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#mlp#my little pony#g1#gen 1#generation 1#polls#princess misty#princess dawn#princess taffeta#princess moondust#princess pristina#princess sunbeam
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Princess Sunbeam’s hair is still a bit weird...
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Princess Sunbeam and Princess Taffeta enter the chat
Here’s some photos showcasing their purchased condition! I’m currently giving them some TLC and I’ll have photos to compare to tomorrow! I’m so excited to start my year six princess collection! I’ve got 2 more on the way soon <3
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This was also from June. It was inspired by this: www.deviantart.com/aztrial/art…
Moondust: A bit of a daydreamer, who is calm and relaxed.
Pristina: She has a bit of a green hoof, and tries to enjoy the little things in life.
Misty: Careful and cautious, she always watches her step.
Sunbeam: The "leader" of the group, and generally the most sensible and rational one.
Dawn: The youngest and sweetest one, who often makes breakfast for the others.
Taffeta: Peppy and cheerful, but also rather clumsy.
#my little pony#pony#mlp g1#traditional art#earthpony#pegasus#unicorn#princess ponies#princess moondust#princess pristina#princess misty#princess sunbeam#princess dawn#princess taffeta#mlp redesign#redesign#princess
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I got a new G1 My Little Pony, Princess Sunbeam. ^v^
#My Little Pony#My Little Pony G1#mlp g1#Princess Sunbeam#my pony collection#my photos#princess ponies
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Princess Sunbeam watched the grey clouds gather in the sky. Inside the castle, the ponies sadly put aside their plan to join the Princess Ponies for a tea party in the courtyard. Princess Sunbeam called upon her magic to save the day for her friends. She sent sunbeams from her medallion and pushed the grey clouds beyond the farthest hills, until the sky was bright blue. The ponies cheered at the beautiful day created for them with Princess Sunbeam's royal magic.
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Don't hesitate to make suggestions, I'll make another poll.
Funnily enough, the finalists in a 'indie comics' couples' poll I made are two sapphic couples : KJ Brandman/Mac Coyle V. Molly/Mal Yoo
I also have other polls in my pinned post (Comics, Greek Mythology, art, literature, etc)
#polls#indie comics#queer representation#sapphics#lumberjanes#the wicked + the divine#wicdiv#paper girls#on a sunbeam#dykes to watch out for#monstress#princess princess ever after#rat queens#heavy vinyl
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#wlw webcomic bracket polls#second chance showdown part 2#on a sunbeam#boyfriends#offbeat#highclasshomos#cursed princess club
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Every time choco shows up on my dash I'm so happy, sending u lots of goodness 💜
#thx yew my princess peach#😋💕���#i was going to say piplup but that’s literally not piplup it’s mudkip and now i feel great shame#bc i played as mudkip in Pokémon mystery dungeon for the DS#KMS!#hope u have a fantabulous day!#n: haylo4ever#x: sunbeam#t: choco’s letters
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Gen 1 Princess Ponies II
Princess Sunbeam & Princess Taffeta
1987, Earth Ponies, Year 6
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There's rain on the mountain
A white frost on the moors
It's an epoch of eternity
Waters touch the holy shore
It's a land of mystery
The world of unseen eyes
You can feel the shadow of a princess
She waits for you inside
The guardians of God play the pawns
Beg for mercy - hail the queen
Princess of the Dawn
The Wizard of Oz moved the pawns
Life for Satan - dust to dust
Princess of the Dawn
On the day of the testament
The seventh moon was raging fire
Heaven cried for the sacrifice
The midnight sun was rising higher
The Beauty and the Beast
Lies in her royal crypt
Her kiss is bitter sweet
Death upon her lips
The Holy Grail held the pawns
Kings and bishops bow to grace
Princess of the Dawn
#a new day dawns for heaven and earth#a first sunbeam is killing the night#once upon a time for ever more#princess of the dawn#rocking you hard ya shu#accept#heavy metal#hard rock#music#Spotify
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haha your little commentary on the type of cats 😭 I never thought of zuko as an orange cat but that totally makes sense (halloween cats) and Aang as a ginger cat like yes because of all their parallels omg but you hit the nail on the head with Ty Lee hehe
zuko is literally one of the most orange cat coded characters in all of fiction. unwavering dogged determination combined with heedless idiocy and a refusal to acknowledge how his surroundings and the basic laws of physics might impact his success in any given endeavor. and somehow he just keeps surviving despite that. marvelous
aang is one of those cats who isn’t really orange but is rather a pale ginger color. kind of sillygoofy but also gentle and much much smarter than your average orange boy
katara is a brown and white cat with black stripes, a fluffy belly, and little white socks. yes i do realize that i am just describing my cat. this is not a coincidence (aka the cutest sweetest cat in the whole world)
