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At the FDR Presidential Library, I read that the British press considered it crass and undignified for the Roosevelts to share hotdogs with the King and Queen of England when they visited Hyde Park. Are there any other fun anecdotes about Presidents serving the wrong food to dignitaries?
FDR also served them beer with their hot dogs! From the accounts that I've read, King George VI enjoyed them and asked for more. Queen Elizabeth (that's the Queen Mother -- Elizabeth II's mom) had to ask for directions about how to eat the hot dogs, but apparently ended up using a knife and fork. Apparently, the King and Queen really appreciated the lack of formality in their visit to Hyde Park because it came on the heels of a very formal, month-long state visit to Canada. President Roosevelt and King George even went swimming together a couple of times in FDR's pool and went for a ride in FDR's custom-made car that allowed him to control everything with his hands due to his disability.
Off the top of my head, I can't think of any incidents where Presidents served the wrong type of food to guests. I'm sure it has probably happened over the years, but State Dinners are pretty meticulously planned by protocol officials on both ends. One story that I always liked was President Reagan noting in a diary entry that Prince Charles (now King Charles III) was served tea during a visit to Washington but had absolutely no idea what to do with it because it was served with a tea bag.
From Reagan's diary entry on May 1, 1981:
"Highlight was noon visit by Prince Charles. He's a most likeable person. The ushers brought him tea -- horror of horrors they served it our way with a tea bag in the cup. It finally dawned on me that he was just holding the cup & then finally put it down on a table. I didn't know what to do. Mike [Deaver] escorted him back to the W.H. and apologized. The Prince [said], 'I didn't know what to do with it.'"
#History#Presidents#Presidential History#Franklin D. Roosevelt#FDR#State Dinners#Presidential Protocol#King George VI#Prince Charles#King Charles III#Ronald Reagan#President Reagan
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Through the Years → Felipe VI of Spain (965/∞)
3 May 2010 | Prince Felipe de Borbon posing with wife, Princess Letizia Ortiz, for their official portraits at Spanish Royal House. (Photo by Casa de Su Majestad el Rey / DVirgili/Corbis via Getty Images)
#Prince Felipe#Prince of Asturias#King Felipe VI#Spain#2010#Casa de Su Majestad el Rey#D Virgili#Corbis via Getty Images#through the years: Felipe
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LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !
amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.
♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader
♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au
♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added
♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D
♱ status. on-going (slow updates)
♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱
PROLOGUE.
ACT I. THE LADY
ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE
ACT III. THE KNIGHT
ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS
ACT V. THE BLESSED
ACT VI. THE SIN
ACT VII. THE REVELATION
ACT VIII. THE ENEMY
ACT IX. THE LOVER
ACT X. THE EMPRESS
EPILOGUE.
PROLOGUE
Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate!
You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes.
No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!
In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.
Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.
And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?
Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.
As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.
“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?”
“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”
Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.
“Will you atone for your sins?”
“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”
As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.
Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.
“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”
There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.
And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.
“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”
“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”
“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”
In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.
Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince.
Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?
As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.
Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?”
Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?”
She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.
“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.”
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#series: lltv#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk royal au#slow updates bc sy is prio#i will not write this in archaic english anymore ITS HARD AF#but i had to put this out there so i can remind myself to write it *sobs*#might just write this on the side
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Une semaine après le déménagement : d’un coup, comme ça, je vis avec lui. On a emménagé dans un appartement à l’aveugle, sans en avoir vu de photos avant, et maintenant on dort dans un petit lit tous les soirs, tous les deux, et le matin on se réveille dans une cuisine ensoleillée, on boit notre petit café, on déjeune, de façon pas très coordonnée, chacun de notre côté la plupart du temps, encore sous l’emprise de nos habitudes de vie tous seuls. On révise aussi chacun de notre côté, on part au travail de notre côté, notre quotidien a pas trop changé au final. Quand on a le temps, on vide les cartons, il classe nos livres, minutieusement et par ordre alphabétique. Je le vois s’impliquer à 200% dans le classement des livres, et je comprends qu’il aime travailler comme bibliothécaire. Hier, il est venu vers moi avec Le Petit Prince dans la main, l’air embêté. Il m’a demandé comment on faisait en France : c’est « D » comme De Saint-Exupéry ou « S » comme « Saint-Exupéry » ? Cet après-midi, je suis rentrée des cours et il avait fait la vaisselle, monté un meuble IKEA et m’avait fait un petit Tupperware pour le travail ce soir :o
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Thinking abt trolls 3 and why it picked up so much traction compared 2 the other 2 movies. Like technological advancements aside I think the main thing is just the character lineup.
Movie one was mostly branch and poppy. All the kidnapped trolls operated as One entity really so it’s not like u could particularly??? Care about them too much. Bridget and Gristle were really really fun but the villain wasn’t anything particularly special or noteworthy judging by just how little people. Talk about her. OH and also creek was there (literally forgor im rereading this for typos and adding this now) but like. Oh no the guy who showed up for like 5 minutes is a Bad guy and im supposed to care about the quest to save him mostly just because theyre telling the audience they should care because Poppy cares . But theres just not a lot of setup (and Creeks just not that. Interesting?)
Second movie had considerably More bangers and was definitely going in the right direction character wise. But it had the Opposite problem with wayyy too many guys that were really interesting and not a lot of time to do anything with them. You get King Trollex’s intro, Biggie, Cooper and Prince D and their parents, Delta Dawn, and Allll the bounty hunter trolls, PLUS Barb and the rock trolls. Barb was definitely a prime example of a major upgrade from the movies, having a villain that the audience actually vibed with and u could Tell by fan reactions I think. (Parb sweep) But there was just. Sooo so much, on top of the lore dump and a plot that you really had to get cool with really quick to get invested in. theres a bunch of new trolls and these strings that are definitely super important promise (lie)
The third one feels like they finally like. Know what theyre doing. With their own universe. No big lore dumps, theres not even any Explanation for what Mount Rageous is, they just introduce you to it and the Rageons with confidence thru Velvet and Veneer and expect you to get it. Plus, theres still a lot of characters, but theyre much more tangibly connected now. All the brozone brothers are well established and have preestablished relationships with each Other so even if we dont get much time with them it doesn’t feel like theyre that out of place. It still requires some suspension of disbelief vis a vis “Branch had Four super secret brothers hes Never mentioned,” but they make it work and frankly, the set-up is a lot more easier to get invested in than “secret magical strings that Invented Magic I Guess.”
And with Brozone and Viva theres a connection To the main characters rather than just being tag-alongs for tag-alongs sake. They’ve all got their own niches to make them individually compelling but theres a connecting thread here so they still feel like they’re a part of the story. And they’re all there to do something!! And then Velvet and Veneer of course continue the vibe that Barb had of being villains with enough screen time and personality that you like them As characters and arent just viewing them as The Plot Obstacle. Which is cool i think. Overall i just think the third movie felt a Lot more confident to do what the fuck ever and thats Really good.
