“ 𝘗𝘈𝘞𝘕 / 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉.

ALICENT HIGHTOWER. #mvrp, #hotdrp.

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 ! && of the blacks, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Strong and bold as the gods. Indie and semi-active. #hotdrp.

° ‘ me and the devil, walking side by side. 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯. independent and semi-active Daeron Targaryen of the #hotdrp verse. ♡ + ↺ #Mvrp, more information below.

Her stomach is heavy with 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲; lips stained in crimson of wine. War sings on the horizon—and her teeth are bared, ready to sink in the 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓽 of a u͟s͟u͟r͟p͟e͟r͟ ͟c͟u͟n͟t͟ of a 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 brother.

* 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. 【 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌! 】 independent && alternative (𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍) verse for helaena targaryen from #hotdrp. #mvrp. Dark themes present && welcome. more information && main thread below.

Forgive her. She did not mean to disturb the reader, with tea in hand. She has missed them && brought a gift, something warm.

Forgive her. She misses a husband’s kindness.

A dreaded heart loathes the sword of fate, sinking into sweet flesh.

Forgive her; she wants for warmth && kindness, that is real. Her husband, a familiar adoration rests between a new family forged with young babes. Among the masks, she finds little truth in people of the court. Falsities, they wear well just as her own father does.

She has much tea to offer the sweet reader, should they wish for comfort.

Sweet, lost adoration found among the sea of her heart; song crashing against fragile ribs.

* 𝗔 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗟; 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗘. 【 crafted for #hotdrp, #gotrp and #mvrp with the aim of being storyline driven. 】 dossier below.

&& surely, her dear love must be lonely.

Sweeter lies, and pretty lips; games played without will, she loathes herself.

A tower of forlorn sorrow; and she can only weep among found adoration.

Oh, sweetlings. She comes with sorrow in her heart, hands that miss the tresses of a Targaryen daughter.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍, 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘. ) independent and indie rhaenyra targaryen woven for #hotdrp. more information found below.

Happy Valentine’s to her dear husband.

Tell her what you know of love.

She wishes her dreams were 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.

Futile hope—found in burnt pages of fallen fates. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬! She is but a girl, with dreams reaching for the heavens. && she is a girl, 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐘. Her gaze seems faraway, thoughts * stolen.