sokka is a black cat (obviously) but with a white belly and socks. and bright yellow eyes. like a witch’s familiar but if the witch was kinda chill about it
mai is a black cat but truly all black from head to toe. piercing green eyes. really sweet and purrs a lot but ppl avoid her out of foolish superstition
ty lee is a beautiful fluffy white cat with a perfect pink little nose who is just so gorgeous and entrancing. her favorite thing to do is show you her belly and then bite your hand when to try to rub it. but everyone keeps trying anyway bc she is the people’s princess
azula is a very shrewd and imperious fluffy grey cat who is constantly leaving dead mice and bugs in your bed. as a gift of course
yue is also a beautiful white cat but she lets you rub her belly. her favorite hobby is napping in a sunbeam on the windowsill
iroh is a sphynx cat who is clearly convinced that he is the most beautiful cat who ever lived, and because he demands to be treated like a gorgeous diva, everyone just somehow believes him
suki is not a cat she is a small yappy dog who is always getting in ur business
and toph is a very large rat who somehow just taught herself how to meow really well
#f1reladymai#the gaang and#asks#sorry for the iroh one i just rly do think they look like wrinkly little naked old men so. i could not resist
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part 2 of the 2023 version of this post: young adult books!
part 1: middle grade books | part 3: adult books
this is a very incomplete list, as these are only books I've read and enjoyed. not all books are going to be for all readers, so I'd recommend looking up synopses and content warnings. feel free to message me with any questions about specific representation!
list of books under the cut ⬇️
aces wild by amanda dewitt
the chandler legacies by abdi nazemian
bruised by tanya boteju
juliet takes a breath by gabby rivera
picture us in the light by kelly loy gilbert
when we were magic by sarah gailey
iron widow by xiran jay zhao
the rise of kyoshi by f.c. yee
jane unlimited by kristin cashore
summer of salt by katrina leno
the wicker king by k. ancrum
the dead and the dark by courtney gould
wilder girls by rory power
i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston
her royal highness by rachel hawkins
tell me how you really feel by aminah mae safi
the weight of the stars by k. ancrum
you should see me in a crown by leah johnson
last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo
the grief keeper by alexandra villasante
crier's war by nina varela
how to excavate a heart by jake maia arlow
imogen, obviously by becky albertalli
in other lands by sarah rees brennan
carry on by rainbow rowell
cemetery boys by aiden thomas
felix ever after by kacen callendar
i wish you all the best by mason deaver
little thieves by margaret owen
technically you started it by lana wood johnson
the gentleman's guide to vice and virtue by mackenzi lee
the infinite noise by lauren shippen
bonds of brass by emily skrutskie
the darkness outside us by eliot schrefer
simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda by becky albertalli
what if it's us by becky albertalli and adam silvera
aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz
like a love story by abdi nazemian
different for boys by patrick ness
history is all you left me by adam silvera
twelfth grade night by molly horton booth, stephanie kate strohm, and jamie green
across a field of starlight by blue delliquanti
heartstopper by alice oseman
check, please! by ngozi ukazu
bloom by kevin panetta and savanna ganucheau
laura dean keeps breaking up with me by mariko tamaki and rosemary valero-o'connell
the princess and the grilled cheese sandwich by deya muniz
if you'll have me by eunnie
on a sunbeam by tillie walden
the girl from the sea by molly knox ostertag
always human by ari north
rust in the root by justina ireland
dread nation by justina ireland
pet by awkwaeke emezi
the darkest part of the forest by holly black
elatsoe by darcie little badger
i was born for this by alice oseman
loveless by alice oseman
i hate everyone but you by gaby dunn and allison raskin
you know me well by nina lacour and david levithan
the black flamingo by dean atta
spinning by tillie walden
dreadnought by april daniels
a lesson in vengeance by victoria lee
all the bad apples by moira fowley-doyle
clap when you land by elizabeth acevedo
summer bird blue by akemi dawn bowman
the miseducation of cameron post by emily m. danforth
we are okay by nina lacour
radio silence by alice oseman
we used to be friends by amy spalding
a neon darkness by lauren shippen
i hope you get this message by farah naz rishi
are you listening? by tillie walden
alone in space by tillie walden
all out edited by saundra mitchell
out now edited by saundra mitchell
out there edited by saundra mitchell
#lgbtq+ books#queer books#book recommendations#gay books#ya books#lgbtq+ ya books#book flow chart#part 2 of 3!#dear god this almost twice as many books as the previous flow chart. and it's JUST YA.#mp
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A thought I just had regarding Legend of Zelda:
In BOTW we see that Zelda has a hard time with her powers and communicating with the Goddess. What is the reason for that is that the Goddess was already connected to her via the light dragon and the time shenanigans was messing with the connection?
