[closed]

[freeing]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Closed Starters
When: All month, baby.
Where: Mainly Dorc.
What: Just closed starters, all about the draaama with their dilemma.
Warnings: Sad backstory eventually. Mentions of rape and strong depiction of slavery.




[ starters linked individually. ]

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[interlucere]

[ For the majority of her time in Dorchacht, Lux has been playing the part of a well-mannered dignitary. Not one to actively speak out of turn or make a scene, she's chosen her own ways of being defiant—dressing like she is this afternoon, for example, a bright white dahlia pinned to her lapel. She has a clear reason behind this subtle power play: Grab as much attention as she can, while keeping eyes off of the ones she has working with her in the shadows. If anyone had to fall, it would be her.

It doesn't surprise her to see the marketplace drastically different, but it speaks volumes. Clearly this isn't a case of believing what they are doing is right—and that fact makes her blood boil under the surface.

Hearing a familiar, impassioned voice rise through the market, Lux pauses before quickening her pace. It sounds like a fight is about to break out, and even if it would be justified, anything seen as violent could threaten both the people of Aefenglom and the monsters they wish to protect. ]

What is going on here? I heard shouting. Is everything all right?

[ She looks between Daenerys and the baker. Speak quickly, bring her up to speed so she can assist. ]

[freeing]

[ Daenerys wishes she could control the fires that burn in her heart. The ones that consume her mind. It was a snap judgment to go forth and call out the injustices with no restraint.

She was ready to continue her scene, to demand what answers she seeks — it was not until someone else joins the fray that regret washes over the angered dragon's features.

Taking a step back, she places her hands in front of her more regal, more controlled as if trying to hold back her anger. Through the corners of her eyes, she glances to Lux — not daring to face her fully. ]

This merchant refuses to speak the truth. I am not mad, I know what once stood here.

[ The baker rolls his eyes, instead going forth of unloading his wares himself as the Chimera behind him is pushed back towards the cart transporting goods. ]