darkwinged
dark wings, dark words.
𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔶𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫. princess of the south. sister of king aedar. unwed. twenty-nine. residing in the crownlands.
"like their dragons the targaryens answered to neither gods nor men."
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he snorted. the odd seriousness that hung over them made him more inclined to draw out the banter. ❝ are you saying that your guards and the martells’ are more skilled than you? ❞ he arched his brow. no need to mention that he also hadn’t attempted any grand escape, though the temptation was certainly there, especially each time he heard the waves crashing in the distance, knowing his ship, like it was in king’s landing, was within reach if only he could reach it. the question traitorously crossed his mind if she would sail off with him if he asked. the way she was avoiding his eyes seemed answer enough. it shouldn’t sting, but lukas still wished she’d look at him; until she did and he saw nothing. ❝ i see. ❞ he hadn’t been certain what she’d ask, but this request hadn’t made the list of possibilities. where it anyone else, he might’ve denied the request, deeming it too much trouble given their circumstance, especially when she’d made it clear that the previous night had meant nothing, but despite letting silence linger, lukas’ answer was decided. ❝ shouldn’t you have servants for this? then again, you mainlanders view us islanders so low we must be the same. ❞ the bite in his tongue had nothing to do with the request; rather, the topic neither of them were addressing. he crossed his arms. ❝ i can’t do anything, however, unless i know what herbs you require. ❞
it truly was difficult looking at lukas, her heart clenched painfully in her chest, almost begging her to look away. last night was still so fresh in her mind, it was almost beyond her comprehension that they could stand here with a battle line drawn between them. and while visenya did get annoyed by his reply, she also noted that lukas did not refuse her request. while she did not understand him or even her own feelings towards the pirate lord, at least she could trust that he felt some type of obligation towards her. maybe it was all down to guilt for what he had done to her. "my servants are not smugglers and i cannot have them get caught with these herbs. while most people are stupid, they will surely recognise what the ingredients are for ― and then it will get traced back to me." visenya’s reputation was already spotty at best, she did not need to add her nightly activities to the list of things others could use to tear her down. but she decided not to say anything more. she knew lukas was just lashing out. maybe he was mad that she was not giving him the reaction he wanted. "i need tansy and pennyroyal." a door opened somewhere in the distance and voices echoed through the hall as a group of ladies neared them. vi shot them a look before taking the opportunity to flee. she hated this dance they were doing, this constant back and forth feeling like maybe there was something there only to be faced with reality. it truly was the hope that killed her slowly. “goodbye, lord harlaw.” and without looking back, she headed for her chambers.
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there were some emotions not even an ironborn would put on display, and the ones storming within lukas’ heart now that he was standing before visenya certainly weren’t one he wanted visible. not when she’d made her stance clear. the irony didn’t escape him; he didn’t hide his scorn about how the mainlanders danced around their true intents like cowards, and here he stood. but he still told himself that it was different. a hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, not at all surprised that she’d already tried looking for a way out of their current situation. ❝ you do realize the answer then is to not get caught. ❞ he deadpanned, but even lukas knew it wasn’t that simple. he merely wanted to see if he could get under her skin. it seemed only fair given the state she’d dragged him back to. he rolled his eyes. ❝ the martells and their questions don’t frighten me. if they think an islander is behind these attacks then they’re bigger fools than they’ve shown themselves to be. we wouldn’t have failed. ❞ the last sentence was said as nothing more than a whisper. lukas didn’t miss how she couldn’t hold his gaze, but she was speaking again before he could dwell on it for too long. ❝ what favor? ❞ he tried sounding as bored as possible despite knowing he’d do whatever she asked.
