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silentmagi · 5 months

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Listening To What Is Not Said

Pomni and Ragatha share a moment after the first supper.

Ragatha watched the others leaving, after the day she’d had she was hoping that they’d all be okay and she didn’t have to help them fix everything. Gangle could get started on repairing her mask, maybe she could even get Zooble to assist her. Jax could… Kinger would probably retire for the evening and tend to his bug collection

Suppressing the shudder that sent up her spine, she sighed as she realized that another red cross would be going up. Kaufmo, she had thought she was making progress with him. That he wasn’t going to abstract, and she could…

No, that wasn’t fair to her, she’d tried. She… she failed him.

She was supposed to be the comforter, the one that helped the others get through their problems. To be there.

What was she good for if not for-

A tiny hand tugged at her sleeve, causing her to break out of her thoughts, only to find the little jester that had arrived. Pomni. Trying to muster up a calming smile, she fought to keep her pain from showing. “Hey New Stuff, did you need something?”

“I… I wanted to say sorry, I… I…”

“You panicked, and I can’t say that I blame you,” Ragatha offered softly as she looked towards the eyes in the portrait watching over the dining area. She didn’t blame her. The glitching, the giant monster, the new world without any warning. These were all things that had made her freeze when she was first here.

Pomni shook her head, the adorable little baubles on the end of her hat whipping around. “Not that, It’s… I didn’t even hesitate. I saw the Exit door, and just… I ran.”

“Better than just standing there and letting Kaufmo destroy you,” Ragatha answered honestly, “You might have noticed we don’t feel pain aside from the glitching, and you came back the first time. You were able to get Caine by going into the void from what I understand.”

“I didn’t know that though, I-”

“You did what you thought would help you survive, and it worked out…”

Ragatha watched the jester, noticing that her teeth had a bit of sharpness to them that wasn’t there earlier. Then it was gone. “Still, I want to start making it up to you… so can I get that centipede from your room? They don’t bother me… and… I owe you.”

Oh, she remembered that she was afraid of them? Okay, that she could do, since she hated centipedes. If it made Pomni feel better about things, it would be fine with her to let her get the bug out. “Sure New Stuff, Kinger would love to add it to his collection.”

“Oh… okay… Umm… I’m not good with this stuff, but… could I give you a hug? You look like you could use one, and I don’t normally like touches, but I want to help you, like you help others,” Pomni rambled, catching Ragatha off-guard. Had she noticed? Was she that obvious, or did the Jester notice things?

Giving a slight nod of her head, she felt the small doll wrap her arms around Ragatha’s soft midsection holding her tightly. Huh, if this was her being bad at it, she couldn’t wait to see what she’d be like with more practice.

It was nice being held, it had been so long… not since she lost her eye when the first abstraction she’d known had torn it away and destroyed the eye. Queenie had held her then, and they hid until Caine could take the abstraction away.

It had been so long ago…

Leaning in, she curled around the jester doing her best to hold her, to hug her, and felt the dam she had on her emotions cracking, and crumbling slowly under the earnest effort.

Someone was hearing her silent pleas, and it was everything she’d wanted. Just someone being there. A friend she could turn to when she wasn’t strong enough to support everyone.

“You’re plenty strong Ragatha, but even the strongest pillars need support from time to time,” Pomni whispered softly. “I’m not great at it, but I’d like it if you give me the chance.”

As the tears dropped from her good eye, she felt a warmth and resolve spread through her. Something she’d forgotten was stirring in her chest, something she’d thought long dead in her.

Hope.

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jamespotterismydaddy · 9 months

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Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 6

AN: I hate doing chapters based off of episodes lol. That’s why this took so long

word count: 1,652 words

Last part, next part

He sent the dress back to me and along with it, sapphire earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet.

Does he think he can win me over so easily with flattery? I don’t wish to think it but he likely can.

I put the jewellery and dress into a drawer so I can pretend it doesn’t exist and I make sure i’m all prepared for supper. Though, I hardly believe a ‘family’ meal will go very well. I can see how Aemond still holds hostility towards my brothers. I make my way down the halls in a black dress this time. Red and black, black and red; it’s all that had been packed for such an occasion. Aemond looks at me when I enter the dining room, disturbing his own conversation with his brother or rather disturbing the scolding he was giving about Aegon’s wine consumption. I take my seat next to Jacaerys and to my utter disappointment, I can see that my least favourite uncle will be sitting to my left.

It isn’t very long before the King arrives. We all stand in silence to watch him be brought in. It is the most awkward kind of quiet that you can imagine as he is placed down between my mother and the Queen. We all sit once again, shuffling into place uncomfortably.

“How good it is… to see you all tonight… together.” My grandsire starts before seeming to lose his train of thought.

“Prayer before we begin?” Alicent offers so that her husband need not exert himself anymore.

“Yes.” He breathes out.

The prayer begins normally with the words that any pious woman would speak. The part that catches my attention is when she says, “And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest.” I glance up to my stepfather who looks ever so amused.

The King goes on to speak about how it is an occasion for celebration. When he mentions the betrothals, I bite my lip and can’t help but look at Aemond whose eyes are already on me. We all toast to my siblings and I control the urge to glare as Aegon leans across me.

“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman.” He smirks at his own comment and I scoff. Jacaerys clenches his jaw and takes a sip of his wine to stifle his anger.

Grandsire toasts to Lucerys as Lord of the Tides and I smile softly as Rhaena whispers words of encouragement to him.

“You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that.” Aegon whispers across to me to my brother once again.

“You ought to watch your mouth, Aegon.” I speak and he looks at me now.

“You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my sister and my betrothed.” Jace retorts but Aegon ignores him and smirks at me.

“Sad you’re not the one he’s putting his cock in?” He says quietly enough so only I hear.I feel myself fill with anger and I open my mouth to speak but the King stands to make a speech.

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world… yet grown so distant from each other… in years past.” He stops to remove his golden mask and I try not to gasp at the sight of his missing eye.

Like father, like son.

“My own face… is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight… I wish you to see me… as I am. Not just a king… but your father.” I am slightly surprised when his eyes fall to Aegon over his firstborn. “Your brother. Your husband… and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems… walk for much longer among you.” He drops the mask. “Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown… then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.” I can see the gears turning in my mother’s head as she hears the end of the speech. She finally decides to stand.

“I wish to raise my cup to her grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood… more loyally by his side than his good wife. She had tended to him with unfailing devotion, love, and honour. And for that, she has my gratitude… and my apology.” She finishes her toast and sits once again and we all wait for a response from my good grandmother. I watch as Alicent thinks through her response.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers… and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow.” Alicent stands. “I raise my cup to you… and to your house. You will make a fine queen.” And with that it is like a veil is lifted. 20 years of anger almost seem to be forgiven in a moment. We all raise our cups to each other. I look over as Aemond only raises his to me. I suppose some wounds take longer to heal.

Things seem to all be going well until Aegon speaks again. He is talking to me but I know his words are to anger my brother.

“He never would have pleased you anyway, niece. If you wish to know true satisfaction then all you have to do is ask.” I don’t let his words get to me but they get to Jacaerys, who stands and slams his hands down on the table.

