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・ ˖  ♡ ❛❛      LYNARA      ›       PORTRAIT. ・ ˖  ♡ ❛❛      LYNARA      ›       INTERACTION. ・ ˖  ♡ ❛❛      LYNARA      ›       STUDY.

・ ˖  ✦ ❛❛      MARILDA      ›       PORTRAIT. ・ ˖  ✦ ❛❛      MARILDA      ›       INTERACTION. ・ ˖  ✦ ❛❛      MARILDA      ›       STUDY.

・ ˖  ✢ ❛❛      ROYCE      ›       PORTRAIT. ・ ˖  ✢ ❛❛      ROYCE      ›       INTERACTION. ・ ˖  ✢ ❛❛      ROYCE      ›       STUDY.

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The Doom in Our Blood Comes Back character portrait - Day N 9 Alyn the Adventurer Lord Alyn Velaryon, born Alyn of Hull, when this story starts, is Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark, and head of House Velaryon; he's one of the side characters of this story and one of the most recurring. His brother is Ser Addam Velaryon, a member of the Queen's Guard and sword shield of Princess Rhaena Targaryen . Born on Hull, a little town situated on the island of Driftmark, Alyn and his brother are the sons of Merilda, the young daughter of a shipbuilder. At the age of four, he and his brother were recognized by Lord Corlys as his only grandchildren and were sent to Dragonstone to be tried as squires under the protection of Prince Daemon; there Alyn met the five princes, children of the Queen, becoming their friend. During the Civil War, the Velaryons fought with the Blacks: while he didn't play an important role in the war as his brother, Addam participated in the capture of Oldtown and the downfall of House Hightower, which made him gain the gratitude of the Queen.  Although Lord Corlys personally confirmed that the two young men were children of his deceased son, who died of poisoning, Addam and Alyn's origins remained a matter of dispute among historians for years. Due to Laenor's known sexual preference for men, many started to believe that the two boys - who then became first in order of succession to the title of Lord - were in reality fathered by Laenor's father, Lord Corlys Velaryon, who without direct heirs, decided to use the name of his late son in order to recognize his only male offspring, without offending his fiery-tempered wife, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. However, the Sea Snake always denied such rumours and even on his deathbed he continued to perjure himself that Addam and Alyn were absolutely Leanor's children and not his; still, those doubts never faded and continued to circulate even in the following years. Alyn became Lord at the age of seventeen when during the year 132 AC, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys died of a mysterious silliness that he brought during his last voyage in Essos; he will then became Master of Ships in 142 AC after he returned from a long and successful voyage over the Jade Sea from where he brought some important treasures. In the same year, after being rejected by Baela, he will marry the youngest legitimate daughter of Lysario Rogare, Lada, with whom he will have three children, Leanor, Marilda and Corlys Velaryon: outside of them, however, Alyn will have many other bastard children by other women through the years. - from the wiki

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 69

Cw:mentions of sexual slavery, description of a misscarriage, casual mentions of physical assault

Taglist:@stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Gif by @the-dragonqueenblog

Mysaria had never dreamed of having a child until Daemon came into her life.

She had been born in a pillow house; daughter of Yi-Tish slaves whose purpose was to keep the brothel filled their progeny.

She was one of many, and just like many of her brothers and sisters, Mysaria managed to seduce an adventurer or a merchant to escape her fate.

Mysaria knew every dance, the brothelkeeper spared no expense in that.

And it was because of her dancing that she made her way into the Sunset Kingdoms as a free woman.

It was because of her dancing that Prince Daemon took her as his mistress. His only mistress.

Then when the Heir for a Day was burned along with his mother, she discovered her womb had quickened with her dragon’s seed.

Mysaria had never wanted children until she felt that fluttering inside her womb and imagined a silver haired child with the perfect blend of its parents’ features.

Some nights he was a boy with almond shaped violet eyes burning Lys to the ground with his dragon alongside his father.

Other nights, she was a girl, so innocent and beautiful that Mysaria weeps of joy at knowing her daughter will never be exploited like she was.

But that child and all her hopes and dreams died with it on that boat to Lys.

Princess Rhaenyra had killed her child, her baby that was the size of her hand when he bleed out of her.

The women who attended her then had cried and wept with her, for her.

That miscarriage had rendered her barren.

Not that Daemon, her Rogue Prince, knew.

