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[countrymusiclover]

33 - Dragon vs Dragon

Part 34

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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The first time I saw snow I was the right age of fourteen years old.  

Dismounting my horse the wind was catching my hair that matched the color of my hair.  My brother had made the journey with me and Ser Barriston.  “I’m proud of myself that I came prepared for these chilly winds and snow.” I smiled wearing a white fur cloak over an all black outfit. 

“It is a pleasure to have you visit the wall my ancestors created.” Lifting my head upward I saw a northern man with gray eyes and dark brown hair.  The figure made his way down the snowy steps bowing to my brother. “My prince.” 

Rhaegar smiled dressed in all black clothing making his hair the only white thing aside from the snow. “Thank you for your time, Lord Stark.” 

“My princess.” Brandon Stark brought my gloved hand up to his lips kissing it before he gestured to the wooden elevator pulling structure. “Would you both care to see the wall?” 

“Very much, Lord Brandon.” Sending him a kind smile following him onto the elevator.  Scanning my eyes out the gap of the elevator holes seeing the winter landscape was far as the eye could see.  “Have you ever traveled South,  Lord Brandon?” 

“No I haven’t , my princess.  My place is in the North after all Winter is Coming.” 

My brother raised a brow, chuckling lightly. “Coming you say.  What is this then that falls from the sky and is shivering my bones?” 

“This is only a light summer snow, my prince.  In winter it will cover all you see.” 

Brandon lifted the sliding door up allowing us to step out the leg first.  My boots crunched against the packed down snow until I stopped walking standing on the edge of the ice wall.  “This is truly incredible, Brandon.” 

“My ancestors brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the Wall.  His grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons,  the greatest power in the world,  refused to cross it.”  

Rhaegar glanced at the North lord believing in most things that couldn’t be seen. “Do you think the stories they say are true about wildlings and White Walkers?” 

“Do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?” The eldest Stark son asked him a question back. 

Rhaegar raised a brow. “What does it keep out?” 

“White Walkers.” I replied to his question with a childish smirk on my lips. 

Brandon nodded in agreement with my answer. “The army of the Dead.” 

“Do you one day think we will have to face the creatures beyond the Wall?” I asked him feeling soft droplets of snow falling down onto my hair with a small crown formed with my hair.  The North was a foreign land to me yet in a way I didn’t shy away from the challenges it may throw at me. 

Brandon turned his body to face me. “Tis hard to know what we will face in the coming years, princess.  Northerners only know two things: to fight hard and be loyal to their own.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, my lord.  Especially if I ever am given the chance to become Queen.” I smile fondly at the North lord.  Unknown to me that was the day my brother knew I might make a good ruling queen, learning how the other side of the world works. 

Traping through the dark hallways of the dragon castle I halted in my steps outside my sister's chamber door.  Knocking on her door I held the dagger loosely in my left hand behind my back.  The big door creaked opened revealing my sister's face in the light of the burning torches in the darkness.  “Sister, what are you doing here so late in the night?” 

“We need to talk through some things.  May I come in?” I questioned her doing my best to show no emotion when I spoke to her.  I wanted to but was unsure of the direction she truly wished to take us in at the moment. 

She stepped aside allowing me in before closing the door once I was inside her chambers. “What do we need to discuss this late of an hour?”

“What exactly is your plan?  Are we going to help Jon Snow or ride South and attempt to dethrone Cersei Lannister?” 

She knits her brows at me. “The Iron Throne is my destiny.  Although I suppose I should say it’s our destiny now that I know you’re alive and well.” 

“I don’t want it though.” 

She questioned me. “Why not?” 

“I don’t have to tell you anything until you answer my question.  Especially considering the Lannister fleet, the old Valyria houses and a whole army of dragons are under my command not yours.” 

My sister glared at me. “How dare you speak to me that way.” 

“A dragon vs a dragon.  You’ve faced someone who’s your equal.  That’s why you refuse to answer my previous questions.” I challenge her with a teasing look. 

Daenerys crossed her arms over her chest. “I will send my army and fly with my dragons to Kings Landing and remove Cersei Lannister from my throne.  Once she is gone the wheel will be broken once and for all.” 