“Jace.” Baela says softly all it takes is one word from her to calm him. He stands awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat and I roll my eyes as Aemond stands as well.

Stupid cock fight.

I glare at Aemond. If he’s disheartened then he doesn’t show it. Jacaerys gives Aegon a playful punch on the shoulder and begins a halfhearted speech about fond childhood memories which makes me chuckle lightly at the uncomfortable situation.

“... To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.” He grabs Aegon’s shoulder again and gives another friendly punch and the look on my uncle's face is priceless.

“To you as well.” Aegon mumbles out and Helaena mumbles something about beasts from next to him.

“Well done, my boy.” Our grandsire compliments.

“I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena.” Helaena says as she stands. “They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” I hear my stepfather laugh but I mostly just feel pity for her situation, though Aegon's embarrassment is amusing.

“Good.” Otto says something nice for once.

In an attempt to move the conversation elsewhere, the King says, “Let us have some music.”

Jacaerys clearly isn’t over the situation as he whispers “Excuse me.” to Baela and walks over to our aunt, asking her to dance. I don’t miss the look Aegon and Aemond share.

For a few moments, everything is at peace. We are all jovial and joking with each other like we never hated one another. Aemond makes no such jests. Things are almost perfect then the King seems to feel the pain of his ailments and has to be lifted out of the room. My family stands as he is taken away but the Queen assures us that it is fine to sit. Things are uncomfortable once again.

I don’t notice the roast pig until it is placed on the table. I try to ignore it and Jace is busy dancing but Luke is attentive. He smirks at the sight and I give him a warning look but I don’t catch his eye. Though, my expression does catch the eye of Aemond, who looks furious. The music stops when Aemond slams his fist down on the table as he stands.

“Final tribute.” I feel nervous as he raises his cup. “To the health of my nephews, Jace… Luke… and Joffery.” Everyone notices the lack of mention of me and our littlest brothers. “Each of them handsome, wise… strong.”

“Aemond.” His mother scolds as I fight the urge to smack him.

“Come… let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.” Jacaerys interjects.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” I rise to my feet and walk slightly away from the table. Jace swiftly punches Aemond in the face and Lucerys walks over to help, Aegon slamming him into the table before he gets the chance. I see Aemond push Jacaerys to the floor as Baela and I pull Aegon off Luke. The guards finally get over to break up the fight and hold Jace and Luke back the first chance they get. I back off as Rhaena holds onto Baela who’s fighting for a chance to sink her teeth into Aegon.

“I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, though it seems my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.” Aemond speaks the last part loud enough for all of us to hear it. Jace breaks free of the guard’s hold on him and lunges at Aemond again but all it takes is Daemon holding a finger up to stop his stepson in his tracks.

“Go to your quarters. All of you go, now.” Mother commands and this isn’t the time to disobey. I walk off slowly enough that I can see the silent face off between Aemond and Daemon. I’m not surprised when Aemond withdraws, following us out of the room. The evening ends up a disaster.

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gctchell · 2 months

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The cheeks.

The royal jester get-up.

The goofy/zany attitude.

The fact she's definitely referenced as a highly important religious figure literally sitting at the center of The Last Supper.

Pomni's definitely a daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, right?

#(( yes I know that's just her DC form but COME ON LOL ))#[ ooc. ]

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livingdreams97 · 1 year

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Rhaenyra Targaryen -"The Personal Guard." (Part 3)

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male reader/oc

Summary: The barely known third son of Lord Lyonel Strong, surprisingly ends up becoming the personal guard of none other than the Targaryen princess, after an incident in the forest.

Words: 3.552

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POV You

A week ago we had started with the royal tour, for Princess Rhaenyra to meet with different important Lords and find a husband. But so far every offer has been rejected.

And from my point of view, with all the reason in the world. There were men older than my father and my father is not even half a century old.

For the last two days we have been in Storms End, where the Baratheon family had received the princess and where the reception of said Lords was taking place.

I was standing next to the princess, who did not have a very good face and you could see her little desire to continue with the tour.

I stop looking at the old man who steps aside, after the princess has highlighted the Lord's knowledge of his great-grandmother's beauty and with it indirectly, the age of the Lord. Causing me to hold back my laughter at the old Lord's face.

Rhaenyra: And now, a child.- She comments wearily, when a child walks forward and bows.

Lord Boremund: The Blackwoods are an old house with a formidable army.- He comments sitting next to her, in defense of the child. -Once, they ruled the Riverlands. The blood of the first men still flows through his veins.- he tells the princess, stroking his beard.

Lord Blackwood: Princess, our ties come from afar, since Lucas Blackwood, my grandfather's grandfather, helped the Dragon in his conquest.- he says with some nerves and I can't help but feel sorry for him.

XY: Right. What would have become of the dragon without the Blackwoods? - a man in yellow asks sarcastically, causing laughter among those present and embarrassment in the child.

Lord Blackwood: We descend from the first men.- He says trying to stay calm. -Our history is rooted in this land, now home to your house.- He comments with more force than is expected from such a young boy. -If you choose me as your consort, you will live safe and carefree under my protection.- he assures with a nervous slight smile, taking a step forward and demonstrating security.

XY: Protection? - asks the same guy from before and in response I grab the handle of my sword with force. -The princess has a dragon, dumb cunt.- He mocks the boy, again provoking laughter among those present and causing the minor to lower his head in shame.

The last comment ends up pissing me off. He has been making comments from the first moment and he has already fed me. Especially for messing with a boy much younger than him, who has more guts than he will ever have and has dared to stand in front of the princess publicly to ask for her hand.

Y/n: And you will stop having a tongue for being a jester.- I threaten him with certainty causing the laughter to stop, taking a step forward and ready to draw my sword.

Rhaenyra: Y/n!- She catches my attention and I feel her hand on my arm, preventing me from drawing the sword.

Lord Boremund: Bracken! - Mr. Baratheon exclaims, drawing the jester's attention.

Rhaenyra: I could get to like it.- She tells the boy in a kind way. - Let's see the next one, I want to go to supper.- she comments letting go of my arm and repositioning herself back on the throne full of furs.

Bracken: Coward.- insults the boy when he is about to leave, causing him to draw his sword and the jester in response his dagger.

Rhaenyra: It's over.- She assures getting up from the throne and starting to walk with me behind.

Lord Boremund: Sheathe your steels, twats! - he demands and I look over my shoulder at the two of them pushing but not attacking.

Rhaenyra: Send word to harbor, and have Captain Oswin ready the ship.- She orders me as I walk beside her.

Y/n: Princess, we are due in Bitterbridge in three days time.- I remind her quickly.

Rhaenyra: I would happily row myself back to King's Landing if it brought an end to this ridiculous pageant.- She assures me looking at our back, where the two Lords are still fighting.

But we stop walking, when we hear excalations of surprise and when we look, we find that the young Blackwood extracts his sword from the bowels of the jester.

Y/n: It seems that the child can defend himself. - I comment with a small proud smile.

Rhaenyra: Don't smile so much.- she tells me with an imperceptible amused grimace.

