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fragileheartbeats · 3 months

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Can you make an original Valyria house (like Targaryen and Velaryons). A house that had the most beautiful people and rode ice dragons?

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐑 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

─ 𝘐𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𖤐

─ 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𖤐

House Celestyr, descended from the ancient and mystical bloodlines of Old Valyria, stood as a beacon of beauty and grace amidst the dragonlords of their age. Their sigil, a majestic ice dragon mid-flight encircled by a ring of stars on a field of iridescent blue, symbolized their affinity for the heavens and the frozen beasts they tamed. Their words, "Beyond the Flame, Our Essence Soars," whispered of their nature, transcending the fiery passions of their kin to embrace the ethereal and the intellectual. The members of House Celestyr were paragons of ethereal beauty and physical perfection, their stature towering and their features fine. Their senses were sharp, able to detect the faintest whisper of a threat or the subtlest of nature's wonders. Resilient to the ravages of time and ailment, they were the embodiment of the Valyrian ideal, their slender forms housing a strength that belied their graceful appearance. Their connection to the ice dragons of the Shivering Sea, creatures as rare and enigmatic as the house itself, granted them a dominion over realms both frostbitten and arcane. The Celestyrs were lovers of the world's innate splendor, drawn to the sea's endless depths and the night sky's diamond brilliance. Their home, the Fortress of Frostfire, was a marvel of architecture, perched upon the edge of the world where the sea kissed the stars. Libraries and gardens adorned its halls, reflecting the house's unquenchable thirst for knowledge and beauty. Yet, the Celestyrs were not untouched by flaw. Their pursuit of perfection could breed a dangerous pride, and their hearts, though resistant to darkness, were not immune to the lures of power and vanity. It was their challenge to navigate the fine line between their noble pursuits and the temptations that came with their gifts. Among them, the most radiant was Valyra Celestyr, a name that echoed her house's affinity with the skies above. Daughter of a Targaryen princess and a Celestyr king, she possessed a beauty that seemed to cast a spell over all who beheld her. Her hair was a cascade of gold-silver strands that shone with the light of the stars her ancestors adored, and her eyes, a shimmering violet, held the depth of the cosmos. Valyra was the epitome of her house's virtues, a lover of nature, art, and the mysteries of the world. Her intellect was as renowned as her beauty, and her presence was as soothing as the sea breeze. But it was not just her mind and looks that drew people to her; Valyra's spirit, kind and unassuming, was a stark contrast to the ambition and intrigue that often surrounded her. The history of House Celestyr is a tapestry woven with threads of light and shadow, its legacy enduring in the legends of a people who soared beyond the reach of fire, to dance with dragons in the frost-kissed heavens. Their tale is a reminder of the beauty and peril that come with extraordinary gifts, and of the eternal dance between the lofty stars and the mortal hearts that aspire to reach them.

Chapter 1

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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You house have a flag or something?

If you want to know more about my house click here

House Celestyr tag list: @emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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Were there any members of the house who’s beauty was more of a curse than a gift to them?

Warning: rape, abuse, murder, force crossdressing?

Alaenya II "the cursed"

Before she was born, a seer had predicted that if the child is a boy, he will be a worthy and powerful person with a bright future, but if the child is a girl, she will be a curse and people will go mad after seeing her and she would have a painful and horrible death. After she was born, her father imprisoned her in her room for her safety. She wasn't allowed to leave her room, and if a maid entered her room, she had to cover her face. But one day her older brother Aevon II, who was a carefree person, sneaked into her room to congratulate her 18th birthday. And then he falled in love with her in first sight. After that Aevon changed. He killed his little brother, r@ped Alaenya, poisoned his father and took the throne. He imprisoned Alaenya in a room without any windows and r@ped her every day. Then she became pregnant. Alaenya gave birth to her son but she died in childbirth. After that Aevon could not accept the reality and kept his wife's body and pretended that she was alive (he even had sex with her corpse).

Alaenya III "the man who never was" "the woman " "the Ruthless"

Alaenya III was the son of Alaenya II and Aevon II. His face was exactly like his mother's. And after Aevon accepted the truth about his wife's death, he forced his son to wear his mother's clothes and act like her (like a girl). He imprisoned his son like his mother and everyone thought that he was a woman and not a man. His father did not feed him much because he did not want him to grow up (he didn't want his body to change). He didn't want to lost his beautiful daughter son like his wife. He tormented his son a lot and then his son killed him and take the throne.

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒐�� 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏.

In the desolate expanse of the White Waste, where the bitter winds whispered tales of forgotten glory, Maesella stood alone, her slender frame shrouded in layers of furs against the biting cold. The icy breath of winter nipped at her skin, a relentless reminder of the harshness of the world beyond the sheltering walls of her homeland.

Yet amidst the unforgiving landscape, Maesella's thoughts were consumed not by the biting cold, but by the searing pain that wracked her body. With each passing moment, the pangs of childbirth grew more intense, a relentless tide threatening to engulf her in its icy embrace.

She had fled to the frozen wastes in a desperate bid to escape the clutches of her enemies, seeking refuge in the barren expanse where even the bravest dared not tread. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for her, for now she found herself alone and vulnerable, the weight of impending motherhood bearing down upon her like a crushing avalanche.

As the first faint whispers of dawn painted the sky in hues of pale pink and gold, Maesella's body convulsed with agony, her cries lost amidst the howling winds. With trembling hands, she clutched at her swollen belly, feeling the life within stir with restless energy.

But even as the first cries of new life echoed through the frozen air, Maesella felt the cold fingers of death creeping ever closer, a specter lurking at the edges of her consciousness. Blood pooled beneath her, staining the pristine snow crimson, a stark contrast to the purity of the world around her.

With each labored breath, Maesella's vision blurred and wavered, the world fading in and out of focus like a distant dream. Yet amidst the haze of pain and exhaustion, one thought burned bright and true in her mind: the safety of her children, her precious babes born of dragon blood.

