aesthetic of the new girls

Lucretia Marin: "The Last Unicorn."

"She might have been the last of her kind, 

she would always find a way to carry the pride of her people."

Phoenix Rivers: "The dragon Queen who was determined to reclaim her throne."

"The fate of the world relied on her shoulders. The queen had to reclaim her heart. The queen had to reclaim her throne. She had to save the world."

Judith le Fay: "The child of Fate."

"Judith knew there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. She could either save the world or bring it down to his knees."

Gabriel Starmaker: "The messenger of God."

"She disappeared from the Silver-city because she had to find her father."

Vanya Beryl Quimaris: "The elf warrior thirsty for revenge."

"She would never rest until those who wronged her were all dead."

Leona Farrow: "A deceived woman whose leadership was stolen."

"For so many years the truth had been hidden from her. 

For so many years, she had been denied her revenge.

But not anymore."

Lux Adora:a history of bloody revenge

Abigail Newton

Elpis Aesthetics

Elpis: The Primordial Goddess of Hope and Light

"And no one in the whole universe could face the Primordial goddess of Light and Hope. They tried to limit her but she broke her chains. She broke her chains... "

Mary colson: Aesthetic

Mary Colson: The Nightingale of Birmingham

She was the nightingale of Birmingham, the voice that kept his nightmare at bay. She was the broken bird that needed a safe place to heal and yet still managed to sing.

Nëela Olusegun Aesthetics

"Nëela Olusegun: The Cursed Witch."

825 years of a cursed life.

An Original met, A hybrid found.

825 years of a painful life.

Touch-deprived and alone.

825 years of constant renewal,

Spring after Spring with no time to settle.

A life she needed to turn over.

Sara Richardson Aesthetic

Sara Richardson: The Bonnie to Homelander's Clyde.

A troubled life, a troubled mind, and a troubled heart desperate to find comfort and safety.

She had a troubled life, a troubled mind, and a troubled soul desperate to find a soulmate, someone who would share her life and who would fill the void in her heart.

Oya Winchester Aesthetic

Oya Winchester: "The badass pint-sized hunter."

Resilient and determined. 

A half-pint-sized badass hunter.

Oya had it rough, rougher than she likes to say but still manages to handle her business and retain her good heart. 

She still saves lives and kicks monsters' asses.

Bäahal Targaryen: Aesthetics

Bäahal Targaryen: The lost and found sister 

She was the people's princess, the warrior maiden, the voice of the voiceless. She witnessed the horrors men could do to one another. She was a victim of said violence, of said hatred, and yet despite it, Bäahal kept an innocent heart. She kept her joy and she kept her love.

COPG: hesitation

Elpis' golden eyes averted from the ceiling to the balcony. There was a lot that happened since Pride gave her the ring that allowed her to roam the Earth freely. For a long time, which probably was several human years, they went from one place to another, using Pride's magic to shield her from her pantheon and the ever-present eyes of her sister Ayasha, the primeval goddess of knowledge. For such a long time she was restricted in her movement!  While it allowed her to recover from the immense damage her curse inflicted on her, Elpis' mental health was rapidly declining. She hated being confined and had awful flashbacks of her time sealed within human hosts for two millennia. That couldn't continue and Pride managed to circumvent their restrictions to grant her freedom. 

There was a lot to think about and a lot to do. She received a scythe he forged for her. She received a ring that allowed her to go wherever she wanted and truly test her newfound powers. Of course, she wanted to train and tap into that energy inside her that had been kept a secret by her whole pantheon. She wanted to stretch her legs and fight monsters and smaller gods alike just to see what she could do and hone her skills. Another part of her wanted to settle a score and go back to visit the surviving gods from the Sins' rampage. She remembered a slight from millennia ago by one of these goddesses. She remembered how dismissive Loki had been of her and wanted to visit the Northen God for petty revenge. Another part of her wanted to focus on her mother, on harnessing her power and overthrowing the All-mother. How tempting, how deliciously tempting. She had the choice now and for the first time in ages, it left her perplexed and indecisive.  What to do? What to start with? 

Despite everything she claimed to her beloved Sin, there was one thing that was lingering underneath all that bubbling anger. Once her revenge would be enacted, what of her? The idea that she would wipe her whole pantheon and would be left without any family member alive sent shivers down her spine. could she truly pull something like this? Could she really be the reason she would lose everything? Elpis needed revenge and she wanted the blood of those who betrayed her. The only siblings who actually cared for her, died once they uncovered the truth, so why was she hesitating still?  Did it scare her that much to be on her own with Pride? Did it scare her so much to be so dependent on him? Deep down, she trusted him. She just never had to make a decision this big before.  Annoyed at her own heart for being so weak, the goddess of Light and Hope sat on her bed. Her decision has been made and truth be told, it had been made for her millennia ago. She would wipe out her pantheon because they tried to kill her for choosing Pride. She would do it and relish hearing their screams. She had to, for her fallen siblings, for herself, for Pride, and for her future. She had to and she will! 

COLBY: "Her hands weren't meant to kill."

Her hands weren't meant to kill. Arthur had told Mary that he hated the idea of her pulling on a trigger. He didn't want her darling hands to be used for something other than healing others. She was a nurse, after all, it was her calling to be among those who try their best to save lives.  He told her that while he was put on Earth to take lives and soil his fists with blood and other human waste, she should be stitching people back together, putting them back to health. She chuckled and gently told Arthur that no matter how they imagined their lives, reality would always have a way to shake them up. No one, especially in these early industrial years, was spared by life.  She would have to take a life whether she wanted it or not. Arthur promised her she wouldn't have to and he tried, God did he try to protect Mary to the best of his ability. Unfortunately, he couldn't spare her the trauma of killing someone. Neither could Tommy. 