#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#me when I’m saying so many words.#like obviously i think trolls 3 still has its issues with a crowded character lineup and flying by the seat of its pants plot wise.#but at this point the writers are so confident in their setup and they make things work so Well that i dont Care that much.#if im having a good time and you sell me on it then hell yeah branch used to be in a successful boy band.#and now his gay brother is being absorbed of his. troll magic? like sure why not.#text posts :0]
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kingmaker | p.sh
MASTERLIST
As an assassin working for the Hwangs, you have proven your loyalty to your benefactors for more than a decade. But when Lady Hwang's plans for a rebellion land you in a bride selection for the Crown Prince, you find yourself at a loss. Unfamiliar with the ways of the gentry, your reliance on a previously unknown informant is your only source of hope. And yet, you learn very quickly that no one in high society can be trusted, including yourself.
Because who else but you is there to assassinate the King?
➢ pairing — prince's attendant sunghoon x undercover assassin reader
➢ genre — sunghoon royalty au (sort of), angst, crossovers with various members of different kpop groups (enhypen, itzy, skz, aespa, nmixx, ive, nwjns)
➢ status — ongoing
➢ warnings — graphic depictions of violence and blood, characters have pretty bad trauma, morally grey decision-making, social hierarchies, dynamics similar to slavery. if this were ao3 i’d say DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
➢ disclaimers - most characters are depicted as very tricky/manipulative, and there are themes that are not acceptable in today’s society. this is NOT meant to reflect the idols’ real-life personalities. this is a work of fiction! let's be clear i do NOT condone most of what's written here irl! don't try this at home.
➢ a/n — not my first rodeo but we die like it is💀 cross posted on ao3 n wattpad by the same names :D go check em out if u want
➢ chapters (updated every other sunday)
chapter I | chapter II | chapter III | chapter IV | chapter V | chapter VI
➢ taglist (open) via asks!
#enhypen#enhypen sunghoon#park sunghoon#sunghoon fanfiction#sunghoon fanfic#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x y/n#sunghoon x you#enhypen jay#park jongseong#enhypen royalty au#enhypen niki#enhypen nishimura riki#nishimura riki#itzy yeji#skz hyunjin#ive wonyoung#jang wonyoung#aespa karina#aespa ningning#aespa ning yizhuo#nmixx#nmixx kyujin#nmixx bae#ive yujin#ahn yujin#nwjns minji#kim minji#enhypen x reader#enhypen x y/n
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and without any further ado here it is...THE BEST BUTCH BRACKET OF 2023!
8 matches will be posted daily, each lasting for one day. i'll begin posting brackets tomorrow (feb. 20).
all characters and their matchups are listed under the cut! i have attempted to make them as fair and equal as possible. please be respectful of me, the bracket organizer, as well as your fellow voters. don't get too mean. we're here to have fun.
-susie (deltarune) vs mal yoo (lumberjanes)
-undyne (undertale) vs bismuth (steven universe)
-gideon nav (the locked tomb series) vs vi (arcane/league of legends)
-ellen ripley (alien) vs corky (bound 1996)
-applejack (my little pony: friendship is magic) vs strawberry shortcake (strawberry shortcake 2003 version)
-clarisse la rue (percy jackson and the olympians) vs qibli (wings of fire)
-casey jones (rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles) vs lake (infinity train)
-kermit the frog (the muppets) vs the butch teddy bear (source unknown)
-ruby, the instigator (disco elysium) vs kira nerys (star trek: deep space nine)
-jess goldberg (stone butch blues) vs mo (dykes to watch out for)
-susie myerson (the marvelous mrs. maisel) vs lupe garcía (a league of their own 2022)
-seymour krelborn (little shop of horrors) vs gomez addams (the addams family)
-haruka tenoh/sailor uranus (sailor moon) vs raine whispers (the owl house)
-beauregard lionett (critical role) vs jaina bronzebeard (not another d&d podcast)
-amaya (the dragon prince) vs rika (pokemon)
-shira (ice age) vs graham (but i'm a cheerleader)
#most of the matches were arranged because the characters had something in common#and would give each other a fair challenge#except for the last one that's because i forgot to put graham in </3#best butch bracket 2023
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Can I request Vis and Daemon’s sister who is also Daemon’s wife, grows a lot closer to Rhaenyra after her mothers death and Rhaey is always with her now, and Otto tries to tell king Vis this is a plan to manipulate the Princess. But when Vis confronts Deamon about it, Deamon blows up at him for ever assuming that, and rants about how his wife is the only one trying to comfort Rhaey and actually take care of her, and that the King is making it about himself especially after he married her best friend
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
“Shh, it’s okay to be sad.” You whispered into Rhaenyra’s ear as she settled her head on your lap. Your fingers moved through her locks as you hummed a lullaby your own mother had once sung to you. The soft sobs of the Princess slowly settled down as she cuddled into you some more.
The weeks that had passed since the Queen’s death had been hard on your young niece but you had been there every step of the way. You hoped to bring her some comfort in this time of sorrow. You weren’t alone in the matter either but there were some snakes in the grass that thought otherwise.
Or wanted to spin the truth for whoever would listen and unfortunately for you; it was the King who was listening. He was too cowardly and listened to the Hand more than he should and Otto was happy to whisper lies and venom. “Would you like to try and eat now?” You whispered down to the Princess.
Your stroking over her hair never stopped as she only hummed. A beat of silence moved past you both. “Come on then. It’s getting cold.” You hummed and gently moved to stand; helping Rhaenyra to do so as well. You both linked arms again almost instantly as you walked into the palace.
You both didn’t notice Otto and the King watching you. The hand whispered as ever into the King’s ear. “She is just using your daughter.” The hand whispered and watched as the frail King believed him. “No, she wouldn’t do that.” Viserys whispered and watched his sister comfort his own daughter.
“Of course, my King.” Otto hummed but he knew he was placing doubt that was only growing inside Viserys.
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Daemon was bored. And that was never a good sign. After the Queen’s death, you had spent most of the time with his niece. He didn’t mind that at all but he got lonely too; Daemon was near pouting now. He was a needy creature, especially for his wife but he would back down for the moment.
“The King, my Prince.” The servant spoke into the quiet room as he opened the door for Viserys to move in. Daemon slowly moved to stand and placed the book he was reading back onto the table. “Brother.” Daemon smiled; happy to see him as Viserys dismissed the guard who quickly left.
He hid the confusion as he motioned for the King to sit. “Is there something wrong?” The Prince asked. “I hope not. I would like to speak to you about something. About Y/N.” Viserys finally replied. Daemon’s brow furrowed at the mention of you. His protectiveness rises easily. “What about her?”
