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[aelyx-targaryen]

dragconsfire‌:

“The Free Cities! Aelyx.” His name came out as a groan, head tilting back toward the heavens. “We Targaryen’s are meant to stick together and should we spread you best be letting us know where you venture.” Though she’d been furious when he’d all but disregarded his rightful place on the throne and all but disappeared, she’d all but been thrown into a state of worry. Whatever place she’d held within court had all but vanished - the woman fleeing to Dragonstone the moment her cousins wedding was over.

Releasing a final huff, hands slackened at her side, shoulders hunching considerable - as if some weight had been removed from her shoulders. “The Dothraki have been spotted in the Seven Kingdoms headed toward the Capital. They’ve… tarnished a woman - only one so far as our intelligence has made known, but I haven’t a doubt that their corruption will continue.” Nose crinkling, her eyes removed themselves from him to bounce between those weaving around the pair. “I’m certain our King will settle matters soon enough. And if he does not then I’ll plead with your sister and ensure that something is done. If bannermen loyal to our house must be called then we will ride to face them.”

“It came to me suddenly.” He didn’t want to disclose with her what were his reasons for leaving and abandoning everything and everyone. Aelyx believed he was protecting the people he loved this way. And now, if he had truly been cured, then what good would it do if his cousin or anyone knew what had happened? It hardly mattered anymore. He wanted to forget and put it all behind him. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”

At the mention of the Dothraki soiling a woman, Aelyx turned his head. He had never liked discussing such vile subjects. The Targaryen prince failed to understand how some men could disrespect a woman in such way. Even if it wasn’t a noble woman. He believed there should be respect and some lines should never be crossed. Perhaps the Dothrakis beliefs and virtues were different, maybe they just simply didn’t understand. In a way, he couldn’t really blame them for being different. 

“Yes. Our King. What is he like, cousin? Is he good to Rhaena?” Aelyx realized he had changed the subject and the Dothraki threat was way more important for the time being, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. He wanted to know.

#*( interaction: Daenys )*

[aelyx-targaryen]

wildsvuls‌:

As usual, she was lost in her own head - thoughts racing a mile a minute. The constant threat that loomed over the Capotil had kept her up, unable to sleep because her dreams were plagued with horrible images that she wished never to speak of to anyone. 

At the sound of a voice, Alyssa turned around. A man stood before her, typical Targaryen features - silver-blonde hair and violet eyes. A small puzzled look appeared on her face as she spoke. “You have not bothered me at all, My Lord, I was just lost in my own thoughts is all.” A small laugh left her lips. “I have, unfortunately - the Dothraki horde grows nearer each day.” Ned had told her the few things he could disclose, but everyone had been informed about the threat. 

“Or is there another threat?” She asked, hoping that no one else had been hurt - but she knew that was unlikely to happen. The Dothraki were known to be vicious and savage when taking over towns - taking what they wanted whether it coin or women. “Do we have to prepare anything?”

“How did it even happen? Do you know?” He asked the woman, even though he doubted she could provide him with an answer. Maybe only his sister knew or her husband - the Lannister king. It was funny how another Lannister managed to get on the throne after so many years, hopefully, this one wouldn’t prove to be as horrible as the last one was.

Aelyx shook his head at her words. “I have not heard of another threat. I was only told of the Dothraki. And not much at that. Only that they’re coming. I do not know what their kind would be seeking in Westeros. I haven’t heard of a such a thing before.” He knew an ancestor of his had had an involvement with the Dothraki, but he had never heard of them finding themselves on Westerosi ground. 

“I intend on going to the Red Keep, so I could privately speak to the King about it. You don’t need to worry, my lady.”

#replying after 1000 years #he's in 'prince mode' #*( interaction: Alyssa )*

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celtiigar‌:

As the man gave his reasoning for his sudden question, Anya nodded her head to show she was listening. It was an unusual question to have asked, but considering the general mood as of late, she couldn’t fault the man for his curiosity.

“I can’t speak for everyone of course, but there has been a sense of unease at court since we heard the news,” Anya admitted softly, with her companion nodded her head in agreement. “I think most people are afraid of what might happen if they end up reaching us.”

The young man then proceeded to ask which lady they served, before introducing himself as Aelyx Targaryen. The name garnered a response from both women, who seemed surprised, and shared a brief look with one another.

