#‘but they were KINSLAYERS’ really? every last one of them?

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

refugees do not, in fact, stop being refugees because you don’t like their leaders

[beware-of-pity]

Just before tonight's episode airs, I wanted to get out of the way some of the little thoughts that still wander my head from last Sunday's one. I know this post will hold little to no meaning or significance after the episode airs, because it could probably completely change the trajectory of where the relationship between Rhaenyra and Jacaerys stands seeing as we already got teased a conversation with these two, but there was something that did bother me about how they choose to portray these two th last episode that I feel the need to talk about it.

I really, really, cannot get down to what they want to do with the dynamic with these two. I really do not understand where Jacaerys and Rhaenyra's relationship is heading as of last Sunday's episode. While it seems like they can have moments where they communicate and understand what they're both feeling and going through, most of the time these two are on screen they do nothing but misunderstand and be angry at each other.

Rhaenyra treats Jacaerys just like how Viserys treated her under Otto's influence, as seen in episode two of the first season. She ignores him, doesn't listen to his suggestions except for when she's on board with them, and shuts him down at every turn- and yet she deliberately tells Mysaria that Jacaerys is rebelling against her, a feeling that showrunners like Sara Hess back up as the truth of the matter.

And all I can do while watching all of this unfold is ask myself if I've either lost the plot of what's in front of me or if I'm just not seeing what the showrunners want me to see. All I've been seeing for the past six episodes is an inactive Rhaenyra being angry at her council for.... something I'm still not exactly sure about. I understand, her, feeling diminished and put down and perhaps still not being taken seriously as a woman in a room full of men but every time there's a council scene and Rhaenyra is in it, I can kind of also understand why she's still not being taken seriously. Every time she recoils with uncertainty because she does not know what to do, how to retaliate, or how to get her faction back on her feet, her mind leads her to what she knows best, participate with Syrax. When she's told that her getting on her dragon and becoming an active participant in the war is a bad idea, she scoffs and becomes annoyed because she doesn't know any better. Rhaenyra doesn't know what to do because with the little education she was given by her father battling a civil war with her half-brother was certainly not on the curriculum. And while I wouldn't blame young Rhaenyra for not knowing better, adult Rhaenyra should have certainly foreseen that her ascension to the throne would have been challenged, challenged enough that a dragon war breaking out would have been on the cards that she would have to, one day, play.

This hesitation is what costed her rook's rest. Had she already started cooping up the men-at-arms of the houses whose support she had on her side, she could have had the means to face Cole with an army. But the writers were literally obsessed with turning Rhaenyra into another version of Viserys, that instead of us getting the Rhaenyra that's grieving and wanting to avenge the death of both Luke and Visenya, we got the Rhaenyra who doesn't even mention the death of her only daughter, the one she was desperately dreaming of, not even once and treats the death of her son as something of a matter of fact, something that happened that we have to get over with, something that the show almost wants us to believe Lucerys either deserved or had it coming for him. Something that will not have anyone mention the faults of Aemond's intention and doing, with him not even once being called or denominated as a Kinslayer, while he actually goes down in history as being the prime epitome of said act.

Jacaerys feels virtually and emotionally alone, there is no other way to put this. His half-sister and cousin, as well as his three little brothers, were sent off for their own good and the only person that he feels comfortable enough to open himself up to is Baela, but even he understands that he cannot put and vent all of his feeling and frustration on her. He knows he cannot burden other people with the things he shouldn't even have to go through. The person he has ever felt closest to, both in age and in as a human being is now gone, and he cannot even let himself properly grieve him because of the war he now has to put himself to the bone for. The person he openly seeks out to consolidate and ground himself is his mother, the only other person who can feel his pain to the fullest and because of everything going on Rhaenyra cannot see what Jacaery wants in her in those times he tries to seek her out. And it's both tragic and makes you want to bash your skull on the nearest wall available at the same time.

[edennill]

Elvish cursing/profanity:

Headcanon unless I say otherwise.

S: ego! (Q: heca!) - "be off!". canonically a form considered very offensive, probably the emotional equivalent of "f*** off", though not a scatological reference. Likely the word used by Fëanor at times, now that I think about it.

All and every form of words related to Q: urko = S: urug, orch = "orc"; even before Beleriand, when it canonically meant something more like "monster, bogey". That applied to an elf it would be the gravest insult is my own headcanon, but it seems obvious enough.

"Kinslayer" seems to have just been an almost-neutral description of an unpleasant reality, but I don't doubt there were other words meaning the same that were considered worse, and were often applied to non-kinslayers too. Probably ones with an almost visceral meaning. Kin-devourer? One who gorges himself on the blood of kin? Kin-tearer-apart? (oh, that last one would be so applied to Celegorm and Curufin all the time, because...well)

"oathdamned" is something that's said empathically about the Sons of Fëanor after... events (in the sense of "that oath is going to end badly for them and I don't even pity them") and becomes damned (pun not intended) by association, enough to be used as an expletive in unconnected contexts.

Any fanfic that has Elves cursing "Grinding Ice!" or "Starless Night!"/any variation thereof is so right by the way.

I've also read a fanfic where people referred to "a Morgoth's mercy of something" (meaning "a literally nonexistent amount") and I really like that, but I'd assume it would not be considered polite, or anything nearing that.

I don't think they would mention Angband/Morgoth extensively in any other context though; I feel like when evil is near you, it probably isn't something you find necessary to mention for no reason.

[kingsmoot]

ahhh i sent this ask to wormlips accidentally i got confused by the wams pfps >_<. still i want to hear your opinion on this -- what do you think the ramsay's mom miller's wife was like as a person, have you any thoughts? and what do you think theon's lover miller's wife was like? also, on the horrible miller's wife multiverse, what's your opinion on the theory that the younger miller's boy was theon's bastard --- some reckon it adds an ironic what qualifies as kinslaying tragedy, others find it excessive and that it takes away from theon organically thinking about smallfolk and feeling regret unbefitting of his once-place on the social ladder.

ah what an honor to be mixed up w my friend @wormlips 🪳🩷🪱 who did btw answer this question here:

ok i will give you my first headcanon which is that ramsay's mom and the miller's wife of acorn water are the same woman. this is directly refuted by canon because theon's part time lover lives in acorn water while the woman roose rapes lives next to the weeping water stream. but genuinely idc. maybe she moved!! i think this being the same miller's wife adds a perfect layer of abject horror onto a very tall layer cake of abject horror after abject horror so this is a part of my belief system.

also sorry i think the theory that the miller's wife's children are theon's is ridiculous. maybe george can't do math but i can. and in this particular instance so can george, actually.

the boys theon killed were of an age with bran and rickon in acok. that would make them around 9 and 4, respectively. theon in acok is 19, so for both of them to have been his that means that he would have impregnated the miller's wife at age NINE and sixteen. that's bananas. this man was not banging the neighborhood milf at NINE. he would have JUST gotten to winterfell and more importantly he would have been NINE YEARS OLD.

i also don't think it's really implied at all. in fact in adwd theon even says that he's no kinslayer because he didn't really kill his baby brothers, bran and rickon, just some miller's sons...

and does this underscore the class divide in westeros? yes. but ALSO: ramsay was actually the one to kill them and cut off their faces otis driftwood style. and who is actually a kinslayer and has murdered one half brother already? wams. so i think it makes narrative sense if those kiddos that theon passed off as the corpses of bran and rickon were wams' half brothers. which he also would have known.

because like. i know "the cycles are cycling" is this website's full time greek choir chant but it's truuuuue. that's like rams' whole... thing. he is the culmination of roose's scorched earth cruelty. he will be the end of house bolton. he was made by the man he is destined to destroy. he will devour every last trace of this once great house. every prodigal son. every swaddling babe. every new bastard and every new heir. utter desolation. and he serves as the same kind of mirror to theon as he does to roose!! reflecting theon's cruelty, sexual violence, and lack of self back at him x1000. he is a reflection of the father and of his fellow rejected/abandoned son. he is the culmination of both of their mounting cruelty it's SO GOOD it's such a rich vein in the narrative 🥰

AND ADDITIONALLY it feels in character that wams-disguised-as-reek could have seen his mom when she sold ser rodrick hay on their way from the dreadfort to winterfell and she would not have said anything about wams being her child, roose bolton's bastard, for TWO reasons:

1. canonically, everyone and their dog and their dog's cousin and their dog's cousin's third aunt saw ramsay with his PIERCING WHITE SCLERA LENS EYES and BOTTLE BLACK HAIR after he was captured from THE FOREST SURROUNDING THE DREADFORT and thought "ok well that could mean anything" (can i just say. theon gets a lot of shit for this. which he deserves. but NO ONE ELSE GETS ANY SHIT AND I THINK THEY SHOULD. COME ON, GUYS. FUCK YOU IN PARTICULAR SER RODRICK.)

2. if she did recognize him (i think she would have) and she was his mama (i think she is) she would never ever ever ever give him up. she would have stayed silent.

why would i say so? because i really only have one thing to say about wamsay's mama which i've said before and which i'm never not thinking about. ramsay's mom, like cersei, has had everything taken from her. and the only way she can indirectly reclaim agency in this world is through what is given to her son.

she knew exactly what kind of man roose bolton was. she probably knew better and more intimately than most!! but she did not protect her son from him. just the opposite, she insisted that he claim him as his child. that he recognize his own. IT'S SO ROSEMARY'S BABY, LIKE.... BEAR WITNESS UNTO THAT WHICH YE HAVE WROUGHT, ROOSE!!!!! and then roose knows, of course. roose knows as soon as he sees that little boy that the child is his and he also knows exactly WHAT ramsay is. he knows that child will be the death of his house. but he also cannot refuse him!!! no man is so hated by the gods as the kinslayer!!! roose is bound to ramsay by blood!! chained to his own undoing by nature of being its creator!!

and then what does roose do?? puts a known murderer + serial rapist in charge of raising his own flesh and blood child. another thing that ramsay's mama does not protect him from. another thing she encourages, actually, because molding ramsay into a monster means he is more likely to get his due. her due. what is owed to him as the son of a great house. what is owed to her as a woman who had everything taken from her and no way to get any of it back. ANNIHILATION!!!

this got a little more word-vomity than i intended but i get too excited when i talk about this. it's like. good and interesting and important to me that ramsay's mama is not a blameless innocent victim who was brutalized and then did her best. she was brutalized and then she did everything in her power to make sure roose bolton got exactly what was coming to him. and she sacrificed her rape-baby to do it.

tysm for your question!

