caetargaryen

[caetargaryen]

caerella takes her seat as well, placing herself across from her cousin with a smile. "he is well," she replies with a nod. "and growing stronger with each day, too and... and he is going to be an elder brother soon," the princess says almost hesitantly. aerea will be the first person she's told since arriving in king's landing, as the timing has not been right for anyone else. though the two women are not especially close, it feels nice to share such good news with family.

"i suppose you're probably right," caerella agrees, nodding. though the power of dragons has been reserved for anyone with targaryen blood, caerella could see anyone with valyrian roots claiming to have some sort of entitlement to them. jaehaerys surely wouldn't give in to that reasoning, but she could still see the case being made. "you have targaryen blood, aerea, and thus a good claim on one of them.. don't forget that. do not count yourself out just yet," she says, reaching across the table to place her hand on top of the other woman's momentarily.

"for myself? no, silverwing is more than enough. for my children? perhaps. baelon still has an egg that we've been hoping might hatch and then with another on the way.. i would love for each of my children to know the joys of bonding with such a magnificent creature."

Aerea forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down, lest she startle the babe in his crib. He should have been the first thing she commented on; she was used to being an aunt enough to recognize that a baby was the center of the universe, especially once they had proved themselves to be strong. Baelon was his name, as she recalled, named after Caerella's grandfather, brother to Aerea's own. Perhaps one day she would have an Aemon, though the idea was laughably far in the future. 

"How does your son fare?" she asked belatedly. Better late than never, though a shiny new child could not take away Aerea's attention from the other new arrivals- the dragons, babes with teeth and claws that would just as soon maul someone as bond with them. As far as she knew, Viserys was the only one who had been lucky thus far. He was a strange, silent man but of all the siblings from that side of the war, she held the least animosity towards him. 

"I haven't spoken to him about it yet. I thought he would be flooded with anyone who has any chance of a claim, and I don't know yet how he plans to dictate who will get the opportunity. His namesake seemed to prefer that mostly men ride a dragon. Perhaps his grace would prefer to give dragons only to those he trusts completely." Not her then, nor any of her blood. They were all supposed to be past that, but could anyone ever move beyond tragedy? 

"It almost seems like enough to know they live still." Almost. "Do you seek out a hatchling?" 

#〖 AEREA. 〗

[caetargaryen]

gods, being in the capitol again feels great. she has sorely missed being here, and things have certainly been quite lively since she arrived. with jae's coronation on the horizon and the revelation that the dragons have returned, there hasn't been a single dull moment since she has arrived.

she is just setting little baelon down in his crib when the guards announce that her guest has arrived. she places the boy down, kissing his tiny forehead before quickly turning on her heels to greet her cousin. she moves across the room, going over to grip aerea by the forearms as she grins. "please, there is no need to call me princess. we're family," she reminds her. "it is a pleasure to see you, aerea, truly. it's been too long."

as the words come tumbling out of her cousin's mouth, she giggles. she is just as excited as she herself had been when she found out the news. the princess wonders momentarily where she heard this from-- has jae gone around announcing it now? maybe as a way to show that house targaryen's days of great strength are not behind, but ahead?

"yes, i did," she nods, finally releasing her cousin and urging her to come sit at a nearby table. "jaehaerys called me down to the dragonpit just the other day to go and see them. it's magnificent," she sighs. "have you spoken to him about the whole thing?" will he give her one, perhaps?

For @caetargaryen

Aerea had an appointment to meet with the princess, but her mind was firmly on other matters. A restless energy filled her limbs and she didn't know what to do with it- should she run or try and sit still or sleep or dream or- 

Enough. Now she annoyed even herself. She had her set time to see Caerella, a familly member who felt somewhat foreign to her, and she would not miss that. 

With a bottle of Arbor gold in hand, Aerea let a servant lead her to Caerella's chambers. The wine was all the more special given the fracturing of the seven Kingdoms almost back into their separate counterparts once again. Though she wasn't privy to the trade agreements House Velaryon made with others, she could only imagine that things had become more expensive, and dealing with the other Lords more fraught, and she did not envy her brother the work he had to do to maintain their own House's wealth. 