vi simply rolled her eyes when lukas suggested she did not get caught. “yes, what a groundbreaking observation. i have two get away from sets of guards, you know.” she almost added that she did not have the luxury of being from a lesser house, but even visenya knew it was fairly stupid to insult a man who needed a favour of. she had always admired how proud lukas was of being an iron islander. vi even respected him greatly for it. she felt the same pride being a daughter of house targaryen. she shifted on her feet, her gaze still averted. for a moment, vi contemplated asking lukas to leave her alone. she could call upon this favour to make him disappear from her life. maybe he respected her enough that he would honour such a promise. but those were not the words that came from her. finally she turned to look at him, but she was ready this time and her face was perfectly neutral as if they were simply chatting about the weather. “i am in need of moon tea.” there was often an unwritten rule that it was the woman’s responsibility to assure no unfortunate consequences would arise after a night together. “as you know i usually have a stock of herbs ready, but i seem to have run out of some rather key ingredients and i need you to get them for me.” it was the simple truth. she had been caught empty-handed and with the keep shut down, she now had no means of acquiring it. visenya knew it was best to drink it as soon as possible and she felt uneasy that she had to rely on someone else to acquire it. but despite their history, despite how much she would deny it, she did trust lukas would always help her. his aid might come with snarky remarks about the snobbery of mainlanders, but she had no fear that he’d reject fulfilling this favour if it was within his power to do so. “i assume smuggling must be in your repertoire of skills ― and they’ll ask a pirate far less questions than a princess.”
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while visenya generally took a liking to the iron islanders, they were also terribly frustrating sometimes. it seems the greyjoy king shared that trait with lukas harlaw. “i suppose we have different opinions on how royal houses should be treated, your grace. if we are to be treated the same as everyone else, what is the point of us?” she saw it as an insult to receive the same treatment as the lesser houses. if the martells wanted to interrogate them, it had to been done properly, they should not be treated as criminals. vi let out an offended huff. “if house targaryen was to blame, we would have been much more effective. we have dragons at our disposal and dragonfire burns through everything, there would have been nothing left of the hall... or the keep.”
with what little respect the high king held for the targaryens , there was little that he found to say to them . greenlanders of all sort were the least of his concern but those that relied upon the strength of a beast to do their bidding and attempt to intimidate with no acclimation to hold on their own . little reason for a dragon to seek his presence with no prior conversation gave suggestion of being meddlesome ⸺ he had little tolerance for . ❝ all the houses are being treated the same . ❞ even those of the arryns had been questioned , a new princess married in . ❝ if fire is involved is it not your house that boasts excellence in such ? ❞
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leo was looking for a place where she could sit in peace, away from everyone’s comments and the constant whispers that seemed to drown every hall of the castle. she hadn’t shed a tear, at least not in public. she didn’t wish to explain nor did she want others to see her as weak, it was enough that people seemed to take her kindness for weakness and crying would not help. she hadn’t known ranida for long, but for the time they spent together in dorne, she had grown to enjoy her company very much so. she opens the door to enter a room she assumed would be empty, her assumptions quickly proven wrong as she notices the other. her eyes scan the other and notice the stained dress and the other’s face “are you quite alright, your grace?” she asks with concern, taking a seat next to the other “it’s okay to cry. many of us have lost important people and friends, there’s no point in hiding our feelings.” she gives the other a soft smile, if only leo could follow her own advice.
she wanted to say that the other was wrong, she thought of a thousand excuses. “i am not cr-” visenya started protesting vehemently, but the words died on her tongue. denying it seemed pointless and stupid. “i will be alright, i prefer to grieve in private.” there was not much that vi grieved, not many people close enough for her to care, but when she did hurt, she hurt deeply. every emotion seemed to be felt acutely by the targaryen princess. the highs were extraordinarily high, the lows seemed to get her so low that she would sometimes feel them for years. “did you lose someone?” visenya asked quietly.
