#( sarra karstark )

[adam-stark]

HOZIER & BEAR McCREARY — “BLOOD UPON THE SNOW”

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

@owenstark, @rosaaaryn, @allysannestark, @cassvstark, @torrhen-stark, @wintervsuns, @sarra-karstark, @northernseer, @anya-snow, @rhydianwildbear, @jin-renshu & @nasirofmanderlys

[rainwingmarvel7]

Let me know your thoughts!

I’ve got some ideas for some Team Green OCs in Soaring Higher, but I can’t decide who I actually want to add into the story! If you all could vote on who you’re most interested in, that would be so helpful. Here’s a poll with the options! If you like more than one, please lmk!

(Images of faceclaims included in order!)

[sarra-karstark]

Closed starter for @wintervsuns & @darkenedsvn Setting: 141 AC. The North, Karhold.

“My gods, you two are slow,” Sarra said with a playful groan as her brothers finally crossed the gates into the stables. The Karstark siblings had agreed the day prior to meet at daybreak so they could go for a hunt in the early morning. The lady had prepared her hunting gear, her crossbow, and even had her horse saddled and ready to go. “I ought to have left without you,” she teased Bran and Aleks, clicking her tongue as she shook her head in disapproval.

[danceofdragonsrphq]

dance of dragons is taking applications!

below are the key wanted connections from the kingdom of the north, as well as some plot context and ideas applicants could build from. keep an eye out for similar posts about the vale, dorne, the riverlands and the crownlands/occupied stormlands.

THE KINGDOM OF THE NORTH.

open prince and princesses of house stark, two of each role is up for grabs. do they agree with owen’s drastic decisions in shaping the north, such as dismissing the maesters and forcing the night’s watch to bend the knee to him?

open lords and ladies of house bolton, including a position of master of whispers upon the council of king owen stark. in terms of background, these guys have had it rough - domeric was recently revealed as a bastard using the bolton name all along, and their border wars with the manderlys have resulted in house manderly obtaining the title of ‘dukes’ making them a step above the boltons socially. one word? revenge.

open lord karstark of karhold; younger brother of lord brandon karstark. he would have recently dealt with the death of his little sister sarra at the hands of wildlings, as well as returning from an internal war when ironborn pirates and thenns that attempted to take northern land. house karstark has also become dukes.

open lord and lady of house manderly of white harbor: siblings to lord nasir and lady manal manderly. their house has had the social improvement recently, though they are in charge of protecting the faith of the seven in the north. do they agree with nasir’s decision to remain loyal to the starry sept of oldtown, or do they believe tyland lannister has a point in centralising the faith? (note: it is expected this character would have a name of arabic/islamic origin and be a black fc)

open lords and ladies of house mormont of bear isle: their ruling lord rhydian mormont recently died as a result of a wildling attack. they also would have been involved in the war against the ironborn and the thenns. it is a great opportunity to explore a character trying to step into a responsibility they never thought they would have to, admist dealing with grief. 

[dominaitheking]

ADOTHT Fanfic

AI generated fanart

Fanfiction Lore

Top left: Lord Benjicot "Bloody Ben" of the House Blackwood, born the 123rd year after Aegon's Conquest at Raventree Hall. Only son of Lord Samwell Blackwood and Lady Karol Blackwood, she of the House Vance of Wayfair's rest. Fostered at Seaguard in his seventh year. Succeeded his father to Blackwood Vale in his twelfth year, after he was slain by Lord Amos Bracken. Declared his House and fought on the side of the Black Faction during the war of succession the "Dance of the Dragons". Called "Bloody Ben" by the men of his company, for prowess and skill in battle at his young age. Head of the "Lads" the company of young nobles leading the hosts allied to the Black faction in the Riverlands. Wedded in his twenty-ninth year to Lady Roslin Mallister. Father to two sons their names being Benedict (154AC), and Samwell (157AC), and a daughter Melissa (155AC). Died his seventieth year, succeeded by his son Lord Benedict.

Top right: Robb Rivers, born the 118th year after Aegon's Conquest at Raventree Hall, bastard son of Lord Luscas Blackwood. Deemed the finest archer in all Westeros. Lead a company of archers during the "Dance of the Dragons" for his half-nephew Lord Benjicot Blackwood. At the Battle of Lakeshore, Rivers used his archery to prevent Lord Humfrey Lefford from calling aid by way of raven, known thereafter as "the Bowman of Raventree". Slain in [REDACTED].

Middle left: Lady Alysanne of the House Blackwood, born the 117th year after Aegon's Conquest at Raventree Hall. The first and only daughter of Lord Lucas Blackwood by his second wife. A skilled ridder, hunter, and archer. Fought in the "Dance of the Dragons" on the side of the Blacks in the archer company of her bastard half-brother Robb Rivers. Member of the "Lads". Slew Lord Amos Bracken in retribution for her lord Father. Wedded in her twentieth year to Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. Mother to four daughters, their names being Sarra, Alys, Raya, and Mariah. Died her forty-sixth year of childbed fever, with her husband, Lord Stark, and dearest friend, Lady Frey, at her bedside. Honored and laid to rest at Raventree Hall by her nephew, Lord Benjicot Blackwood.

