his hip. Fingers grasping for padded feathers that were withdrawn from the quiver. [break][break] Knock. Aim. Fire. [break][break] Wet bowstring withstanding the force of Targaryen prince. Drawing back the weapon to its full draw as the nocked arrow was released. Splitting the fresh arrow through the center, the first burrowed even further into the mold of the target. Yet again his fingers lurched for the quicker, pulling forth a dwindling number of arrows. Shifting his elbow back his shoulder braced itself before releasing the string. The bitter sound of his arrows scratched at his ears. [break][break] Knock. Aim. Fire. [break][break] If only it did anything to dull his pain. Guards ordered to stand watched in horror as he drew forth another arrow, drawing the string to the pinnacle of its strength and letting the bolt fly. Split before the target rested the splintered remains of his hand sculpted arrows. The rapid pace and stress peeled back upon his nails. Beads of crimson pooling upon his fingertips as he stained the feathers of his next arrow. [break][break] Knock. Aim. Fire. [break][break] Letting it fly like a dragon through the storm that dwelled over Dragonstone. Painting his bowstring with the scarlet ichor as he felled the target again with his arrow. Fingers begging for arrows upon reaching for the empty quicker, not finding them he did not turn to his armored guards. Never facing them he called out to them, his words an order that could not be defied. [break][break] " Bring me more arrows."[break][break]
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"]"You will do no such thing," the inflexible words of Rhianu Targaryen came from behind the line of guards acting as onlookers to the deterioration of the Targaryen Prince. Her voice carried enough power to pierce through the storm plaguing Dragonstone, challenging any of the guards to voice refusal towards her will. "Leave us." The command rang throughout the surrounding area for the guards to disperse, offering the couple the privacy needed to breach the current predicament. [break][break] Rain poured from the bleak sky above but the Red Sun was unbothered, her skin blazing with an eternal warmth as an ample amount of her body was revealed in her attire of Dornish silks. Her steps brought her closer to Rhaegar while both of their sets of guards retreated to the confinements of Dragonstone; their wary stares undoubtedly watching from the nearest window. A dismayed stare of crimson fixated upon the evidently despondent form of her husband, who had fled from her side the moment they had arrived at the keep to ruminate in the emotions the death of his father spurred. After tending to the twins and their arrangements within the castle, Rhianu set out to locate Rhaegar to offer him the solace he desperately needed. [break][break] "My dragon-heart," the astoundingly tender words passed through the typically corrosive lips of his wife as she loomed behind him and the empty quiver on his back. No one else would dare to approach him in such a manner but the petite woman, who grasped at the bow to pull it gently from his grasp. "I doubt you have even realized that you've broken your skin open," Rhianu softly chided, bending down briefly to gingerly set the bow on the ground. After straightening her form, a few more steps brought the Dornish woman to stand directly before Rhaegar as she obstructed his view of the battered target. [break][break] Only Rhaegar, Ryllan, and Rayna were capable of conjuring the compassionate gaze she adopted when her head tilted back to search for the stare of her beloved. Assured that her stare latched onto his, the woman's tiny hands took hold of Rhaegar's hands to bring them up to her face. Streams of liquid the shade of her eyes trailed down his fingers, the aftermath of his ignorance towards his hands' plea to offer them mercy. Each bloodied digit was pressed against her lips, leaving her mouth marked with the lifeblood that coursed through his body. "Your woes are my woes, but you know this very well. If you are troubled, I beg you to unburden yourself by sharing your desolation with me," Rhianu pled from behind his hand, continuing to place adoring kisses on every inch of the appendage.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 17, 2017 0:22:19 GMT
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[attr="class","jartoxpost"] Padded footsteps chased towards his heels, they did not bear the weight of heavy armor that dressed his guards. How numb had he become in the bitter rain. Ethereal words adored his ears, Rhianu taking the weapon from his battered fingers. Bludgeoned fingers flexing with his blood painting his touch. Stepping around Rhaegar to halt his fury, rubies devoured with concern for her companion. Behaving like this was unbecoming of the Targaryen prince. [break][break] Amethyst united the opulent red orbs, feeling her chiding fingers share warmth with his. Lifting his damaged fingers before her lips and blessing them with her soft lips. Mending the wound of flesh with her kiss as her words stitched back his heart. Pleading for him to share his burden with her. The loss of his father wounded him greatly, the caring man had always taken care of him and in his last years he had only disappointed him. [break][break] Bruised digits escaped the touch of his better half, though they would not keep from her for long. Draping his frigid grasp around his little red sun. Taking a hold of her with all the strength Rhaegar could summon. Burning upon his breast his crippled fingers clutched his beloved. Knowing that she was the cure to the blight that plagued his heart. Though it hurt so god damn much, it was not something that would heal over night. [break][break]
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
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[attr="class","econtent"]She alone would not be able to mend the severe gashes that marred the heart of her dragon-heart. No matter how desperately the woman wished she could pour her adoration into the wounds to sew them shut. Jaehaerys was the man who had granted him life, crafted him into the broken man who stood before her. His time to depart the world had come, deaf to the pleading cries of his kin who yearned for one more day with their father. No, Rhianu did not possess the capability to remedy the crippling pain with her warming rays of light.
