* 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

An AU solo. tw for gore, animal death, torture, suicide thoughts implication and angst. The sky has fallen. He flew too close to the sun—to flee the terror of his waking nightmare. The world was whole, the world was safe, but it has shattered. He has fallen, +

❝You are not in a position to make threats, little shite.❞ Lips pull back in a snarl && he presses his nephew’s skull into the wall. He lazily swipes a tongue to taste his own dried crimson. ❝You did a right mess to my face. It’s only fair that I do the same to you.❞

❝That’s the 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 aim, bastard.❞ His chuckle is without the light of mirth, fingers tearing && tearing at dark locks. He hauls the boy to a wall, to collide a cranium with stone, ❝Eat my eye, you say?❞ a hiss into his ear. ❝You say this, as if I am not familiar.❞

❝Still crying for your mother?❞ A breathless chuckle rolls off the tongue as easy as the 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 he is drunk on. He shakes Lucerys from where he grasps him, pulling at his scalp. ❝Cry again. She won’t hear you, bastard.❞

A scoff, free hand cleaning his bleeding face of crimson && spittle—his head turns from the force of the 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃’𝐒 feeble attempt of defence. ❝Your mother isn’t here, is she? She won’t save you. You’ll be my gift for my brother. He can have your eye, little 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽.❞

His nasty little claws do not daunt him, grasp tightening && tightening as lips pull back to expose 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹 porcelain teeth. Crimson trickle down the side of his face, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 pale flesh. ❝If I can blind my sisterwife, you should be afraid what I’ll do to you, twat.❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄. His anger, his loathing for an eye-stealer does not simmer. A 𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝔂 snarl spewed from wine-stained lips as fingers reach for dark locks, tearing at hair. ❝Get in line, bastard. I’ll feed your mother && 𝐘𝐎𝐔 to my dragon.❞

Rhaenyra—𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐓 with no honour, to be fed to his sister’s beloved maggots. The 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 best bend the 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓮 for the kiss of mercy. It is something he may give if she is o̲b̲e̲d̲i̲e̲n̲t̲ and 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 to the kingdom’s want for no cunny on the throne.

always.

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