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raider!joel headcanons?

YES (๑>◡<๑)

۶ৎ Joel isn’t gentle. He uses you like a stress relief, pinning you down, growling in your ear, leaving bruises where his hands grip you too tight. He fucks like he’s claiming you, because in his mind, he is.

۶ৎ He lives to degrade and praise you in the same breath.

“You like it when I use you like this, don’t you?”

“Such a filthy little thing for me… look at you, beggin’ for my cock.”

He wants to hear you moan, whimper, beg. He def feeds on it.

۶ৎ Sometimes he’ll press the flat of a blade against your thigh or neck while he fucks you, just to watch your reaction. Some days, when things go back on raids, he'll slice you up a little just to scare you. <3

۶ৎ He loves going down on you, sometimes to tease, sometimes to overstimulate, sometimes just to watch you come undone under his tongue. But he also gets downright feral when you’re on your knees for him, lips stretched around his cock, tears in your eyes.

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antler queen privileges

♡ lottie matthews x reader

You knew something was wrong with Lottie the moment she looked at you, really looked. Like watched you for a good while, looked. Not the kind of glance people gave in passing, but the kind that stripped layers you didn’t know you were wearing.

“You’re cute when you blush,” she said once, voice low and syrup-sweet, like she knew the effect she had on you.

You were helping her gather wildflowers for some ritual she claimed “the wilderness demanded it.” You didn’t ask questions. You never did. Lottie liked that about you; obedient, soft-spoken, easy to mold. She said so herself once, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with fingers that lingered too long. You hadn't forgotten the way her fingers felt, the way you wanted them to linger longer.

“You trust me, don’t you?” she asked, crouching beside you, her eyes glittering with something unreadable. “You wouldn’t lie to me?”

You shook your head, honest as ever. “Of course not.”

She smiled like a predator who’d just heard the trap snap shut.

“Good,” she whispered, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Because I don’t like secrets. Not between us.”

She crouched behind you, silent as a shadow, until her fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face up toward her. Her touch was too warm, too intimate.

“You shouldn’t wander off,” she murmured, her breath tickling your ear. “Bad things live in the woods.”

You watched her with focused eyes, like your gaze couldn't leave her if it wanted to.

You started to speak, but she pressed a finger to your lips, soft and commanding.

“No excuses. You belong where I can see you.” Her smile was laced with something dangerous. “Where I can protect you.”

She smelled like dirt and pine and something faintly sweet, berries maybe, or blood. Her dress was rumpled, hanging off one shoulder, revealing too much sun-kissed skin. You looked away.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” she purred. “You’re always blushing around me. I think it’s adorable.”

Lottie leaned closer, her voice dipping low, velvet and sin.

“Do you know what the wilderness does to girls like you?” Her fingers trailed along your collarbone, feather-light. “It strips you down. Peels away all that good-girl nonsense until you’re raw. Real. Mine.”

Your heart pounded so loud, you were sure she could hear it.

She laughed, soft and delighted. “The woods listen, you know. They see. And they want you with me. The signs are everywhere. You feel it, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but she didn’t need you to. She saw it in your eyes, the fear and the confusion.

"I want to show you something, sweet girl." She whispered, standing and offering her hand.

You allowed her to take your hand and began guiding you into the thicker part of the woods, away from everyone else.

The deeper into the woods Lottie took you, the quieter everything became. The birds stopped singing. The wind didn’t dare rustle the trees. All that was left was the crunch of your footsteps behind hers and the pounding of your heart in your ears.

She led you to a place she said “the others don’t know about,” tucked behind a curtain of moss and low-hanging branches. A strange symbol, carved into the bark of an old tree, marked the spot. You hesitated. Lottie didn’t.

She turned to face you, her hands sliding over your arms, thumbs pressing just a little too hard into your skin.

“See?” she whispered, eyes burning into yours. “It’s just us now. No distractions. No noise. Just you… and me.”

Her voice was soft, and she stepped in close, close enough that your backs brushed the trees. Her fingers trailed down your side...playful, possessive, and when you shivered, she smiled like you’d just passed a test.