“We served your cousin, Lady Daenys.” Anya informed him. “And I am Anya of House Celtigar. I apologise for not recognising you before, my lord. ” She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “I’m not sure if you remember me or not - it has been a while, after all -  but we met once on Claw Isle. You and your father stayed with us for ten days.”

Nodding at the woman’s words, Aelyx fully realized the panic it would cause if the Dothraki found themselves inside the gates of King’s Landing. No one would be safe. Many of the nobles were now at the capital, he heard that, because of the birth of his sister’s son. The birth of his nephew. A child he hadn’t known existed before his arrival back to Westeros.

A look of surprise appeared on his face at the mention of his cousin. “Oh, you serve Daenys? I guess I’m no longer familiar with her ladies. Different girls were her handmaidens when I was last here.” So much had changed. The household on Dragonstone had had new additions in his absence. His sister was a queen, a wife and a mother. He wondered what else was different.

“Of course I remember you.” He assured her. “You were very kind, Lady Anya.” She seemed grownup to him now. She no longer looked like the pretty young girl he remembered. Her beauty had matured. “I hope I didn’t startle you and your companion.”

#I headcanon that he finds her pretty :D #*( interaction: Anya )*

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beardrecms‌:

      banned had read and re-read the words sent to him, the reports from north of the capital of dothraki of all things.    bannen knew that the dothraki traditionally feared and disliked water, all the lore he had read said as much. they were, effectively, an aggressive army of wildlings from across the narrow seas, at least that was his understanding.      as he was stopped by a fair-haired man not much different in age as himself, he had to pause and think for a moment.    could this be the king that never was, queen rhaena’s brother ?     he’d heard nothing of his arrival… and yet, there was a striking resemblance.

         “ it’s no bother at all, my lord.    there are reports of dothraki on westerosi soil, ”  he said so softly, and vaguely as he was able to - still unsure who this man was and not wanting to cause undue panic.   the king would make the public know the full details at some point, or if not then he was sure queen rhaena would.

       “ have you heard something ? ”

The other man confirmed what Aelyx had been told. The Dothraki had truly arrived in Westeros. But what business did they had there? Conquiring? He would have never expected that. And he considered it foolish if the Dothraki even attempted such a thing. Of course, there were many of them, but they surely did not think they stood a chance, did they?

“I was told the same thing.” Aelyx nodded. “By some knight. He claimed his house had received such news from the King. Of some attack on Westeros by the Dothraki. It felt both strange and worrisome to me when I heard of it.” It was what had him announce his return earlier than he intented. He didn’t feel ready to face his family just yet, but those news couldn’t wait. He couldn’t stay hidden away in an inn while his sister and his cousin hadled the matter.

#*( interaction: bannen )*

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evclyne‌:

—  for  aelyx targaryen ( @aelyx-targaryen. )

       she had hardly put any stock into the rumors of his return. after all, such whispers were passed around at least once an evening in every winesink and alehouse in king’s landing, and even sometimes made their way to the other corners of westeros, but they all proved false in the end ; despite what was said, the prince of dragonstone had stayed adamantly across the narrow sea. now, such rumors rang only more false. how fortuitous would it be, the prince returning on the eve of a dothraki attack, to save the smallfolk like it was in the songs ? no, she reasoned, the tales were just that, stories told to assuage the fear. 

       then why, as she left the royal sept, did she spot such a familiar head of blonde hair ? surely she was not such a weak-willed woman as to go mad at the prolonged thought of a man, certainly not one she had long since given up on. yet his features were unmistakable, leaving her own twisted in distaste for just a moment before she schooled her expression into something more mild. a swift, light-footed approach brought her near enough to confirm her suspicions, eyes doe-wide, lips pressed hesitantly. 

       “ so they speak truly, then, ” she observed, in the timorous voice of a girl still nursing a broken heart. she never wanted his love, only his crown, but if he believed otherwise, guilt or honor might twist him to her advantage. “ the prince of dragonstone has returned at long last. welcome home, your highness. ” she dipped into a careful curtsy, eyes darting to his face for just a moment before fixing upon his shoes. 

It seemed like he had chosen the perfect time to make his return. The capital needed him, his sister needed him. He had spent years ignoring his duties, but Aelyx believed he had no choice and it was better to do so. He didn’t expect to be performing so well anyway. He was sick, he needed to be cured first. 