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All she could offer to Rhaegar was an endless amount of consolation and unyielding endearment.
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"A good king is still human, Rhaegar. Even if he tends to overlook such a simple fact," Rhianu faintly remarked, the words soft but the meaning meant to weigh heavily on his already weary heart. As his ally, confidant, and lover the Red Sun always aimed to set her husband back on his intended path if he were led astray. The reason did not matter; she was meant to act a beacon of guidance whenever necessary. "Humans are privy to weakness, especially in times of mourning. Your people should understand this the most," the raven haired woman whispered into his chest, searing hands pressed to his chest to remind him of her constant presence.
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Assured that her beloved comprehended her steadfastness, the petite woman delicately disengaged herself from his trembling grasp. If their situation was not overcast with despair, Rhaegar would have undoubtedly chastised Rhianu for leaving her feet bare and unprotected. It was a habit the woman had never been able to shed from her days spent in Dorne. Her deliberate stride guided her towards the target Rhaegar frustratedly fired at, where she bent down to pull one of the splintered arrows out with a firm grasp. A purposeful gaze observed the arrow, turning it over in her grasp to examine the damage it had suffered. "These arrows are crafted from wood, which easily splinters and is shattered. You are not like this arrow, my dragon-heart. You're dragonborn and fire courses through your veins. Nothing, not even this tragedy, will cause you to shatter." Tearing her gaze from the arrow, her impassioned stare was intended to bore into her husband.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 17, 2017 19:38:08 GMT
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Dragonfire swelled within his breast, somber words from his beloved assuring him that a king was all but mortal in the end. Yet Rhaegar knew that a king had to be strong, they could not afford to have a moment of weakness. As the Protector of the Realm, he needed to be foundation of the seven kingdoms that all others rested upon. Rhianu meant well, only wanting to cure him of his dread but her words cut deeper into him then the bolts struck the target. Though her love reached him, knowing that she wanted the father of her children to not be burdened by this. [break][break] Innocent toes dancing in droplets of rain, recovering an arrow from the target Rhianu returned to him. Never ceasing to amaze him with her steadfast words, understanding him better than Rhaegar knew himself. Opulent violet orbs shared his love with the rubies adoring his partners face. What act would happen next would be for her eyes only, as it was an act a king should never do. Humble knees bending to kneel before his Red Sun. Bringing his head down before his beloved little feet. A king bowed to no man but Rhianu was no man. [break][break]
" I do not deserve you nor my children. I am blessed to have your warmth, my little red sun."
[break] Taking her hand from before her and bringing it down to his lips. Pale lips pressed to the top of her hand as he shared his love for her in the courtyard. A longing kiss adored her soft dornish flesh, a trail of crimson would mark his beloved hand. Deciding how she would have to hide it later. Beneath her he felt the weight of the world, the dragon though would not submit. Fate had decided his path years ago, it would not stop now with his fathers passing. [break][break] " We should retreat from the rain my Queen."
