#(i would die for cersei lannister it is known)

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Prey Sigil

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Prompt: Their s/o’s family sigil is something that is prey to theirs. Characters: Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister “You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.” – Illyrio Mopatis, A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion I

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Robb Stark

Sigil: Rabbit / Hare ✿ Robb would likely find it somewhat amusing. He definitely sees the humor in the direwolf joining with the hare and would occasionally joke about it with you. ✿ He would probably give you a pet name like “my little rabbit” or something along those lines. Though, he would only call you that in private once you are more familiar with one other. He might affectionately refer to you as his rabbit to those he is close to after a while. ✿ The tone of his pet name for you would depend on your personality, but the fondness (and teasing) in it would be the same. ✿ Robb is a protective person, and he would be protective of you regardless, but especially if you’re more meek and less likely to stand up for yourself. Rabbits are often seen as symbols of innocence and vulnerability, so he would find that your house’s sigil is fitting. ✿ Now, if you’re more confident and assertive, he would be much more teasing in calling you a rabbit. He would likely add that you were his “fierce little rabbit” and say that there was a wolf in you yet. ✿ He would commission small wood carvings of a direwolf and a rabbit that you keep on your bedside table as a wedding or anniversary gift. They are not to be separated. ✿ If the two of you were to discuss having children (he does need his heir), he would refer to them as “wobbits”. ✿ On that topic, another thing that rabbits are well-known for is how quickly they reproduce (eg “fucking like rabbits”), and so he would probably joke and tease you about that in the privacy of your bedchamber. ✿ You kinda need to be a rabbit to keep up with his ass honestly. ✿ He is very eager to have “a full brood of wobbits hopping around”

Theon Greyjoy

Sigil: A ship with ten fish (Krakens are difficult okay)

✿ Bro’s got jokes (and they aren’t funny) ✿ He’s just a really handsy person in general. He likes to have his hands on you whenever he can. If he can pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around you waist, he will. It is not a matter of if: it is absolutely a matter of when. ✿ Literally, his favorite thing is to catch your waist when you’re walking by and just pull you down onto him when you’re least expecting it. Just like a Kracken would pull a ship down into the sea. ✿ He just likes to be wrapped around you (he says he thinks he prefers it when you’re wrapped around him, but this isn’t about that). ✿ Except it is about that because most of the jokes he makes will be sexual. ✿ Before he goes down on you, he would jest about a Kraken eating (out) a ship. When he finds how wet you are, he would say that you were flooding/swamping and that it was time for him to sink (into) you. ✿ If you don’t find him funny, he might stop (maybe), but he finds himself funny and that’s all that matters. (He isn't funny). ✿ Very specific, but if you can’t swim, he would never let you hear the end of it. He would offer to teach you (since a boat should know how to float), and while a genuine effort would be made, he would also play around with you in the water, pulling you down into the water. Probably ends up almost drowning you once or twice (accidental baptism, what is dead may never die 🙏). ✿ He actually would likely enjoy being wet with you though, whether you can swim or not. Whether it’s in the hot springs in the godswood of Winterfell or just in a tub during a bath, he’d like how you look with water dripping down your body. He’d joke that you’re both in your natural habitat… mostly. ✿ Gods have mercy if he ever gets you with child because now the ship is manned and he would not shut up about it. The Kraken added life to the ship instead of taking from it.

Cersei Lannister

Sigil: Antelope

✿ She would feel slightly annoyed that an antelope is similar to a stag, but she would eventually learn to ignore it (until you do something that annoys her, then she remembers again and makes it your problem, but you shouldn’t have annoyed her, so it’s actually still your fault).

✿ But you’re not a stag, she would remind herself. An antelope is not a stag; they are prettier than a stag and more graceful. You’re not Robert. You’re not a King; you’re beneath her in every way, and she finds comfort in that.

✿ As you can guess, your relationship likely would not be the healthiest.

✿ Cersei would like to brand you as hers in some way, but she knows that she would have to do it discreetly, so she would use your own coat of arms to do it. You can expect certain gifts from her, as rewards for your services.

✿ Accessories for your hair, shaped similarly to antelope horns, rings with grooves similar to that of an antelope, and she would sneak some reds and golds into them, along with the colors of your own house.

✿ Another way she would “brand” you would be by biting you. As much as she would like to leave it somewhere visible, she is more sensible than that. Your thighs are free game though. You’d be able to tell if she’s upset with you (or in general) by whether she draws blood or not. She would tend to take certain emotions out on you. If you whimper, she would remind you that this is what you’re here for. You’re an antelope, and she is the lion.

✿ She’s also clawing the absolute hell out of the back of your neck while you’re eating her out, but it’s okay because you’ll just wear your hair in a way that hides it.

Jaime Lannister

Sigil: Striped Horse (Zebra) [Note: I don’t think Zebras are ever name-dropped in ASOIAF. Zorses are, but not Zebras. But Zorses come from Zebras and I like Zebras so we’re using Zebras ok? cool.] ✿ You will never get a chance to ask him to do anything without him saying that the striped horse should not give be giving orders to the lion (but he will still do what you asked… if he feels like it and begrudgingly. But if he thinks it would be funnier to ignore your request, you’re on your own).

✿ Big “I know the striped horse is not talking rn” energy whenever you say anything ever. Unfortunately, bullying is one of his love languages.

✿ He would be similar to Cersei in the aspect that he would want you to have some piece of him that connects you to him, thus in a way branding you, but he would also want to have a piece of you that connects him to you.

✿ He is more likely to give you something with a lion on it straight up but perhaps in your colors. He might subtly take on your colors as well with something small with plausible deniability. For example, he carried a white ribbon on him (he is a knight of the Kingsguard, so it would not be questioned) and you carry a black one on you. If he were feeling more daring, he might take the black ribbon while you keep the white. He keeps it for good luck but would openly deny doing such a thing if you mentioned it.

✿ He is a yearner (something else he denies). If he is away from you for a certain amount of time, he will begin to find ways to see you in everything. He sees horses and that makes him think of striped horses and then that makes him think of you because that’s your house’s sigil. He sees a black and white cat, and you know what else is black and white? A striped horse :(

✿ Would literally bite your ass while undressing you, but it would be more of a nip than an actual bite. If your eyes widened and you looked down at him in shock, he would just smirk and say, “What? I’m a lion.”

✿ He would enjoy pinning you down in bed and playfully taunting you while nipping at your skin. He’d like it if you ‘fought back’ just so he can pin you down again.

Tyrion Lannister

Sigil: Warthog ✿ He would find a bit of irony in the idea of him being a lion and your somehow being a warthog and he would probably make self-deprecating jokes about it, likely that he thinks it should be reversed. He thinks that you are strong and beautiful like a lion, whereas he would put his appearance something closer to a warthog. But Tyrion does hold some complicated pride in being a lion, and he would be happy to make you one as well. ✿ He would probably do something similar to Robb, having something commissioned to honor both of your houses, but it would likely be on a grander scale (might as well put that Lannister gold to good use). Instead of wood carvings, it would likely be marble figures with rubies for the lion’s eyes and a stone of your house’s colors for your warthog. He would be very happy if you liked them. ✿ At some point in the relationship, he would jest that you’re certainly the prettiest pig that he has ever seen, that is for sure… and then immediately backpedal, saying perhaps he should not liken you to a pig. If you found humor in it, he would be relieved. ✿ Tyrion would have fun with it. He’s a very knowledgeable person, so he likely has some fun facts about warthogs stored up there to bring out whenever you do something he can compare it to. You’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be? Hogging (ha) the blankets? Well, warthogs are notorious trespassers and thieves (they steal other animals’ burrows) and you are truly a testament to that. ✿ He will have most definitely make the comment that he has no desire to strip the skin from your bones, but he does wish to strip you of something before reaching for your clothing. ✿ Cersei would be quite fond of your coat of arms, even more so once it is joined with the lion. A warthog is not a boar, but they are close enough in appearance as far as she is concerned. She would commission you clothes just to see a lion and a “boar” close together whenever she sees you, and she would pass it off as a good-sisterly gift. Tyrion suspects that his sister finds glee in the prospect because of how King Robert died (he is correct).

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To Love A Lannister

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The crowd had gotten louder the moment you opened your eyes, squinting at first against the sun. You wanted to shield your sight but with your hands tied behind your back, all you could do was wiggle your head to the opposite direction. And when you looked to the sides, there Cersei stood, her lips curved into an evil smile, along side her son, King Joffrey. The sound of a man grunting beside you made you turn your head. A masked man was pulling some kind of rope beside you. Your eyes followed where it leads, ending on a machinery located on top of you. It only took you a second to figure out it was a guillotine.

Thwak!