Her hands weren't meant to kill. Tommy always said it when she wanted to know about his business. He kept telling her that the best thing for her was to be kept in the dark about whatever business he was doing because it was best if she spent her energy on something else. He wanted her to focus on the children of Grace's Institute because he believed she was really helping shape these young minds into better adults than they were. He believed in her ability to nurture the gentler side of these orphans and by extension, the side of the adults around them. He did his best to keep her out of harm's way but even with his best efforts, Tommy wasn't superhuman. There were still powerful men with strings they could pull to hurt Mary. There were still enemies he made along the way to absolute power in Birmingham, enemies who forced Mary's hand. He still remembered when he rushed to her side, the shell-shocked face she had on, the shaky hands, the blood that soiled her face, her hands, arms..her dress. It was a sight he wished never to see again. It was a sigh he vowed never to see again and as he took the gun away from her hands, Tommy grabbed the back of her neck and leaned his forehead against hers. 

Her hands weren't meant to kill. Mary had always known it. She imagined she would be surprised by Death and would not be able to put up a fight but Life proved her wrong. She fought. She always fought for her life. If it wasn't by mentally breaking free from the heavy influence and control of her first husband, Carter, it was by physically fighting off assailants. Long before a gun was put in her hands, she would use anything near her, anything she had to protect herself. She had scratched, bit, slapped, and even punched people who had tried to hurt her. She had stabbed those who threatened children and now... now she had shot at someone to save both her life and the life of a child... her child... Charlie. She protected him and it only took Tommy's gentle hand on her cheek and intense blue gaze on her, for Mary to come back to her senses and realize what had just happened. She cried and hugged Tommy to find some comfort in the awful truth that she had, indeed, taken a life. Her hands weren't meant to kill... and despite this truth, Mary knew that she was ready to do it, to protect the ones she loved. 

TB trivia : Black haired John

Black-haired "John": 

If there is something Sara loves to talk about, it's Homelander. Whether he's his natural hair color or dyed black, she thinks he's hot and she thinks that she's the luckiest woman alive because her boyfriend is hot. She honestly thinks that he's the hottest thing since water was "invented" and would always make sure he knows she's extremely attracted to him when he's in civilian clothes and incognito. 

She knows she has good taste, especially when he attracts people who shamelessly flirt with him in front of her. It's okay, they can look for all she cares. That only fuels her ego (and she does have some huge ego) and comforts her in the idea that she made the right choice of partner given how irresistible they are. She trusts him and doesn't feel uncomfortable with people trying to seduce him (unless they're too brazen and her territoriality kicks in).  Homelander has always been loyal and she honestly never doubts that he is loyal to her. 

Sara RAVES about him. If you're a friend, a colleague, or even the stranger in the park, she would be his biggest cheerleader and would always find something nice to say about him. Truth be told, and unhinged persona aside, he honestly is a handsome man and she genuinely loves him. Because she does, she will be his first and biggest hypeman and will make sure that the whole world knows how in love she is with him. (and horny for him too... cause she's a horndog, you know?) Black-haired John truly has her panties in a twist, and he knows it and plays into it.

TB: Doubts

Sara dreaded the day she would have to part ways with Dotty. Their partnership meant everything to the supe because Dotty was her best friend, her manager, and a mother figure. Despite their disagreements, and very loud arguments, they both wanted the best for the other. Dotty looked after her, the way she knew how. Dotty was there throughout the ordeal Brett put Sara through. She was there when Sara needed a shoulder to cry on or when her protegée needed advice regarding a song or a performance. While Sara didn't have a lot of pictures of them together, she remembered quite well everything Dotty did for her. It became difficult for Sara to hide her relationship with Homelander from Dotty but she knew it was for the best because the older woman would absolutely lose her shit if she discovered the truth. She would be worried, then upset at Sara for hiding this information from her. She would probably try to reason with Sara and beg for her to break up with Homelander but Sara was having none of it. She didn't want to hear Dotty try and break them up. She didn't want Dotty to be in trouble with Homelander for suggesting this ridiculous idea and she didn't want to be upset at Dotty for not seeing the relationship for what it was, for how much good it was doing to her. 

Could she blame Dotty? Deep down, Sara knew that she couldn't. Dotty witnessed her very bad choice of partners over the years. She witnessed her pain, she witnessed her tears and she helped Sara get out of harm's way so, obviously, she wouldn't look at this budding relationship with the next tyrant of the United States with a very open mind. He was unhinged (that much was a given). He was unpredictable, scary and to top it off, homicidal. If anything that Starlight kid was saying, by all means, Homelander was a mass killer, or a serial killer, or whatever type of killer that existed, Dotty was sure that Homelander was it. She didn't trust him, didn't like him, and didn't believe a word he said on the telly. So why would she be happy for Sara? Lying to the older woman was giving Sara headaches. She didn't like keeping the truth from her but she decided to do so until the relationship became public. What Sara dreaded the most, unlike the bullshit she kept repeating to herself every single day, was the disappointment in the face of Dotty. She couldn't bear to see the "why are you always running towards danger." She couldn't bare to hear Dotty berate her for picking the most abusive pieces of shit who walked the Earth but again, that was just a projection on Sara's part. Why would Dotty say this rather than see how happy her protegée was? Why would she focus on the negative the press, or the boys say about Homelander? 

