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ball-of-butter · 2 months

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i love that red queen puts family as the chief unit of love even above true romantic love like that for some reason is SO overrated in ya media. i dont think of the characters within friendship or romantic groups first, i unconsciously catergorise them into their family.

cal loves mare but cal will put maven first always and he loves his dad and his image so much he’s willing to sacrifice his character and relationship with her to fulfil the expectations set by his family and its not until realising what his MOTHER wanted for him that he lets go. and mare loves cal but she will always put her siblings and parents first which is why everything started with gisa and shade’s loss and it ended with her sister and the loss of her brother too. maven loves mare but he loves elara more even if she twisted him and elara loves maven more than the entire kingdom and thats why she twisted him. and elara couldn’t enact her plan to make maven king without getting rid of his love for cal first!! when shade gets killed mare HAS to kill elara because that is the only way she can make sure her pain is even with at least one person.

cameron does everything for her brother’s safety, she was willing to abandon her morals and dehumanise anyone standing in her way if thats what needed to happen. and after morrey was safe she quit— nothing was worth losing herself over except him. farley and shade’s love was so pure that it brought life and family to the farleys who were already broken with the grief of being halved. their love brought a daughter named after the death of the woman that destroyed the family, and it was so healing.

and that is what KILLS me about the samos family!!! that compared to all this unconditional loyalty— the samos family is a continuous act of playing at love and loyalty, when in reality volos and larentia could not care less about their children because they dont know how to. silver society never showcases this love and so then you have so many parents fucking up their kid in so many ways but doing it out of love because thats how they see it— all except volo and larentia.

so the samos family is an exception. i cant think of evangeline without thinking of elane and ptolemus and i cant think of ptolemus without thinking of evangeline and wren. thats their family. and at least evangeline and ptolemus experienced real love with each other, even if they were never taught it (evangeline’s fear over shade’s death was proof that she could imagine a world without him and it was one of the few times she was genuinely scared in the series).

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lucy-the-cat · 1 year

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Hobby headcanons for Volo Samos, Morrey Cole, Tristan, Bree Barrow, Lukas Samos, and Walsh?

Volo: Gun making, shooting, just any display of military might

Morrey: Tough one. I'd say he's an artist, that feels right

Tristan: Shooting range again, though he also likes to tie knots

Bree: Wrestling, 100%

Lukas: He likes to stargaze

Walsh: Gossip, eavesdropping, etc.

#red queen #volo samos #morrey cole #tristan red queen #bree barrow #lukas samos #ann walsh

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 4 months

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🦇 Bookish Things Tag 📖

✨ How many books do you have left in your yearly goal?: 🦇 I exceeded my goal of 100 yesterday!

✨ The last book I finished: 🦇 Novel: Iron Flame. Graphic Novels: Harley Quinn the Animated Series: Legion of Bats v.2

✨ What I'm reading now: 🦇 I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman @aliceoseman

✨ What I'll read next: 🦇 Upcoming ARCs: So Let Them Burn by Kamilah Cole, Clove Hendry's Day Off by Beth Morrey, Not Your Crush's Cauldron by April Asher, Right on Cue by Falon Ballard

✨Booksta Plans: 🦇 We're planning a photoshoot soon! I also need to write my reviews for Spice Road, Iron Flame, and Legion of Bats

💜 If you see this, consider yourself tagged! 🥰 Reblog and submit your answer in your tags!

❓QOTD: have you met your reading goals? Or what are you currently reading

#books #book blog #winter vibes #holiday vibes #book lovers #batty about books #reading journal #reading #currently reading #reading challenge #book challenge #battyaboutbooks

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cambria-to-rolanth · 4 years

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One thing I wish Miss Aveyard would’ve done is to have gone more in depth about Cameron and her powers.