You abruptly woke up, grasping your neck as if on instinct if it was still connected to your body. You weren't scared to die, not for now, anyway. But you'd have a far chance getting killed from drowning rather than execution.

It was only a harmless threat, you thought. Cersei was known for it. And even when you knew what you were getting to in the end, it couldn't hurt you a little less to try, that maybe the endless looks you get from Cersei during dinners and passing meant something other than distaste.

Sleep was hard to get by after that. With nothing else left to do, you decided to wake up for the day.

Oberyn and Ellaria were still fast asleep so you tried to find food for breakfast. And if luck permitted you, you might bumped into the Queen herself.

It was not the Queen you met by the courtyard near the Kitchen's Keep but Tommen, her youngest son. It appeared he was chasing something that scurried further away into the bushes.

When he didn't see you standing behind him, he bumped into your chest. "Apologies My Lady, I was just chasing my cat."

"No worries, My Prince," you greeted back as you bowed. "In fact, I saw him running towards those bushes. I'd help you, if you'd allow it."

"Please, I don't want to bother-"

"Nonsense," you said, then you and Tommen crouched unto the dirt and began looking for his cat. Fortunately, a sliver of gray caught your eye before it jumped to the nearby fence.

"Got you," you said as you caught the furry cat, brushing its fur as you returned it to a smiling Tommen.

"Thank you, My Lady," he said.

"Does it have a name?"

"Ser Pounce."

"An honorable name."

"Do you think so? Joffrey doesn't think so," he said sadly. "He always says he'd kill him and make me eat it."

"I'm sure he's only kidding, My Prince," you said, though you didn't doubt Joffrey wouldn't do it. "If you need any place for him to hide for the meantime, you can always ask me."

Tommen smiled from ear to ear. And that was when you finally noticed you two weren't alone.

"It's time for breakfast, Tommen," Cersei called, her hands tightly clutching against the post. The Queen possessed a kind of beauty no one could compare. And you were completely enamored.

"Your Grace," you greeted, bowing your head.

"Coming, Mother!" Tommen answered before turning back to you. "Would you like to join us for breakfast, My Lady?"

Before you could reply, Cersei added, "I'm sure Y/N has something else to tend to this morning-"

"Of course, I'd like to dine with you," you interrupted, chuckling softly. "I feel famished myself already. Tommen here can tell me more about Ser Pounce and how he became a knight."

Tommen laughed as you walked together towards the dining hall, ignoring Cersei's warning glare she was sending your way.

Luckily, Joffrey wasn't around to join. And that meant Tommen was free to discuss with you about his cat and about the cats in Dorne. You had shared with him how you used to have a pet cat who died due to old age. You mentioned it was your late cousin Elia's cat.

"That's terrible, I don't want that to happen to Ser Pounce," Tommen said as he brushed the furry cat on his lap.

"I'm sure he'll live a long life, My Prince," you assured him. "In fact, Myrcella has also gotten herself a cat in Dorne."

The mention of Cersei's daughter made the Queen drop her spoon.

"Really? I can't wait to meet them. Mother, can we go visit Myrcella in Dorne?" Tommen asked.

Cersei could only force a smile. You didn't mean to put the Queen on the spot so you eventually changed the topic.

When Tommen had excused himself to chase after Ser Pounce, who suddenly jumped from his lap to chase a mouse, the air in the room grew thick.

"You seem to have gotten close to my daughter," Cersei began, after sipping her wine. "I'm glad hospitality is still being practiced in Dorne nowadays."

You smiled at her. "Yes, Your Grace. Myrcella's a bright girl, kind and exceptional. I loved having her around when we're reading scrolls about the night sky and the history of Dorne."

"She doesn't need to know the history of Dorne, when she'll be back to the Capital once she's of age," Cersei said.

"Well, Myrcella always seems curious. And there's no harm seeking more wisdom when there's nothing left to lose."

There was utter silence as you both continued to eat.

"She misses you, Your Grace," you said sincerely. This softened the Queen's stature. It even brought a little smile on her face.

"Mm, we do send each other letters from time to time," Cersei answered.

"You know no words would be tantamount to physical presence-"

"Are you suggesting I should visit Dorne?" Cersei asked, chuckling.

"Why not, Your Grace? I, myself, could give you a tour."

Cersei laughed softly. And it was the kind of laugh that didn't sound evil. It was a genuine one. A soft one. One that's full of longing.

The conversation went on as you both talked about Dorne, about Myrcella, about Cersei's travels when she was young, how being a Queen caged her from exploring and how she once had a dream she had a boat of her own and she'd be the captain.

It only ended abruptly when Jaime arrived, setting his helmet on the dining table rather loud and harshly, as if he was intentionally interrupting your conversation.

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Later that night, Tywin held a small dinner for the guests. You would have enjoyed it, however, the sight of Cersei and Jaime rather close together only made your stomach churn with spite.

And there was King Joffrey, boastfully showing off the wild boar he had caught earlier that morning. You knew he had ordered a servant to do that for him. You were about to counter his speech but decided against it, remembering how you had promised to control yourself around Cersei's first son.

The only time you couldn't pretend to be happy were the times Cersei was with Jaime. Jaime came back a week ago with a decapitated hand. You felt pity for the man who had suffered being a hostage by the Starks yet you couldn't help feeling bitter whenever he and Cersei had gotten close.

You knew the rumors. Drunk Tyrion even confirmed it one night you accompanied your cousin in certain brothels. That Cersei was truly involved with her twin brother Jaime. That the King was not the true heir. Even Myrcella. Or Tommen.

You decided to ignore them when you could still control yourself. One wrong comment from you would make your nightmare come true.

And then there was Ser Loras Tyrell from Highgarden, brother of the bride to be Lady Margaery, the one Cersei is arranged to be married.

This made you feel more hatred as if you had any right at all.

Cersei was staring outside the window alone with a glass of red wine in her hand when you noticed Loras approached her. She immediately dismissed him the soonest he opened his mouth to talk before she went to watch by the next window instead.

The disappointment on Loras' face brought comfort in yours.

This was the time you finally approached Cersei.

If she'd dismissed you like the way she did to the poor guy, it was probably a sign from the heavens to give up on pursuing after her.

"Your Grace," you greeted, bowing your head before standing beside her by the window. The celebration had spread outside the Red Keep, where you could see a couple of people drinking loudly and yelling outside their houses.

"Parties in Dorne are different," you commented. "It's lively and thrilling."

Cersei snorted before she sipped her wine, her eyes still on the horizon. "And what of the Capital?"

"It's dark and dull, the complete opposite to be honest, but I mean no offense, Your Grace," you replied.

"If it was such a bore to you, why bother come?"

You smiled. "And miss this chance to meet you, Your Grace? I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world."

Cersei's cheeks flushed but your eyes could only be imagining it for the torches inside the castle could be playing tricks on you.

She licked her lips before speaking, "What do you want?"

"What?"

"You've been certainly making it your priority to catch my attention," she went on with disdain in her voice. "Sparing with Joffrey, getting close with Tommen and Myrcella. Is it Tommen you want? I'm sure Dorne won't tolerate such a thing."

It made you laugh. "I believe you're right, Your Grace."

Cersei chuckled darkly. "I'd better be dead before I'd allow your marriage to my youngest boy."

You quickly shook your head, still laughing. "No, Your Grace. It was just to catch your attention."

"To what end?"

And you only stared at her as if you had nothing else to say.

She scoffed, suddenly realizing. "You must be out of your mind. In fact, I believe you want to get yourself killed."

"Dorne is amazing," you reasoned. "In fact, richer and more powerful than Highgarden. And we all know Ser Loras is a pillow biter. And. . . Myrcella already loves it there in Dorne-"

"I don't think you have noticed one wrong physical aspect. How would you even gift an heir to my father?"

You smiled. "Trust me, I have no problems with that, Your Grace. I'm sure the rumors about me have also spread upon my arrival."

Cersei only fell silent as her eyes quickly darted to your crotch back to your face before gazing out the horizon.

"If you think I'd entertain such a ludicrous idea then I suggest you guard your doors at night because I myself will slice off your tongue. You're not even a known Martell. What makes you think degrading myself to your level would even be a fair comparison as to marrying Loras?"

"Forgive me, Your Grace." You bowed, hurt upon the admission. "I didn't mean to offend-"

"Offend? You insulted my family name."

"Cersei, a word?"

Both of you turned to Tywin's voice.

"Apologies My lady Y/n, I have something to discuss with my daughter."

"Of course, Lord Tywin," you said, then you looked at Cersei, avoiding her eyes. "Your Grace."

