he lets out a breathy chuckle. "you are right. together, we are a force."

he turns to look at her, no words are needed as he offers a faintest of smiles. she has always been a rock in chaotic life, a steady and stable force at his side. "of course. you needn't worry about me. you should be focusing on yourself." he follows her through the dark corridors.

` 𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

"Do nothing now. In three days' time, the winds will shift." Alys Rivers #HouseOfTheDragonRP #GameOfThronesRP Welcomes Storylines & Banter Crossovers Encouraged Ships with heavy Chemistry Dark Themes

. 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚄 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

⸻ 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗳 𝗔𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗜 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻.

⠀ ݁‿ four men in uniform to carry ᴴᴼᴹᴱ my 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 . 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 .ᐣ 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝓅𝔯͟𝔦͟𝔫͟𝔠͟𝔢͟. 🜲 . ⠀⠀⠀ ︐⠀ ⠀ ⠀

' 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫 & 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞

༒︎ 𝐒𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

finally, he looks at her. dark eyes soften. "you ease my worries as easily as waves wash across the sands."

/ running on a few hours of sleep and work is insanely busy. if my replies seem...meh...blame it on that.

there is a slight shake of his head. "of course. but to believe this would be a peaceful outcome is...it's foolish." his jaw sets, frustration settling in again.

his stomach growls in response. "famished." it wasn't like he could stop in at the local inn to fill up. "i needed an escape." it had been temporary relief under the guise of patrolling.

a deep sigh as he tries to ground himself. his lips are pressed together. "i feel my mother is failing to see the atrocities this war will bring out. grandsire brought peace, but this is far from it and it is foolish to think pain and suffering will be avoided." worry furrows his brow.

"what is it now?" he is irritated, but never with her. the impending doom always has him on edge.

there is a slight twitch of his brow at her impatience. he decides to ignore it — for now. "what is so important that i need to be rushed?"

a smile appears as soon as he greets her, softening his stoic expression he usually dons. "it was much needed. it would have been better had you accompanied me, but i'm sure the queen needed you more." a hand takes hers as he steadies himself after dismounting his dragon.

a hint of a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. "that is most wise, my lady."

⠀ : ̗̀ ℍ𝔼𝕃𝔸𝔼ℕ𝔸 TARGARYEN ❝ THE 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 QUEEN ❞ eng/esp┋ 𝗺𝗱𝗻𝗶┋ #asoiafrp #hotdrp #mvrp #gotrp #fantasyrp ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ❛ 𝒾 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝘰𝘧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ "caution, my lady. vermax takes kindly to me, but i cannot say the same for strangers." he glances over his shoulder at his dragon. "sagon gīda, vermax." ⠀

⠀ "possibly." he's pulling his riding gloves off. "what is it that you need?" ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ❛ 𝐩𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝒶 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 —- 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ he climbs off the back of vermax, hair windswept and disheveled. ⠀

——— rhaenyra targaryen ; queen of the seven kingdoms