the Dragon.

a man must be a fool to mistake the will of the gods for a tyrant's delusion of sweeping away the old to restore order, but all you leave in your wake is the stench of tyranny and the hunger of widows. if you think dorne will bow before your ashes, then you know nothing of our sun’s heat or the poison of our sands. you may call it insolence; i call it freedom. if you come seeking war, ensure your men know that in my lands we do not harvest peace under a stranger’s command, but graves for those who dare profane them.

do you really think that speech impresses me? how tedious. fire and purification as if you were a god, but all i see here is another mortal reciting verses before the sand swallows his name. blood it shall be, then. if you want to burn so badly, go ahead. it will amuse me to see if your ashes are as loud as your threats. i highly doubt it, but at least it will serve to pass the afternoon.

I don't know, Father, you tell me. You've always been the first to favor my brother over me. Or do you think I haven't noticed how much you love your precious son, born of your favorite wife? However, I must say it's a small comfort to know that my presence isn't a burden to you. I don't insult our house, Father; I know these lands are as much yours as mine. I don't know if there's room in my heart for anything but war; it's all I've ever known, and it fills me completely. Something I hope you understand after all your efforts in war to make you who you are now. How could you not know that my mother adores my aunt and leans on her just as much as you do, if not more? I cherish my brother, just not in the same way you cherish your sisters, my king. I don't expect you to ever understand that.

Do not let your heart be bitten by such shadows. If i surrender my afternoons to the wind, it is only so i may have stories of gold and silver to whisper in your ear when the moon rises. Who shall remain to whisper poetry to you, you say? Oh, my love... have you forgotten? Poetry is not found only in the songs of bards, but in the warmth of our shared bed and the silence between my breath and yours. Let our sweet Visenya guard your kingdoms with her fierce steel, for i love the shield she is to us both, but let me be the one to guard your peace with the verses i write upon your skin with my touch. 

Book inspired w personal Hc’s applied.  / Adult themes, Strong language. ( spanish & english portrayal )