[romancingromanoff]

Hi there, your stories are amazing, I really love them, I was wondering if you could do a margaery tyrell x F targaryen reader, where the reader is the sister of daenerys, and she also has a personality like her badass ancestor visenya instead of being ladylike

Sorry this took so long but I had a lot of fun with this request. It made me realize how much I miss writing for GoT and Margaery. I made our reader similar to Visenya in the sense that they share a love for combat and have tenacious spirits, but she isn't a complete carbon copy of her ancestor and lacks more of the diplomatic skill/finesse she was also known for. I hope you enjoy and thank you!

Daenerys was finally on the throne. You had already left Essos with a massive force the world had not seen in centuries with the Dothraki, the Unsullied, and three full grown dragons at your sister’s command. With the additional support from the Tyrells, the Dornish, and the Greyjoys, Cersei Lannister stood absolutely no chance. As Dany rode on Drogon and you rode Viserion, the sky over King’s Landing and the Red Keep instantly darkened.

The smallfolk and many of Cersei’s supporters had already begun to turn on her after the destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor. Luckily, Margaery Tyrell and a few others had been able to escape thanks to her sharp wits and quick thinking, while the High Sparrow and the majority of his followers had perished in the explosion. Poor King Tommen, who was under the impression that his wife had been killed, had taken his own life soon after by jumping from the Red Keep. As your army surrounded King’s Landing, the City Watch peacefully surrendered before any blood needed to be shed and your forces quickly closed in on the queen. There were a few loyal members of the Kingsguard that were willing to put down their lives for their queen, the most notable among them being the Kingslayer himself, however, they could only delay the inevitable.

Your father’s murderer was swiftly stabbed in the back by Grey Worm, killed the exact same way he had betrayed his king. Every part of you envied your friend for being the one to end the Kingslayer’s life. You were told that Cersei broke down upon watching her brother and lover die protecting her. She had poison on hand which she planned to use on herself but wasn’t quick enough to evade capture. No, she would not get a swift death. Dany had her presented to the entire city and lit her up with Drogon’s dragon fire in the tradition of your ancestors. She died screaming for mercy while the crowds cheered, the tyrant queen was finally gone.

Unfortunately, there had been very little time to celebrate your victory before a convoy from the North traveled down with news of an ancient threat that sought to wipe out all of humanity. 

Neither you or Dany believed that the White Walkers actually existed until you flew north of the wall yourselves to witness the army of the dead with your own eyes. You immediately summoned dragon fire to try and destroy whatever portions of the army you could, but then Viserion and you had nearly been killed in the attack when an unimaginably deadly spear made of ice had been launched in your direction by the Night King himself. Viserion dove quickly and turned his body so that you wouldn’t be hit but part of his left wing was snagged and soon the two of you were falling out of the sky. Your dragon was able to soften the landing for you as best as he could but the impact was still extremely damaging on your body.

Being more of a fighter, you had suffered your fair share of injuries in the past. Around your sixth nameday, a special sling had to be made for your arm. You had broken it while wielding a large stick you found in the gardens of one of the many sponsors in Essos you lived with before moving onto the next. In your mind, you imagined it was the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister that had once belonged to your great ancestor Visenya Targaryen. One jump off of the roof with your imaginary dragon had led to a nasty fall and started a series of mostly self-induced, reckless wounds. 

Scars covered your body, telling the stories of every horse you’d fallen off of and time you’d wrestled a Dothraki warrior that was easily twice your size. Daenerys hated how eager you were to pick up any sword or bow you could get your hands on but understood that trying to stop you only fueled the fire in your veins. When she had entered the funeral pyre and given birth to her three dragons, the only thing you could talk about from then on out was when they’d be large enough to ride. Not once did you worry about the possibility of falling out of the sky.

It took an entire week before you finally awoke, your first action trying to scramble out of bed despite the maesterscolding you for breaking several of your stitches. You had to know if your sister and friends were safe. Dany soon informed you that you were back in King’s Landing where Viserion was also healing. It was truly a relief to find out that he would be okay. Then your sister informed you of her plan to return to the north and aid in the fight against the dead at Winterfell while you were ordered to stay and rest in the capital.

“Dany, please!” You protested with every ounce of energy you had, causing a sharp pain to rip through your shoulder. “Let me go with you. I won’t let you do this alone!” 

“You are in no shape to fight, sister, and neither is your dragon. As your queen, I order you to stay here. I still have not been crowned and I need someone I can trust to guard the iron throne.”

It was a fight you knew you could not win, yet you dreaded being left alone in this strange city. “We have no allies here. I have no friends. Please, let me at least go with you to Winterfell and I won’t fight, I give you my word.” The thought of not being able to participate in the battle pained you but you at least wanted to be there for support. 

Your sister adamantly shook her head. “No, I will not gamble with your life. You are my heir and the only other person I trust to enact our mission. That is my final decision. Missandei and a few of the Unsullied will stay here with you. You should take the opportunity to get to know the people here, learn about the culture and make more allies. Many in Westeros still view us as foreigners and I need to know who I can truly trust to fully support my reign.”

“Dany, you know I’m hopeless when it comes to this stuff,” you sighed and could already tell your head would be hurting for weeks if you were forced to sit and make pleasantries with strangers. Between you and your sister, she had always been more naturally gifted in the ways of diplomacy and charming others to listen to her words. You, on the other hand, were more inclined to laugh at the absolute worst moment of a conversation or trip over your own words and accidentally curse in a way completely unfit for a highborn lady. “If it’s seven kingdoms you wish to rule then you’ll ensure I’m not able to make a fool of myself in front of the most powerful families in Westeros.”

There was no convincing her. Your eyes stung stung for hours when your sister left you behind. In the following days, more agonizing than your wounds was the dreadful feeling of not knowing whether or not your friends were alive or dead. Being bedridden you felt completely helpless as the days came and went with no ravens delivering news of any sort of outcome yet. After a few days, you were finally given permission to try and walk again and took every opportunity to explore the castle. Missandei eventually tried to force you to rest and it took a great deal of effort to ditch her. Trying to shuffle as quickly as you could through several smaller corridors resulted in you being completely lost.

That was where you first met Margaery Tyrell. Somehow, she managed to sneak up on you the third time you realized you had walked past the same statue. “Your grace,” she performed a small curtsy in front of you. “I’m glad to see you have progressed tremendously from your injuries. I’m Margaery of the House Tyrell, truly, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“I…“ Oh gods, you weren’t prepared for this at all. It was like you instantly had forgotten how to speak. Many had said that Margaery was the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros. And although you had seen very little of the seven kingdoms thus far, you were inclined to agree. She was utterly breathtaking, with honeyed hair and hypnotic eyes. You cursed at yourself for leaving Missandei, the only person that might have been able to save you in this current situation. You needed her to say absolutely anything else in literally any of the several languages she spoke. Even gibberish would have been better than you just standing there gaping at the poor lady.

She went ahead and continued speaking after you failed to respond with anything more than a wordless stare. “May I assist you in any way? I know how daunting finding your way around the castle can be. During my first two weeks of living here I got lost on my way to the Great Hall and found myself in a sunken courtyard where two men conversed with one another in a foreign language I didn’t recognize and ignored my presence when I tried to ask for help in Common Tongue. I had to wait for a cook to come rescue me and that was only because he was chasing a pigeon that had stolen his spoon from the kitchen!”

It was unclear whether or not you were meant to laugh at her anecdote and you didn’t want to risk doing the wrong thing. But then Margaery herself began chuckling at her previous misfortune and you felt relaxed enough to lift your lips into a small smile. Her energy was contagious and frankly, so was the sound of her laughter. You immediately wished to hear more of it.

“Yes, well… It’s, uh, strange never having been here myself but knowing my family has walked these halls for generations. I asked a servant if the rumors that dead Targaryens haunt the corridors were true and she nearly fainted. I suppose that answered my question. Honestly, it would be nice if their ghosts could offer me any directions.”

You worried that you might have overshared, although you had only been trying to follow Margaery’s lead. But the charming woman in front of you suddenly burst into the most melodic laughter you’d ever heard and a strange warmth rushed into your face.

“That would be helpful, wouldn’t it, if those from the past could offer their wisdom to us before we make the exact same mistakes they did?”

“Yes, exactly!” The fact that the two of you are on the same page has you giggling with complete elation. “Do you ever think about your dead family?”

As soon as the words left your mouth you only realized what you just said. Oh gods, why did you have to phrase it like that? How foolish did you have to be to forget that her own brother, Loras Tyrell, had been unable to escape the Great Sept not even two moons ago? 

Margaery blinked twice, staring at you mildly stunned. It was the same look you see on your sister’s face whenever tries to hold in a cringe and realizes she’ll have to offer up an explanation for your infantile behavior.