[dreamfyre03]

A Dragon's Love

Warnings: Threats of violence, death, kidnapping, kinslaying Chapter 13: The Skies of Storm's End

After days of negotiation with Lord Borros, and promising his brother Daeron in marriage to one of his many daughters, Aemond had secured to Lord of Storm’s End’s support for his brother. He itched to get back to Daenys, already planning to fly them to a Septon he had located far from King’s Landing as soon had he returned. He missed her voice, and her presence that calmed him. She was his guiding light, and every moment he spent away from her was like falling further into darkness. 

All seemed to be going well, until a certain brown haired Strong boy made an appearance. Lucerys Velaryon, the bastard who never paid his debt.

“Wait, my lord Strong.” Aemond said. He felt nothing but anger and a lust for vengeance boiling in his blood from the moment his nephew walked in.  

“Did you really think, you could just fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?” He asked him, unwilling to let the opportunity before him go. No mother or stepfather to shield him from Aemond’s cruelty.

“I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior.” He responded timidly.

Aemond smirked. 

“A fight would be little challenge. No, I want you to put out your eye, as payment for mine.” He demanded, ripping off his eyepatch, revealing the glittering sapphire he put in his lost eye’s place.  

“One will serve, I’ll not blind you” he said in a terrifyingly calm manner, unsheathing his dagger and tossing in on the ground towards him. 

“I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.” He told him, menacingly.

“No.” His nephew responded firmly. 

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor.” He shot back. 

“Not in my hall!” He heard Lord Borros shout. 

“Give me you eye, or I will take it bastard!” He shouted, his voice laced with pure hatred. In that moment, Aemond was blind to everything else except the need to watch this boy suffer. He knew he wasn’t a good man, and he didn’t care. He relished in it.  

Lucerys quickly drew his sword, and the guards did as well, as Lord Borros got up and yelled, “Not in my hall! The boy came as an envoy, I’ll not have bloodshed beneath my roof.” 

 Aemond heard the crash of thunder outside and smiled cruelly, letting the guards take Luke to his dragon. If little Luke thought he had escaped Aemond’s wrath, he was very sorely mistaken.

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Aemond sat atop Vhagar, watching the pieces of Arrax fall into the ocean. He could smell the flesh on Vhagar’s jaw, he could see the blood dripping down below them. His heart hammered in his chest, as the rain beat down on him. Luke was dead. 

Aemond killed him. He only meant to scare him, but he lost control, and Vhagar sense the hatred in her rider’s heart, and devoured the boy. 

He spent his life yearning, training, waiting for the perfect moment to exact revenge for the loss of his eye, to make his nephew pay the debt he spent his life feeling owed. He felt the rush power as he taunted him, as Vhagar soared overhead tiny Arrax, and let his menacing taunts echo the skies that were dark and stormy, as though it was an ominous foreshadowing of the months to come. 

Luke was dead. 

Aemond was a Kinslayer.

War was coming. 

Daenys woke the next morning with dark circles under her eyes. She woke before sunrise, and dressed with the help of her maid. The Hand and Queen Mother asked her to travel by carriage, fearing that flying on Meraxa would alert Rhaenyra and Daemon as to their doings. Reluctantly, she agreed. She knew Meraxa would come North to her when it was time. 

Her last act before leaving was summoning Helaena’s maid, Diana, to her chambers, with an important message. The young woman stood before her nervously. “You haven’t any reason to fear, Diana. I would like to ask a favour of you.” Daenys said. She looked surprised. “Of me? What can I do for you, Princess.” “I am leaving for Winterfell. I ask that when my brother Prince Aemond returns from Storm’s End, you give him this letter, along with this one addressed to the King and Queen, and Prince Daeron. I ask that you do not let anyone know of my whereabouts, not even Queen Helaena.” Diana looked hesitant, and Daenys knew it would hurt her to keep such things from Helaena. 

“You have brought my sister much happiness, Diana. I know I ask a lot of you to withhold information from her, but it is for the good of the realm.” “Very well, Princess.” She replied, taking the letters and putting them in her dress pockets. 

Daenys dismissed her, then walked to the courtyard, where she was set to leave. On the way, she stopped in the nursery, needing to bid her niece and nephews farewell.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she watched them sleeping peacefully. She was the first to find out Helaena was with child, she was in the room when they were born. She spent almost every day of their lives playing with them, or singing to them. She loved them as if they were her own, she always saw her brother and sister in their faces. Whenever she felt sadness, or loneliness, she went to the children and allowed their childish innocence and love to uplift her spirits. 

“My sweetest darlings,” she whispered, careful not to wake them. “I shall miss you terribly. I pray that I will see you again very soon. Remember how much I love you.” She quickly dried her tears and gently kissed each of them, before walking out to the courtyard, and giving the Red Keep one last look, not knowing when she would see it again. 

Two days into her journey, and Daenys felt like a shell of herself. She barely slept when they stopped, and when she did, all she dreamt of was Aemond. His smell, how it felt when he held her, his voice whispering reassurances to her. She knew he probably found out she was gone, and no doubt hated her for leaving him. But she promised she would do whatever she could to help her family, and keep them safe. 

She tossed her book aside in the carriage, unable to focus on the words. The carriage came to sudden halt, and she gripped the seats to ensure she didn’t fall. “Ser Arryk? Is something the matter?” She called out. “All is well Princess, just-“ Her Kingsguard was cut off with a groan, and thudding sound of his body hitting the ground. She felt herself become paralysed with fear, and cursed herself for not being able to even wield a blade. The door to the carriage swung open, and she was greeted by three men whose faces were covered. “Come on now, Princess. Time to go.” One said cruelly, as he grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her forward. She screamed and kicked in resistance, sickened by the feeling of their hands on her body as they struggled to bind her,  until she felt something hard hit her head, and her vision went black. 

[barbswo]

I have to ask, considering Aemond is one of my favorite povs in 'Tides'...what have you been thinking of him in season 2?? Up until last episode it seemed like he was just moping in the brothel ever since Luke died..

Uhhh fasten your seatbelts people, we are in for a rideeeee.

I literally thought about it yesterday when writing the next chapter—that now that I have all this new information and images of Aemond in my head, it’s kinda hard to shake them off and go back to my Aemond, Aemond we all grew to love over the course of 300k+words of ‘Tides’... Because the show is definitely going down the villain route for him, and while I personally don’t have an issue with that, it’s just so... Different?

Okay, I’m rambling, back to your question.

To get it out of the way—and MASSIVE SPOILER in case someone reading this hasn’t watched the show/last ep yet—Aemond burning Aegon had me shaking fists at my TV screen at 4AM. I suspected it was coming, as the writers were building the whole brotherly feud since season 1, and I still. was. so. pissed. And I have no love for Aegon, but after they painted Aemond as this strategic mind behind Cole’s campaign, I expected our smart guy to be actually smart, and burning his brother’s dragon when their side already lacks them... Yeah, great planning.

Of course, I get that in Aemond’s head, he thinks that he rides the largest dragon of all and by extent is invincible and doesn’t need anyone else to win the war, and that his emotions get the best of him, but—“This war will not be won with dragons alone, but with dragons flying behind armies of men.” What dragons, Aemond dear? Plural? Are you sure? Counting that the show already mentioned Daeron twice, we might actually see him on screen, but as for now the greens have Vhagar and Dreamfyre, and unless they armor-up Helaena and make a second Visenya out of her, I don’t think Aemond understands the repercussions of his actions.

I feel like everyone and their mother is shouting atop of their lungs that Aemond is the one true Targaryen, that he respects his ancestors, he never skipped a High Valyrian lesson on duolingo, Aemond this, Aemond that, but excusez-moi—he had already. Killed/wounded. Three dragons. The sacred sygil of his house. And he didn’t give a f4ck. And I think that he saw Cole planning to cut Meleys’ head to drag it to King’s Landing and just went “meh, not my problem, not my monkeys, I am regent now and that’s all I care about.” Gr-r-r-r.

But to be honest, I actually expected to be far angrier with him than I actually am. Because Aemond isn’t just a plain villain. He is complex, and I do love him for it. His weird attachment to that madam clearly indicates that our boy has serious mommy-issues; he has no friends (if you don’t count Cole, and I never count Cole); his big brother won’t stop bullying him even after Aemond had bested him in everything but getting the crown (which still isn’t good enough reason to unalive Aegon, but this is Westeros and I get it); and he, apparently, does “regret that business with Luke”, which I think is the most sincere thing that came out of his mouth this season.

Aemond has an odd relationship with every person in his life, even his family, and I believe that makes him who he is. He is a circus tiger that has been caged his whole life, and now he broke through the bars and is—understandably—lashing out. War brings out either the best or the worst in people, and in show-Aemond’s case, it’s definitely the worst. Which makes sense, counting what we know about him from canon.

I wish I could say that I trust the writers of HoTD to do their thing, but I really don’t. I do hope they won’t butcher the story and its characters, though.

So I guess I still have very mixed feelings about show-Aemond? All his contradictory character traits make Aemond an incredibly interesting person—and yep, it helps that he literally put the SLAY in kinslayer, because MAN is he gorgeous. Ewan was born to play him, and I’ll never stop saying that, because every time he talks about his character, I pause everything I’m doing to just... listen.

Anyway. Thanks for coming to my TED talk, I’m off to gym now. See you guys soon.

