Alysanne And Her Daughters In Aegons Garden.

Portrait practice of Rhaenyra

[Lucrezia Borgia/Holliday Grainger you’ll always be famous]

how many eyes does lord bloodraven have?

Art by @adelikashere for A Crown of False Spring. The best birthday gift ever.

It was… a girl-child. He’d not misjudged; even whilst standing she was a tiny slip of a thing. A strange thing. Her coltish frame was wrapped in a dove-grey gown, streaked with soil and trailing like mist about small bared feet. Dark chestnut hair tumbled loose and tangled past thin shoulders, framing windburnt cheeks flushed rosy with chill. Her eyes were sharp and wild, her teeth bared—and in her hands a tree branch, raised like a sword! Not a little doe then, thought Arthur. Then, a break in the clouds. A shaft of dying light broke through the clearing, striking the crown of the heart tree with sudden radiance. The deep scarlet leaves flared and shimmered like bloody embers. And there, half-lost amongst the high fronds, something swayed. A shield. Upon it, the painted face of a weirwood, grinning wide and red.

Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince inspired by The Blacks & The Greens by @sweetestpopcorn

Sara Mrad | Hymn to the Harvest

Sara Mrad | Hymn to the Harvest

inbal dror 2021 #br-21-8

Otto about Daemon : you can tell his parents didn’t raise him right-

The Parents:

[Ran to finish Baelon after the latest Spring Prince chapter]

Chapter 28

Daemon is with Rhaenyra and a group of young nobles who have chosen to spend the afternoon in the Fountain Garden. Some men are playing cards or dice, and a few stand to the side, entertaining themselves with a set of wooden balls, which they try to push into small holes in the ground using long sticks. The ladies are either strolling along the alleyways, picking up flowers, gossiping or sewing. Rhaenyra and Daemon sit under a great silk canopy, a board of Cyvasse between them, while Rhaenyra’s ladies watch the game eagerly. Not too far away, under another canopy, the servants bustle around the trestle table, preparing luncheon for the youth. When the people notice Viserys, they bow and curtsey, murmuring greetings and attempting to start a conversation, but Viserys only smiles and marches on, heading towards his daughter and brother. “Who’s winning?” he asks when he reaches them. Daemon laughs. “I am.” “No, you’re not,” Rhaenyra grumbles under her breath.

Chapter 28 / Chapter 1

Arthur Dayne rescuing Elia Martell and her son Aegon Targaryen from the Sack of King’s Landing

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