“I-I must apologize, my lady, I didn’t mean to say it like that.” You took several steps back from the woman, unsure if she wanted to turn and leave so you were prepared to excuse yourself first. “I understand if you want me to leave.”

“It’s alright. Please, stay.” You felt her hand reach for your wrist and although her touch was nothing but gentle it startled you. Your eyebrows immediately shot up like she had frozen you by some strange magic. “You’ve done nothing to offend me. I suppose I was simply surprised by your choice of words.”

You released a breath you’d been holding. “That tends to be a regular occurrence I’m afraid. My lady, I truly am sorry about the loss of your brother. My own was rather cruel and I feared him since I was a small child, yet his death unsettled me greatly even though he deserved it. I understand you were very close with yours and no one deserves that sort of fate. You and your family have my deepest condolences.”

“Thank you,” Margaery spoke more softly before with a new contemplative look in her eyes. “Loras was deeply misunderstood and unfortunately people weren’t very accepting of his differences. I wish he had been able to freely live as himself without judgment.”

It sounded all too familiar. Recently, people you knew had spoken about the youngest Tyrell son’s… sexual preferences… But you always tried to avert your attention from such conversations when you came across them, even if the participants didn’t seem hostile with their judgment. You were no longer in Essos where people like yourself were generally more accepted in society. And although the High Sparrow and his fanatics were gone, members of the Faith of the Seven continued to persecute others like you. 

“I understand the feeling. My sister and I hope to build a new Westeros where everyone is free to make their own decisions. A place that’s free of judgment and everyone can decide their own future, so long as it is done fairly. The weak and the poor will no longer break their backs for greedy men that would abuse them for a few coins.” 

“I should be quite fortunate to witness it,” she gave you a bright smile and offered you her arm, which you hesitated to take at first. A part of you knew even the slightest bit of her touch would be addicting for you, which turned out to be correct. She guided you throughout the rest of the castle and you decided that you’d let her lead you anywhere.

You found it strange when only a fortnight had passed and surprisingly you felt as if you’d been friends with MargaeryTyrell much longer. Whether you were struggling to find the proper words to use or going off on one of your many animated tangents, the southern lady never judged nor criticized you. It quickly became evident that she was a master at socializing and had no problem carrying the conversation on her own when you internally fussed over what to say. However, she was also eager to listen when you finally let one of your passionate ramblings pour from your heart. Even subjects that were positively unladylike, which you had first assumed would be of no interest to your new companion, became effortlessly easy to talk about with her. 

“Valyrian steel is objectively the best material to use if you ever needed an amputation. It cuts clean through skin, flesh, and bone, unlike more blunt blades which would be more likely to cause even greater injury. I’ve seen some medics have to practically saw their tools back and forth through limbs in order to get them to detach. It’s completely gruesome!”

“And Dark Sister, that was the one you used to pretend to have?” Margaery’s eyes shimmered like she was completely enthralled in your story. Never once did you think she’d call you a freak or too violent to be considered a lady.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. It was Visenya’s during Aegon’s conquests. I’ve always wanted to be a warrior like her for as long as I can remember. Of course Viserys only ever saw me and Daenerys as pawns easy enough to use, as was his right he said, to help take back his throne.”

“What he did was cruel and how I wish you had been treated better. Had a better childhood surrounded by your loved ones and a proper place to call home. I’m sure we would have met sooner, perhaps here at court. Except then you’d be the one showing me around and rescuing me from becoming lost!”

There’s nothing you could do to stop the blush from filling your cheeks as you imagined this rewritten version of history and who you might have been had things been different. The past wasn’t something you liked to dwell on too often as you knew there was no point in trying to change things, but one other thing had become incredibly clear about your future. You couldn’t imagine it without Margaery in your life.

Daenerys was finally due to come back tomorrow and while you were certainly eager to see her and have her introduced to Margaery, many other mixed emotions came with the letter she had most recently sent you. She’d mentioned several losses over the series of battles that had taken place up north. You knew victory would never have been easily won, but feared finding out which friends’ faces had been permanently taken from your life. Thankfully, Margaery was there to listen to you express your anxieties. 

“I have this horrible feeling that Jorah is dead. As complicated as his past was, I never doubted that he would lay down his own life to save me or my sister. He once promised me that he would never leave us and yet somehow, I know he’s gone and done just that.”

“I will be here for you every step of the way,” Margaery assured you, grabbing your hands and softly rubbing her thumbs upon the tops of them. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I may not know any of your friends but I will not leave you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Do you promise?” You squeezed her hands tighter, gazing up into her wide eyes and looking for any sign of uncertainty. There were so few people in this world that you’d let get to know the real you, and even fewer that had stayed and accepted it.

Her eyes softened, and in a way of almost sealing her promise she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of you. You were a princess as your sister was the queen and people were regularly brought to bow before you just the same. Still, the way Margaery executed it without ever breaking eye contact made her particular act feel incredibly intimate, like she was pledging her loyalty not only to your blood or titles, but simply because it was you.

“I promise, my little dragon. Where you go, I go.” It was whenever she made statements like this that you almost believed she might have felt the same way as you did about her. 

A snarky smile crept across your face. “Does that mean you’ll finally ride Viserion with me?” You’d recently been begging the woman you were infatuated with for a chance to impress her with the one experience you knew she would not have had. Or could find anywhere else.

She let out a nervous laugh. “You forget, my dear, that I am a rose and am meant to be firmly planted into the ground. And while I’m sure Viserion has no qualms with you riding him, he’s surely to be mistrustful of a stranger like me. There are no dragon riders in my family’s history, I’m afraid.”

“Maybe you’re a stranger to him as of now but we can remedy that! I am bonded to him more deeply than humans can be with normal animals, which means he should inherently trust you as much as I do. He’s going to love you, I know it. Margaery, you must know I would never put you into danger like that.”

There was a substantial amount of hesitance which began to fade from her eyes. You tried to show her what you believed was your most empathetic look and you watched as your words caused the last few threads of doubt to come undone.

“I trust you as well. But I shall have to ask for something small in return, if you’d agree to it.”

She could’ve asked you for the world and you knew you would give it to her. The two of you then struck a deal and made your way to dragon pit. 

Viserion was already in protective mode as you approached him, making sure he had at least one eye on Margeary at all times. You started to speak to him in High Valyrian, explaining that you had brought a special friend and your comfort around her appeared to ease him. The golden rose tried to remain calm throughout the whole ordeal as well, though you sensed that she was dealing with a reasonable amount of nerves deep down. Her hand timidly reached out for yours, in a way that was surprisingly bashful for the normally confident woman, and you immediately accepted her touch.

Three circles around King’s Landing was all it took to change Margaery’s mind about flying. A perfectly blue and cloudless sky made for the perfect views. The few screams she attempted to stifle had turned into pure uninhibited laughter by the second lap, and you only landed shortly after to be certain you weren’t overworking Viserion so soon after his injury.

As much joy spending time with Margaery brought you, there was a voice from your past softly whispering in your ear, telling you not to get too attached. You were a dragon but you had been burned before. Dany was the only other person that truly knew how complicated your relationship with Doreah had been. Completely smitten with her from the start, it was easy enough for her to win over your innocent heart with a few stolen kisses and flirtatious words. She made you believe you were her favorite and even more special than your sister. It eventually drew a wedge between you and Danythat gave Doreah the opportunity to betray the both of you. Worst of all, you couldn’t prove it but you knew she had killed Irri too.

“Now do you see why I told you not to trust her?” Both your sister’s embrace and her words were firm as she had turned from the vault where Doreah and Xaro Xhoan Daxos were sealed inside. Your body was still shaking but Daenerys was determined for you to remember every detail of that exact moment. “As Targaryens, people will always envy our power and try not only to take it but to have us give it to them if they can.”

“I won’t ever let us feel like that again, sister, I swear it,” you had promised with the utmost sincerity.

You never let yourself fall for another again until you invited Margaery Targaryen to accompany you on Viserion and it made you feel alive again. The realization began to set in when your feet landed back on the ground, with a heaviness in both your heart and your knees suddenly overtaking you. Margaery naturally caught sight of the grimace on your face and asked if everything was alright. Honestly, you didn’t even know what the truth was.

“Margaery,” the gravity in your voice made even Viserion shift uncomfortably. You knew you had to be honest to receive honesty in return. “I will grant whatever favor you request of me as I am a woman and princess of my word. I only ask that you be sincere with me. Getting to know you recently has felt like a breath of fresh air, but I have been used and toyed with for my name and my power since I was born. You are a woman of noble birth with the duty of uplifting your family and house. I can respect that. It is also evident that you are more than capable of securing your own means of influence. You have been wed to three men that have called themselves ‘King’. It would be foolish of you not to try and befriend me, but I must know, what is it that you really want?”