As the cold tendrils of winter wrapped around her, Maesella's breath grew shallow, her strength waning with each passing moment. Yet, even in the throes of her own mortality, her gaze remained fixed upon the precious lives she had brought into this world.

Twin souls, born of her flesh and blood, nestled within her arms, their innocent eyes reflecting the world's first kiss of starlight.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gazed upon the twins she had brought into this world, their tiny forms a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape. Her slender fingers trembled as she stroked the tiny faces of her children, their eyes wide with innocence, oblivious to the perilous world into which they had been born.

"Forgive me," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "Forgive me for the world I have brought you into."

Maesella's heart ached with a love so fierce it threatened to consume her. She pressed her lips to the foreheads of her children, tasting the salt of her tears as she whispered words of love and protection, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Sshh, my darlings," Maesella whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are the light of my life, the hope in this darkness." She stroked their soft hair, silver and blonde like the dawn's first light, and pressed tender kisses upon their tiny foreheads.

The twins, oblivious to their mother's anguish, gazed up at her with wide, innocent eyes, their tiny fingers grasping at her trembling hands. Maesella smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with love for these precious souls.

In the depths of her despair, Maesella's thoughts turned to her beloved brother, Jacaelar, the one who had protected her, loved her, and ultimately sacrificed everything for her. She recalled the memory of their last embrace, the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his eyes as he whispered words of love and devotion.

"Maesella, my dear sister," he had said, his voice soft and tender, "no matter what trials may come, remember that you are loved. I would give my life for you, without hesitation, without regret."

She clung to the memory, the pain of loss cutting through her like a blade. She longed for the comfort of her brother's embrace, his strength to shield her from the cruel whims of fate.

And then, amidst the stillness of the cold land, a great shadow loomed overhead, a behemoth of legends. The beast descended from the heavens, its crystalline scales shimmering in the light, its eyes a frigid blue that pierced the soul.

Maesella's heart clenched with fear and sorrow as she beheld the creature before her, yet she did not falter. With a trembling hand, she offered herself to the dragon, a sacrifice in exchange for her children's safety.

"Take me, mighty one," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread in the chill air. "But spare my children, I beg of you. Let them live, and I shall go willingly into the night."

And as the beast's jaws closed around her, swallowing her whole, Maesella's final thoughts were of her beloved brother, Jacaelar, and the bond they had shared in life. She remembered the days they had spent together, exploring the beauty of world and dreaming of a future filled with love and joy.

"I will see you again, my dear love," she whispered, her voice fading into the cold embrace of death. "In the stars, where we shall be together once more."

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

House Celestyr tag list: @emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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Idea: One of the women was so beautiful that men would take their lives when she didn't accept their proposals. She tried to prevent more of this by mutilating her face. She eventually found a husband who loved her for her inner beauty.

Ok so I had an idea like this, not exactly that but something like this.

It's a sad love story between Magaron I "the blind king" and his sister, Daenela. Daenela was a very beautiful woman and she was proud of her beauty. She was calm, kind and gentle. On the other hand, Magaron was a careless, irresponsible and perverted young man with anger issues. He didn't care about anything but his prostitutes and his wine. He was nothing like others Celestyr. He was a disgrace to his family. While Daenela was the golden child. Everyone loved her unlike Magaron who was hated by everyone but his prostitutes.

Magaron hated his sister, she had everything that he didn't. His life was getting worse day by day because of his alcoholism. He would get so drunk that he would even forget his name, and most of the time he would come back with a bloodied face and he was always dirty and disgusting.

But his kind sister always took care of his wounds, cleaned him and put him to sleep. Even though Magaron always humiliated her when he was sober. One of these nights, when Daenela was cleaning his head wound, Magaron turned to her and asked with teary eyes: Do you pity me?... That's why you're pretend to care?...

But before Daenela could answer he started crying, it was the first time Daenela had ever seen her brother cry. Daenela hugged him and said that he is her brother and she loves him because they are of the same blood. Magaron hugged her too and apologized to her while crying.

The next day they woke up in each other arms. After that, Magaron's behavior gradually changed. He stopped drinking, accepted his responsibilities as an heir, stopped going to brothels, and most importantly, his behavior towards his sister changed a lot. He slowly falled in love with her and that was the reason why he changed. Everything was going very well, until in an accident, half of Daenela's face was horribly scarred. Her face was so terrible that little children cried when they saw her face. So she locked herself in her room.

Now it was as if they have swap place. Everyone praised Magaron for his efforts while hating Daenela's face. Magaron was finally accepted by his family, it was everything he ever wanted but... But that was before he fell in love with her. He changed his life for her and she doesn't even see it.

He did everything to get Daenela back to her old self, he slept in front of her door at night and begged during the day. But nothing worked. Until one day Daenela told him that she doesn't want her lover to look at her face with his eyes. Magaron then take out his own eyes, and gave them to Daenela, saying that his eyes were only for her, no matter if she was beautiful or not.

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮

Sixteen winters have passed since that day. In the shadowed cradle of a world untouched by the warmth of the sun, the twins roamed the icy barrens like phantoms of the frost. Born of blood and ice, their lives had unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of their draconic guardian, a beast of legend whose breath was death's cold whisper. The twins knew not the touch of human hand nor the soft cadence of the spoken word; their language was the howl of the wind, the crack of ice, and the silent understanding that passed between them like the secret whispers of the stars. No names graced their lips, for in the language of the winds and the wild, names were as fleeting as the breath that bore them.

