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Alenna Tyrell

Backstory

Born in 110 AC, Alenna is the only daughter of Lady and Lord Tyrell, the Lord Paramount of the Reach. And older sister to Ser Lyonel Tyrell. Who, at the time she last saw him, was merely an infant. Alenna was raised in privilege in the family seat and regional capital of Highgarden. She was trained in all matters to make her a fine young Lady and a good match for what her parents had hoped to be a son of House Tully, Baratheon or Lannister even. She was taught by Septas and Septons to read and write. She studied the history of Westeros and frequently practiced her needlework. She often prayed by the stained-glass windows of the sept that was only bestet by the Sept of Baelor and the starry Sept. Finding strength in her prayers and the surroundings of the sept. There never had been much hardship in her young life to seek divine intervention or council over. She was loved by her parents; she had people to call friends, and she relished in riding her horse across the wide stretching acres of the Reach. Yet she knew she would never be her brother, inheriting Highgarden and the freedom that came with being born a man. And she would never have the light frame of her mother (or most other women in the realm) no matter how hard she tried. She saw the disappointment in her mother's eyes about it at supper, internalised the comments on how she simply had to make it so hard to become a woman that families desired to choose as a match for their sons. Turning her from the happy child she grew up as into a highly self-conscious one.

In 118 AC she gets taken even further out of her element when her father informs and takes her to King's Landing in all but a tenday. To assume the position of master of coin at King Viserys I Targaryen’s small council.

Ripped from all she has known her entire life and put into the foreign surroundings of the capital of Westeros, she is left in the dark over her parents' hopes for this to make it easier to wed her off. Even at a mere 8 years old. Alenna spends her time in the gardens of the Red Keep or in the library, or with the dogs at court. Anything to keep to herself and to keep her peace.

Family

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my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

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Alisanne and Aegon, Aemyra and Edward, they're so fucking perfect together 😩 I'm so glad I don't have to fight anyone for Edward 😅 and let's be real, the best part about Aemond and Aemyra is their daughter braiding his haie

Lana I love you thank you so much

This how I look at your boards (and you let's be real 🤭)

I've already reblogged her post, but I couldn't not post my treats for my beloved @legitalicat

One whole year of being friends and I wouldn't change it for the world. I adore you and hope you know how much you've made my life better just by existing in it.

Under the cut is a smorgasbord of OC treats!

First up, Alisanne Velaryon and her family and spouse.

Note: Like the Velaryon boys, Harwin is her biological father, and Laenor is her legal father. Lucerys is aged up and her twin.

Next, Conqueror Era Aemyra Targaryen with her family and spouse!

Note: Jeyne is her biological mother, and we've crossed oc lines to bring in @foxyanon 's OCs Elvira Harclay and her daughter Rhaenerys Targaryen, making Aemyra and Rhae half sisters!

And yet another crossover with Edward (The Last Kingdom) and Aemyra.

Finally, Dance Era Aemyra with her family and spouse!

Note: Here, Daenerys is the child of Aemond and Aemyra, not the mother of dragons 🤭

My wifey, I do hope you like them!

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Happy friendship anniversary to @zaldritzosrose !!!!

A whole year with my wifey 🤭🤭

She's already seen them, but below the cuts are her friend gifts!

Aemond Targaryen as an Elven King.

Lyanna Stark (Lana's OC) and Aemond as Queen Clarion and Lord Milori from the Pixie Hollow Universe.

Lana, I love you so much and I hope these are perfect visualizations for how much.

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New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

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don’t like someone’s oc? google docs is free. make your own.

don’t complain to their creator because they’re not there to cater to you.

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the nerd i reblogged this from has a quality blog & i recommend you all follow them.

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hes like equal parts in love with and disgusted by how much this particular Funko pop was wanted and I love that

“Thank you for making Aegon Targaryen one of the most requested Funko Pop’s ever.” X

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I had to fucking do a reblog reply cause that gif made me bust out laughing while I'm trying to channel dirty shit 🤣

And if I said I'm finally writing Anya and Sihtric smut, what then?