[outofangband]

(edit: I had to repost this because of a few stupid errors!)

the long awaited (not really) second publishing/draft of my infamous Fetch story :)

CW: dehumanization, public humiliation, mention of bones, minor gore/injuries

Angband world building and aftermath of captivity masterlist

“You heard me, elf!” Gothmog roared, flicking his whip so it landed inches away from Maitimo’s left wrist so a flurry of sparks landed upon his hand and arm, “Crawl to the other side of the hall and fetch.” The last word was accompanied by yet another strike with his whip. This one did not miss, intentionally or otherwise and Maitimo yelled in pain as a line of his flesh sizzled.

The elf panted. Every time he had attempted to struggle to his feet, the whips of the balrog general and a few of its cohorts had knocked him back down to his hands and knees. It had long since been made clear that he would not be allowed to leave, to rest, until he fulfilled the order. Glaring would do no good, not that this stopped him.

Maitimo crawled forward a few inches, stomach turning as he eyed the pile of singed clothes and bones that had been left by another captain. One of the bones was out of place, this the one Gothmog had thrown in frustration before the idea for this little game had come to him when Maitimo had refused to beg.

There were only so many taunting remarks about the High King of the Noldor on his hands and knees like a hound before they...mostly...lost effect.

He had grown to despise and fear the balrog general almost as much as his master and the lieutenant. The demon seemed to be the only one of his kin with the knowledge or ability to speak any elven tongues and he too was by far the shrewdest, the most cruel. Maitimo had felt a hatred for him from the moment of his capture when he had arrived with his own party and heard the taunts of his own father’s death.

He supposed he was only to be glad that the Dark Lord himself was not here to witness this particular game of debasement.

There was a tension in the air that crackled like the balrogs’ own flaming whips. Maitimo grimaced, looked down at his hands and arms, both covered in welts and burns from the whips. He bent his head, his hair falling over his eyes and closed his teeth around the bone. This was not the first time they had played this little game. Nor would it be the last.

When the bone was lifted from the ground, the hall exploded into the rumbling laughter of the balrogs, so intense that Maitimo nearly dropped it. Gothmog had risen from the curved iron he had been seated upon, watching the prisoner intently.

“Good little elf, now bring it to me,” the high captain rumbled, “Drop it at my feet like a good dog and I will give our master a good word, tell Him his prize has seen the futility of its earlier disobedience.”

The pain of the whips, his exhaustion and all the indignities they had yet to inflict on him seemed to no longer matter. All he felt was his sudden anger. The bone fell with a clatter from his mouth between his arms. For a moment he thought of grasping it and flinging it across the room at the high captain. But this was  difficult with the chain connecting his hands, giving him enough space between them that he could crawl but certainly not enough to throw something.

Naked with his hands shackled as they were there was no position he could manage that would afford him any dignity. Nevertheless he turned back to Gothmog, raising himself onto his knees with his palms on his thighs, the submission in his posture sarcastic enough to annoy his tormentor.

“Wrong choice, little kinslayer,” the balrog general hissed and the whips came down on him again. The agony and heat was, Maitimo knew, a mercy compared to what he would endure later.

When Gothmog grabbed the long chain, Maitimo felt the iron collar about his neck burn from the proximate heat. He yelled once more.

Bits of his skin speckled the floor around him as he was dragged forwards towards the throne room. At one point his body seizes, his limbs twitching as they flail. The balrog actually stops at this, gripping Maitimo by a fistful of his hair. Vaguely the elf registers that he has not been burnt to nothing, a previous suspicion, that the demon could control his fire, confirmed.

When he is next aware of himself Maitimo finds himself back upon the smooth floor of the Nethermost Hall, at the foot of that terrible throne and the steps ascending to it. What sits upon the obsidian thing is more awful still. Weakened, diminished it was claimed Moringotto was but even such the aura of ancient, dreadful power is palpable in the air, choking Maitimo.

Gothmog holds his leash, a demon stark and bright in the gloom of its master.

“I killed its sire, My Lord,” the balrog says, “I will gladly snuff it out too. Or do you want it back in its cell?”

The Vala stands, shadows shifting around Him as He does.

“What condition is our guest in?”

“Poor, Master,” Gothmog replies, “A shame. It was doing so well in learning obedience before it decided to be stubborn. It will be of no use as a thrall in the mines with its leg in tatters and it will not yet obey well enough for more delicate work but I am certain we, or you, My Lord, could find some use for it still.”

“No matter,” the Vala says softly, “My messenger was slain by the Fëanorian host. When we, in a show of such generosity...” the almost lilt of this word in the strange voice that spoke it was followed by a whisper of laughter from the watching denizens, “Send a second, no reply would they send. Our little king is going nowhere. There is time to teach obedience yet.”

(author’s note: I tend to use more common grammar for the servants of Angband and older English for Melkor to indicate that he’s speaking in a higher and older form of Quenya when he’s speaking to Maedhros or that he’s occasionally speaking in Valarin)

second author’s note: yes the bone is elven, yes it’s probably from someone Maedhros knows

[nyrasbloodyclover]

the great war (aemond targaryen x oc)

masterlist (read the warnings!)

a/n: aemond is finally hereeee!!! ah i really hope you like the story so far even though it's just the beginning <4

4. the greens

Months passed and nothing changed. Life became miserable thought she had to bear every day. 

Nobody knew what was happening to her behind the wooden doors of their chambers. Her husband was a violent man. He didn't want to kill her, he just had these...animalistic urges that he showed sometimes.

Bruises everywhere underneath her dress. He was careful where he hit her. Legs, stomach— those were the main places. Somewhere nobody would suspect.

Her first month at the Riverrun was the worst. The acceptance of something completely opposite of her life at home. She was young, full of hope and happiness and suddenly she had to deal with the fact that the life she knew existed no more. He raped her before the bedding ceremony even started. He stole something that was only hers. Something she was willing to give away for the sake of her family. That was when she missed her mother the most. Father, too, but her mother was her saint. Arra would've found a way to fix her. To repair the damage he caused.

After the first month, she became a shadow of her past. She missed her old self.

During the second month she grieved her childhood. Every time her husband abused her, she didn't cry because of him. Reila cried for the years at her home she took for granted. Every time her mother wanted to talk to her and Reila had no time or when her father wanted to train but she'd been too tired. Elmo Tully didn't want to get involved in his son's marriage. Simple. She respected that. But the girl his son was breaking was silently screaming for help.

Third and fourth months passed like summer rain. She couldn't remember them. Reila knew she was present and alive but her brain blocked out those dark days. She wandered through the large castle, looking for secret passages. It was cold. Her lips were blue almost all the time. She wanted to kill herself. That was the only thought she was aware of. Death seemed like her only clarity.

Reila still wasn't with a child. It was a blessing and a curse. She told herself that she would love the baby no matter what but in reality she couldn't. She would hate the child just because of the abuse it's father put her through. He was angry that he still wasn't going to give him heirs. He even accused her of drinking the tea that would kill anything in her womb, but she did no such thing.

She was dying inside. She was sure it couldn't get worse than this. But that was before he came into the room today.

"Hello, dear wife."

"Hello," she said with no emotion. Reila couldn't meet his gaze. She was seventeen and still scared of ghosts.

"I came to share with you the news we got this morning."

She said nothing. The war started a month ago. Dragons were killing dragons. Brothers were killing brothers. It was a living nightmare. Usurper's younger brother killed sweet Prince Lucerys. Before that, Reila had no hard feelings towards The Greens except for the fact that they took the throne from Rhaenyra, their rightful queen. But after hearing the horrible knews from her husband... She despised them.

The memory burned. "That one eyed bastard killed Prince Lucerys," laughed the man she married. Her head snapped towards him, "What? No, that can't be true."

"Are you calling me a liar, woman? Aemond isn't only "one-eyed" anymore. They added one more nickname. Kinslayer. His dragon ate the little one." Reila felt the anger pool out of her.

"Guess mommy hadn't taught him how to ride properly," one of the men at the table said. Reila wanted to cry. Why would someone say such things?

"Whose side are you on? Really? Why don't you go and bow down in front of that one-eyed beast and his brother if you like him that much?"

That night her husband used her five times in a row, each more violent than the last one, and he only stopped when she passed out, exhausted from begging him to stop. She never spoke of Aemond in front of him again. She only cursed him in her mind.

And on top of that, she couldn't even leave with her father. Her husband forbid her, threatening to do horrible things to Iris and she couldn't risk it, so she wrote to Cregan Stark. She was ill. It was a foolish idea. She doubted he believed her, but her father said nothing.

"Are you listening?" And he slapped her across the face. Her knuckles went white. She could strangle him right now. But if she did that, her father could kiss goodbye the army. "Stupid whore," he laughed. "Your father could be dead for all you know. But you're still desperate for my cock."

That was when she snapped. She was in perfect control whole five months. Five months of abuse and degradation. Reila almost jumped at his throat, rage pooling out of her eyes. But she was still too slow.

He gripped her neck—No—He gripped her mother's necklace that she still had around it. Not once had she taken it off. Emerald jewels digged in her soft skin as she gasped for air. It lasted five seconds before the necklace snapped and she fell on the hard floor.

He looked at her in disgust. "You are dead for this." And within a second he smashed the green stones on the floor beside her. Thousand little emerald pieces around her.

"The Greens will be here until dawn." With that information, he slammed the doors and left her.

She couldn't process what just happened. The only memory of her mother, ruined. Enemies will be here in a couple of hours at best. Probably with dragons. They had no chance at beating that.

Her body was a shell. Broken and scratched. And she was falling apart, but not slowly anymore.

She pressed her palms against the sharp green pieces, feeling them burn as they were digging in her skin. Reila let out a silent scream that made everything around her disappear. Her face burned, her hands burned, her chest burned. She wanted to gouge her eyes out as well as her heart and just dissolve as a person.

Reila heard the doors open and saw Iris enter carefully. She was her only true friend here. Although, she wanted to gut her husband, but Reila didn't let her. She doubted it would solve any problem.

She went to her bed and hugged Iris' auburn fur. Her hands were still bloody but she had no energy to clean them now. They both fell asleep in seconds.

