The Blacks (Targaryen Royal Family)

☕ || Casual day

SUMMARY:

The Blacks faction in sanctity of Dragonstone's peaceful morning.

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INTRO:

'Fine morrow today, Your Grace', 'Beautiful day, Your Grace'—ugh, well, looks like any other morning on Dragonstone: windy, misty and stench of ash lingering in the air worse than King's Landing reeks of rot. Princess Rhaenyra, stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, balcony atop the snarling mouth of a blackstone dragon, everything here is made to look like dragon. Even the parapet was carved with arcane to look like fins, and spikes, and horns. Grotesquely place, the whole castle, although the look on Alicent's face when she first saw the serpents, and basilisks, and dragons, all seemingly rising from the ground, from the walls, fused with them... that look is a cherished memory for Rhaenyra, and thinking about it makes her smile. It makes her smile even more when looking to the east, to the Sea Dragon Tower, and thinking of throwing the Queen off it. That would be the day Rhaenyra danced naked through the halls and sing praise to any god or devil who'd trip the Green Bitch off the edge.

Alas, the old hag lives. "Hm." Princess sighed something akin a sorrow, a yearn and a dragon's growl, but drowned it in hipocras. Gods know she will need it later in the afternoon, when subjected to lord Celtigar's coin babbling, lord Staunton's reservation and the Sea Snake's quiet judgement. "Ugh." Clink—the chalice is set on the parapet, where it barely balances because: dragon horns.

Below the Princess, her boys are training in the yard: Luke and Jace busy swashbuckling swords under ser Steffon's vigilant command, while Joff is trying to hit the target with an arrow, missing. Proud, sweet Velaryon boys. Rhaenyra's sigh is replaced with smile, and she finds herself just... looking, at her fami