Their days were a testament to the savage beauty of survival, a dance with death played out upon the endless white. They hunted with ferocity of the wild, their bodies honed by the relentless pursuit of the fleet-footed hare and the sharp-clawed bear. Naked they roamed, their skin kissed by the frost, wearing only the silver and blonde crowns bestowed upon them by their lineage. They moved with a grace that belied their savage existence, their bodies honed by the relentless pursuit of survival. They were creatures of instinct, their senses sharp as the frost. Silver hair cascaded down their backs, untouched and unbound, a river of moonlight in the eternal twilight of their world. Their eyes, a haunting echo of Valyria's lost glory, gleamed with a feral light, silver and purple orbs reflecting the endless dance of predator and prey.The cold was a constant companion, yet it bowed before them, for they were of the ice, born to its embrace.

The twins hunted as one, their movements a symphony of silent death. The ice beneath their feet whispered tales of ancient hunts, of blood spilled and lives taken in the eternal cycle of survival. They feasted on the raw flesh of the seals that dared to bask on the ice, their teeth tearing through skin and sinew with primal savagery. The taste of blood, warm and life-giving, was the sacrament of their existence, a communion with the land that bore them.

They communed with the world and each other through gestures and looks, a language born of necessity and the purest form of understanding. They needed no words to convey the depth of their bond, for their souls were intertwined, two halves of a whole forged in the crucible of their shared existence. Their language was the unspoken bond of soul and glance, a communion of spirits entwined by shared blood. They spoke in the rustle of leaves, the crack of ice, the sigh of the wind through the desolate wastes. Theirs was the vocabulary of the wild, a tapestry of sounds and silence that spoke of deep, unbreakable bonds.

The dragon, their guardian and guide, watched over them with a presence as ancient as the mountains. Under her shadow, the twins knew no fear, their lives intertwined with the leviathan of frost and snow. They rode upon her back, her wings beating a rhythm that echoed in the very marrow of their bones, a song of freedom and flight that filled their souls with exhilarating terror. Each day, they roamed the wastes on the backs of their dragon kin, the sky their dominion, the earth their hunting ground. They hunted as the dragons did, striking from above with lethal grace, their prey unable to escape the shadow of death that descended upon them. Fish from the frozen rivers, hares that darted across the snow—no creature was safe from their hunger.

On the day that destiny's hand would steer their course anew, the sky above was a tapestry of brooding clouds, the sun a forgotten memory. The twins ventured forth upon the back of their dragon mother, her scales a labyrinth of frozen light. They soared above the world, masters of all they surveyed, until the whims of fate cast them down. They were aloft, the wind in their hair, the world spread out below them like a tapestry of ice and snow.

The boy, in his curiosity and boldness, leaned too far, reaching for a glimpse of eternity in the abyss below, laughing into the wind as they ascended into the heavens. And in that moment, the bond that tethered him to safety snapped, and he was swallowed by the void. A sudden gust, stronger and more treacherous than any they had known, caught them unawares. The dragon faltered, its wings buffeted by the relentless force of the wind. And then, in a moment that stretched into eternity, the boy was gone, torn from the dragon's back and sent plummeting into the abyss below. His sister's cry was a thing of raw anguish, a sound that would haunt the winds forevermore. She watched, powerless, as her brother fell, his body a mere speck against the vastness of the world.

The girl's cry pierced the veil of snow and ice, a wail of loss and despair that shook the very foundations of their world. She watched, heart shorn in twain, as the sea consumed her other half, the boy who was her mirror, her soul's echo. The dragon circled, a silent mother, its mournful cry a lament for the child it had failed to save.

As he fell, the world around him a blur of white and grey, the sea below, a maw of churning darkness, opened to claim him, swallowing his form with indifferent hunger. He struck the sea with a force that turned his body to fire, the cold waters closing over him in a shroud of death. But death was not yet ready to claim him. The cold seeped into his bones, a herald of the end, yet it was in this embrace that he found clarity. The memory of a voice, soft and sorrowful, filled his mind. He saw her as if through a veil of dreams, her face alight with love and pain as she whispered to her children. Her lips pressed against their foreheads, a benediction and a burden all at once.

Yet, even as darkness claimed him, he did not feel fear. In the space between breaths, in the quiet heart of the storm, he heard her voice again, a lullaby of the night sky, of stars and secrets and the boundless love that endured beyond the veil.

"Forgive me," she whispered, her voice the warmth in the cold, the light in the dark. "Forgive me, my darlings, for the world I have brought you into."

And he closed his eyes.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

House Celestyr tag list: @emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation

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Can we get more about Jaenyx?

# 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐗 ☆

To serve is to bleed, to love is to kill. Such is the fate of those who kneel before queen.

Jaenyx possessed a breathtakingly beautiful countenance that captivated all who beheld him. His features were meticulously sculpted, each element harmonizing flawlessly to create an aura of ethereal allure.

With silvery-golden wavy hair cascading in soft waves around his chiseled face, Jaenyx exuded an otherworldly radiance. His locks shimmered like spun silk under the sun's gentle caress, framing his visage with an enchanting glow.

His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of amethyst and sapphire, held depths of mystery and intensity that drew observers into their spellbinding gaze. Sparkling with an inner light, they reflected the shifting hues of the sky, adding an enigmatic allure to his already captivating presence.

A refined nose, straight and elegant, accentuated his symmetrical features, while full, plush lips, adorned with a delicate mole lent a touch of sensuality to his angelic face.

Jaenyx's complexion was like alabaster, smooth and flawless, radiating a porcelain-like luminosity that seemed untouched by the passage of time. His skin, unblemished and pristine, bore the mark of ethereal perfection, drawing admiration from all who beheld him.

Tall and statuesque, Jaenyx possessed a slender yet muscular physique that moved with a grace and fluidity reminiscent of a dancer. His narrow waist and sculpted form exuded an aura of strength and elegance, commanding attention wherever he went.

In every aspect, Jaenyx was a vision of unparalleled beauty, a living embodiment of grace and allure that left an indelible impression on all who had the privilege of beholding him.

Jaenyx's obsession with Daenerys was all-consuming, a fervent devotion that bordered on worship. Freed from the shackles of slavery by Daenerys's benevolent act, Jaenyx latched onto her with unwavering loyalty and adoration, viewing her not only as his savior but as a deity incarnate.