“Until the day comes and the people start to see you as they saw our father.  A queen mad with power and three deadly dragons ready to burn the city to the ground.” 

She brought a hand up to her forehead. “You clearly don’t know me at all.” 

“You don’t know me,  sister.   You don’t know the smallfolk like I do.  You don’t know the Northerners like me.  It appears you don’t know a great many things I’m afraid to say.” 

My little sister spun on her heels heading towards the door about to throw it open and push me out. “I think it's time you leave my chambers, sister.” 

“Oh I’m not going anywhere until you tell me your course of action.” Leaning my back against her small table set up in the corner.  Wrapping my fingers tightly around the dagger handle for strength.  

Daenerys whipped her head around. “I already told you my course of action.  The Iron Throne is mine and I will take it.  With fire and blood I will take it!” 

“Then you’ll shortly lose it to someone else who seeks to take it from you.” 

She dropped her hands to her sides, still confused at what I was telling her. “What in the seven hells are you trying to tell me, Vaella!” 

“There’s a prophecy you weren’t taught.  A prophecy that only the Targaryen heirs were told.  If you wish to be the ruler to the Iron Throne then you must understand it.”  Striding across the room meeting her in the middle I drew the blade out from behind my back and in her line of sight. “The Song of Ice and Fire Aegon the Conqueror called it.  A great winter that hurts everyone including our enemies.  I believe he was talking about the Night King and his army.” 

Dany rolled her eyes. “The current enemy is Cersei Lannister who has declared war, not some myths of walking dead men.  What are we going to do about her?” 

“If you could take the throne without bloodshed would you-“ 

“Are you not angry that she sits on our throne?  That she’s taken our destiny from us.” She cut me off sharply. 

Scoffing at her I could feel a fire burning deep down inside of me. “We should declare war against her because we’re angry.” 

“No.  But we can’t do nothing when she has stolen our throne.” 

Pushing myself past her I almost got by until I saw her wrap her hand around my wrist spinning me around to face her. “Dany, let me go.” 

“Why do you wish to support Jon Snow so badly?” 

Meeting her purple gaze I sucked in a breath. “If we don’t have the support of all the houses then what’s the point in trying.  It’s just a throne of swords and a fancy title.  Whoever sits the throne should have earned the name and not simply been born with the popular family name.” 

“You know I can’t ever tell whose side you're truly on mine or someone else’s and it ends this instant!” She bared her teeth managing to snatch the dagger from my hand pointing it directly at my right eye. 

I grunted holding her wrist that held the dagger back just enough where she didn’t stab me through it.  “I’m not on any side.  I’m concerned for the entire realm.  We have to come together to fight the Night King.” My other hand was pushed against her chest with her freehand gripping onto the fabric of my cloak holding me close to her body. 

“I've only ever had faith in myself not anyone else and certainly not some bastard from the North.  That will never change except for my faith in you!” She bared her teeth at me without dropping the blade. 

Glaring at my little sister with no fear I spat in her face. “I'm right here, sister.  I gave you your name, alas it doesn't matter anymore if you wish to kill me.  So go on, do it.  Kill me!” 

“I've sent traitors away for less.” She muttered back to me. 

Raising my chin I kept waiting for her to stab me in the gut or something along those lines. “You can't do it can you.  You've only ever had someone else or your dragons kill someone.  Now that you have the chance you can't strike me because I'm your sister.” 

“You've told me I've done things wrong.  What would you suggest I do with a seemingly traitorous woman like you?” 

Growling in her face the fact that she held a blade near my eye was forgotten. “I'm your older sister for one.  So you should show me some respect and realize I know more than you do about the people of Westeros.  I know how they think because I've lived as a smallfolk, I've spoken with northern lords at the Wall, I've seen what Wildfire or dragons can do to a person, I've been raised as a princess and know the political side too.  My point is that you need me.” 

“What would you me do if I don't wish to kill you but greatly seem to need your help?” Dany asked me, lowering her hand holding the knife and stepping away from me. 