Y/n: You have to admit that he deserved it.- I whisper, walking again together with the princess.

Rhaenyra: I'm not going to say that someone deserves death, but I don't mind their prompt disappearance in the world.- she whispers in response, so that only I and no one else can hear her.

Once on the ship back to King's Landing, I stand on the deck by the rail with my hands resting on the wood and observing the landscape of the calm sea.

In the distance you can begin to see the capital, when I feel a presence next to me and turn my face finding a silver mane on my right.

Rhaenyra: How do you think he'll take it? - she asks, raising her face to look at me, since I'm taller than her.

Y/n: That you have rejected all the suitors that he chose for you? Or that you have put an end to your trip ahead of time? - I ask somewhat amused, seeing a slight smile appear on her precious face.

She doesn't answer me, just gives me a slight, almost non-existent smile of amusement and turns her gaze towards the capital.

But we both turn our eyes to the right, when we hear a distant whistle and see nothing in the sky.

I go on alert, sending everyone to cover and that's when I see a large red dragon fly towards us. I don't have time to react, when the dragon hits our mast and causes the ship to shake hard.

Y/n: Princess! - I exclaim worried when I see her hit her head and fall to the ground. - Are you okay? - I ask after running towards her and helping her up from the ground.

Rhaenyra: I'm fine.- she answers, keeping her hand on the left part of her forehead and applying pressure.

Y/n: Are you sure? - I ask very worried, holding her face by her cheeks and trying to find any wound.

Rhaenyra: Yes, Lord Strong, I'm fine.- She assures me, looking straight into my eyes, removing her hand from her forehead and allowing me to observe the impact zone.

Y/n: The best thing is that you see the maestre.- I assure her seeing a slight swelling, but she denies immediately.

Rhaenyra: I'm fine, Y/n.- She assures me in a whisper, placing her hand over mine on her cheek and gently removing it from her face. -Calm down.- she whispers to me affectionately, without letting go of my right hand on our sides.

Y/n: Are you sure?- I ask in just a whisper, dropping my other hand from her cheek and leaving it on the other side of my body.

Rhaenyra: Yes.- She answers with a slight nod, putting a little distance between us and looking towards the dragon that moves away towards King's Landing.

I only observe the expression of surprise and admiration on her face as she watches the dragon. I frown in confusion, not understanding the princess's gaze and feeling how little by little she lets go of my hand without interest.

Rhaenyra POV

My uncle Daemon was right, I can't live life with fear and end up giving up good things. I have to experience and live without any fear, so that they do not direct my life.

So when I go back to my chambers at night and see a bag on one of the chairs. I don't hesitate to open it and pour out its belongings on the table.

I see a low-quality medium-weight dirty dark sand shirt, along with dirty dark green pants, a dirty blue jacket, a hat, and a scroll.

I open the scroll, seeing a note and a drawing on the wall behind my bed. I walk to the booth where my bed is, looking at the drawing at the top of the scroll and the drawing on the stone wall.

I push aside the bench that is in front of the drawing, placing both hands on it and pushing without much force. I hold on to the sides of the wall, when the drawing turns out to be a door and opens into a wide, dark space.

I quickly change into the clothes that were in the bag, tucking my hair into the hat and heading out the hall, closing the door behind me.

I follow the path of the passage, passing the skull of Belarion, the black terror, and find my uncle outside waiting for me with a cloak covering him.

Rhaenyra: Where are we going? - I ask curiously, when he doesn't say anything to me and starts to descend the stairs of the tower.

We walk in silence and I can't help but look around every corner excitedly. There are so many things that I have never seen before, like people playing with fire or walking with a stick in their hands on a thin rope and I can't help but smile happily.

We stopped in front of a show, a play about my family and about me. I can't help but frown and feel some offense at what they're saying about me.

Rhaenyra: Lies! Slander! - I boo with my hands in front of my mouth.

Daemon: Yes, make fun of it if you want.- He tells me calling my attention. -But part of the town believes that Aegon, the male, should be the heir.-he tells me honestly.

Rhaenyra: Your wishes are inconsequential.- I reply, downplaying what my uncle has just told me.

I start to walk away from the crowd, leaving my uncle behind and listening to his laughter.

Daemon: Not if you hope to rule them one day.- He assures me, standing next to me again.

Rhaenyra: For one night, I want to free myself from the ballast of my inheritance.- I say approaching a man and taking one of his fruits.

Daemon: Four coins street rat, pleasures are paid here.- He tells me from my side, when I offer him and quickly throw it at him running.

I start running, running away from my uncle and the merchant. I bump into some people while running and I make the mistake of bumping into armor.

Ser Harwin: Can you tell who you're running from?- He asks me, grabbing my arm and preventing me from leaving.

Rhaenyra: Ser Harwin.- I name a bit nervous, seeing the older brother of my personal guard and best friend.

Ser Harwin: Princess? - he asks surprised and looks over my shoulder. -Careful "boy”, next time you may not be so lucky.- he tells me before letting go and continuing on his way.

Daemon: Did you have fun? - He asks when he reaches my side.

Rhaenyra: Who knows when I'll be free again.- I comment continuing on our way and I feel my uncle's hand grab mine gently.

We proceed down the street, with my uncle directing us and taking us to the next destination.

The next place we enter, I find people of both sexes watching naked women and men move in some kind of strange dance on a platform.

I look at the place confused, receiving a glass of wine and losing sight of my uncle for a few moments.

When I find it, I walk over to it and set the glass down on a tray. But I am alarmed when my uncle removes the hat from my head and my hair is exposed.

Rhaenyra: What are you doing? - I ask confused, when he gives my hat to a woman and continues on his way.

I just follow him, walking into a dark hallway and everywhere you look, you'll find naked people in all kinds of positions.

From one moment to another, my uncle passes through a dark cloth and I can't stand my curiosity anymore.

Rhaenyra: What is this place? - I ask seeing a man lower the pants of another and taking his member with his hand.

Daemon: It's where people satisfy their desires.- he answers, stopping walking and causing me to stay a few centimeters from his back.

I watch everything around me, seeing men pleasuring each other as well as women and women pleasuring men as well as men pleasuring women.

Before I know it, my uncle's chin is against my forehead and I can feel his breath against the top of my head.

I look up at my uncle, taking in the dark look he gives me and how close his face is to mine.

By the time I realize it, my uncle's lips are on mine and I don't know what to do. I feel that this is wrong and that I should remove him immediately.

Something inside me turns on, like a light in the darkness of the room, and I become aware of lips on mine. Of what is really happening, of the person I really want and of the place where I am.

POV You

I find myself reading something in my chambers, enjoying the tranquility and silence that the night in the castle offers.

I am grateful that I don't have to guard the princess's room at night, as that time allows me to rest and relax doing something as simple as reading.

I look at the door strangely, when I hear a knock on it and it takes me out of my book. I get up confused from the bed, leaving the open book on it and walking cautiously towards the door.

I pick up my sword that is against the wall next to the door and calmly open the door.

I let out a sigh of calm, when I see that behind the door is none other than my older brother Harwin.