Middle right: Lord Bennard of the House Stark, born the 98th year after Aegon's Conquest at Winterfell, second born son of Lord Benjen Stark, and Lady Lysa Stark, she of House Locke. Fostered at Karhold in his eighth year. Wed in his eighteenth year to Lady Margaret Karstark of Karhold, who died 117 AC giving birth to a stillborn daughter. Married for a second time in 119 AC to Lady Aerena Bolton of the Dreadfort. Made Master of Wintertown by his brother at age nineteen. Upon the death of Lord Rickon Stark in 121 AC, he became Lord Protector of the North and Lord Regent during his nephew Cregan's minority. Fought alongside his nephew against his uncle Lord Brandon Stark of Moat Cailin, when the latter rose up in a short-lived winter rebellion known as the "Blood Moon". Lady Aerena died 126 AC of a fitting fever, the union produced no issue. Remarried for the third time his twenty-ninth year to [REDACTED]. The union produced no issue. Made Lord of Moat Cailin by his nephew in his thirtieth year. Died in the Dance of Dragons fighting on the side of the Blacks.

Bottom left: Lord Cregan of the House Stark, born the 111th year after Aegon's Conquest at Winterfell. Firstborn son and only child of Lord Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden and Lord Paramount of the North, and his Lady wife, Gilliane Glover. Succeeded his father in his tenth year, taken to ward by his uncle and Regent, Lord Bennard Stark. In his fourteenth year, his great-uncle, Lord Brandon Stark of Moat Cailin, offered Lord Cregan the hand of his daughter, the Lady Ayana Stark, in marriage as allegedly agreed upon by his father a decade before, a claim of which none can atest the validity of. Despite the urgings of his councilors and his Regent, citing Lord Brandon's wealth and vast connections by blood and marriage throughout the North, Lord Cregan refused. Instead giving voice of his intentions to wed Arra Norrey, a childhood friend of his. After a private audience, Lord Bennard reluctantly gave his consent. Lord Brandon Stark denounced his nephew and great-nephew as false lords, and styled himself the right and true Lord of the North. Brandon used his means and network to gather swords to his cause, but found little support than he expected from his daughter-in-laws' families and the other Houses. For this his brief uprising was swiftly put down by the combined efforts of his nephews, with Houses Dustin, Ryswell, Tallhart, and Reed. The rebellion fell within a moon's turn, though Moat Cailin got to be in a further state of disrepair. The rebell lord and his sons were clasped in chains and brought to Winterfell to stand trial. Lord Brandon was made to walk barefoot the whole of the way, earning him the moniker Brandon "the Bootless". The rebells were sent to the Night's Watch, their lands attained and given to Lord Bennard, Lady Ayana "the Abandoned" was released into the custody of House Maderly, her mother's house, later becoming a Septa. At sixteen Lord Cregan assumed full lordship and wed Lady Arra Norrey in a double ceremony with his uncle and his third wife. He fathered one son from his first marriage, Rickon, whom Lady Arra died birthing. When the Dance of the Dragons broke out Lord Cregan, unsurprisingly, sided with the Blacks and roused the North accordingly. [REDACTED] After the war he took Lady Alysanne Blackwood to wife. By her he fathered four daughters, Sarra, Alys, Raya, and Mariah, the last of which Lady Alys died birthing. Later he married for a third time, to Lady Lynara Stark, a distant cousin. From this union came four sons, their names being Jonnel, Edric, Barthogan, and Brandon, and one daughter, Lyanna. Succeeded upon his death by his son Lord Jonnel.

Bottom right: Robb Maderforth, birth unknown. Pulled naked from the Mander by Lord Benjicot Blackwood, the young Lord of Blackwood Vale, and an unamed woodswitch after the Second Battle of Tumbleton, as a boy ranging eight to twelve years of age, with no memory of a previous life. He could give them no name, no age, and no device that was either Black or Green. If any knew him, they would have a hard time recognizing him, his body sustained countless injury, and his face had been badly scarred and burnt. Lord Benjicot commanded his own maester to attend to him. When the boy recovered he expressed a wish to fight on and remain with him when the Lord visited his bedside. And so he did. The boy's bravey and courage was an inspiration for many, a brilliant archer, and leal soldier. Fighting alongside the "Lads" in many a battle, called simply "Lad" by the company, until taking an arrow in the shoulder at the Battle of the Kingsroad for Lord Benjicot. Where he bestowed upon the boy the name of his beloved half-uncle, "Robb" whom he reminded him so much of. Even after, some still questioned the boy's origins, to which Lady Alysanne was said to have replied "Whatever he was, he's a Lad now." After the war, and to the abject dismay and disapproval of many, Robb served in the honor guard that brought Lady Alysanne Blackwood North to wed Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell, and thereafter was brought into the Blackwood household. Upon coming of age, Lord Benjicot invested Robb as Master of Ravensmarch, a castle he intended to bestow upon his bastard uncle before his death. Robb took the name Manderforth, for the start of his life was brought forth from the waters of the Mander. And taking the sigil of a white salamander on red and black, in honor of his Blackwood patrons. He never did recover his memory. He wed Catelyn Paege in 156 AC. Father to one daughter, Alysanne. Died 160 AC in battle outside Sunspear during the Young Dragon's Conquest of Dorne fighting alongside Rickon Stark. Lord Benjicot grieved the loss of his old friend, to honor him he requested that his body be brought back to rest beneath Ravensmarch, and took his daughter as a ward, vowing that for the rest of her life she would want for nothing. Alysanne Manderforth went on to wed Lord Benedict Blackwood, Lord Benjicot's son and heir.

[daceystvrk]

dacey let out a low hum of understanding. it was a feeling she often felt herself - that something might be about to fall apart, that the winds were warning her of great changes to come. often, it was a result of her many anxieties, the gnawing beast in her stomach that told her terrible things were about to happen. it was hard not to listen to it when terrible things were happening every day. "i still wish it were not so for you." maisie's next words had her thinking about her mother, about alysanne stark, and manal manderly, about sarra karstark and meera reed and rosalyn arryn. "i'm not sure i agree," her voice was gentle, as though maisie might take offence at the mere suggestion.