Holding out an open hand to her I declared in Velaryon. “Ivestragī īlva letagon īlva ānogar. Daor rȳ dīnilūks yn rȳ nykeā vow īlon mazverdagon naejot jemēla se se gods. ( Let us bind our blood. Not through marriage but through a vow we make to ourselves and the gods.” 

“Ao se nyke issi vēttan hen perzys. Syt bona mērī īlon shall udrāzma hēnkirī. ( You and I are made of fire.  For that alone we shall rule together.” My little sister placed Aegon the Conquerors dagger back into my hand,  dragging it across her palm with blood dripping onto the floor. 

Sliding the blade across my palm I met her gaze, holding my bleeding hand up to her. Aegon's dagger being held tightly in my other hand. “īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” 

“īlon letagon jemēla rȳ ānogar. ( We bind ourselves through blood.” She clasped her bleeding hand with my own, instantly staring into my purple eyes that matched hers. 

Cersei wouldn't have one dragon to face, now she must face two. 

[itspileofgoodthings]

Taylor returning over and over to the falling through the ice accident in the Bolter—everything to me

[gmanmedias]

GOT YOUR HEART IN A HEADLOCK, I DON'T BELIEVE ANY OF IT

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[utilitycaster]

glasses!imogen found dead in molaesmyr 😌💅

oh man can't believe they contradicted a widely established piece of fanlore... I KNOW that woman (laura bailey) is not plugged into the fansphere

[legalbrats]

@geniusimogene replied to this post:

"Ah…that is weird- I MEAN human. Totally very much a human thing and not at all weird!!!"

"That's the thing about humans." Ema adjusted her glasses again. "We are weird. So, if she is acting weird, she is a normal human, and not at all some goddess above us."

[undead-knick-knack]

Yeah I don't think I'm ever getting over Imogen saying that

[sparring-spirals]

Imogen turning and telling everyone: if you see Otohan. Wake up. She wants them there, its better with them there, but if Thull reappears, if they even see her- she's not risking them. She's not risking any of them. Not again. Not for her.

[jules99b]

Critical Role Figure Skating AU

Hi o/

Don’t usually self promote but I’m writing a figure skating AU for Critical Role which is a very specific niche but hopefully some people find it enjoyable!

[artsy-imogen]

✩ AAAA I just got done watching episodes “the lich” to “jake the dog” !! and man- they were even better than I remembered !😭💕✨ (ps prismo is too cute for this world)

[countrymusiclover]

24 - When Dragons Flew to War

Part 25

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Amethyst leaped down from the rocky ledge with me riding on her back. My silver hair tied back in a simple braid with me wearing a tunic and trousers rather than dealing with a ridiculous gown. Flying above the vast sea water I had never felt more free being up here. She released a cry diving down to the fleet of ships we had at our command. “I think this is one of the few times I’ve seen you this happy.”

“For once in my life I am truly free. Free from King's Landing, free from fake identities, free from Cersei and anyone else who wishes me dead. If I’m being honest I’ve never felt so alive.”

Jaime caught my body in his arms once I had slid down her lowered wing. “I’m happy to see you like this.”

“Where are the twins?” Glancing around the moving ship I didn’t see them running around like they normally had been the first couple of weeks since we had left Dragonstone. Nothing but the vast and open see ahead of us.

Amethyst leaped up off her back legs and shot up to the clear skies with me and Jaime not being able to resist not watching her fly. “I put them down for a nap. I can’t keep an eye on you and them at the same time.”

“You know I can take care of myself. Besides, she won’t hurt me while I'm on her back.”

He moved his left hand down resting against my growing stomach. “I’m not worried about you so much but our future little heir.”

“Stop you’re worrying, my lion. Although I would suggest choosing a different word then calling the baby future little heir. The men that sailed with us are loyal to my sister. We don’t want her thinking we are the enemy.”

Jaime tucked some hair behind my ear that had fallen from my braid. “I think you’ve made it very clear that you have no intention of taking the Iron Throne.”

“I don't see the need in conquering the Seven Kingdoms when there's so much land that hasn't been explored outside of Westeros.”

My husband squeezed me by the waist. “Hmm then it appears you need a different name than Princess of the Seven kingdoms.”