Every word uttered by Daenerys was gospel to Jaenyx, every action she took revered as divine decree. He hung on her every whim, his sole purpose in life becoming the fulfillment of her desires. Her kindness towards him ignited a fervent devotion within him, one that knew no bounds and brooked no dissent.

Driven by an insatiable desire to please his queen, Jaenyx went to great lengths to prove his loyalty, often resorting to extreme measures to demonstrate his devotion. His actions, though fueled by love and adoration, often bordered on obsession, blurring the lines between devotion and possession.

Jaenyx's obsession with Daenerys manifested in possessive and jealous tendencies, as he fiercely guarded her honor and perceived threats to her safety with unbridled ferocity. He saw himself as her unwavering protector, willing to go to any lengths to shield her from harm, even if it meant resorting to violence or bloodshed.

For him, there was no greater purpose than to serve his queen, to bask in the light of her grace and favor for all eternity.

Excuse me, my lady, but may I steal a moment of your time to admire your grace and beauty?

Indeed, Jaenyx possessed a charming wit and flirtatious demeanor that added an extra layer of intrigue to his character. With a silver-tongued eloquence and a mischievous twinkle in his captivating eyes, he effortlessly charmed those around him, weaving a web of allure and enchantment wherever he went.

His wit was sharp as a dagger, his words dripping with playful banter and clever repartee that never failed to elicit laughter and admiration from those in his presence. Jaenyx had a knack for turning even the most mundane conversations into delightful exchanges filled with humor and charm, leaving his companions dazzled by his quick wit and infectious charisma.

But it was his flirtatious nature that truly set Jaenyx apart, his effortless charm and magnetic presence drawing admirers like moths to a flame. Whether exchanging playful banter with courtiers or engaging in intimate tête-à-têtes with his queen, Jaenyx exuded an irresistible allure that left hearts aflutter and pulses racing.

His flirtatious antics were as charming as they were irresistible, his playful teasing and coy smiles leaving a trail of smitten admirers in his wake. Jaenyx knew just how to play the game of love, his smooth words and seductive gestures leaving those around him enraptured by his magnetic charm.

Yet, beneath his playful facade lay a heart fiercely devoted to his queen, his flirtatious banter merely a mask to conceal the depth of his affection. For Jaenyx, every flirtatious quip and coy smile was but a testament to his unwavering devotion to the one woman who held his heart captive – Daenerys, his queen, his goddess, his everything.

Blood stains my hands, but it is the color of devotion.

For Daenerys, Jaenyx would willingly plunge into the depths of darkness, committing unspeakable acts in her name. He would silence dissenters with ruthless efficiency, eliminating anyone who dared to oppose her rule or question her authority. His methods were brutal and merciless, but in his eyes, they were necessary sacrifices to ensure her safety and supremacy.

Jaenyx's bloodthirsty nature was unleashed in defense of Daenerys, as he prowled the shadows like a silent predator, ready to strike down any who dared to harm her. His ferocity knew no bounds when it came to protecting his queen, his loyalty driving him to acts of savagery that would make even the bravest warriors tremble in fear.

S-sorry, I-I didn't mean to stare... it's just, um, you're very... um, beautiful.

Despite his fierce exterior and acts of cruelty in her name, Jaenyx's demeanor transformed into one of timidness and vulnerability in the presence of Daenerys, revealing a deeply ingrained sense of reverence and adoration for his queen.

In Daenerys's presence, Jaenyx's stoic facade crumbled, leaving behind a shy and bashful demeanor that betrayed the depth of his affection for her. His cheeks would flush a rosy hue, his heart racing like a wild stallion, as he found himself unable to meet her gaze without feeling a surge of overwhelming emotion.

The mere touch of Daenerys's hand upon his own would send shivers down Jaenyx's spine, leaving him trembling with nervous anticipation. His words would falter and stumble, his tongue tied in knots, as he struggled to articulate his thoughts in her divine presence.

If Daenerys were to ever ignore or overlook him, Jaenyx would be overcome with a profound sense of desolation and despair, his heart breaking at the thought of being cast aside by the object of his unwavering devotion. Tears would well up in his eyes, his soul laid bare before her, as he yearned for nothing more than her acknowledgment and affection.

Despite his fearsome reputation and acts of cruelty, Jaenyx was but a vulnerable soul, hopelessly ensnared by the enchanting allure of his queen. In her presence, he was but a lost puppy, eager for her love and approval, willing to endure any hardship or humiliation if only to bask in the radiant warmth of her affection.

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Is there any bad member of house celestyr?!

⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗻 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 ✮

He had grown up with the thought of revenge for his father's death. His mother, Naesa Celestyr, was captured by Maegor The Cruel and was forced to marry him. Naesa and Aevon were supposed to marry each other. Aevon was about to go to a war but before leaving he slept with his sister, Naesa. And Naesa became pregnant. When Maegor forced her to marry him, he didn't know she was pregnant. Naesa died in childbirth, but Maegor was so happy because of his son. Maegor named him Matavon. When Maegor was killed by Aevon, he swore to avenge his father's death. He didn't know that Aevon was his father. He did many horrible things and killed many innocent people. Although he was not related to Maegor by blood, he had his personality. He was the one who started the third period of Frozen Inferno War and caused many deaths and misery.

⭒ 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 ✮

She was manipulative and had a deep hatred for Targaryens even though her father was one. She especially hated Rhaenyra, her sister. She was also a sadist. She enjoys torturing others. She slept with Daemon just to torment Rhaenyra. She was very beautiful and behaved very well in front of others, but all this was just a mask that she put on to hide her true self. She had a beautiful but dangerous she-dragon named Silver tail. her dragon was beautiful with shining silver scales, which shone like melting silver in the light, and ruby red wing membranes. When Aegon was two years old, Selaehra gave him Silver tail's only egg, which was Sunfyre. And in doing so, she not only tormented Rhaenyra, but marked her side by calling young Aegon the king. "A golden egg for a golden king" she said. She made many people like Rhaenyra, Alicent and especially Aegon miserable and she did so many horrible things.

⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 ✮

He was a prince with a very beautiful face. Many people considered him to be the most beautiful man born in the history of the Celestyrs. Not only was he beautiful but he was charismatic, witty, flirty and a good swordsman. But he was very greedy, he did everything to sit on the iron throne, and he did but this had a great price. One day he fell ill. His body was burning with fever and his headache was terrible. But then a witch told him that if he feeds on humans, he will be fine. And he did and it worked. Then he changed slowly. One moment he was laughing like a madman and the next moment he was crying. Some servants even said that they could hear him talking to himself in the middle of night. One night he had a bad dream. And the same witch told him that the interpretation of his dream is that a son will be born from house of Celestyr who will kill him. So he beheaded all his family members, men, women and children.

⭒ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙭 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘨 ✮

He was a slave that Daenerys had freed. When he was a slave, he was trained to be a savage killer, just like an animal. He was also horribly tortured for a long time. So when Daenerys freed him and showed him kindness, he became obsessed with her (he literally saw her as his god and worshipped her). He was very loyal and would do whatever Daenerys asked. But he was not an obeyed pet. One time he gouged out a man's eyes just for looking at his queen in wrong way and gave them to Daenerys as a gift. He was very bloodthirsty and crazy. He had no mercy and did whatever he thought was right (which were never right).

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Matavon dance with y/n

As Matavon stood in the grand ballroom, his gaze piercing through the throngs of dancing nobles, he caught sight of Lady Y/n gliding gracefully across the floor. With a predatory grace, he made his way towards her, his steps purposeful and determined.

"Lady Y/n," he spoke, his voice low and commanding, "a moment of your time, if you would be so kind."

His words hung in the air like a dark omen, drawing her attention with their magnetic allure. Lady Y/n turned to face him, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the King standing before her.

"Your Grace," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, "to what do I owe this honor?"

Matavon's lips curled into a dangerous smirk as he extended his hand towards her. "A dance, my lady," he said, his tone laced with a hint of menace. "I believe it is customary for the king to grace his subjects with his presence on such occasions."

With a hesitant nod, Lady Y/n placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor. As they moved in sync to the rhythm of the music, Matavon's grip tightened around her waist, his touch possessive and demanding.

"You are a vision of beauty, Lady Y/n," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding. "But beauty is fleeting, is it not? One must seize it before it fades away."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure in the presence of such overwhelming power.

But before she could respond, Matavon abruptly released her, his demeanor shifting from seductive charm to icy disdain in an instant.

"Forgive me, my lady," he said, his voice cold and detached. "It seems I have grown tired of this charade. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode from the ballroom, leaving Y/n standing alone amidst the swirling sea of dancers. And as the music continued to play and the festivities carried on without him, Matavon retreated into the shadows, a solitary figure consumed by the darkness of his own twisted heart.

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idea: What do you think about a prophecy like Aegon's prophecy for your own house?

Rhaevar I was on his deathbed staring at the ceiling with tear filled eyes. He stretched out his trembling hands towards the mirror and whispered with his eyes wide open, shining like starlight:

Listen, for the winds whisper secrets of impending doom, a tale of one hundred and ten thousand and then ten thousand more, seeds of wrath sown by the hands of malice.

Behold, those vile progeny, borne of darkness and scorn, shall descend upon my realm, bearing flags of oppression and robes blackened by the sun's cruel gaze. Their lineage obscured, their origins shrouded in the mists of deceit, they shall come with sorcery and false promises, intent on sundering the lands I, Rhaevar, have nurtured.

They defile and pollute, leaving homes and fields in ruins, transforming once vibrant lands into desolate wastelands. Joy and reverence dissipate, faith and covenant shattered, as the wicked lineage rises to power, tearing asunder the fabric of righteousness that I have woven into existence.

Cities shall crumble, wells run dry, scholars fall to ash, and the flames of knowledge shall be extinguished by their unholy touch. They shall defile the sanctity of home and hearth, turning verdant fields to desolate wastes, and my sacred flame shall be snuffed out, leaving naught but ashes in its wake.

In their wake, a wasteland shall bloom, where once grand villages stood, now naught but bones and dust remain. Joy shall flee from the hearts of children, and reverence for the elderly shall wither like leaves in autumn's chill. Their words shall ring hollow, their deeds black as the night, for they are faithless, betrayers of the Creator's covenant.

When this world approaches its end and the time of their birth is near, the days, months, and years will grow shorter, and the day and night will alternate and the sun will become more straight and hidden, they will invite the dead, and spread the dead.

In the darkest hour, they shall rise to power, pitting kin against kin in a ceaseless cycle of strife. They shall spurn righteousness and embrace wickedness, honoring their own lineage while casting mine as lowly. Birds shall be revered more than my kin, and the faithful shall be branded as heretics in their twisted creed.

And they will commit many sins, such as slavery and intimacy with unfaithful women, and they will make it common, and they will engage in idolatry and commit many vile acts.

When storms and violent winds come at their time, the rain will not fall as it should, except that it will bring pollution to the land and bring evil creatures with it. the rivers and streams will dry up, and it will not bring an increase, except that it will bring destruction with it. and the cattle, sheep, and goats will bear less and what they bear will be smaller and less skilled, and they will carry less weight and have less fur and tighter skin, and they will not yield milk, and their fat will decrease.

and the celebrations and customs of the past will change and the customs they follow will be weak and without belief.

when the time comes and their destruction is at hand, the mouth of Himelios will open and release all that they have hidden in their hearts of iron, silver, gold, copper, and jewels, the rule of this land will fall into the hands of evil and even the righteous rulers will follow the ways of those with evil deeds, and the kingship shall pass from them into the hands of bandits and rebels, and, the kingship of these evil ones shall spread, and if they kill a righteous in their stead, it will be as if killing a fly in their eyes.