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And if I said I'm finally writing Anya and Sihtric smut, what then?

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For the ones who think you'll feel like that forever.

It can get better. It's not easy, but it's worth it.

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I'm like 5'6, but my husband insists I'm 5'7, so we'll hover around that area 🤣

Tagging

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@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know

i’m 4’11

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Apollo! Jacaerys Velaryon greek mythology AU moodboard

Please reblog and credit if you use!

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Don't mind me, just coming to give this the love it deserves. So so very good and I'm so grateful I got to beta it for you 😘

To Tame A Wolf: Part Three

Summary: The battle for alliance had begun. The Greens and the Blacks. The North was a desired ally. And a marriage would be the way to secure it.

TW: She/Her Pronouns, use of OC (Lyanna Stark), mentions of brothels and sex work, arranged marriage, Aegon being a menace, slightly manipulative Alicent.

Words: 2120

Part One Part Two

Uneasy Lies The Head

That night, Lyanna did not sleep. A combination of a room that was not hers, a bed that was not hers and the sick feeling of missing her home. She was now without any of her comforts, without her friends, even her brother. And a soon to be husband who held as much disdain for her as she did for him.

Morning came far too soon, and she was sure she had slept maybe a few hours at the most. Not enough to tolerate a new day in the capital. And the wedding plans she knew would surely come. She had not even left her bed when a knock came to her door, the voice of a servant asking for entry.

“Enter,” she replied, slipping from the bed and searching for her robe.

The young girl entered the room, carrying a bucket of warm water for a bath and a small basket of clean clothing was at her feet.

“My lady, Queen Alicent has asked for some more clothing to be brought to you. Fabrics more suited to the Southern climates,” the young girl spoke so softly, as though she feared Lyanna would somehow be upset with her.

“Thank you,” was all Lyanna gave in reply, looking through the basket as the young serving girl filled her bath.

She appreciated the gesture. Her own clothing would not have been suited to the South. But it was the various shades of green that made her scrunch her nose in disgust. Lyanna knew that this particular branch of the royal family favoured the Hightower colours, but she was not yet married into it. Wearing only green did not sit well with her.

“Could you ask…could I have clothes that are not so…green?” Lyanna asked, turning to the servant with a calm expression.

The young girl seemed to falter, but she nodded softly. Finishing filling the bath and leaving without another word. Lyanna knew she was to be expected at a family breakfast that morning but as soon as the servant left, worry gnawed at her.

Would rejecting the clothes offend the Queen? That was not exactly a good foot to step from.

With a sigh, she picked the least green dress she could find. Laying it out on the bed before stepping into the bath.

Aemond had already been awake for a couple of hours when he was called to breakfast with his family. His usual routine of wake early, train for an hour and then bathe and dress for the day had not changed.

But this breakfast was to be different, for it would be the first breakfast with his betrothed in attendance. And it wasn’t her presence he was concerned about; it was his brother’s reaction to it that Aemond anticipated.

Aegon had already made it clear he planned to use this marriage to torment Aemond. So he imagined a breakfast wasn’t about to be any different.

He bathed, dressed and made his way quickly down to the breakfast chamber.

Aemond arrived before Lyanna, and he had barely crossed the threshold before his mother was at his side.

“Before Lady Lyanna arrives, I need to speak with you,” Alicent said calmly, but the grip on his arm told him he had no choice but to listen to what she had to say.

He nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“I want to ask you to do one thing, in regards to this marriage,” she continued and Aemond knew where this was going.

“As challenging as it may seem, show her some kindness. Civility at least. This marriage is a benefit to us all, should it succeed.”

Aemond sighed. Being ‘kind’ to Lyanna wasn’t to be as easy as his mother seemed to believe. She despised him, he knew that much. It wasn’t him personally, it was what he represented. And Aemond had yet to reveal the lengths he had gone to in order to secure the alliance.

“I will do what I can, Mother,” was all he answered as the doors opened again.