A month ago Harwin had come to the capital, to work as a guard in King's Landing and be closer to me and father.

In addition to the fact that it is good for father that he is here, because that way he can return to Harrenhal more often and be calm about leaving me here.

Y/n: What are you doing here brother?- I ask confused, opening the door more and allowing him to enter my chambers.

Harwin: I wanted to inform you of something I saw a few moments ago.- He answers me, taking off his helmet and leaving it on the table in my room.

Y/n: What have you seen?- I ask interested, after closing the door leaving the sword back against the wall and walking towards him.

Harwin: The princess.- he answers simply, picking up the pitcher of wine and pouring himself a glass.

Y/n: And what's so special about that? - I ask confused. -You're in the castle and the princess's room is a few meters from mine.- I remind him obviously.

Since being his personal guard, the king gave me the chamber closest to those of his daughter and thus be able to come to his aid as soon as possible if necessary.

Harwin: Because I haven't seen her inside the castle, brother.- He replies with a sigh, sitting on the chair by the table and sipping his wine.

Y/n: What do you mean by that? - I ask with some fear and concern for the whereabouts of the princess.

Harwin: That during my round of surveillance through the streets of the city, someone bumped into me and it turned out to be the princess.- He tells me and I open my eyes in surprise. -I didn't recognize her until she said my name first. She was dressed as a lower class boy.- She explains and I stand still not knowing what to do.

Y/n: And how long has that been? - I ask alarmed, walking to where my armor is and starting to put it on.

Harwin: A little over half an hour ago.- He answers me. –But brother, the princess was not alone.- he tells me and I suddenly stop what I was doing.

Y/n: Who was she with? - I ask a little afraid of his answer.

Harwin: With her uncle Daemon.- He answers me and I'm stunned. -And from what I have been able to appreciate for a few moments, there was a kind of intimacy between them.- He tells me with some insecurity.

I drop the bracelet to the floor, walking to the foot of my bed and letting myself fall onto the soft surface.

For almost the last month, I have accepted that I am in love with the princess and that she is the reason for my heart beating faster by her presence or memory. I know that she doesn't feel the same way about me, that our relationship will never happen and that I can only dream.

But it's one thing to tell yourself that and it's another thing to realize that it's real, and that whatever hopes I'm harboring are just that: hopes.

Because even if I repeated to myself that the princess doesn't feel the same way, the way she acted with me or talked to me when we were alone was what gave me hope. Hopes that maybe she could feel a small part of what I feel for her and maybe we could fight to be together.

But with this, it is clear to me that it was just my mind, that it gave another vision to our moments alone and that the reality was very different.

Y/n: What kind of intimacy? - I ask in just a whisper, not wanting to hear the answer, but knowing that I need it and that the truth may help me overcome what I feel.

Harwin: They were holding hands, with little amused laughs from the princess and there was a certain aura between them that was different from what a normal uncle and a niece have.- he explains to me and I can feel his gaze on me.

Now I can understand her attitude since the morning on the ship, the way she looked at his uncle's dragon from the ship and the way she looked at his uncle as well.

It all makes sense now.

Y/n: I guess she don't need my protection then.- I comment with a pinch of poison, removing the armor over my head and letting it fall without any hesitation to the ground.

Harwin: Brother.- He calls me and I can appreciate the sorrow in his voice.

Y/n: It doesn't matter.- I shake my head, trying not to cry and show how much it hurts. -I just hope she's careful and that no one else recognizes her, because then she'll be in serious trouble.- I assure him, turning my face to the window of my room and staring at the dark sky.

Harwin: I have to go back to the patrol.- He comments after a few moments in silence.

Y/n: Then go back to your position, brother.- I tell him without taking my eyes off the sky. -I don't want you to find yourself in any kind of trouble.- I assure him, taking a deep breath and watching as he gets up from the chair.

Harwin: Are you okay? - He asks me with a worried expression.

Y/n: I am, brother.- I nod trying to offer him the most genuine smile I can. -Go, before someone notices your absence.- I reassure him, keeping a smile.

Harwin: Are you sure you're okay? - He asks again, picking up the helmet from the table and placing it on his head.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod with a crooked smile.

Harwin: Good night, little brother.- He says goodbye opening the door, giving me a look over his shoulder and closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door closes, the smile disappears from my face and is replaced by a sad frown.

I feel a tear run down my cheek, but sadness is replaced by embarrassment and I rudely wipe the tear away. I can't believe I was so stupid and naive to believe that the princess could have feelings for me.

I am just a simple Lord who will never inherit lands, since I am the third and last son. I am a simple personal guard and no one can be attracted in any way to someone like that.

With a sigh, I bend down to pick up the armor and get up from the bed to put the armor back in place. I place the armor on the hanger, making sure that the fall has not created any scratches or dents on the outside.

I hear the door open and close behind me, so I sigh tiredly.

Y/n: I told you I'm fine, Harwin.- I assure with a tired voice, before turning around and seeing with surprise the person who just entered my room.

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The Pomni Theory (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Who is Pomni? That's a question a lot of people have been trying to crack. And I assure you this isn't a take you've heard yet.

Let's first establish what she's not. Most assume she is a gamer, and at first glance this makes sense. After all, why put on a VR headset if you're not one? Except there is an important clue that shows us this probably isn't true. As a gamer myself, I would not be immediately trying to take this headset off. As a gamer, I want to play this game for a bit, meet its cast, do some missions, especially considering how innovative this tech was for the late 90s-early 2000s when the show is set. Yet she is not excited about this experience in any way shape or form; Pomni immediately tries to rip off the headset. Some may say this is because of her amnesia, but if she remembers sitting at the desk and putting on the headset, surely she would have remembered wanting to put it on if she was a gamer. I think this rules out her being a game developer as well; would she be this startled by her work? She doesn't display nearly as much knowledge about the digital realm as some of the other amnesiac humans. But if she's not a gamer or a game developer, what is she, and what is her motive for putting on the headset?

I think an important hint regarding her character could be a piece of disturbing concept art created by Gooseworx, depicting Pomni on a crucifix, as well as the show's ending scene depicting Pomni at the center of a long table, which looks like the painting of The Last Supper. Both imagery compare Pomni to the likeness of Jesus Christ. I don't think this reference is religious per-say, this jester can't save you from your sins, but with The Amazing Digital Circus's story being inspired by an agnostic story, "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream," the connection can't be ignored. This imagery suggests Gooseworx sees some sort parallel between them.

Whenever I've used imagery alluding to Jesus outside of my faith-based work, I've used it to indicate a character is making a sacrifice, putting their lives on the line and risking injury or death for the sake of others, imagery I've used or would use for soldiers, policeman, field agents, or firemen. That could mean Pomni is a one of these things, though I would skew this down to policeman, detective, or a private investigator. Pomni's motive to put on the headset, then, is to pursue the only lead in her file of many Missing Persons cases tied to the C&A company. Her sacrifice, for the sake of the imagery, is unknowingly putting her safety and life at risk in order to solve the cases, bring their families closure, and if possible rescue the missing people themselves.