"Princess Caerella. It is a pleasure to see you again," Aerea said, but she spoke so quickly that her words ran together. 

"Did you hear about the hatchling dragons? Westeros is not as berefit as we thought." 

#〖 AEREA. 〗

[caetargaryen]

caerella loves being in the capitol, the capitol her brother had rebuilt. she misses the old one, of course, but the new is just as beautiful. the princess will take any opportunity there is to come here. and while she is saddened by the death of her sister, she is... pleased to see the rise of her cousin. jaehaerys the king, jaehaerys the conqueror, what a nice ring it has to it.

a man comes to tell her that her cousin requests her presence, in the dragonpit. what a peculiar thing, she thinks to herself. had something happened with silverwing? the old girl had taken up residence in the pit since they arrived, deciding to go deep within it. caerella puts down her son, leaving him in the care of her most trusted handmaiden. it still makes her nervous, but she's slowly learning to be okay with being apart from little baelon.

she makes her way down to the pit, noticing right away how jaehaerys is sat on the ground. he brow furrows as the princess approaches but slowly, they come into view. tiny creatures. tiny dragons.

"gods..." she says with a soft gasp. "but.. how?" her next words are spoken in their mother tongue. "the gods have blessed us, cousin."

| @caetargaryen | | setting :: the dragon pit | | summary :: after the discovery of his brother he sends for his cousin to meet him in the dragon pit. |

There were dragons around him as he sat on the ground looking at the little creatures of various shades, he was shocked to look upon them. Westerosi dragons. That's what they were called in the quiet of Valyrian rooms only their words were whispered in hushed tone in their own tongue. A tongue he enjoyed hearing again. High and Low Valyrian was music to him, the sound of his mother singing or his grandsire telling tales of hunting.

The King stared at one dragon, small and copper in it's coloring and it never moved. The others wandered around, avoided him. But this one, this looked at him, it stared at him and if it were large enough he wondered if it would try to attack him.

"Kesīr. Māzigon naejot nyke." Jaehaerys stared at it, putting his hand out, "Here." He repeated in High Valyrian. "Come to me."

The creature stared at him, then started to walk toward him, standing in the center of his hand. He raised it up, it was very...small. He furrowed his brow, if it survived it would be many moons before it was large enough to be impressive.

"Cousin." Jaehaerys looked up as his cousin came into view, "Viserys did this. Some how."

#〖 JAEHAERYS. 〗

[caetargaryen]

Fuck, kill or marry: dorne edition

"oh gods... i suppose if i had to choose to bed lady vaith, wed lord yronwood and luckily, the one i would've chosen to get rid of is already gone, thank the gods."

@ariannevaith , @armaans

[caetargaryen]

caerella / loreza /  lucca / adrian / celia / cregan

TRUTH SERUM!

Send any of the following to my muse and they'll be forced to answer truthfully: — Would you rather... — Fuck, kill or marry — This or that — Personal questions — Random questions — Ask for advice — What they love/hate — Anonymous secrets — Anything you want!

Send to:

anya — dastan — rhea — seffora — calla — adam — deimos

gael — iona — ren — daeron — garrick — percival — lucius

#i'm bored so why not!!

[caetargaryen]

she-wolf,

you know you are always forgiven. and besides, your attempts are far better than most i have seen before. even i used to struggle with my writing, back when i was young.

it is most pleasing to hear from you. it has been far too long, and i have worried for you with your kingdom in such a state of disarray. please know that i have been praying for you all, and a swift put down of this senseless rebellion. know that you have my condolences for your loss, as well. jon was a good man, he did not deserve what happened to him.

yes, his name is baelon. he is doing well and growing bigger and stronger each day. and i have wonderful news, he is soon to be an older brother. i just confirmed it with the maesters the day before last, i am with child once more. daeron and i are ecstatic. in fact, i think he is even more excited than i am, if that were possible. though of course he worries, what with my family's history of complicated births. i have a good feeling about this though, alys. i want a large family, like my mother once wanted as well.

blackhaven is quite nice, though i do long for home. my twin has given me dragonstone officially, so we shall be traveling between blackhaven, dragonstone, and king's landing when necessary. quite a lot of movement, but i do like it. when the mess in your kingdom is put to rest, i would love for you to come visit whichever keep we are residing in at the time. i miss you dearly, sister.

please be careful, and know that i am praying for you and all your men. may the gods grant you all the strength necessary to win.

yours most sincerely,

the little dragon.