“You always let me touch you,” she said, tilting her head. “Even when you’re trembling like a little lamb.”

She leaned in, lips brushing your ear, her breath warm. “Do you like when I do that? When I call you mine?”

You couldn’t speak. You didn’t need to. Your silence only fed her more. You attempted to step forward but Lottie stopped you. She circled behind you, dragging a fingertip along your spine. You froze. Her breath kissed the back of your neck, as she gently landed soft, wet kisses against your skin.

“I’ve been so patient,” she whispered. “Watching you. Waiting for you to figure it out. That you’re mine.”

Her hands slid around your waist, fingers splaying, possessive. “The wilderness doesn’t lie. It wants us. The spirits whisper about you every night.”

"Lottie-" You shivered, whether from the wind or her words, you weren’t sure.

“You feel it too,” she said, and her voice was like honey over poison. “That pull. That ache. I know you dream about me. I know you wonder what I’d do if we were alone like this.”

Her hand moved lower, so low that your breath hitched.

“Say it,” she murmured, lips ghosting your jaw. “Say you want me.”

"I want you Lottie." You admit. Whether out of need or survival, you weren't sure. Besides, Lottie was antler queen.

Lottie’s hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Just claiming. Her thumb brushed the hollow there, like she was feeling your pulse pound against her skin.

She tilted your face up, her eyes locked on yours...wild, unblinking, starved. Her grip on you tightened just enough to remind you: you weren’t going anywhere.

And then she kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was fire and hunger and something dark curling beneath your ribs. Her mouth crashed against yours with a desperation that stole your breath. She kissed like she was trying to taste the secrets off your tongue, like she needed to ruin you a little just to prove she could.

Your hands went to her shoulders, desperate to pull her closer, the closest human connection you've had even before the crash.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into her kiss, lips parting yours with practiced ease.

When she finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your head spinning. She was grinning, something wicked...something victorious.

“I knew you’d taste like that,” she murmured, voice thick. “So fucking innocent. Like something I shouldn’t touch.”

Her eyes flicked over you, lazy and lingering. “But I’m going to. Again. And again. Until you don’t even remember who you were before me.”

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Every Viserys in the Targaryen line!

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i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

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You are not for human kind.

The Witch // Nosferatu

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being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like

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Emma 🥰

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˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚

Kiara Carrera never had time for annoying rich people, and you? You were the worst kind—an entitled Kook with too much money and not enough brains. She couldn’t stand you. You were everything she claimed to hate...spoiled, reckless, a brat with no real problems. But somehow, you always found a way to push her buttons, to get in her space, to make her breath hitch just before she shoved you away...but the problem? You liked it. You liked getting under her skin, liked the way her eyes flashed with anger whenever you opened your mouth.

And maybe, just maybe, she hated that she liked it too.

It was a game, one you played too well. You’d catch her alone, back her against a wall, letting your fingers brush just enough to make her shiver.

“Admit it,” you’d whisper, lips dangerously close. “You want this. You want me baby.”

She’d scoff, roll her eyes, maybe even spit out an insult, but she never pulled away fast enough. Not when your hands slid lower, when you licked at her mouth to open...she hated you. But what she hated more was how good you felt between her legs, inside her with your fingers.

"This doesn't mean anything." she'd promise you as you lapped her up.

But you'd look up at her, juices gleaning your mouth. "Yeah? Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

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As the World Caves In

𐙚 Alicent didn't desire much in life, as her father taught her the importance of giving to others. The one thing she wants given to her? You.

𐙚 Alicent Hightower x Reader (tw: heavy manipulation, alicent takes full on advantage of reader, alicent is a nasty pervert)

“Your Grace?” your soft voice almost makes the Queen jump.

She doesn't glance up at you, instead she focuses on the papers in front of her. “You’re bothering me, why?”

“You called for me, your grace.” you tell her, hands fiddling nervously together.

Alicent raises her head at you, and a wicked grin grows. “Oh, you’re one of Helaena’s little ladies-in-waiting, are you not?”

You bow your head. “I am, your grace.”