However, I've been chewing on my initial theory a bit more, and I may have a second theory for the imagery that's probably more likely. Who is Jesus? He is the son of God, He is the son of the Creator. Could she be the daughter of creator of the game? Could she be the daughter of one of the partners who created C&A? While I'm more compelled by this theory, it lacks a motive as to why she'd put on the headset. Was she at her father or mother's office for a visit, found a headset and was just curious, expecting it was just a funny pair of glasses she could take off immediately just to find it didn't come off?

This latter theory may or may not have extra support. Gooseworx drew a short non-canon comic where Caine discusses with Pomni that he and her mother were getting a divorce. It spurs on a series of silly jokes, but, it's odd to set up Pomni as Caine's daughter or stepdaughter in the first place, isn't it? Unless Caine was a symbolic placeholder for a father-figure who created the game or the company that produced it. I also feel like Pomni originally being intended to be a male lead during early concepts supports the "son of the creator" idea. They may have switched to a female to make this connection less obvious for a bigger reveal later on.

Keep in mind that this is just a theory based off the recent pilot and may fall apart as we get more information in future episodes of the show, in future interviews with Gooseworx or Glitch Productions employees, etc.

But alas, these are just two theories regarding the identity of Pomni. I've been wanting to write TADC theory material for a while, and the show's given me so much to think about. Do you think I may be on the right track about Pomni's identity, or have theories of your own? I'd love to hear from you in the comments.

#the amazing digital circus #pomni #theory #gooseworx #glitch #glitch productions #pilot episode #amazing #digital #circus

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The pilot for The Amazing Digital Circus dropped on Friday, and it's absolutely taken over my brain and become my new hyperfixation, so of course I'm going to ramble incoherently for like 30-40 minutes trying to construct a theory about it.

Ready? No? Well neither am I because hoo boy is there a lot to unpack here!

(WARNING: spoilers under the cut!)

I want to get this out of the way first- the pilot, in my honest opinion, is a treasure trove of those golden foreshadowing nuggets. The video I linked does a really good job of showing most of them. There is one moment, however, I believe, that is foreshadowing and was looked over.

This moment right here... they lurked on it for a reason. "But Nonny!" you protest, "Maybe it was just to show how surprised Pomni was when she finally got a full look at her new body!" And sure, that could be the explanation, but that just... isn't satisfying for me. I have an idea we'll see this scene recreated down the road- Pomni escapes back to the real world and is running from something or someone, and is able to see her human form in a mirror or window or other reflective surface.

On the topic of Pomni... When I first heard the "How do I... take this... headset off?!" My theory brain immediately jumped to "Oh, VR!", but then I thought, "Well, she could be referring to her jester hat". Glad to know I was right, as Pomni says, after failing to take it off, "I-I-I put on some... weird headset and now I'm... here." Later on, when she's running through the office, she stops and we see this:

It's... weird. Out of everything in that office, that stopped her, and it caused a very visceral reaction. I have many questions about how exactly this office is even here (did Caine make it? If so, how would he know what an office looks like?), but something stood out to me the most.

On the far right looks like a weird headset. Perhaps this is the headset Pomni was talking about.

This ties in with another very important detail.

Since the release of TADC, there's a theory that the circus is the creation by a company, and those in the circus are/were employees or beta testers for the digital circus. I want to add onto this theory that. Maybe this company is a bit more.. malicious, and this beta testing wasn't entirely voluntary. Perhaps those trapped in the circus are employees who discovered the truth behind what the company is really doing (what nefarious stuff could it be doing? No clue!). This could work- perhaps Pomni was close to finding something out, so she was manipulated into becoming a "beta tester" for TADC and got trapped there.

You know, "C & A" reminded me of "Cain and Abel"... Now, that first name sounds... familiar...

"Ok," you pipe up again, "but Caine is AI. This is been established. So, how in the world would he be able to make a (presumed) company with another individual?" Well, it could be likely that Caine was named after one of the founders of this company- or maybe he's considered a "founder" of the company. I dunno, this part of my theory needs to be fine-tuned a bit.

ALSO, WHILE ON THE TOPIC OF CAIN & ABEL: TADC seems to make callbacks to the Bible. This post does a really good at explaining it, but to summarize: at the end of the pilot, we get this scene:

The post I linked points out this setup looks very similar to Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper painting. And honestly, considering everything? This isn't too far of a reach. I'll have to keep an eye out in future episodes to see if any more of the bible references show up.

Back to Pomni- something that interested me was, after Ragatha was healed, Pomni's hand glitch healed, too.

...Why? Caine didn't snap his fingers at Pomni, but her glitching stopped when Ragatha's did. Perhaps Pomni's glitching was connected to Ragatha's, so when Caine healed Ragatha, it extended to Pomni. I'm very interested to learn more about abstracting and glitching.

Speaking of abstracting... one last thing before I finish off.

This right here... worries me. The whole Cellar thing implies that the abstracting problem has been happening probably since the beginning of the Circus. And by Caine just tossing these creatures away... I have a feeling this'll end up biting him in the butt later.

This is really I have so far. If I think of anything else, I'll be sure to add it. I know this theory was kinda all over the place, but I just wanted to get it thought there.

#nonny's nonsense #the amazing digital circus #tadc #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus theory #tadc theory

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Joker and Ace: Jester's Privilege

Chapter 1

(Note: I didn't make this clear when I first posted it, but this IS a Doctor Who fic, albeit with completely original characters and in terms of plot, 70% independent of DW's main plot. But this does begin roughly during the events of NuWho Series 1.)

Bath, England, May 183-

Despite the fact that it was only an evening in mid-May, the air in Lord Ace’s grand ballroom was hot and stuffy. Perhaps it was because due to the excessive amount of people in the room, but Theodore Ace observed that, to him in particular, it seemed to be only exacerbated by the fact that he was stuck listening to his sister prattle on about another of her unlucky suitors.

Emmeline huffed. “If you were a good and attentive brother, Theodore, you would at least pretend to take a mild curiosity in an admirer of your sister.”

“Oh I do take a curiosity, truly,” Theodore said drily. “Though I cannot advise that you marry him.”

Emmeline’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? But I have not even told you his name.”

“There‘s no need. I can already tell you that a gentleman so gullible as to be fooled by your charms is not fit to govern your household, he’ll be robbed blind by his own servants and not even notice until he has nothing to pay them with. Why, you wouldn’t have any silver for the wedding supper.”

Emmeline’s face flushed red with anger. Theodore knew he had likely gone too far this time—but he had forgotten in his time away how quickly her shallow flippancy angered him.

The arch of her eyebrows threatened a storm at any moment, but to his surprise, she showed an unusual display of restraint and calmed her brow. “Angeline,” Emmeline said instead, “I fear our brother has been studying the art of shrewishness while away at university.” She giggled. “Hardly a trait appropriate to his sex.”

“Or his office,” Angeline said. “Clergymen are meant to be amiable, Theodore, and that’s a quality that you have hardly displayed in the past ten years.”

“A quality I’ve hardly displayed to you,” Theodore corrected. “Just because you have never witnessed my amiability doesn’t mean I don’t possess it.”

