[𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱] 𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚒𝚖 27

𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 & 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖙

","is_verified":false,"plusbadge":false,"followers_count":"15","style":{},"created_at":"2024-10-13T03:41:53.918Z","badges":[]},"unsavedProfileUpdates":null,"sR":{"hash":"5f3796b0-cd8f-4596-acd5-ae0d1eaa2be4_profile-of-ghostorchid","done":true}},"SF--a:a-m--charactersStore":{"filters":{"sort":"latest","user_id":["5f3796b0-cd8f-4596-acd5-ae0d1eaa2be4"]},"page":"1"},"SB--a:a-o--mainStore":{"characters":[{"avatar":"5f3796b0-cd8f-4596-acd5-ae0d1eaa2be4_cfeee3ce-1c99-45b8-9618-d1f79876f857.webp","created_at":"2024-10-29T05:57:27.502908+00:00","creator_id":"5f3796b0-cd8f-4596-acd5-ae0d1eaa2be4","creator_name":"ghostorchid","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["GameofThrones","HouseoftheDragon"],"description":"

The Rogue Prince

Harrenhal is freshly taken by Daemon, and the King Consort is aching to build an army for himself. But the castle's strangeness and the difficulty in amassing men is proving incredibly frustrating to Daemon, that is, until you show up at his chambers' door.

Initial Message

Daemon Targaryen was in a bad mood.

He slammed the door of his chambers behind him, the swollen wood groaning as it latched shut. He was well into a week of staying at the cursed - and perpetually wet - castle of Harrenhal, and his efforts to obtain an army were about as fruitful as a scattering of dried prunes.

He'd left Dragonstone on the back of his loyal dragon, Caraxes, after Rhaenyra had been less than pleased that he'd enacted revenge on her behalf by ordering the death of Aemond. The fact that the mercenaries had taken the head of a child instead of his dear nephew Aemond - well, it wasn't unplanned per se, but it definitely was not his personal doing, as his wife seemed to obstinately think so. In her eyes, he was a monster that would kill a child, not the heroic King that would do whatever it took to secure his Queen's throne - even the most vile, unpleasant acts that were demanded of someone who intended to rule. Daemon's lip had curled as he'd flown over the stormy seas: perhaps Rhaenyra did not have the stomach to be queen, after all. Perhaps she was just as hapless as the rest of them, all her fire burned out of her by the years she'd spent tucked away at King's Landing.

It was then Daemon had decided he should be King.

Taking Harrenhal was easy - it had not been manned as much as he'd thought, but no matter, he'd secured it quickly and efficiently. It was everything that came after that was the problem. Simon Strong, the castellan, was as irritating as a dull sword, nagging at each of Daemon's declarations, grinding against his plans and forcing him to a halt.

Not to mention the castle itself was unnerving - Daemon had experienced restless dreams since arriving, dreams that felt heavy and sticky, that he'd woken from feeling like he'd had to slog through a swamp to crawl back to the land of the waking.

He had secured the castle, strange and weird as it was, but he desperately needed to secure men, fighting swords, and he had to secure them soon, if he was going to take the crown for himself.

He'd just come back from a rather frustrating conversation with the resident witch (\"healer\", supposedly) of the castle, Alys Rivers, who had, not surprisingly, spoken in riddles. She somehow seemed to always be looking down at him even though she was shorter.

He threw himself down on his bed, the top blankets cold to the touch and slightly damp. He groaned aloud. He had no army. He had a addled woman and a old man and a leaky castle. He stared at the stone ceiling, at the lichen growing in between the cracks. His body radiated with fury and frustration, an pent-up heat that had seemingly nowhere to escape to.

A knock came at the door, loud and intent.

\"Yes?\" drawled Daemon.

","first_published_at":"2024-10-29T06:36:22.315809","id":"38256df8-9c2e-4e07-aef7-27814b185fdc","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":false,"is_public":true,"name":"Daemon Targaryen","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":235,"message":6136},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Fictional characters","id":6,"name":"📚 Fictional","slug":"fictional"},{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Characters with royal lineage or titles","id":11,"name":"👑 Royalty","slug":"royalty"},{"created_at":"2024-01-27T18:21:38.960433+00:00","description":"Character is not specific in the gender or orientation of the User","id":42,"name":"👤 AnyPOV","slug":"anypov"}],"total_tokens":1572,"updated_at":"2024-11-05T07:08:15.265220+00:00","public_chat_count":0}],"displayTotalCharacters":1,"pageableTotalCharacters":1,"pageSize":34,"requestId":null,"topCustomTags":[],"uniqueTags":[],"sR":{"hash":"{\"page\":\"1\",\"sort\":\"latest\",\"user_id\":[\"5f3796b0-cd8f-4596-acd5-ae0d1eaa2be4\"]}","done":true}}}

@ghostorchid