She observes you, eyes never leaving your form. You were beautiful, often arm in arm with her daughter, laughter filling the halls. Alicent had grown a strange…want for you. Almost a need. “Remind me of your name, sweetling.”

You tell her your name, and nervously look around.

Alicent stands, and closes the awkward gap between you. She takes your hand into hers, thumb lightly grazing your ringers that decorated your fingers.

“And you take care of my little girl?” she asks.

You gasp, wondering if Alicent knows that you’ve kissed before. If the queen knows that you're in love with Helaena. “What do you mean, your grace?”

Alicent smiles and lightly grips your chin, making you look at her. “Don’t play coy with me my sweet. You spend a lot of time with my daughter, no?”

Alicent’s suggestive tone makes you almost sick to your stomach, a cruel growing pit taking form inside of it.

“I do, your grace. But that's all, just spend time together.” you insist and nod, trying to convince you and her.

Alicent smiles, and slowly backs you into the wall behind you. “Oh yes, I’m sure you do.”

“Your grace…what are you doing?” you ask, more nervous than ever.

Alicent laughs a little and moves even closer, her entire body flushed against yours, basically trapping yours. “You know I watch you with my daughter. I can tell there’s something more than an innocent friendship between the two of you.”

“She loves Aegon, her king. She...and I...we would never.” you shake your head desperately.

“That's not what I mean, my sweet.” she looks disappointed that you’re playing this game with her.

Your voice is small and comes out weak. “What do you mean?”

“Oh sweetling…do you take me as a fool? I’ve seen the way you look at my daughter…the way you act around her. I know you’re in love with her. You can’t keep lying to me. It’s useless.” the queen’s tone is mocking.

“I don't know what you're talking about, your grace. Please let me go.” you beg.

Alicent raises an eyebrow at your denial. You must think she's truly stupid. Stupid and blind.

“You don’t?” She says, “You don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at her, how your cheeks grow flush when you’re around her, or how you shiver when she holds you…? My sweetling, I’ve seen it all.”

Tears stream down your face, soft sobs leaving you.

Alicent’s resolve only softens slightly, and wipes the tears from your soft cheeks. “Oh sweetling, no need for tears. There’s no shame in admitting it. I know there are feelings, I’ve seen them, I know the truth. No need to lie about it. You love her, don’t you?”

You only nod as more tears wetten your face.

She shushes you as she cups your face, “There's no need to cry my sweet girl. You can admit it to me. So admit it…say it, say it out loud.”

“I cannot.” you whisper.

Alicent rolls her eyes, were you this difficult with her daughter? “Why not my sweet girl? You’ve admitted it to me, why not say it. Go on, say you love Helaena.”

You huff, “Why do you care if I love her or not? It is against the gods…”

Alicent laughs. She can't help it. “Do you think I care what the gods think, my sweet thing?”

“You are a devoted practitioner of the seven... I assumed your grace…”

“I am devoted.” she cuts you off. “But not so devoted to not take what I want. The gods give, and do they give…plenty.” her eyes look over you again. She desperately wished to see under your gown.

“What do the gods give you, your grace?” you ask.

“You.” she says, voice stern.

“The gods give you...me?” you're confused. You're hoping you soon wake up, and this is all a bad dream. That you're not trapped in the queen’s chambers and she isn't demanding you give up feelings you aren't entirely sure of.

“Yes. You. My sweet girl.” she grabs your face. “The gods have given you to me.”

Alicent leans in and kisses you, her hand keeping a firm grip on your face. She tilts your face, and deepens the kiss. Her other hand, slowly places itself on your waist. You gasp through the kiss, too frozen to do anything but let it happen.

You pull back from her, “You want me, your grace?”

You're genuinely asking her, she looks over you. She can't tell if you're stupid or genuinely innocent and unknowing. You did come from good stock, some little Lord in the Reach. Sent to King’s Landing to be a lady-in-waiting for the Queen, her daughter.

And she knew it was wrong. The way she'd watch you bounce along the halls so cheery and sweet. Or how you'd dote on Helaena the most, braiding her hair and helping her dress. You’d be present at tournaments and present at feasts and gatherings. You were more to Helaena than some royal keychain. You were genuinely her friend.