And when the time comes for their destruction, these evil ones will be destroyed like a tree shedding its leaves on a cold winter night, and their destruction will be complete.

for in the hour of reckoning, the heavens shall weep tears of fire, and the earth shall open to swallow the wicked whole. The rule of kings shall crumble, and even dragons will fly away. Yet from the ashes, a child shall rise, born of my blood, destined to bring hope to a world shrouded in darkness.

his father will be of the fire lineage, and he will seek the help of winter in north, this child will come into the world when he reaches nine and will have a conversation with me. in that night, a sign will appear in the world. the stars will rain down and a new star will appear in the sky, visible to all.

And in that night, his father will die, and he will be raised by noble women.

many young people from my land will return to the ways of their ancestors and many will be killed and lost for this crime.

When Mars reaches its zenith and Venus falls, armies shall gather to claim the promised one's birthright. this promised savior shall emerge, heralding the final battle where the Shivering Sea shall run red with the blood of the righteous and the wicked alike.

And then a tear fell from his eye and he closed his eyes to the world forever.

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NSFW ALPHABET FOR MATAVON PLEASEIREALLY LIKEHIM 😭

# 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝐴𝐿𝑃𝐻𝐴𝐵𝐸𝑇 ☆

ʚ 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘠𝘌𝘕 ɞ

𝐴 𝄖 𝘈𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭

It really depends on whether he loves you or not and your situation.

Matavon is a sadistic psychopath, he is also a clean freak. He thinks prostitutes are dirty, so he doesn't go to them unless he wants to relieve anger, and when that happens, they either die or can't go on with their lives anymore. So after sex, your grave is waiting for you.

On the other hand if you're a noble lady, expect a romantic and seductive Matavon. Matavon probably approached you for a personal purpose and you are an important piece in his game, so he treats you well. He orders the servants to bring you food and water and cleans you. stays with you until you sleep, he caresses you but leaves you when you fall asleep. Don't expect more than that.

But if he's in love with you... Congratulations, you have won the golden ticket. He first makes sure if you are fine or not (he knows himself). Then he prepares a hot bath. You both clean each other and this is one of the rare times when you can see a side of him that no one has seen, he probably laughs like an innocent child and his eyes sparkle with happiness. After bath, he neither dresses himself nor lets you dress, he enjoys skin-skin touch, it makes him feel closer to you. He probably have you cock warming him. He whispers softly in your ear (in valerian) and cuddles you until you fall asleep, he then kiss you, hugs you tightly and falls asleep.

𝐵 𝄖 𝘉𝘖𝘋𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩

He's a bit of a narcissist and loves everything about himself, but if he have to choose, it's probably his chest and abs. They are in perfect shape and muscular and he has seen how others stare at them, also his nickname "untouchable" refers to how no sword or weapon could even make a scratch on his chest. So yeah...

He's a thigh man. He loves their softness. He likes to smack, kiss, bite and suck them. He also loves when you wrap them around his head while he eat you out.

𝐶 𝄖 𝘊𝘜𝘔 𐙚 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙪𝙢

He always finishes inside you (if he loves you ofc). Even when you sucking him off he won't cum until he's in you. He have a breeding kink and wants to make you pregnant as soon as possible.

𝐷 𝄖 𝘋𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛 𐙚 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

Even though he's a clean freak, he has no problem with period sex. He even eat you out if you ask him. (He knows it can help with your pain)

𝐸 𝄖 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

He slept with experienced women a few times when he was a teenager (he wanted to learn what to do). But after he learned what to do, he only slept with virgins (and sometimes prostitutes). He is not someone who cares about sex, but he is experienced and a fast learner. He knows how to make you cry and scream.

𝐹 𝄖 𝘍𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𐙚 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩

Any position were he can face you. He likes to see your expressions, he likes to see the tears in your eyes and how your eyes roll back. He love to see how he make you feel. He also like to kiss you or lick your tears when you cry.

𝐺 𝄖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘍𝘠 𐙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨

He likes to tease you and mock you. Sometimes he would do it in a baby voice and then laugh at your face as if it's the funniest thing in the world.

'Aw, does little babe want her mommy? Maybe some milk? You're nothing but a pathetic little girl, aren't you?'

'I bet you've had every man in this kingdom between your legs. How does it feel to be everyone's little plaything?'

'Oh, don't cry,' 'You're ruining my fun. Now, let's finish up so I can move on to someone who actually pleases me.'

'Ah, my little whore. How pathetic you must feel, lying there like a helpless little lamb waiting to be sacrificed,'

'You think you're worth anything, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, my dear. You are nothing but a worthless whore, bought and paid for like a common piece of meat,'

'And you know what the funny thing is, my dear? I don't even need you. I could snap my fingers and have you replaced in an instant. So remember that, the next time you think you have any value.'

𝐻 𝄖 𝘏𝘈𝘐𝘙 𐙚 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣?

He shaves his body hair regularly but he won't shave anymore if you want him to.

𝐼 𝄖 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘠 𐙚 𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

Cruel. But if it's a time when he's vulnerable, he's probably very loving and he's just trying to get closer to you and get lost in the moment. He will praise you so much that you cry from how loved you feel.

𝐽 𝄖 𝘑𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝘍𝘍 𐙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

He don't masturbate, he don't get what's the point. He has you, that's enough for him.

𝐾 𝄖 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘒 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

Blood Play, Breath Play, Knife Play, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Degradation, Power Play, Mindgames, BDSM, Fear Play, Pet Play, Dacryphilia and Branding.

𝐿 𝄖 𝘓𝘖𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𐙚 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨

In his room. He doesn't want others to see you. He locks all the doors and windows, and if anyone is stupid enough to disturb him at such times, they would be in Balerion's stomach.