The way she acts on the plane after being kidnapped by the Guard makes it seem like she has absolutely no idea of what she’s capable of because she was panicking and she didn’t seem to understand why she was the only Red unharmed by the Silent Stone (this may just be a lack of knowledge about what Silencers or Silent Stone is however). But by the next book when she finally gets Morrey back, his first instinct is to take her and run because he thinks the Guard are going to hurt her for what she is which implies that he (and she herself) already knew of her abilities despite being a part for so long. But not once in any of her POV chapters does she mention when she first figured out she had powers even though she references both them and her family memories a couple of times.

So was it just something she (and her brother) were trying to hide? Was her using her silencing powers the real reason she managed to escape the prison and she lied to seem less special? Was there any other case of her using her powers? I just feel like there’s a whole interesting story here that I’d like to know more about.

#red queen #the red queen series #cameron cole #morrey cole #cal calore #mare barrow #kilorn warren #diana farley #shade barrow #evangeline samos #perhaps it was mentioned in broken throne or smth i wouldnt know

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elliemarchetti · 4 years

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A Different POV

@redqueenetwork task: mare barrow’s birthday week | day three; favorite mare moment/scene

Cameron talks to Mare before leaving the Scarlet Guard

Words: 1076

She talked for a long time, more than she ever did, blurting everything she had kept inside. She understood the fear, the anger and the disgust that took her when she thought about what she could do and what she had done, how that power that once thrilled her, making her feel invincible and indestructible now made her feel ashamed. It had happened to her too and to admit it, even if only with herself, had been like being stabbed in the stomach, so she didn't say anything while Cameron was talking avoiding her eyes, keeping her gaze fixed on her feet as they walked the training ground. As they went back and forth, the field was filled with soldiers, a warning of time passing by. Reds and Newbloods, all there for the morning exercises, wearing the green uniforms provided by Monfort, difficult to distinguish from each other and therefore stronger in shouting even during such a banal moment of the day the slogan of the Guard: we’re all equal, we stand united.

"I want to protect my brother. He tells me we should leave..." Cameron's voice faded to die in her throat. She had no more words so it was the right time for Mare to talk.

"My sister says the same thing every day. She wants to accept Davidson's offer, reintegrate into civil life and let others fight." an attitude typical of Gisa, for which she would once have resented her, but which she now understood, although she couldn’t share it. Gisa had never been a fighter, and she should never have expected her to be, just as she never should’ve asked for help to steal the money Farley had asked her during their first meeting that seemed to have happened more than a lifetime ago. Maybe, if she hadn't done it, things would’ve been different, maybe even worse, but it made no sense to dwell on those kinds of thoughts, not when there were real possibilities ahead of them. "She says we have already given enough," she concluded, and she could only agree on this.

"So what will you do?" Cameron asked, as if she were looking for a guide. Many things had changed during her absence and the most reluctant of her recruits was one of them, but perhaps it was just the fact that she had completed her mission, finding her brother, although Mare wouldn’t have bet on it. But after all, she had never been a great gambler.

"I can't turn my back." she replied, biting her lip. There was too much anger in her and if she couldn't find a way to get rid of it she would end up poisoning her own mind. Maybe it was the wrong way to handle the situation, but it was the only one she knew, but probably this wasn’t what Cameron wanted to hear.

"Waiting would kill me," Cameron admitted, but it was clear she couldn't even go on like that, using her ability to kill. That little girl didn't want to become a monster, and Mare could understand her: she had seen too many people corrupted by their own ability and thirst for power, she even wore the mark of one of them, and she didn't wish it on anyone, let alone someone who was there for her fault.

"It’s easy to become a monster, especially if you are like us…” Mare let slip, but she immediately recovered from her memories. She didn't have time to think about Maven and that wasn't the right time. It never was. “You didn't fight in Archeon, or if you did I didn't see you. "

"No, I came just for..." Cameron didn’t finish the sentence, but Mare understood. She had come for her, but she didn't want to know why.

"It was Kilorn's idea when we were in Trial." she said. "He’s good at sorting the Newbloods and the Reds and he knew I wanted to take a step back. So I went, not to fight, not to kill, unless it was absolutely necessary."