Alicent pants, out of breath. “Yes I want you. Need you. I want you so bad that it’s consuming me from the inside out. When I pray, I find myself praying for you.”

You look at Alicent, and for the first time your fear disappears and you look at her like you might believe her.

Alicent smiles at the change in your expression, she had you almost where she wanted you. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile to her. “You won't deny your feelings any longer?” she begins to kiss your neck. “You’ll be my sweet girl, won't you?”

You moan at her soft kisses on your neck, you can't help it. “Yes, your grace! I promise.”

Alicent begins to remove your gown, unbuttoning and untying your strings that put the fabric together. He pulls the dress down, it pools at your feet. You're left in your undergarments and corset. You've never been this bare for anyone. Not your mother, not Helaena, and surely not for a woman so much older than you. Alicent makes work to remove your corset, and when she begins to peel your undergown, you stop her.

“I’ve never done this before!” you're a little scared, not sure what you're doing.

“I know my sweet girl. You are too pure to let anyone touch you, aren't you?” she asks, fingers begging to remove the gown and see you naked.

You nod. “I've never…felt an attraction to other…men. My father would pick matches for me and I never…desired them.”

Alicent pulls back and studies you for a moment. “Why don't you want them, my sweet? Is it not a husband you desire? Many women do and they are happy. Although…it seems what you really want isn't a husband, is it sweetling?”

“I do not...like men like I am meant to. I think there is something wrong with me, your grace.” you say, tears swelling again.

The queen shakes her head, feeling a little sympathy towards you now. “No my sweet girl, there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with the way you feel. You are who you are, sweet girl. There is no need to change that. You have no idea how badly I have ached for you. You are my perfect little girl aren't you?”

“You could be my husband, could you not, your grace?” you ask innocently, smiling.

Alicent pauses and looks at her odd, “Sweet girl, you know I am married. I could make you…a paramour, but that is it..” she fixes her tone. “But that does not mean you cannot be mine.”

“Can you pretend to be my husband…” you whisper, “I’m still a maiden.”

Alicent’s eyes dazzle. “A maiden…of course. My sweet girl, you have no idea how much it pleases me to hear I am your first. If it pleases you, I can pretend to be your husband, I can give you everything you’ve wanted.”

You nod, now just desperate to be touched. “Please have me.”

Alicent says nothing, simply slips her hand under your underdress and begins to touch your breast, massaging it as you moan against her touch. She sucks and kisses your neck bone and traces them down. You moan at her touch, never having felt anything like it.

She gets on her knees, rolling up your dress just enough to see your cunt.

She takes a breath, you're much prettier than she thought.

“So desperate for me, so eager to feel my touch. So perfect.” Alicent practically purrs. “Be a good girl and you'll get what you want. Beg.”

“Please touch me, your grace, please!” you cry, much louder than she probably liked.

“Alright alright sweet girl, don't shout.” Alicent kisses your cunt, before attaching her mouth to your little bundle of nerves.

You roll your eyes and become breathless at the feeling, it's new and it's like sparks exploding all over. You cry out and immediately grab for her perfect dark auburn locks, the curls falling perfectly between your fingers. Alicent didn't falter, only continued to lick stripes up and down as your knees buckled.

"Please your grace....please!" you cry more, babbling at this point.

Alicent licks one final stripe on your cunt before you explode in pure ecstasy, crying and whimpering as you ride your high. While you writhe against her sheets Alicent looks at you, grinning. She may not be able to be your husband, but she'd made a whore of you.

"Will you mention this to Helaena?" you ask in a small voice, making Alicent aware to you now.

"Mention what sweet girl?" she licks your wetness off her face before kissing you.

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER’S OUTFITS House of the Dragon — 1.08 “The Lord of the Tides” (Requested by anonymous)

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OLIVIA COOKE as QUEEN ALICENT HIGHTOWER HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.07 ― “Driftmark”

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“Alicent’s got a very dark side to her, but she’s also just striving for what she thinks is good, even though it’s just misplaced.”— Olivia Cooke

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OLIVIA COOKE AS QUEEN ALICENT HIGHTOWER HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.06 ― “The Princess and the Queen”

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Lamb to Slaughter Ⅵ

𐙚 As Aemond settles into his position as regent, you begin to find yourself conflicted on where your loyalty truly lies.