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visenya was angry that everyone was under suspicion by the martells, she did not understand why she’d have to answer question after question. maybe the root of her nervousness was that she could not be truthful during her own inquisition. she had spent too much effort to hide her relationship with lukas to simply expose herself to house martell and their lackeys. vi had no doubt that the north would play along, but she wondered how the greyjoys felt about this. she suspected their feelings would resemble her own. in another life she might have been born an iron islander, sometimes she believed she was more suited for their life than her own. “idling would suggest laziness, your grace, i am merely observing.” she bowed her neck in a sign of respect. “i suppose your house has suffered the same treatment from our dornish hosts ― quite an insult to our royal houses, some would dare say.”
whispers imbued the halls of sunspear , the words of his hand taking precedence . another dead yet another one of dorne's own urged the tempest's thoughts of buffoonery and indolence at the hands of the dornish royalty and made that much more clear from the threat to his own family . ❝ to stand idle would suggest you need something . ❞ head tilting to look past his advisor with ocean hues attuned to another's presence , his own conversation ceasing .
[ open starter : @reignrbs ]
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The blood of the dragon simmer inside of him way before visenya had entered the room, but it began to boil with each passing word she spat like a slap to his face. the anger he had been holding on deep inside of him morphs his features as his own hues darken from violet to a deeper purple. “thread lightly sister treason is still a death punishment.” he would never turn her in, he knew half his siblings would revolt against the king if they had the chance, it did not meant he did not worry it would get them killed. “the king is… unfit.” he carefully handpicks his words at the best of his ability, the walls always had ears. “in his age perhaps he no longer holds a vision, but what can we all do. stage a coupe and place another on the throne. who is to say the targaryen curse won’t befall the next of us to sit up on that throne.” he stands, no longer feeling like he can stay still, he passes. “where has being murdeours and vindictive ever gotten this house? i would rather play nice and stay alive than try to conquer the world and be ran off from our home.”
visenya could see the anger rise in her brother. in some ways, it was a relief to her. it meant there was some fight left in him. “it is treason but it also happens to be the truth. our brother is mad, you might as well say it like it is, rhaegar.” vi let out a loud exasperated sigh. “of course we can!” when she realised that she had raised her voice, she took a moment to calm down before lowering it. visenya was frustrated, she had been frustrated for a while now. she leaned forward. “that is exactly what we should do ― and i frankly do not know why we have not yet. any of you say the word and i will happily do what needs to be done.” while visenya had developed her skill as a fighter, she had not actually killed anyone yet. she had hurt people, hurt them in ways they would never recover from, but she had never taken a life. but she believed that she could take aedar’s life. his very breath threatened her siblings, her uncle and cousins, and that was a crime that she would always be able to punish with death, no matter the blood they shared. “do you think you got the right to bear the title of prince without blood spilled? you listened to the same stories as i did when we were children, you know how house targaryen rose to power. aegon conquered the kingdoms, he did not ask permission.” visenya’s lilac eyes followed rhaegar as he started to pace. she was aware her words agitated him, but she could not stop them from flowing. it was chartatic for her finally say it out loud. “no one can run us from our home, no one would dare. we would take their homes instead, we should take their homes.”
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the inquisition of princess visenya targaryen.
the princess is clearly disgruntled on arrival, her eyes are dark as she beholds the royal family and the small council, but she bows her head stiffly as a sign of respect. she crosses her arms as she stands before house martell. despite keeping her expression neutral, her heart is beating quite fast. visenya tightens her arms around herself in order to stop herself from fidgeting nervously.
when did you arrive in sunspear ?
“some weeks ago with the rest of my family. i do not recall the specific date, i just show up when they tell me to. i am sure some in our travelling party can provide you with more information if you need specifics.”
what were you doing the day of the wedding ?
“i took a ride in the morning, ate breakfast and then spent the rest of the day in my chambers getting ready with my ladies-in-waiting before i attended the lovely wedding.”
did you leave the festivities at any point during the ceremony or reception ? where did you go ?
“yes, i returned to my chambers as i started to feel sick. i did drink a bit too much of your dornish wine as i’m sure some of the attendees will tell you.”
did you return ?
“no, i fell asleep.”
did you see anyone leave ?
“no, i was a bit busy trying not to hurl in front of everybody in the hall ― and i’m a big believer in minding my own business, so i don’t make a habit of noting people’s movements.”
what were you doing when the fire began ? what did you do in response ?
“sleeping soundly in my chambers.”
where do you think the fire started ? do you have any ideas on who might have started it or how they might have gotten in ?