“And you want to continue on this path.”

It wasn’t a question but she nodded slowly anyway: “I think it’s better this way. Defend, don’t destroy."

Mare smiled. She would’ve liked to see it that way too. In some aspects, Cameron and Gisa were really similar.

"I'm not your commander, I can't tell you what to do or how to fight, but I think it's a good idea and if someone tries to convince you otherwise, send them to me."

Cameron also smiled and seemed to have lightened up. She doubted she was convinced that she owed her something, but perhaps she just needed to know that she had the support of someone like her. Mare, on the other hand, owed something to her: excuses, which for a long time she didn’t realize she had to say but that now were more urgent than ever. And so she put aside her pride, another teaching that imprisonment had given her, and apologized, and together they put aside old animosities. Her brother was waiting for her a little further on, his figure standing out against the base’s buildings. Cal was gone, but perhaps it was better this way: talking about brothers did nothing but sadden her, but when the subject was touched with him, a flame that she didn’t liked erupted in his heart, a fire he couldn’t control and she was convinced that sooner or later would’ve devoured him, leaving behind only the ashes of the person she loved. It was also evident that Morrey could hardly stand him, a Cole family trait, evidently.

“Am I abandoning you? The Newbloods, I mean.” Cameron asked before returning to her brother, a last doubt to be dispelled in order not to leave them with a still heavy heart.

Of course she was a weapon, whether she liked it or not, and she could be useful, she could be used in many ways. But she was a girl too, a human being, and if someone could’ve seen letting her go a reckless or soft gesture, Mare knew that letting someone have the freedom to choose was the nobles of attitudes, what distinguished them from the tyrants they were fighting. And so, although she had asked herself that same question many times, she answered that no, she wasn’t abandoning them, but that she was one less monster they have to worry about. One less ghost.

#mare barrow #cameron cole #morrey cole #cal calore #redqueenetwork #king's cage

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rreinaa · 6 years

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CHARACTER POSTERS: Cameron Cole and Morrey Cole Newblood and Dagger Leigon Twins

#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #cameron cole #morrey cole #mare barrow #cal calore #character posters #vaveyard #victoria aveyard

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whodeservedthatgoddamnepilogue · 7 years

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Cameron Cole everybody, my heart and soul. With a small side of Morrey, of course, for my new collection of RQ wallpapers? Idk, I guess we’ll just see just where this goes.

Like or reblog if you save!

@vaveyard

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queeniriscygnet · 7 years

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Cameron x Morrey x Happily Ever After

“You’re safe; you’re with us now. They can’t hurt you, Morrey!”

Here’s to a happily ever after for the Coles in rq4! please don’t hurt them VA

#red queen #glass sword #king's cage #red queen 4 #rq4 #cameron cole #morrey cole #happily ever after #victoria aveyard #ava lanche

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evangelineartemiasamos · 7 years

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I really wanna see a Gisa x Morrey brotp. They seem like the type of friends to just sit on a porch together and talk shit about the people who walk by. I also headcanon that Cameron joins in once in a while and leaves them reeling from her comments.

Yes *__*

Maybe they both like sewing (or any other hobby)? Or Gisa asks Kilorn about getting people used to Newbloods? But Gisa and Morrey talking about random strangers sounds so accurate. They poke fun at people, but they don’t get really mean.

#ask #xsonnydelavegax #gisa barrow #morrey cole #king's cage #camisa #i mean kilorn might try to help morrey over his fears might happen as well but gisa asking for advice then doing it herself is cuter

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leticiadeldebbio · 2 years

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Top 20 King’s Cage Quotes

From book 3 of Red Queen Series.

“And his eyes are worst of all. Her eyes, Elara's eyes. Once I thought them cold, made of living ice. Now I know better. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception.”

Mare Barrow - Chapter 1

"There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction. A ghost living inside a living boy I cannot begin to fathom. The ghost who loves me, in what poisoned way he can. And I feel that poison working in me.”