I think it has more to do with the fact that Zelda is the Goddess in mortal form.
This isn't an explicitly canon thing in the game. Unlike Link, who is pretty much always an incarnation of the same guy, Zelda's status in the reincarnation cycle is a bit more wibbly and varies from game to game. The original Zelda in Skyward Sword was explicitly Hylia incarnated in mortal form, and every Zelda since then has been her descendant, carrying "the blood of the Goddess." In Tears of the Kingdom, that means Queen Sonia is Skyward Sword Zelda's distant descendant and the bloodline of Hyrule's royal family carries it through her. But Queen Sonia doesn't seem to be Hylia, and it's pretty clear that not every woman in Zelda's family has the same connection - they all have power, but they aren't all Hylia herself, and only the first Zelda is explicitly stated to be her incarnation. One of the memories in Breath of the Wild shows Zelda explaining that her grandmother could hear "the voices from the spirit realm" and her mother also seemed more spiritually connected to the power Zelda was told she'd be able to channel, but Zelda herself never hears or feels anything outside herself.
The thing is, I think that's because this Zelda is looking for power in exactly the wrong place. She's been told she's connected to a vast and vital power. Evidence suggests she isn't connected to anything. Visiting the springs and the statues does nothing for her; she reaches out and finds nobody waiting for her. How could they? She's already here.
The narrative tragedy of this girl seeking a higher power, begging and praying for divine intervention, knowing an entire kingdom is counting on her to make that connection when nobody else can, and receiving only silence - because she's praying to herself and cannot answer - is incredibly powerful. Zelda is essentially in the throes of a full-blown crisis of faith and a crisis of self for the entire lead-up to the Calamity, because she's been told her entire life she's Princess Zelda and that means she gets her power from praying to the Goddess. But none of the rituals work, nothing comes through, she hears no voices from the outside. It's like the Goddess just isn't there.
The thing is, we know she's there, because Link can roll up to any goddess statue in Hyrule and Hylia herself will shine down a sunbeam and shower us with praise and heart containers. When Link needs her, Hylia is always there. She exists, she has real and tangible power. So if she's always there for Link, why can't Zelda hear her voice?
Well-
Because she's already there.