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] Before she had arrived in King’s Landings as a Targaryen, no longer a Martell, her concerns never aligned with the political interests between the houses and the entirety of the realm. Knowledge and participation in the game of politics was inevitable, especially if the Red Sun yearned to see her husband thrive in his esteemed position of nobility. Her motives were driven into levels of overwhelming aspiration as of late, given the passing of King Jaehaerys and the unoccupied Iron Throne. The title of queen did not interest her; it would only be viewed as a secondary victory when Rhaegar assumed his rightful position as Protector of the Realm.
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Rhaegar was the Targaryen child most deserving of the claim to the throne. Rhianu would have backed the notion even if he hadn’t taken her hand in marriage twelve years prior. His benevolence, commitment to his men, and aptitude for leadership continually reaffirmed his wife’s beliefs. But this display of humility and adoration managed to stun the Dornish woman, causing jaw to go slack as he bowed before to gaze at her barren feet. She bent at her waist, bowing forward to touch her forehead to top of Rhaegar’s head tenderly. ”It’s quite the opposite, my beloved. Our children and I would be at loss if we didn’t have you in our lives. I am blessed to bask in the flames of your dragonfire, King Rhaegar.” Her words were firm and resolute, conveying to him that the sincerity rain into the core of her being.
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Her ruby stare watched attentively, the corner of her lips turning up into a pleased smile as he marred her skin with scarlet blemishes of passion. Pulling his hand up to her mouth, she returned the favor with a gentle bite placed on the top of his tanned hand. ”It seems as though I will have to change into something with sweeping sleeves when we return to our bedchambers,” she mused softly before gently tugging on Rhaegar’s hand to bring him to stand before her. His was injured by the removal of his father’s life force from the world but for the moment his troubles appeared to be quelled. “Where would you like to seek protection from the rain, Your Grace?” she teased him with the honorific, looking to him expectantly while waiting for an answer.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 18, 2017 17:13:55 GMT
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Intrepid breathes comforted the pale crown of the kneeling Targaryen prince. Words owed themselves to his being, sharing the worth of their children and heart was found within him. Warmth radiating from his Red Sun, returning feeling to his numbed flesh. Though if there was a single being in all of Westeros who needed not to pronounce his title it would be her. With the dornish maiden just his name was enough. Wishing only that Rhaegar could be younger for her, how cruel time had been with a century without her. [break][break] Teasing the prince with a small nibble upon his flesh, returning the heat of his dragon flames to his hand. Returning warmth that had been robbed by the heavens. Begging him to rise with a gentle motion of her hand. Even mocking him playfully with the title earned by birthright. Returning from the ground his arms swept up the floating goddess. Bringing the Red Sun into his breast, if the light burned him so be it. Embracing his betrothed, only she could get beneath his scales and touch him without getting burned. [break][break] Bringing them beneath the protection of the towers of Dragonstone, beyond the sight of guards to their own chamber. Closed doors hiding the drenched couple. Placing Rhianu down upon their sheets, but it was not without contact. Taking a hold of her wrist to keep her attention with his lips meeting hers. A hungry peck upon her lips, pushing the red sun back into the warmth of their sheets. Drawing a breathe after a long exchange with her pale kissers. Fingers tracing her chin with his other hand as he pulled away. Focus of the damage done to his fingers now evident as he lowered his head in shame. [break][break]
" I won't let despair rule my heart ever again, not while I have you, Ryllan and Rayna."
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] She was unable to protest his decision to collect her in his arms, her tiny form nestled against his chest as they retreated from the courtyard. Towering a foot over the Dornish born, her fragile form was no match against the unwavering form of her beloved. A nostalgic smile fell over her lips, causing her to tilt her head to allow Rhaegar to take in the sight of her expression. “I’m reminded of all the times I demanded you carry me like a man carries his betrothed when we were much younger. When our heads belonged to the clouds and our minds soared with the birds,” she commented, her tone fond as she took the occasion to nuzzle against him affectionately.