Lyanna ignored how everyone in the room turned to look at her as she entered. Like she was some new novelty to be gawked at.

Aegon and Helaena were already seated, as was Lord Otto. Her eyes travelled to where Alicent and Aemond were stood talking. And she was met with two very different stares. The soft, motherly gaze of the Queen Mother and the intense, singular stare of her betrothed.

But she didn’t miss the subtle push that Alicent gave Aemond, urging him in Lyanna’s direction.

“Good morning, my prince,” Lyanna said politely as Aemond approached, before offering similar greetings to the other members of his family.

Aemond offered out his arm, the words from his mother lingering in the back of his mind. Be kind, be respectful. This marriage was a duty, and he was not a man who shirked his duty.

“Good morning, my lady.”

He walked with her to the table, pulling out her chair and taking his seat beside her. Alicent sat across from them, waving her hand for the breakfast to be served now everyone had arrived.

Lyanna sat quietly, simply listening to the pockets of conversation around her. Otto kindly listening to Helaena, a proud smile on his face whilst Alicent began to order around the servants delivering food. To Aegon leaning across the table, in an attempt to speak to Aemond.

“Look at you, brother!” Aegon smirked, and Aemond’s jaw immediately tightened.

“Has the she wolf already got you by the stones?”

A pin could have dropped in the room. Even the servants seemed to stiffen as they hurriedly placed the down the plates they held and scurried away. Alicent stared daggers into Aegon’s side, though he paid no mind to her.

Aemond wrestled with a choice in his mind. Snap back at his brother as he usually did and earn his mother’s ire for embarrassing himself in front of his betrothed. Or say nothing and look weak – earning likely more teasing from Aegon.

But it seemed Lyanna made the choice before he could even speak.

“Not quite, Your Grace,” Lyanna said softly, her eyes betraying a little more of the annoyance she felt.

“Though we are not yet married.”

If the room had been quiet before, it was deathly quiet now. For a brief second, Lyanna’s mind seemed to catch up with her mouth and she mentally began to chastise herself for speaking to the King in such a way.

And yet, she felt no guilt. Aegon’s comment was not necessary, and it was more than disrespectful. But it seemed that no one was particularly surprised that he had said such a thing.

What she didn’t see, however, was the way Aemond glanced at her with the faintest beginnings of a smirk tugging at his lips.

He had to admit, he was impressed. From how she had spoken to him over the times they had been alone, Aemond knew there was a fire within her. But to see it wielded so quickly and easily against Aegon, even if this was tame for how he imagined her to be, was beyond fascinating.

It was Alicent, however, who broke the silence this time.

“Aegon, can you please not be so crass over breakfast?” she chastised, and Aegon slowly sunk back into his seat.

King or not, it seemed, he was not free from a telling off from his mother. The breakfast returned to an almost silence, though it was far less comfortable now.

Lyanna returned to her food as Aegon stewed in his seat, looking more like a sulking child than a king. Aemond’s smirk remained, though he was doing everything he could to hide it, sipping his tea to hide behind his cup.

Cutlery clanked, feeling far louder than it likely was before anyone spoke again.

“I wonder, Lyanna, if you would be interested in spending some time on wedding arrangements later today?” Alicent asked, turning to face Lyanna with a smile.

Lyanna felt every set of eyes turn to her. It wasn’t really a question, because a question implied a choice, which she knew she had very little of anymore.

“Of course, Your Grace, it would be a pleasure.”

The walk to the Sept was silent between the two ladies, Lyanna walking one step behind the Queen Mother. On one hand, Lyanna wanted to at least to attempt to make a good impression on the Queen Mother – Cregan would never let her hear the end if not. But on the other, she wished to be as far from anything wedding related as possible

Planning it meant it was real, and she wished with everything she had for the opposite. Not that any of her suggestions or wishes for the wedding would matter.

A Sept was somewhere Lyanna had never been, for the were entirely uncommon in the North. And it was far bigger than she could have ever pictured. For just a second, she stopped and simply stared up in wonder.

