Gonna Try Yo Write, But I Have A Cold So Dunno If I Am Just Gonna Lurk

gonna try yo write, but i have a cold so dunno if i am just gonna lurk

realized that today is the day that I HC was Jon S.now's bday... and the ten year anniversary of making my old jon blog and joining this fandom

@westerosiqueens liked for a starter from Daeron and gets him for Gwayne

He ran happily through the halls of the High Tower, making his way to the training yard. His nuncle, Gwayne, had promised to train with him this morning, to teach him a few fancy tricks that would impress people in a tourney. To teach him tricks that were fun in a fight. The young Targaryen Prince weaved in and out, avoiding running into anyone who was walking along his route. Daeron ran into the yard, vaulting himself over the low wall of the training ring. "Good morning, Uncle. Ready?" Excitement was palpable in the air and in his voice.

@ofashesandthorns gets a starter for Jon's birthday (and I am indulging in one of my many Jon AUs)

Jaehaerys turned his head at the sound of someone approaching him. He knows that they would likely start to look for him, as the party was in his honor after all. It was not every day that a King was a year older. "Lady Margaery." he greets. "I thought that you would be enjoying the festivities?"

Jaehaerys was now 19 years of age, and was king for nearly as long, having ascended the throne as the last remaining son of Rhaegar Targaryen, and the only son by Rhaegar's second wife. When Robert Baratheon had perished from wounds given to him in his battle with the late Prince Rhaegar it had left the realm in turmoil until Lord Eddard Stark had brought Jaehaerys to the Red Keep.

"Is King's Landing treating you well?"

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@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.