As far as he knows, there was no baby and she had never been able to have one anyways.

As far as he knows, she is loyal to them.

But Mysaria is loyal to no one except herself.

She will make them pay.

Rhaenyra for killing her son and Daemon for allowing it to happen.

And what better way than by making Rhaenyra lose all her children while Mysaria pits her against Daemon.

“Have you come to take him from me?” Aemma asked assuming the steps were Daemon’s.

She liked taking Aemon for walks, the occasional flight and Dragonstone Village could boast that they had seen the little prince as often as they see the princess.

“I couldn’t even if I tried.” Addam, her half-brother, said as he took off his helm.

The little traitor, Aemon had the audacity to smile at his bastard uncle.

Addam was the same age as her, only a moon or so older.

Aemma doesn’t know why it rubs her the wrong way to have two more brothers.

Was it because they looked like her and she knew eventually Joffrey would know that his father wasn’t the man who held him in that portrait?

Was it because if Addam had been trueborn, even Aemma would have been sidelined to make place for him?

Even mother liked Addam, treated him as if they were kin.

“I have expected you to return the slap, you have boldness in spades.” He comments with a small laugh so reminiscent of their late father.

“If she was anyone else, I would have. Believe me.” Aemma said and meant it.

Had it been Alicent, or anyone else, Aemma would have hit back. Fuck the consequences, fuck propriety.

But the slap had stunned her beyond speech and action, which was very unlike her. Aemma was not one to be cowered into a corner.

“What will you do now?” he asked tentatively. They had met once, when grandfather took her with him into Hull, they had played together with toy ships while grandfather conducted business with Marilda and her father.

Aemma remembers asking why he looked like her and suddenly Aemma not allowed to go to the shipyard with anyone.

“Once mother is safe on the throne, I will settle here. Hopefully things will cool down by the time Aemon has his first nameday.” Or if little Aenor or Aenna happened to come calling.

Part of her hopes she will have just one more piece of Aemond in her life, another knows she cannot handle another baby so soon.

Especially if push turns to shove and she ends up fighting her own mother.

Aemma prays it never happens, but at this point it would not surprise her if her mother declared her a traitor because of Daemon.

“There have been rumors that Princess Aemma has fallen out of favor with her mother, that the Queen struck her and threatens to disinherit her.” Larys spoke to those left in the council. “This was after Princess Aemma confronted her stepfather for murdering her father and Prince Daemon attempted to silence her through violence.”

If only he had killed her.

Once, long ago, Alicent would have tried to like the girl for Aemond’s sake, but then the war happened and her sweet Helaena had suffered because of her.

If Aemond had not helped Aemma escape, he would have been there to kill Blood and Cheese before they touched a hair on her innocent grandchildren.

“How does this help us win the war, Lord Strong?” Ironrod asked as he began to lose his patience.

“Houses Velaryon and Arryn would be amenable to joining us if Prince Aemond were to become king.” The clubfoot said and let it hang. “We would not even need to cater to Lord Baratheon’s whims.”

These people do not care about Aegon, they do not care his father named him heir in his last breath.

They want the power she had given them and take her out of the painting.

She had put them here, who did they think they were?

“You speak of treason, Lord Strong.” She warned.

“Oh, I merely speak the truth, your grace.” The man smiled and Alicent knew the game was over.

To say there was a battle was an understatement.

Or maybe everything after the Gullet just makes things feel small.

Daemon’s goldcloaks made quick work of what little defenders Aemond left as part of his plan, Alicent barricaded herself until Caraxes reminded her there was no escape and Aemma breathed easier knowing the casualties were small in number afterwards.

“Is this how you repay the love my son bears for you?” Alicent spat as she was forced to surrender.

Chains, golden chains made specially for her, clasped around her ankles and wrists and her green dress with its hems blackened by dragon’s smoke and grime as she tried to run.

“The city is yours, Princess,” the word dripped with venom as she bowed to her enemies, “You will not hold it long. The rats play when the cat is gone, but my son Aemond will return with fire and blood.”

“He will, but not for you.” Her mother taunted. “If the gods are good, my sweet daughter will give him a second son. Tell me, Queen Alicent, what is duty to the feeling of your newborn child in your arms?”

But Aemma hides this sudden hope.

Was her mother willing to give Aemond a fair trial like Aemma had begged her the day she struck her?

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