“I believe she is manipulating the Princess.” Viserys' words fell from his mouth before he could stop them. “Why would you think such a thing?” Daemon whispered; hardly believing what he was hearing. The rage inside him was only growing by the second and the only thing saving Viserys was the fact that he was his brother.
“Brother..I know it’s difficult.” The King tried as he watched his brother’s famous temper begin to rise. “My wife is the only one there for your daughter. You saw to that.” He spat at the King without any care. “Marrying her best friend ..her only friend!” Daemon reminded him as he stepped closer.
Viserys was visibly shocked by his outburst. “Daemon.” He tried to smooth things over but it couldn’t be stopped now. “You know Y/N. Why are you allowing Otto to whisper venom in your ear?” He snarled; knowing exactly what was happening even if his own brother was too stupid enough to realise.
“It’s not like that.” Viserys whispered out but hated how true the words leaving his brother’s mouth were. “No?” Daemon cocked his head to the side. He didn’t believe a word his King was telling you. “It’s either him or us.” The Prince gave his brother an ultimatum as he stared into his eyes without blinking.
“Daemon.” Viserys sighed. His younger brother was always so dramatic. “And who would be my hand, you?” The King scoffed and shook his head. The Prince hid the disappointment and hurt coming his way. “Better than the fucking hightower.” Daemon spat out before turning around to calm himself.
He ran his fingers through his hair and wondered where this had all gone wrong. “Brother, please.” Viserys stepped closer and his mouth moved to talk once more before you rushed into the room with a set of giggles escaping. “Dae..look what Rhaenyra made me.” You babbled out before realising who else was in the room.
You held the precious flower crown in your hand as your smile widened at the sight of Viserys. “My King.” You hummed before wrapping your arms around him. You completely missed the tension in the room as Daemon settled as soon as he saw you. Viserys couldn't believe he ever thought you were manipulating his daughter.
He really had to get rid of Otto, the King thought to himself. If not for his sake; but his own family. “She hasn’t made them in a while.” Viserys whispered to himself and you sadly smiled at him. “You can have it.” You hummed and gently placed the crown into his hand. “It suits you.” You winked teasingly and Viserys couldn’t help but laugh.
Your smile only widened when you turned around to see Daemon. “Glad you are back.” He whispered and placed his hands on your hips and tugged you closer. A soft gasp escaped you before you leaned in and lovingly captured those soft lips of his without a care in the world. “I’ve missed you.” Daemon whispered.
“I’ve not been gone for long and besides, Rhae needs me more than you.” You hummed, brushing your noses together before he brought you closer. He stared at his brother over your shoulder whilst stroking your hair. “I should be leaving.” Viserys announced whilst holding onto the crown.
“I’ll think about what you said.” The King looked back at his brother once more before leaving the room to the lovers. “What did I miss?” You whispered up to your husband as he rested his head on yours. “Hmm, nothing. Just the king being an idiot.” Daemon chuckled into your ear before leaning down and kissing your neck.
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Fandom works! So much here...
All reader inserts are female.
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
T.L.C.
Girl Dad
Reds and Whites
Not Even a Candle
Reparations - 18+
Prologue One Two Three Four
Snow & Ice - 18+
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen
Frank Castle
Kiss Cam
A Touch of Crazy
Brothers In Arms
Frank Castle x Family headcanons
Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner
Time and Time and Time Again - 18+
A Baby Shower for Frankie
Two Pink Lines
Two to Tango - 18+
Baby Talk
Paper Ring
Blooded
The Opposite of Soft - 18+
Gone Off Half Cocked - 18+
Butterflies On Fire
A Stitch in Time
Look Where You’re Going
I Do
Matt Murdock
On Blind Faith - 18+
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN
Headcanons
Steve Rogers
I Love You, But... - 18+
Shadow and Bone
Jesper Fahey
A Better Distraction - 18+ - Completed
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Kiss & Tell
A Good Shot
Ruse
Little Lantsov
An Unexpected Prince - sequel to Little Lantsov
Tender
Trigger
Swap With Me - 18+
He’s A Criminal and He’s Mine
Safe Inside, Out of the Rain
Laundry Day
The Law of Loss
You’re The Reason I Hate Champagne
There Goes My Life - An Assortment
One Two Three Four Five Six
Mal Oretsev
Twice Wounded - sorta 18+
Nikolai Lantsov
Patched - 18+
All Patched Up - 18+ - sequel to Patched
Monkey in the Air
Daddy and The Fox
To Be His Queen - 18+
Kaz Brekker
Stray - request prompt
A Murder of Crows - Miniseries
Part One Part Two
Memento Mori - request prompt
Green - request prompt
Love is a Battlefield
Set, Charge, Boom
The Magpie Verses - Completed
Take Off The Mask , Caught , The Crow and The Magpie , Unmasked
Aleksander Morozova
Trouble Just Walked In - sorta 18+
Matthias Helvar
Scrubbed Clean
Tolya Yul-Bataar
Awoken
Top Gun: Maverick
Bob Floyd
A Soft Landing - 18+
Red Flag Week
Baby. On. Board.
Jake Seresin
Out of Bounds I, II, III, IV, V, VI - 18+
Bradley Bradshaw
Jukebox Jive
Lockwood and Co.
George Karim
Death and Doughnuts
A Personal Experiment - 18+
Stuck in the Middle With You - 18+ - requested
Oh Dear Baby - fic idea from @the-biscuit-agreement
Oh How Time Flies - sequel to Oh Dear Baby
Ghosts I Get, People Are Crazy
Anthony Lockwood
Between a Tree and a Lockwood - sorta 18+
Honey, I’m Home - 18+
Delirium
His Mistake
The Invitation
Walt de Ville
The Flower and The Serpent - 18+
one two three four five six seven eight nine ten
Little Women (2019)
Laurie
Sugar & Spice - 18+
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two
Zombies (Disney)
Zed Necrodopolis
Awkward Question
Betwixt
Midnight Resolution - 18+
Leo Grande
Three Day Hire - 18+
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven
A Very Grande Christmas
Austin!Elvis
Sky High
The School for Good and Evil
Rafal Mistral
The Sky Is Falling
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
Under The Blood Moon - 18+
The Heirloom and The Heir
Evil, Be Mine
You Shall Be Loved
Rhian Mistral
The Storian’s Favour
Back from the Brink
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Parallels between D. Pedro I of Portugal, "The Cruel" and Rhaenyra Targaryen "The Cruel".
As we know... Rhaenyra Targaryen, a character from George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series, and D. Pedro I of Portugal, a historical figure, share some parallels which i find extremely interesting!