Mare Barrow - Chapter 8

"You ask how much of it was me. Some. Enough.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 8

“A king without supporters is no king at all.”

Evangeline Samos - Chapter 8

"He's terrified. For a second, it makes me happy. Then I remember: monsters are most dangerous when they're afraid.”

Mare Barrow - Chapter 10

“I lost every other person I ever loved.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 12

“Now I'm in a king's cage. But so is he. My chains are Silent Stone. His is the crown.”

Mare Barrow - Chapter 12

“You’re right, I’m not like them. War is not what I was made for.”

Maven Calore - Chpater 14

“Maven Calore is not his own self. He is a construct, a creation of his mother's additions and subtractions. A mechanical, a machine, soulless and lost."

Mare Barrow - Chapter 14

“I’m not a fool, little lightning girl. If you’re going to play in my head, I’m going to play in yours. It’s what we’re good at.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 14

“People like us, we lie to everyone. Especially ourselves.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 14

“As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray never to return.”

Cameron Cole - Chapter 15

“I've been broken too many times to break again.”

Cameron Cole - Chapter 15

“Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed. That’s what we all are.”

Julian Jacos - Chapter 17

“Those who know what it’s like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 17

"You are the only person I care about, the only person who reminds me I am alive. Not empty. And not alone.”

Maven Calore - Chapter 17

"She was his hurricane, and every nudge pulled him deeper into the eye of the storm.”

Evangeline Samos - Chapter 19

“Fear can be a good thing. Fear doesn't let you forget.”

Morrey Cole - Chapter 24

“You aren’t alone. You have your crown.”

Mare Barrow - Epilogue

“To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.”

Mare Barrow - Epilogue

#red queen #red queen quotes #maven calore #king maven #mare barrow #maven x mare #prince maven #kings cage #mareven #cal calore #julian jacos #evangeline samos #book quotes #bookstan #booklover

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meereens · 4 years

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@asoiafrarepairs [a weekend in the stormlands]

argella durrandon x rhaenys targaryen

Argella Durrandon had been alone, watching the sunless waters slosh below the great seaward wall like black wine when the rider came. Maester Oswald was the one to inform her, with eyes as flat as his voice. Her father would not have sent only one man forth to proclaim a victory. Time slowed as she descended from the battlements, the wind lulling her along as it blew the ends of her dagged sleeves forward. Gold sleeves, gold fabric like the banners that had been raised so proudly when her father left to combat the invading horde. The man who had beaten the Dornish as a green boy and killed a green king before her lifetime rallied the men of the Stormlands easily, their brassy shouts melding with her own as all cheered his valor. He had placed a gauntleted paw on her shoulder and told her to keep Storm’s End from falling into the waves in his absence. He had given her a garrison of two hundred to aid in the task.

Most of those men were in the courtyard now, the life sapped from their faces. Ser Harrold looked eons older than six-and-twenty, while Ser Brenwyl on his right had transformed his wide mouth into a straight line. At least they could stand each other’s company again; the other day she had found herself compelled to break up a heated game of dice, suggesting she would hand the instruments of their fun over to the sea god and his minions. The new face in the center drank from an offered wineskin, stroking the flank of his chestnut courser with his other hand. Its legs were caked with mud. He stumbled into taking a knee once Argella stood a hair’s breadth away from him.

“My princess.”

She lifted a hand. “Rise.”

He obeyed and glanced over at Ser Haldrick Cole.

“Ser Morrey, say your piece,” the commander said. If he had said it already, every soul presently assembled would have known before her, from knight to meandering washerwoman. Janson, the old, limping master of horse had crawled out from his post ahead of her to hear what had befallen their people’s champion. Ahead of her, his daughter, his heir, who should have been there to raise the gate. Ser Morrey heaved a breath, but Argella cut him off.

“I assume my father is dead.”

“Yes, Princess.” He seemed relieved to not have to say it to her himself, earning a quick glare. Small wonder her father had fallen if he had such yellow-bellies rotting his ranks.

“And what of his army?”

