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Viserys bite his tongue, trying his best not to let the girls words rile him up. He could feel his anger growing with each word that came out of her mouth. “Westeros runs through my veins as well. Both my sister and I were born here and I raised for the first part of my life.” His jaw clenched as she went on and his violet eyes shifted to a near glare as she spoke of his family as she did. How dare she! He was the song of the great dragons. A dynasty of Kings! What was she? A member of a house that had branched off from his own house. A sad extension.

“My father was mad. My brother was loved by the people and he should have been King, he would have gladly taken the throne. But your father and his followers went too far. How could he say he loved Lyanna Stark when he had whores upon whores?” Viserys asked, a snort coming from his nose as he spoke of Robert and he had almost thought he was beginning to have a pleasant conversation with this woman before she insulted him. His sister?! Seven Hells, that was not happening. He was the King! The rightful ruler of Westeros.

Viserys stalked forward, closer to the throne, not caring for the guards that were surely going to stop him from going to close to their Queen. “You little wench.” He growled, his eyes burning with rage and he tried to hold himself back, feeling his nails digging into his palm. “Not everything. She may be the Mother of Dragons, a Khalessi of the Great Grass Seas but she would not have gotten there had it not been for me arranging such a marriage.”

 “I helped her grow into a Queen of Mereen. I was named Kiing of the Iron Throne before my mother’s demise and after my father and brother were murdered by your father and your uncle. “ Viserys spat his words, his anger and rage coming out far to much even for his liking. The dragon was waking inside and he wanted to unleash it upon the Usurper daughter.

“You will negotiate with me. Head of House Targayren and not my sister.”  In the back of his head Viserys had an image of stabbing her in the back before her guards could come to her aid. He also imagined her, on her knees swearing fealty to him, begging for her life to be spared.

[
📲 sms – Aegon] Oh has it now? and wonderful.

Aegon looked at his watch, hoping he hadn’t over dressed or under dressed. He had tried to go for a casual formal wear and he fussed with his hair a bit more before he saw Daenerys pull up in her car and he walked out to meet her. “You look beautiful.” He complimented as he held her car door open for her before closing it behind her. “We have reservations” He informed the blonde as he walked in the building with her. Making sure to pull out the chair for her as they were sat by the host at their table. “Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Daenerys.”

&&. engagement/marriage starters.

ourleaderthemxckingjay:

  • “ will you marry me? “
  • “ yes, i’ll marry you! “ 
  • “ i don’t think we’re ready. “ 
  • “ you lost the ring?! “ 
  • “ i’m gonna propose tonight at dinner. “ 
  • “ i can’t let you marry her/him. “ 
  • “ i don’t care if your family hates me, i love you! “ 
  • “ i think this is the dress. “ 
  • “ what do you mean ‘you can’t do this’? you have to walk down the aisle in half an hour! “ 
  • “ let me see the ring! “ 
  • “ how did he/she ask?! “ 
  • “ so when’s the big day? “ 
  • “ i object! “ 
  • “ the dress won’t zip! “ 
  • “ so are you guys doing this because you’re pregnant or something? “ 
  • “ what type of flowers: roses or lilies? “ 
  • “ please don’t invite your uncle. he always gets embarrassingly drunk at things like these. “ 
  • “ i’ve been taking dancing lessons. i want our wedding to be perfect. “ 
  • “ with this ring, i thee wed. “ 
  • “ are rapid breathing, a fast heart rate, and internal panicking all signs of cold feet? because i’ve got them all. “ 
  • “ i don’t care if we get married in a shack or a ballroom. i just want to be your husband/wife. “ 
  • “ best thing about weddings: open bars. “ 
  • “ you said the wrong name at the altar?! “ 
  • “ nothing made me happier than seeing you walk down the aisle towards me. “ 

He could tell from Jon’s words that Jon meant what he said, just solidifying what Dany had told him. “Alright.” Viserys said simply as he rose from his throne, walking towards Jon Snow slowly. Dany had said to agree with Jon, that this was a dire situation. But both siblings would need proof, but he’d take Jon’s word for now. The sincerity in his voice made it crystal clear to Viserys that Jon was not lying. “What exactly do you need besides help in a fight. I assume you need something more then just an alliance, Lord Snow.”

‘Legitimacy?” Jory asked “Is the blacksmith, Gendry really Robert’s heir?” Jory asked, confused as to what his Lord meant. “How did you escape M’lord?” he could are less to be honest, just glad he was able to meet with Eddard once again. “Your son, Robb, he’s taken up arms and has been proclaimed King in the North.” Jory had been wary of meeting Robb and Catlyen, not feeling like he should as his near death caused him not to be able to protect his Lord.

“Short you are not. I’m going to command you to stop growing. You are not allowed to get taller then me.” Quentyn chuckled as he embraced his brother. “Of course. Why ruin perfection? So, tell me, what’s happened since my absence?”

coffeepeople:

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

@lastxdragon

[
📲 sms – Aegon]

Call me old fashioned but really? That worked?

[
📲 sms – Aegon]

Send a incident picture and you will have dinner with me….

[
📲 sms – Aegon] I know a great Italian place. Say tomorrow around 8?