"strong?" at that, the ghost of a smile flickered across dacey's face. it was not a perspective she had ever taken. "i suppose i always thought of it as the opposite. as though i was allowing someone else to take control of my life." but with a brother who was a king, allowing him to decide what she did and did not do, and who she would and would not marry, was practically a given. but what were her dreams? it was not something she allowed herself to focus on, her fears taking up far more of her headspace. "i suppose i always thought i would be happiest if i were nobody at all. if i had nothing to worry about except where in the forest i wanted to walk when i woke up in the morning." it was simplicity she craved, far more than dreams of love or power or glory.

and maisie was right. people could be cruel, and men especially. and yet, dacey reverted to her base instincts, to believing there was still good ones, because the alternative was too bleak to bear. "there are good men amongst them." of that, she truly believed. "my brothers are good, i think. and your cousins, brandon and aleksander. they cannot be the only ones."

"Not very cruel, it felt like something inside me knew something was going to happen... like an omen that I should be prepared for something important" And it was true, for a long time an agonizing feeling took hold of Mormont's heart, preventing her from closing her eyes peacefully at night; she always ended up waking sweating from a nightmare she couldn't remember. The first few times, she thought it was her lungs failing while she slept, but as the moons passed, the opposite proved true. It really was a foreboding; this was the period when Maisie stood before the Old Gods the most, asking for instruction for what was to come "But we'll outlive her... usually women always stay alive" she joked, although there was a hint of truth in it. In a twisted way, but it was.

"We're girls who put duty before desire, it shows how strong we are. We don't hesitate if we have to suffer" A small, resigned smile appears on her face with a bit of a bitter taste, but it was better this way, knowing what she needed to do rather than deluding herself with silly thoughts "Even though, as a princess, you have to sacrifice more" Complete, Dacey was above her station and even if she tried, she couldn't imagine the huge sacrifices she would one day have to make "Perhaps, but I don't think about it too much, I just let it happen, but what about you, princess, don't you have dreams?" She asks hopefully, causing Stark to open up a little.

"I hope it's not another war, Westeros has already lost too much, we've already lost too much" She swallows dryly and sighs, Maisie really didn't want a war, even though she knew how fragile any veil of stability was "But it only depends on the men and part of me can't trust them completely" She whispers the last part, like a secret and forbidden confession.

[adam-stark]

fmk: glorie, xia-li, sarra

One of them was already dead, which only made the question all the more cruel. She who had been his first love. She who had given her life so he could live on. Enough time had passed for the wound to stop its bleeding, but the scar remained; and grief, in its peculiar circularity and non-linear process, still caught him from time to time in different, unexpected ways. Like right now. If history had been different, Adam knew he would have made Sarra Karstark his bride. History was not different, though, and somehow he'd been blessed with the surprising understanding and tender care of Glorie. “I am married to the one I would choose. I have chosen her already, and I believe she is choosing me day after day, as we continue to figure things out in our marriage,” the prince murmured, his tone low, putting the effort to remain stoic, composed. “Saying anything else would be both useless and a lie, entertaining ideas of what won't ever come to pass”. A ghost of a smile graced his lips for a moment, subtly tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Aye, I choose Glorie. I choose my wife”.

( @northernglorie )

[sarra-karstark]

TRUTH SERUM: How much do you know of your brother's love life? Are there any in particular you were/are fond of?

“My brother's love life is his business,” the lady stated almost with an air of indifference. Brandon’s happiness wasn’t indifferent to her, however, and the majority of his choices garnered her support when they didn’t come in conflict with their duty as children of Karhold. “His relationship with that blacksmith was...” A pause. The lady pressed her lips before continuing, “Well, I never quite understood it, but at least he seemed happy at the time”. A story of the past now, an ending that she never asked about. But her brother was bound to be Lord of Karhold and it wouldn’t have been right. “I will admit that I always did hope he and Lady Meera would become more than friends. She’s a dear friend, and it’s someone I would love to call a sister”.

( @wintervsuns, @anya-snow & @northernseer )

[dwellordream]

hi dwell! i was writing a fic, and was wondering if you could help me out with some karstark names please? thanks in advance 💕💕

Alaric

Alarra

Artos

Aregelle

Barthogan

Arrana

Benjicot

Barba

Bennard

Berena

Beron

Bethany

Cregard

Donella

Jocelyn

Donnel

Jonelle

Donnor

Lyanne

Edderion

Lyarra

Edrick

Lynara

Edwyle

Lyra

Ellard

Mara

Elrick

Marna

Errold

Raya

Eyron

Sarra

Halys

Serena

Harlon

Sybelle

Jonnel

[cassvstark]

location: in the woods somewhere in the north

a quiet wind blew through the snow-covered trees outside the small house. the old wooden home kept out most of the wind but a loose window shuttered creaked with every gust of wind that blew in. it was a start of a small flurry of snow outside which would only pick up the wind more. cassana huddled near the fire in the heart for warmth, sipping on something strong to take the bite off the cold. weir, her large direwolf cuddles his head in her lap like a small puppy might do. not she she would complain as it kept her warm. tonight was a night she was thankful to be stopped at one of the various outposts around the north. it was not fancy in the least bit, but it was somewhere warmer and somewhere out of the snow.

staring into the flickering flames of the fire her mind danced between thoughts of where they would be heading off next. however, all the ranger’s heads snapped towards the door as they heard one of the rangers stationed on a watch outside call back into the house. “cassana! you got a visitor.” the voice said before the door opened a flurry of snow rushed in. along with someone familiar.