“i have no idea, but it must have been something highly flammable for it to spread that quick. surely it is the work of the dornish people unhappy with their new crown princess? i understand they wanted prince ryon to marry within dorne. if there is unrest within dorne, the people are capable of doing great damage as house targaryen learned many years ago.”
do you know any of the victims of the fire personally ? do you suspect any foul play ? would anyone wish to see them harmed ?
“yes, lady ranida fowler was a friend of mine. of course i suspect foul play considering the threats made beforehand. fire is not easily controlled. i believe the guilty wanted to cause chaos or kill as many of us as possible. it strikes me as strange if they managed to target specific people with fire.”
who do you think the targets of the attacks and fire were ? do you think some were used as a smoke screen ?
“i would not know. like i said then i believe the goal was to cause chaos, but considering the recent revelation then perhaps i’m wrong.”
what were you doing yesterday morning ? ( the day of the murder ) did you see or hear anything unusual throughout the day ?
“i ate breakfast, took a ride through the city as i always do and then went back to my chambers ― as i have already told you.”
what do you know about the recent murder ? are you aware of the victim or who might have desired them dead ? do you think the victim is tied to anyone in sunspear ?
“i do not even know who the victim is. i was told there had been a murder and that is all i know. i would be happy to tell you my thoughts if you tell me who is dead.”
are there any houses of people you suspect may have any involvement in these attacks ? are you suspicious of anyone ?
“i suspect you should take a closer look within your own borders if your people are unhappy with princess denyse. but i cannot imagine any houses present at the wedding would be involved. like i said then fire is highly unpredictable, why would they risk putting themselves, or their house, in harm’s way? my own sibling was injured. house targaryen is in no way involved with this.”
have you seen or heard anything that could be of use to the crown at this time ?
do you have anything else you’d like to share ?
“no, i’ve mainly been staying in my chambers. i do not think you will find my complaints relevant, so i suggest we are done now unless you have other burning questions to ask me.”
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visenya laughed softly at his words. "i shall keep your heart safe." she could not imagine a day when jace and her would not scheme if the opportunity arose. they did not disagree on much, their most significant point of contention had been lukas. her brother wanted a name, she refused to give it. she just shook her head at his joke and took another bite of the apple. vi faltered slightly when jacaerys question her about her whereabouts, but she quickly sent him a knowing smile. "i've missed you too, jace." visenya did not like to lie to her siblings, least of all the brother closest to her in age, but she also knew that she could not tell the truth. "i have felt a bit ill, so i have been in my chambers ― it's not like there has been a lot to do out here anyway." it was not far from the truth, she had felt unlike herself. vi feared her brother would follow up with more questions, so she tried to find a good enough reason for her illness. "i did drink half the wedding dry, but sadly it seems as if i cannot drink as i used to, not without paying a price. but i shall spare you a description of my stomach contents." no one liked to hear details about vomit, so she relied on jace to change the subject.
icy stare shifts onto visenya , gentle nod his sister's way . surprised he'd not seen much of her in recent days . although he'd not seen many since the fire . attempts to keep out of trouble for as long as possible he supposed . " never . if the day ever comes , i'll know true heartache , " amusement in her actions present on his features . " i feared that , " roll of his eyes . loyalty to anyone but their house felt like a nagging thorn at his side . " perhaps there's tunnels , " wiggle of his brows tells truth of his words : a joke at the expense of dornish intelligence . jacaerys' never one to shy away from a dig to another house , especially not in the presence of such trusted company . " tell me , " interest peaked during momentary silence , " where have you been hiding ? " his best attempt to say he'd missed her , always his favorite although he dare not say that too loud .