“It is beautiful, is not?” Alicent asked with a smile, turning just before the threshold.

Lyanna nodded, a small smile on her lips, “Yes, it really is, Your Grace.”

Alicent held out her hand towards the door, a subtle gesture for Lyanna to enter. Part of Lyanna wondered why Alicent had brought her here, but maybe it was the same as how she felt about the Godswood back in Winterfell. It was somewhere calm and safe.

Lyanna followed Alicent’s lead. She wasn’t a follower of the Faith of the Seven, but she imagined praying here wouldn’t be all too different from the Godswood.

But prayer wasn’t what Alicent intended, yet anyway.

She led Lyanna to a large hall, separated from the last room with heavy wooden doors. Lyanna’s eyes widened as she saw the size of the hall, culminating in a grand set of stars beneath a Seven Pointed Star.

“This is where the wedding will be, as all royal weddings are.” Alicent spoke, not looking back at Lyanna.

It was like the reality of it hit her, even more so than her arrival at the Red Keep. She was to be married, in front of likely most of King’s Landing. She was going to the wife of a Prince, and a pawn in a war for throne.

Alicent turned, mid-sentence, to see Lyanna simply staring at the stars. There was a mix of awe and fear on the young woman’s face.

She recognised that look. It was a look she was sure her own face had held before she married Viserys. Her own mind now torn between comforting a frightened young woman and making sure nothing interfered with the upcoming wedding.

When no answer came from Lyanna, Alicent took a step forward. The wedding was beyond important, but she could understand the terror in Lyanna’s eyes. Her hands took Lyanna’s forearms gently, turning her to focus entirely on her.

“I understand it seems like something to fear, but I can attest it is not.”

Lyanna blinked a few times, seemingly coming back to herself to look at Alicent. But nothing had ever occurred to Lyanna to consider she had felt the same fear she felt now.

Alicent’s motherly gaze should have put her at ease, but nothing about her situation was comfortable. If Lyanna had been paying more attention, she would have felt the edge to Alicent’s words. The insistence on making her a willing bride that lingered behind each syllable.

“But I assure you, Aemond is a man who will not fail in any duty put upon him.” Alicent said calmly, her hands tight on Lyanna’s arms.

“And it is now your duty as well, to your home and your brother and to our King.”

There it was again, soft words that were edged with steel. Lyanna would be married either way.

Alicent’s fingers stroked gentle circles on Lyanna’s arms.

“Fear is normal, my dear, but you cannot let it consume you.”

Aemond’s day had passed no different to his usual, which he was more than thankful for. He could almost forget that his life would soon change, though for better or worse it remained to be seen.

As evening fell and another family meal passed, Aemond was finally in the sanctuary of his own room. But with the murmurings of the wedding having passed him by all day, he needed out.

Before he knew it his cloak was wrapped around his shoulders, and he was making his way to the more unused halls out of the Keep.

There was only one place he planned to go. Hidden down a silken, side street of King’s Landing.

A place he kept as a closely guarded secret.

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I would like to add on to the last point, @zaldritzosrose just kinda adopted me 🤣 one of those "we're friends now" situations

how do you make friends on here?

I wish I could tell you there was some step by step recipe for making tumblr friends, my dear.

But! The best place to start is finding a fandom or something you are really interested in. And maybe even a community you could join for that fandom.

If you're truly struggling, maybe tell me what you're interested in, and I can point you in the right direction?

(I think at this point I'm just like that weird little creature that lives in tumblr's attic and they can't get rid of me)

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Can I pick the locale for this punishment? I have a few places in mind 😈

Here's some real tough questions 😈

Aesthetics or writing?

Okay...in terms of something that constantly brings me joy, aesthetics. It's what got me (possibly) most of my recognition after my return to tumblr and maybe what most followers know me for?

Writing will always hold a special place. But aesthetics, as you've seen, are something forever on my mind.

Also, fuck you for that question (jokes ily ♥️)