She woke to the sounds of destruction. Her eyes widened immediately as she rose to her feet. Reila ran to her window and gasped in awe.

There was a dragon. For the first time in her life she saw one. And she was sure it was the largest. She remembered the history lessons with her father. Vhagar. She was Queen Visenya's dragon. Now that Balaerion is dead, Vhagar was the largest one in the world. 

She could step on this castle and it would crumble beneath her. But that's not why they were here. 

At least seventy feet from Reila's room, there were soldiers, Targaryen soldiers that came to claim Riverrun in the name of their King. Vhagar lit half of  Elmo's men on fire. Reila already saw the battle outcome.

There is no way they were getting out of this. 

She saw an escape that was more of a death wish than anything. What if she got close enough to Vhagar, in the middle of chaos? What if she burned with the soldiers?

They would call it a tragedy. They would question how she ended up there. And her father would still have allies. It was decided.

She went to the doors, only to find them locked. Reila didn't let herself feel overpowered even if she clearly was. 

Being alone in this castle gave her enough time to explore and realize that her doors weren't the only way out. The fireplace, full of ashes, looked ordinary enough. She kneeled beside it and let her hands explore the floorboards.

She pressed until one of them made a clicking sound and rose enough for her hands to go beneath it. Stone stairs went down and she was sceptical when she first found out there was a path beneath her room, but now, she didn't hesitate. Reila gathered her skirts and went down. 

She looked behind her, only to find Iris standing, looking confused and Reila knew that she wanted to go with her.

"Come, girl," she said, "I'm not leaving you in this shithole."

That made her satisfied enough and Iris followed.

After minutes of darkness and empty corridors, they were standing in front of large doors that led to the back of the castle. Which would get her to Vhagar's side. And hopefully she would get to die soon.

"You have to leave, Iris," she told her direwolf. "Find North. Find Lord Stark." And somehow she understood everything, but was still eager to go.

"It's alright," she petted her head.

Iris stood in place but Reila had no time. She ran, getting closer and closer to the dragon. Vhagar was on the ground the whole time. She was untouchable.

But Reila didn't want to live this life anymore. And if this was her only chance, then so be it. 

She could smell the burned flesh while the smoke made her eyes water. There was death everywhere. She crossed the stone bridge that separated her prison from the rest of the world.

She was so close now, that she could see Vhagar's rider. Aemond Targaryen. King's younger brother. Her stomach turned. She never hated someone that much.

He looked ready to jump from Vhagar's back. She had to be quick. 

The  dragon started opening her mouth and Reila went that way. In the middle of chaos. She will be lucky if one of the soldiers cuts her or stabs her enough to bleed out. Chances of that happening sre high, but nobody seemed to notice her presence. Good.

Directly in front of Vhagar's large mouth, she stood calmly, waiting for her escape. She felt dragon's hot breath on her skin, and it almost gave her unattainable burns. The clashing of swords continued behind her, but she was barely able to hear them.

"Vhagar! Daor! Stop it!" She heard someone shout. Her heartbeat quickened in fear. What was happening? 

The large dragon just closed her mouth and Reila was tempted to run. 

"Not so fast," she heard a muffled thump before seeing a face. It was the same voice. 

Aemond. She was frozen with fear. If her life at the Riverrun was a misery, what would happen to her if Aemond got his hands on her?

He came from behind Vhagar while his long blond hair represented a mess, from the riding, she assumed. Reila prayed her Old Gods could hear her and help her somehow, but nothing changed, no one was here to save her from the biggest monster she'd ever encounter. 

She heard about the murder of Lucaerys Velaryon and her heart was broken for the young prince. That was when she decided she'd hate Aemond with the rest of The Greens for the rest of their existence.

He was standing in front of her now, slowly approaching, step by step. She could run. She could go back to her room. Nothing was stopping her yet. 

So she did. 

Her heart was beating so fast she wasn't sure it was beating anymore. The sweat made her hair stick to her neck as her legs almost gave out. The bridge grew miles longer as her feet stepped on the cobblestones.

Reila looked back only to find him pacing to her, not even bothering to run. Was she that slow? She felt like she was in a dream, not being able to move her body any faster. He was chasing her, a small smile on his face.

He was her hunter and she realized she had no way out. Her throat felt like it was closing, she wasn't able to breathe. Then her head met the ground.

"There you are. Oh, no," he kneeled beside her, still smiling, "I need you alive." 

No, no, no. She wanted to punch him, slap him, anything, but felt his tight grip on her wrists and she was sure she could throw up. It was her wedding night again. It was last night again. It was like she was reliving them, only with worse scenario.

She would be his war trophy. He was no better than her husband. Now she was as good as dead. It sounded like it was a game to him, she shouldn't be surprised.

"No," she panted, "Please kill me. Take my head. Anything—" Black dots appeared as he pulled her up, and threw her over his shoulder. Everything felt dizzy, she was sure she wasn't going to last long.

He managed to carry her to Vhagar and tie her to him, as Aemond secured himself. She had no energy left. Crying felt like the hardest job right now because Reila was barely keeping herself conscious. 

"My mother is very excited to meet you." That was the last thing she heard before seeing black

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HOTD 1x10: First Review

Honestly, I did not expect such differences from Fire and Blood in this episode, like they were afraid to make Rhaenyra another Daenerys (mad queen) or what?

Let’s start. 

I really like the opening with Luke, knowing what would happened to him at the end. 

I truly share Daemon’s belief that Viserys was poisoned by the Hightower. 

Is it me of Syrax could understand Rhaenyra’s pain through childbirth? Like the child was connected to Syrax? However, I was quite astonished that the baby didn’t have dragon features like in Fire and Blood. Also, they haven’t even mention her name, right? No Visenya at all. 

I liked the parallels between Rhaenyra and Daemon’s mournings.

It was such a pleasure to see Ser Erryk Cargyll, but I thought he would have make a better entrance, and not like this alone, coming out of nowhere. 

Of course, I love the way Daemon crowned Rhaenyra and he was his true and utterly self here. 

I almost didn’t recognize Rhaenyra in this episode (of course with her comportment), but also her face, she looked so young, almost like Young Rhaenyra / Milly. 

Aegon’s table is amazing, even more with the candles. So much better than the one from GOT. A true piece of art. 

Can someone explain to me what happened to Syrax, she hasn’t grown during 20 years, even worse she seemed smaller. 

Daemon was excellent in front of Otto. Matt Smith’s performance was amazing again. I will never hate Daemon. 

Apparently Seasmoke is drifting on Driftmark, WTF. 

It was nice to see Corlys Velaryon even if he was so contradictory (but he wasn’t alone in this episode).

Rhaenyra was way too soft. They changed her too much. Is she or is she not a dragon?! But at least we could notice the differences of education between Rhaenyra and Alicent regarding their children. 

Poor Luke, I almost cry when I saw his last interaction with his mother. 

Daemon can touch another dragon who isn’t Caraxes? Like this, just by singing to him in High Valyrian? What else has he discovered in Pentos? 

Storm’s end court is so empty and dark! We didn’t get any interaction with Lord Borros Baratheon’s daughters such a shame. There were four of them and none could talk, really? And why every one is afraid of Lord Borros? At least, he is smart enough to put a stop of Aemond’s fighting 

The heartbreaking moment of the episode was Luke’s death and the down play of Aemond. Why making the Greens so innocent and careless instead of what they truly are ruthless, murders and usurpers!? Why? There is nothing to justify this writing. Aemond is a murder and now a kinslayer. He has dropped the first blood, and he is the immediate responsable of the following murders. 

At least, this time the CGI were on point. The way Arrax fly above the clouds was amazing. 

And yes, the final scene was the climax of Rhaenyra and Daemon’s relationship. Now their fire burn together and they will be capable of anything (foreshadowing of episode 7). So sad that we didn’t get the needed sex scene just after, but it’s coming... from me. But did you notice that they played their music when they were holding hands until the end. 

ps: Ser Harrold Westerling is currently MIA, if you have seen him, please report to the authorities of Westeros. Or maybe episode 9 was his noble exit?

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 85

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Queen Rhaenyra and Ser Criston Cole died a week before Sunfyre choked on Lady Ida Strong, the last of Lord Lyonel Strong’s daughters, and followed suit.

In the meantime, Tyrstane Truefyre had rose as king, the Shepherd as his rival and Borros Baratheon made quick work of them before the moon was over.

Corlys had not been freed by any of the three kings, although Trystane had given him good food and a better cell hoping to get the Seasnake to bend the knee.

Borros had only come after Viserys’ by-blow had been cruelly executed along with his oh so loyal retainer and arrested every damn lamb following the Shepherd.

“You think her Rhaenyra, but she is all Rhaenys.” Corlys said when Borros came down for a visit. “Better than your new son by a league.”

Poor Cassandra Baratheon, humiliated by her own husband who could not even get it up.

But eight and ten year old Cassie gets a crown, and her father gets to become Hand, who knew Baratheon would want to follow Otto Hightower’s example?

“Your Silver Queen is just a girl like mine or worse, a mad little queen, or so it’s said.” Borros countered and passed him the wineskin.

A gift from Aegon, stolen from Laenor’s prized collection Rhaenyra had kept for the children.

“They called Daenys mad too and look how that turned out.” Corlys pointed out.

In retrospect, revealing Aemma’s ability had given their enemies ammunition, but then again, what did they have except stories the Clubfoot and Rhaenyra’s fool made up?

“So you say, Velaryon. But she is still just a woman, controlled by her husband like you controlled my cousin.” Borros smirked.

To say such a thing was to invite a gruesome death by Corlys’ own hand.

He and Rhaenys were equals in their marriage, something Borros would never believe given he thinks women only exist to serve men.

“Aemma is still your kin, the blood of Jocelyn Baratheon runs through her veins and that of her baby boy. Do you really want to risk the life of your sons, the living and unborn one, for a man who cannot make a wife out of your sweet Cassie?”

Baratheon could not afford to lose his precious sons. Royce had been a miracle in itself and Elenda knew her husband’s sudden good nature depended on this last baby to have a cock between his legs.

