aaragcn

[aaragcn]

Was it worth?

Ocxcregan stark(1)

Tw/self harm

An:this will be an ff where we dive alot more into aeloras complex family relationships:)

Aelora Targaryen was the fifth and last Child of Alicent Hightower and Viserys I.She was a delite child,everyone that met her just grew to love her well everyone except her own Father and Brother.

Aelora was now a Woman of ten and eight,growing more beautiful with each day.She walked out of her chamber and down the hall,finding her Mother,Helaena and her niece and nephew.“Mother,Sister“ she greeted them quietly trying to not wake the children up.“whats the matter my child?“Alicent asked while standing up and gently caressing her Arm,Aelora flinched not really excpecting the sudden affection given the fact that her Mother was not really that caring since her Childhood,even tho she would never speak it out loud she missed her Mother more than she whished to.“nothing Mother i just wanted to check on heleanas well being,how are you sister?“ she simply stated giving her Sister a smile which she returned.Heleana was pregnant again,Aelora hated that she had to go through that again,she knew her sister loved her children and so did she but she knew the pains Helaena suffered each pregnancy one of these pains being aegon,was he a good father?yes he was he cared for his children deeply but was he a good husband the answer was simple,no he was not.“im fine sister you do not need to worry“helaena said in a quiet tone as she walked up to her younger Sister.aelora wanted to take her and embrace her,like they did when they were younger but Heleana did not really like physical touch so the only thing she did was take her Hand and squeeze it lightly.“im glad-„before she could continue someone interrupted them,her oldest Brother Aegon gods sometimes she loathed him but he was still her brother .She didn’t bother to greet him and simply walked out.

At supper Aeloras father was usually very quiet,but today he chose not to be.“your darling sister rhaenyra is Returning to court“ everyone eyed him especially her brother Aemond who grew to build an huge resentment for his oldest Sister,.he loathed his Sister for being the reason why he didn’t get any Justice after his eye was taken.“i expect you all to show your best manners“ he added,Aelora Loved her half sister dearly but sometimes she resented the affection and love her father gave her,while he neglected her and her siblings. „now he cares“she mummbled louder than she intended,everyone was starring at her.“is there something you want to say daughter?“ Viserys questioned,she hesitated not knowing if she should answer that question,fuck it she thought its not like she would lose his favour,for it was never there to begin with.“actually yes,how come that everytime your golden Child comes around,you suddenly asks us to be at our best manners.But the second she disappears or shes not her we are nothing to you but human flesh to neglect.so i ask you,your grace why the sudden intrest?“she almost yelled causing viserys to stand up „you will hold your tongue“he said in a threatening tone „no“ she said boldly,viserys striked her hard.Suddenly she felt like a little Child again,on the edge of crying because she wanted her fathers love and affection.But no she was no Child anymore,so she adjusted herself and simply looked at her Mother and siblings who all had that pityful expression,even aegon for her surprise.Alicent stood up „i think -„she was interrupted by Aelora „no his grace refuses to hear the truth“Viserys came closer,“you have no dragon,and no manners you are no daughter of mine“.This was the last straw she raced out of the room and up to her chamber.When she closed the door,her knees gave up and she collapsed down her doorframe,the tears she was trying to hold now falling uncontrollably.she sobbed until she couldn’t breathe.she needed her Candle,the candle she would burn herself with.it would ease the ache in her heart eachtime.so she lit it and pulled her wrist near it,so it would burn her flesh you pathetic fool she thought .The sting from the flame was not that bad,it was the sting in her heart she needed to ease.everytime she burned herself ,the pain would disappear,even if it was just for the moment.Which was enough for Aelora.She sobbed until she fell asleep on the floor.

This is the first chapter:) pls give feedback also this ff is nor team black or team green:)

Have a great day!

[aaragcn]

Fool Me Once (part 3)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader (wc: 3.1k)

Summary: With the birth of your child looming, you and Aemond finally lay your cards on the table. A growing problem reaches a boiling point.