𝑀 𝄖 𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𐙚 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙣

To see that you are eager and really want him. He enjoy your desperation. Your face is very lovely at these moments. Also when you walk and your thighs jiggle.

𝑁 𝄖 𝘕𝘖 𐙚 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛

Don't touch the wounds and burns on his back and don't ask about them. Once a maid was stupid enough to do this and he skinned her alive.

𝑂 𝄖 𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘓 𐙚 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘

He enjoys both. But he prefers giving. He does it standing up (I mean he lifts you up) or while sitting on the bed and you lie down (your head is on the bed but your pussy is up) idk how to explain that shit. He has good skills and knows all your weaknesses. Also, he likes to finger you very much while he suck on your clit.

𝑃 𝄖 𝘗𝘈𝘊𝘌 𐙚 𝙁𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡

Fast and rough. But he slow down if he wants to ruin your orgasm.

𝑄 𝄖 𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘌 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙚𝙩𝙘

He just do it sometimes when you accidentally turn him on.

𝑅 𝄖 𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘒 𐙚 𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠

Yes for sure. He’s down to try out anything new, as long as he still gets to be in control. Also he sometimes take it to far but don't worry you not gonna die.

𝑆 𝄖 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘈 𐙚 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩

He's a bull. He can make ten women pass out but still can go.

𝑇 𝄖 𝘛𝘖𝘠𝘚 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩

Maybe just chains and whips.

𝑈 𝄖 𝘜𝘕𝘍𝘈𝘐𝘙 𐙚 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚

Very very very much. He like to see you begging and crying at his mercy.

𝑉 𝄖 𝘝𝘖𝘓𝘜𝘔𝘌 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨

Groans and grunts, specifically in your ear. He have a pretty voice and he knows it so he would moan your name just to see how you shiver.

𝑊 𝄖 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘋 𐙚 𝘼 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

Sometimes he thinks how wonderful it would be if he broke your mind and turned you into a sex slave. Or how easily he can kill you when his hands are around your neck and how beautiful you look when you die. But then you smile at him and these thoughts disappear as if they never existed.

𝑋 𝄖 𝘟-𝘙𝘈𝘠 𐙚 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨

Definitely long and thick. It's also very pretty.

𝑌 𝄖 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𐙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚

It's pretty high but he don't act on it.

𝑍 𝄖 𝘡𝘡𝘡 𐙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨

He has insomnia and he has nightmares when he sleeps, but he sleeps like a baby when he is in your arms (of course, a few hours after you).

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which members actually got a happy ending

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐑 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

— 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑹 𝑰

Rhaevar, the first king of House Celestyr, was a figure of profound significance in the house's history. Known as "The Blessed," Rhaevar embodied qualities of wisdom, compassion, and leadership that set the foundation for the Celestyr dynasty. Rhaevar was a tall man with a beautiful figure and an angelic face, possessing a natural charisma that drew people to him. Despite his striking appearance, Rhaevar's true strength lay in his character. He was renowned for his benevolence, rejecting the practices of slavery and oppression that were prevalent in his time. Instead, he ruled his kingdom with fairness and respect, particularly valuing the well-being of women. His commitment to justice and equality earned him the admiration of his people, who hailed him as "The Blessed" for his efforts to create a realm of happiness and peace. Rhaevar's reign was marked by prosperity and harmony, as he prioritized the welfare of his subjects above all else. Additionally, Rhaevar's personal life reflected his values. He remained loyal to his sister-wife, demonstrating unwavering fidelity and devotion. Despite his natural allure, he never strayed from his marital vows, setting an example of honor and integrity for future generations. Under Rhaevar's guidance, House Celestyr flourished, establishing a legacy of compassion, fairness, and nobility that endured throughout the ages. His influence reverberated through the annals of history, shaping the destiny of his house and inspiring his descendants to follow in his footsteps.

— 𝑫𝑨𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵 𝑰

Daeralon, the first king's eldest son and successor of House Celestyr, earned the moniker "The Great" for his remarkable intellect, strength, and leadership. His reign marked a period of unprecedented power and influence for the Celestyr dynasty, as he expanded the kingdom's borders and fostered a culture of knowledge and art. Daeralon was renowned for his decisiveness and prowess in both diplomacy and warfare. Under his rule, the Kingdom of the Celestyrs reached its zenith, conquering vast territories while maintaining a reputation for benevolent governance. Despite his military achievements, Daeralon's passion lay in the pursuit of knowledge and the arts. He valued education and creativity, commissioning the construction of the Fortress of Frostfire and supporting the development of cultural institutions throughout his realm. One of Daeralon's most enduring legacies was the establishment of a grand mausoleum, where the frozen bodies of deceased Celestyrs were interred alongside delicate ice sculptures and cherished possessions. This act of reverence ensured that the memory of his ancestors would be preserved for generations to come. Additionally, Daeralon's reign saw the creation of the Immortal Army, a formidable military force renowned for its discipline and resilience. This elite corps bolstered the kingdom's defenses and secured its borders against external threats, further solidifying Daeralon's reputation as a strategic visionary and protector of his people. In all aspects of his rule, Daeralon exemplified the virtues of wisdom, strength, and benevolence, leaving an indelible mark on the history of House Celestyr and the lands it governed. His legacy continued to inspire future generations, serving as a guiding light for his descendants as they navigated the challenges of leadership and governance.