Maegor had been cursed to lose any child sired by him, even the bastards sired before he murdered Aenys all died unnaturally young.

“You play well, Seasnake, but unless Laenor’s precious little girl comes with her army, you are going to have to bend your knee to my new son.”

“We could just take the city and be done with it.” Aemma suggests and their council thinks her insane.

The city had descended into anarchy and many loyalists had been killed during the past moon.

The Greens had taken it back thanks to Borros Baratheon a week ago, and the current strategy was to have them bring Aegon out of hiding and then descend on him with fire and blood.

The Rivermen and Northmen would draw Baratheon and his fresh army out of the city, Aemond and Aemma would fly to the Red Keep and finish his brother once and for all.

If they are lucky, Cassandra will kill him for them.

If they are not, they become kinslayers in truth.

“And when the Usurper’s army closes in on you, your grace, what will you do?” Sabitha asks her as if she were one of her children and not her sovereign.

Criston had left plans that the remaining council had fine-tuned in his memory.

He died with her mother’s name on his lips, or so it was said.

Him holding her as they died together while her baby brother screamed at the horrific sight before him.

The fishermen were knighted for their service, mother cremated by Moondancer and Ser Criston’s bones sent to his parents out of gratitude.

If Lord Baratheon and Lord Dondarrion had something to say against it, they were very welcome to discuss it with them when they meet in battle.

Aegon was safe in Driftmark, with Baela and Vaemond keeping Dragonstone trapped behind a blockade.

Grandfather was languishing in the Black Cells, Aunt Alarra had been smuggled out when Perkin the Flea and his puppet king had taken the Red Keep and rumor had it that Aegon would execute him today if he did not bend the knee.

“I do not like this waiting, Lady Frey, that is all. I just want this to be over once and for all.” The princess acquiesced with a half-meant apology.

“No one does, but we must.”

Morning comes with bad news.

“If you do not bend the knee, they will kill them.” Baratheon warns.

Driftmark had been taken.

Aegon captured a heavily pregnant Baela and Alyn who remained on the island as a last line of defense.

Vaemond had managed to take little Aeg to Duskendale, but Baela had refused to leave and said Aegon had no dragon to defeat them only to have Aegon’s sailswords kill Moondancer in the air.

“My knees are old and stiff and do not bend easily,” Lord Corlys responded, before setting forth terms of his own.

Terms Aegon would never accept but would buy them all time.

He demanded pardons for himself and all those who had fought against him. Especially his grandchildren and Rhaenyra’s son.

He asked for Meleys’ head to be given to him and displayed in a place of honor in High Tide, for a betrothal between little Aegon and Aegon’s daughter, Jaehaera, and for Prince Aemond to be reinstated as Aegon’s heir.

“The realm has been split asunder,” he said feigning loyalty. “We must needs join it back together.” Lord Baratheon’s daughters did not interest him, but he wanted his family freed at once.

As expected Aegon would refuse and would do so the moment he came into the city, so he could have the pleasure of taking the Seasnake’s head in person.

In the last days of the 130 after conquest, Aegon the Second, more commonly remembered as Aegon the Usurper, returned to the city he lost to retake a throne that was never his on a trading cog called Mouse given as payment to Marilda of Hull for birthing Ser Laenor’s bastards.

It is the last day of the year when two dragons are sighted on the Kingsroad.

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Fire and blood-Chapter 14: Kinslayer

CONCEPT: You are now slowly adjusting to life in your new cage and try to keep from breaking but it is not a small task. Aemond ''slays'' luc and you are invited to his celebration feast as his meal.

Warnings: Kidnapping, abuse, non-con, dub-con, dom-sub, aegon having a addiction at this point.

The next day you wake up when a guard brings you breakfast. It is plain soup with a plain bread. You look at it, confused. 'Can't I speak with Aemond or Aegon?' You assumed this cage. This life was punishment enough.

The guard is the same asshole who made inappropriate comments about your relationship with the king. And he is not done with you just yet. 'King Aegon, and Prince Aemond to you. And no. They specifically said they did not have time for you.' You know you should feel relief, but you hate that.

You do not believe either of them as well. You just know that Aegon does not rule his kingdom, that Aemond has every moment of every day to do what he wants as well, and that they both want to punish you by isolating you like this.

Your teeth grit, and you grab hold of one of the bars of your cell. You must look like so wild beast with your hair not brushed and your clothing from 2 days prior. 'Why not?' You ignore the pain.

He steps closer but is still careful not to come near you. 'Didn't you hear? It is a joyous occasion. Last night, Prince Aemond slew his nephew.' Unlike that guard, your heart is not made of stone.

On paper, this guard might think that this is a good thing for house of Aegon and his reign. You know better. You know the Greens. You know the Blacks. You know Rhaenyra, and you know what any mother would do for a child. 'He what?' You try to keep your voice neutral and careless, but if Aemond was in your cell right now, you would smack him so hard with a book that there might be some pernament damage.

And there is the final question that remains. Was it the boy that was dancing with you, that Aemond killed or the boy who was still finding out who he really was? The guard has no respect for you or your thoughts. 'He killed Lucerys. That bastard born boy.' That would get his tongue removed merely months ago when Viserys was still alive. Now, it does nothing.

A maid comes downstairs as well leading a whole group of other maids. You first think that you recognize a few from your former group of attendees, but that is not true after all, and it breaks your heart. You do not know what those monsters did with your innocent girls, but you can guess, and you just know that whatever they picked, they don't deserve to be punished for your mistakes.

The girl in front glances at your breasts. 'You're not as pretty as I was led to believe you were.' She spats out randomly. You roll your eyes at her insult.

You, in fact, do not care, but the past days have been hell. 'I am sorry to disappoint you. How about you open my cage and I'll show you why they say that bees stings can be deadly?' You do not have any weapon, so breaking her neck will have to do.

She smirks smugly. 'Do that, and your prince and king will punish you. The king allows you out for tonight as we celebrate the achievements of His Highness Aemond Targaryen.' His achievements? You saw Aemond fight in courtyards in mock battles. You saw that time and time again. Criston got beaten. You do not want to know how scared Luc must have been.

Your eyes scan the room. The maid unlocks your cell with a familair heart-shaped key and takes you with her under the protection of the guard.

You are brought to the royal bathrooms this time as they are closer than your old bathroom. The tub is much bigger and is made with large golden dragon shaped details. You are stripped and pushed inside the hot water that nearly burns your skin. Two maids each grab an arm of you when two others hold you down and begin scrubbing your skin with brushes and other.

They apply painful wax on your bodyparts and use it to get rid of some hairs that have grown during your imprisonment. You bite your lips and growl when they remove it. 'What is this for? I do not want to see either of them.' You Growl.

The maid chuckles. 'Shut up, whore. Be glad they take liking to you.' The head maid grins and picks a cotton wash cloth before dipping it in a weird scrub with plants mixed in it. She applies it to your face before gently scrubbing it almost into your skin. It is like she wants to remove your skin.

By the time you are done, the bath water is cold like ice. ---

You are escorted to the dinner hall. You had your first dinner here with Aemond and Aegon. You used to dance with Jace in this very room. You shiver by the memory of his hands on your body.

The guard opens the door and waits outside. You wait for them to announce you. But they never do. It hits you that they never will. You are a nameless titleless thing now. You will never hear your House name again. You consider running back to your cage. You consider jumping out a window. You do not want to go in there.

Your hand is grabbed by the maid and she drags you inside, proudly showing off her work to the prince and the King.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see how beautiful Aemond looks. His silver hairs are still the same, but he wears a golden green Targaryen uniform with a suiting dark sapphire in the middle of the Crest.

Aegon, on the other hand.. Aegon has dark circles under his eyes and hangs half in his chair with his feet on the table. He grins when drinking directly from a pitcher, not just a cup, and smirks when he notices you entering. You walk cautious and careful.

Aemond uses his fingers to lick away some sweet whipped cream from the bowl where once strawberries were waiting for him. He licks it off and watches you entraced with his finger still in his mouth. You turn your head around quickly, looking for any other person of the royal family. It is just them.

Aegon gets up from his chair and walks over to you, waggling on his legs. You worry he might fall flat on his face and grab hold of his arms to stablize him. 'Aegon,' you worriedly start but you stop yourself. 'I mean, my king.'

You are suddenly grabbed by your arms and pulled closer to him. 'Did I ever tell you how much I hate your house colours? Green makes you so fuckable, Lady Beesbury.' He whispers when brushing his lips against your neck. You shiver unintended. 'Much better than that ugly yellow and black.'

You ignore it. He is drunk. 'Yes, my king.' You say obedient. He grins and grabs your arms before dragging you off to Aemond.

He nearly sings when presenting you to his brother. 'O, Aemond! I got you a present.' You.

Aemond stops fingering the whipped cream out of the bowl and eyes you confused. 'What is she doing out of her cage?' He says but you notice he has effort to keep his one eye from staring at your very inviting neckline.

The king slaps your behind and you yelp a little helpless. He grins before kissing your hair lovingly. Like he used to. 'She is here for you.'

The prince's lips curl together in a smirk. He sits back for this and eagerly waits for his prize to be handed to him. Your legs are shaking. Aegon touches the bodice of your dress, making you shiver. 'Do you like how I made her dress? The maids spend hours on her.' He says, torturing both you and Aemond with his lengthy talk.

His brother nod eagerly. He clears his throat before speaking. 'They did a amazing job with her. We should let her be dressed more often.' You do not like how rough they were with washing and dressing you.

Aegon grins before kissing your cheeks. 'I am boring him. Look at that man. He is so eager to be inside of you. You'll make him happy, understand? He earns a reward for being a hero to our kingdom.'

Our Kingdom. If only you were born a Targaryen. If only you were good enough for him to be considered as his wife. You picture yourself sitting the throne, next to him when holding his hand. You shake your vision away with eyes that sting from tears and walk to his brother.