Warnings: more lying/manipulation (y’all know the drill by now), Aemond once again gaslighting, mentions of s*icide

A/N: it’s been such a fun time writing this. It is definitely different from most things I’ve written, so it have been a nice change. I’ve gotten so much support from it and I hope to keep making stuff you guys like. Also slight disclaimer that the way I write Alys is not really way I read her in the book. Much like Aemond in this. They both kind of suck lmao. I wanted this to be the last part but then I thought of more things so… we shall see how this goes 👍🏽. I wanted this chapter to be a build up to events in ep 8-10 mainly 9 and 10 of the show.

Part one part two

You can’t remember the last time Aemond and you have had dinner, just the two of you. So, when he insisted you that you two do, you had a feeling it was about the talk Queen Alicent said she wanted to have with him. A private dinner with your husband would have been a dream moons ago.

Alicent did not make you privy to what they discussed. It only made you more weary. You know she is hurt and upset. But you also know she is more hurt that the son she propped up so much turned out to be just as unreliable as the man she made him with.

That is the painful part about love; the only place to go is down.

Nevertheless, his suffering is what you want; it does not matter if the ire stems from a place on genuine care for you. The uncomfortable nature in which he moves the castle makes the pain you have suffered a little bearable. It sounds deranged, but if you are to be trapped, he should be as well. You want him to wake with the same lump in his throat you do.

The letters had stopped. A constantly stream of communication abruptly ended. Lord Strong gave you a funny smile when he told you.

Ser Quinton rarely leaves your side when Aemond is around. He gave you a reluctant glance when you tell him about the dinner. While Aegon, already deep in his cups midday, tells you to keep a grip on your fervor.

The corridor was empty except for the two of you.

“I know how him and mother are,” he point his fingers at you emphatically. “They probably already concocted something to keep you quiet or make you look like the problem. Keep you…. Idle.”

Despite the slurring of his words, and clear bitterness towards the relationship Alicent and Aemond have, he may not be wrong. Alicent had already taken it upon herself to write to your father, suggesting he visits soon. She is proactive to a fault; her behavior simultaneously holding the Seven Kingdom together and enabling her family’s indecencies.

Everything can be hidden under the right tactics and false goodwill. You want to say she got that trait from her father, but you know it comes from years of being a woman in the Red Keep. From being the Queen.

The dinner begins uneventful. You wrinkle your nose at the meat pie in front of you. A dish you normally like making your stomach churn. It is hard not to feel sick or uncomfortable these days. You’re huge; feet swollen and belly protruding to a remarkable degree. The sheer thought of how big the babe will be plagues your mind most days.

It is unbearable having to engage in meaningless small talk with Aemond. Like he is insulting your intelligence by tip toeing around everything.

“Are you going to tell me why you wanted this dinner,” you want nothing more to leave his chambers and go take a bath.

“I think we need to talk.”

You can’t help but scoff at him. Aemond looks even more haunting in the dark lighting of room. Like the brutal knights the septas used to make you read about. He has a nasty look in his eye, like he wants a fight. You wonder if his Alys gets this look or if it just reserved for you. One special thing for his wife.

Despite all the formal swordsman training, Aemond plays dirty in personal affairs. Much like a feral cat backed into a corner. You’ve seen it to many times with Aegon. The only thing he responds to is equally cruel jabs.

“Yes dear husband,” you sigh out of boredom, rolling your neck.

His next words take you by surprise.

“Daella told me she is not excited about her egg hatching,” he huffs out. You stop rolling your neck, and blink blankly at him. The two of your stare at each other before you bark out a laugh.

“That is what this is about? You are pouting because a child is no longer enraptured by an egg.”

“It is not only about the egg, and you know it,” a nasty tone to match the look he gives you. “You fill her head with assumptions. You debase something that is her birthright. Something that is the birthright of her father, and her ancestors.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, if I disparaged the great Targaryen legacy or dragons in front of her it must have been a… mistake.”

You swear you see Aemond’s eye twitch a little at the word.

“Have you ever thought maybe it is not the dragons themselves, but the person she most associates them with?”

Daella’s change in behavior was notable. She never wanted to go to the dragon pit with her father, the few times she does work up the nerve to go it is always with her aunt to see Dreamfyre. She is no longer enthused to learn High Valyrian despite how quickly she picks it up.

You did try to keep your child out things, but kids are perceptive. The way from a young age Alicent kids picked on her strife with their father, maybe she picked up on yours with Aemond.

Aemond’s anger radiates off him. Once the truth finally comes out, the words begin to spill from your lips.