Perhaps, deep down, what she dreaded the most was to be angry with Dotty to the point that the two would stop talking to each other and learn in the newspapers about the death of her mentor. She wanted to keep a positive relationship with the older woman even if that included lying to her face about her new romance.  The good outweighed the bad, so Sara decided to lie, well... to keep herself from mentioning the truth which wasn't exactly a lie.  The truth was, that Sara was terrified about going public with Homelander because she was unsure of how the public would welcome this relationship. She expected harsh remarks and people who would let their lowest instincts take over for any reason, but she didn't expect to be embraced by his fans. She didn't want her peace to be disturbed by some unhinged maniac who would try and coax Homelander into breaking up with her or who would go and actively try to harm her in retaliation for his choice. The country was rather wild these days and she didn't want to have the spotlight forced in her face.  And what about her own fans? Would they accept a new relationship? Would they try to tear them apart? would they try to start rumors? Would she lose fans over her romance with Homelander? It was stressing her out and she didn't even notice that Dotty was already aware of the situation. After all, she knew Sara as if she had made her, so she knew something was going on. She even knew that Sara was keeping a secret from her... All she had to do was find it.

Klasma trivia : necromancy // Body puppetry

What sets Nëela apart from other witches is the fact she can practice Necromancy. Well, she's still learning it but obviously has already mastered the body puppetry spell. It allows her to manipulate the body of the deceased as she sees fit. Usually, she manipulates them for defense or attack. She used this ability during her rescue of Klaus Mikaelson and manipulated the bodies of hybrids and witches alike to kill and protect herself from other witches and hybrids. Of course, the more bodies she manipulates, the more exhausting it becomes and it requires a lot of concentration. She's working on a way to make it more efficient and give a certain level of autonomy to the bodies she manipulates to turn them akin to Golems. 

Nëela isn't against learning more and has dabbled to the darkest side of her magic. She also took the abilities and expertise of the witches whose souls were used to curse her. That explains why she's so powerful and well-versed in elemental magic as well as the fundamental spells. Because she studies a lot and worships Hecate, the patron saint of the occult, she can anchor herself a little more to the magic world and prevent those who are not aware or familiar with Hecate from cutting her access to magic.  The witch, if she wanted, could be a threat to all living beings but her strong desire to help others make her a formidable ally rather than a nightmarish foe. 

Elijah is fully aware of her potential to be even more powerful and has always brought her some new spellbooks or magical artifacts he found so she could study them, learn from them, and add them to her already impressive magical knowledge. When she's losing control of her magic, telekinesis is the first skill that manifests itself and after an intense conversation with Freya, it became clear that it was a way for her subconscious to both protect her and attack whatever caused her emotional distress. (While being aware doesn't change anything about the loss of control, it does help Nëela to know herself better and practice her magic as safely for her and others as possible.)

KLASMA: The void Era

The witch didn't remember the years she spent devoid of her humanity. She knew how it felt to lose touch with her core, to feel nothing about typical human plights, and to roam the Earth without a purpose and without a reason to wake up. She prayed for her death to come quick but given the curse cast upon her, Death couldn't come so easily.  So she dwelled on Earth for a century or maybe two. She dwelled and entertained herself with the absurdity of Life and Death. She no longer felt remorse for the lives she took. She no longer cared about her fellow witches and whatever threat they had to deal with. She no longer cared about life itself. Nëela called this period "the Void Era" because there was nothing but emptiness in her heart. She was at the lowest point of her life, lonely, bitter, eager to die. She even summoned a demon in an attempt to have it claim her life but her curse was so powerful that the demon refused to take her soul.  Desperation broke her mind, loneliness broke her soul and here she was, feeling absolutely nothing about her surroundings.  Of this "Void Era", the only thing she could remember was how painful it was for her. Her curse worked even better, feeding off of her guilt and pain to make her whole being throb in agony.  

There had been rampages, that she could be sure of. There had been senseless deaths at her hand, of that she could be of. There are been tears running down countless faces as she decimated families, clans, and sometimes whole villages of monsters in her wake. She wasn't sure, but her "boogeyman" reputation might have come from those two centuries spent feeling absolutely no remorse for the pain she could cause.  Was her brain protecting her from breaking down by not allowing Nëela to remember what she did, or were the actions so perverse and so frequent that it couldn't remember a specific moment? She didn't know, she didn't want to know. What she wanted, what she really wanted was to make sure that she would never become like that again, not when Klaus was in her life, not when she wanted to remember every moment she lived with him. Besides, she didn't want to lose herself when bigger threats were lurking. What good could that do if she attacked allies instead of enemies? What good? 

Got: "The many faces of Bäahal Targaryen"

The realization that she had been different versions of herself truly shattered the way Bäahal thought of herself. She led different lives, each and every one of them had a lot of challenges to overcome. From being ripped off of a beautiful childhood and thrust into slavery. To witness the horrors of such conditions, to experience them once she got older and yet to remain resilient, to retain a part of herself so vital that no one, not even her masters could own was a victory in itself. She managed to keep the part of herself that yearned for freedom and wanted to carry her mother's dream with her. She succeeded in killing her masters and setting herself free. She managed to snatch her freedom from their dead cold hands and then met Daenerys.