Margaery sighed and momentarily averted her gaze from you. You’d never seen her that reserved before. Having her be the one too nervous to open up to you was a strange switch in the roles you’d mostly settled in over the past few weeks. It made you eager to demonstrate the lack of judgment you held on your part. You ached to be someone she could trust and every second of silence that passed had you sitting in bitter anticipation.

When she finally spoke, it was with a solemn sense of conviction. “I have wanted to be Queen for so long. You’re not wrong to assume it has completely consumed my life. These past few years have been especially driven by my obsession, which might have started as a seed planted by my family but became fully grown and sustained by my own ambition a long time ago.”

She paused after that, clearly unaccustomed to the position she had found herself in. There was also something else about her demeanor that you couldn’t clearly define. Shame, regret, possibly even indignation? You slowly leaned in closer, careful to make sure you weren’t overstepping, but wanting to show that you were there for her.

“I was always maintaining a specific persona, trying to play the role of a voice for the poor when I only cared about how the publicity could serve my own interests. I was not like you or your sister. Truthfully, I made very little effort to help anyone aside from myself and my family and never sacrificed more than a few comforts or dresses I dirtied. Even when I was officially the queen, all the power that came with the crown wasn’t enough to save my brother from the animosity and unfairness which runs so deeply in the establishments that uphold our society. Things that I didn’t spare a second thought for until they came to hurt the ones I love and it was too late to do anything.

“Margaery,” you shook your head and bravely reached for her hands. “None of what happened is your fault. You’re only one person and shouldn’t put the pressure to change history and customs by yourself. We’re all human.”

She squeezed your hands tightly, pulling you closer to her so that only a few inches separated your faces. Gods, being near her affected you like a powerful drug. She smelled of roses and fresh morning dew in the early spring as you expected from a lady of Highgarden. There was something in her presence that seemed to transport you there. And though you had never actually been, it strangely felt like home.

“Yes, you are human, dragon rider, and more,” she smiled and came to run the back of her fingers softly down your cheek. Your legs would have given out had you not been so determined to keep looking up into her enchanting eyes. “And yet when all odds were against you, you and your sister freed thousands and bettered the lives of countless others with nothing expected in return. That is true selflessness and deserves the right to rule, as I am certain you shall do fairly as these kingdoms desperately need. You will bring forth the future where people like me and Loras could have lived freely. A place I never even imagined until I met you.”

Nothing in her words or demeanor felt dishonest but something told you the request she had yet to make would reveal the ultimate truth. If she believed in you and your sister’s mission then would it be so outlandish to think she’d ask for your friendship above additional power? Your heart was beating frantically and you strained your voice to get out your next few words.

“Margaery, what is it that you want from me?” Despite knowing that she had the power to end you right then and there, you chose to cling onto hope and held onto her one hand and lean into the touch of the other which now rested on the opposite side of your face. Doreah had been gentle with you at times but not in a way quite like this. Her affections had always been calculated and she gave you just enough to leave you wanting more. Teasing and playing games with you where you were only awarded by granting her favors. Margaery held you like she never wanted to let you go, even if it burned her skin in the process.

“If you wouldn’t be opposed to it, I’d like to kiss you, little dragon.”

Your heart must’ve stopped and all you could do was nod. Then as soon as Margaery’s lips met your own it began to beat once more, complete with new life she breathed into you. Her kiss was soft at first, careful to ensure the continued contact was alright with you before you deepened it. She tasted of vanilla and sweets and you eagerly chased to explore into her mouth further with her tongue. Your enthusiasm must’ve surprised the other woman, though she gave off a pleased chuckle before shortly taking back the lead and her other hand found your waist.

“Kostilus,” you moaned as she pressed your bodies even closer together. Everything else you wanted to say you put into your movements. Margaery smiled once again and her chest vibrated when you went to wrap your arms around her neck and continued to interrupt your dance with brief pronunciations of Valyrian words. She didn’t need to speak the language to understand what you were pleading for, and it pleased her greatly in many ways.

The two of you instantly separated when Viserion let out a deep cry that vibrated the ground around you. He twisted his neck up towards the sky where a dark mass grew faster and faster in its descent. Drogon answered his brother’s call and you realized Dany must be home. You grabbed Margaery’s hand, the biggest grin painted across your face. Getting to kiss Margaery and reunite with your sister had you so giddy that it didn’t occur to you how Margaery had never met Drogonbefore, who was much larger and intimidating than your sweet Viserion.

But all you could think about was how relieved you were to see your sister and her dragon both safe and unharmed. You raced to Dany when she began to dismount and dragged Margaery along with you. You felt as if you could burst with joy in that very moment, although your sister’s face did not show the same excitement or relief as you would have expected. No, this wasn’t Dany excited to greet you after an easy victory. This was Queen Daenerys already fueled on anger and glaring daggers at the woman next to you. 

To her credit, Margaery stood firmly next to you in the face of the Mother of Dragons and her fiercest son.

“Who is she?” 

[atopvisenyashill]

Something I noticed is that when Jaime and Cersei are in the tower of the Kingsguard and he refuses to have sex with her she belittles him saying "Oh, an angry cripple. How terrifying." She laughed. "A pity Lord Tywin Lannister never had a son. I could have been the heir he wanted, but I lacked the cock. And speaking of such, best tuck yours away, brother. It looks rather sad and small, hanging from your breeches like that."

Cersei is kinda..short minded?

Tywin did have two sons (Tyrion and Jaime)

Tywin would’ve never made her the heir because she lacked the composure needed

She says him crippled and angry don’t mean shit but he’s still Jaime, he could cuss at her, yell (which all are quite scary to people in relationship, when your partner yells you startle especially if they’ve been your dedicate lover) there’s also the possibility of physical harm but I don’t think he’d raise his hand on her.

Also she comments on his cock but thing is that he lost his boner due to her acting but she’s too full of herself to see it and just mock it when he’s likely on soft now.

She also dramatized three times (Tywin having no sons, Angry Cripple being not a threat when, Jaime’s cock)

Fun fact: you can also say that Jaime has canonically a big cock since we know Cersei don’t always say truths and disform them. Ladies move I’m trynna see something I too have a king that need slaying upon this reveal

Hmmmmm. Not sure I totally agree here.

I don't know that I've railed against it very much on here, but I think the short minded one is Tywin, not Cersei. He's known since Cersei was 15 that his only male heir is Tyrion, yet he's stubbornly insisted on claiming Jaime as his heir, which really means that for almost two decades, Casterly Rock had no acting heir because Tyrion wasn't allowed and Jaime refused the job. I think Tywin also could have named Tommen his heir instead but he doesn't take steps to do this either; he just blatantly ignores the problem. And this isn't just me being a Tywin hater - both Kevan and Genna say as much! Tywin is lord of casterly rock, and who it passes to is his responsibility but he continuously shirks it simply because he's stubborn and doesn't like any of his kids and that's not really Cersei's short sightedness at play there.

Not only that, but Cersei's "lack of composure" as you say isn't like, something she was born with, nor do I think she's any worse than Jaime or Tyrion or even Tywin on this front - Tywin's rather vicious anger and shame issues stack up a significant amount of problems for him over the course of the book, Jaime is outwardly hostile very often, and Tyrion is, in his own words, Tywin writ small and thus has similar issues with having a quite vicious temper and propensity for acting violent when shamed. I don't think Cersei's paranoia is any worse than the issues the men in her family have. Further, I think Cersei's paranoia is both a) perfectly rationally founded and b) something she could easily be trained out of. Regarding the second point it's like...Catelyn is very capable but she's capable because she was given the training and education befitting of an heiress. Arianne is capable for the same reasons. Margaery is capable because she has dozens of female family members to support her and sharpen her intelligence so she can put it to good use. Cersei was given none of that by Tywin and certainly isn't given any of that by Robert; everyone loves to whack her for being an idiot but she was never taught so how is she supposed to know? And the thing is that like. The Tyrells are trying to oust her and Tywin was trying to marry her off and Robert was viciously abusing her and someone just murdered her son after a witch told her that her children would die and drove her crazy as a child.

So like...yeah Cersei is crazy, she's evil, she's insane, but also she's right that the only reason Tywin doesn't name her (or Tommen for that matter) as his heir is because she's a woman.

And like, to be honest, I don't think she would treat him any differently if he was pissing her off and he had a hand. I think it's pretty clear that the two of them have a deeply dysfunctional, sexually violent relationship on both ends and it would not surprise me in the slightest if there was some physical abuse from Cersei's end that Jaime just kinda lets happen because like, what is she really going to do to him lol as you say, he's one of the most skilled fighters alive. I don't think she's ever been afraid of him hurting her and while certainly I think it's not unlikely he has sexually abused her and perhaps gotten physically aggressive with her, I don't think Jaime would ever straight up slap her because he's supposed to be The Good One when compared to Robert - and Cersei does note to Ned that Robert never physically abused her around Jaime, so I think it's clearly something Jaime finds distasteful. I don't know that it can be considered short sighted to get into an argument with your lover/sibling and I'm positive those two had some big blowouts where they got physical with each other before.