“And do not pretend this is just about Daella. That is an insult to her, and a waste of my time,” you lean forward, and lower your voice. “This about you losing your favor around here, and this about her.”

There is an uncomfortable hush comes over the room. The only sound is the crackling coming from the fireplace.

“She was pregnant,” it comes out like whisper. The spite that was laced through his voice is gone. All is left is confusion.

Your vision blurred red. There’s a painful twinge in your stomach, and you wince.

“What do mean was.”

There was always the possibility this could happen. As naive as it sounds, it was not a thought till ironically Aegon of all people brought it up. If anyone would know about possibly fathering bastards it would be him. Then he promptly told you that the two of you could hop on Sunfyre and burn her to a crisp. The offer that you quickly refused in the moment has never sounded so tempting now.

“I-I do not know where she is,” Aemond admits curtly. “One day she is telling me she is with child, and the next she’s���gone.”

He looks so small; his eye has a faraway look in it. It’s utterly pathetic. You never considered that a greater pain to him would be not only to be seen differently by his family, but also have to reason why he did it leave.

“So what now Aemond? She left you, and you want to just erase everything you have done. Pretend you care or love me,” you say coldly.

“No. I do not lo-“

He stops mid sentence, and an empty smile appears on your face. Neither of you have said it out loud but it is the plain truth.

“Go ahead and say it,” there is a deep pressure in your stomach that won’t go away. The pain only makes you even more upset. “Love requires respect. It requires give and take. You surely do not respect me, and all you ever do is take.”

Another twinge hits the underside of your belly. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, eyeing the door.

“You are not completely innocent in this,” your eyes go wide at his remark. “Do not give me that look. I see the way Ser Quinton looks at you. And now Alys is…”

He trails off. It is the first time you have heard him say her name out loud. Another surge of jealously runs through you. She is gone, and you are once again stuck with the carcass. Expected to uphold your end of the bargain while he frets over a child and mother that never should have been around to begin with.

You refuse to sit and let him turn the tables around on you. It is a struggle, but you manage to get up from the table, but only to have him rise and block your way.

“For someone who has such clear distain for my house. You sure do not hide your fire well… just like a dragon.” His eye flutter down to the scar on your arm, then back to your eyes. You see the blame in his.

“If I was that rash, or temperamental, your head would have been on a spike. Along with your whore’s,” you narrow your eyes. “And I would have made Ser Quinton sully his white cloak, because he would for me. Hells, I would have had your brother while I was at it. It’s not like he has not tried before.”

You are not sure you even want Ser Quinton in that way, let alone Aegon. Ser Quinton devotion is not something you know if you are willing to take that level. And Aegon’s cock has been in half the maidservants in the castle and most of the whores in Flea Bottom. Him wanting you is not special, it’s just Aegon being Aegon. But the deep look of rage in Aemond’s eye makes the statement all the more worth it.

You skirt past him quickly towards the door. His heavy footsteps behind you. Ser Quinton leaning against the wall opposite of the door does not surprise you.

“Are you alright,” he rushes over, concerned when you pause to in the hall and lean over in pain. His hand coming to rub your back.

“Oh well is this not sweet,” Aemond’s bitter tone cuts through the empty hall. “I can handle it from here Ser Quinton.”

Blood rushes to your ears, and you can barely hear the hushed disagreement that begins between the two. Your painful groans becoming background fader to their pissing match.

A familiar snap happens in the lower part of your abdomen, and a pool of liquid flows out of you. Both cease arguing, and you and Aemond share a knowing look.

“The babe is coming.”

Alaric Targaryen came into the world fast, and with a haughty disposition. As if he could tell the family dynamic he was coming into. His cries were piercing and sharp, matching the tears of relief you cried when he finally came out.

You had insisted to only have your lady in waiting and some septas in room, especially after the clear tension between Aemond and Quinton. Helaena and Alicent come in and out of the room sporadically, giving you words of encouragement and knowing glances at the pain you were in. Alicent had been shocked to see her son and Ser Quinton trying to get you back to chambers.

Lord Larys followed casually behind her. He gave that funny smile of his again. The smile he gives Queen Alicent when he thinks no one is watching… or maybe he hopes someone is watching.