(the following letter is written in Valyrian, to the best that Alys can write it. There are grammatical errors and misspellings as she is not formally taught in writing the language.)

@caetargaryen

Little Dragon,

Forgive my crude attempts at writing your family's tongue. I realized not long ago I may be the only Northerner who can actually speak and sort-of-write High Valyrian, which is mightily handy as we are at war and my missives may be taken. I would suggest you reply in kind, no matter how benign our conversations may be.

My brother's decided that the North will have nothing to do with your cousin's reign and lands, which disappoints me, but his choice to do so was made too close to our family tragedy to have the time to speak to him about the matter. He has not barred communication to my knowledge, so as long as we don't discuss politics, I believe neither of us will be in much trouble. Which is fine by me, I'm sure you remember how much I wanted to escape holding court as the Stark in Winterfell, how drained I was by the end of each day of complaints. Perhaps the Gods did well to make me a woman, at least in that regard.

How are things with you? With Baelon? That was his name, right? Your son, not your husband, though he has a very Targaryen name for a Stormlander. Daeron, right? Or is it Aemon? I know it was something very close to your father's name. I understand you were moved to Blackhaven after your cousin took the throne. Is it nice there? Certainly must be warmer than Queenscrown, and the beds are most definitely comfier than my current cot. Tell me however much you want, as I desperately need some distraction from the blood and the violence. 

Oh, I didn't tell you. Owen's let me fight in this war, given me men and everything. I'm not in the thick of it, but I won't say more in case someone from the Umbers can read this.

I look forward to your response, and I miss you very much.

Your sister,

The She-Wolf

#i love them #〖 ALYSANNE. 〗

[caetargaryen]

@daeron-dondarrion

“I told you I couldn’t wait.”

FIRE COUNTRY ↳ 1.21, Backfire

#〖 DAERON. 〗𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤. #〖 DAERON. 〗𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖.

[caetargaryen]

REBEKAH MIKAELSON - Italy, 1114 ↳ 4.4 'The Five'

#〖 VISAGE. 〗𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 ; 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕.

[caetargaryen]

"i am positive, my love," she replies with a smile. "no need to cause a stir in the castle just because i've had some sort of late night epiphany," she adds with a laugh. the princess appreciates that he recognizes her struggle in the time that he has been gone, but she is more than capable of enduring this and more. she has to be strong, after all, she is a dragon. a sigh passes through soft pink lips as he kisses her forehead, as if the physical reassurance is all she needs to keep going. he is truly so much more than she ever thought he could be, back when they first married.

"no, i haven't," she shakes her head as she says it. the princess is... excited. pregnancy always comes with great risk, yes, but it is certainly worth it when the reward is a healthy babe. and despite her family history, caerella has found that she quite enjoys being pregnant. to know that there is a new life growing within her, it is a beautiful thing.

"i have a good feeling," she tells him, her lips quirking upwards into a smile. she places a hand on her still flat stomach, rubbing over it gently. "i wonder if jaehaera will be able to predict this one when we travel to king's landing," she thinks aloud. the targaryen leans over, placing her cheek against her husband's shoulder as she looks down at their son in his arms. caerella tickles the small babe with her finger, giggling when he ends up grabbing her finger in his whole tiny hand.

“Are you sure?” he asked, some concern present in his voice. “You've been here on your own long enough, Cae. You don't have to endure it all on your own, without help,” Daeron murmured, his hand still cupping her cheek. His brave princess had taken everything in stride, ruling over Blackhaven, looking after their young son, playing her role within the court of the Crownlands and Stormlands. The lord leaned close to press a tender kiss to her forehead, a most loving gesture. Gods, how grateful he was for her. She was every bit the partner he'd hoped he might have in life; all of it and so much more.