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Here are all 64 round 1 polls:
Rent vs Orphan Black
Heartstopper vs Orange is the New Black
Carol (2015) vs Bugsnax
The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern vs Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Fienburg
Red, White and Royal Blue vs This is how you lose the time war by Amar el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
Our Flag means Death vs Always human by Ari North
The last of us two vs On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden
Heartbreak High vs Shameless
Undertale vs The Handmaiden
Young Royals vs Revolutionary Girl Utena
Sens8 vs Carry on by Rainbow Rowell
Bee and puppycat vs The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Yuri on Ice vs Ranma ½
Q-force vs Feel Good
Torchwood vs The interview with a Vampire (2022)
Homestuck vs Good Omens
Some like it hot vs Killing Eve
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off vs Bound (1996)
It's a sin vs Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan
Doctor Who vs Portrait of a young lady on fire
Steven Universe vs Saltburn
Xena Warrior Princess vs Cyberpunk 2077
Welcome to Nightvale vs Schitt's creek
Night in the woods vs A league Of their own
Lisa Frankenstein vs The boys in the band (1970)
Black Sails vs Owl House
Hannibal vs The Traitor Baru Cormorant
Bottoms vs The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir
The picture of Dorian Grey vs Adventure time
The Sandman (comic) vs Supernatural
Maurice (1987) vs Hazbin Hotel
Nimona vs Love Simon
Epithet Erased vs What we do in the shadows
Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs The Other Two
One Day at a time (2017) vs Falsettos
She-ra and the princesses of power vs Dykes to Watch Out for
Celluloid Closet vs Harley Quinn
But I'm a cheerleader vs Vida
Angels In America vs Glee
Hooky by Míriam Bonastre Tur vs They both die in the end by Adam Silvera
Will and Grace vs Paris is Burning
Sanders Sides vs The Magnus Archives
The L word vs Goncharov
Queer as Folk vs Paper Girls
Boys don't cry vs Dracula
All of us strangers vs Yellow jackets
The Song of Achilles vs D.E.B.S
Brokeback Mountain vs Dead end: paranormal park
Carmilla vs Pride (2014)
The Bifrost Incident vs Pink Flamingos
Call me by your name vs Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Grishaverse vs Roswell New Mexico
Riverdale vs We Know the Devil
Stardew Valley vs Pose
Disco Elysium vs Different For girls
Banana fish vs my own private Idaho
Celeste vs Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin
Everything Everywhere all at once vs Outer Wilds
To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar vs Victor/Victoria
Moonlight vs Stranger things
The birdcage vs Midnight Cowboy
The Watermelon Woman vs The Ritz
The haunting of Bly Manor vs Epic of Gilgamesh
Fun Home by Alison Bechdel vs How to survive a plague
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ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ
"ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ
ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ…"
Word count: 3,900.
Fandom: House of the Dragon.
Pairing: Aemond x Reader!Velaryon!Niece.
WHISPERING - 3. Her.
She stood there, with a racing heart and trembling hands, even long after the scene had unfolded. It wasn't the fear of Harwin's actions that rattled her, she knew the strong man could never harm her or her siblings.
Criston Cole had filled the air with his vile, venomous insinuations, and Harwin, driven to defend his honor and her mother's dignity, confronted the challenger, and she feared the possible repercussions.
Clutching her mother’s waist tightly, she felt the nervous energy coursing through Rhaenyra’s form, her glassy vacant gaze revealing a lost mind. Meanwhile, Joffrey slept in her embrace, blissfully unaware of the turmoil.
Harwin, now dressed in somber black clothes and his once golden cloak conspicuously absent, approached them with solemn steps. With a tender gesture, he placed a kiss on the baby's forehead, whose innocence shielded him from the surrounding suffering. “I will be a stranger when we meet again” he lamented, casting a glance at her mother, before crouching down to her level, feeling the weight of sadness reflected in her subdued demeanor. "I will return" he assured her with his voice, though his green eyes showed the anguish of uncertainty, "I promise." His words, though scarce, were full of unsteady commitments.
As he turned to leave, after saying goodbye to her mother, she struggled to hold back tears, but the farewell was imminent, inevitable, and she didn't feel ready to accept the new reality that loomed over her. She ran towards him. "Please, don't leave" she pleaded, choked by sobs that hindered her voice from coming out clearly. Harwin, with his face etched with sorrow and a hand in her hair tried to console her as he felt his own tears threatening. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking comfort. He let her weep until her tears ran dry and her twin’s voice called, beckoned them back to reality. Jacaerys took her hand, trying to pull her away from Harwin.
"He has to go" he murmured softly.
Harwin stepped back slightly, face to face, their eyes locked, and gave her his word "I must fulfill my duties, princess, but we will be reunited" The promises of future meetings were the only thing that allowed her to maintain hope amid the desolation.
"We will exchange letters by raven, won't that be fun?" Rhaenyra said, and although she tried to find solace in her mother's words, the pain and unease lingered, weighing heavily on her youthful spirit.