The three dramatizing is fun though - there's a lot of threes in that family. Three living older Lannisters, three middle aged Lannisters, Cersei has three children, and I believe (i might be wrong) that it's the third time Tywin calls Tysha a whore that Tyrion finally kills him. I bet if you dig in, there's probably a lot of three patterns in the Lannister story, and that's interesting because of the whole three heads of the dragon thing. I'm not super into the idea of tyrion riding a dragon, nor do I buy that the twins are secretly Aerys' kids BUT there's something interesting in it popping up so much in their narrative; something about like, the Lannisters trying to emulate the Targaryens and accidentally emulating some sort of old prophecy there is fascinating to me.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Black Water

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - (OC) Lyanna Baratheon (Daughter of Lyanna Stark and Robert Baratheon Legitmized Bastard) Rating - 15 + War / Death / threat / looming threats Word Count - 1877

Lancel stood on the docks of King's landing, in the shadow of the red keep. War had long been looming, but it was known that someday... Soon. Stannis and his forces would arrive to take King's landing. And all those here would have to defend it... Or die. He watched as the small boat made its way out of the harbour carrying Princess Marcella to Dorne where she would be safe, many noble ladies and young lords went with her. All those who couldn't fight or those whose blood needed protecting. But some remained… servant girls resigned to their fate, the queen regent Cersei remained as a show of faith, as did Lady Sansa, King Jofferys betrothal both staying here as a show of faith that they would win the battle.

Another who remained was Princess Lyanna Baratheon, King Robert's first daughter, a legitimised bastard. She stood far from the other royals

"Lady Lyanna," Lancel approached the Princess as the last of the rowboats left the harbour. "I understand you are remaining in the city?"

"I remain by the side of My king, my half-brother. And for all those in Kings Landing," she nodded,

"That is admirable of you," Lancel tried to sound respectful but knew that he did not do a good job. "But you are still a Princess. A Princess of House Baratheon. I think I speak for everyone that if the keep were to fall, you should be a high priority…"

she chuckled quietly eyes still on the water "The queen regent, doesn't think so" She briefly glanced at Cersei as she began the walk to the keep

"I am well aware," Lancel responded dryly. "As I said, I think I speak for everyone else when I say you should be one of the first out of here." He paused a moment. "...Do you wish to be saved? Should the keep fall?"

"... I have hope, that should the city fall. My uncle would not be unkind to me"

"Uncle... you speak of Stannis. Of the Lord of Dragonstone." Lancel paused. "That man has no love in his heart for anyone within these walls."

"I do not believe he has love for me. I believe he will have mercy for me. As his brother's daughter."

"I hope you're right," Lancel responded in a rare show of sincerity. "For your sake." he sighed a moment before he spoke once more, "What if the city holds?" He asked. "What if Stannis is defeated?"

"Then I'm sure my half-brother will hold feasts and tourneys where all of us shall rejoice and prosper in peace." She nodded

"You trust too much in that," Lancel mumbled under his breath. "foolish, spoiled boy."

"I do not trust him." She chuckled "I trust his men. I trust his army, his lords, his advisors all men who have seen battle enough to know it better than him." she nodded before she turned and began the walk back inside to the red keep,

"Perhaps," Lancel responded. "But the King is their leader. He sets the rules and decides the path. A foolish and spoiled boy at the head of an army is still a foolish boy." Lancel continued to walk alongside Lyanna, his cloak billowing behind him in the afternoon wind. "Is that where you find your hope?"

"no, I find hope in numbers, in walls, in the experienced men who will take charge... I know my half-brother is a fool who never once led a horse to water let alone an army to battle, but I imagine louder, hopefully smarted voices will be above his that night. I'm sure the queen regent will not allow him much harm anyway"

"Your faith is admirable," Lancel said. He walked in silence for a bit, taking in the city that might burn before nightfall. "Wh- what of us? Do...we... have any hope of survival? Should the keep fall and Stannis gains entry? The city will likely burn."

"... True, I don't know. But I can be hopeful"

Lancel nodded, though he couldn't share her hope. In his experience, there was no hope left. "I see two options then. Survival or Death. You are staying to fight for survival. I am staying for my oaths, but I fear I will still die regardless."

"Without your oath? Without your debt to the king for making you a knight and lord... Would you stay?"

"Without my oaths to the king or gods?" He shook his head. "No. There is nothing holding me here. Only my oaths and my debt have had me stay in this forsaken city." he explained, “Without them, I’d have packed my things and turned tail for Casterly Rock months ago.”

"... And me?" She asked, "Would you stay if I asked you?"

That question hit him hard. "If you asked me to stay?" His eyes met hers. "If... If you asked me to stay, I... I would stay. For you."

"I have hope in your lancel, I know you will man the walls with the king when the battle comes... I have hope and faith in you"

The young lord let out a breath, and a slight smile appeared on his face. "You trust in my abilities with a sword more than I."

"Tell me" she briefly stopped "if I asked you... To gather your things and your sword, for us to leave the castle and keep before the fall of night. To escape this place in the hope we might live... Would you?"

Lancel paused. The thought of abandoning the King and the Throne ran through his head. His honour told him that it was a treasonous thought, one he shouldn't entertain. But … "Yes," he replied. "I would go with you."

"you would? You would run away with me? Forget your oaths and take the king's road like smallfolk. To Casterly rock with your uncle... To Winterfell with mine?"

"Yes." The word slipped from his mouth, the words coming easier than before. "We would forget Westeros and our oaths and our lives. It would be you and I and the road."

"... As sweet as it would be, Joffrey would send the hound to hunt us down before we made It past Harrenhall. We must remain. Princess and knight. As the city ... Meets its fate"

"I would fight off the Hound for you." Lancel took her hand. "For you, I would fight an army of Hounds and knights and Kings." He sighed, returning back to reality. "But you are right. You are a Princess and I am a Knight. And the city will burn."

she nodded "Lancel?"

"Yes?"

"... When Stannis arrives... When night falls... When the battle begins... Do not fight for your king."

That caught him off guard. For a moment, it seemed like the words echoed around them. Lancel was lost for words, before finally speaking. "What do you mean," he whispered. "Who... Whom should I fight for then?"

"Do not fight for a king you have no faith in. For a king would make you fall on your sword because it amused him. Do not fight for the smallfolk in the city, who would rob you of every coin you have if they could, do not fight for the lord's and ladies that have hidden themselves away or ran for the hills... When you take the city walls sword in hand, I want you to fight for something that makes you want to fight, want to survive." She explained holding his hand in both of hers "would you fight... For me lancel?"

A silence fell upon them as she spoke. Her words rang true, and he had thought the same himself many many times before. "I would fight for you," he whispered. "I would fight and die for you. No King. No Throne. Just you."

she smiled "as I would for you"

Lancel's heart skipped a beat. Her words rang in the back of his head, giving him more confidence then he had ever had. "If we both survive this night," he muttered. "If this city survives…”

"yes, Lancel?"

He took a deep breath and looked directly into her eyes. "May I marry you?"

she nodded her eyes welling with tears of joy "When the battle is over, if I live... I will find you, if you're alive I will marry you by dawn. If you are dead... I will grieve you until the end of my days, and never take a husband." she stroked his cheek softly,

Lancel's heart fluttered at her confirmation that she felt the same way. That she trusted him and believed in him. He tried not to cry, but a tear still appeared in his eye. "I will be alive," he said firmly resting his hand against hers and holding her hand to his cheek, "I will survive this night. I will survive Stannis. I will survive all my enemies so I can wed you."

"... And if I don't?"

A silence fell between them as Lancel considered the question. A question he never wanted to think of. He looked at her face, studying the woman in front of him, committing every feature to memory. "If you don't survive," he whispered, "I will spend every day of my life remembering you. I will live a life unworthy of you. I will never marry another, I will never look at another woman again."

"you don't need to-"

"Yes I would," he insisted. His grip on her hands became tighter. "I swear to you, I will never love another woman like I love you. I will fight and I will survive and then I will marry you." he told her holding her close, "You have my word."