𐙚 Aemond Targaryen x Reader (tw: violence, manipulation)

“He dares summon me!” Aemond throws his cup to the wall, the wine staining the wall. “With haste?”

You glance up at him. He’s more angry as of late, not sleeping, less eating. You hate what regency has done to him. There’s times where you find that you cannot comfort him, he shuns your touch and spends his time circling the city on vhagar, or so you assume.

“Are the Lannisters so diminished that they cannot march from the Tooth to Harrenhal without an escort?” It's a rhetorical question, not one he wants you to answer. Another concerning thing that arose from him. You knew he could be mean to girls, but never towards you. But lately, some of it has been directed at you.

“Is there not a large dragon in the Riverlands my love?” you speak up.

He glares at you.

“The Lannisters are a large army yes…but they lack what we posses-”

Aemond’s hand quickly grabs your face before you can register his movement towards you. “I am the prince regent! Not a dog to be called to heel! If they cannot deliver their host to Harrenhal with haste, Daemon’s dragon will be the least of their worries.”

He releases your face, which now aches. Tears pool in your eyes. “Your irritations are justified my love.”

You weren't terrified of Aemond easily. Not even growing up. Not even when he lost his eye and became an angry shell of what he once was. But now. He scared you. Terrified you really. Perhaps the Aemond you loved had been buried with his childhood the night of Driftmark, and who shared your bed now was a stranger.

“I’ve had enough of this cursed blockade.” he huffs, picking his cup up from where he had thrown it and sets it down on the small table. “I may reach for an alliance with The Triarchy.”

You gasp. “Aemond?”

“They will delight in the chance to terrorize the Sea Snake again. Let them weaken his blockade. While our true allies make their long journey East.”

“Will you leave me?” you ask after a few minutes of silence.

He looks at you, “I am not sure yet.”

“Will you find comfort in others?” you felt silly asking it. You hadn't stayed loyal to him, sleeping multiple times with Aegon. But that was over. Aegon had been burned, and the Maester told you his dick was not exactly in riding condition.

“Like you have?” he smirks.

“Like you have!” you yell. “What of your whore in that brothel?”

Aemond lunges at you again, but this time you flail your arms against him in defense.

“Stop it! Stop it!” you cry.

“Where have you earned your braveness from?” Aemond finally finds a grasp on your arm, and twists it in a way that causes you to whimper in pain. “Did you mouth off to Aegon when he was king?”

“Aegon has never lied to me.”

“And I have?” you can feel his breath on your face.

You want to kiss him, and cry. Debating to yourself if this was all worth it.

“Your Grace.” Cole’s voice calls from the doorway, both you and Aemond unaware of him entering.

“It's time you set out for Harrenhal, I think.” Aemond starts. “The longer we wait, the more chance he will prevail. Take what strength we have, and force Daemon from the Riverlands and make his Riverlords fight on two fronts.”

Criston’s weight shifts. “It's a fortnight’s march to Harrenhal-”

“We must strike before his army is raised.” Aemond stops looking at you and glances at Criston. “I will fly out to meet you when the time is ripe.”

Your heart breaks at that. He was going to leave you here. Why would he take you with him?

“My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares face me.” Aemond then glances back at you, and releases you from his grip.

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“Aemond has grown violent.” you whisper, as if anyone else could hear you.

“Has he hurt you?” Aegon says. He sounds much different now. Tired. Defeated.

“Nothing to worry about.” you insist.

“How have things been?”

“Got enough sheep for your dragons. But none for the smallfolk. They're angry I imagine. Words of riots.” you shake your head. “He's not doing anything about it.”

“Why is this anger directed at us? It is my cunt sister who has raised the blockade and-” he begins to cough before sighing in pain. “-making our people starve.”

“Yes but they expect the King to break it and feed them. You. Now him.” you remind him, reaching for his hand. “Does it hurt?”