As he walked away down the hallway, his figure slowly fading into the distance, he left her behind, with a void in her heart and doubts in her mind.
"Is Harwin Strong our father?" Jace inquired. The same questions echoed in her head, threatening to undermine their identity. "Are we bastards?" he pressed on, voicing her unspoken fears.
Terrified, their mother looked around, scanning, praying that no one had witnessed the situation. With her gaze still fixed at the end of the hallway as she squeezed her twin's hand. "You are Targaryens" she replied, confirming and dispelling their doubts. But amidst the confession, one truth remained unshakable.
"That's all that matters."
The days stretched on since Harwin's departure, each morning she anxiously awaited a letter that stubbornly refused to arrive. Insomnia and loss of appetite had become her unwelcome constant bedfellows, haunting her every waking moment. She closed her eyes as the intrusive sunbeams began to bother her through the window, only to snap them open when she heard the knocks on the door signaling breakfast time. Her lady-in-waiting, a silent witness to her sadness, departed as quietly as she came, carrying trays of untouched meals and wearing a worried expression.
Her brothers, during visits previous to their training sessions, attempted to distract her. Luke spoke incessantly about anything, trying to fill the voids, but both Jace and her, barely able to concentrate on the conversations, only mustered responses. Both too drowned in doubts, immersed in worries. Was Laenor unaware of the situation or did his distracted eyes see more than they appeared? Was that the reason he didn't spend much time with them? Was their true father aware? What repercussions would befall them if this were to be exposed? Questions piled upon questions, unvoiced and without answers, trapped within the confines of their heads, as the youngest's presence in the room prevented a frank conversation.
And, in fact, she doubted whether this matter would ever be spoken of aloud again. Perhaps the best option was to let these ideas die with time, in the darkest drawer at the bottom of their minds.
Even her mother's visits, with a loving intent, sought to cheer her up, but couldn't dispel the shadow over her. She couldn't help but reject her attempts, closing off and withdrawing further into herself with each passing day. Her mind was too busy trying to assimilate the abrupt transformation her life had undergone, struggling to come to terms with it. She just needed a little space and time to adjust to her new reality. Besides, she had given her news that added firewood to the fire of her anguish.
The place that had been their home for over ten years would be abandoned, they were going to relocate at Dragonstone. At least her mother had granted her the kindness of being able to skip her classes until it was time to leave.
Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, he occupied a prominent place in her thoughts. She longed for his comforting presence and soothing words, but hadn't found the strength to leave her room and seek him out. And she didn't believe he would take so long.
There came a moment when the need overcame all barriers. With a trembling whisper and pleading eyes, she dared to ask for what she desperately craved: his company. "Please, just until dawn" she pleaded, a pout gracing her features.
"I..." She swore she could see the questions filling and swirling in his brain, fears threatening to overwhelm him. She knew she had crossed certain boundaries, but hoped her confidant would help her fall asleep, something she so desperately needed. "I'm not sure if it's appropriate" he murmured.
"Please.”
"No one would allow it.”
"No one needs to know" she argued, trying to convince him.
"There are still hours until bedtime; I can't hide here until then."
"There is no need."
"Of course there is, I'm not invisible. The guards will see me going to your door and will notify our mothers."
"They won't see you" she could see his confused, exasperated face trying to convince her it was impossible. "But do you want to? I won't force you."
"I mean, if you wish..."
"I'm asking you."
Doubt and uncertainty danced in the young prince's mind, clouding his eyes, but finally, he yielded to the force of her request. He hesitated, nervous. "Yes" he whispered. Once she heard him say that, she ran to her books, determined, searching for the one she had borrowed from the library when she discovered it years ago and never returned.
"Look" she pointed out once she located the page, which showed plans of the Red Keep, which was full of dark secrets, hidden from most inattentive eyes. "There are secret passages all over the castle, created by Maegor, to escape and hide in case of an ambush." He looked even more confused than before. "This is your room" she indicated the way to their meeting, the clandestine path that only they would travel. "Find this part of the wall and push it. You will see some stairs and a hallway."