Aemond greets you with a kiss on your hand like you are still a lady. 'You'll always be Lady Beesbury to me, little bee.' He says with a cruel grin. 'But just so you know: I am not in the mood for any rebellion or funny things today. I want my prize.' He ends that sentence with a low cruel purr before grabbing hold of your hips and pushing you in his lap. You squirm there helplessly for a moment until Aemond's lips are pushed on your own. You feel him lead the kiss and softly kiss him back, still on his lips. You taste the strawberries he had early, along with wine and other delicious goods. Your belly who only got bread hurts.

The green with golden robe that covers your body is ripped open, exposing your body to the prince. He grabs your wrists and holds you down, forcing you to lay down on the table between empty plates. Aegon walks around the table and takes a good look at you before talking to his brother, a smile on his lips. 'She is yours tonight. She'll be good.' There is a hidden warning there for you.

He briefly touches your nippels before stepping away. Aemond gets up and hangs over you before stripping himself of his pants. He grins when forcing your chin into his hands and leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. You feel shivers run over your spine.

With a grunt, Aemond enters you. You are wet, but it does not feel right. Aegon sits in a chair and patiently watches you get fucked by his brother. Aemond groans as if he is an animal, and the grunts do you more good than bad. You are turned on by the idea of Aegon watching you go at it with his brother. Aegon keeps drinking as Aemond fucks you sore on the table. You feel already tired. Aemond collects you from the table and throws you over his shoulders. You protest with a soft yelp but it no use. He uses the secret passaway to go his rooms. You end up on the hard desk. 'Can't we make love gently on your bed? I prefer your bed.' You say. He chuckles before kissing you. 'I'll fuck you how I want.' He says before becoming himself again. He glares at you and kisses your mouth again this time with his tongue.

You hear him open a drawer and search through pencils and quils. He sighs before standing up and walking to his nightstand. He opens the drawer of that one as well. 'What are you looking for, Aemond?' Maybe you can help.

He is not in the mood for your help or your questions. 'My left eye.' He says full of sarcasm. 'I am not in need of help or rescue, stay where you are or you'll regret it.' He warns before sinking to his knees and laying down on the ground to look under his bed. 'Ah, there it is.' He says and returns back to you.

You finally see what he picked up from the ground and feel your mouth run dry. Aemonds slim fingers rapidly touch the chains he is holding as he smirks at your terrified face. He grabs hold of your chin and squeezes. 'Exciting, hm?' You give a weak quick nod hoping he he won't use the chains.

He grabs your hands and forces them on your back when chaining your hands together. You softly whimper. 'I don't like chains.' You softly mutter. You doubt he even heard you.

You groan and moan at the same time and whimper softly when he slides back in taking you deep and through. Your body has little cresent shaped prints of where his nails are digging inside you. Your tied up hands are grabbed. You are forced to kneel as is usual and he fucks you when standing behind you with you bended on the desk. Your cries and grunts fill the room as pleasure slowly builds up deep inside your core. You enjoy it. You want to buck back but know the risk. He whispers that you can't.

You gently fuck him back and wait for him to notice how eager and wet you are for him. The last time he had his cock slammed inside you was so long ago. Your body became accustomed to his way of fucking. You just wish he'd do you a favour and would let you finish. You need pleasure so badly.

Aemond rocks you with three rough fuckings. The desk cracks under your body as you are pushed and pulled over it. It hurts you, but you know better than to complain. 'I am so close gods...'

'Remember that I do you a favour now.' He says. He gives one two and a final trust before fucking you very quickly and shortly. It comes close. You are used to long, deep trusts, but this works better than you imagined. You think of Aegon's hands wrapped around your throat when lightly toying with you and how his cum drips down the corners of your mouth. How his cock pushes down between your legs and how he whispers in his ear that you are his and his alone. You feel it build faster and you can't hold back the scream.

You are a bit dizzy by lust. You feel him take root deep inside you before slamming himself against you. You feel his breath and his saliva on your back, and you wonder how long he can last before coming as well. You feel him tighten his grip and bow your head down, and you notice how fast he goes. You let out little cries of happiness and approval fucking him back as fast as you can. He curses in high valyrian and compliments how wet you are for him, before losing control and coming inside you. You approve of that. You like being filled up even.

You give him a grin. You get in position on his bed. He eyes you confused. 'What are you doing on my bed?'

You turn on your knees. 'I am still wet. Perhaps we can turn it into a lesson?' You suggest. He grins. 'I'm listening...' He sits down next to you on the bed.

You pin him down and climb on top. He grins lazily. You roll on his body and gently roll against it. Frustrated, you cry out. He grabs hold of your hips and flips so you are under. You feel him enter and hold back a soft moan. He slides in and out, torturing you with small, little movements. You both finish groaning.

Aemond falls asleep, satisfied. You slowly get the robe from the ground and put it on.

--- You walk back to your cage. An arm suddenly hooks itself around your body, and you scream when you are pulled into a room. You are surprised to see a long, forgotten kind face. Aegon. He eyes even more drunk and simply drags you with him to his rooms.

You enjoy the familair room. You enjoy the feeling of his sheets wrapped around your body and the smell of his scent in the air. You snuggle up to his back and wrap your arms around his body. You slowly lean in closely and touch his abs. Not to touch his body but to feel the beat of his heart. You need to be reminded that he is the same man who you fell in love with. Aegon takes your hands and touches your fingers, gently rubbing them before kissing your knuckles. You are pushed closer to him by him, and he mumbles something before falling asleep. You soon join him.

When you wake up, there is trouble. Something is wrong. You feel it right away. Your Aegon is gone. Without explanation. He is just gone. Hmm. Odd. You think to yourself.

The door is nearly kicked open and two guards enter the rooms of the king and queen. You sit up and quickly cover yourself with the sheets. 'I- I am just leaving.' You quickly say before they can punish you.

One of the two guards has dark green eyes. His voice is empty. His eyes are hollow. 'Where are the children?' He asks.

You think. 'Children? I do not know of any children.' Until you realise they must be looking for the twins. 'Did something happen with the prince and Princess? Does the king know?' This can not be good.

The guard with the scar starts searching in big chests and under beds. You realise then, and only then that these are not guards. Their uniforms are now that you've paid more attention to it, too big. Their swords are not classic knight attire, and you see blood on one of the swords. 'Make sure we have the right room.' The man with the green eyes studies you when you back away slowly. The other calmly grabs a map and starts studying it.

The Green eyed man chuckles when he sees your terrified face. 'You'll stay.' He says threatening.

He shares a glance. 'Take the girl.' You realise they are talking about you. You bolt but are not fast enough. One of the two grabs you and smacks you across your face, hitting you. You whimper out loud. 'No! Let go of me!' You beg. The one with the green eyes takes out a potion and feeds it to you. You quickly try to spit it out, but it's already too late. You feel the effect take place and can no longer move your hands or feet or speak.

'She can be moved.' The scarred one laughs before grabbing you.

The other is not so sure about this. 'What about the kid?' He asks in doubt. 'Our king was very clear. An eye for an eye. A son for a son. This is not a son.'

'We got the Queen. This is worth more to them.' You doubt it and feel something hit you on your head.

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

Hello! I don't know if you've been asked this before, but what are your thoughts on Orodreth? Do you prefer him being the son of Finarfin or the son of Angrod? What do you think he was like as a ruler? Or as a father to Finduilas/Gil-Galad?

Hi! Thanks for the ask! :) Sorry it took me a while to get back to you!

I prefer Orodreth as the son of Angrod, since that was what Tolkien eventually settled on (even though it contradicts The Silmarillion). I just wish we had more details about his wife and his relationships with his children. So this is a really good ask!

The first thing that stands out to me about Orodreth is how much loss he experienced in a relatively short period of time. Angrod and Aegnor were killed in the Dagor Bragollach, and shortly afterward Sauron attacked Minas Tirith and Orodreth was forced to retreat to Nargothrond. (I assume that Eðellos lived with Angrod, so she most likely died in the Dagor Bragollach too. If so, then Orodreth lost both his parents at the same time.) At that point Finrod and Galadriel were his only surviving uncle and aunt (though she may have left Beleriand by this time). Then Finrod also gets killed by Sauron, leaving Orodreth to rule in his stead... Like many of the Noldor, he took on the burden of kingship while also dealing with personal grief.

In terms of how Orodreth was as a father, I think he would have been a loving parent who was very close to his children. I mostly base this on the fact that he lost so many members of his family, so I think he would have been very devoted to Gil-galad and Finduilas. In the version(s) of the story in The Lays of Beleriand, Orodreth is at first skeptical of Túrin when he comes to Nargothrond, but Finduilas speaks on his behalf and Orodreth listens to her, so he clearly valued her advice.

Also, if we assume that Gil-galad was Orodreth's son (which I do), he and Finduilas could have been with Orodreth at Minas Tirith. I don't know... it just lends a certain tragedy and weight to Gil-galad's eventual leading of the Last Alliance and his final stand against Sauron. Obviously all the Elves hated Sauron, but it's interesting to think that Gil-galad would have literally been driven from his home by Sauron when he was fairly young.

Orodreth's wife is never named and or even mentioned, which feels very conspicuous in The Lays of Beleriand because the story is more fully developed. Finduilas plays a large role; I have to assume that if Orodreth's wife had been alive she would have also played a role in the story. For this reason I have to assume that she is dead by that point in time. It would make sense, as terrible as it is to say, if she had been killed when Sauron took Minas Tirith.

One of Orodreth's best moments, I think, was when he expelled the Fëanorians from Nargothrond and didn't let his people kill them. Of course, what Celegorm and Curufin had done was terrible, and Orodreth had every reason to hate them, but I respect him for keeping the moral high ground and not letting his people become Kinslayers themselves. He should get more credit for his restraint. Given how much the Fëanorians took from him personally (they murdered his kin at Alqualondë, they made him and his family cross the Helcaraxë, they plotted to usurp Finrod and indirectly got him killed...) he showed remarkable restraint.