Loss of their loved ones :
Rhaenyra Targaryen and D. Pedro I of Portugal experienced heart-wrenching losses that led to civil wars against their own family.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : Rhaenyra lost her son, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, by her half-brother Aegon II's supporters. These tragedie fueled Rhaenyra's determination to claim the Iron Throne, leading to the devastating civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons, where she fought against her half-brother and his supporters for control of the Seven Kingdoms.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : Pedro's love for his mistress, Inês de Castro, led to a tragic turn of events. His father, King Afonso IV of Portugal, disapproved of Pedro's relationship with Inês and ordered her assassination in 1355. This brutal act led Pedro to rebel against his father, sparking a civil war known as the Crisis of 1383–1385. Pedro sought vengeance for Inês's murder and contested his father's authority, ultimately leading to the overthrow of the Portuguese monarchy and the establishment of Pedro as King D. Pedro I of Portugal.
Both Rhaenyra and D. Pedro I's civil wars were deeply personal, fueled by love, loss, and a desire for justice or vengeance against their own family members. These conflicts underscored the complexities of power struggles within ruling families and the lengths individuals would go to in order to protect their loved ones and assert their rightful claims.
Struggles for Succession :
Both Rhaenyra and D. Pedro I faced challenges regarding succession.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : she fought to claim the Iron Throne of Westeros, facing opposition from her half-brother, Aegon II.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : was involved in a struggle for succession in Portugal, particularly against his father, King D. João VI, and his father's supporters.
Family Conflicts :
Both figures were embroiled in familial conflicts.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : Rhaenyra's claim to the throne sparked a civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons, pitting different branches of House Targaryen against each other.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : Pedro faced tensions within his own family, including conflicts with his father, as well as disputes with his wife, Infanta Carlota Joaquina.
Assertive Actions :
Rhaenyra and D. Pedro I both took assertive actions to secure their positions.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : Rhaenyra actively sought allies and military support to strengthen her claim to the throne.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : D. Pedro I engaged in strategic maneuvers and military actions to consolidate his power and assert his authority, notably during the Liberal Wars in Portugal.
Controversial Reigns :
Both figures had controversial reigns marked by conflict and instability.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : Rhaenyra's reign as queen was short-lived and tumultuous, characterized by the civil war that erupted over her claim to the throne.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : D. Pedro I's reign in Portugal was also marked by political unrest and conflict, including his involvement in the Liberal Wars and the struggle to establish a stable government.
The title "The Cruel" :
"The Cruel" as been associated with both Rhaenyra Targaryen and D. Pedro I of Portugal, though in different contexts.
Rhaenyra Targaryen : In George R.R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series, Rhaenyra Targaryen is sometimes referred to as "Rhaenyra the Cruel." This epithet reflects her actions during the Targaryen civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons, where she displayed ruthlessness and brutality in her pursuit of power.
D. Pedro I of Portugal : Pedro I of Portugal is also known by the epithet "Pedro the Cruel" or "Pedro the Just." This title stems from his actions during the Crisis of 1383–1385, particularly his ruthless pursuit of vengeance for the murder of his beloved Inês de Castro. Pedro's actions during this time, including the execution of political opponents and enemies, earned him a reputation for cruelty among some contemporaries.
While Rhaenyra Targaryen is a fictional character and D. Pedro I of Portugal was a historical figure, their stories share intriguing parallels in terms of their struggles for power, familial conflicts, and controversial reigns.
I found this quite interesting, I hope you found it interesting too. 😁
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chapter i.
chapter i.
Rating: M
Warning: Language, Targaryen Incest, Depiction of Prostitution; Mentions of Childbirth; Depiction of Childbirth;
SUMMARY: In which, MELLARA TARGARYEN, has been cursed and blessed to live a life of loving a man like DAEMON TARGARYEN;
[it had been well known to all that the prince daemon targaryen was not one to ponder too long for those who cause him ire, but it was different when it was his lover, princess mellara targaryen. no bedfellows could match the woman he choose to love. such thought to love seemed foreign to those who observed the rogue prince, but others must be reassured, love grows in the strangest depths.]
- maester aeron targaryen; adust
A D U S T m a s t e r l i s t
< you and i burn together or we shall die trying >
chapter i / chapter ii / chapter iii / chapter iv / chapter v
chapter vi / chapter vii / chapter viii / chapter ix / chapter x
chapter xi / chapter xii / chapter xiii / chapter xiv / chapter xv
chapter xvi / chapter xvii / chapter xviii
Mellara always thought of him with love and hate. The cold air of the evening winds hiked its way through her cloak, her long silver hair pleated tightly in fine silk ribbons, neatly decorating the small of her back. Fighting back a yawn, the sound of clanking metal paving through the pavement woke her, though with irritation. This had not been the way she envisioned her night. The young lady thought that her night would be spent dancing with vigor among the fine men at court, to the jolly singing of singers. A glass of Arbor gold was sliding down her throat, loosening her tongue into merry laughter. But alas, she is here.
It was not good for a high-born lady to be out in the streets, let alone in the Street of Silk on her own. The Street of Silk was a desolate place of idle pleasure, of desires and wants. Her mother would certainly not approve if she was to hear of this. But at this hour, her lady mother would be preoccupied with her conversation with the queen. After all, it had been months since they had last seen one another. Perhaps such an urgency had been on his mind too. The only time he had seen her had been at the royal service of the High Septon at the sept.
Nonetheless, she is hesitant to jeopardize her dignity and life in this situation. Mellara would not be in the streets, allowing her ears to be violated by the sound of clashing pavement and steel if it weren't for his beckoning, of her fondness for him.Maybe it was her irritable mood that worsened the sound in her ears. She had thought that he would come to her, as he promised in his note. Yet, with the way his mind worked, Mellara should have known better than to expect him to stick to what he had planned. Spontaneity kept his mind from boredom. He hated the thought of ever ending up with any essence of boredom.
So did she, if she was being honest.
Perhaps that is why she was going to him in the first place.
Even when she hated him, she still loved him.
When they had arrived, she was escorted within the confines of the establishment. Mellara halted, eyes darting back and forth between the soldiers accompanying her and the scene unfolding. She felt her body shiver at the sight of the bright candlelight beaming like wildfire from the louvered reflection. Fire did not scare her. Fire never scares dragons. It was something else that had made her uncomfortable. It was the sight of violent, drunk men, screaming to the top of their lungs as they urged the others to a wild chorus of fanfare.
Cups continued to be poured by the women holding the silver pitcher. Mellara felt her hands close her cloak closer to her chest, eyeing the women dressed in thin, low-cut garbs of silk, pampered in wild flowers and bright colors. They were almost naked. Mellara could see their nipples etching the thin silks, almost like small mountain peaks. Mellara was not, in fact, a maiden with her virtue intact. Far from it. To be used to such sensual intimacy was one thing, but to be in a place was another.
Gulping, she led the way for the soldiers towards the steps going upwards. She knew he would be there, eagerly waiting for her. Daemon had not been a man of eager patience, Mellara knew. Out of spite, she found herself wondering if she should make him wait even more than before. Run away, to make him want her more. Chase her like any man had wanted to do before him. But Mellara had pursef her lips in disappointment once the doors
"You’re late." Those were his first words to her as she thrust herself through the thin space, rolling her eyes. "My, what attitude tonight."
