[RPG • 100] House of the Dragon| Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Map of King's Landing

Storyline

King's Landing is sinds Aegon's Verovering het centrum van de macht in Westeros. De jonge Targaryen koning Aegon the Conqueror veroverde Westeros samen met zijn queen-sisters en hun draken. Nu heersen zij vanuit de hoofdstad over het continent. Aan het hof van de Targaryen's verblijven de machtigste adelijken van het land, samen met hun hofhouding.

Nu, één jaar na de verovering van heel Westeros, is de grote zaal van de Red Keep rijk versierd met Targaryen-banners, drakenmotieven en weelderige bloemstukken. De zaal wordt gevuld met muziek terwijl adellijke families samenkomen om de eenwording van Westeros onder Targaryen-heerschappij te vieren. Ter ere van het éénjarig jubileum van Aegon's Verovering wordt een debutantenbal georganiseerd. Dit bal dient als een gelegenheid om huwbare edelen te presenteren voor potentiële huwelijken, waarmee allianties worden gesmeed en de stabiliteit van het nieuwe rijk wordt versterkt.

Regels van het Hof

Deze regels helpen om de orde, respect en veiligheid binnen het Targaryen hof te handhaven en zorgen ervoor dat het hofleven soepel en volgens protocol verloopt:

Basisinformatie

Deze RPG speelt zich af aan het hof in King's Landing, ongeveer 300 jaar voor de gebeurtenissen in "House of the Dragon".

Situatie voor Aegon's Vervovering - De Zeven Regerende Families

Vóór Aegon's Verovering (ook bekend als Aegon's Conquest) waren er verschillende grote huizen die over de Zeven Koninkrijken van Westeros heersten. Elke regio had zijn eigen heersende huis:

• Kingdom of the North (Het Noorden) - Het Huis Stark regeerde als koningen van het Noorden vanuit Winterfell.
• Kingdom of the Mountain and the Vale (De Vale) - Het Huis Arryn heerste over de Vale van Arryn.
• Kingdom of the Isles and Rivers (De Rivierenlanden) - Het Huis Hoare (House Hoare) regeerde over de Rivierenlanden vanuit Harrenhal.
• Kingdom of the Rock (De Westlanden) - Het Huis Lannister was het heersende huis in de Westlanden vanuit Casterly Rock.
• Kingdom of the Stormlands (De Stormlanden) - Het Huis Durrandon regeerde over de Stormlanden vanuit Storm's End.
• Kingdom of the Reach (Het Bereik) - Het Huis Gardener was de heersende dynastie in het Bereik vanuit Highgarden.
• Princedom of Dorne (Dorne) - Dorne werd geregeerd door verschillende vorstenhuizen, zoals het Huis Martell vanuit Sunspear.

Situatie na Aegon's Vervovering - Targaryen heerschappij

Na Aegon's Conquest waren er geen onafhankelijke koningen meer in de Zeven Koninkrijken van Westeros. Na Aegon's Conquest werden alle eerdere koninkrijken verenigd onder de heerschappij van de Targaryens. De titels van koning werden afgeschaft voor alle regionale heersers behalve voor de koning op de IJzeren Troon, dat is Aegon momenteel. Hij heert samen met zijn twee sisterqueens Visenya and Rhaenys. ~~Ja ze zijn siblings en met elkaar getrouwd.~~ De oude regionale heersers dienden als leenmannen van de Targaryen-koningen. De belangrijkste leenmannen van Aegon de Veroveraar waren:

• House Stark - Lords van Winterfell en het Noorden.
• House Arryn - Lords van de Vale van Arryn.
• House Lannister - Lords van Casterly Rock en de Westlanden.
• House Baratheon - Lords van Storm's End en de Stormlanden.
• House Gardener - Lords van Highgarden en het Bereik (voor hun ondergang in de Field of Fire).
• House Martell - Lords van Sunspear en Dorne (na hun vredige overgave).

Deze huizen, samen met andere regionale heersers, erkenden Aegon als hun koning nadat hij met zijn draken en legers Westeros had veroverd. Ze behielden een mate van autonomie in hun respectievelijke regio's, maar waren verplicht om Aegon te dienen en belastingen en troepen bij te dragen wanneer dat nodig was.

Personages

Rollen kunnen een highborn of een lowborn inwoner van King's Landing zijn. Ze kunnen zowel uit Westeros als Essos afkomstig zijn, al zullen de meeste leden van het hof afkomstig zijn uit Westeros.

High borns

Als hooggeborene ben je een lid van de adel en speel je een belangrijke rol aan het hof. Je kan een lid zijn van de Targaryen familie of een van de andere adelijke families in Westeros. Je kunt, maar dat hoeft niet, een van de volgende posities bekleden:

• ~~Hand van de Koning~~ - De belangrijkste adviseur en rechterhand van de koning, beheert de dagelijkse zaken van het koninkrijk.
• ~~Meester van de Wetten~~ - Toezicht op de handhaving van wetten en het beheer van gerechtigheid.
• Meester van de Munt - Beheert de financiën en schatkist van het koninkrijk, zorgt voor economische stabiliteit.
• Meester van Schepen - Verantwoordelijk voor de koninklijke marine en de verdediging van de kustlijnen van het koninkrijk.
• ~~Meester van Whisperers~~ - Verantwoordelijk voor inlichtingen en spionage, verzamelt informatie ter bescherming van het rijk.
• Lord Commander van de Kingsguard - Leidt de elite Kingsguard, zorgt voor de veiligheid van de koninklijke familie.
• Hoge Septoon - De hoogste religieuze figuur, biedt spirituele leiding en houdt toezicht op religieuze ceremonies.
• Warden - Adellijke heren die verantwoordelijk zijn voor de veiligheid en het beheer van specifieke regio's (~~Noord~~, Oost, Zuid, West).
• Hofdames - Adellijke vrouwen die de koningin en prinsessen dienen, hen assisteren met verschillende taken en gezelschap bieden.

