The camps were never too close to the battles but always within earshot.
Close enough to give her nightmares about Robb falling in battle.
Close enough for a Lannister spy to find them if they looked hard enough.
“You claim to wish to help my son yet you skulk around this camp like a thief.” He didn’t sound northern- that was enough reason for most of the guards to distrust him. Save the men Edmure and Brynden had brought most of the Northern Army was just that. No wonder he’d been dragged to her tent.
“You’re not of a Northern house, nor one of my father’s bannermen’s.”
“No, Your Ladyship I am not. I’m from the South. Can Southerners not join a side they think is the right one to be on? Or are we condemned for being born and raised in the wrong area?” Rhaegar questioned Catelyn “What proof do you need to see that I am not a spy My Lady?”
He had very few things left on him that would prove he was who he said he was, but he was willing to show them to her and that’s when he moved his cloak away from his dark colored chest plate to revel the broken rubies one of the only things he had kept on him through the years, most everything else had been sold to get food and shelter and make sure his natural hair color was kept hidden, making him a brunette.
“I want justice for the families wronged. For my family.” He paused gritting his teeth “My father, not so much. But- Ellia…our children, for Lyanna and her family.”
Ned can hardly believe what he’s seeing. Rhaegar had died on the Trident over a year ago now. Hadn’t he? Ned hadn’t been back in Winterfell very long and here was Rhaegar Targaryen standing in his solar.
“How did you get in here?” He asks, his voice low. He’d half a mind to take Ice off the mantel and finish what Robert clearly hadn’t. The other half of reminded him that technically this was Jon’s father, and that he’d made a promise to his sister. “Why did you come here?”
“I sneaked my way past your guards. It wasn’t easy to be honest. I nearly got caught until I told one I had a important message for you and he let me go.” Rhaegar waited for Eddard to pull out his sword, to swing at him but nothing so far had turned to violence. “I ask to stay here. Until I recuperate.” He hadn’t heard anything about his son but had heard of Lyanna’s passing and he didn’t know what Eddard did and didn’t know about the two of them.
“Eddard, I heard you were the last one with Lyanna…did-did our child…” He could hardly finish his thoughts and Rhaegars eyes fell to the floor. “I never wanted this to happen. I had wanted to annul my marriage to Elia, I loved her and our children but Lyanna…She was strikingly beautiful and she loved me.”
Rhaegar wasn’t sure why he was telling Eddard all of this, he didn’t know if the Lord would believe him or not. “I was going to take over the throne, my father had been slipping further and further towards the end…Lyanna wanted to escape a marriage to Robert, we married…” He was fighting back tears at the thought of his dead family. “I’ve lost all of my family. My brother is somewhere across the Narrow Sea and for all I know he and mother could be dead. I understand if you throw me out, if you execute me. You have every right to do so. My family started a war and we are to pay for that”
Something concerns me that is STILL be prevalent in the rp community:
Pressuring your partner to reply to rps and asks repeatedly, and without end.
It’s one thing to poke your partner once a week, but if you are making them DREAD their blog to where they disappear for days to avoid confrontation, you are making your own hell. Reminding them all day long, or even multiple times a week, is BAD FORM.
The only exception: Your partner as explicitly stated openly: “Please remind me today again,” or “Please poke me until I do it.” or “I need to be told at least X times before I can focus.”
However, If you’re using guilt trips, Passive-Agressive/ Aggressive tactics, to remind them, that still counts as harassment (IE:)
“Well I guess my thread isn’t good enough.”
“I know, my muse/thread/au is boring, huh? “
“I just thought you keep forgetting about me, you seem to answer X a lot.”
“Why do you answer everyone but me?”
“Oh. I’m sorry I bothered you….” *waits a moment, then comes back* “So are you going to do our thread or not???”
You insta-publish your reply when they finally answer, and then immediately poke them to answer it as fast as you, because you want to keep going, ignoring their needs.
You bombard them with messages over and over with no end.