Still wearing his untied red doublet, he sat with his black tunic hugging his lean figure. She could see his dark sister on an empty stool beside him. Abandoned on his bed was his glorious gold cloak, neatly pinned on the bed’s edge. Dark, dangerous, violent eyes pierced her own lilac ones, burning her passionately under the smell of embers turning into ash from the fireplace. He was pouring himself another drink, mindlessly pouring the goblet full and its contents falling onto the tablecloth. He didn't care for it, abandoning the pitcher in the corner of the table and drinking entirely his sweet joy.
"And pray tell, who is at fault in that?" She questioned him in return, throwing the hood backwards. "You with your ridiculous ideas. A pleasure manse? In the middle of the Street of Silk. Do you not care about my reputation? My mother would have my head!"
Snickering at her response, he adjusts his sitting position to gaze at her with intrigue. "A ridiculous idea it may be, but the action was taken by you. Your princess of a mother would not have mine."
She shook her head in frustrated, a pout curved at the edge of her lips. "You promised me that you would visit me yourself. You swore to me!"
"Plans do change, my love." His lips twitched in an amused smile. "The men wanted to have some time here, a request to celebrste their loyal service. They deserve it, my love. They had done well. As such, their reward."
"Oh, fuck you." She replied to him viciously, his eyes excited at the burning fire behind her eyes. "If you do this to me again, I will use Dark Sister to cut your heart open. Nay, I shall have your head as well."
Releasing an angry huff, she moved toward removing her cloak entirely. Before long, she could hear his boots rise from their quiet position and move towards her. As soon as her cloak had been abandoned to the ground, her waist felt a tight grip force her towards the warmth of his arms against her body. The already tight confines of her dark ruby dress covered in blackened damask and pearls felt even more constraining at his touch.
Trying to move away, Mellara resisted, but to no avail as Daemon Targaryen only pulled her closer to him. It was as if she melted at his touch. Mellara had always hated how easily she was enamored with him. In one moment, she was burning with anger at his requests, and as soon as he beholds her with the passion he only reserves for her, she becomes merely a dog that is eager for the affection of her master.
Mellara Targaryen knew that this was not how she should be, especially not as a dignified princess such as herself. But it was hard not to be, when he had charmed her in such a way that no man could even compare. Mellara had settled her thoughts on the matter for years. There was no escape from it. There was no escape from Daemon.
"Are you sure about that?" He whispers brazenly in her ear, setting her ears ablaze with scarlet. "Little dragon, must you lie? Your ears speak clearly. "
"It is hot in here, that is what it is." It was a clear lie, but it had made him laugh. Mellara had always liked his laughter. It had been so long since she had heard it. Like those times before, it still made her heart pump with such life.
Laughing, he places a kiss on her shoulder. "Even your easy lies, I have yearned for them too."
She laughed softly, tickled. "Did you? I thought you had others besides me to entertain you."
He shook his head, leaning on her shoulder. "No. They are nothing to me. Nothing but a wiltering rose."
"Are you sure? I feel as though you are only trying to save me from a wound. " She says, leaning against her chest. "I know you, Daemon. You are not one to be eagerly satisfied with one round per night."
His fingers tangled in her moonshone hair; his face lifted from her side to smell her essence. A smug smile approaches his lips as he smells the coveted Volantine perfume he had specially purchased for her. They were often hard to procure, especially as many who used them in Volantis had to be within the inner walls of the city—those with Valyrian ancestry. At the same time, the cost had been astounding. One lord could surely look at the price and think differently.
But it was for her. His little dragon, Mellara, deserved nothing but the best. In the whole of Westeros, it was only her who beheld this scent. Daemon had made sure of it. Not even Mysaria had been granted such a gift from him. Each time he longed for her, the scent of endless sweet flowers brought her back into his mind. She too thinks the same, yearning for him each time she beholds the small vase for her to smell. This scent was a symbol of the truth they beheld only together.
"You have worn it?"
"Who else would I wear it for?" He hummed approvingly, his arms loosening from her and turning her. He wanted to stare at her, grasp the woman she had grown into in their time apart. "What?"
"You’ve grown even fairer since I last saw you." Daemon commented, his thumb brushing against her lips. Taking her hand on his own, the prince placed a small peck on the small of her soft fingers. "It makes me jealous."
She raises her brow in confusion. "Of whom, dearest cousin? Have you not claimed me so? "
"It makes me feel ill knowing undeserving men surround you at Blackhall." He tells her, venom echoing in his words, "I hear your mother is eagerly wishing for you to wed some bastard below your station."
It had been true. For many years, her mother, Lady Sarra Velaryon, had been much too worried about her status as an unmarried woman. At her age, it was expected that she would be a high lord’s wife or even her Velaryon cousin’s wife. But Mellara had, in all respects, declined marriage matches, eager to stay unmarried. None could truly force her. Everyone knew why. And no one spoke of it, not even the family. Cousin Viserys had let her be, as long as she held her silence and was discreet. Not too many would speak kindly of her choice in disposition.
That is why her mother may have been eager for her to find a husband. To save her reputation, should things escalate further between her and Daemon, then there would be an excuse. Despite her desperation, her daughter would not cooperate, and as such, there was no plan that could save her. This does not imply that Mellara's own lady mother would give up.Far from it, she concludes. But even then, she was sure she would not accept such a match. She wanted to keep her freedom, one where there was none to force her to make a decision. Unlike Daemon, Mellara had thought herself incapable of it. She was if anything too much like her father. Her princely father who did not care for any rules. It was Daemon she wanted in truth. Yet she would not have him, not lest the rules were bent for her to take him to marriage. She had doubt her kingly cousin would do such a thing. Not especially for his wayward brother, not especially for his cousin who denounces her role.
Though she had been sure that her suitors were all but refused, Daemon could not help but fail to lessen his distaste for these men. She could recall his blatant jealousy of cousin Borros years before, at a feast in Storm’s End. Had she not stopped him, maybe their cousin would have ended up naked and dead at the parapets of Storm’s End. Though she could change his mind with her carefully chosen words, not even she could stop the dragon from being one that seeks to get rid of his rivals. He would never allow anyone to take her from him. that they agree on. But she knew that one day there would have to be something of a compromise. One where she would let him know that he was the only man she loved, even if lords line through her home to wed her for her vast inheritance, for alliance and even for her dragon.
"Is that jealousy I hear?" She asked, a tone of teasing mixed in. "My, your grace, are you not married?"
He almost laughed wildly. "That bronze bitch, whom I do not love."
"Still, the wife you have. A good friend of mine, she is." She retorted back at him, rolling her eyes. removing herself from his gaze and taking a seat on his lonely bed. "Or do you forget? That you are still married to such a lady of great reknown.”