"I do not think it is the best idea" he doubted, she interrupted.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then do it. After you've had dinner, lock your main door and unlock this one. I'll come to you."
Although confused, he accepted the proposal, and with a sigh of relief, she saw him disappear through the threshold of her room, carrying with him the promise of a meeting.
Under the ethereal shroud of the moon’s silvery glow and as the castle sank into a sepulchral silence, she secured the door to her chamber, keenly aware that any misstep could unveil her nocturnal escapade. Wrapped in a cloak concealing her nightdress that swayed with each step, beginning her stealthy advance towards her prince's chamber, carrying a candle to light her path.
The slightly ajar threshold of the chamber emitted a beam of light that guided her, beckoning her forth. With resolute determination, she pushed the door and stepped into the room, surprising the prince who, despite anticipating her arrival, couldn't help but startle at her sudden appearance. He hurried towards her with a mix of relief and apprehension playing across him. Despite the anxiety that gripped her, a radiant smile illuminated her face, and a sense of lightness invaded her body. Both knew this was not right, this clandestine rendezvous was improper, yet they couldn't help but feel excited about their newfound secret.
"I feared you would not come" he whispered, accepting the candle she proffered to him in his trembling hands before closing the door behind her.
"I told you I would" she replied with a smile, her gaze drifting to explore the room before her. Everything was meticulously arranged, a marked contrast to the chaos of her own chamber. The bed was impeccably made, and the fire crackled in the fireplace, giving a warm welcome to the serene space. A reflection of his orderly, methodical, and serious nature that welcomed her with open arms.
Passing by him, she shed her cloak along the way and stood before his window. Its panes revealing a nocturnal panorama stretching beyond the castle. While the view from her room was the vast horizon of the sea, his showed something new, entirely different.
"Are you not intrigued by it?" she inquired, gesturing towards the city unfolding before them. He set the candle down on a table by his bed and approached her. Clad in a white nightshirt, his hair slightly tousled, different from his usual composed self.
"Truth is, I'm not" he confessed candidly. "I have heard enough tales of Aegon, and I do not feel the need to verify them."
She averted her gaze from the window and met the intense blue of the prince before turning again, now towards his bed. She climbed onto it delicately.
"Which side do you prefer to sleep on?" she asked, breaking the silence with gentle grace.
He hesitated for a moment. "And you, which side do you prefer to be on?" he countered.
"You will always consider my preferences first, won't you, my prince?" she added sweetly, a conspiratorial smile painted on her lips.
"Always" he affirmed, his answer a melody of unspoken but understood confessions, "and it’s just us here, you may call me by my name" he declared, sitting on the bed in front of her, abandoning formalities in favor of a new shared intimacy.
She let go a laughter that defied the shadows of the night, recalling the exact words she had spoken, and he now repeated. "May I remain on this side? I find the view quite pleasing" she requested, on the left side. He simply nodded before settling on the opposite end of the bed, separated by a distance they bridged with their intertwined gazes.
"I have been struggling to find sleep lately" she admitted to his attentive face. "Do not fret, I shall leave as soon as the sun rises." He nodded, unsure of what words to offer.
"Do you miss him a lot?" he asked with a shadow of concern and curiosity. She tensed at the question, torn between truth and the secrets she now knew and kept in her heart. He was her best friend, yet she didn't believe she could trust anyone with that.
"He always looked after me" she attempted to downplay the significance, framing it as a matter of safety to allay any suspicion. "He wished for me to learn how to defend myself, but I never paid much attention." She laughed at the memory. He gave her a small smile, listening attentively to her recollections.
"I could teach you" he offered.
She just laughed, silently and affectionately declining the offer. She wasn't interested in learning yet. "He bestowed upon me many books each nameday" she added, remembering, her voice a whisper laden with gratitude for the treasures she had received.
“I can provide you with any number of books as you desire” he assured, truth in his eyes. “I can give you anything you wish for, if you ask me to.”
And although his words flattered her and made her happy to always be able to count on him, she said: "You need not trouble yourself, you are not my..." The truth hovering on the brink of her lips. "Guard" she concluded, simply appeasing him. He seemed to register her slip, a flicker of understanding covering passed through his features, but he remained silent. She mentally thanked him. His eyes, two oceans of questions and promises, met hers in a gesture of shared complicity, finding refuge in their intertwined gazes, a bond deeper than the words that separated them.