Invullijstje High borns

Low borns

De Low borns werken aan het hof. Zij zijn niet afkomstig uit een adellijke familie, maar kunnen wel bastaarden van die families zijn. Alle low borns in de rpg moeten een baan hebben aan het hof, deze banen zijn :

• Drakenhouders - Verzorgen en beheren de draken van de Targaryens. [2/2]
• Rentmeesters - Verantwoordelijk voor het beheer van het huishouden, het toezicht op de voorraden en het coördineren van dagelijkse activiteiten. [0/2]
• Kamermeisjes/Kamerdienaars - Verzorging van de persoonlijke behoeften van edelen, zoals het schoonmaken van kamers, het voorbereiden van kleding en helpen met aankleden. [1/2]
• Keukenpersoneel - Koks, bakkers en assistenten die maaltijden bereiden voor het hof. [0/2]
• Staljongens - Verzorgen de paarden en onderhouden de stallen, zorgen ervoor dat de rijdieren klaar zijn voor reizen en evenementen. [0/2]
• Wachters/Schutters - Zorgen voor de beveiliging van het kasteel en zijn inwoners, bewaken ingangen en patrouilleren over het terrein. [0/2]
• Boodschappers/Koeriers - Brengen berichten binnen het kasteel en naar nabijgelegen locaties, zorgen voor soepele communicatie. [0/2]
• Entertainers - Muzikanten, dansers en narren die optreden voor het hof tijdens evenementen en bijeenkomsten. [1/2]

Invullijstje Low borns

Rollen

Highborns
- Visenya Targaryen| F | House Targaryen | Master of Laws | 22 | Faceclaim | ziggystardust
- Valerion Targaryen| M | House Targaryen | The Spare Prince of the Seven Kingdoms | 22 | Faceclaim | ziggystardust
- Aelor Targaryen| M | House Targaryen | The Spare Prince of the Seven Kingdoms | 24 | Faceclaim | Hennessy
- Domeric Bolton| M | House Bolton | 33 | Aaron Taylor Johnson| ziggystardust
- Cedrick Stark| M | House Stark | 30 | Warden of the North | Faceclaim | lustforlife
- Celia Lannister| F | House Lannister | 21 | Sydney Sweeney| lustforlife
- ~~Qhomir Hoare~~ Aeron Greyjoy | M | House Greyjoy | 31 | Manny Jacinto | Hennessy
- Nashayana Hightower| F | House Hightower | 22 | FC| albono
- Haelle Bolton ~~Manderly~~| F | House Bolton | 25 | FC| albono
- NAME HOUSE| F/M | House Frey| 00 | FC| lustforlife
- NAME HOUSE| F/M| House Umber | 00 | FC| ziggystardust

Lowborns
- Lethia| F | Court Musician| Aubri Ibrag| albono
- Kiren 'Ren' Celtigar Waters | F | Bastard of House Celtigar | Dragonkeeper | 23 | Mia Goth| Hennessy
- Rhaegar Waters| M | Bastard of House Targaryen | 24 | Faceclaim | albono
- Pyotr Baelish| M | House Baelish| 25 | FC| ziggystardust

Inactief
- Emrys Dayne | T | House Dayne | 29 | Vico Ortiz | Hennessy
- Doran Sand| M | Bastard from Dorne | Damiano David| ziggystardust
- Nehemia Martell| F | House Martell | 20 | Bruna Marquezine| captainlee

Timeline of Westeros

Relationships

-31 AC
• Birth of Domeric Bolton

-30 AC
• Birth of Cedrick Stark
• Birth of Qhomir Hoare

-26 AC
• Birth of Pyotr Baelish

-24 AC
• Birth of Haelle Manderly
• Birth of Ylva of the Snowshade

-23 AC
• Birth of Rhaegar (bastard of house Targaryen and house Velaryon )
• Birth of Aelor and Elaena Targaryen
• Birth of Lethia Solani
• Birth of Sivga Umber

-22 AC
• Birth of Kiren Waters ( Bastard of House Celtigar of Claw Isle)

-21 AC
• Birth of Visenya Targaryen
• Birth of Valerion Targaryen
• Birth of Nashayana Hightower
• Birth of Serra Frey

-20 AC
• The Targaryen Conquest of Westeros Begins[/b]: Aegon I Targaryen, along with his sisters Rhaenys and Visenya, begins his campaign to conquer the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. The Targaryen dynasty’s control of the Iron Throne will be established through this conquest, which includes battles, diplomacy, and strategic marriages.
• Birth of Celia Lannister

-19 AC
• Rhaegar claims a dragon (age 4)

-16 AC
• Qhomir gets a new name, Aeron.

-15 AC
• The Fall of House Gardener and the First Battle of the Conquest: The Targaryens defeat House Gardener of the Reach at the Battle of the Field of Fire. This battle marks a significant victory, and House Gardener falls, with the Reach being incorporated into Targaryen rule.

-14 AC
• Kiren moves to Dragonstone

-10 AC
• The Conquest Continues: The Targaryen forces continue their conquest, facing resistance from various houses, including House Stark and House Arryn. However, the Targaryens’ superior forces and dragons give them a significant advantage.

-9
• Pyotr enrolled in the Citadel.

- 6 AC
• Engagement Elaena (17) and Valerion (15) Targaryen
• Kiren (17) and Eleana (17) make plans to run away together.
• Princess Elaena’s death
• Marriage between Haelle and Domeric Bolton

-5 AC
• The Unification of the Seven Kingdoms: After multiple battles and strategic marriages, Aegon the Conqueror successfully unites the Seven Kingdoms under his rule, establishing the Targaryen dynasty on the Iron Throne.
-4 AC
• Celia’s fiancée, the heir of House Durrandon is killed by Orys Baratheon him during the conquest and took over the Storm Lands.

-3 AC
• Death of Lord Baelish
• Serra got engaged to Othgar Hoare
• Cedrick became Lord of Winterfell. His family was murderd by House Bolton ( Torrhen, Brannon and Cregan) were killed.
-2 AC
• the entire Hoare-family was murdered after Lord Harren refused to bend the knee. Aegon burned them all by flying over Harrenhal with his dragon. (Qhomir’s family and Serra’s fiancée die)
• Haelle gets abducted.

-1 AC
• Pyotr joined the Kings Guard
• Maisie, daughter of Haelle, is born.

0 AC
• Aegon I’s Coronation: Aegon I Targaryen is crowned as the first King of the Seven Kingdoms at a grand ceremony in Oldtown, marking the official beginning of Targaryen rule in Westeros. The Seven Kingdoms are now united under the Iron Throne.
• Letha moved to King’s Landing

1 AC - Current year
• Targaryen Reign Solidified: Following his coronation, Aegon consolidates his rule and begins the rebuilding of the realm. The Iron Throne becomes a symbol of his authority, and his rule marks the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty’s long reign over Westeros.

Regels van de RPG

• Het woordenminimum is 100 woorden.
• De huisregels van Quizlet en daarbij in het bijzonder het RPG-forum gelden uiteraard ook hier.
• 16+ is toegestaan, maar gelieve hier wel voor te waarschuwen zodat anderen het kunnen mijden als zij het liever niet lezen.
• Bespreek gevoelige onderwerpen op voorhand met je schrijfpartner.
• Als eternalsunshine niet online is, maakt de laatste die reageert een nieuw topic.
• Maximaal 3 characters per schrijver.
• Als ik 21 dagen niets van je hoor, stuur ik je een reminder PB.
• Als je 45 dagen niets post, wordt je char opgeofferd in een blood sacrifice.
• Reserveringen blijven 10 dagen staan.

