Aphrodite
Goddess of love, lust, passion, beauty, pleasure, sexuality
Love is a confusing phenomenon. It's a thread, a string only achieved through a commoner’s needle. Seemed as though only they were allowed to experience the love she sought. For royalty, it had to be pulled out of the fabrics of duty, pulled and pulled till the thread snaps and the fabric is left in ruins. “Duty is the death of love”
Oh but why? Why must she be subjected to such a fate..such a force..such a burden of the throne of death.
“It’s greater than our wants and desires.” Her father had said.
But how does one thrive without desire? How does one thrive without thrill and passion? Isn’t it mere human nature to want, to crave, to love? Yes. Yes it is. Of course it is. In fact it should be. If she were a son.
Daemon was fun. He was charming, dashing and ..forbidden. Smiles and gifts were exchanged, he took her places where no one would ever imagine the realm’s delight to be. And then he abandoned her.
Was this love? Or was it just fun? Is love supposed to be fun? Is love supposed to be only fun?
Against her better judgement, her younger self became enamoured with the Rogue Prince. But she was to be married to Laenor and it would not have worked. The thoughts of him went bitter in her head. To want, to crave, to love.
A loveless marriage. Tradition. Bound to each other till death claims them. Bound to the wrong person till death claims her.
To have children with Laenor would have ripped the fabric into tiny million pieces. She needed someone to revel in her desire with, someone that could reciprocate.
Harwin was sweeter than she expected, kind and..devoted. She probably broke several laws in her house alone by even feeling lust for him, let alone consummating and having children.
“The realm’s delight” to the “whore of dragonstone”.
Laughable. This was the heir to the throne? To say she struggled through the confines of her narrow reputation, was far too simple. All the great rulers before her were fucking whores. But alas, they were men.
Daemon came back eventually. Far too late. Her hero was here after she was married and had 3 children to and with a different person.
It was disappointing. Or maybe this is how it's supposed to be. He wouldn’t leave her again, would he? He can’t.
If love requires desperation then so be it. There isn’t much left to her distinction.
Ah all is gone to her name but that damned throne.
There were times where she wanted to run away, never look back and flee Westeros entirely. What had duty ever done but restrict her? What had duty ever done but trap her in its confines, suffocate her with its burden, poison her with its expectations?
But the power it would bring. She could relish in it. Revel in it and no one would be allowed to bat an eye. If her name was in ruin, so be it. If her crown shattered, so be it. Duty brought about power. And isn’t it merely human nature to want power, to crave power, to love power?
Tolī mirre, issa se ānogar hen zaldrīzes.
After all, she is the blood of the dragon.
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