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there was only one of their siblings that would take pim’s refusal to stay with the maesters as anything to be cross about, and it would be elaena, just as they knew she would understand why they no longer wished to remain there. ‘ there is only one that i would answer to, ’ pim voiced, taking the arm offered and forcing herself not to stiffen. the question had been expected, voiced and both silent with those that knew the relationship between aedar and themself, enough to know that there was never goodwill between the two. ‘ they can’t tell you anything because they don’t know. ’ could only go based off of what had been told to the maesters, only those focused to hear the warning bells of a story that didn’t have a straight path, yet accepted nonetheless. ‘ you retired early, then ? ’
visenya was not satisfied with that answer, but she knew better than to press her sibling. “well, that is incredibly unhelpful.” she was annoyed at the idea of pim not being properly guarded. “you are a member of the royal family, they are supposed to keep an eye on you at all times. how can they not know?” vi assumed the scene had been chaotic, but logic rarely tamed her anger. she was not ruled by her head but her heart. she kept a good but light grip of them as they walked. “yes, you know how i feel about weddings. besides, i felt sick from all the wine i drunk and all i wanted was my bed.” she glanced at pim with a worried look in her eyes. “it seems i made a wise choice for once.” vi had escaped the fire, but she had walked into another trap, one much more complicated than fire could ever be. “it must be the dornish rebels, right? they were against the marriage, it makes sense for them to set the hall ablaze.”
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with visenya targaryen / @darkwinged
when he’d awoken alone, lukas had told himself it mattered little, and he had merely lingered in the room because he could, not because he’d hoped she’d return. the night before had been nothing more than a moment of weakness. but the sinking feeling he’d felt when he had realized she was gone lingered like a thorn in his side. sometimes it was easy to ignore; other times it stung, but he’d sooner join the drowned god than admit that. it was chance alone that made them cross paths again. luke’s steps faltered before he regained his composure and a cheshire grin appeared on his lips. he sauntered over. casually, he asked, ❝ looking for a way to escape our new cage? ❞ why didn’t you stay? he had no right to ask when he’d been the one to leave first but the question echoed in his head. his hands formed fists so he didn’t reach out toward her.
when visenya woke after a few hours of sleep, it was with a mild headache and a feeling of having walked willingly into a trap of her own making. she had clarity of mind when she kissed lukas, when she went to bed with him. and surprisingly vi found herself with no regrets about what she had done. but she had underestimated the consequences of her actions. her heart practically ached before she opened her eyes. she had convinced herself that being with lukas one last time would give her closure, but all it did was rip open old wounds that she thought had mended. so visenya had quietly dressed while lukas slept and slipped out of the chambers. then she had been swallowed up by the chaos of everything that had occurred. in a matter of moments, she felt the relief of knowing her family was mostly alright, the grief of finding out her friend was not and the frustration of being locked in. the princess felt more restless than ever as she paced the hall. and then lukas walked over to her with a smile, as if he had not a care in the world. every hope she had that maybe he had felt something real this time, something beyond desire and lust, died instantly. this was the look of a man who had enjoyed a pleasant night, not one who wrestled with his feelings. and it almost made her angry. she wanted to demand answers to why he did not love her, but visenya also feared his reasons for not loving her more than anything. she was not entirely blind to her faults, but hearing lukas list them would destroy her. after a moment of silence, vi did her best to slip on a mask of indifference, to hide her bitterness and pain. "i already tried, the lord commander said no, they are all saying no ― and poor rhaegar will probably perish from stress if i tried to sneak out and got caught. i also do not need to give our dornish hosts reason to go digging and find out i was not actually in the hall when the fire started." while visenya was not a master at politics or diplomacy even she knew that would likely not be well received by the martells. "and neither should you." up until now, she had avoided eye contact with him, but accompanying her words was a pointed look. however, it faltered after a moment and she turned her eyes to a nearby window instead. with a sigh, vi suddenly exclaimed: "i need you to do me a favour, luke."
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visenya's days since the fire had been unusually quiet, she had spent much time in her room while trying to gather her thoughts. she felt so many feelings at once that they almost cancelled each other out, a strange sense of numbness had a tight hold of her. but vi knew that she could not hide forever. she could not escape from her reality, so there was no reason to continue to sit in gloom and doom in her room. she sought out jacaerys, a habit of hers when she needed cheering up. not because she needed her brother to listen to her troubles, but because he was usually good at distracting her from them. "come now, brother, you always know i am up for hatching plans with you. when have i ever said no to you?" vi plopped down next to jace, quickly got comfortable and put her feet up on the table before taking out her dagger and stabbing a nearby apple in order to reach it. "i can tell you that asking permission from the lord commander will not work. and the guards do not seem to be open to bribery, they are too loyal." visenya took a big bite of the apple and leaned back in her chair.
RAVEN SENT TO : anyone . ( open starter )
LOCATION : unspecified .
CONFINEMENT could have been more bearable if not for all the moping around . fire hadn't really been a new element for the prince . his concern , as he'd been reminded wasn't quite up to par with everyone else's . bizarre ability to go through recent days with a glib look on his face for the most part , not to go unnoticed . he'd claim it was simply his own means of coping with such tragedy but claims didn't always need to hold truth behind them . " if you do not wish to toss around escape plans , i beg you to take your leave , " despite words , the dragon shifts to make room for newest companion . " i cannot bear feeling as if i am overstaying my welcome , " he drones on , head falling back . always one for a bit of a dramatic flare . dry laugh catches , as if his prolonged stay was of his or anyone for that matters own free will . ( @reignrbs )
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the gardens were an escape for many of the royal and nobles who felt trapped inside the walls of the keep. despite being littered with guards, it was a moment to take in the fresh but warm air. she was wandering around the garden when she came across one of the stark princesses. vi stood and watched with an amused as she was obviously looking for something. her brow only raised as inej turned around and finally noticed she was not her lady-in-waiting. “an astute observation, princess inej.” visenya’s tone was sarcastic but jovial enough. “you should be more observant in times like these, it is not exactly the safest of times.”
❛ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 , have you seen my other earring ? ❜ inej called out to the lady in waiting that had accompanied her , with eyes preoccupied on the ground below her , head ducked underneath the bench of the garden . lost belonging was not the end of the world , but the princess would rather avoid a nasty conversation with her dear friend about responsibility . ❛ i swear , i lost it around - oh ! ❜ doe eyes widen when the figure was in fact , not , her lady . ❛ you're not caroline . ❜
𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 ❖ the garden
[ @reignrbs ]
#( visenya ― inej stark. )#muse: visenya targaryen.#sorry for the multiple reblogs! it's all tumblr's fault#hopefully it works now
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there might be plenty of guards filling the halls, but sebastian still felt the need to assess sunspear’s defenses with his own eyes. he’d been caught off guard during the fire, a misstep that had almost cost the starks dearly, and while he didn’t seek to dispel the guilt weighing down his shoulders, he would ensure that he wasn’t unprepared again. his steps had carried him away from the heart of the castle, knowing that it was in the quieter corners that weakness could lurk unseen. he came to a halt upon spotting the targaryen princess. bash’s loyalty belonged to the north alone, but the targaryens were his family too. ❝ i’ve heard that as well, ❞ he said, pointedly ignoring the tears he’d seen before his presence had been noticed. as a knight, he’d learned to observe but keep his mouth shut about said observations. the princess clearly wished to play pretend so like a good soldier he’d oblige. ❝ hopefully it stays at a distance. if they’re anything like the blizzards in the north then i wouldn’t want the storm’s eye to find itself above sunspear. ❞
visenya was a proud woman. while she suspected the knight noticed, she was grateful that he did not pry. she suspected that she was not the only one weeping for some of those who had been lost. “i always thought the storm’s eye was said to be calm, but i suppose if you are in the eye of the storm then you are only halfway through it.” she pondered that for a moment. “there must be some comfort in knowing, i find that not knowing how long the danger persists can be infinitely worse.” while vi did not care for politics nor did she really care much about the trouble that had arisen in dorne, she was tired of feeling constantly under attack. it was as if someone was determined to not let them catch their breaths. “have you spoken to reila? is she alright? and our niece?” when visenya discovered what had happened, she had first and foremost worried about her family. while being told everyone is alive and safe, she still wanted to hear it confirmed.
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he didn’t have many interactions with pim’s siblings , and for that vorian was quite fine with. when he’d been called to deal with a targaryen princess attempting to leave he’d not been too sure which to expect , already knowing it would not be pim. his arms cross at what he finds , visenya if his guessing is to be correct. vorian already prepares to be annoyed , knowing full well for him to have been called she’s already being difficult. everyone thinks they are special here , privileges given to them by their birthrights that hold no candle in lands not their own. he’s not too sure why the lesson is a hard one to grasp , none can leave even if they were fed with golden spoons or basked in dragon scales. “ if your business is not enough to plea to the princess , then it can’t be quite that urgent at all , can it ? ” in the end her pleas will go nowhere , vorian doesn’t have the authority to defy mara anymore than the nights at the gate. “ as i stated , only the ruling princess can grant exit of the palace. if you truly seek to leave , princess , it must be with her permission. ” he hates repeating himself , the decree had made his job endlessly harder.
she harboured a dislike for the martells in the same manner that she disliked the starks. they held power that rightfully belonged to house targaryen. she did not like being equals, she wanted to be superior. it annoyed her endlessly that she had no power here. “my business can be urgent for me without needing to be urgent for your princess.” for visenya this made perfect sense, but she could not admit to the lord commander why she could not ask the dornish matriarch for permission. that would involve explaining matters and that was impossible ― even in a place as open-minded as dorne. she was frustrated and slightly desperate, but visenya was also stubborn and she decided to try one last tactic. “you know what is funny, lord commander? not many moons ago i had to listen to insults from your crown prince telling me that house targaryen had no authority keeping the noble and royal houses locked up until an assassin had been found.” vi chuckled humourlessly, a part of her able to see the irony in the situation. she was in ryon’s place now, she supposed, but at least she had the grace to argue with staff instead of the royal family themselves... for now. “i guess it is easier to take a stand until a new one is more convenient.” it was not a great last shot going for the credibility of the martells, but it was the only idea that she was left with. the guards would just throw her in the dungeons if she tried fighting her way out of the castle. not that she was not tempted to try that approach later, but even if she should succeed then she would not get far and it would call too much attention to what could possibly be so important for her in the city.
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He would never get used to the whiplash his siblings gave him, some where calm and collected, and others were fueled by what seemed to be only chaos and fire. rhaegar found no peace in her words, if anything it only brought forth a part of him that seamed to work on autopilot, that part of him that kicked in and was functional to clean after everyone even if his mind was elsewhere. he had been conditioned that way for too long to know anything else. he throws his head back pleading to the gods for both strength and patience. “i really don’t believe that such action will bring this issue to resolve any faster, you should not lower yourself to acting as others do, you’re a dragon not a snake.” he points out, hoping he might be able to estinguish that fire in her if only by a small fraction.
visenya was not surprised by rhaegar’s words, but she was tired of hearing them. why were some of her siblings so content with sitting on their hands and doing nothing? “you know what i find fascinating, brother?” she got comfortable in her seat, her lilac eyes glued to her older brother who was so different to herself. “you worry so much and yet everything always goes to shit anyway. is it not just a waste of energy?” she asked genuinely. “look around, none of the royal houses will respect us as long as our house is a ruled by a mad king. not the martells, not the starks, not the greyjoys. hell, the martells married their heir off to a redwyne. this whole wedding is an insult to us ― and yet you ask of me to play nice, to be the bigger person...” their philosophies of life had always clashed. it did not mean she loved her brother any less, in fact she cared for him and his little family more than most people in this world, but it infuriated her that rhaegar could not see the truth. “when has playing nice ever gotten us anything? it cannot even win us respect, so tell me, what is the point?”