“You've not bled since I left?” he inquired, figuring that was the reason his wife suspected she could be with child again. Caerella's mother and grandmother had had a history of complicated pregnancies and that was something that continued to worry him. Each new pregnancy could be a new risk for his wife. “We can wait 'til morning if you wish, my love. The maester can come to check you then. Make sure you're well, if you are with child,” the lord smiled, a special warmth coming to his dark eyes which was only reserved for the woman he loved.

#〖 DAERON. 〗

[caetargaryen]

caerella leans into his touch as he places his hand on her face. she would always appreciate his affectionate side, which did not come out often, especially these days. her mouth opens to nearly apologize for apologizing, then she stops and laughs at herself. she simply nods in response to his words, then pulls away as they continue on their little walk.

"thank you," she responds, smirking over at him. many have confused her husband for a dornishman, though jaehaerys is the only one she ever lets get away with it. all because he is her twin, her idaña. one of the closest people to her, even after all that has gone down.

caerella doesn't even realize it at first, but she ends up holding her breath when they once again broach the topic of her sister. he is the king now, he has the ultimate authority. would he allow her this? he has every right to say no. but then... he shakes his head. yes. yes he would allow her to be there in the end.

"thank you, idaña, truly. i think she would prefer i use silverwing... it would be an end befitting a dragon such as her," she says with a nod.

"i will split my time between here and blackhaven, then. i wish to be at your side when we show the world our glory, cousin."

“No. You don’t say sorry.” Jaehaerys placed his hand on his cousin’s face, his affection for her would always remain. As children he was disgusted at the idea of marriage, as a man it convinced him the cousins could save themselves, could have been victorious together. Years ago. Were they as wise as he was now, still, she would be happy. Her happiness mattered as much to him as the happiness of his sister mattered to him. Alas, she had the heart of a woman and loved her husband. He wouldn’t fault her. Afterall, the not Dornishman would be good enough for them.

“Fine, fine. He is not Dornish.” Jaehaerys waved it off, while Criston Cole had been confused for a Dornishman as well, though these days the King believed him a bastard of House Dayne though he shared the theory with no one.

There was always the chance his eyes played tricks on him as his ears did in the nights when he walked through the Red Keep once more. It was different to be there. To stand in that room and to look around and know the chair was his and the people followed him and his favorite cousin still lived. She did not hate him.

“I could never hate you. You’re my twin. Ñuha idaña.” As much as he wanted to say no, as much as he wanted to turn her away from being there, he nodded his head.

He wanted her to be there. If she wished to be there, then she would be there for her sister. Allow her sister to see someone who would remember her well. Better than he would. He nodded his head once again, affirming it. “It will be you and I. If you wish, you may use your dragon. You can give her that honor.”

“I want you to be here as much as possible cousin. We Valyrians are rising again with Targaryens at the top. From Crackclaw Point to Dragonstone to the Crownlands and the Steps, they will see a swath of glory thought dead.”

#〖 JAEHAERYS. 〗

[caetargaryen]

@allysannestark

favorite platonic relationships: hayley marshall and rebekah mikaelson “As for being in it alone, how dare you. I don’t ruin a perfectly fabulous pair of boots tracing through the bayou for just anyone.”

#〖 ALYSANNE. 〗𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 ; 𝕨𝕖’𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖.

[caetargaryen]

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[caetargaryen]

@jaehaerysiitargaryen

"I realized that after a thousand years as family, you're the only one who's never abandoned me."

"Well, aren't we a pair."

#〖 JAEHAERYS. 〗𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦. #〖 JAEHAERYS. 〗𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜.

[caetargaryen]

continued from here.