“brandon!” she smiled, taking her hand off her bow she had instinctually grabbed when she heard the yelling. hurrying over to him she pulled him into a hug. the karstarks were family to her, always had been always would be. she missed brandon and sarra the same as she did her own siblings when she left to accompany the rangers. “wait..wait.” she pulled away looking up at him, “what are you doing here? does torrhen not need you down in white harbor anymore?” being away she could only gets bits and pieces of news brought by the occasional raven or a new ranger joining the search. there had been no word however of her cousin joining them. “come, sit. we will get you something warm to eat.” she said trying to usher him over to the fire.

@wintervsuns​

[danceofdragonsrphq]

The Great Game - Major Plots per Region.

thinking of applying and not entirely sure of where your character could fit in the great game? take a look at the current plots for each region to help your muse, all listed below! please feel free to reach out to ask for any further clarifications. 

remember to take a look at the masterlist too! 

THE NORTH:

since playing host to an array of southerners, the north has found more blood tainting the pure snow than they could have ever guessed. the horrid murder of the dragon king in white harbor was enough for the king of winter to direct a move to move to the newly developing settlement of barrowtown.

it seems the north was unable to revel in the celebration for long; for the new queen of winter rosalyn arryn and her expected heir heard a prophecy from one of the cursed pirates - that the heir to the north will be born under a blood moon, and bring death and ash to the north. this has left the royal family and northerns alike unsure what to believe.

the seers of the north, princess cassana of house stark and lady meera of house reed are working to persuade all of the icy threat from beyond the wall they have seen in their visions; though is this a lost cause, to persuade the south of the tales of the night king? 

lady sarra of house karstark was one of the many nobles kidnapped by the cursed pirates, with the only demand being that everyone needs to remain in the north - will she ever make it home?

THE REACH:

with king alaric tyrell “taking time to heal” following his whispered madness, the new council of the reach is led by prince cedric, the current regent. how long can they go on pretending like the consequences for the bloodless coup of the king of thorns, supported by lord hightower with the marriage of his daughter florence to cedric, are not looming, like the swing of the executioner’s axe? 

how long can prince cedric tyrell put off facing the final conclusion - to face the consequences of treason, or to find a permanent way to eliminate the threat that is the elder tyrell heir? 

the time of dragons pulling apart the banners of the reach is long gone; dragons are not welcome in these fertile fields. and yet, there is a lilac eyed ghost who now calls highgarden home…

the lord commander of the kingsguard, lord omer florent of brightwater keep has been one of the many nobles kidnapped in the far north, held for some icy cause beyond the understanding of roses and thorns alike. will this only further the tension between the lord of house florent and his distant tyrell cousins over the crown of the reach? 

some eyebrows have been raised at harlon flowers’ sudden rise to power, being legitimised by cedric tyrell as heir to horn hill - however is all as it seems? 

THE WESTERLANDS:

following the end of the marriage between king tyland of house lannister and princess helena of house tyrell, it seems as though the pride of casterly rock are more fractured than ever before. king tyland plots to have lannister gold fund the dragon’s lair of kings landing; and plans on executing bloodshed and chaos to let it be so. 

following his seven year absence in essos, prince jason and the name of house lannister survived the dance of dragons - and yet at what cost? the golden prince is one of the many nobles who have been kidnapped by the cursed pirates in the far north. 

the tale of the falcon king of the vale and the lioness of lannister resulted in exile for princess guinevere; and an aching gap in casterly rock for all that knew and loved her. and yet, there is one thing that continues to bind them even at a great distance; a thirst for revenge for the carnage of the sack of lannisport, and the loss of innocence at the hands of the kraken. 

lady lanna lefford, paternal aunt to the lions of casterly rock, continues to hold her own family together; focusing on expanding and extending influence into other regions and houses through marital alliances and economic trade. and yet, it seems her niece is not the only one to have secretly eloped; for her daughter lady calla lefford has apparently decided to light her own way, and lord olyvar lefford continues trying to find his own place in the court of casterly rock.

how long can the celebrated war hero, lord theomore of house westerling, bury the darkest of secrets regarding bloodshed and kin? how much does king tyland truly know of the man’s history, to be in the closest circle of the lion pride? 

THE RIVERLANDS:

soon after the dance of dragons ended, another war flooded across the riverlands like a plague. in a greedy fight for power, king grover tully attacked the other kingdoms which ended with him dying from an unknown assassin in front of his children. before his death he legitimized his eldest bastard, pushing him ahead in line for the crown. his secondborn son had to step aside to let cian tully become king of the riverlands.

the riverlands have begun to try and rebuild after so much destruction has come across their lands. they have purposefully aligned themselves with other kingdoms who could provide them with the necessary money to begin rebuilding. they are no fools to think that aligning themselves with the golden lions means protection forever, but for now it is for the best

princess wylla tully, hand of the king, is one of the many royals who have been kidnapped in the middle of the night, leaving all the tullys shaken after all the turmoil they have already been through.

the newly appointed king cian took it upon himself to search for his missing sister and the other royals. however it seems as if he has fallen victim to some horrible fate. the new king has not been heard from since and most believe him to be dead.

there have been rumors and talks about another riverland family looking to gain some power within the riverlands. however so far it seems the bracken’s have been able to fly under the radar. but for how long can they keep that up, and how much does mara bracken know?