“Then prove it,” Angeline said. “Stop moping in this corner and go ask one of those girls to dance. There is a lack of partners and you are a tolerable enough dancer—and, after all, this is our ball.”

Theodore took a sip of his wine. “Mm. I think not.”

“Surely you cannot stand to converse with us for the entire ball.”

Theodore gave a wry smile. “I think you’ll find that my tolerance for pain has only increased since you saw me last, dear sister.”

Emmeline huffed, fanning herself. “If you’re going to disgrace your family, Theo, could you at least be less boring about it? Run off with a duke’s wife or throw away all your allowance on betting on the races. Get discovered black-out drunk in an alley somewhere, I don’t care. I forgot how tiresome you are.”

“Emmeline,” Angeline hissed. “Mind your tongue.”

“Yes, Emmeline, heed your sister’s counsel,” a light, tittery voice concurred. Theodore looked up and hid his wince at the approach of Mrs. Ida Ace, formerly Ida Clemence, the most decided flirt and infamous socialite Bath had seen in the last three seasons. Her recent marriage to his oldest brother, Cecil, seemed to have hardly deterred her tendency towards flamboyance—he’d heard his sisters call her costume that night “perfectly lovely,” though he himself thought the violent shade of green of the feathers adorning her hair rather garish.

“If you’re going to snap up Sir Lambton as I advised, you can hardly let the knowledge get around to him that accomplished, respectable ladies such as yourself know of the indulgences some gentleman of their acquaintance partake in,” Ida said, while taking it upon herself to fix an ornament in Emmeline’s hair, which he could tell even Angeline found patronizing. “Even these walls have ears—isn’t that so, Theo?”

If Theodore had harbored any hopes of his brother having the taste to bring a sister into the family at least slightly more tolerable than the ones he had already, he had been sorely mistaken—Ida was everything his sisters admired and envied, and thus everything he despised. But while Angeline and Emmeline were merely shallow and petty, Ida was truly dangerous—the daughter of one of his father’s “business associates,” she had been working as an informant since she had come out into society when she was seventeen, knowledge he was only privy to due to some careful digging of his own. Given her jibe, she apparently had discovered (or his brother had told her) of the secret passages and panels behind the walls of this house—and of the time Theodore had spent in those walls as a child, playing what his father called “games” with a water glass and scribbled shorthand.

Theodore knew that rising to her bait was a terrible idea—so he rose to Emmeline’s instead. “If I am to be a disappointment, Emmy, I’ll do so on my own terms,” he said shortly. “Any entertainment you get out of it will be purely incidental on my part. I’m not a strung-up marionette dancing for your enjoyment.”

“Aren’t you?” Ida suddenly fixed him with a piercing, curious stare. “Why, that’s not what your dear brother tells me. Of course, he can be the most wicked liar—he loves to tease me—but I’m certain I’ve learnt to read him by now.”

Theodore felt his mouth go dry. He set down his wine glass on a nearby table for fear of snapping the stem.

He was luckily spared from giving a response by Emmeline, peering over the balcony’s railing, suddenly exclaiming, “Who on earth is that?”

“Who do you mean, Emmeline?” Angeline said, joining her.

“That girl, right there!” Emmeline nearly raised her hand to point, Angeline slapped her hand down.

Ida’s gaze snapped away from Theodore. “Oh yes, that’s what I came up here to tell you.” Her voice lowered into a confidential whisper. “That girl down there—“ she indicated someone below with a tilt of her head “—I didn’t recognize her, so I made some inquiries, but no one seems to have any idea who she is. And—“ she raised her eyebrows, eyes glittering with the anticipation of the shock she was about to instill in her audience “—she’s here without an escort.”

Both of his sisters whirled around and gasped.

“She’s here without a--” Angeline repeated dumbly.

“--what?” Emmeline exclaimed.

“Waltzed right in, bold as brass,” Ida said.

Emmeline leaned over the railing again. “Who is she?”

“Emmy, stop staring,” Angeline scolded, as she stared down into the ballroom with eyes rounder than porcelain saucers.

At any other time, Theodore would have blocked out this sort of chatter, but tonight he found his ears pricking. There were no strangers at his father’s balls, even if some of the guests thought of themselves as such. These gatherings were a dance in more than one sense of the word--a carefully constructed production of meetings, alliances, silent wars. There were no mistakes, no striking deviance planned or accounted for other than what color gown or the embarrassing amount of rouge Miss So-and-So was wearing.

So, a stranger, a young lady that no one recognized, and an unescorted one, at that, was more than just an item of gossip, it was something completely unheard of in his father’s circle--an anomaly.

As subtly as he could manage, Theodore edged forward and peered over his sisters’ heads down into the ballroom. He’d expected to have some trouble finding the lady they spoke of, but he spotted her immediately--a girl walking along the edge of the ballroom, well out of the way of the dancers whirling in the center of the floor. It was impossible to miss her, for she cut a broad swath through the crowd, those around her backing away from her and attempting to hide the way they gawked at her with varying degrees of success. They did not stare for her beauty--though she was most certainly very fashionably dressed, wearing an elegant, champagne-colored gown with the lowered waist that had become so recently popular of late and pale flaxen curls piled on her head and tumbling over her shoulders--no, they stared because they all knew what he knew, that she did not belong here. She hardly seemed to notice how they gasped and whispered behind unfurled fans, hands clasped demurely in front of her and gazing at her surroundings with delight and curiosity.

Theodore took all this in at a mere glance, but as if she could feel herself being watched, the girl stopped in her tracks--then, slowly, curiously turned her gaze to the balcony where he stood.

Theodore nearly jumped back out of view, a jolt of electricity running through him that he did not quite understand the source of. Of course she could not have known he was looking at her; that was impossible. He didn’t even know that it was he she was looking at. He swallowed, astonished at his own confusion.

Slowly, the voices of his sisters swam back into focus. “--you wrote all the invitations yourself, didn’t you, Angeline?” Emmeline was asking.

“Of course I did, but I assure you, I did not invite her--whoever she is.”

“Well of course you didn’t,” Ida said condescendingly. “She’s likely some little village girl on her first trip to Bath who thinks she can walk into any ball she wishes as long as she’s passingly acquainted with someone in attendance. Shocking, to be sure.”

“Or maybe she’s a servant who has stolen her mistress’s clothes,” Emmeline said. She turned up her nose. “That gown is much too fine for her.”

Their voices began to sound like nails on a chalkboard, his annoyance reaching heights he’d never thought possible. He resisted the urge to grit his teeth.

“She walks as if she believed she waltzed straight off of a fashion plate--”

“--if you’ll excuse me,” Theodore interrupted, bowing with his last scrap of his composure and heading towards the stairs.

“Oh? Where are you off to?” Angeline asked.

“Didn’t you want me gone?” Theodore snapped back over his shoulder.

“Yes, but where are you going?”

Tonight was supposed to have been uneventful. He was supposed to have stayed out of sight, dance with the required number of ladies to avoid being considered rude, avoid getting into spats with his sisters, keep his own irritation with the proceedings down to a low simmer, and, above all, avoid attracting his father’s attention.