"No one shall bring us apart." Daemon determinedly declared, walking towards her and caging her body with his. Before long, her head rested upon the featherbed. "Nothing will break this. Not that bronze bitch, any whore in this world, not even my brother or your mother. You belong to me. Only me."
"I know that fully well." She lets her lips fall into a smirk, positioning her body for his view. "And you, my prince of the city? Are you only mine?"
He returned her smirk, moving forward with his hands itching her legs closer. "Little dragon, I lay myself off onto yourself only. My heart is yours. My soul is yours. Only you own me, little dragon."
Mellara Targaryen knew that to be truth.
Daemon leaned forward, smiling against her lips.
Vigorously, she returned it with her own passion.
Rhaenyra Targaryen could not sleep by herself these days. There had been nights where she had found herself weeping into consciousness at the sight of her mother in mistful nightmares. Her sworn sword had hastily come to find her aunt for her, so that she may not be alone. Mellara was easy to wake, with the sound of anything faint beckoning her to life. Her lady in waiting, lady Jeyne Rowan beckoned her with the words of Rhaenyra’s need of her. Eagerly these moons, Mellara Targaryen had went to the bidding of her niece and her need for companionship. The moment she would open the door, each time, fresh tears had drapped the beautiful sorrows in her niece’s purple haze. Each moment, the daughter of prince Aelor knew that it should be Aemma beside her daughter now, holding her with all the warmth only a mother knows. Each moment she reminds herself of such a fact, her dragon blood boils aflame with anguish, with endless anger for what her niece had been robbed of.
When she had been a girl, Mellara Targaryen had heard tales of her elder cousin Viserys when nuncle Baelon would visit Blackhall, at times it would be her father that would tell her the tales when he reluctantly attends to the bidding of royal authority. Viserys Targaryen was often described to be a jovial young man, with kindness in his heart and wits in his head. Peaceful of countenance, amiable in his desires. Her cousin had treated her kindly when she had first been presented at court and even still now with her dalliances with his younger brother Daemon had become a thorn on the throne’s side.
‘Even then, when we had lost what we had so longed for, he did not judge us.’ Mellara had lamented. ‘He mourned with us. Now....’
The thought of that day still tears Mellara apart, with the bountiful storm of flame burning with nothing but grief. She could still not look Viserys in the face, nor even entertain herself any chance to speak with him. The sight of the red sea still hammers in her head, Aemma’s screaming as her mother fought against the maester’s steady hand and his sharpened tool. Mellara could recall how she had pushed people away. How she had done her best to rest against the touch of burtish armor and strong bosterous muscle. Mellara could remember her own screams, her own anger. Blacknight could be heard from afar doing the same, shaking against his tightened chains. She could taste the metallic violence in her mouth, bitterly showering her with horrors. Suddenly, there was nothing but silence, no one spoke. There had only been barbaric silence, horrified tears shed in silence. The babe did not even cry, even if he breathed.
Mellara could feel her body shake, as she did then. Her resistance stopped and her shock pulsing through like the earth shaking to its core as she made her way to her beloved cousin’s side, her beautiful pale shine growing blue with cold. Her once warm body frozen in the winter of stolen time. She could not hear anything then, not even if she tried. It had all been such a haze, to face the reality of innocence being slaughtered by greed. There had been once or twice she had heard of how she had raised her hand against the king, unable to stop herself from growing mad with fury. Viserys did not stop her, not even when the kingsguard tried to intervene. Mellara was certain that she had felt his tears pierce her skin, but she hardly cared. Viserys Targaryen had departed away from the kindness that once she had adored in him and had become the monster that they all hated and feared.
The princess did not find herself stopped until the familiar touch of Daemon’s brutish touch wrapped itself around her. He was still clad in his armor then, exhausted and bruised from his defeat and yet even in his unsavory hatred for defeat - he had put her first. When she rested her head against the crane of his shoulder, that was when the sound of her grief was heard. She wailed and she screamed, crying loudly with curses at her cousin as Daemon murmured that old Valyrian lullaby in her ear. The one he used to sing in her growing belly, in those nights where his smile shined as brightly as his dark purple eyes. Daemon had murmured till she calmed into a stupor. She did not remember much after. But Daemon had been there when she woke, comforting her the way she now did their young niece.
Mellara had all but moved herself in Rhaenyra’s chambers, sleeping in a bed that had been brought in just for her. At times, the princess dowager of Blackhall would tend to them both, breaking her fast with them in earnest. Yet this was not a regular occurance, for the princess dowager was tending to the realm that grew with absence of a grieving king and the leeches that were intent to warm his throne. The princess of Blackhall did not mind. Her mother was the matriarch of their house, bound to her duty to keep this house burning bright with life. Even when it was plagued with death.
Mellara could not sleep much, not even dreamwine would help her. Daemon visited her often, hovering over her with worry. But she would not let him brush off his duty to the city guard to mother her. With each brutish kiss, there was endless reassurance in her part. In each touch, there was a hope for better days. In each climax of pleasure, there is yearning for this nightmare to end. But they both knew, that this nightmare would last for a long time. And they would have to dance around its tumultous beat.
When Rhaenyra woke from frightful dreams, the aunt stood quickly as she could and held her niece as much as she could for hours and hours on end. At times they watched in the weary quiet as the dimly lit sun rose against the sky. There were no need for words most days, not that Rhaenyra could find herself saying them without struggle. Yet those yearning for words to break this silence did not come, it did not need to. Mellara Targaryen understood the kindness this tranquil grief offered them.
Rhaenyra lay her head upon the silk sewn sheets, the princess of Blackhall could only let her fingers brush lightly against her niece’s moonlit hair. Bitter tears were gifted by the dragon princess in the silence of dawn, yet there was no bitter anger anymore. Rhaenyra looked to her aunt softly, the soft somber smile echoing in her aunt’s lips genty comforted her. For a moment, Mellara Targaryen thought the gods were playing wicked tricks as she gazed at her niece.
‘She could have grown this way,’ Mellara thinks to herself, her heart clenched sorrowfully. ‘I wonder if Daemon sees it too, when he looks at Rhaenyra.’
“Is anything the matter, aunt?” Rhaenyra asked, gently clutching her aunt’s hand. These were the first words she had spoken in days.
Mellara shook her head, smiling. “I was just thinking when your nuncle would come and pay us his company.”
When the day dulled, Daemon did not come.
When the night came, Mellara could only worry.
The next day dawned, Viserys banished him to the Vale.