“What would you suggest?” Draping my arms over his shoulders he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Princess Vaella Lannister, First of her name, Lady of Casterly Rock, and adventurer of the Summer Sea and Sothoryos.”

Kissing him shortly, footsteps approached us. “I love it.”

“My lord, my lady. The children were playing with this earlier. I assumed you would want it back with you.” A guard held up a knife and I noticed the writing engraved on it, quickly taking it from his hand.

“Thank you.”

Jaime raised a brow. “I already gave you a knife as a precaution. Why do you need another one?”

“This isn't an ordinary knife. It belongs to Aegon the Conqueror. He engraved his dream on it. Rhaegar secretly slipped it into my protection before he left to fight. It's strictly only known by the heirs of the Iron Throne.” Sliding the blade back inside my right boot I buttoned the hise hold bag strapped to my boot.

Jaime smirked down at me, holding the side of my face. “Your brother may have thought you would be heir one day, you never know.” I smiled thinking Rhaegar may have always seen me as a Queen.

Rhaegar had been buried away in the library inside the Red Keep. He had always been a bookworm from the day he learned how to read. So I knew where to find him on rainy days where no one was likely to disturb him. Pushing the double doors open hearing them creak loudly seeing him sitting down at the first table. “Brother, what book do you have your head buried in this time around?”

“Aegon the Conqueror.” He waved me over with his freehand pulling me up my own wooden chair. “Come, come, this is what father always told me about before his episodes began.”

Lifting my head up from the book pages I asked him not ever being told the story. “What does it say about Aegon the Conqueror?”

“Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. Tis to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds. And whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When the great winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it.” Eyeing my brother I was curious about the knife he had drawn from inside his belt on his trousers. “Before Aegon's death the last of the Valyrian pyromancers hid his song in the steel.”

He handed me the knife where I muttered the written word under my breath. “From my blood comes the Prince that was promised. And his will be the Song of Ice and Fire.”

“Vae, I shouldn’t be doing this since this has been passed down from heir to heir. But I’m giving it to you in case something happens to me since you are the oldest in line after me.” Rhaegar placed his hand over mine still holding the knife.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push the blade back into his hands. “Rhae, I can’t accept it then. It’s only between the heirs of the realm.”

“I want someone else to help me figure out the prophecy. You know father’s condition nowadays ....please Vae.” He begged me with those purple dragon eyes we shared.

Placing the dagger in his hands I put my hands on top of his vowing to my elder brother. “I vow to help you figure out this knife prophecy.”

“You might just be the very first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms one day.” Rhaegar sent me a proud smile back, I wouldn’t become obsessed with it like he was. But at least back then we were a team on a mission.

In the many weeks that had passed we were getting closer to the land of Sothoryos. The uncharted land across the Summer Sea. Strolling across the ship now wearing a simple red dress that wasn’t too tight around my waist I leaned over the side of the boat watching the different fish swim in the waters below. “There you are, my dragon. What's troubling you. You're trembling.” Jaime’s familiar hand touched my lower back

Glancing at him I met his gaze. “I got to thinking about something my brother and I read in Targaryen history. The notes of when dragons flew to war.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath wrapping my freehand around my ring necklace. “When they flew to war everything burned.”

“You shouldn’t be the one worrying about dragons going to war. There's only four left in the world after all. We only need to worry about making it to that shoreline.” Jaime points his index finger out in front of us, where we could see some sight of land off in the distance.

Laying my head against his chest I closed my eyes briefly letting my worries fade until I swore I could hear a faint screeching sound above our heads. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, Vaella?” He asked me.

Taking a step forward I tucked my hair behind my ear trying to get a better listen. It for sure wasn’t Amethyst because she was laying asleep in the back of the boat deck. “That noise. It sounded like a - a whistle.” The second the word left my mouth, something dove down and hit the top part of our ship where the whole boat rocked and everything fell in different directions onto the deck.

“Vaella!” Jaime shouted at me before he fell onto his back and I banged my head against the side of the boat railing. He scrambled to his feet, genre helping me up by my forearm. “Are you okay. Are you hurt? Fetch the Maester!”

Lowering my hand from my forehead I pushed through the small headache that was coming on. “I'm alright.” Gently pushing him away I ran to the tip front of the boat, leaning up on my toes hearing the same noise another time.