Her third life started, not as a free child, not as a slave child or teenager but a life as a princess. She went to war, she met the love of her life, and she became used to her freedom. She became used to this new life of championing the people, of becoming the voice of the voiceless, of fighting for others. She became an ambassador for her sister and it transformed Bäahal and her view of the world. She discovered herself, parts of herself she didn't know existed, and for a while, it felt as if she had everything under control. Well.. not everything. At the time of the siege, she had discovered love and the pains of loving someone who (at the time) didn't reciprocate her feelings. She discovered that she couldn't stay at the Red Keep and needed to lead a life for herself. She discovered that she was still mourning the death of Viseryon and was still reeling from the impact of the war on her both mentally and physically.  Still, she kept going up until the siege. 

When the siege happened, Bäahal was left a shell of the person she used to be. She was traumatized by her near-death experience, confused, upset, and frustrated altogether. It brought the worst in her, and a version of the princess she refuses to be ever again. She was scared of everything, suspicious of anyone who came near her, and dependent on Jaime's presence... It took a while for her to recover but she did. She discovered the strength she had inside and that helped her become a better version of herself. A stronger version. One who knew who she was and what she wanted and one who decided to fight for her only desire "To be with Jaime Lannister, to become his wife and the mother of his children", on top of lending her blade and life to the crown and honoring her house and the queen. She fought for it and proved every day how genuine her feelings for the knight were and how much she loved him. It took a while, but she was granted permission to marry her love.  Oh, she was good at advocating for herself, but also for others and that was the path she would continue to walk. That was the path the gods had chosen for her and she was eager to show her growth to the rest of the world.

GOT (modern): Viserys and violence

Viserys had been in a couple fights in his youth. While he couldn't remember the reasons that led to them, he could still feel the burn of each bruise he received from his opponents. He could still remember the taste of their blood, the bruises on his knuckles from punching so hard that he broke their bones or dislocated their jaws. He could still remember their swollen heads, his swollen cheeks, the cuts on his lips, the rage within. He could still remember the surge of adrenaline from the first blow landed or the relief after he spent himself up. He loved to fight, he loved how it made him feel alive. He loved the sight of the other guy(s) battered into a pulp at his feet. He was feral, the one true Dragon King. 

Gone were the days when alcohol and drugs messed him up so bad that he couldn't remember shit from the day before. Gone were the days when he would fight at the slightest provocation, just for the thrill of it. Gone were the days he lived so dangerously but it would be unwise to think that he got softer. If anything, he became even more dangerous because now he could predict, prepare, and remember the beatdowns he delivered.  That violence within him was not gone if anything, now he just needed a good excuse to lash out, something... someone to try his newfound patience out. If anything, Viserys became even scarier for the sound minds because he was in perfect control of himself and the level of violence he was willing to dish out at any given moment.  

The only difference, at least in Bäahal's eyes, was that he was now fighting to protect his loved ones rather than simply for the love of drawing blood and breaking bones. This time, he was fighting with intent and a desire to destroy the threat to the point that there was nothing left.  Strangely enough, she wished she had a brother like him when growing up, who would protect her from bullies instead of being her biggest one. Perhaps, she would have had a different life if he wanted to protect her rather than destroy her. but that was in the past. Today, at least, when it mattered even more, Viserys was there for her. 

GOT (modern): Randall Red Simmons

Randall "Red" Simmons, A rich "art dealer" from Essos. A loud and charismatic 37-year-old man who is pursuing Bäahal out of lust and greed. He saw her dance once, during one of her underground dance competitions, and figured out her real identity after obsessing over her for months. He is rather calm and collected as well as very calculating. She will become aware of his existence during another dance competition where he would introduce himself to her after her performance. She wouldn't think a lot about it until he would reintroduce himself at a business meeting. He is patient and would not take her first rejection as a defeat but rather as a "buffer". Red wants Bäahal for her beauty, her youth, her name, and also because he knows she's in a relationship and wants to "steal" her from her partner

Doya: On Loss and pain

"We are the ones who run towards danger for the smallest chance we could save people. We are the ones who are willing to go to Hell if that means we can save the world. We are fucked up, that's for sure... but I know we will do it again without hesitation if we were given the choice. That is our calling, isn't it?"

xxx

"Don't talk to me about sacrifice if you haven't walked a mile in my shoes. You wouldn't survive a day in my life! You wouldn't survive the slaughter of my family, the endless hunt for the monster that did it, the loss of the life I had before, my ability to bear children to save a child's life...I gave everything, even my soul to protect the world so don't talk to me as if I didn't know what Loss was."

DOYA: the happiest woman in the world

Oya leaned her cheek into her warm palm, barely awake at that hotel's restaurant. Dean left at dawn for a surprise -so he said- and left her to her own device. It felt weird not to work on cases and perhaps Chuck allowed them a couple days of respite since they didn't come across a case during their "honeymoon".  It felt strange but it was still pleasant for the hunter. A couple of days off, spent solely on caring for her husband and enjoying his company. A couple days off, without having to work on cuts and other wounds they always sustained during a hunt. A couple days off, without having to worry about the world's fate for once. It was a gift and Oya was starting to wonder if Dean didn't strike a deal with Chuck himself to guarantee they wouldn't run into business on their honeymoon. The idea made her chuckle as it was ridiculous, but she did like the sound of it. They barely had time for themselves, due to the nature of their work, they were always on the move, always planning, always fighting. 