THE VALE:

in a land where noble blood and virtue is valued more than the riches of commerce, the distant merchant cousin of the falcon king, isembard arryn, has launched a claim for the mountain throne, with lord waleran grafton’s support. their current locations remain unknown, though there are rumours that both are seeking shelter in the vale’s long term but fickle ally, braavos. 

in a shocking turn of events, two of the graftons have joined ranks with the arryns of the eyrie; resulting in lord wyatt joining the vale council as master of ships and becoming betrothed to the princess ravella.

the current heir to the vale of arryn, princess maddalena, daughter of king rowan as a result of his first marriage has been kidnapped by the cursed pirates of the north, for her noble blood.  

the court of the vale remain shocked by king rowan arryn’s lannister queen of choice, and are bracing themselves for the consequences of an elopement none asked for. will queen guinevere ever be truly accepted in the court of arryn, which is as high as honour? will she ever be able to see the greyjoys as allies, considering the tense alliance between the vale and the iron islands? 

the mountain clans continue to plague the people of the vale, making the high road unsafe due to continuous raiding; the king seeks to arrange reconciliation plans for the sake of securing internal peace for the king. however, not all are supportive of such a plan, none more than the lord of runestone lord graham royce, hand to the king following the recent death of his only brother at the hands of a raid.

DORNE: 

while dorne had managed to stay out of the conflict of the dance of dragons, it seems now they are beginning to emerge themselves as a new player in the game of thrones. it seems the first big move by the martells was striking an alliance with the kingdom of the reach; a controversial move to many first discussed between cedric tyrell and loreza martell. 

the alliance between the reach and dorne has been further cemented with the marriage of lord dastan allyrion and lady sofina merryweather; however while the marriage was being celebrated a violent mob at the gates of godsgrace indicated that not all were ready to put aside the tense history between dorne and the reach. 

dornish scorpions played a role in the injury of silverwing, the last living dragon that set up a den in the reach following the war. conflict broke out, and whilst the reach and dorne managed to remove the dragon from reach soil with the dragon being shot, it was not at no cost. 

seemingly quiet, prince mors martell is thinking more of the legacy he wishes to leave behind for his daughter, the princess leila. not wanting to be dependent on his allies for crops, mors is willing to test whether history sees him as a conqueror or an invader of the fertile northern marshes of the stormlands. war is on the horizon, as much as the setting dornish sun.

THE STORMLANDS:

the marriage between princess argella baratheon and king daemon targaryen was a happy union between two people who have loved one another for years. their union was blessed by the pregnancy of their first child, relatively quickly. however, their happiness was not meant to last as daemon targaryen was killed at the hands of the cursed pirates and some other mysterious force, leaving argella acting as queen regent of the crownlands as she awaits the birth of her child.

house tarth, remaining a loyal banner to house baratheon regardless of previous broken betrothals, continues to push forward relations between the stormlands and other regions, most notably the vale, through the betrothal of lord graham royce and lady minisa tarth. lord darrik tarth continues to attempt to live up to his elderly father’s great legacy; though with most tensions in the kingdom coming from the marches, how much can house tarth smooth over? 

a surprise came to the stormlanders when it was discovered that a targaryen had been living among them all for years. a young man named hal storm revealed himself to actually be jaeherys targayen, the only surviving son of aegon. while he had sworn his allyship to daemon, thus ending the dance of dragons between the blacks and the greens, what comes of the dragon knight with the man he swore loyalty to now dead?

the region was soon rocked by the news that king steffon baratheon was found dead. it wasn’t clear what the cause was, but it was an unnamed medical condition that lead to a seizure in his sleep. steffon had left his sister argella as his heir and thus, the stormlands and the crownlands are merged once more.

THE CROWNLANDS:

in his short reign, the dragon king daemon targaryen sought to rebuild kings landing into the economic heart of westeros, as it had always been. eventually the city was rebuilt into a picture of its former glory, and yet there remains a dark secret; the walls of the city and the labyrinth passages beneath the bustling streets are lined with vials of wildfire to be used for the cities defence. 

with the targaryens of dragonstone knowing of their secret cousins' existence, it seems as though the tensions brought about by the dance of dragons have simmered…for now. for whilst jaeherys targaryen has taken his place beneath a flag of black and red, laena targaryen continues to hide in the reach under the name of rhae oldflowers. 

princesses nelaena and caerella continue their grip on power, though with a new threat upon the horizon that could threaten their unborn niece or nephew’s claim to the throne, how long can this hold up? 

with the death of king steffon and him naming his sister as his heir, the stormlands became part of the crownlands throne.

THE IRON ISLANDS:

morra greyjoy has been looking into the mysterious disappearances of various women on the islands with the strained help of guinevere lannister. so far all roads seem to end with the lord blacktyde going behind her back and selling people in essos for extra, untraceable coin for the sake of engaging in an arms race against the greyjoys. morra has begun to narrow down her search and closing in on the true plot that the blacktydes have created - however it seems a bigger conspiracy than she thought.

the iron islands are trying to place themselves in the center of trade in westeros. having a full fleet of the fastest ships in any kingdom they want to set themselves as a valuable asset to have. morra greyjoy wants to find a more sustainable way for her people to live than just raiding small towns. despite some initial pushback, it seems people are starting to come around to the idea

with whispers of another war on the horizon, the greyjoys are unsure where they will stand if their cousins, the martells, are on opposite sides. can they truly fight against their own blood?

a new iron islander has sailed onto the shores of the north, regnar drumm has come to prove himself worth of morra greyjoy. if he can play his cards right he might be able to boost himself and his family into a greater power than they have ever had before.

rumors have begun to spread about dreams of the drowned god visiting sailors in their dreams. people have begun to believe an important message or time is coming for the iron islanders.