"i am sorry," she repeats. he is right, had she chosen to say yes, it could've been a more official end to the conflict inherited from their parents. their lines would be joined and once again, the house of the dragon could stand together as one. alas, she cannot set aside the love she now has for daeron.

though she is still upset with all the changes, she cannot help but to crack a smile. again, he calls her husband dornish. just as he always had. a small laugh leaves her, even. "he is not dornish," she reminds him once again, unable to remove the smirk from her lips. "i agree, we should show our unity through our children. i already have a son, and i wish for dragonstone to be his when i am gone. should the gods bless your wife with a daughter, we could see them married."

she sighs. while all this is hard, caerella has no desire to die. so she will remain strong through these difficult times. she will play her part in her cousin's court. and though she will mourn the loss of her sister, she cannot let go of her connection to jaehaerys either. he's her twin, after all. "i do not hate you," she says softly. "i don't think i could if i tried." that is the honest truth.

the princess walks alongside him, nodding along with what he says. "thank you," she says sincerely. "can i be there? to say goodbye..." her and daenerys were never particularly close, but caerella loves her sister all the same. she hopes he will allow her to see her one last time before she is gone.

"a most honorable position... i know he will be grateful for such a thing."

@jaehaerysiitargaryen

#〖 JAEHAERYS. 〗

[caetargaryen]

continuing from here.

it's hard for her to sleep now, now that she is awake and her stomach is turning. she knows something is off and if she really tries to, it's hard to recall the last time she bled. the princess is certainly past due, that much is for certain. but she's just been so caught up in caring for her son and trying her best to hold things down in blackhaven that she hasn't paid it much attention.

a smile pulls at her lips as she watches her husband interact with their son. seeing how gently he holds him, how gently he speaks to him in his native tongue, it's beautiful to her. she hopes that their son will grow to speak both his native tongue and hers as fluently as he will speak common. when he finally turns around to look at her again, her smile only grows.

her stomach doesn't settle but she hardly notices it when he looks at her that way. there is nothing but love in those valyrian hues. "hm? no, i am fine for now and the hour is late anyway," she replies, giggling slightly. "do not worry about me. but.. yes, i believe i am with child again. we can have the maesters come in the morning."

@daeron-dondarrion

#〖 DAERON. 〗

[caetargaryen]

where: the princess goes looking for prince jaehaerys but finds his protector instead, the red keep

she has one goal in mind as soon as her family arrives in king's landing: find jaehaerys. her idaña. twin. perhaps they can go for a ride on their dragons together, or explore the keep just as they've been doing for years. she's pretty sure they haven't been able to find all of its secrets just yet, even in all the years they've been doing it. so naturally, her first stop would be his chambers. she's pretty sure she remembers where they are, though it's been a little while since she was last in the capital and this keep is so godsdamn big. the princess walks with purpose, completely leaving her family behind.

when she makes her way to the door, outside a large knight stands watch. his name is on the tip of her tongue, but she cannot seem to recall it. hm, that's unfortunate. "hello ser," she greets him. "i am looking for my cousin, jaehaerys. is he inside?"

@garrick-cargyll

#sorry this is a little short but i figure banter length is good! #〖 GARRICK. 〗

[caetargaryen]

where: the red keep, during the gathering of the kingdoms for a tourney

though the young princess is absolutely delighted to be back in king's landing, she's already grown bored of the reason for gathering in the first place. she's never cared much for tourneys, never thought they were all that interesting. they often turn too brutal for her liking. the only fun part, in her eyes at least, is being able to bestow her favor upon a lucky knight who comes asking. arron lannister is quite good looking, she thinks, and hopes that maybe he will ask for the princess's favor.

she makes her way down the winding halls of the keep, daydreaming of such an occasion. a smile pulls at her lips and she's all wrapped up in her own thoughts, blissfully unaware of her surroundings at present. she doesn't notice others until she nearly collides with someone-- and it takes her a moment to register who it is. when she does, she grins. "cousin," she greets. "it has been too long... walk with me?" she isn't quite sure where she's going, but it'd be nice to have the company. "do you plan on participating in the tourney games this year?" she asks curiously.

@vaegonvelaryon

#〖 VAEGON. 〗 #hope this is good!!