𝒕𝒉𝒆 g͟r͟e͟e͟n͟ 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

he rules *because of her help — she chose his crown, labored over the ceremony; paid for it. a price he is not nearly worth— the peace of his fathers realm. the king would do well to hold his wits — a crown could slip in such haste.

wanted? — their marriage was not her desire; the odd costumes of volcano ashes and plots to undermine rhaenyra. there will never be no invasion of dragonstone — a foolish idea, naive and stupid. to think of any duty beyond that to the crown is a distraction.

does he not have a council meeting to attend? the realm remains divided yet he fritter about his wife’s skirts —

time can only change so much ( … )

(— her jaw clenched, a sob seemed to always be threatening to spill in the girls presence. the queen; her darling girl.) we will ask your ladies to help— come. (— offering her hand instead.) i will help as well.

we cannot . . . 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

📜🖋️ dearest princess rhaenys, i am both, in your debt & completely staggered at your carelessness. sending *rhaenyra of all people? cruel :/ I had to be mean and that probably made her sad so I write to express I am upset with you. best regards, dowager queen, A.

of course I care for him — in the way I care for all men of my son’ realm; but if made to choose between a loved one and an attendant — favorite, or not— would you have doubts ?

(— to be possessed by the other . . .) and what will you do I’m with it — with me ?

fine — if you’ve forced my hand. . . spare my brother. what you do with fools eager to rush the stranger is not my concern.