𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘔𝘌 𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘙 ! * sister of Jason Lannister, stifled by the court. Noble. A woman king, yearning for a sword and sharp teeth. 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬.

✵ 𝔒𝐓𝐓𝐎 ℌ𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. HAND OF THE KING, * 𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 b͟o͟t͟h͟ of his sisters: divine && edified by hallowed teachings within the cage of their bodies—do 𝐧𝐨𝐭 yearn for the wretched soul that is 𝐇𝐄. Aegon, who is 𝓭͟𝓮͟𝓫͟𝓪͟𝓼͟𝓮͟𝓭͟ by damned poison and sick desire, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄… independent and semi-active aemond “the kinslayer” targaryen. minors do not interact. banter welcome, but storyline driven. …𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍. * more information below.

Her chest 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 with a familiar loss. She misses 𝓱𝓮𝓻 mother.

𝐏͟𝐄͟𝐀͟𝐂͟𝐄͟ is not promised.

Aegon && Aemond.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑩𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵. a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason. #gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp ⋆·˚ ༘ *

History will 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 her, as it knows of the moon’s decay with the sun ravaging the sea of the night. She will reach for 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 && 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺 —to demand 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 respect in the beloved wilderness gifted by a father, restless.

𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑫, 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑯; to wear silken dresses, to not have the freedom to 𝘳𝘪𝘱 && 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 beauty—is another death entirely. Life is only charming in 𝑳𝑰𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑻𝒀, in a heart free to bash the ribcage in adrenaline sought in the wilderness. +

Greetings to 𝑻͟𝑯͟𝑬͟ ͟𝑩͟𝑳͟𝑨͟𝑪͟𝑲͟𝑺͟, salvation in carmine && the dark. Beware her 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒚, an unkind thing, in the wake of a belly bled of a child. Familiar ties beckon to a heart’s abhorrence. Green becomes repulsive to witness—dagger violating a banner.

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