When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.
One side greatness, the other madness.

[ bericht aangepast op 13 april 2025 - 21:14 ]

We'll pick lilacs and daisies and weave them through our hair

27 april 2025 - 14:12 lustforlife is offline

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_{_{CEDRICK STARK}}
THE WILD WOLF

Lord of Winterfell • Warden of the North • 30 • with Sivga • at the feast table in the torchlit halls

"I ask, my Lord, because I like to know which ones I shouldn’t offend.” Cedrick hummed. He wished he had known who he shouldn't offend back in the day. It certainly would've made his life a lot easier. Suddenly, the sound of metal clattering on the stone floor was echoing through the Pit. Cedrick Starks attention was drawn towards Visenya Targaryen, who had dropped her goblet of wine. A servant girl he hadn't even noticed standing in the Pit shot through the crowd. Something small and golden was tucked into her arms. He recognized her. From the war. As fast as lightning she bolted. Valerion Targaryen chased after her. Some more men of the Kingsguard followed. Cedrick frowned. What was going on?
“What do you think that was?” Sivga asked. “Runaway bride? Caught thief? Or just someone too soft to stomach the smell of dragon piss and gold?” His friend laughed, but Cedrick was too focused on the Pit to really register what she said. His eyes narrowed on the dragon eggs laying in the fire.
One.
Two.
His eyes widened at the sight of the third egg.
It was cracked open. There was no dragon.
Could it be? Did that girl? In the dragons lair?
Something awakened inside the Stark. A flicker of hope long lost sparked in his chest. It was dangerous to let it in. To even think about it.
He couldn't help it. The action had brought up a thought he now couldn't push away. A solution to an unsolvable riddle.
"Do you happen to know the name of the runaway?” Sivga's voice pulled him back to reality. Cedrick digged deep in his memory.
"I believe she's named something along the lines of Ren," Cedrick spoke plainly. "I met her once during the war." His eyes flew back to the fire sea in which she had escaped. "I remember her as a nice girl. It's a shame we won't be seeing her around no more."
He sighed. As much as he hoped the girl would make it out of Kings Landing alive, it would be idle hope to think she could outrun all of the city guard and Kingsguard that was after her. Even if she made it out alive, the Targaryens would hunt her down on their grown dragons no doubt. They couldn't allow this.
"More people would come knocking at their gates to claim their power for themselves." Cedrick spoke softly to himself. "It would be seen as weakness to show that girl unprecedented Targaryen mercy."
Cedrick grabbed his goblet of beer and drank.
A secret celebration to his newfound thoughts.
An unnoticable toast of honour to Ren, who sadly wouldn't see another day.
A crack in one of the dragons eggs.
A crack in the Targaryen dynasty.
It was a pity for Ren.
But a demonstration to Westeros that even the silverhaired dragonlords could be outsmarted.

THE NORTH REMEMBERS

[ bericht aangepast op 27 april 2025 - 14:16 ]

let the fears you have fall away

29 april 2025 - 1:56 lustforlife is offline

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_{_{CELIA LANNISTER}}
THE LION'S PRIDE

Lady Celia Lannister of Casterly Rock • The Golden Daughter • 22 • in a crimson red gown with details of gold • with Qhomir • in the dragonpit

Draped in crimson red and lion gold Celia Lannister had worked the torchlit hall. She had spent the afternoon charming the Lords and Ladies present. She laughed at their jokes. Complimented their dresses. Smiled at their lustful glances. Listened dutiful to their tiresome stories. All with ease.
When the evening sky turned into a canvas of deep orange and purple Celia turned impatient. For a while now, she was set on initiating a conversation with one of the Targaryen siblings. However, everytime she looked around, the hosts were already engaged. Celia wasn't one to scramble for attention and so, she waited. Her moment would come.
As if the Gods had heard her hearts desire, chaos erupted.
A newborn golden dragon, no larger than a hand, was stolen.
It was perfect.
Her eyes flew across the Pit.
Prince Valerion was gone.
Prince Aelor still stood next to that unbearable redhead. But princess Visenya was alone.
Celia could see the scene playing out before her eyes.
Princess Visenya devastated, rightfully so, by the shocking theft. Left alone by the nobles, who struggled to find the right approach.
Consoled by her. Celia Lannister. Her loyal friend, who would be right beside her when things went wrong.
She saw the situation for what it was.
An opening to show her allegiance to House Targaryen once again.
A moment for House Lannister to stand out.
A moment for Celia not to talk about what kind of friend she could be, but to show what kind of friend she was. Without hesitation she aimed for the Pit.
She needed to be the first who spoke comforting words to the princess.

Unexpectedly, she was pulled back. Softly, but urgently someone had grabbed her arm. She turned around like a snake ready to attack. It were Aeron Greyjoys black eyes she met. ''I would advise you to not, jump into Targaryen business.'' He spoke softly. How come she had never met this man before and now he seemed to be everywhere she was. It was him who should be minding his own business.
"Unlike them, you are not resistant to dragon fire.''
Celia slowly pulled her arm out of his touch.
"I'm more than aware of that, my Lord," She smiled tightly.
Her eyes found Visenya again. The princess wasn't alone anymore.
Her window to act on was gone. Her chance to manipulate the chaos vanished.
Celia masked her annoyance.
"Two weeks at Court and you've developed yourself as quite the adviser, Lord Greyjoy. Should the Hand of the King be afraid?" She smiled sweetly, as she didn't expect a real answer.
Her eyes fell on his black and golden pin.
A menacing kraken. The sigil of House Greyjoy.
"It suits you," Celia allowed herself to trace down the tentacles twisting around each other at the top. Surely, that shouldn't be a problem, as he had taken the liberty to invade her personal space first. She withdrew her fingers mere seconds later.
"Such a shame you didn't wear it sooner."