STEPSTONES:

the pirates of the stepstones are led by anari ryndoon nee darklyn; the sixteen year old who fled duskendale has turned into the pirate queen of the stepstones, navigating the treacherous waters of diplomacy and making a stand against those who attempt to claim the stones for themselves.  

stripped of her claim to duskendale and her title by king daemon targaryen as a result of an intense spat following the capture of lord darklyn by lord omer florent at silverwing incident, anari has distanced herself from all of the crownlands and has instead chosen to align herself and the stones with the opposing side of the reach. this partnership is not known, as it looks as though the stepstones are merely focusing on their own development. 

though it seems the stepstones have been so protective for an important reason, considering the queen of the stepstones has another possible candidate for the crownlands throne. her silver haired, lilac eyed son was the result of an age old slip with the dragon king in their youth; the boy with a claim to kings landing, who has only ever known the stepstones.

SOTHORYOS and YI-TI:

long since considered a dangerous, savage place by explorers and wayward pirates alike, hanneli the princess of quor left behind the secret jungles of sothroyos for the wintery world of the far westerosi north with a mission close to her heart, acting as an ambassador on behalf of her nation. 

in exchange for aid in helping fight off the summer islander slavers on their coast, she is ready to share real truths regarding sothoryos; an opportunity the king of casterly rock would not let slip by him. few know of the strange partnership between the westerlands and sothoryos, and even less understand it; and yet there must be some catch.

the jade empire of yi-ti, remaining as ancient a civilisation to the far east of westeos as it ever was, plays no major part in the westerosi game of thrones. and yet, seemingly within the flutter of snowflakes, the bastard blacksmith anya snow holds a greater family legacy than she could ever truly know.

[wefireandblood]

Semicanon

El Norte

Sarra Stark

Alys Stark

Raya Stark

Mariah Stark

Lyana Stark

Alys Karstark

Valle de Arryn

Quenton Corbray, señor de Último Hogar (puede estar muerto, tener en cuenta en la genealogía)

Tierras de los Ríos

Lucas Lothston, señor de Harrenhal

Falena Stokeworth, señora de Harrenhal

Jeyne Lothston

Lord Bracken, señor de Seto de Piedra y antigua mano del Rey

Barba Bracken

Melissa Blackwood

Lord Butterwell, Mano del Rey

Bastardos de Aegon IV y las Butterwell (0/3)

Occidente

Elaena Targaryen, regente de Plummhall

Tierras de la Corona

Daemon Mares

Septa Alyssanne

Septa Lily

Septa Willow

Septa Rosey

Septa Rhaena (Targaryen)

Ser Arlan de Árbol de la Moneda

Quentyn Ball, maestro de armas de la Fortaleza Roja

El Dominio

Gormon Peake

Wyman Webber

Eustace Osgrey

Armond Caswell, señor de Puerteamargo

Lord Jon Hightower, señor de Antigua

Robyn Ryshling

Ser Buford Bulwer

Tierra de las Tormentas

Terrence Toyne

Ronnel Penrose

Gawen Swann

Dorne

Casella Vaith

Ser Michael Manwoody

[wintervsuns]

♞

regardless of how much the inky black sky was illuminated with streaks of green, it felt as though the world around him had gone utterly dark, and had remained utterly dark. even as a familiar voice spoke out to him, a voice shuddering and breaking in ways it should not - what happened when did not talk for weeks? the southern poets and bards sung of love feeling like the rising sun, the emblem of sunrise and golden sunlight and whilst it may have at one point, somewhere in the steps of his prints upon snow that went up to his ankles, love had become more like midnight. a meeting in the middle, between what seemed to be life, and what seemed to be death.

what did life and death even mean in the reality of such a miracle stood before him, or was it a curse? a part of him felt sickened with himself for even thinking, contemplating on such a thing: how could the lady of karhold be anything but a blessing? how utterly wrong this scene was, for the sun of winter's ancient longsword to be pointed toward the strange woman of greywater watch he had always supported, and claimed a seat at the table for? had he not been her sun for so many years she had forgotten that the sun itself burned? had she forgotten the hottest of all fire burned blue, like ice, rather than the heat of the sun?

"no." brandon uttered, his voice remaining entirely brutish. "keep 'em up." her hands remained dainty, pink as a result of being against the snow merely moments earlier. there was the savageness of a northman wrapped around his words, one his wife did not see pointed to any but those ironborn who had once sacked their lands: the enemy of good, that which would threaten the peace they had created. the new age of the north, always at the very edge of being ripped apart. those who looked upon brandon karstark and claimed this was not him was wrong; this was only part of him. the wild ranger, the boy who had wanted to live beyond the wall and don shades of black. and at her next words, his own grey eyes somewhat broke.

perhaps because he found himself wondering whether some evil would force him to cut through this entity that wore the corpse of his wife like a rag doll? perhaps because he found himself wondering what he had done to deserve such a thing, apart from believe and follow through with every oath he had ever taken? "no…" he repeated, his words sounding somewhat more choked now. as though he were wrestling, choking, with the part of himself that perceived this to be some sick trick. some evil menace. "gods, no." he spoke, his voice now more strained with emotion than it had been some moments earlier. his sword, once steady, had now begun to shake, and not from the weight of it. it was because his hand itself was shaking.