Mellara Targaryen didn't even blink as she let the arrow fly. Her mother fidgeted with her hands, warming the bare skin. It was not a cold day, not by any means. But her mother had been one to easily chilled as a youngster growing up at White Isle, near Dragonstone. The coal-colored garment was layered by luxurious fur and studded with finely marked silver dragons. A large cloak covered her back, fashioned of the finest Lysene woolen silk. It was obvious why her mother was there. Her eye sight caught sight of her eye's desperation, anxiously waiting for her to stop. Her mood had not been the best as of late. Not with the loss of her cousin Aemma at her young age. Not with the loss of her baby nephew at his birth. Not more so with the loss of her lover to exile.
In these few turns of weeks, There had been a rift that had been growing in the family. A shadow looms widely against the proud house that had once been so united by the wonders that blossomed in each interaction. Yet the halls had grown quiet. Feasts had been rejected for empty halls. Minstrals had been fortreited for mournful prayers at the royal sept. The vibrant colors of the cloth turned to endless black, a sorrowful black that eclipsed any wonder of it. Rather grief looms heavy, a burden and a duty. Mellara Targaryen had never been good at grief. Not even when her own princely father passed. For her such loss had been devastating, an endless repetition of sorrowful moments. False hopes for losing such pain. .
But Mellara couldn't stop herself, not with a bow and arrow in her hand. Mellara Targaryen released one brief whistle as she jerked the string back with her might. It was almost as though she was preparing for combat, tugging so hard that it would eventually snap. The arrow was launched fiercely, its speed striking like a hammer and an anvil. Her mother was surprised, but she didn't show it. Elaena Velaryon was too proud to be afraid. No, not even when she was younger.
“I thought you would be happy.” Mellara says to her mother, moving towards the archery butt, her thick leather boots gracing the ground. “Daemon has been banished away. He can no longer corrupt me. Or as you say, make a lowlife off me.”
“I did not intend it this way, This is not the time, to air your anger and despair.” Her mother hissed back at her in a low voice.
Mellara glared at her mother. “I am only but despair! Daemon is gone, Rhaenyra is in more despair, with that foolish oaf declaring his intention to wed her friend. Aemma is still gone. I am despair, mother. What may I do?”
“You must bury them,” Her mother hissed back at her, burning with as much flame as she. “Our house needs us, far more than it needs our burdens.”
“Mother-”
“Now that that rogue cousin of yours is gone, his kingly brother now becomes mad with grief. Being taken advantaged by opportunists like Hightower.” Elaena reminds her daughter, her lips in a tight line. “You remember the last time the Hightowers had coveted power through blood, do you not daughter?”
Mellara shook her head, taking another bow. “Of course I do, mother. But our cousin Viserys is mad with grief. No matter what we feel about him and his actions. Cousin Aemma was still his wife and their son perished withotu a chance. He will be mad with grief, as anyone can be.”
Elaena shook her head, her lips in a frown. “Aemma was like a daughter to me. I grieve her with all my heart. As you do, my heart burns with anger at her unjust death. Just as it had done with your aunt Daella.”
“Then why do you weep with such viseral fear?” Mellara questions her mother, frowning. “Our house is not so quickly trampled upon at this moment, surely?”
“Optimism will not save this house, daughter. We need strength and we need your cousin to bring it to us now. Only he can strike sense to his brother.” Elaena shrugs deeply, her hands going through her gown’s sleeves to warm her. “You must remember, daughter, that the blood of the dragon cannot mourn too long. Or we will lose. We will burn.”
Her lips flaked to the cold, her own memories of grief flooding her head for a moment. “Then we must act.”
Her mother nodded somberly. “That we must. I survived the loss of your father, as you have. As did your uncle Baelon with your aunt Alyssa. As did your grandfather with your grandmother. You must be strong. We have to be strong. Our house would not survive without strength, even in the hardest times.”
Mellara let her fingers fumble against the bowstring. “Then I shall hope you will deal with Viserys.”
“Someone has to.” Her mother nodded her head firmly. “He ought to be the king your grandfather was, to command respect. Wield his power like the king he is. The king he should be.”
“Or what?” She cocked a brow.
“Then the crows will feast at the corpse of this dying house.” Her mother declares sternly, her darkened eyes burning. “I cannot fail, you neither. Do well, daughter.”
“Such a responsibility.” Mellara mumbles under her breath. “Troublesome, even.”
“We have no choice.” Elaena commands her daughter. “No matter my feelings of your cousin, he is still the sword of this house. We need him. Tis his responsibility.”
Mellara cocked a brow. “And if I fail?”
“You shall not.” Elaena reassures her only child, placing a hand upon her own. “He will nto abandon you.”
“He is not a rogue for nothing, mother.”
Elaena squeezes her hand. “Then turn him to heel. If not then, you will return and we shall do what we always must.”
“And what is that?”
“Make the realm feel fire and blood.” Elaena declares, almost as though a promise. For a moment, Mellara felt as though her mother was more dragon than seahorse. “Do as I bid, daughter.”
Mellara lowers her arrow, the words of her father echoing in her head like a song of a mother at the cradle. The princess pursed her lips before nodding. “Very well. I shall go to him.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“There is only one place he will be, mother.” Her silver hair sprang through with soft bristling of the wind. Picking up her bow once again, she positioned the heavy figure of the arrow against the bow’s shadow. Mellara sighed, pulling the string with ease once more, letting it loose against the battering winds and into the bullseye. Mellara turned to her mother once more, a sigh upon her lips.
“You will need Blacknight, will you not?”
Mellara nodded at her. “I shall go and get ready. Send a missive to the Dragonpit. Dragonstone requires my presence.”
Mellara kissed her mother’s cheek, bidding her farewell.
As she touched the scales of her mount, she took a deep breath.
“Sōvegon!” She commands, Blacknight roars as he soars high.
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4 portuguese monarchs who might had same-sex relationships:
1) Pedro I of of Portugal, certainly, one if the most renowned portuguese monarchs, largely due to the saga of “love and passion” with Inês de Castro. Yet, it was common knowledge that she was the the Pedro’s only love: he harboured a passion for his squire, Afonso Moreira, a relationship that ended as disastrously as his other romantic (or not) entanglements. On one fateful occasion, Afonso was caught in bed with Catarina Tosse, wife of Lourenço Gonçalves, who was an esteemed magistrate.
Throughout his reign, Pedro earned the epithet “the Cruel” for his ruthless administration of justice, whereby transgressions of any magnitude often resulted in swift execution. Pedro’s decision to order Afonso’s castration as punishment for his adultery starkly manifested his merciless ethos. Nevertheless, according to Fernão Lopes, a chronicler of portuguese court at the time, in chapter VIII of “Crônica de el-rei D. Pedro I”, his harshness stemmed from a surge of jealousy on the king’s part upon discovering his beloved squire’s relationship with a woman.
2) Prince Henry, revered as “the Navigator”, occupies a central role particularly during the epoch of maritime exploration.
