I   F E A R   N O   G O D S
for I am a god

"You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, the silver of moon-touched magnolias. To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god."

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I.     STRANGE, IMMORTAL AND MYSTICAL

     YULIE TARGARYEN came like unsung poetry, with ebony hair of midnight shadows and lilac eyes adorned with starfire. Her lips were painted with cruel enchantments, diamond dust of misery smeared across her cheeks. She was a sanguine maiden of deceit and guile, of intricate designs that bewitched the unknowing. A ballad of woe followed her footsteps, a string of mummers with wicked tongues. They said she rejoiced in her enemies' wails and her dragon was ever content with the flesh of fools. While the lutes sang and the courtiers laughed, wine spilt into pools of blood.

Ever since her youth, she had always been a wilful child, nurtured by the devoted hands of her beloved kin. Daemon was only three years her elder and in her saccharine smiles did he find the other half of his sundered soul. Entwined by blood and then by oath, illicit whispers under cover of dark. With only shadows and embers as their divine witness, blackest desires and midnight lust spilt forth from aching lips.

II.     TEMPESTUOUS, DARK AND WILD

     THEN THE DAY came when Yulie was promised to another man. So duty-bound by sky and fen, Daemon donned his armour of steel and black. Uncontested in both strength and wiles, he was no stranger to violent delights. The crowds gasped, and cried, then mourned that day when young Lyman Lannister had been unhorsed. For he hit his head upon the tilt and snapped his neck on impact.

How ill-fated, Daemon thought, but it would have happened anyway.

Winter passed and summer came, then the day that Daemon would be wed. So troth-sworn by sea and brine, Yulie donned her armour of silks and gems. The hunt and feast lasted days and nights, the wine flowed like rivers red. The guests screamed, and wept, then mourned that day when the Lady Rhea Royce had rode unchecked. For she fell upon the broken rocks and twas trampled under cloven hoof.

How terrible, Yulie thought, but it would have happened anyway.

So the dragons danced and laughed, amidst a glittering field of scarlet flames.

O V E R   T H E   G L O W I N G   H I L L
I will conquer them all

Y U L I E   T A R G A R Y E N

HOUSE TARGARYEN. Daughter of Leng, Heir of the God-Empress and rider of Morgoth. Lullaby of woe, singer of dragon dreams. The moonlit ghost, evening star in the blackest night. She was absolute and pure as death, uttering blasphemies of prophetic doom.

D A E M O N   T A R G A R Y E N

HOUSE TARGARYEN. Son of Westeros, exile of the Iron Throne and rider of Caraxes. Herald of chaos, insurgent of madness. The Rogue Prince, wicked scoundrel with a tongue of silver. He was burning with the most religious of longing, to devour the divine.

R H A E L L A   T A R G A R Y E N

HOUSE TARGARYEN. Daughter of Westeros, runaway bride and rider of Glaurung. Mistress of Memories, embodiment of the maiden incarnate. The Jewel of the Realm, princess of elusive joys. She was as beautiful as the sun that clung to her dress, then fell.

Y U L I N   T A R G A R Y E N

HOUSE TARGARYEN. Son of Leng, Shadow of the God-Empress and rider of Ancalagon. Captain of the Guard, assassin of black knives. The Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne, prince from foreign lands. He was promised salvation, and all that's left is mad visions and back alley hymns.

✴     i couldn't help myself to post this!! yes, this is a reboot of my previous story with yulie ( yu-li-eh ) who is an oc i sorely wanted to see come to life. i wanted to write something different for my fascination / craving for essosi and valyrian history. i thought a good balance to strike was to have yulie be half lengii, half targaryen. i chose leng instead of yiti because of the god-empresses which sounds totally sick and kickass. mind you, there is little known lore so i will be taking a lot of liberties.

✴     a bit of au where the eldest son of king jaehearys rejected the crown and fled to essos instead. he travelled the lands on his dragon, stopping by leng and falling in love with the crown princess who later ascends to god-empress during the events of hotd. but he returned in 98 AC when queen alysanne's health was failing and brought his children along to meet her. yulie then insisted to stay in westeros, claiming a dragon of her own and growing close to her cousins, particularly daemon. she had numerous paramours, eventually ending up reluctantly accepting lyman lannister's hand in marriage to save her reputation and at the insistence of king jaehaerys though that didn't end well at all. the relationship between yulie and daemon is by no means healthy, yulie is a cruel, manipulative and wicked woman. because that's always fun :p

✴     be forewarned of dark themes, violence, incest, death, blood rituals, forced marriages, sexual manipulation, gore, religious zealotry, bloodstained birthing beds, intoxication, insanity, female rage, innocence lost, sacrifices to heedless gods.

✴     best read in dark, smallest font, source sans pro. thank you for reading and please leave a vote/comment so i know where to improve! but be nice, i am a fanfic writer not grrm himself.

UNSUNG QUEENS

GLORIA REGALI