“What was that?” He asked me looking around the empty waters.

Squinting my eyes the skies were empty for a short period before something dove down and flew barely above the water. A long tail swung down and large swings flapping where it was clear what type of creature it was before me. “It's another dragon….hell it's a island of dragons.” Jaime stood behind me seeing multiple dragons flying around the land with small buildings coming into view.

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

Do any of OCs have fans?

Swanna and Lee have some very nice ceiling fans installed in their tour center. They're all nice, dark shades of pink and purple.

Imogen and her family have this magical mill-like fan that they power their house with.

I don't think they would have ceiling fans in Ice Cream Land, so it's a no for Germafrost, Piano, Sgt. Wolf, and the other Gelatarians.

It's a no for the Marevians as well, since I think Marevi wouldn't have ceiling fans either.

In Botania, I see some places having fans and others not having them, so it varies for the people there. I think that Kira's house wouldn't have fans in it, Bia and Allegra do have ceiling fans made of leaves, and Zora has a portable fan. The Petalstones probably live in homes that don't have fans. Apparently, fans use less electricity than air conditioning, so HVAC isn't big in Botania.

Much like Imogen's, The giant geode house Trey and his family live in is powered by a magical fan. But, since Charm Valley's climate is cooler than Frowntown (at least, as I would imagine), Trey's fan uses Fire magic while Imogen's uses Air.

People in Elegancia and Swan Lake don't tend to have ceiling fans in their homes, but more and more people have installed them recently.

Wait... what was that now?

Oh, so you meant the kinds of fans that are, like, admirers?

Oh, okay! Okay! Let me start over.

Swanna and Lee have some admirers around the world, all of them wondering when they'll see her again. In the Unikingdom, on the Uni-Net, she has a bunch of fans subscribed to her fashion channel.

Sgt. Wolf doesn't really have any fans, but there are some people who have tried to excuse her bad choices. "Oh, she's just trying to protect her pack! She and her pack are a team!"

Germafrost doesn't exactly have any fans either, but the people of Ice Cream Land have begun to look up to him the same way they do to his parents. On the other side of the coin, Waterlily is respected like her parents, but the people of Marevi treat them like close friends rather than monarchs, as I said. As I've also confirmed, Lily goes to a normal school.

Allegra is really popular, both at her school and in her tree. Outside of the Landgang, she has a lot of friends, such as her trapeze partner, who admire her.

The Petalstones have many fans around the world. Most of their fans are, as you would expect, from Botania like them. Botania highly encourages people to be respectful to their favorite musicians, and to not put them on pedestals.

[personae-obscura]

“No, it’s bad, but I’m. Like. I’m fine. Just give me like, ten minutes.”

@twcfaces for Imogen!

Imogen simply raised an eyebrow and calmly set a timer.

"Water cooler to your right, biscuits in the tin on my desk, a plastic bucket of sensory items by the large bookshelf at the back of this office." Calm, detached, she gave him his options for the next ten minutes and continued with some other work for the time being.

@twcfaces

[anotherawkwardfan]

the hope on laura/imogen's face is killing me.

"i'll find you" -- words imogen has spent nearly her entire life waiting to hear. waiting for her mother to find her; to find her way back home

[utilitycaster]

two random fanfic thoughts:

the reason I try to finish works before an episode airs isn't because I'm afraid the episode will contradict me, or rather, it kind of is, but it's specifically because I'm afraid the episode or further information will be way better than what I've written and I'll have to figure out how to retcon.

I am sympathetic to britpicking conceptually but I've seen British people write US Southern accents so excruciatingly badly that I can't feel that bad.

[astralleywright]

me being a whiny bitch for three weeks and being rewarded with ashton momence and canon monster girlxmonster girl for it... ok matholomew you and your gleeful pack of rapscallions win this round

[bucketkicked]

🎄For Imogen!

For every 🎄I get in my inbox, my muse will tell you one thing they want the most for Christmas.

[🧛‍♀️]—“Oh, me? Just some company would be nice… I don’t ask for much, but having others over would be plenty enough to make my day.”