HEAR ME ROAR

[ bericht aangepast op 29 april 2025 - 2:02 ]

let the fears you have fall away

29 april 2025 - 17:03 Kestis is offline

Kestis 12351

TARGARYEN
^{^{^{^AELOR}}}
^{^{the cruel}}
24 ⚜ Prince of the Seven Kingdoms ⚜ With Lethia

Aelor did not enjoy Lethia's haughty attitude. The fact she hadn't greeted him with a courtesy also hadn't gone unnoticed. His eyes turned into slits and the smile dropped from his face. He felt angry hotness creep up his neck.
If she noticed, she wasn't showing it. Instead, Lethia turned around and called over a nursemaid, asking her to take over the care of the little princess. Aelor stopped the woman mid motion by grabbing her wrist. She startled. He did not look at her.
''I so enjoy spending time with my little cousin,'' he said coldly, looking at Lethia instead. The woman nodded, let go of the little girl's hand and took a few steps backwards again. If anyone were to dismiss anyone, it would be Aelor. Not Lethia. A servant. Untitled. Favored by Visenya for a reason unknown to him. He had offered himself to her, years ago. She'd denied him. He wouldn't forget that soon.
''One cannot help to have loyalty to Visenya, don’t you think so? She is one of the better things that could happen to Westeros,'' Lethia spoke. Aelor paused before replying.
''The best,'' he corrected her. The corners of his mouth curled up into a small smile again. He was still holding Saenys' hand, who had begun to cry. Aelor crouched down next to the little girl and softly stroked her hair. He pulled her closer, shushing her. She stopped crying after a minute, but he felt the girl push away from him lightly.
''Don't cry,'' he said to Saenys, and winked. ''Visenya will not like it if you cry at her party.'' The little girl sniffled. Her face was tearstained and a huge booger blew out of her nose. Aelor squeezed her shoulders one last time, then motioned to the nursemaid again to come closer. The woman took the little girl away.
Aelor got up again and took a stoic stance next to Lethia. Power. His eyes drifted around the room. He saw Celia, on the other side, and his heart beat at little faster at the sight of her. He had missed her.
''There is another little wonder made of fire,'' Lethia spoke. He followed her gaze to the dragon eggs in the center of the room. He hadn't heard it, but an egg must've cracked, because Visenya's eyes flicked towards Valerion immediately. And the other two - Rhaegar and the dragonkeeper girl - stood like statues. Aelor couldn't help but bark out a laugh.
Did Visenya really think Valerion would finally claim a dragon? Aelor had joked about it a lot, but he didn't actually think it would still happen. He wasn't going to let it happen.
Just as Aelor was about to turn, to grab Saenys again, to push her forward towards the dragon, something happened. The servant girl started running. The dragon in the pit was gone. And so was Valerion. It all happened very quick. He saw Visenya order the guards to go after her, and then came the outcries and the startlement from the guests. What about the other eggs?
Aelor pushed Saenys back into Lethia's arms. The little girl was crying again. ''Go to Visenya,'' he barked, then went after Valerion and the thief.

kindness is never a burden.

29 april 2025 - 17:35 Kestis is offline

Kestis 12351

kiren
wendwater
23 ✧ Dragonkeeper ✧ Running from Valerion

She didn't get far before they caught up to her. One flight of stairs and a corridor to be exact. She should be thankful it was prince Valerion who found her first, and not prince Aelor the cruel. And yet her heart was racing like it was about to burst out of her chest. It was stupid to run, of course. She knew that. She'd known it before she'd even taken her first step. She was small, with short legs. Where Rhaegar took one step, she had to take two. But she was agile, and she knew the Dragon Pit better than anyone. And all she could think about was this little hot creature in her hands, and how it was hers and she's rather die than let them take it from her.
So she had tried. At least, she'd tried. Elaena would be proud of her for that.
Two guards were holding her at her biceps, not too tightly as she was still cradling the dragon close to her chest. Prince Valerion appeared in front of her.
''You.'' He looked angry, as was expected. He didn't have a dragon. He was the only one, as far as Ren was aware. She didn't need to be a genius to figure out what he might be thinking now. That she stole his dragon. Except he was wrong.
''You traitor. You think you can take what belongs to me?'' He was standing so close, she could feel his spit on her face. ''I will have your head for this.''
For the first time in her life, she raised her chin high, and looked him straight in the eye. Her entire body was trembling. She could feel her heart beat in her ears. ''She belongs to me,'' Ren replied matter-of-factly. ''She's mine.''
She thought about an escape route. She'd need a miracle to make it out of the Pit alive, and even then, she still wasn't anywhere safe. She'd have to flee the city. Flee Westeros entirely. They'd never let her get away with this. And yet. ''I will not let you take her.''
Ren got ready for what was to happen next. A physical struggle for the dragon, maybe. A punch or straight up getting stabbed right there and then. She braced herself for anything.
And then...
''Stop!'' A loud voice booming through the corridor. Gods, help us.
Like an angry bull, prince Aelor Targaryen moved down the corridor. ''Kill her,'' he ordered and Ren felt her heart sink in her chest. But for a split second, just a moment, the guards seemed to falter and their grip on her loosened. Maybe it was the fact they didn't know whose orders to follow now. Or if killing her was actually necessary. But Ren bolted again. She pushed the guards in both their sides, turned around and ran as fast as she physically could. And this time she wasn't going to let them cut her of.
She zigzagged through corridors and narrow passages. Through little holes dogs barely fit through and exits meant for servants and vermin. She could hear guards behind her the entire time. They were close. But then she made it outside, through one of the small side entrances. Her throat was dry and screaming, the dragon was yelping loudly but she didn't stop. She kept running through the streets - pushing people out of her way, dodging swaying drunkards, jumping over barrels.
She reached the harbour. The city's festivities hadn't reached the seashores. Silence washed over her as she dropped on her knees on the cobblestones. She took a moment to catch her breath. Then she put the dragon down. The little creature squawked at her, cocking it head left and right.
Choose me, she thought. Officially. She was begging the creature with her mind to come closer. Please.
And then the dragon crawled up her lap and nestled itself in her ragged dress. And Ren just started crying.

kindness is never a burden.

8 mei 2025 - 16:26 sakamoto_ is offline

sakamoto_ 1312

_{_YLVA}
𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞

wildling • 23 • with cedrick and sivga • in the dragonpit

The dragon pit was haunted by screams of ghosts. Ylva was the only one that seemed to notice . One of the old maesters had told her that the pit was build by slaves and that many of them died during it. She did not understand how people could bear to be in it. So much for the new rulers of the south. All the while her insides were melting. She had never felt this hot in her life before. It was unbearable, her cheeks flushed from the heat.
And then the other screams began, the ones that everyone heard. First, a little shriek from a newly born dragon. Then louder ones, when someone grabbed something from the fire and ran off. The entitled, drunken prince that she was supposed to watch ran after her. Dantis’d want her to go after Valarion. She was distracted by something else.
Mara. Her old wolfhound. In the chaos, Mara throthed over to her again. She had grown much since Ylva last saw her. She scratched the wolf behind her ears. “You are a far way from home.” Just like the girl she had given Mara to, some years ago, north of The Wall. Sivga did not seem like the type to wander this far south. Then, Ylva had never expected herself to do so either. “Let’s bring you back.” She whistled softly and Mara’s ears perked up, following her instantly.