I think Orodreth was generally a wise ruler, the decision to listen to Túrin being the fatal exception to the rule. The fall of Nargothrond was utterly tragic, but I also can't really fault Orodreth for it, because everyone who met Túrin was ensnared in his curse somehow. Still, what's so awful about it is that the fall of Nargothrond led to the death of Finduilas. And of course, if the two of them were especially close, which I think they were, then that makes her death, which was caused by his worst error in judgement, that much more painful.

[dreamsanddragons]

My S2 prediction is that Blood and Cheese is not going to happen the way we expect it to, as it did in the book. Obviously spoilers will be ahead if you aren’t already familiar with the events of the book.

(deleted my first version of this post because I forgot about Maelor not showing up in the show yet)

I’ve got a few theories as to how it will happen.

To start with some background, in Fire and Blood, when Luke’s death happens, Daemon is not at Dragonstone with Rhaenyra. At that point in time he is taking over Harrenhal and securing support for the Blacks in the Riverlands. He sends a raven to Rhaenyra saying “an eye for an eye, a son for a son”. It is from there he reaches out to Mysaria and arranges for the infamous Blood and Cheese incident.

Rhaenyra in the show, does not seem to be the type to just kill an innocent child. If it is anyone’s head she is after, it is going to be Aemond’s. And book wise, it isn’t ever mentioned if Rhaenyra approved of the Blood and Cheese plot. One of the sources mentioned that Rhaenyra had a horror of kinslaying, which was why she was delaying an attack on King’s Landing, though this was from a source writing years later; another source, the fool Mushroom, said that at the time she was too grief stricken over Luke’s death to take any action. Mushroom, while present at the time, is not considered to be the most reliable narrator, but honestly I think this is an instance where we can take his word for it. She had just lost her father, gave birth to a stillborn daughter, AND her other son was killed by his uncle while on an envoy mission where he was forbidden to take up arms. Kinslaying is also considered to be one of the worst crimes of the realm, and Maegor the Cruel was thought to have been cursed by his slaying of his nephew Aegon. Also in the book, before the “peace terms” were sent to Rhaenyra, she stated her half brothers and her “sweet sister” Helaena, were being led astray by evil men, and should they bend the knee to her and ask for forgiveness she would “take them back into my heart, for they are of my own blood, and no man or woman is as accursed as the kinslayer. I think these things will be all true for Rhaenyra in the show, at least as of where the show left off (though I don’t think we really know how Rhaenyra really feels about her siblings in the show).

At this time of where we are in the show, I don’t think Rhaenyra would approve of the Blood and Cheese plot (if she is asked for approval of the plot as it happens in the book; it is possible Daemon could either not ask for approval or just not give her the full details). It could change, in the book Aegon does throw a big party for his brother for killing Luke and that might just set her off, but even then I don’t think she would go for one of Helaena’s children. She did look out for blood in the last image we saw of her, but I’m still on the fence if she would go after one of the little children instead of one of her brothers.

Also, in the books, Helaena takes her children at dusk every day to see their grandmother who is living in a part of the Red Keep that is easier to get to than the rest of the Red Keep. This is how Blood and Cheese were able to get to the children. However, Helaena doesn’t actually seem to be that close to her mother in the show, as evidenced by how Helaena seems to hate it when Alicent tries to touch her.

Daemon does however seem to know a lot of the secret passages in the Red Keep so maybe that is how it goes down.

There is also the fact that Maelor has not been shown to exist in the show yet. And in the book, Haelena had chosen him to die as he was just an infant and would not know what is going on. They have played fast and loose with the timeline, i.e the fact that Aemond is apparently supposed to be 18/19 in the show when the time jumps we got only showed 16 years passing and they never showed us Aemond as a baby.

So my predictions:

Blood and Cheese aren’t even done by the Black faction. It is Larys Strong’s doing to make the Blacks look bad. I wouldn’t put it past him, he took Alicent’s “I wish my father were here” to mean “burn my brother and father to death in a brutal attack using murderers whose tongues I cut out? Say no more”.

Blood and Cheese are done by Daemon, but they were meant to go after Aemond or maybe Aegon and decided to go rogue for some reason, or were paid off by Larys to go after Jaehaerys instead.

Daemon could put out a general bounty on one of the Targaryen sons in King’s Landing and Blood and Cheese took whatever opportunity they could and went after the easiest target.

They decide to axe Maelor being involved at all or have him born after Blood and Cheese, so they make Haelena choose between the twins. Or they could have Alicent choose, or maybe even Aegon? Could be a weird twist and commentary on how male children are preferred over female children in terms of inheritance, especially if Alicent is made to choose.

And this is probably the most likely one, Blood and Cheese happens for the most part like it does in the book (they just brush over Maelor never even being mentioned to exist in S1 like how they have never mentioned Daeron existing), but it is Alicent who is forced to choose between her grandsons (or the twins). An added variation is that she could be forced to choose between one of her sons and one of her grandsons.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

As High King Fingolfin came down from his orgasm, he noticed his lover was frowning.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?”

“Don’t start that again, you were tender and careful as always.”

“Did you not come? I’m a bit worn out, but I can use my hand.”

“You saw me come quite dramatically over your abs. I’m perfectly comfortable and you were in no way neglectful of my needs.”

“Than what’s wrong?”

“I just said I’m comfortable, there’s no need to worry over me.”

"And yet I do. Obviously something is troubling you, and I would hear it even if I cannot solve it.”

Celebrimbor sighed. “You called me Curufinwe.”

“Ah. I’m sorry, I know you don’t prefer that name.”

“If you’re going to pretend that you’re screwing someone else, at least call him Feanaro so I know who I’m substituting for. I’d rather stand in for someone who is truly impossible to reach rather than someone who merely requires an inconvenient amount of effort. If you want to fuck my father, you need only send a letter to Himlad.”

“I have absolutely no interest in Curufin!”

“So call me by my grandfather’s name or my own, but not his. I’m only asking for clarity, not attraction on my own behalf.”

“Celebrimbor, you have the last already. I am picturing only you when we pleasure each other, in every detail of your own beauty. I will of course use the name you wish, but there is no reason to be bitter about a slip of the tongue.”

“And yet you don’t deny attraction to Feanaro. Even if I am not a replacement, you still desire him.”

“If Feanaro were here and willing, I would still choose you.”

“But it would be a choice, weighing two options that you want but you can only have one.”

“Feanor was bright like a fire, hot and changing but impossible to spend long near. You glitter like a jewel, always having a new angle, reflecting your own beauty and that of all around you, brilliant and clear. You’re right that fire can fascinate, but I cannot hold it and do not wish to.”

“Fine, I accept that you are not wishing for another. I still don’t want to hear my father’s name in the midst of pleasure.”

“I see your point. I am not ashamed to associate with you, but still I wouldn’t like to explain our relationship to Finwe. ”

“My father wouldn’t disown me as long as I give him a reason he can approve of.”

“Oh? And what reason would he possibly accept for you fucking your great-uncle, and your esteemed grandfather’s greatest rival?”

“Blackmail,” Celebrimbor said with a sharp grin. “I seduced you so that I could steer the political fate of the Noldor. If our relationship got out, everyone would lose their trust in you, either for screwing an evil Feanorian kinslayer or you taking advantage of my youth and naivety. So you have to advance my plans or else I’ll ruin you before the whole court. And of course with so much time around you, I will learn of the secret plots you doubtless have against my family.”

The closest Celebrimbor had come to using their relationship for political favors was asking for a room on the same hall and a private smithy. Every other agenda was argued before the whole court, never spoken of in their rooms either before or after it was resolved.

“Would Curufin really ask you to sacrifice yourself so completely to his goals, using your most intimate moments and actions to cynically further an agenda?”

“It’s less than Grandfather required of him and my uncles - it would last a few decades or centuries, rather than until the end of Arda. But he wouldn’t actually approve the plan. It would make me look weak for one, to play the victim of your unwanted lecherous advances, the young innocent gave in before the crown and the personality rather than fight back. Since this is my first time before the court, I must show them I am to be respected and feared.”

“That is a lot to ask from someone in a new situation.”

“Perhaps, but my father has always expected me to be exceptional.”

ao3

[magpiecaranthir]

There is a question eating at my mind: how would Tinwë react to Maglor’s version of Old Maggie Took? I’d die for a crossover of the two…

And because my sleep deprived brain likes to come up with weird questions at night, how would she feels toward to my cabbage patch elflings? I already have a few headcanons but I am interested in what you think.

OH OH OH Its gonna be a really long one so under the cut (you gave me an idea and I might as well write a whole fucking fic now bc I couldnt stop lol) ^^

Ok so first how Tinwe would react to Old Maggie?

Ok so in OWWSAF we put it in a tiny paragraph that Maglor died, right? So by all means tinwe doesnt think she'll see her big brother again. But then if we screw the timeline a bit to make it so that she's in Imladris when he and Liló go there for the first time, Lindir recognizes Maglor.

And how would Tinwe react to your Cabbage Patch elflings??

Of course he does. He sometimes watches tinwe paint when she's in the valley and he watched her more than once sketch that face. Even if lindir wouldnt be the one to recognise Maglor, Erestor would. Or anyone else left of the formerly feanorian host. And BOI they would not know what to do.

On one hand, they now have the thrice kinslayer who suddenly popped up from... the shire??? With a toddler????

On the other they have a (known to react very harshly) wife of the captain of the guard who does not speak of her family to others unless it's to remind them that they were the ones holding the North, not the Sindar of Doriath.

By the time the people who realize that problem decide to keep their mouths shut and pray ecthelion has the sense to keep tinwe away from everyone else until Maglor disappears again, Tinwe gets found by Liló.

Of course she does.

And Liló is just a baby but shes a smart baby who remembers the bedtime story Maglor told her about his siblings and she remembers he had a little sister with white hair and lilo obviously is convinced tinwe is that sister (even if she werent, lilo equals white haired elf to Maglor's sister).

So LILO drags tinwe to 'her ada'.

Tinwe sees Maglor.

