Bookmarked by ShadowSiren21
02 Dec 2022
01 Dec 2022
Alicent was often confused by Rhaenyra’s actions. She couldn’t place the meaning behind them and it drove her crazy.
One minute, one night, Rhaenyra would take her out to an expensive restaurant, to a luscious dinner—she did have money to flaunt after all. The other she would borderline ignore her or gush about a random guy she’d seen during the day.
The continuation of the modern AU I once wrote, but here rhaenicent bicker a lot more.
- Part 2 of Rhaenicent modern AU (uni/college)
She did not awaken with a scream, not even a loud gasp. Her eyes simply startled open, still wide with the horrors she’d dreamt of. She couldn’t even jump off the bed to try to put some physical distance between nightmare and reality, as her body still felt paralyzed. It was as if the Old Gods were doing their best to impress on her skin the horror that would befall their family.
A fix-it fic in which Rhaenyra trusts Daemon with the knowledge she's received from the start.
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
01 Dec 2022
“You think your best friend of 14 is going to be the best friend for the rest of your life,” Emily Carey said about Rhaenyra and Alicent’s relationship. “It does toe the line between platonic and romantic. But I also think, at 14, you don’t know what those words mean. You don’t know what feelings mean. It’s just love. That’s all it is.”
But there were seven moments when Alicent did know. And one where she didn’t.
The halls of Dragonstone grow brighter and louder by the day with dragonfire outside the great glass windows and prayers to the Seven filling the solar each morning, the solar where Alicent enters in her brilliant green dress as her lord husband sits brooding by the window. Rhaenyra had that gown commissioned for her not a moon ago and it makes Alicent look like a little flame, long wide sleeves spilling around her broadening wrists and velvet lacing drawing wandering eyes to her high breasts, to the skin behind which a quiet hearthfire seems to glow these days.