Sivga was seated next to a blonde man, one that wasn’t dressed in ridiculous finery like the rest of them were. If Sivga was so friendly with him, probably what they'd consider as a 'Northener'.
“I believe this one belongs to you.” Mara patted over to Sivga, only to bounce back to Ylva. Would’ve knocked her over, if it weren’t for Ylva’s years of practice. She smiled fondly and kneeled down, allowing Mara to lick her face.
“It seems like an odd thing, to keep creatures that are meant to soar in the sky in a cave, don’t you think?” Ylva pondered.

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𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶

house manderly • 25 * with domeric • in the dragonpit

He did not reply directly to her question. His only answer were his white, clenched fists. She had hit a nerve. He stood up, something which normally would’ve gathered attention, but the entire crowd’s attention was focussed elsewhere. Well, everyone’s but theirs.
“Guards.”
Two men stepped forward with mechanical precision, their red-and-black cloaks brushing the stone floor.
“Send a raven to the Dreadfort. Tell Lord Bolton that he’s now a grandfather. That he should consider traveling to King’s Landing... soon. To meet his granddaughter. And to welcome his daughter-in-law back into the family. Lady Bolton is clearly tired. The recent trauma of her abduction… has overwhelmed her.” His cold gaze shifted towards her. “She should be escorted back to my quarters soon. And not left out of sight. Keep her in her seat. I’m going to get my daughter.” Not his. Still the doubt if she would and could ever tell him.
She froze entirely. The wooden chair croaked softly as the guard gripped the back of it. Treated like a prisoner. A gilded one, maybe, but no less trapped. If she were to return to Dreadfort, she doubted. Lord Bolton in Kings Landing. Her staying in Domeric’s quarter. Again. Her chest tightened. She imagined the cold stone of the Dreadfort walls closing in, the scent of damp fur, blood, and fire. A low, rushing sound filled her ears like the tide pulling away from shore, hungry and inevitable.
She shoved her chair backward so abruptly that the Bolton guard stumbled. He recovered quickly, extending his arm to prevent her from walking away. His grip hovered just shy of forceful. “Lady Bolton, you heard the orders.” His voice was gruff.
“Would you really stop a mother from seeing her infant daughter?” she hissed as she stepped closer. “You’ll have to drag me away physically, in front of our royal family. In front of everyone. I don’t think that is what either of us want, is it?” The moment of hesitation was all she needed as she shoved the guard’s arm out of the way.

Haelle’s entire demeanour softened when she saw Maisie.
Maisie’s blue eyes lit up. “Mama!” She shuffled over on her chubby babylegs and clambered onto Haelle’s lap. “Dwagon! BRAAAWH!” Maisie held up the toy dragon in the air. Made for her by prince Rhaegar. Visenya had told her that he did not want Maisie to feel left out, as all little Targaryens had wooden toy dragons of their own. Only now realizing Domerics presence again, Maisie stared at him and flushed. Pressing her face in Haelle’s shoulder, only to peak at the Bolton behind a curtain of curls. The journey to Kings Landing and all the new people made her shyer than usual. She pointed with her finger at him. “Beawd?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Domeric has a beard.” Haelle glanced at him. “She likes beards, for some reason,” she muttered.
“Beawd,” Maisie repeated, satisfied, and continued playing with her dragon. Unaware of the tension between Haelle and Domeric.
“What would it take for her not to be raised at Dreadfort?” Haelle asked, voice hoarse en strained. “I’ll return North, quietly and without protest, if I - we - can raise her at White Harbour. It is only a short ride, you can still see her often. There are better tutors at White Harbour and more children to play with. It only makes sense for her to go there.” What did Domeric even care about having a daughter? Men like him, most men, preferred sons. She could not pass on his cursed name anyway.

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^{^solani}

court musician and dancer • lady-in-waiting for princess visenya • witch • 24 • dress • with aelor and valerion • in the corridors of the pit

The smile slid off of Aelor’s face, grabbing the nursemaid’s wrist. “I so enjoy spending time with my little cousin.” His voice dipped in ice. The poor woman let go of Saenys immediately and stepped back, unsure whether to bow or flee. Aelor kept holding on to Saenys as they talked. Lethia had never seen the child so uncomfortable. Recoiling ever, as if his touch was infected with greyscale. “Don't cry. Visenya will not like it if you cry at her party.” The warning was disguised in softness. This time, the nursemaid was allowed to take Saenys away.
Aelor stood, tall and stiff as a blade, and moved to Lethia’s side. His presence cold .He’d never forgiven her. That much was clear. Not for the night she’d rejected his advances. Even when she was when telling him there was someone else she liked. His kiss had come unexpected. His proposal that she could be his mistress even more so. As if she should be flattered. So much for the promise to her mother that she would not draw the attention of high born men.

The first egg cracked and much happened at once. Wonder. Aelor laughing, mockingly almost. A flicker of movement. Silence. Chaos. Ren ran off, a bundle in her arms. The dragon. Guards followed. Then Valerion. Aelor next, after pushing Saenys in Lethia’s arms again. All disappeared in the sea of fire.
Saenys cried again, louder. “I’m sorry little one, but I have to go for a bit.” The small girl protested as Lethia lifted her back into the nursemaids arms, clinging onto her. “I’ll be right back.”

Visenya stood still by the fire as Rhaegar gave more orders to the guards. The pit was buzzing, the nobles whispering amongst themselves. There were plenty of feasts and festivities that Lethia had seen go wrong. Never the disappearance of a dragon. She gently squeezed the princess her arm. “You continue here as planned. I’ll try to get the princes back.” Lethia gave Visenya a reassuring smile before she made her own way through the fire, hoping most would just ignore it.

Her mind screamed at her to go after Ren. Ren would be easy enough to find, following the shimmer of magic in the air. But she’d be off more help stopping the princes who went after her. They would be more dangerous in pursuit than the dragon they sough
The sound of shouting drew her down a corridor. Ren had already disappeared, followed by echoing footsteps of the guards. Louder, in these narrow corridors. Aelor and Valerion looked ready to murder someone. Or each other. Two sides of the same blade. Lethia had never understood it. Their animosity towards each other. She was an only child, would’ve loved to have siblings. A big family. As much as she loved her mom, it always felt as if something were missing.
“My highnesses.” She put all her warmth in her voice, inviting and sincere. This time, she did curtsey. “Princess Visenya would like to see you back in the pit. There are two more eggs to be hatched.” The latter words directed at both, yet mostly meant for Valerion. “The port and city gates are being closed. Will you come back with me?” She held out her hand, inviting.