Tinwe calmly asks for lilo to go play somewhere else. Everybody knows what's coming. Ecthelion manages to get the concealed daggers off tinwe before she charges at that mf and throws him on the ground in a chokehold.

Screaming. Blaming. Absolute guilt tripping and gaslighting on her part (she's going to feel bad about it later bc that's her big brother she has her big brother back maglors there he can cuddle her shes not the last- but first she's getting her anger out. He left her alone. And got a fucking perfect life with a BABY!

She's not going to stop being hostile towards him, but she's doing it lowkey like just occasionally mentioning she got tortured for Celebrimbor while Maglor was doing fuck-all and that's why her hands tremble every so often, or how she has been keeping the dunlendings safe while Maglor was having tea partys (her coming clean about Caranthir and haley's marriage is a WHOLE other conversation they're having at some point) but she's only doing that when lilo isnt around.

She's sweet with lilo. She's a baby. She's cute. Tinwe is a sucker for babies just like she was with Lindir. Teaches lilo how to paint. Encourages lilo to paint on everything in Maglor's smial.

It takes a few years of tinwe coming to terms with Maglor being alive, but the hostility ceases bc that's her only family left that's her big brother he knows her and loves her even in her anger and Big emotions and she doesnt want to lose him again

When she's over it, she goes to the Shire with ecthelion. He says it's to make sure she doesnt get harmed on the way there, but they both know it's because he wants to see that shit for himself.

Oh god she would just flop over like Maglor did. Like what the fuck?? Faint of disbelief. Why the fuck do babies grow like that???

And the second shes digested that change of her reality, ecthelion's just casually like "so... remember how we have a very nice garden?"

And yeah tinwe is hesitant because Doom and shit, but pls she always wanted to be a mum. She always wanted babies and she wanted them with ecthelion.

So yeah. They plant a baby. So what.

While their bby grows she is absolutely doting on the double twins from Elladan and elrohir. Just stealing one or two away for a day or two or five bc they are babies they are so cute 🥺

She's also the first ti see the signs of their neurodicergence bc she's nd herself and remembers well the struggle it was growing up and e.g. not understanding why you wanted to rip the pretty dress auntie Allen gifted you off your back while you're crying so hard you cant speak (hint: the fabric was capital b Bad). So she just starts getting accommodations and dropping hints about how others can deal with these things when she notices them

Their own bby gets born (hatches? Gets harvested?) And of fucking course its twins. Twins with white hair, too, bc tinwes genes bullied Ecthelion's into submission lol.

[simplynotcapable]

how do you think Visenya and Baelon would've done if they got incarnated later into the Targaryen dynasty? Kids of Aegon V, or siblings of Aerys II or siblings of Rhaegar or something?

Hi anon!

I think if Baelon and Visenya were born at almost any other time (assuming Baelon was not a firstborn son), they would be largely footnotes on the grander scheme of history. Baelon doesn’t really want the throne or power, he just takes on the responsibility because he feels like it would disrespect his mother’s sacrifice to do otherwise. In a part of history where his father didn’t kill his mother for him, he’s going to care even less.

So as kids of Aegon V:

We’re assuming Baelon is born after Duncan and Jaehaerys, but even if he wasn’t our boy is probably not going to be king. Way more likely he punts it off to his younger brother.

Aegon V was very against incestuous marriages, so Baelon and Visenya would be betrothed to other people. I say that probably lasts right up until they’re 15-16 years old at most because they’re going to run off and get married. I think the difference here between them running off and Jaehaerys and Shaera doing the same thing is that Baelon and Visenya probably aren’t going to go back. Because like…what’s waiting for them there? An angry father, royal duties, responsibilities neither of them have ever really wanted or asked for? They’re going to steal a bunch of shit right before they leave the Keep, get married, and then fuck off to somewhere like Essos. They’ll live their silly little lives being in love and careless and dumb.

It’s likely they’d still be alive during Robert’s Rebellion and even for the events of the series, but I don’t think they’d involve themselves very much. Definitely not in the wars themselves because they wrote themselves out of it on purpose and also they’re old now. They don’t know any of the Targaryens still alive or particularly care about them. They don’t have the same sense of familial loyalty that they do when they’re born during the Dance, and what they did have for their siblings did not transfer over to their brother’s kids and grandkids.

Robert has people watching them undoubtedly, but I don’t think he’d try to have them killed. They’re both old and fled the throne once, there’s no indication they’d want to fight for it now.

They would support Dany’s claim, though, in a very distant “yeah hope she gets it back” kind of way, and they would be very excited at the thought of her bringing back the dragons.

Since we don’t know how the books end yet, I can’t really say for sure beyond that point, except Baelon and Visenya are perfectly happy where they are and aren’t getting involved with anything even if asked.

Siblings of Aerys II:

(We are again assuming Aerys’s younger siblings.)

Baelon and Visenya are going to be married, though we’ll leave it up in the air why Jaehaerys felt strongly enough to argue with his father about it. Maybe the wood witch’s prophecy involved them, too.

Robert’s Rebellion never happens because Baelon’s gonna kill Aerys himself.

One thing that mostly always stays the same about Baelon is that he is very protective of his sisters. Especially Visenya but all of his sisters. Baelon does not let people put their hands on his sisters, full stop, regardless of every other factor of his relationship with them. He doesn’t have a particularly close relationship with Rhaella. They aren’t even friends, really, it’s nothing like our Baelon’s relationship with Rhaenyra. But the second he finds out Aerys is abusing her, he’s a dead man.

Which is a difficult decision, no doubt, because Baelon does care about his brother in his own way, but he has been watching him spiral further and further into madness every year. And now his unhappy marriage has turned into an abusive one, and Visenya tells him that Rhaella cries in the night??

Baelon very cheerfully decides to become a kinslayer, and Visenya is basically like “okay babe be safe love you”

I’m not sure how exactly he’d manage it, being as Aerys was so damned paranoid about everything and everyone, but he’d find a way. Single-handedly saving the Targaryen dynasty by murdering his brother before he can kill Ned Stark’s dad and brother, before Rhaegar takes Lyanna. Rhaegar probably isn’t even married to Elia yet.

Downside, Dany and Viserys won’t exist because their dad is dead well before they’re supposed to be born.

Now, the real question after this is Rhaegar.

Rhaegar was reportedly very uneasy about his father but hoping to just wait him out, since Tywin was handling matters of ruling pretty well, and he didn’t want to have to move against his father. But I don’t think that would be enough to make him be like “yeah okay unc, fair enough, you’re good”, especially since Aerys wouldn’t have yet reached the height of his madness. At the very, very, very least he’d get sent to the wall, but it’s way more likely he’d be executed.

Visenya can’t go to the wall, and they can’t be together if Baelon is dead, so they must likely bolt immediately after he kills Aerys and do not come back. Unlike when they do this as Aegon V’s children, they are never going to be able to just sit still and live. They are going to spend the rest of their lives running, and whether they get caught or not entirely depends on how viciously Rhaegar decides to chase them.

Or at least a good bit of their lives, until the Long Night comes and Rhaegar has bigger problems to worry about because Baelon might have accidentally made it so the prince(ss) who was promised was never born.

(I am a firm believer that it is Dany, but I know that is only a theory so decide on that how you will.)

Rhaegar’s siblings:

This is the one case where I think that Baelon and Visenya would fight for the throne, less because they want it or care but because of the murder of their family.

I think it would be interesting if they and Dany were triplets because of the whole three-headed dragon thing, but it’s more likely they were born between Viserys and Dany.

(If they were closer in age to Rhaegar, Baelon would be on the battlefield with him and Visenya back with Elia at the Keep, so they would both be dead.)

The thing is that Baelon and Viserys are constantly at each other’s throats, because Viserys is a nasty little shit who thinks he’s special. Baelon is younger than him, and, like Aemond, he’s small until he hits puberty and has several gigantic growth spurts. Viserys is older and bigger, so for a long while of their childhood Baelon can’t really do anything when one of them “wakes the dragon” and their brother has a fit.

Once he does suddenly shoot up to significantly bigger than Viserys, the dragon wakes a lot less.

Shocker.

Viserys also initially wants to sell Visenya to the Dothraki, and when Baelon immediately has a knife pointed at him, he tells him if it isn’t Visenya then it will have to be Dany. And Baelon looks at Dany and Visenya, kind of huddled up against each other, and Dany’s thirteen. She’s a baby. His baby sister, and he loves her so much, he does.

He loves Visenya more.

He never really forgives himself for it.

He spends most of his time very drunk for a while after Dany is married, or lurking near Visenya because he’s very suspicious of the khalasar. Fights with Viserys a lot more.

Has to shove his head into a bucket of water and scream when he finds out his little sister, tiny and small and so fucking young, is pregnant. Visenya holds him, but sometimes he catches her looking at Dany with this guilt on her face.

And they both know they would be dead already, if they’d let Visenya be the one, because they couldn’t stay apart and Drogo would have caught them together, but it doesn’t make it easier.

When Viserys is killed, Dany turns to look at him. With her big eyes and her soft face, and she’s looking at him like she expects him to do something, and Baelon isn’t even thinking when he kneels.

Visenya only looks at him for a moment before she kneels too.

(“You are the elders,” Dany said, uncertainly, later that night.

“And you,” said Baelon, “are khaleesi.”)

They are, admittedly, not that upset when Drogo dies. Delighted, a little, in fact, though they hurt to see Dany hurt. She does not see the atrocities that they see when they think of her marriage, because she is young and thinks she knows love.

Baelon has never heard his sisters scream the way that they do when the baby dies.

He has never screamed the way he screams when Dany walks into the pyre.

(He has never wept the way he weeps when she walks back out.)

There are three Targaryens for three dragons, and, wherever Dany goes, it’s with Baelon on her right and Visenya on her left. It’s love, for the most part, and it’s guilt for what they allowed to happen to her, but it is loyalty as only dragons can show it.

Three dragons conquered Westeros once, and three dragons do the same all over again.

I hope this kind of answers what you were asking for?? It was fun to think about :)