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The guards remained barricaded from their intimacy with a set of doors firmly shut before them. A holler was all Rhianu needed to rely on to cause the soldiers to burst through the wooden structure that offered them a semblance of privacy. Set atop the sheets of their bed, her attention drew itself to Rhaegar to be met with a set of needy lips. Her own lips pressed hungrily against those of the dragonborn, letting out a content sigh as she fell onto her back to break their drawn-out kiss. To fully enjoy his touch, the Targaryen woman tilted her head towards his hand before shooting him a concerned stare. “You’re soaked to your very core, Rhaegar. Please, I urge to change into something considerably drier.”Nurturing until her last breath, not even the heated caress of their lips could keep the woman from fretting over her husband.
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Rhianu’s glance transformed into a deeply set frown at the notice of his head hanging in overt humiliation. In an instance, her form was erect to allow her to reach out and tug onto the hem of his shirt sleeve to gain his attention. One more gentle pull brought him closer to her, enabling the Red Sun to purse her lips to touch them endearingly against his forehead. “Enough of this wallowing, my dragon-heart. Tell me how I can brighten your mood, please. I am desperate to see a smile find its way onto your face.”
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 19, 2017 0:47:22 GMT
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Tender fingers pulled into the folds of wet cloth that decorated his breast, expressing her love for him through memories of old. Recalling just how foolish they were as children. Never did he imagine that the Red Sun would march up to him with a declaration of her womanhood. Painting his face just as red as her linen. Just how had this woman fallen for him he wondered. Feeling the warmth of her cheek brush upon his breast. Such a sweet summer child, marrying her was the best thing to happen to him. [break][break] " You need do nothing Mother of Dragons, your company is enough." [break][break] Dressing her with their crimson bedding the two shared a moment of bliss, coddling his princess with his touch as her words begged him to rid himself of his drowned attire from the storm. Knowing that illness could catch him in these chambers if he did not cast off these clothes. Discarding the outfit that carried his grief from the wake until he was no more but a bare man. Every contour of his body known by the mother of dragons adoring Rhaegar. [break][break] Up-heaving the crimson bedding beneath Rhianu the prince draped himself in a shroud of cloth. Drying off with the heavy wool upon returning to his beloved. Capturing her beneath a wave of fabric and bringing her upon the scar marked flesh of his chest. Weak fingers protected beneath the countless layers as they sat upon their bed. Enjoying the warmth of his little sun, resting his chin upon her head. The world would burn if anyone dared harm her. [break][break] " If brother sits upon the Iron Throne the Seven Kingdoms will suffer. I need to act Rhianu." [break][break] Confiding into the only woman he could trust.
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] Mother of dragons was a pet title that brought forth an elated smile onto the lips of the Dornish native. Fire did not twine with her blood; scales were never meant to overtake her skin. She was a sand snake, even if the name she now carried boasted of an identity overshadowed by dragons. There were only three scaled beasts in her life: the mourning man before her and the identical offspring they had created. His term of endearment never failed to remind her of the bountiful spoils their unity had brought upon her.
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“It relieves me to hear this, since my company is all I could hope to offer you.”
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Swathed in the scarlet linens, her own fingers worked to unfasten the silks that clung to her body. More than once talk of how her dress was likened to that of a whore eager to please reached her ears. Her usual garb was representative of typical noble attire in the furthest point of the house; the sneering ladies of King’s Landing never seemed to bother themselves with a proper lesson on the varying cultures of the realm. Silks lost among the overabundance of bedding, her exposed form complemented Rhaegar’s once his attention was turned upon his wife once more. A stare of ruby unabashedly surveyed the form of her husband, despite her fingers having run over every inch of his frame.