"you have my word, I will do the same..." She nodded "but... If the city burns, and neither of us survives. I shall be waiting for you and marry you with the seven as our witness"

"We will both survive," Lancel reassured her, giving her hands a squeeze. "We will both survive." He repeated, hoping that if he said it enough it would come true. Or maybe it was for his own assurance. "And then we will be wed by Dawn."

she nodded in agreement "You should... Prepare for the battle"

He wanted to protest. To hold onto her forever. Anything so they wouldn't have to move on. But she was right. "If... If this is it..." Lancel stepped close to Lyanna and reached his hand up to brush the hair from her face. He wanted to memorize her features. Her eyes, her nose, "Then I want to remember you like this."

"as do I" she smiled "Will you let me see you off? Before you go?"

"I would like that very much," he whispered, savouring the feeling. "It will give me something to fight for."

"Then I will come to your room before you leave for the city walls" She nodded before she moved away and made her way inside the keep

It was all so sudden. Her promise of returning. Him asking her to marry him. The upcoming battle. It was all so insane. Lancel watched her walk away, feeling a pang in his gut. He wanted to call out and tell her he loved her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her. But it was too soon. She would come to his room later. And then he could hold her again. He took a breath and turned to start the journey back to his quarters.

[gulnarsultan]

Mad King Aerys 2 around Rhaegar and Elia Martell and their children be like 😒😒🥱👿

Aerys 2 around Targaryen Reader (Prince), his wife Cersei and their daughter Joanna be like 🤗🥰🥰

I can’t help but imagine that Aerys 2 would be a loving and caring grandfather to Princess Joanna, the same goes for Rhaella who also adores her granddaughter.

When Prince and Cersei with Joanna visit Kings Landing, everyone become happy. Aerys becomes a loving grandfather and doesn’t act like shit. Rhaella gets happy and smiles a lot to see her beloved son and his wife and her granddaughter. Viserys 3 gets excited to see his baby niece, the same goes for Rhaegar and Elia. Tywin, who’s known to never smile, smiles when he’s holding Joanna in his arms and to see Cersei and son-in-law. Jaime and Tyrion can’t help but smile and adore their baby niece. Jaime swears to protect Princess Joanna from any danger, the same goes for everyone. And Tyrion is happy to know that not only Jaime and Prince genuinely care about him, but also having a niece who gives him toothless smile just warms his heart and he is about to shed tears of joy. Tywin wanted his daughter to become a Queen, but he never thought that he made a great decision, because not only House Lannister is married to the crown, but also they have great weapons- big fire-breathing dragons and they have a beautiful Princess that binds two powerful Houses.

Then everyone gets to family dinner, yes all of them. The family dinner has two good news. First good news is that Rhaella is pregnant (Daenerys) and second good news is that Yandere Cersei is also pregnant. Tyrion makes a toast “For a new members of our family” and Prince agrees with that toast 🥂 and everyone else.

My goodness, this is so sweet and so good. I can feel the warm of this scenario. I feel like someone would say that the marriage between Targaryen Prince and Yandere Cersei Lannister remind of love between King Jahaerys 1 Targaryen and Queen Alysanne. Although many folks and lords hope that the children of Prince and Cersei won’t have tragically die.

Poor Elia and her kids.🥺

It's so cute.😍🥰Great. I think you are right. The marriage of Prince and Cersei has been compared to the marriage of Jaehaerys 1 and Alysanne. I hope they don't go through the same pain. The Lannisters and Targaryens pamper Princess Joanna. I think the Princess has two names. "Joanna Naerys" Targaryen.

[duckyhowls]

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Baratheon(Lannister) OC - 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯

DuckPanda Original Daenerys Targaryen x Lannister!OC (Mercia Baratheon)

SUMMARY: The young queen, Mercia Baratheon, is the last living heir to King Robert after all three of her siblings die horrible deaths. As the Seven Kingdoms are on the brink of collapse, Mercia does all she can to hold it all together - though struggles arrive when the Long Night draws near, and The Dragon Queen comes for her throne. But perhaps there is a compromise they can arrange?

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"THE MOMENT I was chosen lord of the Iron Islands, they turned on me. Their own uncle. They stole my best ships and ran. Sailed them right across the world and gave them to the Dragon Queen so she could bring her armies here to attack you."

Mercia Baratheon, the newly crowned Queen of Westeros, sat before Euron Greyjoy, seated uncomfortably upon the Iron Throne, the same seat of swords that her father had once hated sitting in. 

Mercia's shimmering crown adorned her golden waves of hair that had been neatly braided back by her handmaids. The crown's rubies glittered in the pale light of the throne room, and Mercia sat there upon the chair of blades unblinkingly as she listened to Euron Greyjoy talk of his tale of betrayal.

"It's nothing compared to the treason you suffered at the hands of a family member from what I hear," Euron then added, frowning, but Mercia could easily spot the amusement behind his solemn expression. She could read him so easily. It was almost laughable.

On her right, her mother, the queen regent, Cersei Lannister, tensed. Mercia knew talk of Uncle Tyrion was a sensitive subject. He had killed Mercia’s grandfather, Tywin Lannister. His corpse only grew colder on his chamber pot when Tyrion had fled the city right after and had devoted himself to Daenerys Targaryen. 

Everything always led back to the Dragon Queen that now currently resided on Dragonstone. Though, for some reason, no one in Mercia’s family had always brushed off the topic of Daenerys Targaryen whenever it was brought up, as if it were unimportant. Mercia was no fool to underestimate a woman, though. Even her drunk father had always taken the matter of the Dragon Queen under consideration. By the gods, even Mercia’s insane younger brother Joffrey had questioned the matter often when he was still alive.

"But still," Euron said, shrugging. "It bothers me."

Mercia remained unmoving, staring blankly down at the Greyjoy King. He was a dishevelled man with rotting teeth and a madness somewhere behind his cold, steel eyes. Mercia knew by now not to trust anyone, especially now that she was Queen of Westeros. Though, she had agreed the moment that she laid eyes on Euron Greyjoy that she wouldn't have trusted him even if people spoke of him as the most honourable man there is. He was clearly driven by his ambition and bloodlust.

Seeing that the young queen was still unresponsive and seemingly unconvinced, Euron then continued in a suggestive tone, "Murdering them would make me feel a lot better."

Mercia shared a look with her uncle, Jaime Lannister, who stood on her left, in his golden armour with his white cloak pooling at his feet. Light glinted against the golden prosthetic hand on his side. 

Jaime sent her a wary glance, and Mercia was glad that even her uncle could see that something was off about this man. Mercia knew that if Jaime was suspicious, then her mother was also – though, Mercia also knew the queen regent well enough to use this to her advantage. The young queen didn't even need to look over to know that her mother was working all of the cogs and ropes in her mind.

"And since it appears that all our treasonous family members are fighting for the same side, I thought we rightful monarchs could murder them together." He moved boldly forward, stepping up the steps to the Iron Throne, only for Ser Gregor Clegane, commonly known as ‘The Mountain’, to move forward, daring the King of the Iron Islands to come any closer to the young Queen he was sworn to protect; he had his hand on his huge, sheathed blade.

Euron stared at him for a long moment before letting out an airy chuckle. Mercia held up a hand for the Mountain, and immediately he stepped back, remaining as silent as they day since he had been reawakened by Maester Qyburn. Something that had never settled very well for Mercia.

"You're not a rightful monarch, though, are you?" Jaime Lannister spoke up from where he stood beside his niece.

Euron Greyjoy stepped back from the steps as Jaime continued. "The Greyjoy's rebelled against the throne for the right to be monarchs but as I recall, you were soundly defeated. Come to mention it, weren't you the one who started that rebellion by sailing Casterly Rock and burning the Lannister fleet?" Jaime shared a look with Cersei across from Mercia, who had remained stoic where she sat on the sharp throne that dug into her arms. "You certainly caught us there," Jaime said. "A very smart move on your part. Of course, we all made it to the Iron Islands anyway. I was there."

"I remember very well," Euron Greyjoy said, not at all looking offended but rather pleased by the reminder. "I saw you. I heard so much talk. The best in the world. No one can stop him. I didn't believe it to be honest, but I must say when you rushed through the breach and started cutting people down..." he leaned forward and then whispered with a menacing grin. "...it was glorious."

"Enough," Mercia said, raising her voice above the men to gain their attention. "We are here to discuss an alliance, not to exchange passive jibes and false flattery."

Jaime bowed his head and went silent, and Euron Greyjoy grinned. "So, she speaks."

"Get on with it, Greyjoy," Mercia said, addressing him formally. "I'm getting impatient with all this talking."

Euron looked amused. "You are the Queen of the Great Nation," he said, turning and beckoning to rows of Lannister men that lined the throne room, ready to attack at any moment if Euron became hostile. Not that the Mountain wouldn't get to him first. "You are not interested in the Iron Islands. The Iron Fleet, on the other hand, that's something else entirely. It's the greatest armada the world has ever seen. With the Iron Fleet, you own the seas. You can defeat the invaders of the east, and the pretenders of the north and south."