“I have enough milk of the poppy to keep it at ease. But I do have pain, yes.” Aegon looks off. “Have they told you my cock has been destroyed?”

You nod.

“The one thing that's good about me. Gone.” tears brim his eyes.

“That’s not true.” you shake your head. “I love you for more than that.”

The room falls silent for a few moments. The grand Maester had come to you first to make you aware of Aegon’s consciousness. You hadn't even let him get through a minute of it before you had rushed immediately to his side.

“What do you remember?” you ask.

“Nothing.” he hoarsely says.

“You challenged Meleys.” Aemond’s voice booms over both of you.

You turn from Aegon and glance back at him. He does not look pleased.

“Aemond-” you start.

“It was foolish.” Aemond cuts you off, only looking at Aegon now.

“I remember…nothing.” Aegon coughs.

“Stop it, Aemond.” you demand, your hand's curling into fists.

He looks at you. “You should have come directly to me when you found out he was awake.”

“Is that my responsibility to you? As what? Your lover or your sister?” you stare him back down.

“Why are you so defiant to me as of late? Am I not gracing your bed as often as perhaps I should?”

“It isn't about you?” you shout.

“Please…” Aegon begs.

“What have you done?” you question.

“I have done nothing.” Aemond shakes his head. “It was merely him challenging the wrong dragon.”

“Why do I feel as if that is not the truth.” you murmur. “Why do I feel like you have lied to me since the very beginning of this relationship?”

“Relationship?” he questions. “Do you think you would be my wife?”

That hurts too.

“More than you would be Aegons?” Aemond laughs.

“I hate you.” you say, looking away from him.

You glance from Aegon to him, then quickly turn to leave them both.

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The only pleasure you could flaunt in as of late was your darling uncle and his stories from Oldtown. You had never been, but now you desired it more than anything. Away from Aegon, away from Aemond, away from everything.

“I wondered if you’ve heard from father?” Alicent cuts into your conversation.

Gwayne looks at you, smiling and soft. The smile dies down as he glances at your mother.

“I have sent ravens to Highgarden and Oldtown, but have had no reply.” she continues.

“If he wrote letters, it would be to you.” Gwayne replies. “You were always the favorite.”

You giggle at him.

“As are you, I hear princess.” he smiled back at you.

“I have missed you uncle, it has been too long since your presence has graced us. Must you leave so soon?” you frown.

“Your brother is very insistent on it I’m afraid.” he nods.

“Strange there has been no word.” Alicent cuts in again. “Otto Hightower is ever-resourceful.”

You're only slightly annoyed. The only person who had not tortured you or caused you discomfort was in front of you. And you still could not earn a moment of peace with him.

“He will send news when there is news to send.” Gwayne says, showing little annoyance too.

“I’m sure grandsire has reason to not respond.” you nod at him, face flushing.

“I often wonder what life could have been if he had brought you to court instead.” she laughs slightly, an awkward one.

The air grows thick.

Gwayne shares a look with you, knowing this is probably not something that should be said in your presence.

“I’m the eldest son, it was right that I was raised at Oldtown.” he nods.

“I wish I was raised at Oldtown.” you admit.

Gwayne smiles back at you. “I'm sure you would've succeeded there princess.”

“Like Daeron has?” Alicent breaths deeply.

The mention of your brother caused you to stiffen. You rarely even knew him, no one having spoken about him.

“Does he not write to you?” Gwayne inquires.

“Less and less these days.” your mother admits.

“Would you ever take me to Oldtown, uncle?” you cut back in. This was your conversation after all.

Alicent huffs.

“If I could, I would take you and never bring you back.” Gwayne is smiling at only you. “But I must join Ser Criston.”

"To the Riverlands." you nod.

"The war will not touch you princess." he promises, as if he had the power to truly keep it. He bows his head to you, kisses your hand and then rushes off to meet the other knight.

"I'm going to find your sister and ask her to come and pray with me." your mother now speaks to you.

"He was not my son." you turn to look at her. "I have no interest in praying for anyone anymore."

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ANNA SAWAI as TODA MARIKO SHŌGUN — 1x09: "Crimson Sky" (2024)