After the difficult conversation with his sister, the former heir to the throne decided to take a walk around the capital, speak with the people he would see, assure them that everything was going to be fine. Even though he couldn’t guarantee that. They still needed to believe in something, broken spirits were worse. Aelyx considered himself very much a prince, he carried a responsibility to the Westerosi people. He couldn’t just abandon them when the Dothraki threat was upon them.

The voice caught him by surprise. It took him a few moments to focus his gaze on the person who had spoken and recognize the face. “Thank you, Lady Tyrell.” He quickly glanced at the woman, before directing his gaze elsewhere. Aelyx could hardly look at her. He felt guilty of a terrible crime. A couple of years ago she was meant to be his wife. Except for the fact that he never gave her that chance. He didn’t do well by her and he knew it. He didn’t keep his promise. “I hope you are well, despite the current circumstances.”

#he still doesn't know that she's married :P #*( interaction: Evelyne )*

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rhcena‌:

Shock was not the right word to describe what she was feeling, it did not come close to covering how she felt at this moment, but perhaps it was the one word that came the closest. Rhaena had been in her own world, her mind preoccupied with the threat of the Dothraki constantly on her mind. And then there he had been. Aelyx had merely stood there as if he had never left, she had received no letter warning her, nothing to prepare her for this moment of reunion. She blinked several times, trying to tell herself that she was merely dreaming and none of this was real, but then he turned and looked straight at her, their eyes found each other - and she knew, she knew that it was him.

She was angry with him, he had left without offering any explanation, he had left her alone to deal with the repercussions of his choice. He had left her alone to deal with their father’s death, not even finding it fit to return to say one last goodbye to the late king, breaking their father’s heart in the progress. She could ever forgive him for any of that, how was it even possible to forgive someone for causing so much pain, not only for causing pain, but doing so without giving a damn? Aelyx could have written to let her know where he was, to apologise for leaving the burdens of the crown with her despite being the one educated for it, he could have asked her to deliver a final message to their father before death had come to claim him. He had done none of that, her beloved brother had simply left her to cope with everything on her own. It was not right, it was not fair.

It was only now that she stood rooted to the ground beneath them that all those feelings truly surfaced, she had been repressing them for years. She had not known if her brother was even alive during those years, but furthermore, she had none to truly unleash all these grievances upon. None who could possibly hope to understand how it felt to be abandoned and left with those heavy burdens Aelyx had passed on to her. Slowly, she started to approach him, her feet feeling heavier than boulders as she got closer and closer. Rhaena could feel her eyes watering, she had an awful habit of crying when she was really angry, mostly because her true anger only seemed to rear its ugly head when she was deeply hurt.

“How could you?” she said first quietly, but then the anger finally seeped through. He had abandoned her and left her with no explanation, just as their father had made Arryk king and died without giving her an explanation. Why did her closest family disregard her so? Why did they not care? 

“How could you do that to me?!” 

This time the question was repeated in a shout, something which quickly drew attention to the scene playing out, and staff and even some nobles seemed to lurk in the corners. Rhaena wanted to punch him, honestly she did, she wanted to push him straight out of the castle and tell him to never once return. To hell with the close bond they had as siblings, to hell with all the laughs they had shared together with their cousin, to hell with his sour face and pout whenever she beat him at cyvasse. He had been the one to betray all of that. Despite thinking all these horrible things, tears started falling from her eyes. She raised a fist, meaning to punch him in the chest in an effort to push him away and out of the Red Keep, but the impact was not even half of her strength, it was halfhearted and not enough to hurt him. Afterwards, she relented and stubbornly wiped her tears away, refusing to let anymore fall while they had an audience, refusing to let them fall in front of Aelyx.

When she had imagined seeing her brother again, she had so many things she wanted to say, so many things to yell at him about, but at this moment she could think of none of it. She stood silently with cheeks red from burning wrath, wiping away her tears of anger and hurt, exactly as she had when they were younger and he had done something to upset her.  

Shame overtook his body at the sight of his sister. It was not a happy reunion, she didn’t seem overjoyed to see him. Only confusion and shock brought his return. He couldn’t blame her though. He deserved it. He deserved any anger she might feel, even hatred. He knew he had left her in a very uncomfortable position, without even saying farewell to her. As if she hadn’t meant to him as much as she did, as if she was not his sister, but a stranger. He hadn’t bothered to speak to her about his intentions. He was deserving of any negative treatment he might receive from her.