That morning, as she was all by herself, Oya felt a pang in her heart. She was used to being on her own, she had worked countless cases by herself and while she did miss Dean, she was mostly excited about her return to the bunker. She was excited about seeing him again. This time, it was a little bit different. She was missing him in a way she had never before. She was yearning for him, craving his touch, his smile, his warm embrace. She was craving his silly jokes, the way he messed with her, and the laughs that resulted. She wanted to see him and found herself a little exasperated by his absence. Since when was Oya this needy? It made her furrow her brows for a brief minute before she shook her head. It wasn't that bad of a feeling, au contraire! It made her feel a little fuzzy and warm inside at the thought of seeing her husband again. it made her blush and she brushed her legs together before she took her cup to her mouth for a sip of coffee. She was excited about the surprise but more than anything, Oya just wanted to see her husband and as her heart started to skip beats inside her ribcage, she thought that she was quite the happiest woman in the world. 

Bäahal trivia: how would you describe her with her flaws

Bäahal: "She is extremely stubborn. Once she decides something, it is impossible for anyone to make her choose otherwise. Her stubborness caused her a lot of trouble, notably her love for Jaime. She is also very naive and very sensitive and the fact she cries so easily could also make her feel vulnerable to anyone who can use it against her."

Mary trivia: how would you describe her with her flaws

Mary: "She holds back a lot of her emotions. She is so convinced to be forsaken by God and years of mental abuse by the nuns who raised her, that she keeps her feelings to herself. It is sometimes very hard to understand her emotions if she doesn't voice them. Mary is also prone to overthink and would not communicate her thoughts unless she's pressed. This almost caused a rift between tommy and her."

Elpis trivia: How would you describe her with flaws

 Elpis: "She tends to lash out when she's uncertain. She doesn't do well with boredom and hates being on her own. Her words cut deep and she doesn't control her tongue when she's angry. Elpis has a temper, one that could hurt those around her, be it the complete destruction of a pantheon or hurting Pride with accusations. She is extremely vengeful and has already been blinded by her anger."

Sara trivia: how would you describe her with flaws

 Sara: "She is very co-dependent and an intense lover. Once she loves someone she will lower all of her defenses and accepts anything coming her way, including abuse, if that means she could keep the person in her life. She doesn't care about Homelander's crimes as long as he still loves her. She is a people pleaser and quite easy to manipulate once you know which string to pull. She lives for the praise and love from her fans but is unable to give herself the love she so desperatly need."

Oya trivia: How do you describe her with her flaws

 Oya: "She is reckless, especially when she's angry, worried or scared. She is ready to sell her soul to the devil if that means she could save Dean and/ or the world.  She has an intense sense of guilt that gives her tunnel vision and make her take unecessary risks at times.  She's impulsive at times and this has caused her a lot of trouble in the past due to her ability to read to filth angels, monsters and humans alike."

Nëela trivia: How do you describe her with just her flaws

 Nëela: "She deflects a lot because she's unable to face her own feelings. When you want to dig deeper, she would always try to turn the focus back on you. She rarely faces her pain and would bury it in Hell if she could. She's a touch-deprived witch who would do anything to find a new home and people who could tolerate her if they can't love her and when she's attached? She's unable to sever the connection, no matter how bad they treat her."

HOTD: confronting Aemond Part 2 - the Regent King

 HOTD: confronting Aemond Part 2 - the Regent King 

// Time for Ceryse to talk to Aemond. I do love Drama. 

Here they were, sitting in front of each other with several seats between them. Aemond was nervous but his face remained stoic as he didn't want the Lady of Driftmark to so easily read into him. His purple eye set upon her soft face, studying her every move as she seemed to be breathing faster than usual in his presence. She was indeed, breathing faster. Her chest heaved up and down as Ceryse was struggling to regain her composure. Her face was locked in a worried expression and her shoulders were stiff, barely moving at all. Her hazel eyes averted from left to right, as the young woman searched his gaze for potential answers to questions she had not formed yet in her head. She requested an audience with the King Regent, which had been unusual of her and he suspected that it had a lot to do with Ceryse wanting to lecture him about his past actions. Aemond didn't want her to lecture him, let alone argue his decisions. What did she know of War and its consequences? What did she know of the sacrifices that had to be made to protect his family? She lived a privileged life on the shores of Driftmark and never had to lose anything up until the death of her father. The thought crossed his mind and she watched as his face darkened. She could feel the goosebumps covering her arms and she could feel her throat become dryer by the minute they spent without talking to each other. 

"Speak!" -Aemond finally said, leaning into his seat and mind-absently playing with the marble ball before him-

"Is it the way you choose to present yourself to me, Aemond?" -She boldly stated, hazel eyes staring at his face-

"Yes, it is! It is the way I see fit. You requested an audience with me, you walked past those doors, so you can't possibly expect me to treat you otherwise than how a king treats one of his subjects."

"I see... You raised walls so high that I cannot reach out to you." -She concluded before she slowly pulled her hands toward her chest.- "Then, since my King requested me to speak, I shall indulge his request." -She put her hands on her lap,  fidgeting with the fabric of her dress under the table. "It has occurred to me that recently you seemed to be...."

"Thread carefully, Ceryse..." He warned her, his fingers twitched a bit and he grabbed the marble ball instead of playing with it. He wanted to look intimidating for the young woman, to signify that he was not in a playful mood and he wouldn't suffer their usual banters. She noticed but instead of flinching, she opened her eyes wider-

"...Different. I do understand that the war we wanted to avoid at all cost has now begun and we cannot escape the situation. I am aware of the choices you made but I didn't come to discuss them....All of them." She pointed out. He lifted a brow, shrugged, and shook his head slowly. 

"And what gives you the right to stand before me and start to lecture me about my decisions?"

"I believe, our friendship." She picked this word carefully, knowing full well that they couldn't be talking about love, not out loud, not when people could be listening to them, and especially not when she was very openly betrothed to another man. His own grandsire. Still, the word felt like a whip against his chest and Aemond blinked several times before he looked away from her.- "We have been friends from the moment I arrived at King's Landing, or was I mistaken?"

"Are you telling me that I am a liar, Ceryse?" 

This made him blink and while she shook her head, for a brief moment Aemond was heated. The idea of Ceryse thinking less of him was ruffling his feathers in the wrong way. He couldn't really decipher her face like he used to. Was she upset? Was she disappointed? Was she angry? She was hard to read and he didn't want to let his mask slip off of his face because if he did, he wouldn't be able to put it back on. Ceryse had to see him be a strong man, a person fit to be a king just like they always talked about.  He wanted to show her that he was worthy of the title and the crown. He wanted her to look proud but no matter how hard he was looking at her, there was no pride. There was no anger but he imagined that there was disappointment. He could see that she didn't agree with something he did and he wanted her to tell him exactly. 

"I am not, Aemond. You asked me why I decided to visit you today, and I told you exactly why. We are friends and because we are, it is my duty to tell you the truth in your face."

"I am the KING!!! I made the decisions that had to be made!"

"Was it necessary to destroy a whole village??? Was it necessary to kill these innocent people??" She hit the table and pointed her forefinger at him. That made him stand up and quickly close the distance between them. He slapped her hand and grabbed her neck. Ceryse blinked and tried to push him off of her but he didn't let go. 

"You don't get to come here and judge me, Ceryse. You have no idea of the pressure I have on my shoulders. You have no idea of the sacrifices I have to make."

"You killed them, Aemond! No matter your justifications, you killed them! I wanted to know why you did it because it doesn't sound like you." She managed to say. He stopped choking her and shook his head. The King Regent ran his hand over his face and knelt before her.  "I do not condone what you did because you will need the forgiveness of the seven gods, Aemond." He tried to rest his head against her lap but she pushed him off of her again. 

"I will be judged regardless of what I do but I have not been forsaken by the gods just yet, Ceryse. Look at me." -She shook her head- "Look at me, please!" -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb- "Ceryse... I need you to look at me."

"You strangled me, Aemond. You squeezed my neck with anger and purpose. I used to think that you genuinely loved me and that the love we shared would spare me your violence. I was mistaken." She pinched her lips together and put her hand above his. He could feel her shake and realized that he lost his temper and probably ruined his relationship with Ceryse. She leaned into his touch and knitted her brows.- "Why did you do it? Why did you kill these people?"

"I was taken aback. I... Rhaenyra surprised me! I didn't expect to see her with new dragons on her side and bastard riders. I...Vhagar...She needed an outlet to express her anger. She was angry... I was angry!" -He admitted before he grabbed her hand and put it to his lips- "I was angry." -He claimed again, unable to keep the truth from her. Ceryse could feel tears quickly pool in her eyes and she shook her head.-

"There it is! Your anger! your anger is going to tear this kingdom apart, Aemond. It has already burned your brother. It is going to burn your relationship with your mother..."

"I  /don't/ care!" -He cut her short but she wasn't deterred, she cut him short too.-

"It is going to burn your relationship with /me/!!! Stay on this path of destruction and there will be no future between you and me." -She pushed his hand away and wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek.-

Aemond remained stoic but his fake eye glowed and she could see just how hurt he was by her words and the fact that he was losing her. He was losing her and knew there was nothing he could do to change the trajectory of History. He chuckled and walked away from the young woman.  She could hear the sobs in his laughter, the disappointment and defeat in his tone. She could hear his pain and fought the urge to stand up and comfort him. The lady of Driftmark felt a pang in her heart and her lips trembled as she was now crying the tears pooling in her eyes. 

"Don't you get it Ceryse? There is no future for you and me. There has never been a future for you and me. I have tried, oh the gods know how much I have tried to fight our circumstances but no matter what I did, we were both cursed, Ceryse."

"No! You know that you're telling me horseshit, Aemond!" She stood up and walked towards him. "I refuse to give up on us! I refuse to believe that we are cursed!" -She put her hand on his shoulder and softly turned him around so she could look at him.- 

Aemond grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his lips. He kissed her soft skin and she didn't flinch. He kissed it again, with an appetite. Ceryse felt goosebumps cover the skin of her arms but she still didn't push him away. Her resolve was crumbling before him, some of it at the very least.  She wanted to reason with him, to make him realize just how far gone he was and that he had to change his ways. Yet, the more he was kissing her, the more the Lady of Driftmark wanted to give into her deepest needs. She had missed his touch for weeks, his warmth, and his voice in her ear. She had missed his kisses, his calloused fingers on her body, and their endless conversations by the fire. Her other hand ran over his hair and she leaned her forehead against his. 

"I don't want to lose you, my love."

"How can you still love me after all I've done?" -He asked in a breathless whisper-

-TBC-

GOT: Theodore Tyrell

The Seven Kingdoms princess danced in the middle of the ballroom. She looked especially ethereal, bathed in the moonlight from above. For the occasion, Bäahal wore a silver dress, embedded with Lapis-Lazulis and a few amethysts that conjured up the image of a silver butterfly to anyone who set their eyes on her. Her head was crowned with silver braids, adorned with blue jewels, that cascaded on her back like rain on her body. To the onlookers, the princess was a work of art. The striking contrast of her ebony skin with the silver strands of hair and the bright color of her dress left an everlasting impression. Poems and songs written about her did not do justice to her beauty, they did not do justice to the gasps of awe and admiration she got from the crowds of peasants and nobles she got to meet. They did not do justice to the sight Theodore Tyrell saw at this instant. 