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their sister’s voice was familiar enough that pim didn’t bother attempting to hide what they were doing, though she did remain seated for a second longer. ‘ they are giving it to everyone, it seems. even those that don’t need it, ’ pim voiced as they stood, ignoring the pounding in their temples that suggested the direct opposite. if she could remember what had happened, their anger may not have been as vicious, but as it was, the lack of knowledge as to what had happened bothered them immensely. after being told it had been aedar to carry them to the maesters himself it only set off more warning bells with no proof of what it could have been that forced him to do so. ‘ i’m fine, i’m just annoyed. since you’re here will you help me out before the maesters return ? ’
for a split second visenya wondered if it was wise or if she should try and convince her sibling to lay back down, but then she remembered how she had felt after being poisoned. how important it had been for her to get out of bed. who was she to deny pim that? “fine but if our siblings find out about this then you are taking the blame.” vi stepped forward to offer a supportive arm before guiding pim out of the room. “what happened to you? it seems no one is willing to say much and are just running around like headless chickens instead.” while it was lucky that she was not in the hell when all hell broke loose, it was strange being left with no answers. “i only heard about the fire afterwards, i was elsewhere when it broke out.”
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rejection had rarely bothered him, normally because he when he was interested it was normally merely for fun, lacking any true stakes let alone feelings, but now he found himself holding his breath, expecting her to push him away despite wanting to be proven wrong. a want he failed at burying when she was this close. his gaze didn’t waver even when the squabble broke out nearby. her fingers against his felt like lightning touching his skin, and then rather than break the spell, she surprised him. lukas offered no resistant, following after her as he should have done all those years ago rather than running. in the darkness he felt transported to a time from long ago, when the shadows had shielded them from eyes that would have discovered their relationship, allowing them to be together in their own world. his heart pounded. ❝ yes, ❞ he admitted. this was why he’d avoided her in winterfell and tried to here in dorne, because the moment she was close as she was now, he was a man drowning, and visenya was the only person who could save him. it’d only ever been her, after all - no matter how he denied it. he leaned in closer but paused. only inches separated them. their breath mingled. ❝ and what do you want, vi? ❞ he knew he’d throw away her love but if she too wanted this, no matter if it was only for a night, then lukas would let his heart rule him for a short while.
visenya had not expected any other answer, not with how willing lukas was to follow her, but still her heart skipped a beat at his confession. another wall that she had erected to keep him out of her life tumbled down. he did not like her dancing with others because he still wanted to command her attention, to be the one her eyes followed across the room. but then luke turned the question on her as he got even closer. and what did she want? a complicated question, one she had no answer to. visenya had never truly known what she wanted. she was a creature of impulse, one who relied on her feelings to guide her. she thrived in chaos and felt restricted by plans. there had only been a short time in her life were vi thought she knew what she wanted in this world ― and it had been lukas. she had not cared where they would go or what they would do, all she had known back then was that she wanted him. it had been enough for vi to follow lukas to the end of the world if he had asked her to follow him. as her heart pounded in her chest, she realised that her answer would determine the next step in this dance they were doing. it felt like a game, one she had no idea to play and yet here she was with what felt like a winning hand. lukas did want her. she could see it in his eyes. while it was not love, it was desire, it was need. it was enough. “you.” her confession was soft spoken and then she immediately closed the small gap between them as she captured his lips in a searing kiss. since lukas had broken her heart, she had often wished that she could have gotten to kiss him one last time. vi had never really thought about why, but maybe it had merely been a desperate attempt to convince him that she was worthy of his love. that while she was difficult and stubborn and full of hate for most of the world, she had truly loved him with all her heart. all those feelings the princess had wanted to pour into the last kiss she imagined, she poured into this one instead. it was raw and messy, her fingers curled into the fabric of his open shirt as vi tried to pull him even closer. it was as unrelenting and passionate as their brief relationship had been. visenya allowed no space to exist between them, but eventually her lungs started burning and she had to pull away for air. surprisingly, the storm inside her stilled the moment she kissed him. as if that little voice of reason, of caution out of fear of yet another rejection, inside her mind had finally accepted defeat. vi was slightly panting, her eyes still closed, almost afraid to pull back and open them in case it was all a drunken dream and lukas would disappear like smoke in the wind once again.
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