She’s gone

Even while giving birth to your son, that woman plagued your thoughts. Aemond could be right; you two have more in common than you like. Bewitched by the same woman.

It took everything in you to look up when Aemond finally came into the room. Acknowledging his presence met remembering how he is half of Alaric. How so much of you belongs to Aemond. You live in his home, dress in his colors, your children will be in the history books as Targaryen’s. He will have ownership over your boy after calling him a mistake. No matter how much you try, you will be remembered as his wife.

If that fact did not make you sick enough. Alicent’s next words did the trick.

“Oh, he looks like how Aemond did when he was a babe.”

You look down at him in your arms. While Daella was a combination of Aemond and you, her brother is every bit of his father. Small tuff of straight blonde hair, lips town turned in a scowl. You did not know a babe could look so refined especially after just being born. The only resembles to yourself you see in his in his big glassy eyes looking up at you.

There’s an energy that gets sucked out you when Alicent hands him to Aemond. She sees the weary look on your face.

Opposed to the elation you felt after having Daella. Dread creeps in; dread that comes from a place of sadness and protectiveness. All you have is your children. Even with the bonds and alliances you may have made, only they are extensions of you. Daella, your sweet girl, a reminder of what could of been. You have Alaric, the flesh and blood reflection of what you have been through.

“Have you two thought of a name,” Alicent asks. Before Aemond, who is still looking down can answer, you beat him to it.

“Alaric. Ser Quinton told the sweetest story about a knight he admired as a child. I thought it would be fitting.”

Alicent’s brows raise but she does nothing but nod. “Handsome name for a handsome boy.”

Aemomd does not say anything about the name. He just quietly hums a melody when Alaric starts to fuss. He turns his back to you as he bounces him in his arms.

All you have is your children

All you have is your children

When you think about a sword to the throat. You don’t know which situation would be more satisfying. One to his or one to yours.

“I am sure you were… relieved to hear about your problem being gone.”

You do not see Lord Larys again till weeks after Alaric is born. The day of a feast Alicent insisted you have to celebrate his birth. Your father and mother writing you that they can not wait to see their second grandchild.

While Daella was a fussy, energetic baby, all Aleric does is sleep and eat. He stares at you with curious eyes. Always taking in the scene around him. He lays sweetly crib next to your bed. After his birth, you were all but forced to move back into the one you shared with Aemond.

“Do you know what happened to her,” it’s been on your mind for since Aemond uttered those words.

Larys tilts his head to the side with a wry look. “You and I both know it is hard to place the whims of a difficult woman, especially a supposed magical one.”

You know he is not just talking about Alys.

She is out there, possibly with Targaryen blood in her and no one knows where is. It does not make any sense. Larys can read the skepticism all over your face.

“It is quite suspicious, witch or not. A bastard woman with no means or worth to her name, gone in an instant. And right after the truth comes out within the family. Right after the Queen and the Prince talk.”

He gives you no help, only more questions. Makes you more suspicious of those you have to call family. In this moment you hate the way he speaks in riddles. He never states things plainly till he is ready to. As if he expects you to do something before he can reveal anymore.

“But look on the bright side princess, your family will be back at court soon enough.”

Alaric begins to coo, as if he trying to tell you something.

“Well, thank you for your time, Lord Larys,” you give him a fake smile. “I should start getting ready.”

Your lady in waiting, Jayne, comes in once Larys finally leaves.

“I quite like this one princess,” she holds up a green and black dress. It is old dress of Alicent’s, one she gave you when you first married Aemond.

A flash of satiny purple in the back of you wardrobe catches your eye. A smile appears on your face. It may be a bit snug as you have two children since wearing it but it worth the try.

“I think I might want to try something a bit different Jayne.”

Your father used to tell you that the strongest flowers grow even when there is little sun. In conjunction, your mother told you that flowers are meant to be admired. Prettiest ones will often be picked and disregarded when a new bloom happens. Wilting was never an option for you in their mind.

You are their lower. Planted, watered, and urged to grow. Even in the deep darkness that is King’s Landing. The darkness they said was critical to helping your house.

The looks you get when you walk into the Godswood, head high in your deep violet dress only spurs you on when in other times it would make you want to hide. Daella and Alaric both in darling lavender outfits. You three stand out against the various muted greens, blues, and greys amongst you. Except for the few specs of purple that you see on the side wooded area.

