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hit the like for some birthday starters from Jon when I get home from my friend's

@thelittlestrcse liked for a Daeron starter and I give

Highgarden was a relatively short flight from Oldtown. A longer flight than he usually took on Tesserion, but short in comparison to going to King's Landing would be. The realm was on the verge of bloodshed. His father the king was dead and his eldest brother had been crowned instead of the chosen heir, their half sister. So far it was just a war of ravens and dragons, the only thing spilled ink. He did not suspect that it would remain that way for long.

The Tyrells had a babe for a lord, and as such there could be argument for them to sustain their support of Aegon's claim. The Reach would be divided if such a thing occurred. Some would support his brother, and were already referring to themselves as Greens. Others would not march without the Tyrells, for fear that their liegelord would support the Blacks. To raise steel against your lord was a death sentence.

Men and women alike ran around the yard below as Tesserion drew herself up in order to land. The dragon let out a happy trill when he let out a coo of encouragement. She was still growing more use to landing inside of courtyards and deserved all the praise for not breaking anything. The prince dismounted and walked towards a girl who looked more highborn than any others around them. "Prince Daeron of House Targaryen. I come to speak with those who speak in the name of the young Lord Tyrell."

@lvscinvs gets some Satin

Satin weaved his way through the street of steel, his plan was to get some customers to come to the brothel that his madam had sent him to. King's Landing was far different than Old Town, and he had to be careful of whom it was that he chose to entice to the brothel. He was one of the best at finding men who were lonely and in need of comfort, men who would likely relax after a good long pleasurable night was had.

As such, it was his task to bring the customers to the door. Brown eyes gazed around, landing on a slim figure with silver hair. Silver hair was not wholly uncommon in King's Landing, as it was not uncommon in Old Town. In both cities the noble house that ruled the city was not careful about where they spilled their seed, or how often. He knew of a silver haired Hightower who had fathered at least three bastards in his home brothel alone.

Due to this knowledge he did not think twice about approaching the man. The slim sex worker slid right beside the taller man and practically purred as he spoke. "What is someone handsome like yourself doing out and about all on their own?" He rocked on his toes, looking up, stilling when he saw the patch over the man's eye. Soft dark curls fell as he tilted his head to side to assess if he truly had stumbled upon a Targaryen prince.

Sebastian de Poitiers and Lady Kenna (Reign)

I know you were handed to me like an object. But this marriage is no longer something that happened to me. You are what I want.

Jace had went to Vermax, to get away from the chaos that was happening... A suggestion that he had made was the cause of so much death and carnage. The sound of singing had drawn his attention and he and the young dragon had made their way through the caves towards it. As he neared the lair that he knew was Silverwing's he told Vermax to stay, no dragon was amicable to a younger dragon entering it's lair. The Prince watched as the scene unfolded, surprise and relief filling his chest when the dragon nudged the girl. His suggestion to find riders had bore fruit after all. "It's good. See if she will respond to your words... Do you know to speak commands in High Valyrian?."

Lucy Gray had run away in the madness of the death of the first dragonseed. No one had seen her run away deeper into the catacombs stumbling upon the dragon Silverwing. They only found her when started singing to the beast an old lullaby her mother used to sing her. When she stops the dragon nudges her chest. She looks over shaking like a leaf. Violet eyes flicker from royal to dragon and back again. "Is that- is it good? Should I sing some more or is she gonna eat me?"

open || dragon seed lucy gray baird