“The battle was done as soon as he was.”

They should have pressed on. Did the lords who had wet their beards with mead in her father’s hall and supped on pheasant swallow their oaths as well? Truer men would have fought for their homeland, for their king’s memory, for her. The battle was not yet done, not for as long as a Durrandon breathed; did they intend to serve her up on a golden plate? She raised her eyes from Ser Morrey’s apologetic ones and scanned the yard, a parade of statues swaddled in plate and mail, eying her in turn. Someone in the front started hacking, an ugly, feline cough that lasted long enough to disrupt the boiling in her veins.

“You may speak on it more, ser,” she prompted.

“We met the enemy on the hills south of Bronzegate,” he began. “They had the high ground, but we had the numbers. Near twice as many men, and far more knights besides. It was drizzling as we closed in, by midday, storming. Your father’s bannermen wanted a delay, but he must have known the storm would ground the Targaryen monster. The rain blew from the south, blinding their men. He gave the command, and thrice we struggled up the steep and muddy slopes. It must have been night by then, or else the darkest day. As we broke through to the center, the dragon emerged.”

Argella inhaled slowly. The dragon sicced on their hills was the same beast that had laid waste to the kingswood, incinerating Lord Errol. Lords Fell and Buckler had ridden back to warn her father of the creature and the queen who held it in thrall, the woman mated to her own brother.

“It was impossible to see at first, hidden by the line, and with dark grey scales like the clouds overhead. The murk of the storm masked its true size as well, though it could fit a garrison on its back. Rhaenys Targaryen blinked, and the van went up in dragonflame. Panic set in, horses screeching, but your father did not yield. I fought until I heard shouts that he had been slain. By Baratheon, they said. Our spirits had been broken.”

Her body would make no room for a yoked spirit, nor would her spirit permit useless grief.

“Is yours broken still, Ser Morrey?”

He paused before answering. “Truly? It depends upon what happens next.”

“Then I shall tell you,” she said simply. Her father had possessed a deep, booming voice; thunder in a man’s throat, her mother called it. He could command any room by clearing his throat, a yard by uttering men! Hers was low for a woman, rich in timbre, but it had yet to capture the attention of an army. It had yet to inspire awe. She breathed deep within her and addressed not only Ser Morrey but all gathered under the white-and-grey marbled sky. You are my people, she thought. For as long as we last.

***

She was the Storm Queen now, the first there ever was, in a world where another queen controlled the skies. Argella insisted on accompanying Ser Haldrick to watch the men drill with bows, spears, and crossbows. The grey-scaled dragon would fly hundreds of feet above their heads, armed with an intelligent rider as well as a flaming gullet. He knew as well as she did that their weapons’ chances of making meaningful contact were slim to none. Since she had barred her gates, however, maintaining the hope of a chance against the Targaryen threat was paramount.

Privately, as they sat with a tankard of ale between them, Maester Oswald had invited her to speak in candid terms.

“My terms are always candid,” she had said. “I would rather die a queen than live a wife.”

A row of men launched their spears into the air. Eight out of ten struck their makeshift targets in the belly. When the host approached, would her father’s killer ask the queen to spare her for her useful womb? Another row lined up to aim, spears at the ready, when a large shadow passed over the ground. She saw heads lift, heard the wonder worm its way through the fear as the shout rang:

“Dragon!”

Slowly, her eyes made their way up until she was craning her neck to see. An overgrown gargoyle, that was what it resembled from afar, with its massive batlike wings. It dipped down long enough for her to catch a glimpse of its lizardine foot, gnarled and wicked, before it rushed higher. The beast abruptly took off for the top of Storm’s End’s sole tower, completing a lazy circle as Argella’s spine prickled from her vantage point. The beast was by rights an ungodly mishmash of creatures, yet moved fluidly, sinuously. When it brought itself low, sailing back toward the courtyard, she could comprehend it in full. Ser Morrey had been wrong about its scales. No dark grey, they were instead a varnished silver. She caught herself; mulling over a monster’s appearance as it prepared to cook her in her gown would not do. “To me!” Hitching up her skirts, she ran across the raised wooden platform without bothering to take stock of Ser Haldrick behind her. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest as she made it to the corner and went down the stairs to the yard itself, where the dragon still hovered. Her men had not broken out of the spell the sight of it had put them under. “To me, to me! Inside the tow—”

“I have come to parley!” Yelled Rhaenys Targaryen.