“My dear girl,” your father’s hug makes you want to cry. Seeing your parents put into perspective how young you feel… how young you are.

Already married, mother of two, and all you want is your parents to hug you and tell you everything will be ok. When your father pulls you to the side and asks you about the letter Queen Alicent sent him, you are surprised to hear what she put in it.

“She said you are having a hard time,” he runs his hand over your arm. “That it is affecting your marriage.”

It should not surprise you she failed to mention her son’s cheating. But the onus being placed on you only proves what you already felt. They will protect their own, so you must protect yours.

Before you can muster up an answer, an anxious looking maidservant comes over with Jayne in tow.

“My Lady, I am sorry to interrupt. I went back to grab Alaric’s sweater. I saw something you may want to see; it was left it your chambers.”

Your eyes go to a box Jayne is carrying.

You must hold back a scream when you open the box and see Alaric’s favorite blanket, the one always in his crib, soaked in blood.

You frantically look over to the opposite side of the garden, your mother happily holding Alaric, Daella by her side. You look over to catch Aemond and Alicent giving you a questioning looks from across the Godswood.

As your vision blurs, you notice box had a tripartite of pale blue, red, and green on it.

“Jayne, please go fetch me Lord Larys and Ser Quinton.”

All you have is your children

Tag list: ok I’m sooo sorry to anyone who does not get a tag. I swear I am not ignoring you. I am only allowed to do 50 which is so annoying bc I want to tag everyone that was kind enough to support and ask. Also sometimes tumblr won’t let me tag certain people idk. If y’all know a better way please let me know, so I can try it ❤️❤️.

@simp-is-what-i-am @rey26 @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @crispmarshmallow @dc-marvel-girl96 @stargaryenx @b00kdiary @grey-water-colors @neenieweenie @iwanttohitmyself @helloitsshitzulover @lazypinkpig @shisuchiha @leoramage @viperixsworld @luvremlu @this-is-a-bad-idea @landlockedmermaid77 @inpraizeof @blacpiink @carriellie @s0urmarvel @blackravena @bregarc @hvx @let-love-bleeds-red @fangirls94 @v7nt7 @m1ndbrand @highexpectationsgurl @m1tzifa1ry @spaceslutty @elleclairez @kitkat-writes-stuff @paprikaquinn @widemiffyhappy @poisonedsultana @what-is-your-wish @lilliansstuff @rebelfleur22 @aloneatpeace @alastorhazbin @alexa4040 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @ensolleildelune @clora95 @yu3kkii @mischiefmanaged2 @its-sam-allgood @papery-maniac

[aaragcn]

Fabien Frankel as Criston ‘The Kingmaker’ Cole

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.09 — The Green Council

[aaragcn]

Fabien Frankel as Ser Criston Cole

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.05 — We Light the Way

[aaragcn]

Tudor style dress, which was popular during the reign of Henry VIII. The dress is accompanied with a French hood, which Anne Boleyn made fashionable in England.

Taken by Richard Jenkins. you can find more of his work here, here and here.

[aaragcn]

Mary I+Costumes in Lady Bess (2017) (Flower Cast)

Requested by @itwasyummy

[aaragcn]

source: https://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/person/mp02995/queen-mary-i

Why Mary I’s legacy as ’Bloody Mary’ is a product of the misogynistic patriarchal system and Elizabethan propaganda:

Mary I is a subject of historical controversy, and often regarded as ’Bloody Mary’: the brutal queen who gladly watched the bodies of those she deemed ’heretics’ burn.

Mary I (r. 1553-1558) was the first (officially recognised) English Queen regnant. Up until 2011, the British system of Monarchal Succession favoured male primogeniture, meaning that Mary’s youngest sibling, Edward VI (r. 1547-1553) inherited the throne directly after their father’s death at age 9. As well as that, Mary also had to win the throne in an extraordinary coup d’état after her cousin Lady Jane Grey succeeded Edward, due to her Protestant faith. (though, it is to be noted this is not the fault of Grey, who reigned for 9 days total, she is reported to have fainted upon hearing that she would ascend the throne of England).

So, Mary’s ascension to the throne was a rather difficult one, and she had every reason to believe that her position on the throne was a fragile one.