Well. To the devil with all that, he supposed.

“Nowhere,” he said, heading down the stairs.

“Oh, let him go,” he heard Ida tell his sisters condescendingly. “One of Theo’s greatest joys in life has always been to be clownishly contrary, and since as a clergyman I’m sure those joys shall become few and far between, we shall let him enjoy them while he can.”

When Theodore entered the ballroom, the girl was still standing in the same place, now studying the frescoed ceiling with great interest, her head tilted to one side.

Theodore knew he was being childish, exceedingly so. The exceedingly rational, careful side of his brain was telling him he would come to regret what he was about to do, but so great was his irritation with his sisters, this charade of a ball, and the very fabric of his life, that in that moment he could not bring himself to care.

So, Theodore Ace, third son of Lord Ace of --shire, without prompting, the proper decorum, or any means of introduction, and with the knowledge that every eye in the ballroom watched him, walked up to a lady he did not even know the name of and made his bow.

“Good evening, miss,” he said.

She turned, and at the sight of him her eyes lit up with such an unguarded, radiant delight that he felt a sudden sense of vertigo. A slow, broad smile spread across her face. “Hello,” she breathed.

Theodore froze for a moment at the strangeness of her reaction. There was something about the intensity of her gaze, the way she seemed to be taking in every line of his face, that suddenly made his cheeks go hot. But he would not be deterred.

He swallowed, determined to plunge on. “Would you dance with me?”

Chapter 2 ->

#joker and Ace #first draft!#I’m not sure if I want this to actually be the first chapter because I feel like it assumes you know too much #but at the moment this is the first part of the first chapter #Val’s ocs #tw alcohol #salt and light

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randomuser678 · 6 months

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i wanted to confirm you were the person who compared pomni and ragatha to judas and jesus and never in my life did my vision feel more understood LMAO... i would have tagged you somewhere but i was hesitant to accidentally come off as putting you on blast or something DJHGJG ToT)

That is extremely fucking funny to me and so validating that my comment about a rag doll and a jester being Jesus and Judas parallels had an influence on the world.

And also when I first watched TADC I misheard Ragatha's name as "Ragda" as in Magda as in Mary Magdalene as in one of Jesus's bffs as in I'm fucking losing my marbles

And idk just the fact that Ragatha is the furthest away from Pomni on the supper scene, they already have so many scenes together I'm being driven up the fucking walls.

ANYWAYS YOUR ART RULES I'm genuinely so happy lmaoooo thank you for the Ragdhalia and Pomegranate ship art, i love your art in general but you've been giving so much Ragni or whatever they are called it's on my brain

#answers #the amazing digital circus #tadc #ragatha #pomni

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thestudentfarmer · 4 months

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It's wet and rainy today, so I'll be cooking today and staying indoors to keep warm and dry :)

I'm cooking some acorn and delicata/jester squash in the oven for making noodles and soup broth.

I'll be taking the seeds from both to make some seeds snacks.

Frybread is in the making and I started some pork loin in green sauce In the crockpot~

Breakfast will be made soon. A lovely scrambled eggs (from our hens), chopped jalapeno and a lil shredded cheddar. Plus a leftover chopped seasoned potato (I like to make extra when I cook them for supper so we have quick fried potatos in the morning:) )

More later, when ibhave some pics :) Stay safe, warm and dry :)

🌱🌧 Happy Homesteading and cooking 🌧🌱

12.22.2023

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Untold

Boom bap skapoom ddededede lemme just drop this bad boy off at the park and run away. Reread fire and blood and wanted to experiment with that fake biography style which I’m not very good at but it was fun SKIDIBOP mmdada BOOM

Rating: General

Tags: Period typical assholery, lots of death, angsty, turNCLOAKS?!, Aegon is on Douchebag Hours until he got fucked the fuck up, targ princess reader, incest, Cregan said hol up we don’t play like that in The Fookin North

“House Rowan has been taken by Lord Ormund and Prince Daeron,” said the kinslayer. The maester with him wrote of Aegon’s hitched noise and lidded eyes opening with a snap.

The haggard Aegon stared at his brother, face puffy and eyes glazed from the milk of the poppy. He rarely was awake in his recovery. Prince Aemond figured their youngest sister’s safety would raise the twisted king’s spirits. Aegon had mumbled, “Get her to the…Keep.” He soon after returned to the world of sleep— exhausted from the mere act of eating.

In True Telling, Munkun writes that the arrival of princess would guarantee to distract Aegon more if he ever got well. Not to mention her priceless dragon Merigar, waiting in the Dragonpit. Her Rowan in-laws declared themselves Black until Daeron routed Lord Thaddeus. The Prince regent Aemond was very keen to get the young woman back in the walls of King’s Landing.

The princess later was watched by all, silent tears streaming down pale cheeks as her husband was put to the sword. She was merely 7 and 10 and married for a scarce year. No child was born of the union, much to the happiness of the greens. Especially the ailing Aegon, who had requested for her to stay by his side. The tale of the ‘little princess’ and King Aegon was of a bleak nature, like many others during the Dance.

From a young age she had always been known to bear love for her eldest brother. Even when the rest of their siblings avoided the wayward Prince like the red plague. She followed Aegon around, a pale specter at his heels. That love had long grown strained and non-existent before the Dance. Prince Aegon had settled into his debaucherous ways— drunken binges and periods spent off in Flea Bottom.

Aegon did not engage with her as much, likely discarded the princess for hedonism. Her personal journal stated she received nothing but apathy and slurred condescension when they interacted. Bitterness filled the younger’s heart and after she sought refuge either on her smoky dragon Merigar or a court favorite. Whispers circled around the keep about Aegon not being the only sibling to have a healthy, lustful appetite.

The jester Mushroom wrote that the young princess, fueled by Aegon’s rejection, turned to carnal desires to draw his attention. He claimed she had a retainer of comely knights, daring whoever could climb to her chambers could seize her maidenhead. Grand Maester Munkun disparages that, illustrating the girl was fond of the male gaze but remained chaste. All accounts at the time do mention the public schism between Aegon and his once favorite sibling.

When the striking girl was publicly engaged to the handsome Braxton Rowan in late 127 AC, approval rounded the court. It was a happy time for all, the birth of Prince Maelor had occurred a month beforehand. King Viserys, largely crippled, hastened the wedding on fears of expiring too soon.

Prince Aegon was not of a jovial spirit on the day of the betrothal. He slouched in the throne room with a sullen pout, leaving immediately afterward. The Prince by all reports proceeded to get irrationally intoxicated and escorted from supper by twins Cargyll of the Kingsguard. Ser Criston Cole wrote in concern to Septon Eustace on the occasion.

“I fear for our princess after Aegon’s behavior. You must pray that she will be looked after by the Maiden. He was wrought with jealousy, slamming cups and yelling like a child in the midst of a tantrum. The prince must be kept away lest he seek to claim her before the wedding.”

No other mention was made of the two interacting until the night before the ceremony. Lord Thaddeus Rowan and his retainer had arrived that morning. Comely Prince Daeron had made an appearance with Lord Ormund and his she-dragon Tessarion close behind.