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Visenya
^{^{of the House Targaryen

✦ . 　⁺ Master of Laws ⁺ 　 . ✦}}

Wearing • 22 y/o • Harbour • with Kiren

Visenya stood by the rim of the fire. The nobles murmured behind her, like crows at a battlefield, curious and whispering. She could barely hear them. Her mind was on the one who had vanished.
Kiren.
The image of the girl cradling the hatchling burned behind her eyes. It should have been one of the girls. It should have been prophecy. But the dragon had chosen her.
Why?
She didn’t notice Lethia until the woman gently touched her arm.
“You continue here as planned,” Lethia said with a calmness in her voice.. “I’ll try to get the princes back.”
isenya turned to her. She nodded, but her gaze lingered, watching Lethia disappear after she shot her a reassuring smile. Then Visenya looked to her little sisters, standing a few paces back, their faces pale with confusion and awe.
She stepped to them, wrapped them both in her arms. A kiss on each of their foreheads.
“My sweet little dragons,” She spoke soft. “You stay here with the eggs, alright? Don't let them out of your sight, the little dragons are sure to hatch tonight!” She spoke life into her sisters and by doing so, also into herself.
She turned to her halfbrother, Rhaegar. He was issuing orders in that calm, yet self assured voice of his..
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for being here,” she whispered in his ear.
And then she stepped forward, toward the center of the pit, and summoned her dragon.
“Caraxes,” she called, and the great red beast emerged from the shadows. His serpentine neck curled downward, nostrils steaming, eyes glowing like burning rubies. She held out a broken shell, gleaming, golden and still warm. “Find the one who smells like this.”
Caraxes sniffed and a deep rumble escaped from his throat.
Visenya climbed onto his back, pressing herself low between the ridges of his neck. “Sovetes” She ordered the dragon in High Valyrian.
Caraxes beat his massive wings and rose in a storm of ash and fire. Visenya didn’t look back. The time for theatre was over.

—
Waves lapped against the stone. The harbour stretched out before her. Caraxes landed with a snarl of wind , claws digging into the cobblestones. The dragon’s wings folded and Visenya slid down from his back without hesitation, booted feet hitting the ground.
And there she was.
Kiren.
Crouched down and wrapped around the newborn like a shield. The golden hatchling coiled in her lap, tail flicking, eyes half-closed. It was at peace.
Visenya stepped closer. She stopped just out of reach. The wind tugged at the hem of her crimson dress.
She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze dropped to the little dragon, it looked just like Elaena's dragon. The hatchling had chosen. That much was undeniable now.
“I lit those flames for drama. Ceremony. A stage. And you ran through them like a thief in the night. You turned my brother’s celebration into a battlefield.”
Visenya looked up to meet Kiren’s eyes. The girl’s face was tear-streaked.
“I need to know who you are. Not who you pretended to be. Not who others said you were. You. Because this…” Her voice was soft and sweet like honey, but as poisonous as belladonna,
Visenya took a slow breath. “Here’s what happens now. You come back with me. You say you meant it as a gift. A surprise. A foolish, impulsive gesture to mark the announcement of your engagement that would be announced later tonight to Rhaegar. You say the words I need you to say. You live.”
Caraxed breathed loudly and the alleyway heated. .
“Or you die here. By my hand or Caraxes’. I don’t want that. But I will do it if I must. Because you forced my hand.”

A Targaryen alone in the world
is a terrible thing.

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house hightower • 25 * alone • exit of the dragonpit

“Yes,” Valerion whispered, part enchanted, part maniacal. His violet eyes had not yet left the egg. Or rather, were the egg was supposed to be. The view for near everyone was blocked by some servant girl. Someone ought to push her aside. Instead, everyone was simply staring, as if that would do something. That was, until the servant rushed forward, grabbed the egg and disappeared into the flames. It took only the blink of an eye before Valerion screamed something and ran after the servant as if he were a common guard. Abandoning her. Had she pushed him too far? Maybe, maybe. It was somewhat entertaining, at least.
All the Targaryens, but the bastard brother and the babies, disappeared quickly. Did it really take three of them to catch a little thief? The dragons were precious to them but it all was a bit… pathetic, truthfully. It showed weakness. Only one of them should've gone and come back victorious. All three of the contenders for the crown? Well, as she said: pathetic. One of them should've stayed back for their guests. This did not paint them in a glorious picture. The image of them in her head dulled a little.
Someone knocked over a goblet. Red wine spilled like blood across the stone floor, unnoticed by its owner. Eyes remained fixed on the flames, murmurs rising like smoke. The Faith had always said the dragonlords were touched by fire, and tonight, no one doubted it. But being touched was not the same as being chosen.
Nasha sighed, annoyed that Visenya made her come to this damp cave and yet did not bother to talk to her at all. Not much for the supposed bond that the Targaryens wanted to strengthen with the Faith. The Sept would hear about it, that the Targaryens were not so serious about connecting to the Faith after all. Even the Stark-boy had said he could built her a little chapel in Winterfell. Nasha finished her red wine and handed the empty goblet to one the servants.
Not wanting her entire evening go to waste, she wandered towards the exit of the cave. She was better of exploring the other, more intriguing parts of Kings Landing.

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sky above me,
sea below me,
fire with me

targaryen bastard • master of dragons • 24 • alone • dragon's pit

Betrayal was like being punched in the gut while simultaneously getting a knife in your back. Rhaegar stared at the fire, feeling sick. The fire that Ren had run through. Had this been her plan all along? Gain their trust, to steal a baby dragon? He should've stuck to his principles, not have Visenya turn this into a spectacle for everyone to see. He could've handled the hatching by himself. It would've been just him, the family and the eggs. Guards. Maybe one or two dragonkeepers.
Pyotr was nowhere to be found either. The entire Kingsguard should be here. Stealing a dragon was an offence likened to threatening the crown. He had been overly present in the pit, the past few weeks. Were Kiren and Pyotr working together? Once a Baelish, always a Baelish. More betrayal.
Rhaegar gestured towards some of the guards, ordering them to go the city gates. Young women travelling alone should be searched until further notice. Others were send to the harbour. No ship was to leave until at least noon the following day.

And then Visenya left on her dragon. Some of the nobles fell over as Caraxes flew away, the winds of her flapping wings. the mumbling and murmuring became louder. Rhaegar had never been with this many nobles by himself. It was Visenya and Aelor, sometimes Valerion, who they wished to talk to. Not with the bastard prince. He was of no use to them. Not like the rest was.
But he had commanded battlefields and soldiers and had won. He could deal with this, even if he’d take a battlefield over a room full of highborns any day.
Rhaegar cleared his throat as he stepped forward. “Dear guests. For the safety of our youngest princesses, the remaining eggs will be hatched in private. I count on your understanding. You are free to remain in the Dragon Pit, if you wish. Food and drinks will be provided for. Should you wish to return to your quarters, please inform one of the guards. They will escort you back.” Hopefully they would all just leave. He nodded in thanks and turned towards the closest guard. “If anyone sees Sir Pyotr, I need him immediately for questioning.”

On to the text. “Please prepare one of the smaller antechambers for hatching. I will be there soon.” The remaining dragonkeepers, still pale in the face, hurried off. Ren's betrayal must hurt them as well.
”Bessa, Brynn.” He beckoned over the nursemaids. “Please bring the young ones to the small antechamber.” He gestured to three of the Whitecloaks to follow them and positioned the others at the entrance. “People are only allowed to enter with my permission. Everyone else will refused entry.
Only the eggs left. Rhaegar put on the gloves and neared the fire. He carefully cradled the silver egg in his arm, already leaving soot behind on his expensive tunic. He balanced the black one on his other arm. Gently. The eggs rumbled faintly against his chest, similar to a cat's purr.
He would just have to trust that Visenya's ladies-in-waiting would take care of the nobles in his and his siblings-cousins absence. They would do a better job than him either way.

MOST DAYS
I AM A MUSEUM
OF THINGS I WANT TO FORGET

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Valerion
^{^{of the House Targaryen

The Spare}}

He had almost had her.
Almost.
The thief.
The dragon.
His dragon.
Valerion was still fuming when he saw Aelor stalking toward him in the narrow hall, that familiar twisted sneer on his face. Of course his brother would show up, smelling blood and chaos like a hound. And gods, Valerion wanted to strike him. Right there. Rip the smugness from his face.

But before he could act, a voice cut through the tension.
Lethia.
“My highnesses.”
She curtsied and then spoke, sweet and diplomatic.
“Princess Visenya would like to see you back in the pit. There are two more eggs to be hatched. The port and city gates are being closed. Will you come back with me?”
She extended her hand.
Valerion’s jaw clenched. His eyes flicked down to her fingers, then up to her face.
And for a moment, he wasn’t here, in the corridor, stinking of wine and fire and rage. He was back in on a warm summer night. Lethia’s lips had tasted of cherry and something he still couldn't place. Something wild. He remembered her hands on his chest, the easy laughter and the way she’d whispered his name like it meant something. Like he meant something.
Or maybe that was another girl. Another drink. Another lie.
He honestly couldn't tell anymore.
So many lips. So many wineglasses. Everything blurred now, into a haze of perfume and regret. Whatever he and Lethia had been, that small, wild something, it had been lost to time and grief over a life he could have lived if Elaena had.
Still, there was a fondness there. In the way she looked at him now with something like pity, and not fear.
His eyes drifted past her, to Aelor.
He hated his brother. Hated the way he prowled, smug and confident, always the favored one behind opened and closed doors. Aelor had already claimed a dragon. Just like had claimed people. Women. The Crown.
Valerion’s fists curled. He wanted to go with Lethia. Wanted to see the rest of the dragons hatch. Wanted to win something tonight.
But he also wanted to murder his brother. To hurt him. Just enough to quiet the screaming inside his skull.
He looked at Lethia’s outstretched hand.

A roar echoed through the air. It was deep and thunderous. It was Caraxes.
In the distance, Valerion heard Visenya summoning her dragon.
The stone beneath his feet vibrated as wings beat the air. The roar was followed by a gust of wind that swept through the corridor.
She was gone.
Visenya. The only one of them who truly knew what she was doing.
But there were still two eggs left.
And suddenly, Valerion wanted to be there when they cracked open.
He wanted to see what came crawling out of fire.
So he took Lethia’s hand, which was soft and steady.
He pulled her closer, not roughly, not hungrily, but he suddenly remembered what it meant to choose someone instead of fighting over them.
“Come, Ñuha vūjigon riña.” Valerion said. “watch the eggs with me. There is nothing of importance left in this corridor.”

* My flame-haired girl in High Valyrian.

A Targaryen all alone in the world
is a terrible thing

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Pyotr Baelish
^{^{Acolyte of the Citadel}}

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Knowledge is Power
Post IV • 25 y/o • Dragonpitt • Serra and Rhaegar

"No." Pyotr said, his voice low. “Not from my family.”
He took the flask from her outstretched hand, tucking it back into the folds of his cloak. “My family’s talents lie in... different pursuits, I’m afraid.”
“I picked it up on the road. Oldtown. Braavos. A bit of here and there. But I won’t bore you with stories of sailors and sellswords. You’re not here for that, I imagine." He said. “But maybe one day you’ll repay the favor. Friends are hard to come by in the capital. And if you’re planning to stay...” His gaze saught out hers. “You’ll need them.”

Before she could respond, footsteps rang out behind them, quick and purposeful. Pyotr knew what they meant. A guard closing in. A second later, one of the other Guards rounded the corner, hand on the hilt of his sword but not drawing.
“Ser Pyotr.” The man spoke. “You're to come immediately. The Master of Dragons wants you for questioning. One of the dragons has been stolen.”
Pyotr didn’t react at first, he just looked at the guard, then slowly turned his head toward Serra. His eyes held hers for a moment longer than necessary.
A silent question.
You could help me now.
He said nothing, only gestured gently with his arm for her to follow.
Together, they stepped out of the shadows of the corridor and into the noise and light once more. The atmosphere in the Dragonpit had changed. Pyotr didn't waste any time and approached Rhaegar at once, his white cloak brushing behind him as they crossed the hall.
He stopped a respectful distance from Rhaegar, dropping to one knee and bowing his head just slightly, just enough to show deference, but not submission.
“My prince,” he said. “You called for me.”

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DANTIS BARATHEON
Master of Whisperers

Fleabottom with Nasha

She shouldn’t have been alone.
Not here. Not now. Not in that dress. Satin and expensive jewelry were utterly out of place here. These streets hadn’t known grace in years. Let alone that of a Hightower Lady.
And yet, here she was, walking through Flea Bottom as if the gods would shield her from the dirt and the poor.
Dantis spotted her the moment she slipped down into a narrow side street, far away from the lights and perfume of the Dragonpit.
He moved like a shadow, his black cloak trailing the cobblestoned streets. She didn’t hear him. No one ever did.
She used to be his uncle's bride-to-be.
The Realm’s little blessing. The Faith’s precious girl.
She hadn’t belonged to him.

And yet… she had.
Back when his name was known for honour. Before the dagger in the brothel, before the exile, before his name became a word people didn’t like to say aloud.
She barely had time to flinch.
His hand found her wrist.
With a pull, he dragged her through a side door. Into the warmth of the low-lit tavern. The ceiling was too low, the place too crowded and above all, far too loud. No one looked up when the door shut behind them. That was why Dantis liked it here, no one ever paid attention.
He pulled down his hood.
“My little birds told me you left the party,” he said, grinning as if this were the happiest accident of the night, and to be fair, maybe it was. “Before the dragons even hatched.”
He released her gently. A low-born bard played a broken harp in the corner. A woman laughed a little too loudly from a booth behind a curtain.
“And I thought… how tragic, for the evening to end with spilled wine and wasted fire.”
He stepped back just slightly. “Are you interested in another party, Lady Nasha?” He asked. "It's been too long."

Secrets are the real coin of kings and queens.
And I am richer than them all

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kiren
wendwater
23 ✧ Dragonkeeper ✧ Visenya

Kiren heard the clapping of dragon wings before she saw it. To her joy, it was not a small, black dragon. To her horror, it was a snake-like red one. The Bloodwyrm. Visenya's dragon Caraxes. How she wished it had been Stormseeker.
Kiren looked up at the princess, her face tear streaked and her body shivering. Visenya didn't meet her gaze. Neither of them spoke, but it was not quiet. The sounds of the city in the distance, the bells of the ships and the loud breathing of a large dragon and a small one cut through the night. Ren was barely holding on to the small creature now. It had nestled itself against her stomach, resting calmly in the cup of her hands.
''I lit those flames for drama. Ceremony. A stage. And you ran through them like a thief in the night. You turned my brother’s celebration into a battlefield.'' Visenya's voice was sweet and strong at the same time. It ordered Ren to listen to the words it spoke.
''I need to know who you are. Not who you pretended to be. Not who others said you were. You. Because this…'' Visenya's voice faltered. Ren didn't reply. She knew well enough she had crossed enough lines, taken enough risks. Now, she was left at the mercy of one of the most merciless Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. Even if she still wanted to run, her legs had given out. She had what she'd always wanted and now she was tired, she was done. She's proved to them what she was and what she was capable of. It did not matter. This dragon did not fill the hole Elaena left.
''Here’s what happens now. You come back with me. You say you meant it as a gift. A surprise. A foolish, impulsive gesture to mark the announcement of your engagement that would be announced later tonight to Rhaegar. You say the words I need you to say. You live.'' Kiren could not believe what she was hearing. None of it made sense.
The warmth of Caraxes breathe warmed Kirens face and for a second, she stopped shivering. She let herself believe that House Targaryen could welcome her with open arms.
''Or you die here,'' Visenya continued and all warmth vanished from the air. ''By my hand or Caraxes’. I don’t want that. But I will do it if I must. Because you forced my hand.''
Kiren didn't reply. She weighted her options, which were barely options at all. And then she looked at the small creature in her arms. It was sleeping, curled up in a little ball. What happens to dragons who lose their bond, she wondered. It was not something frequently discussed in the Pit. Some keepers believed the dragons die with them, but that seemed improbably to Kiren when dragons like Vhagar were hundreds of years old. What will happen to you when I'm gone? she thought and let her finger float over the scaly body of the creature.
''You must know,'' Ren said hoarsely. She cleared her throat. ''You must've known what Elaena meant to me. And I to her.'' She looked back up at Visenya, looking right into her eyes. ''This creature.'' Her voice cracked. ''It's all I have left.'' Another pause. ''It picked me. I swear, it picked me.'' She was pleading now. ''I would've have done it if I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have ran.'' She almost believed herself. ''My name is Kiren Waters. My mother's name is Cira Wendwater, my father's name was Crispian Celtigar, Lord of Claw Isle and the first Master of Coin. He had the blood of old Valyria in his veins. I took my mothers name when I first came to Dragonstone. This is the truth.''
She didn't want to die. Despite everything, that was still not what she wanted. But she also didn't want to live a lie. Or force a free man into an engagement neither of them want. Kiren didn't know a lot about royalty or Great Houses but she did know that being born a bastard of such a House meant freedom. And even though she did not like him, she wasn't going to be the one to take that away from him.
''I will return,'' Kiren said softly. ''But I cannot accept an engagement to prince Rhaegar.'' She braced herself for dragon fire.

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𝐻𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅

house hightower • 25 * with dantis * fleabottom

Fleabottom. A copper haze set over the crooked rooftops, lights from the other parts of the city. The spare firelights casting long shadows.
It was more impoverished than the poorer districts in Old Town. It was grimy. The alleys narrow and winding. There were no guards anywhere at all. The stench foul. Sweat, woodsmoke and waste.
It was dark and desperate. And Nasha was absolutely intrigued.
About all but one thing. The little children, darting barefoot between muddy puddles. They were laughing, though there cheeks were sunken in and they should be long asleep. A one-eyed mongrel growled at them from the gutter, lips curled and ribs showing. Did the Faith not help the children here? Another thing she needed to talk to the Targaryens about. If they were better at governing the city than throwing festivities. The children needed hope. Faith.

A hand grabbed her wrist. The sounds from the streets were replaced by a mangly harp. People chattering in a small space. The figure did not need to pull his cloak down for her to know who it was.
Dantis.
“My little birds told me you left the party.” Dantis grinned as if she just crowned him king and let go of her wrist. “Before the dragons even hatched. And I thought… how tragic, for the evening to end with spilled wine and wasted fire.”
Her eyes lit up, heart beating faster. “You let your little birds spy on me? How endearing.” She tilted her head, sighing. “And here I was thinking you had forgotten about me.” She always thought that the Gods punished her for sinning, with both Pyotr and Dantis being forced to leave. Or maybe she simply hadn't atoned enough. She must have done something right, for Dantis to appear again.
He stepped back just slightly. “Are you interested in anotherparty, Lady Nasha?” He asked. "It's been too long."
“Well, the Targaryen party was rather boring.” Nasha pouted. “Disappointing.” She did not need to tell him all about the thieving servant, he’d know already from his little birds. “And you know I don’t like to waste my time. So yes, please to another party.”
Nasha pulled the silver pins out of her hair, blonde waves cascading down her shoulders. “You know…” she leaned into Dantis, “the Targaryens are not the only reason why I came all the way to Kings Landing.” She wanted to visit a brothel and experience the slums of Kings Landing, but Dantis was not the man for that after his past… experiences there. Valerion would have to do.

She sauntered over the bar, mingling herself with the others in the little tavern. The girl behind the bar was pretty and too young to be working here. If she was surprised to see someone in a babyblue satindress in the tavern, her face did not show it. “Can I have two…” they definitely would not have Arbor Gold, “mugs of ale? My friend,” Nasha looked over her shoulder and gestured at Dantis to join her, “will pay for it.”

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