As well as this, Mary suffered through an extremely abusive adolescence, transitioning from the beloved treasure of her mother and father to being a neglected bastard child within around a year. She had been groomed from birth to be a potential Queen of England, for example being trained in (and excelling in) Latin, which was generally considered a course of study only intended for young men. So, being removed completely from the line of succession around the time her younger half sister Elizabeth was born would have definitely had a large psychological impact on Mary.

Furthermore, Henry kept Mary away from her mother, Catherine of Aragon up until her death in 1536 whilst also neglecting her, and using her as a lady-in-waiting to her younger sister.

All this was made worse by the extreme pain Mary was reportedly suffering from constantly, these ’usual troubles’ now believed to be endometriosis- which also prevented her from having children, and is now ultimately considered to be the cause of her death, if not a heavily contributing factor, at age 42.

Mary, upon her ascension to the English throne, also sought marriage with one of the most prominent Catholic powers of Europe: Spain. Now, to call this an unpopular decision would be an understatement, as Spain and England had been enemies due to the conflict of religions. That being said, Mary and Phillip II married in 1554. Whilst Mary was very fond of her husband, her sentiments were not returned by Phillip, and after numerous failures to produce a Catholic heir, Phillip spent much time away from his wife, leaving Mary lonely. As a Tudor woman, her alliance was also unconventional due to her older age when marrying, this being due to her father’s pursuit of his own matrimonial interests. She longed for a child to continue the Catholic faith she cherished, and her age and endometriosis prevented it. To add to this trauma, she experienced what is called a ’phantom pregnancy’ in which a woman who is desperate to conceive experiences all symptoms of pregnancy without actually being pregnant.

One of the major arguments, even so, in the vilification of Mary I is that she mercilessly butchered around 300 Protestant ’heretics’. Whilst it is true that she religiously persecuted religious dissidents, this was nothing uncommon for an English monarch. Edward VI is thought to have executed upwards of 5000 people as a result of the prayer book rebellions of 1549, and Henry VIII is rumoured to have executed at least 30000 people throughout his reign (though it is important to remember here that his reign lasted for 36 years).

So, why is it that we deem Mary I to be the ‘bloody’ one?

It is simply a combination of historic anti-Catholic sentiment, as even today with the current English rules of succession, no Catholic may ascend to the throne of England (this being decided after the Glorious Revolution of 1688 where James II was deposed) and, of course, classic misogyny. Men were expected to be the ’violent’ ones, and with Mary’s ascension to the throne, she was both expected to assume the position of a King, yet simultaneously criticised for it.

This, throughout history, had only been further reinforced by the propaganda campaign against Catholicism once Elizabeth I ascended the throne in 1558. Mary was seen as the main cause of the invasions of the Spanish Armada, for example. Ultimately, a lot of the successes of Elizabeth I’s rule had been partially contributed to by Mary, whose example could be learned from by this second English Queen.

Overall, it is important to remember that history is viewed through a biased lens, that of the victorious. Whilst Mary I definitely had her faults as Queen, she also made a positive impact in some regards, and does not deserve to be considered a villain overall. Even with her poor decisions as monarch, it is important to consider how pre-existing factors influenced her actions, in this case her traumatic childhood.

Whilst Mary certainly was a troubled ruler who made numerous errors throughout her reign, she wasn’t ”that bad”.

.

.

.

.

.

References:

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Mary-I

https://www.history.com/.amp/topics/british-history/mary-i

https://www.rmg.co.uk/stories/topics/mary-i-facts-myths

[aaragcn]

People definitely needs to study more on the political aspects of Mary’s I reign than to think she was a “damage” that Elizabeth needed to fix. If that was the case, Elizabeth wouldn’t have used a lot of politics her sister once implemented.

[aaragcn]

There is another story about Katherine, a different story. Henry went to France to have a little war; he left Katherine as regent. Down came the Scots; they were well beaten, and at Flodden the head of their king cut off. It was Katherine, that pink-and-white angel, who proposed to send the head in a bag by the first crossing, to cheer up her husband in his camp. They dissuaded her; told her it was, as a gesture, un-English. She sent, instead, a letter. And with it, the surcoat in which the Scottish king had died, which was stiffened, black and crackling with his pumped-out blood.

Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel