Sighing, Aegon Tried To Divert His Mind And Drank The Wine In One Go To Stop Himself From Running His

Sighing, Aegon tried to divert his mind and drank the wine in one go to stop himself from running his hands all around her body and explore those inviting curves himself.

She is grieving for her father? Ser Harwin died too, didn't he?

"I didn't know Lady Laena but Ser Laenor was a good man. He shouldn't—"

"He was murdered." Viserra whispered.

Viserra's 2 look in the above chapter.

Ignore my handwriting, I was just excited.

Vittoria died so Viserra could be born.

In all sense Vittoria should support Viserra's mother Rhaenyra Targaryen.

But Vittoria, now Viserra is a terrible fucked up person who only lives to serve herself. Not so different from Rhaenyra.

Shall I tell about Vittoria?

She is a snake. Ambitious ruthless woman and my original character who got reincarnated in Fire and Blood universe.

She should support Rhaenyra given their similar circumstances and life but she doesn't. Because she is greedy to a fault.

I think this is going to be the most fucked up fic I am gonna write because the main character is unhinged. I will project my darkness.

Oh and I face claim Nadia Parkes as Viserra because she as Livia Drusilla with Tom Glynn Carney as Augustus in Domina were wonderful.

Why do you support team green?

hi, thanks for the question.

firstly i have to say that i didn't choose team green for olivia, tom, phia and ewan's beauty.

i read the book and know the story since i entered this fandom. i analyzed the matter from the point of view of someone who lives in westeros.

having a woman as heir to throne is a very important thing in westeros, that means more freedom for women and maybe a big change in all the seven kingdoms. but, the heir in question, book rhaenyra, grew up to much under the "i am a princess, i get what i want" concept in my opinion and also rumors say that her first three sons are illegitimate and that one of them will be king after her.

if it is true (something that we don't know for sure but many believes in) it means war with the faith of the seven. do we really want to replicate what happened during maegor the cruel's reign, aegon the uncrowned and queen rhaena and also the good queen alysanne? nope. we want peace in the realm.

so i will support the second son of the king, aegon. plus his mother is the niece of lord hightower, voice of old town, who has a very close bond with the citadel.

yes, on the other side there are more dragons. but the dornish taught us that we can defend ourselves from them (see rhaenys and meraxes).

that's why i am team green.

in my opinion you cannot analyze the matter as someone living in a real world with a totally different way of living, for our real pov this is all madness.

last but not least, i respect who is team black and i am glad to exchange opinions with anyone, team green or black.

House Hightower

of Old Town

We Light The Way

credits: divider created by @zaldritzosrose (so talented by the way, avy jorrāelan💚)

A NEW CHAPTER OF THE NEW FIC

Little girls growing up fast.

Little girls growing up again.

I should work on my other fics but this idea have consumed me, body, mind, and soul.

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.