The tears forming in her eyes caused him to drop his gaze down to the floor. Aelyx didn’t want to see his sister cry, knowing that he was the cause of it made him feel disappointment with himself. When he made the choice to leave years ago, he genuinely believed it was for the best. Otherwise, he risked hurting the ones he loved the most. But in the end, it seemed that whatever physical hurt he was afraid of inflicting, the emotional one he had brought about - it looked like to have been much worse. The point of his leave seemed absent at that moment. Looking at his sister, with tears in her eyes. Tears that he put there.

The Targaryen prince didn’t try to defend himself when she reached out and punched him. The blow was so weak. It was understandable. Her hurt was keeping her from having enough strength to seriously cause him physical pain. He did not know what to say to her. Aelyx had made a promise to himself to never reveal his secret, even to those who were closest to him. If only Rhaena knew that he didn’t mean to cause her harm, in fact, his fear of hurting her was what had driven him a way. He believed he was doing her a favour. But she couldn’t read thoughts and he was not brave enough to share what had really happened.

His mouth opened, in an attempt to break the silence between them. “I-” It had been so long, what was he supposed to say to her? Things had changed, they were no longer the same people they used to be. “Do you hate me, Rhaena?” He blurted out the first thing that crossed his mind. But he really wanted to know. If there was still any place in her heart for him, or if he had managed to throw away all of his chances. Aelyx wished he could make things better, but he didn’t know how. It was done. There was no way to erase the past, he could only try to make the present and future better.

#*( interaction: Rhaena )*

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dragconsfire‌:

Fair hair hidden beneath a dark purple scarf, the Targaryen woman had taken to the streets ( accompanied by a guard or two ) early that morning. While she usually would be willing to allow herself to be recognized, today was different.  With the rumor of the Dothraki floating about she wanted to go about her way and allow her mind to drift over her thoughts in peace. This would be a defining moment for the King - with most of the Kingdoms’ nobility stuffing the Capital to the brim he would need to act and do so quickly. 

Utterly distracted, Daenys almost didn’t stop at the question - ready to carry about her merry way - but the familiarity of the voice drew her to an immediate stop. She had been a mixture of furious and heartbroken when she’d heard that her cousin had not only refused the throne but effectively vanished with not so much as a letter home during his time away. And while he might not have immediately recognized her, she would recognize his voice anywhere, so by the time she’d properly processed his question, her hand had risen to give his arm a hard wack - one quickly followed by another.

The action had undoubtedly startled the pair of guards following her because they’d moved from their dedicated distance away. “Lady Daenys-” Cutting them off, her next wack to her cousins arm turned to a fierce poke to the chest. “Alarming? ALARMING? What’s alarming is that you vanished! Just where in seven hells have you been Ael? Worrying your sister and I like that, are you mad?” 

At first, he was shocked by the smacking he received from the woman. Was his question really that intrusive? He tried taking a step back, he would never lay a hand on a woman, so it was better to try to avoid her hitting him again. But when he had a proper look at her, the Targaryen prince finally recognized her. It was his dear cousin. It was Daenys. She hadn’t changed a bit, he thought, not in looks, and certainly not in personality. Daenys seemed feisty to him as always.

“I was, I was in the Free Cities.” He replied, attempting to excuse himself. “I am not mad.” The last sentence was hard for him to pronounce. He knew she didn’t mean it in the way it was true for him. She didn’t know, she couldn’t possibly know. He hasn’t told anyone. She was just upset and looking for answers. But he was in no position to give her said answers. Aelyx didn’t want Daenys to know. It was better for her. He didn’t want anyone to know. And if that strange woman, he met during his travels, has truly cured him, then there was no point in bringing it up. He would rather forget the issue ever existed.

“I didn’t mean to worry you.” It was true, he had done it all to protect them. “But are you done hitting me? Because we have way more important things to be discussing. I was told about the Dothraki invasion. I was told that they’re coming.” Aelyx wanted to know more, wanted to know if there’s anything he could do, anything he could help with. His cousin was bound to have more information, wasn’t she?

#*( interaction: Daenys )*

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celtiigar‌:

The streets seemed particularly crowded with people today, Anya had noted. Given the recent celebrations and the fact that this was the capital, it was to be expected that the streets would be full of people. However, with recent news of the Dothraki horde fast approaching, it seemed that the streets were busier than Anya had come to expect. 

She noted it was probably due to the sense of unease that had befallen the capital since the news had reached them, and that people were beginning to expect. And when you heard of the dreadful things that had happened so far, it was only to be expected that people would panic. Anya herself was rather fearful at the thought of what might happen.