They continued their whispered conversation, exploring the confines of the nocturnal realm with each shared word, until tiredness enveloped them in a hug of shared dreams.
"Could I hold your hand as we sleep?" she asked timidly. He stretched his arm halfway and she reached out to meet it. They joined their hands, in that contact, the implicit promise to keep their secrets, as silence began to reign in the room, and their eyes closed, sinking into sleep.
As the first golden flashes of the sun had caressed her face, awakening her with its brilliance and gently pulled her from the sweet embrace of slumber. Her eyes began to flutter open slowly, allowing the warm hues of dawn to seep into her consciousness. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as she stretched lazily among the soft sheets, savoring the comforting morning warmth flooding the room. She rose gently, with grace and care, slipped out of the foreign bed, the cool floor beneath her bare feet as she wrapped herself in her cloak. With light and careful steps, she silently made her way to the main door of the room, to unlock it should someone come looking for him, as the distant voices of the servants began to resonate in the castle corridors.
Aemond layed, still peacefully asleep, his tranquil figure entwined in the rumpled sheets. A slight smile graced her lips as she observed him, pleasantly surprised by the lack of order in her prince's appearance. Before leaving, she leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, a silent token of affection before she began her departure.
Once in her own chamber, with her spirits refreshed by a restful sleep, she set about her morning routine with vigor, devoted herself diligently to choosing one of her characteristic sky-blue dresses and, satisfied with her choice, set off to find her mother, eager to join her for breakfast and offer her company.
How she wished she could turn back time, and still be seated with her familia in a trembling word, yet still whole. Rhaenyra had greeted her daughter, delighted to see her emerge from her chambers once more, radiant and ready to enjoy the morning with her and her brothers. The conversation flowed easily, a dance of words and laughter filling the space.
She remembers how a dark shadow fell over the room when the fleeting happiness had been tarnished by the arrival of Diana, the lady-in-waiting, who brought devastating news, extinguishing joy like a feeble flame. A shroud of sadness covered the table when it was announced the imminent journey to Driftmark for Lady Laena's wake, whose departure had come in the darkness of the previous night, plunging the family into sudden and painful mourning. And to worsen that, a raven had flown from Harrenhal, but its letter did not contain the words she hoped for. The haunted dark castle had claimed more souls. Harwin Strong, the former Lord Commander of the city watch, and his father, the Hand of the King, had perished in a fire.
Despite sharing the same ship, she hadn't had the chance to see him. During the three days they spent at sea heading to Driftmark, she remained secluded in the shadow of her cabin, buried in Jacaerys's embrace, devastated by the recent news. She had barely discovered the identity of her true father, and yet she had already lost him. Accepting that she would never see him again was an indescribable pain, sharper than any affliction she could imagine.
Jace stroked her back, not demanding her to calm down or stop crying. Although he fought hard to appear strong and stoic in the face of circumstances, she felt drops fall onto her hair and saw the reflection of her own pain in her twin's reddened eyes. No one urged them to leave their beds, letting them rest and wrongly assuming that their tears were due to their aunt's death.
While she felt compassion for Laenor's sorrow, whom she dearly loved despite now knowing the truth, and mourned the loss suffered by her dear cousins, deprived for the rest of their lives of their maternal figure, she couldn't help but feel a growing unease with every mile that took them away from land, separating her from the man who had truly raised and cared for her; that was the funeral she had to attend.
The funeral passed painfully slowly. Everyone was present: her grandfather, alongside Alicent and their children, standing out as the only ones dressed in green amidst a sea of black. Behind them was the new Hand of the King, Otto, Alicent's father, proudly displaying the medal on his chest. The Velaryons led the gathering. Rhaenys's face was veiled, her arms around the shattered Baela and Rhaena, who shed tears incessantly, with Daemon by their side.
She had tried to console Laenor, seeking a love that had been taken away from her, and a bond cracked by reality, but he, with his gaze lost on the wooden coffin carved in Laena's image, barely seemed to notice her presence.