because of those bright, blue eyes. her orbs had once been the most striking shade of green, and now they were the hue that reminded him of the tales old nan would mutter to him, sarra and his brother in an attempt to get the children of the sun into their beds. her face appeared the very same, but how could it be anything but different when death itself had graced her? taken her? was death not supposed to be the most final of all acts, and yet even now; even now, it appeared as though it were no such thing. this was supposed to be the most heartbreaking of all reunions, but for a moment the beast within the northman looked upon his wife as though she were the animal that needed slaying down.

the creatures deep within the forrest, that all who tread their way of life knew never to make a deal with. was this a reunion, or was it a execution?

it could never be an execution. his sword, pointed downward now; not fully let go of, but the blade dug into the thickness of the snow as though he were ready to carve out his own resting place. the gods had decided he would die as a result of his heart; his weakness, his inability to strike the final blow to what he did not believe to be entirely malicious. because he saw it was her. he saw it was the odd, ever-loving woman whose strange habits he had embraced with every fibre of himself. he would only marry once, and gods he had sworn it would be done right. and so, even if there was something else alongside her, he knew it was still her. and if it ended him, then so be it.

the sword remained buried within the snow. and as the green lights of the winter sky danced upon the horizon of karstark's helpless lands, seemingly holding out for a miracle, the lord and lady of karhold uttered words to one another that none knew of. an hour, they spent stood facing one another, until at least it seemed something cracked. when the wagon door shut, her shroud was wrapped around her once more, only this time for extra warmth. the lord and lady had a dukedom to preserve.

(end.)

♞

to say an eclipse had come over the sun of winter would be an understatement: for it felt as though there was no sun of winter, not anymore. there came an immense cloud upon his conscience, upon every waking moment and in those moments where his body was so exhausted he somehow found an hour or two of sleep before being awoken again, feeling worse than he had before he slept. brandon karstark knew of the importance of the body when it came to warfare: ten years of war had never made him feel as he did in this moment.

there were no words to describe the darkness that had settled over his heart, suffocating whatever was left of it: dark hair, a full beard, hollowed, empty grey orbs the longer his eyes fixed upon the sight of the white shroud before him. when he were not on his horse, the karstark troops that accompanied them through the sun lands encouraged him to remain within a wagon to sleep: they did not necessarily mean her wagon. and yet, it were the only wagon where he could fall asleep: in the presence of her, even wrapped in a white shroud.

whatever had been done in winterfell had worked. worked strangely. for meera reed looked as though she merely was asleep. such a deep sleeper, it took him time to wake her in those early mornings they shared their bed together.

there came a time where he needed to cover her face, to stop himself from simply staring at it for hours in the darkness: it drove him to what felt like the very edge of sanity. it were as though he were on vigil around the corpse of the woman he loved truly, fiercely and deeply; in the way a man should love a woman he cared much for. watched her bloom, watched her talk even with slight nervous glimpses in his direction, watched her as he pulled her closer. and now he watched her, even when she was gone. gone, and all that was left was this empty shell.

only, she did not feel gone. he could swear he could still feel a stifling presence in the wagon with him, as though he could feel her skirts against him, sat beside him.

brandon karstark felt as though this would be the last war of his life, for he would not make it out of this one alive. he felt as though the winter sun had set on his time as the ruling lord of these lands, and his brother would have to find whatever was left of him. there was a small, burning spark that remained buried deep within him: one he knew would extinguish as soon as what he felt his duty was had been finished. she would be entombed within the walls of karhold, where she would be safe; where she had to be safe, where she should have been all along, then he would gladly give his last breath time and time again to see it done.

then the sun of winter would set on the borders of his lands, pushing back those forces of what could be described as nothing less than evil with all his might until they brought the giant to his knees, bringing forth another night before the morning would come again. it truly felt as though there was nothing left - and he accepted it, wholeheartedly.

he were half dozed, his head against the window, eyes red from the tears that seemed to plague him when there was a sudden flurry of movement within the wagon. it was enough to send shockwaves through his half asleep, exhausted body; shooting upward, noting the white sheet suddenly moving. and suddenly, meera reed had sat up. his wife had set up, and was looking upon him. her eyes were bright blue, and she was crying. crying heavily.

she did not realise it yet though. her eyes were a bright blue. they had been green. bright green. his mind only went back to that plagued time in the north not that long ago, the sight of what had been seen at the wall, those bright blue eyes. he knew of the tales of the north: knew of the truth in them, now more than ever before. he had always believed. they were not the exact same, but they were close enough. brandon karstark did not think about who this was sat across from him: for instinct was instinct.

his hand went immediately to the hilt of his blade, sheathing it with a mighty sound that filled the carriage’s silence and suddenly he moved to stand, knowing what was happening here. he had no time to think about what was happening here.

he only wanted to set the weirwood trees on fire for the gods playing with him time and time again. he wanted to watch the red leaves curl and hear them burn, and he would continue to burn it down. for this? this was a line too far. what had he done to deserve this? it was the sound of his blade sheathing that made the sound of a sob slip from her lips, piercing, and a sudden flurry of a movement. the carriage door was opened as it continued to move, though he heard the horses make a reaction at the sudden noise that came from the wagon.

she tumbled into the snow, with the green lights above the skies of karhold illuminating the scene.

“stay there. get yer hands up.” brandon bellowed, with a voice that echoed the thunder of the old gods. it were deep, terrifying - no sign of the sun of winter in his voice. there was no sense of warmth, nothing that looked upon whatever this was with a sense of love. there was something almost animalistic about him, the way he towered as he leapt from the carriage. “get yer fucking hands up.” it was a soldier of winter, the right hand of the winter king for ten long years. the hunter that was ready to join the nights watch once in his life, and end such things. his blade remained steady, the size of it massive; it glinted against the dancing green lights in the sky above them.