She and another of Daenys’s ladies had been walking down the Hook, when a man beside them, turned and asked them a question, the suddenness of the action caused both of the women to jump.

Quickly regaining her composure, Anya managed to sneak a quick glance at the young man. He was a handsome man and cut an impressive figure in his fine clothes. There was also something familiar about him that Anya couldn’t quite place.

“Do you mean the news about the Dothraki?” Anya inquired, answering for the two women. “We’ve heard some news, and it troubles us both greatly. We’ve been trying to distract ourselves by throwing ourselves into helping our lady.”

Aelyx nodded at the woman’s response. Was she from King’s Landing? The crownlands? He could swear he had seen her before, but couldn’t place a name to the face. She looked rather sweet though and had been kind enough to genuinely answer his question.

“Yes, the Dothraki. I was told about them too and want to know how other people feel about them. If there’s a massive fear.” He wondered if the woman thought he sounded weird. Just a strange man who stopped her and her companion to ask them questions that may or may not feel personal to them. Should he introduce himself? So she wouldn’t worry that he’s a complete stranger or a foreigner. His Valyrian features were not common in Westeros. But the lady didn’t seem to be able to properly guess who he is, if she knew, she could have said something already.

Aelyx decided to inquire about who was that lady the woman was talking about. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but who is that lady of yours? The one you’re helping? I’m Aelyx Targaryen. You don’t have to fear me.” She might have not met him, but she must have certainly heard of him.

#Sorry this is bad #My muse is weird #*( interaction: Anya )*

[aelyx-targaryen]

( ♛ truth serum ) Have you ever laid with anyone?

“Yes, I have. I believe quite a few people have been curious at some point and decided not to wait until marriage. No matter how unwilling a lot of them are to admit such a thing. But I have never done it while betrothed. It’s one thing to do it as an unmarried lad when you can’t harm anyone, and another when you’re supposed to share your soul, body and heart with another person. The latter would be a disgrace.”

#Aelyx judges everyone who cheats #Just so you know :P #Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

(♛ truth serum ) : do you fear yourself?

“Immensely. I am afraid of what I might do. That the sickness is not truly under control. If it proves to be true, I may end up having to leave Westeros again, so I wouldn’t pose a risk to anyone around me. I have heard and read enough to know what the sickness which runs in the Targaryen blood can do. I do not wish to turn into that.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

(♛ truth serum ) : will you marry?

“As I have already said, that is something I am still considering. If I continue on being well. I suppose it would be good for House Targaryen to have more heirs.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

( ♛ truth serum ) : what do you think of religion?

“I do not think much of it. The Faith of the Seven is worshipped in most parts of Westeros and that was the religion I was brought up with. But I wouldn’t call myself very pious. Personally, I have no problem with anyone worshipping whichever god they want to worship.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

(♛ truth serum ) : what will you do with your life, now that you're not going to be king?

“I was told I’m the ruling lord of Dragonstone. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll rule Dragonstone. I will also be careful with myself. In case it comes back.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

(♛ truth serum ) : do you believe there are still dragons out there somewhere?

“I don’t know. Maybe. In my opinion, it would be great if there were. I have always enjoyed the stories the maesters told about dragons when I was growing up.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

( ♛ truth serum ) : are you looking for a wife?

“I am not completely sure how wise that is. I feel well again, but I need some time to think. But I do understand that I would probably need a wife. House Targaryen needs it. My sister’s babe has the name Lannister, not Targaryen. The same will be for any other children she might have. While my cousin Daenys, she’s a woman too, she and her children will have the same fate. It all falls on me, to continue the line with heirs who carry the Targaryen name. I do not wish for House Targaryen to disappear and be forgotten. So I suppose, I should eventually look for a wife. If I continue on feeling well.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

( ♛ truth serum ) : have you ever been in love?

“I don’t think so. There were a lot of ladies that I have liked and found charming. Especially my former betrothed. But I do not think I have ever truly loved any one of them.”

#Anonymous

[aelyx-targaryen]

( ♛ truth serum ) why weren't you married to your sister? do you wish you were?

“Targaryens do not have to marry each other. This is not a law. Even though it has been a tradition in my house for a very long time. My parents willed for my sister and I to marry other people. And to answer the second question, I never gave marrying my sister much thought. So I never wanted or not wanted to marry her.”

#Anonymous