She turned around, incredulous. The queen was visible on her dragon’s back, hands gripping two spikes for leverage. Her long, loose hair was a strange silvery color that could have been plucked from the moon, and it flowed effortlessly as she slid off her mount like it was ice. She wore ringmail but no sword, the black belt dangling from her crimson tunic empty.

“Your intentions were not clear,” Argella said.

She inched closer toward her with raised palms. “Forgive me. It is difficult to wave a flag whilst maneuvering a dragon.”

Ser Haldrick caught up to her and edged his body in front. “I am the queen,” she reminded him. “I need no aid in this matter.”

“Of course.”

The dragon’s tail thunked against the ground, as if it were a bored child that wanted to leave because the sweets were elsewhere. Her crossbowmen had their weapons trained on it, poised. If she gave the command, some of them would hit their mark. Whether they could pierce through the shining scales once the bolts sprung free was another matter, and another still was the issue of the creature’s proportions reducing them to needles in a giant’s side. She crossed her arms. “Parley.”

Queen Rhaenys beamed. “I believe you know of the terms my brother offered forth. That you would marry Orys Baratheon, your dowry starting with the lands east of the Gods Eye. Massey’s Hook would come too, and the woods and plains from the Blackwater south to the Wendwater and the Mander’s headwaters. King Aegon would be your liege lord, and you would be Lady of Storm’s End. The sea is beautiful here, like the night sky,” she added, unexpectedly. “You can wake up to it for the rest of your life.”

“I will wake up to it for the rest of my life regardless, should you kill me in a day,” Argella said. Rhaenys’ smile must have been stuck to her face, since her words did not tear it off. Being the Lady of Storm’s End meant being the lady of a usurper, come to rip her crown off her head and her gown from her shoulders. The queen could not dull the truth any more than she could sweeten the circumstances. “Orys is pleasing to look upon, and well-muscled,” she said. “He is a man in the summer of his life.”

“Then perhaps you should have married Orys Baratheon instead of your brother.”

She took the slap gracefully. “There are worse fates.”

“Did he kill my father himself?”

Rhaenys sighed. “Yes. Regardless, this is your way out.”

Out of a fiery death.

Argella pictured the slight woman riding her beast to the top of the tower again, this time to meet her. She would call upon the wind to send such a gale that it could sweep the dragon up inside it and spit it out somewhere far away, or the sea to rise up and absorb all the flame it had to hurl. The Storm Queen would stare the dragon queen in the face and bare her teeth. The Storm Queen would not flinch.

“You may take my castle,” she said slowly. “But you will win only blood and bones and ashes.”

“While you could remain living in your castle should you cease talk of ruin.”

Her eyes locked onto Rhaenys’, surer than ever. Lightning ran through her gaze, a blue lightning strong enough to pierce through scales and char the flesh beneath.

“Ruin is what you have brought to the Durrandons already. May you choke on ours sevenfold.”

Instead of moving to leap on her dragon and commence the assault, Rhaenys moved closer. “You will not bend the knee?”

She was looking down on Rhaenys, at the bridge of her nose. “None of us will. Down to the last man, we will resist you.”

Whip-fast, she darted up and laid a kiss on her cheek. Argella glowered as the woman stepped back, bouncing on her heels.

“Farewell then, Durrandon.”

Later, as she mused, she realized she did not know if she had meant it as a goodbye to her or her House.

#asoiafrare #argella durrandon #rhaenys targaryen #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #argella x rhaenys #rhaenys x argella #rhaenys is canon impulsive ok she’d do this

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