“stop the wagon.”

ꕤ

          THE SHARP SOUND OF HIS BLADE  grounds her in the worst possible way, gluing her eyes to the sword that all but shines mockingly, taunting her with things that even she could not deny for they were happening right in front of her eyes. he had drawn his blade because of her. he had drawn his blade at her. instinctively, the action had ripped a gut wrenching sob from deep within her, as though he had already killed her. it certainly felt that way - heart aching in such a way that meera karstark nee reed truly considered death a better option than this. perhaps the old gods had gone too far. how could they go this far ?? her throat feels tight and dry, as though it will burn if she speaks so she simply does not. instead, her frame lurches back and away from the man that swore to protect her until their very last breath. perhaps, he had already done so for in his mind she had already died. perhaps... to him, she was to remain dead. the realization forces yet another sob from the heart shaped lips of the northern seer whom further moves away from him in an impulsive, emotional haze. all she knows is that she is no longer within the warm confines of the wagon. bare feet hit the snow covered ground roughly, knocking her out of balance due to the wagon having been in motion and so, knees kiss the snowy ground as her body sinks onto the ground, defeated. the cold does not hurt or... she supposes that it does hurt and the pain within her chest is simply much more powerful than the nipping of the snow and the sharp stinging of the northern night winds. her body slumps even as he shouts at her, gods he's yelling at her. she had never known this side of brandon karstark, not when she had pushed him away after he had gone to save sarra karstark, not when she though she had pushed his buttons to the point of no return, not then and not ever. this... this was new. the lady of karhold and greywater watch knew not what to do for her thoughts were racing and she was too overwhelmed to react in any other way than the weeping mess that became of her.           he's screaming at her to put her hands up and yet, as her gaze lifts and her lungs fight to inhale through pained sobs, palms remain pressed against the soft snow. freshly fallen and still... she knows this by the sudden dampness of raven like curls. the echoing of his loud tone demands her cooperation, grey hues stone cold and hard as they watch her. slowly, her hands lift, palms pink from having been pressed against the snow. by the gods, he hated her. hands fall suddenly all too aware that the love that he held for her seemed to have gone with her the moment she slipped from the real world and, seven hells, meera karstark knew not how to stop her crying. what she did know, was that she had to figure it out or perhaps she would die a permanent death by the hands of her love. the wagon stops abruptly, horses neighing in complaint and the loud approaching footsteps are enough to will her gaze in their direction. the karstark men hesitate upon registering the scene, unsure of what to do themselves. so the blue orbs of the northern seer flicker back towards her husband's frame. ❝ p-pl-lease.  ❞ her voice is shaky and despite her previous thought, her throat did not burn. it only felt... unreal, as though her voice was not hers. it had been so long since she had spoken at all, meera had almost forgotten what she sounded like.                there was something hauntingly ironic in this very moment, what should have been a reunion felt more like an execution, her execution. what else was there ?? how else could the old gods break her ??? there was nothing else.

           brandon karstark was simply everything. it is in this exact moment that every single moment spent with him flashes through her head, gaze drifting up towards the starry sky. you have a hold on my heart, to the point i would never want to break yours, even if i were to not see another sunrise. she remembers it as though it was happening right in front of her now. do you want to tread this path, and all that comes with it? his voice echoed inside of her head, warm and filled with love. i wish to tread this path and all that comes with it, now, tomorrow and every day after that. her voice had answered naturally, instinctively, as though it was second nature. ❝ i will always wish to tread the path that leads me to you. ❞ she lets out, softly so softly that she doubts the words even left her thoughts, but they had. through uneven breaths and soft cries. so much so that she does not even realize she had spoken the words out loud. but she had, painfully and slowly. how unfairly tragic it all was.

[adam-stark]

truth serum: what are your feelings towards princess elyse nowadays?

“I do not harbor the feelings I once did, such romantic notions have stayed in the past,” the lone wolf of House Stark easily admitted, recalling the infatuation the two of them had in their earlier days. It was a chapter of his life he acknowledged, that he remembered with fondness, which he knew had come to a close. Another chapter followed in the form of Sarra afterwards, and his heart had both taken flight and shattered for her —the promise of everything he knew he wanted in life, the future he dared to dream about, only to see her die. Gods knew if it was in the cards for him to get a new chance at love after that... He’d gotten one after Elyse, after all, so it was possible, despite how unlikely it felt for the prince. “That particular history with Elyse ran its course; we grew up, the circumstances of the world led us in different directions,” he added, his tone light and sincere. “But I’m fortunate to still consider her a friend”.

( @goldcnaura & @sarra-karstark )

[adam-stark]

LAWLESS & DAWN GOLDEN — “DESCENT”

Today, we will see the sun in flames Tidal wave, washing on the wild way Today, everything we thought will change And this life will never be the same again Oh, and just let go Oh, and just let go We will rise together We will rise together

@starkwhitewolf, @redwolfff, @edricxstark, @cassvstark, @wintervsuns & @sarra-karstark

[sarra-karstark]

TRUTH SERUM: Would you choose love or your family?

“My family. Every single time,” the lady responded with an icy stare and sheer determination in her voice.

( @wintervsuns, @starkwhitewolf, @rosaaaryn, @adam--stark, @ofwinterwinds, @edricxstark & @cassvstark )