He was hailed as “chaste prince”, having never entered into wedlock, with no historical accounts suggesting (with certainty) any relationships with women. In the annals of 1444, Henry experienced the loss of a “dear friend” in Ceuta, a tragedy that pluged him into 3 months of profound mourning. Both his father, King John I, and his brother, King Edward, counselled him to “rein in his emotions, lest he indulge men beyond what virtue dictates.”
3) King Sebastian contracted gonorrhoea at the age 10/11, a malady documented in medical records at the time that rendered him sexually impotent. Some historians posit that this affliction may have dissuaded Sebastian from pursuing matrimonial unions or romantic relationships with women.
Even though, the “Crônicas de el-rei D. Sebastião” by Friar Bernardo da Cruz recounts an incident during a hunt in the Alentejo, where the entourage of nobles accompanying King Sebastian were stirred by a commotion. Investigating the disturbance, they stumbled upon the monarch locked in an embrance with a fugitive slave amidst the woodland.
4) King Afonso VI, sibling to Queen Catarina of Braganza, earned a reputation for rebeliouness and unruliness from a tender age, yet he harboured no ambitions for kingship.
His reign , marred by a series of missteps, was etched in history for its futile ventures. Despite grappling with severe health afflictions — such as partial paralysis stemming from hemiplegic fever, and scourge of bulimia — Afonso found solace in nocturnal escapades with his inner circle of friends. Among them was António Conti, an intalian peddler of opulent attire and accoutrements to Europe’s nobility. Conti’s sway in Afonso’s court burgeoned as he assumed the role of sartorial advisor and facilitator of introductions to foreign luminaries. Also, both grew increasingly closer to esch other, with Afonso avoiding royal gatherings to spend time with Conti, mostly in his chambers.
In 1666, Afonso took the hand of Maria Francisca Isabel of Savoy, yet their union was fleeting. Maria, citing non-consummation owing to Afonso’s hemiplegia, sought an annulment. In letters to his sister, he bemoaned Maria’s coercive measures, by which she compelled him into relationships with 14 courtesants in a bid to unearth the root of their marital discord.
Seeking to shield Afonso’s sovereignty and secure the portuguese lineage, Luisa de Gusmão, his mother, sanctioned the arrest and subsequent exile of Conti to the distant shores of Brazil.
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What do you think about Jaime's fate? Is he doomed by a narrative? Is he doomed because of the show? Or does he stand a chance?
Personally I'd like to believe that he would live. As far as I can remember (I could totally be wrong though) the most evil thing he does in the series is the Bran thing. And westerosi karma already held him responsible - he loses his ability to do that one thing that he loves the most and becomes disabled just like Bran. He's not the kindest, bravest, most noble etc person in the westeros but he's far from being evil like ramsey or tywin or cersei. Imho he's way better than fan favourite boy tyrion and not so favourite boy stannis - for a bunch of reasons. I just don't want him to die although chances are, well, questionable.
So how do you see his chances to survive?
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I can't remember what specifically convinced me, but somewhere along the line I accepted that Jaime and Cersei would die together, so I believe D&D got that from Martin. I wrote at the time that Jaime is a better man for returning to his sister/lover/mother of his children than leaving her to die alone, so I didn't share the opinion of the rest of the fandom there. It's really easy to project our feelings about a character onto a different character, and I think that happens a lot with those two.
Anyway, since then, @istumpysk has collected all the book foreshadowing for them to die together (here, a long google doc about it, more here), so I give him no chance of survival.
Ramsay is cartoonishly evil, so I don't think he's particularly interesting. Tyrion is Martin's fav and will likely benefit from that, Stannis is doomed, but Jaime really is an interesting character. My controversial take is that I don't think he's more deserving of a happy ending than Cersei who all the fandom recognizes will die. Yes, this a) reads like foreshadowing for King Bran, and b) also reads like karma:
"Does the sight of my stump distress you so?" Jaime asked. "You ought to be pleased. I've lost the hand I killed the king with. The hand that flung the Stark boy from that tower. The hand I'd slide between my sister's thighs to make her wet." He thrust his stump at her face. "No wonder Renly died, with you guarding him." (ASOS, Jaime V)
but I didn't think Jaime fundamentally changed as a person as far as values go? That's a severe punishment for him, I'm not gonna minimize what it means to him, but I did laugh in the show when he's facing Bran and unapologetic because to me, that's Jaime. Martin writes kid killing as a big no-no. Jaime is pretty cavalier about it:
Jaime got to his feet. "Your wife may whelp before that. You'll want your child, I expect. I'll send him to you when he's born. With a trebuchet." (AFFC, Jaime VI)
Ask Edmure how chivalrous I am, thought Jaime. Ask him about the trebuchet. Somehow he did not think the maesters were like to confuse him with Prince Aemon the Dragonknight when they wrote their histories. Still, he felt curiously content. (AFFC, Jaime VII)
Now, I don't think dying with Cersei is necessarily meant to be read as karma for Bran, but I included the above for two reasons.
1.Jaime is a foil to Jon, I believe we're meant to contrast Jon's, morally grey perhaps, attempt to save a child with Jaime's disregard for one, and overall compare what their upbringing, the morals or lack thereof instilled, have formed of these two who had similar dreams, experienced disillusionment, shared the same hero:
They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out... (ASOS, Jon XII)
2. Jaime and Cersei are a variation on the Aemon and Naerys idea, and the parallels between Jaime and Jon, Sansa and Cersei, point to Jonsa being the positive variation of the old tale. So that expectation, in which Jon will successfully save Sansa from a marriage she doesn't want (hello girl in grey prophecy) and they'll fulfill the maiden/warrior vision that Jaime once had of himself and Cersei, the underlying, uh, preoccupation with and loyalty to their sisters (that Jaime has and Jon will have post reunion) means I'm ok with Jaime deciding his fate is to be with Cersei, in birth, in life, even in death. As I thought it worked in the show, returning to Cersei in the books will likewise mean he is able to have some self-respect. I don't think you can read his, I mean, I would say Cersei obsession and believe he'd ever have any peace of mind if she died alone while he had to go on living. We will get a healthier, happier version of the “brother/sister” (in the Targaryen sense) relationship with Jon/Sansa to complete the convo which is important to keep in mind when bemoaning the fate of certain characters--their endgames are part of a much bigger picture.
I thought this was a great write-up of his character which you might enjoy reading:
But what’s so vital about Jaime is that this is who he is - a bad person, a person willing to kill children to achieve his aims - but it isn’t all he is. And the point of introducing him as a POV is to force us to confront this fact, the fact that this would-be childkiller is also a three-dimensional, even sympathetic man with his own heartaches and struggles, with a sense of humor and a sense of honor and the saved lives of half a million people to his name. The good deeds don’t cancel out the bad, but neither do the bad cancel out the good. And instead of allowing us to take the easy path and categorizing him as either ‘purely evil’ or ‘wholly redeemed,’ the story simply pushes us to dwell within the psyche of this complex, broken man who is neither fully one nor the other. (link)
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