She captivated him when he saw her on the horse she was riding. A woman of her standing would have taken a carriage, and she probably should have traveled in one but given the impressive number of soldiers that rode by her side, it was safe to say that the princess was not in fear of an ambush. She appeared as a fearless creature, a woman of grit and strength that befitted her reputation as the princess who survived a siege.  Theodore was mesmerized when he saw her on her horse, a fierce battle-worn black mare that lost an eye to battle but who was the most trusted among the horses she rode.  She was even more beautiful in this nightgown, moving gracefully as if she were walking on clouds. Theo watched as Bäahal Targaryen executed her routine perfectly and when she finished, he stood up and applauded with the rest of the audience. 

She smiled and bowed before her audience as a way to thank them for their appreciation. She then walked back to her seat in an attempt to catch her breath and that was the moment Theodore chose to get close to her. He sat in the chair next to her, enchanted by the sight before him. Bäahal tilted her head to the side, as she noticed the new presence next to her. He grinned at her and grabbed her hand to press his lips against its back.  She didn't recognize him - as a matter of fact, she didn't know who he was- but gently smiled at him as he seemed friendly. He kept his thoughts to himself, for it wasn't the right moment to talk about the hottest topic of Westeros: Her betrothal to Jaime Lannister. Before he met the Princess, Theodore didn't understand why she would choose a traitor like Jaime Lannister as her husband. Was it love? Was it a promise made to the Lannisters? He couldn't tell. He imagined that she had no other choice but to honor the queen. She might have been given to Jaime as a reward for his loyalty during the Last War. 

Seeing her was different. Words didn't do justice to the young woman. She was far more beautiful than he imagined her to be and found himself  mesmerized by the sight of her amethyst eyes. Her warm smile made him feel warmer and he refused to release her hand. Bäahal looked at him and politely asked for him to release her hand. Once... Twice... and only on the third time, when she raised her voice a little bit, did Theodore release her hand. He made up his mind. He would challenge her choice. He would not, could not allow a miscreant like Jaime Lannister get away with his crimes and marry the princess. He hated the man -that was a given- and he hated the family. The Lannisters killed his grandmother Olenna Tyrell. The Lannisters killed his cousin, Margaery and the list of their crimes kept on getting longer. Jaime was to be hanged, not married! Jaime was to be humiliated, not revered and he certainly wouldn't accept that the princess wasn't his.  He released her hand and introduced himself with a light bow. 

"Theodore Tyrell, princess, at your service."

-TBC-

GOT: Camilla Lannister

Camilla Lannister is a distant cousin of Kyra, Tyrion and Jaime Lannister. She is highly critical of the  Targaryen being the reigning family and even more critical of her cousins for accepting the situation without putting a fight. She laments the death of Tywin Lannister as she views him as a father figure. 

She also laments the death of Cersei, who was the cousin she felt the closest to. She disapproves of  Jaime's betrothal to Bäahal lannister and constantly sends letters to Kyra, begging her to fall in line and be a lady rather than a leader.  She will prove to be very insulting to the royal family behind their backs due to the frustration of seeing her house fall in disgrace and will resent Kyra for being the force behind the rehabilitation of the family. Quite the piece of work.

GOT modern: Camilla Lannister

 Camilla Lannister, the fakest bitch of all of Westeros and the meanest of them all. She is hateful, jealous, chatty and a "daddy's girl". She gets along well with Tywin Lannister (who is like a father figure for her), but despises all of his children. She has contempt for Tyrion who she feels is a disgrace to the family simply based on his disability. She feels that Cersei should have married a better man than Robert and should have made something more productive than be a stay-at-home mother. 

Her biggest contempt was definitely for Kyra Lannister, who she feels was not honoring her father as she should. She wasn't dutiful, she was way too wild for her taste. Jaime? Well...  she curiously wouldn't say anything until Bäahal would enter the scene. Oh she hates Bäahal, she calls her "the half-breed" and she would do her best to ruin this relationship.  Bäahal punched her in the face after she called her a half-breed to her face. Needless to say that she ran to Tywin to cry about it. Ugh... she's the worst.

HOTD: Confrontation with Alicent.

Confronting Aemond: Part 1-The former queen regent.

 //It takes place after Aegon was burned to a crisp by his own brother. Ceryse was informed of Aemond's actions, especially the sacking of a whole village after his forced retreat from Dragonstone. 

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Alicent grabbed Ceryse's arm and pulled her aside.  The lady of Driftmark opened her eyes wide as she realized that the former queen regent had isolated her from the rest of the court. Alicent had always put some distance between the young woman and her. She disapproved of her father taking her hand, thinking that he was way too old for Ceryse and reliving her own trauma of being married to King Viserys.  She disapproved of Ceryse's budding relationship with Aemond, thinking that it would be ill-advised to put the grandsire against the grandchild. Alicent felt some empathy for the Lady of Driftmark, but it was a limited one. 

She could relate to the fact that Ceryse was betrothed to an older man. She could relate to the fact that to be protected from the wrath of the Blacks, she agreed to give up on her freedom. She could relate to the feeling of powerlessness that overwhelmed that young woman but it couldn't be more than that.  Her sympathy for Ceryse couldn't take over the love and feeling of duty for her family. The Lady of Driftmark stroked her arm and pinched her lips together. Alicent looked at her, a worried expression plastered on her face and she pursed her lips together. It bothered her to see that Aemond seemed to respond better to the young woman than to his own mother. He was hostile to her approach, dismissive of her concerns and to top it off, she felt threatened by her own son. 