Queen Alicent was said to be overwhelmed with tears, joyous at all of her children together. Eustace somberly notes that it would be the last time she would have the sight. King Viserys was resting in his solar during the reunion, Maester Orwyle tending to the King before the festivities.

Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon remained on Dragonstone with their offspring, an obvious slight.

The young lord Braxton Rowan was handsome in the colors of Goldengrove, strapping and tall with blue eyes and thick brown locks. The little princess was smitten, blushing when the heir dropped to a knee and kissed her hand. Lord Thaddeus proudly boasted that he had never seen his eldest son so lovestruck. Most could see why, the princess was silver and slim. She had taken after her mothers side— willowy and statuesque in appearance. Her and Prince Aemond were similar in that way.

Supper in the keep happened to be a less joyful event. Prince Aegon had joined in the toast to the soon-to-be wed couple. He drawled, “To my lovely sister and her betrothed, I hope she may find joy in an otherwise banal man and his meager lands.” The princess burst into tears, Lord Thaddeus and his sons had to be restrained. Prince Aemond shoved his brother back into his chair with a sharp look. In a fit Queen Alicent excused her drunken son, fretfully apologizing to the angered Rowan clan. Peace was restored in quick succession after.

Accounts are hazy on the occurence at the hour of the Wolf. Two things were consistent in Grand Maester Munkun’s and Septon Eustace’s books. Mushroom will be excluded as his tale was outlandish and inconsistent. One, that Aegon and the little princess did get caught in the godswood by Ser Criston Cole. Two being she had raked her nails bloody across his cheek, stating to Cole that she made a mistake.

Aegon wept during the wedding, disappearing after her red and black Targaryen maiden’s cloak was replaced with the gold and silver of Rowan. The princess smiled and shined for all to see in the meantime. She was cheerful and danced through the night, laughing even during the ribald bedding ceremony. The Targaryen recounted the consummation as a ‘passionate affair’. Off she went to Goldengrove, where Lord Braxton doted on his new wife. Plans were in progress to build a place for the handsome Merigar.

Most were sure the princess was for Rhaenyra; there are multiple records of her openly voicing that her elder brother was unfit for the Iron throne. Eustace with his known dislike for the half-year queen left the Princess out of the Rowan’s claim for the Blacks. When Daeron met with her, she cried and beseeched the Daring to spare her husband and good-father.

Upon her return to King’s Landing, Prince Aemond kept a tight leash on his sister, disallowing her to leave the keep. She was miserable. The girl cried in Aegon’s chambers or the godswood. Mushroom had even tried to lift her spirits, claiming the princess threatened to feed the jester to her dragon. Aemond complained of her dour mood to the Dowager Queen.

While Helaena descended into madness, the other grew hateful. She hissed and threatened to strangle Aegon in his poppy-aided sleep if she had to stay by his side any longer. Merigar felt his rider’s misery, killing two dragon-keepers in a fit of rage. She scrawled down in her diary, “I crave death. I hate him so and yet.”

During the fall of King’s Landing, the princess was given a good deal by Rhaenyra. Ride for the blacks and she would be pardoned on behalf of her ‘green blood’. The little princess swore fealty immediately. Upon hearing the news at Harrenhal, Aemond, already angered by the loss of King’s Landing denounced his blood with a snarl. Queen Alicent did not speak to her youngest daughter for the entire period of Rhaenyra’s rule.

The widow expressed doubts in her journal, fearing she was unable to actually kill any of her blood. She never got the chance to do that. The series of deaths during the half-year rocked the girl. She spent more time with her dragon than with humans after Daeron was reported to have perished at Tumbleton. In her cups, she lamented to many, “I fear I may never smile again.” True Telling mentions that the embittered woman kept quite true to her word.

Rhaenyra felt the growing dread in her half-sister and became uneasy. She was paranoid of turncloaks, especially after Addam Velaryon was questioned. Rhaenyra sent her dragonback on a fool’s errand to the Reach for aid at Highgarden. Dangerously she would be passing where the green army lie in disarray. Merigar and his princess flew North instead.

Sightings of the smoke colored dragon came as far as Last Hearth. Aemond and Daemon held their last battle, Rhaenyra too overcome with the unrest in King’s Landing to do anything about her sister’s disappearance. The princess grew gaunt and grey in the North, the life sapped from her bones. She supped with the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch before returning to King’s Landing.

Lord Commander Brune wrote in his memoirs, “She was exceptionally kind and forged of steel under her thin skin. I was baffled when she climbed on that black beast of hers and called down, “Valar Morghulis.” It was one of the stranger days on my watch.”

No one truly learned why the princess came out of isolation. She stopped writing in her journal after visiting the Wall. Orwyle theorized that she was growing mad, Mushroom shared a bawdy idea, Eustace and Munkun simply think the Valyrian was tired and missed home.

Home was much different now back under the reign of Aegon the Elder, rendered shattered and volatile. He was still mourning the loss of the golden Sunfyre. The city watch and small folk grew frenzied and nervous when the shadow of Merigar flew over the city. Multiple riots had to be put down around Flea Bottom. Construction on the Dragonpit was halted for atleast a fortnight.

She landed her mount in the outer yard of the Red Keep, falling off in exhaustion and obvious starvation. The princess slept for two days. King Aegon fretted over her health, having grown regretful and somber in regards to his sad life. Remarkably, Dowager Queen Alicent was found by her side. Upon awakening the princess dryly remarked, “I think I shall stay now.” The green queen wept and wrenched her hands.

The princess kept out of the rampant politics ensuing the rest of Aegon II’s reign. She remained without an opinion, oft apologizing to Lord Corlys. The king and his sister reconciled— likely from isolation and shared misery. They drank and reminisced on better times late into the night. She helped her brother plan his marriage to the Baratheon girl.

In the Testimony of Mushroom, there is a tale that may have an element of truth to it. The king and his sister were inseparable the last months of his reign. She was noted to stay in his bed at night, Alicent trying her hardest to keep that under lock and key. Mushroom claimed that Aegon the Elder had been regularly viewing his sister pleasure herself with a variety of wooden toys imported from Lys, him unable to copulate due to his broken body.

While the extent may not be that lewd, Septon Eustace did make a vague mention in his notes about Aegon hinting at instead marrying his sister, now nine and ten years of age. Nothing ever came to fruition as the king was poisoned in his litter. Immediately the ever present princess was questioned and thrown into Maegor’s holdfast.

She denied having involvement, stating blankly that her brother was the last person in her life that mattered. The interrogations could not find any proof and she fell into a catatonic state. The lack of involvement on the princess’ behalf is what sealed her fate. At the hour of the Wolf, Cregan Stark declared her a traitor to Rhaenyra and her heirs for choosing to become ‘a concubine for the thrice-damned drunken cur’.

She was executed by the Lord of Winterfell himself. Her last words are the subject of question. The teenaged girl sighed, “If only.” Merigar thrashed and broke from his chains concurrently during that fatal swing of Ice, escaping into the skies. The proud dragon was never to be seen again. Thus ended the ever shifting life of the little princess.

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