You BEG.
You threaten them in any way.
You vague about “being bored” or how you’re “waiting for replies.”
These are just SOME examples of pressuring someone. If someone isn’t replying to your thread or muse, they could have a LOT going on! Maybe their muse doesn’t work right now for your muse, maybe they are stressed, doing multiple tasks, maybe they feel 1-3 threads hardcore right now, and it’s nothing personal. Muses like who they like. If someone has multiple muses, chances are one muse is being “louder” somewhere else over the one you play with.
See, if you PUSH someone too hard they will lose ALL motivation for you to begin with, and thus never want to rp with you. You may have even demotivated them from rp entirely; something they love to do. I know everyone says: “But I’d want someone to tell me they are bothered by me” No, you don’t. Anytime anyone has done this, it was met with drama. So most people would rather shrink away and avoid confrontation. And if you are being AGGRESSIVE asking for interaction all the time, you’ve shown them that you are agressive all over, and may retaliate. Own your behavior!!!
We all get excited about threads, ships, verses, other muses, etc. But everyone’s mood is not always in alignment with yours, that’s why we have multiple partners and try to get other verses going. If you have multiple partners, and are getting the same reaction out of all your partners (IE: avoidance) maybe you need to look at the common denominator: you.
You need to step away, take a breather, count, whatever it takes to calm down, and think to yourself: “Is this how I would want to be treated? Would I like someone pressuring and bullying me, making me uncomfortable??”
And if you are on the receiving end of all this? Time to WARN them about your boundaries. If they don’t correct their behavior, MOVE ON and drop them as a partner. If necessary, (by degree of nastiness or threat) BLOCK THEM.
“I pledge loyalty to your son, Lady Stark. To your family.”
Rhaegar’s face covering was removed as he was taken a hold of by one of Robbs men and indigo eyes looked up the widowed lady not quite sure if now was the right time to disclose his true self to her. How long had it been since he had said his name out loud to another person? Fourteen years or had it been longer? The Targaryen couldn’t recall.
“My name is William” A fake name, one he had used far more than any other name. “Please, Lady Stark. My intentions and words are true. I wish to see the bastard lions removed from power and hung for what they have done to your family and other families now by hiding their blatant truths.”
“That is once you get back to your home.” She replied as she rubbed her hands over his arm gently, creating soothing circles on his skin. Long sleeves were usually worn by workers, but not at night. When a cool breeze could help keep them all cool. “However yes, I think my father would love the idea of there now being eight kingdoms under the rule of my king and I…though I wonder, how difficult that task will be. Especially since I know only Agrabah, and not the way of your people or the lands.”
Jasmine noticed how quick he was to pull away after she had brought up his jealousy. Her eyes closed as he once again, was not satisfied. “If you trusted me, then you would not be so quick to be upset. I am working on it, as I’ve told you again and again these last few days. The plan needs to be well thought out. We can’t act brash and without thought. If we do that, you may never see freedom, no matter your title. You may be able to return home, but I would not be able to go with you. Would you rather see your home again, but never be able to come back here? That is what will happen if we are not careful. That is why I am asking you, to give me time. I’ll…”
She flushes as she takes a deep breath. “If you promise to be a little more patient…I can allow you this much.” She slips her arms out of her robe, slowly. The fabric collecting around her waist. Her arms covering herself a little, but she stood before him. “…A little more freedom, for tonight.”
“You’ve taught me your way of life and people, even the language. I can do the same for you.” He replied back before she chastised him on his words on the speed of the freeing process. How could she not see that he trusted her but yet he was upset, upset at the very idea of there being slaves in the first place. At the idea that he couldn’t just be cut free from these imaginary binds that had labeled him a slave, though some binds had been real it still didn’t change the fact that Viserys wasn’t a slave in his mind, he wasn’t going to be allowed to break like the others around here had. He had goals and ambitions, the Targaryen was still a person in all sense of the word. His own person.
