#iv. the brighter a lady shines the faster she may burn » bridgerton verse.

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a  semi –– plotted  starter  for  @ofimaginarybeings​.   ♡

 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃.  and  with  it  comes  the  prestigous  words  of  lady  whistledown,  who  whimsically  spreads  through  the  ton  and  her  opinion    –––    higher  and  far  more  important  than  any  other  who  might  grace  such  an  event.  already,  the  targaryen  family  have  found  themselves  at  the  centre  of  attention,  ink  scrawling  a  name  that  was  once  whispered  throughout  the  heart  of  mayfair.  vicious  rumours  had  spread  through  london  like  a  flame  to  wood  and  no  one  shall  ever  know  the  truth  of  what  happened  to  her  father,  still  a  secret  that  even  this  author  is  yet  to  unveil.  but  with  the  targaryen  name  now  however  comes  hope    –––    excitement  and  prosperity  for  the  newest  addition  to  this  season.

 the  brighter  a  lady  shines,  the  faster  she  may  burn.  and  this  lady  is  no  other  than  the  daughter  of  the  late  lord  aerys  targaryen,  a  viscount  with  troubles  and  darkness  of  his  own.  her  name  is  daenerys  stormborn,  stolen  away  from  the  eyes  of  high  society  as  a  child  and  raised  by  willem  darry  who  once  served  as  a  loyal  friend  to  her  family.  but  just  like  all  of  those  within  her  life,  he  too  had  been  lost  and  granted  to  the  skies  ...  an  angel  to  watch  upon  her  from  above.  she  must  be  brilliant,  she  reminds  herself  as  viserys'  words  fill  her  ears  as  if  he  is  stood  by  her  side  in  that  moment.  she  is  almost  certain  that  his  beady  eyes  are  not  too  far  from  her,  waiting  and  watching  in  anticipation  for  men  to  fall  upon  his  sweet  little  sister.  gloved  fingers  delicately  toy  with  one  another,  the  card  which  dons  her  wrist  to  give  way  to  those  who  wish  for  a  dance  dangles  within  the  air    –––    empty  thus  far.

 amethyst  hues  wash  upon  the  ballroom  floor,  somewhat  relunctant  to  sell  her  freedom  so  that  glory  may  be  restored  to  her  house.  it  is  as  she  turns,  fragile  figure  colliding  with  the  body  of  another,  that  daenerys  is  forced  to  finally  make  eye  contact  with  one  of  the  many  suitors  that  occupies  the  room.  it  is  the  first  ball  of  the  season  and  she  is  just  about  as  frightened  as  a  mouse,  though  fear  leaves  her  as  she  succumbs  to  ocean  hues.  she  is  a  lady  ...  one  who  must  smile  and  curtsey,  it  is  a  lesson  that  had  been  taught  to  her  from  the  many  serving  maids  who  sought  to  replace  the  company  and  teachings  that  her  mother  might  have  taught  her.  and  in  that  moment,  those  may  lessons  had  failed  her,  a  stifled  apology  the  only  thing  to  escape  her  body  instead.  ❝  –––    pardon  me,  you  must  accept  my  sincerest  apologies.  ❞

#iv. the brighter a lady shines the faster she may burn » bridgerton verse. #vi. words are fine but they do not win battles » ubbe ragnarsson. #vii. the soft storm of loving him » ofimaginarybeings. ♡ #ofimaginarybeings. #ahhhhh #IT'S HAPPENING FISH

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                    ❝  there is nothing you cannot do.  ❞   from  @courtofataraxia​​.

 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍.  though  it  was  such  resilience  that  daenerys  targaryen  could  see  within  his  own  dark  eyes,  a  lifetime  of  hurt  and  betrayal  mirrored  within  the  irises  she  looked  into.  she  dare  not  ask,  for  she  had  tried  before  and  silence  reigned.  though  if  there  was  one  thing  that  this  young  lady  knew  of  silence,  it  was  that  it  always  spoke  far  louder  than  words  ever  could.  colours  of  crimson  pool  around  pale  skin,  a  phoenix  risen  from  the  ashes  amidst  smoke  and  it  seemed  as  though  simon  basset  could  see  the  strength  that  lived  inside  of  her.  thick  brows  stitch  together,  petals  parting  to  give  way  to  words  but  it  was  to  no  prevail.  lost  and  alone  for  a  majority  of  her  life,  daenerys  had  been  rendered  speechless  to  know  that  someone  believed  in  her.  

 there  had  once  been  a  time  where  lady  whistledown  did  too,  her  name  printed  upon  papers  that  the  entirety  of  society  had  obtained,  though  daenerys'  hope  was  slowly  starting  to  dwindle  ...  she  did  not  want  to  give  up  her  freedom  so  that  she  might  rebuild  and  restore  the  glory  of  her  house,  whilst  her  brother  sat  on  the  sidelines  and  revelled  in  his  new  wealth.  and  whilst  her  heart  burned  for  the  duke  of  hastings,  she  did  not  wish  for  him  to  be  all  but  a  playing  piece  in  viserys'  attempts  to  strengthen  the  targaryen  name.  a  secret  she  would  never  spill,  not  even  to  him,  was  that  she  did  not  feel  so  solemn  when  she  was  with  simon.  a  genuine  smile  had  painted  its  way  upon  her  canvas  as  though  she  were  a  portrait,  awaiting  the  eyes  of  noble  lords  and  ladies  within  a  gallery.  though  her  face  not  is  anything  but  a  portrait  now,  it  is  of  sadness  and  defeat  all  in  one  instance.   ❝  –––   then  if  you  would  be  so  kind  as  to  tell  me  your  grace,  why  it  has  been  this  difficult  in  securing  myself  a  match. surely,  it  is  impossible  to  be  so  loveless.   ❞

#ii. chaos is a ladder … and so is my inbox » answered memes. #courtofataraxia. #iv. the brighter a lady shines the faster she may burn » bridgerton verse. #vi. we don’t get to choose whom we love » alt characters. #simon tag tba #omg thank u so much for this #i am OBSESSED #with bridgerton atm #and i just had to give dany a verse #!!!