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He moved swiftly, having dried himself off with a woolen pelt before securing her petite form in an excess of crimson covers. Flesh pressed to flesh, an overwhelming sense of warmth and comfort washed over the pair while they fit their bodies together. Her arm draped over his marred chest since her head rested contently on his shoulder, basking in the sensation that his closeness brought. Rhianu held back a sigh, the weight of his words shattering the delicately serenity they had formed. “Daeron doesn’t have the entire realm rallying behind him because of his unyielding dedication and bravery proven countless times. You’re the Targaryen favored by the people. But I am well aware acquiring the title of king does not come so easily.” Her words did not carry the knowledge weight of a maester, knight, or any soul versed in the art of warfare. But she would never abandon her journey to aid her husband, even if if it were only with the feeble words she cold offer.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 19, 2017 23:10:07 GMT
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Supple curves banished linen from padding the tanned flesh, the form taken by the mother of dragons the one he enjoyed most. Doubting even his flames could scorch the flesh born from the dunes. Conquering her petite frame with the contours of his body, the dragon-lord bound to his spouse. Fingers of hers exploring his chest, yearning for the heart that belonged to Rhianu. Resting his head upon the swollen breasts of his little red sun. Sultry breathes rolling upon her soft flesh, bringing his eyes to a close. [break][break] " I know the knights of Dragonstone would never betray me, but the will of lesser men of the realm would bend the knee to my brothers strength. [break][break]
Hands tickled down the figure of the Targaryen woman, coming to rest upon her belly. Stained blood tracing shapes upon the delicate flesh, until resting fingers happily upon her stomach. Pulling himself up, resting his hips upon hers as the crimson wool dropped from him. Covering his better half, with his chest displayed above his partner. Looking down upon his fiery goddess beneath him, knowing that after today they would not be able to return to the world they knew.
[break][break] I need to find those who will join me to protect the world that has given life to you and my children. Not that of dragon fire and warfare recorded in the tomes of citadel." [break][break] Bringing himself back down to the neck of the dornish native, biting the vulnerable flesh with his loving fangs. Letting her fingers writhe upon him as he stole her breathe. They did not have the company of their children, taking advantage of his beloved. Perhaps the twins would mark this day as they received a younger sibling. The thought expelling a gentle laugh from his lips as he fell into the embrace of his queen. Enjoying her warmth, not wanting to care about the Seven Kingdoms for a single moon.
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] He was troubled. And rightly so.
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Dividing seven kingdoms between three heirs would never occur neatly. Add in the preexisting relations between the seven houses and their reputations of each heir and war was the only outcome that came to Rhianu’s mind. The days ahead of them would be filled with wars waged against fellow dragons, wolves, lions, and any other who chose to oppose the reign of King Rhaegar. The Dornish woman would stand resolutely by her husband’s side, refusing to leave her post even if death were to look her directly in the eye. He was a cause worth dying for and this was the opportune time to convey her unyielding loyalty.
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These concerns couldn’t be soothed, not even with her beloved’s head resting upon her chest. Still, desire began to build within but she resolved to tenderly stroke at his soaked locks of silver instead of pursuing any lustful actions. He seemed to fall into a contented lull, despite the weight of the conversation the couple seemed to be on the verge of breaching. No matter how desperately she wished to indulge in the company of her lover, there were pressing matters that could not be overlooked. “Will the knights of Dragonstone follow you if we need to flee the island?” she delicately inquired, her mind roving over the countless ways he could be thwarted by an enemy.
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The matters at hand were momentarily swept aside as Rhaegar’s hand found their way onto her body. She immediately shivered at the touch, letting a soft sight of satisfaction pass through her lips. Rhianu responded by reaching up, her hands placed firmly on either side of torso to keep him close to her. “We need allies, as many as we can possible bring to our side. The road ahead is going to be plagued with hardships and we cannot fall victim to them. You are the rightful king after all, my dragon-heart,” she purred out the warning to her husband. Her omens were ceased as his met her neck, causing her nails to sink into his flesh as a response. He then lowered himself onto her, allowing her slender arms to wrap around his frame after she swiftly nipped at his jawline. “Are we discussing war tactics or christening this night with a third dragonborn?” Rhianu mewled teasingly into Rhaegar’s ear.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 23, 2017 0:22:54 GMT
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" The royal fleet serve me as they would my father, they would follow me to the ends of the world if I asked them." [break][break] Words shared upon the breast of his companion, understanding just how much Rhianu worried about the realms affairs. Knowing that she would help shape the world that her children lived in, she couldn't just let Rhaegar defend his claim by himself. For that he owed the mother of dragons everything. Conquering her petite frame with her lips desiring her husband to call upon old friends and those who would help him claim the iron throne that belonged to him. [break][break] " The only ally I need is you my little red sun, tomorrow however at the Red Keep, I will find lords and ladies who would see my children sit upon the iron throne. I will protect the peace that my father blessed the seven kingdoms with." [break][break] Laughter escaped his pale lips, the though of a third child had never escaped him. A passionate sigh escaping his lips as he rested upon her figure, this woman was the only princess in all of Westeros that could slay his thoughts and make him nothing more then a feral dragon. Delirious orbs swallowed the sight of the beauty whole, as his fingers explored portions of her that even her servants dare not explore. [break][break] "Think the world can handle a third dragon?" [break][break] What words that would come from the prince would be muddled with their breathless affair. They had already torn away the shackles that displayed their nobility, beneath these sheets they were not prince or princess, not king nor queen. They were Rhaegar and Rhianu, two foolish summer children intertwined with other. Sharing the night with her until his body could move no more. [break][break]
martell by blood, targaryen through wedlock. fiery and unkempt, the red sun will go to any measures to assure her beloved is seated upon the iron throne.