When her mother noticed this, she took her by the arm with delicacy and led her to her siblings, just as Sir Vaemond Velaryon began to deliver a speech in honor of the deceased. With every word that came out of him, everyone's attention seemed to focus on them. Uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny, they sought refuge in their mother's protection. The sound of the sea and the inquisitive eyes were interrupted by Daemon's laughter. Though she didn't understand High Valyrian, and it was impossible to know the reason for the laughter, she appreciated the distraction that provided them a breath from the penetrating gazes.
Once on the wide balcony of the castle, she decided to stay at the edge, next to Jace, watching the dragons fly, adorning the sky. A spectacle that would normally have thrilled her, this time failed to evoke any emotion in her.
Halaena approached them, offering condolences and providing support in her own way, with enigmatic words. She suspected that she was referring to someone else, but thanked her gesture and her empathetic nature with a small smile, as she withdrew after that, without seeking to engage in conversation.
"Have you seen your father?" Rhaenyra asked in a low voice when she spotted them among the crowd. "Your little cousins have lost their mother," she reminded them, nodding toward her cousins, who stared fixedly at a bonfire on the other side of the balcony, “they could use a kind word.”
“We have an equal claim to sympathy” Jace said, not letting go of her hand, feeling the need to be understood.
“Jace” his mother warned, looking around.
“We should be at Harrenhal,” she said, not taking her eyes off the sky, “mourning Ser Harwin and Lord Lyonel.”
“It would not be appropriate” she whispered, with a stern look. “The velaryons are our kin, and the Strongs are not.”
Before she could contradict her, Rhaenyra said: “Look at me.” Once they both looked at her, she asked, “Do you understand?” She understood the importance of not discussing these matters in such a crowded place, but that was all.
Jace pulled her hand towards her cousins, following their mother's request, but she refused, staying in her place and turning her gaze back to the horizon. Her mother sighed, gently pushing Jace to continue, and headed inside the castle.
Lucerys approached her, dejected. He said nothing, simply clinging to her waist, resting his face against her chest. She ruffled his hair and placed a kiss on his head. Minutes later, Lord Corlys Velaryon approached them and crouched down to be at her little brother's eye level, who looked at him attentively without letting go of her.
“Both my seat and High Tide will be yours one day, Lucerys” he said, perhaps as a warning or perhaps trying to cheer him up. "Your brother will be king, of course. He will be in endless councils and ceremonies. But the lord of the tides rules the sea."
"Sorry" Lucerys said, letting go and looking at the man to his right. "But I don't want it" he said sadly, lowering his head.
Corlys took his shoulders gently, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "It is your birthright, lad" he said worriedly. Did he know the truth?
"If I am the lord of Driftmark, it means everyone is dead, he said, his voice full of pain, before walking away. Young as he was wise.
Corlys stood up to his height again, placing a kiss on his crown and gently squeezing his shoulder. It was then that he noticed her gaze, fixed on Laenor on his knees, right where the cold sea water crashed against the golden sand. He quickly turned around, walking decisively towards his son's squire.
"Retrieve your patron" he said firmly enough for everyone to hear, a tense silence took hold of the atmosphere.
She didn't know how much time had passed until she felt that presence by her side. His arms were crossed, resting on the rock, and his chin rested on them, his mind elsewhere. He didn't say anything, he just extended his warm hand, placing it on her back.
Moments later, her brother Jace returned, looking for her. He pushed Aemond with his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance at the unexpected attack. He fell to the ground, but managed to cushion the fall with his hands. "Leave my sister alone."
"Jace!" she scolded him, her voice tinged with annoyance, her eyes shining with a mixture of amazement and frustration. Aware of the subtle rivalry between her brothers and their prince, she never imagined it would reach a level beyond mere verbal disagreements. She turned on her heels, after casting a reproachful glance at her brother, and reached out her hand, offering to help Aemond to his feet. “You can stay with me, my prince.”
Once standing, he simply shook his hands on his clothes and offered her a small smile before walking away without uttering a word. Her brother was puzzled.
The scene did not go unnoticed by their mother, whose serious look indicated that it was time to retire to their rooms.
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