"Do you think that you still have my son's ear, Ceryse? Do you think that you would be able to reach out to him?" -She asked. Ceryse pinched her lips together and tucked some hair behind her ear-

"I can certainly try. A lot has happened since we last had a conversation...Since he became King Regent. I don't know if he would entertain a conversation with me but I have to talk to him. I have to try."

"Ceryse.... I don't know much about your relationship with my son, but I do know that the Aemond he's become has little to do with the man you used to know. He is ruthless and I encourage you to thread carefully when you speak to him."

"I appreciate your concern, your grace." -Ceryse replied softly. Truth be told, she had no idea of how Aemond would react to seeing her. The situation was different from before. There was a suspicion of a deliberate attack on his brother Aegon and an attempt at the king's life. He recklessly attacked a village after Rhaenyra succeeded in recruiting new dragon riders among the bastards of the realm. Aemond seemed too far gone for a fair conversation with the lady of Driftmark, but she still wanted to talk to him. She needed to confront him with his contradictions- "But I think I know how to handle King Regent Aemond. I will be able to talk to him and I will make sure to know what motivates him because I suspect there is more than the duty to House Targaryen."

"Are you suggesting my son attempted on the king's life?" -Ceryse shook her head- "Then what are you saying? Speak truly, Ceryse!"

"There is resentment, this is true. I believe that you know about it already, your grace. There is resentment towards the king and frustration about the wrong-doings in his past. I do not understand some of his actions but I need to know what's in his heart. I need to know."

Alicent took a couple steps back and started to pick on her fingers. She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head as she didn't agree with the young woman's plan. What would be different? Aemond refused to talk to his own mother, why would he talk to this woman? She nibbled on her bottom lip and stared at Ceryse from head to toe. 

"I do not believe that my son would be willing to listen to anyone but himself. I commend you for trying, Ceryse, but  I have a feeling that it will be fruitless. He removed me from the council!"

"Your grace, with all due respect, when was the last time you actually sat with your son and had a deep conversation?" -Alicent's eyes grew wide and she nearly jerked her arm toward the young woman She wanted to slap her face but refrained from doing so- "I figured that much. I know the man he is and like you so boldly said earlier on, I do have his ear."- Ceryse put her hand before her- "I need to see him, your grace, and I suspect you want me to be your messenger, so perhaps we should cut the chase and go straight to what you want me to tell him."

Alicent blushed and picked on her skin some more. She was flabbergasted because Ceryse was able to see right through her. Alicent was desperate for a way to reach out to her son. She needed to be able to talk to Aemond and have his attention rather than his contempt. It seemed to be an impossible task since he kicked her out of the council. He was angry and no matter what the former queen regent did, he seemed to wish to have nothing to do with her. She didn't know where this anger came from but suspected that it had to do with him wishing to be king and thinking he was better suited as a ruler than his brother Aegon. Perhaps it came from the day his nephews jumped him and took his eye and her failure as a mother to seek retribution for his loss. 

Perhaps, it came from the lack of attention she gave him while he was growing up. Alicent was not maternal. She was not close to her children, preferring to give them to their wet nurses as soon as they were born. She was way too young to be a mother, way too inexperienced to eventually make the best decisions back then. A child was a duty and a mental burden to the young woman who saw their father's face whenever she set eyes on them. Deep down, she knew that Aemond resented her for being an absentee and cold mother. He resented her for giving most of her attention to her firstborn, barely noticing the other children she had except maybe for her only girl Helaena. It didn't occur to the fiery brunette that she might be at fault for her son's behavior. After all, why would she be? It was duty. It was the way things were, how you raised children. 

"What makes you think that I have a message to tell my own son? I have not been banned from his sight, as far as I'm concerned." -She scuffed and picked on her fingers harder, drawing blood to her fingers.  Ceryse noticed and gently put her hands on Alicent's, soothing the former queen regent.- "However... I would like for you to tell him that I still have his best interest at heart."

"I think he knows it already." -Ceryse's voice echoed through the walls and she removed her hands from Alicent's. She tucked some silver hair from behind her ear and nibbled on her bottom lip.- "I will give him your message because he might just need to hear it again." She fidgeted with her dress and looked right back at the queen. "I know you do not trust me, somehow I can still feel it in the way you look at me. I am not trying to replace you, your grace, but the King Regent and I care about each other. I care about him and this is why I must talk to him."

"Thread carefully...Aemond has been restless since he retreated from Dragonstone, so you should choose your words, Ceryse." -She decided to ignore the lady of Drfitmark's claim that she didn't like her or felt threatened. She sighed and brought her hand to Ceryse's cheek.- "I have to visit the king. I do not know if you're safe in the castle now that my Father is gone, but he gave you his word that nothing would happen to you, so I shall make sure to keep his word. If you ever need protection, come to me, at any moment."

And with that said, Alicent walked away from the young woman who put her hand over her chest. Her breathing was labored and she could feel her cheeks burn from the stress induced by the conversation with the former queen. For a moment, her resolve faltered as she wasn't sure that seeing Aemond when he was a little unhinged and pressed was a good decision on her part. She wasn't sure that he would truly listen to her but she had to try, didn't she? She had to try and reach out to him and see what was going on with him. She prayed to the seven gods to give her some strength and brought her thumb to her lips. Would they answer her prayers or would they reject them? She tip-toed towards the door and knocked on the door. 

Knock... knock... knock...