[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] “I would expect no less from them, Rhaegar. It’s still only half the fleet, which can easily be destroyed by someone who considers themselves our enemy.” Her words were not meant to stir up concern within her dragon’s breast, but serve as a point of realism for him and the potential hardships they could face.
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As he laid his head atop her breasts, her nimble fingers stroked through the silver locks that defined him as a Targaryen descendent. He knew that he wouldn’t be facing the tribulations ahead alone, not as long as his wife still possessed the ability to breathe air into her lungs. His battle to the throne would be experienced with her placed directly at his side, prepared to fend off whatever foe challenged his claim as the true king. She found herself arcing her back towards Rhaegar, a notable sigh pulled from her lips as her body tingled with pleasure at each press of his lips upon her flesh.
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“How desperately I wish that you would only need to rely upon my loyalty and love. But that will not assure you the Iron Throne, Rhaegar. No matter how endlessly I pray to the gods. Please, I am assured you will happen across those who are prepared to kneel before you.”
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Once more, all earnest remarks slipped her mind as she was left to solely focus on his lips ravishing the entirety of her body. Hands slipped down to slither around his neck, pressing his form closely to hers to experience the sensation of his flesh against her own. She found herself craning her head to his neck, moving down the length of the elegant curve to mar his skin with tender kisses and tantalizing nips. It wouldn’t be long until the two dissolved into an entanglement of lust, which did not seem like too bad of a fate to the Targaryen woman. “I believe we should attempt to discover the answer to such a question,” she murmured against the crook of his neck, finally lifting her head to mesh her lips ravenously against his own.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Aug 28, 2017 7:03:16 GMT
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" Let us hope I have not made to many enemies my darling-dragon." [break][break] Alliances would shatter and be reforged beneath the banners of the three heirs. Rhianu was right to worry, the realm of warfare was not in their favor. Though each and every man that followed him was loyal and brandished a quality that could not be rivaled by sell-swords and conscripted armies. Fire and Blood was his brothers way, he would not win the throne through battle if he could legitimize his claim elsewhere. [break][break] A conquest of Dorne made beneath the fabric woven between them as his lips explored her little figure. Each words that escaped her lips between pitched breathes remembered by the prince. Hands shackling the woman beneath him with rivets of sweat rolling down his flesh. How easily she stirred the dragonfire within his heart and seed. Thoughts of conquering her and Westeros strangled his thoughts with delerium. [break][break] " We can decide our future tomorrow Rhianu, I promise to let you sit upon my council to ensure my motions are just and right. I believe in us, I know the old gods and the new do as well. Now let the dawn of an era of dragons begin." [break][break] Feverish hands toyed with her for the last of their words as they devoured her strength beneath his. Taking the viper with his own fangs striking the flesh of his beloved. Marking her with a bite upon darkened flesh, never did her allure not drive him to be mad. Control had waned long enough as his hips pushed into hers. Stealing her breathe with such forceful actions upon his partner, how he enjoyed the expressions her weakened lips made in bliss.
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