— 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑹 𝑰𝑰

Rhaevar II, the third king of House Celestyr, inherited a legacy of valor and resilience from his predecessors. His reign was marked by significant challenges and conflicts, yet he distinguished himself as a stalwart and determined leader who sought to uphold the honor and integrity of his house. Ascending to the throne amidst the shadows of the Frozen Inferno War and the looming threat of Aegon I's encroachment, Rhaevar II faced daunting odds from the outset. However, he approached his responsibilities with a steadfast resolve and a deep commitment to the preservation of Celestyr sovereignty. In the face of Aegon I's demands for submission, Rhaevar II refused to capitulate, defiantly asserting the autonomy of House Celestyr and its right to self-determination. This bold stance precipitated the continuation of hostilities and plunged the realm into the depths of conflict once more. Throughout the Frozen Inferno War's tumultuous duration, Rhaevar II exhibited strategic acumen and military prowess, marshaling the resources of his kingdom to repel enemy advances and safeguard the lands under his dominion. His leadership inspired loyalty and unity among his subjects, galvanizing them to stand firm against the tide of adversity. Despite the toll exacted by war, Rhaevar II remained resolute in his dedication to his people, prioritizing their welfare and security above all else. His compassion and concern for the plight of his subjects endeared him to the populace, earning him the enduring reverence and admiration of his kingdom. Despite the hardships and sacrifices of war, Rhaevar II remained steadfast in his commitment to the well-being of his people. His compassion, integrity, and unwavering resolve earned him the enduring admiration of his subjects, who hailed him as "The Fearless" for his unyielding determination in the face of adversity. In addition to his military endeavors, Rhaevar II fulfilled his duties as a husband and father, marrying his sister and Naesa Targaryen and fathering children who would continue the Celestyr lineage. Despite the complexities of his personal life and the challenges he faced as a ruler, Rhaevar II remained steadfast in his devotion to his family and his kingdom. In the annals of Celestyr history, Rhaevar II's reign stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of resilience and fortitude that defines the noble house. His legacy endures as a beacon of hope and inspiration, illuminating the path forward for future generations of Celestyr rulers.

If you want I can make a part 2 about it.

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Is there anyone who was both a Lannister and Celestyr?

Yes. His name was Jaemar. He was king Rhaevar II's bastard son and Maelon I, Aevon I half brother. His mother was a Lannister bastard and a maid. She seduced Rhaevar and got pregnant with his child. He was a handsome young man with silver hair and emerald eyes. He was extremely greedy. He even slept with women for money (and he would do whatever they asked). And he was the one who tricked and killed his half brother Aevon. He was just a pretty bitch who would do anything for money and power.

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fragileheartbeats · 2 months

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Your flag was cool

Can you show us fortress of frostfire and their graves to?

ok so they were rich and loved art and architecture (especially tiling and painting)

It's frostfire

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Celestyr/Targaryen relationship

This is how I imagine their relationship:

Targaryen: 'I hate everyone!'

Celestyr: 'Well, that's your problem. I love everyone, except for you.'

Targaryen: *glares*

Celestyr: *smiling* What are you looking at?

Targaryen: *grumbling* Your annoying face.

Celestyr: *still smiling* Aw, you think I'm annoying. That's so sweet.

Targaryen: : *yelling and throwing things*

Celestyr: *calmly picks up the things he threw and hands it back to him*

Other houses: Fight! Fight! Fight!

Celestyr: Seriously, can we just talk this out?

Targaryen: No way, I want to see some blood!

Other houses: *collective groan*

Celestyr: Let's just agree to disagree.

Targaryen: No, I will NOT agree to disagree!

Celestyr: 'I'm so relaxed, I can't even remember what anger feels like.'

Targaryen: 'I could remind you real quick.'

Targaryen: *trying to intimidate Celestyr*

Celestyr: *unaffected* 'I've seen scarier things in my Cheerios.'

Celestyr: *scrolling through his phone*

Targaryen: 'What are you always doing on your phone?'

Celestyr: 'Researching how to stay calm without stabbing a bitch.'

Targaryen: *trying to come up with a comeback*

Celestyr: 'Don't hurt yourself, I'm sure you'll come up with something eventually.'

Celestyr: *casually doing nothing*

Targaryen: 'Do you ever do anything productive?'

Celestyr: 'I'm being productive right now, I'm relaxing.'

Targaryen: *shouting in anger*

Celestyr: 'Is that your inside voice or your outside voice?'

Targaryen: *trying to punch Celestyr*

Celestyr: *sitting on the couch* 'Nice try, but you swing like a toddler.'

Targaryen: *throwing a chair* 'I can't stand you!'

Celestyr: *catching the chair* 'And I can't stand, lazy people problem.'

Celestyr: *watching TV* 'Hey, can you pass me that remote?'

Targaryen: *throws the remote at him* 'Here, take it!'

Celestyr: *casually walking away*

Targaryen: *running after him* Get back here, you coward!

Celestyr: *smiling* Nope, gotta stay true to my name. Peace out.

Targaryen: I hate everything about you.

Celestyr: *smiling* For someone who hates me, you sure spend a lot of time with me.

Celestyr: *watching a movie*

Targaryen: *yelling* Change the channel! I don't want to watch that crap.

Celestyr: *changes the channel to the same movie* There, problem solved.

Celestyr: *listening to music*

Targaryen: *turns off the music* I hate your taste in music.

Celestyr: And I hate your face. Yet here we are.

Targaryen: *fuming* 'I hate when he's right.'

Celestyr: *smiling* 'But you love me, right?'

Celestyr: 'I'm just gonna take a quick nap, wake me up when you're done screaming.'

Targaryen: *throws a pillow at him*

Targaryen: 'Why are you always so chill? Don't you have any emotions?'

Celestyr: 'I have emotions, they're just on vacation.'

Celestyr: 'I have no enemies, only friends I haven't met yet.'

Targaryen: 'I have enemies, and sometimes they're my friends.'

Celestyr: *bombastic side eye, criminal offensive side eye*

Celestyr: 'Why are you yelling?'

Targaryen: 'Because I have valid thoughts and important points to make.'

Celestyr: 'Okay, madman.'

Targaryen: 'Can you stop being so calm and happy all the time?'

Celestyr: 'Not my fault your anger ruins everything.'

Celestyr: 'I can't believe people pay for anger management classes.'

Targaryen: 'I can't believe people pay for yoga classes.'

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