“Come with me than. We’ll run away together.” He knew saying that was another thought with no planning, rash and impulsive but he had many thoughts like that on his way to Agrabah and even now, with his love the Princess he still had thoughts of leaving. His violet eyes followed her movements as her deep breath had caught him off guard and he stared as the frabric she wore slowly dropped lower and lower. “You’re buying my time with your body?” He asked, slightly ticked off by the idea that she thought he would sit idly by and be patient if she gave him a bit more of herself to him.
Viserys stepped forward, closing in on Jasmine with a hunger that stirred in his body as his eyes locked on to the reveled skin, his hands reaching out to touch her breasts, pulling her closer to his body as his lips covered hers. Freedom. Tonight. Her words echoed in his head and Viserys explored every inch of her soft skin as he could, planting kisses everywhere and nipped at the skin near her nipples and gave a soft groan as he could feel his body getting hotter at the very thought of doing more with her and suddenly Viserys, the meek slave of Agrabah wasn’t present. Viserys Targaryen of Westeros, the Dragon came though as he kissed her lips passionately as his hands slipped past the boundaries she had made and Viserys attempted to push his body as close to hers as he could trying to make sure there was not an inch of space between them.
As he tried to push his limits with her, further and further, nipping at her nipples a bit roughly, licking them to soothe soon after. His mind getting lost in the lust and the thought of her under him was too much and the dragon wanted his freedom and like a dragon in chains he was trying to break them any way he could, even if it meant being rough and demanding despite how the chains pulled him away or in this case, pushed him away. “Do you want to wake the dragon?” He snarled as he tried to grab her before she could move away, his clothing had been halfway off in the process and his hair now a tousled mess. “You are mine and mine alone and I will have you Jasmine” A flare of anger flashed in his eyes and for a moment Viserys felt like he had back before he had married Dany off and for a small moment it felt good, it felt right. He was in control, he had power again though that feeling was short lived as he felt something hit him, and hit him harder than he would have expected from someone like Jasmine.
Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.
She thought for a moment, tilting her head back to look up at the sky. Even though it was cut off from the rest of the garden, and couldn’t be seen due to the tall bushes and trees, they could see the sky. “I think he would be astonished, and demand an explanation of how you ended becoming a slave? What kingdom you rule, and what exactly you can give Agrabah if you wanted my hand in marriage.” She told him, clasping her hands behind her back. The princess had thought that scenario over and over in her head, using different words or tactics. However it always came to the same thing, what did he have to offer her without Agrabah having to give up their soldiers? Once he spoke again, she turned to look at him.’
“Liar.” She called him out as soon as he spoke. He knew she would always know once he was away from her. When she could no longer hear his clear voice, see his locks, his skin darkening with a tan from the sun. She slowly made her way over to him, and silently, reached down. She curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, lifting it up. Once the spot where his heart thudded was exposed, she pressed her lips there.
A pleased sound leaving her lips before her fingers traced it. “You were jealous…even though you know my heart is yours, as yours is mine.” Jasmine tilts her head back, looking into his eyes again as she pressed her lips back to the spot. “When will you finally trust me enough to know I will find a way for us to be together?”
“And I would tell him the truth. I could give Agrabah many a things, another trade route for one.” He told Jasmine as he thought about what kind of reactions her father would have and they had never ended well for him or Jasmine. “Another his daughter would be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Seven. That’s impressive is it not?” He asked as he leaned in to her touch before he pulled back from the very touch he craved, nearly missing her lips
“How can I not be jealous of someone else who can easily have you? Be seen with you as we should be able to be? I trust you Jasmine I do but it shouldn’t take this long to get some kind of result” He had felt like a dog teased with the idea of freedom for afar too long and he was afraid at some point he was going to lose it and bite at the very hand that fed him. Viserys wanted many things but he had no idea just how he would manage to achieve them, going home being one of those things. While he liked being in Ahrabah and it’s people he missed home, hell he even missed the Dothraki savages.
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Goldnwulf 