Mercia blinked down at him; her expression was almost bored. "And what do you want in return?"

"Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up and marry the most beautiful woman in the world. So here I am, with a-thousand ships and a big, fat c-"

"I decline your proposal," Mercia said, standing now, showing off her beautiful and powerful golden embroidery that glittered over her crimson gown. "You are not necessary."

"Why?"

"You're simply not trustworthy." Cersei cut in from her daughter's right, putting it bluntly. "We have heard about you breaking your promises to allies before murdering them at the nearest opportunity. We have heard the tales of you even cutting down your own men in battle. My daughter will not trust nor will marry a man who will not put his kingdom and people before his own life and reputation. You had murdered your own brother."

"And your brother had murdered the Mad King," Euron countered, smirking before turning back to face the young queen. "I don't expect you to trust me outright. You need proof of my honest intentions. In my experience, the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift. A priceless gift. I won't return to King's Landing until I have that for you."

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the throne room.

Mercia closed her eyes and breathed out through her nose, completely and utterly exhausted.

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"Send in my daughter, Ned," Mercia could hear her father say through the door to his Hand. "I should have words with her before the Gods take me."

These words, which were muffled behind the thick wooden barriers that separated the hall from the chamber, made the Princess Mercia's throat swell up involuntarily. She gripped the hem of her pale pink skirts tightly. She could feel the hot tears threaten to spill from her eyes.

Embarrassed by herself, she avoided the sympathetic gazes from her uncle, Renly Baratheon, and the Grand Maester Pycelle.

The doors to the king’s chamber opened and the Hand of the King, Eddard Stark, came out, looking solemn and completely defeated when his grey eyes found hers. Mercia could not blame him. His closest friend was dying only a few paces away in the room behind him, and there was nothing anyone could do.

Before Lord Stark could speak, Mercia had pushed past him and walked inside the humid chambers of the King. Her father’s chambers.

When she saw him, every ounce of strength Mercia had that stopped her from breaking down had disappeared. Painful tears immediately slipped down her face and Mercia let out a breathy gasp. Her hand moved up to her mouth in horror.

There, on the blood and sweat stained bed, lay her father. He was shirtless and sickeningly pale, almost his entire torso was wrapped in white cloth so that his innards did not spill out. Blood seeped through the fabric of his bandages and through the silk sheets of his bed and sweat dripped constantly from the tips of his curly, dark hair. His breathing was ragged, and as she walked closer to his side, his eyes tiredly followed her.

"Mercia," he rasped out before falling into a fit of coughs, clearly disturbing his wounds since his hand immediately went to tightly grip at his injury.

Mercia fell to her knees beside him. "Father," she whispered, utterly helpless. "I..."

He raised a hand to silence her. "No. Don't say a word of encouragement, my daughter," he rasped, as stern as he’s always been with his children. He didn't want to hear any falsehoods that he could make it and will be healed by the next moon. "I am dying, and soon your brother will be crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Inwardly, Mercia cringed at the thought of her younger brother, Joffrey, becoming King of anything. Anyone who has stepped foot in the Red Keep knew of Joffrey's temper and overexerted, fragile ego. Mercia recalled the time he had killed poor Tommen's cat, Sir Whiskers, because Tommen had accidentally spilled water on him at dinner that night. Tommen was only three and had cried for days after he had found his cats body gutted on his bed. 

Joffrey would not be a good king, and Mercia wasn't the only one that feared of what would come of his reign.

"However," Robert began. "He is much too young, only a boy of ten-and-two summers. I have anointed Ned to rule in his place until the boy comes of age."

Mercia swallowed. "W-why are you telling me this?"

"So, you are prepared," Robert replied. "It's beginning. Your story. Deep within, I believe that you are destined for great things." He turned solemn and then added, "I know Joffrey will not last long. He doesn't have the patience to rule – neither did I and look where it got me, drunk in the woods and bested a pig!" He let out a bellowing laugh, as if the concept of his death was hilarious. Mercia did not smile at his jest, however.

"Father, I don't understand," Mercia said, more tears dripping from her chin and onto the stone floor. She kneeled down and reached forward a hand, grasping his urgently. "What do you believe I am destined for?"

"One day you'll be queen, there’s no doubt about that," Robert said, coughing again. "Maybe not now, nor by the next season, but you will. Joffrey and Tommen... they're good boys but they are not Kings."

Mercia blinked, frowning, her heart beating wildly within her chest. "Queen? I can't be a queen, I don't think I could take on such a big responsibility, I-"

Robert cut her off with a bloody grin. "That there is why you will succeed."

Her mouth gaped open slightly, and Mercia stared at her dying father, puzzled. Robert falls into another fit of coughs. "It doesn't matter right now," he said, waving a hand. "This will be the last time we speak. When you leave, send in Renly and Pycelle, won't you?"

Mercia stood up slowly and nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. "I love you, father," Mercia said. "No matter how many times you've made your own mistakes... I still will hold you in my heart."

The dying king gave her a genuine smile. "Never being there for you, Mercia, was my biggest regret," he said before waving his hand again for her to leave. "Now go. I don't want you seeing me die."

Mercia hesitated but walked out of the room, nodding to Maester Pycelle and her uncle Renly. The two men walked inside, and Mercia heard the two great doors shut behind them.

Mercia never told a soul what was said between them, but she had stayed in that cold hallway until she could hear Maester Pycelle say to her uncle that her father had joined the Gods. 

The princess couldn't bring herself to tears that night.

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PART 2

[joanna-lannister]

what do you think about the other members of the Lannister family you don't talk about that much (Like Tyrion or Tywin)?. Any headcanons about them? Also do you have any opinions on book only Lannisters like Aunt Genna?

I like Tyrion! But more show!Tyrion than book!Tyrion. I won't say he treats Cersei way better, but despite everything he loves her and he loves Myrcella and Tommen, while book!Tyrion treats them lowkey like shit 😐 And I LOVE Cersei and Tyrion's relationship, it's so complex, full of resentment, yet there is deep down love between them because they are the same family. I love how they hang together while Jaime is captured. Their scene in 7x07 is amazing, I'd call it the climax of their relationship. How Lena and Peter bring them to life, and give them so much layers? Fascinating. What I don't like about Tyrion tho, is how he threats Joffrey. You gonna say "But Marie, Joffrey is the worst." and this is where I lowkey disagree because Joffrey is a child, and he grew up in a toxic environment where his "father" used to beat and rape his mother. The way Tyrion slaps him in 1x02 and 2x06 (I think it's 2x06, if I recall correctly) just doesn't sit right with me. Yes, Joffrey was a problem, but as I said he was also a child, a child who tried to repeat the same he saw his "father" display. I think Tyrion should have handled it way more like Tywin did. Also the fact he killed Shae 😬

Tywin. I love him, but I also hate the way he treats Cersei and Tyrion. He is such an interesting character, but so hard to get right (writing him is such a struggle, trust me lmao). He is all about moving his pawns across the board, but refuse to get married himself after Joanna's death. He still loves her after all those years, I love that. But yeah, the way he treats his children is just... No comment. As Cersei said: "One look at your own children and you would have known." Also, if he had listened to Cersei, he would have realized the Tyrells were a problem, like the nose in the middle of the face, and treated them as such. And if he had listened to Joffrey about Dany, he would have noticed she was a threat. So he is not as smart as people pretend he is. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

As for Genna, I'll be honest, but I have mixed feeling about her. Same as Tywin, I think people pretend she is smarter than she is, which is probably why I have such mixed feelings, and I think Cersei and her don't get along well, which is sad because Cersei needs another maternal figure. But yeah, that's my feelings about her.

As for headcanons:

In another life, where Jaime and Cersei can raise him, Joffrey would be way more like Myrcella and Tommen. Tho, he would have the arrogance of Tywin because he is the first born. And he would have still burst of anger because of the incest 😬

Joanna's death left everyone speechless in the family, and they wore black for months. Tywin has never worn any other colors since then.

In a Modern AU, Tyrion would be the beloved uncle who bring the best and most expensive gifts.

Modern AU again, Joanna would still die because of professional incompetence. Or if she lives, she wouldn't be able to have children anymore.

Tywin and Joanna's first time was on their wedding night. It wasn't the best.

Cersei wears her hair like Joanna used to! I cherish this headcanon so much, because it's pure mother-daughter love 🥺

Tywin and Joanna picked Jaime and Cersei's names together, and Tywin was with her in the birthing room.

Joanna used to bake alone with Jaime and Cersei in the kitchen of Casterly Rock.

Joanna was smarter than Tywin

Thank you so, so much for the ask, it allowed me to talk about my favorite family 🤪❤️✨

[bohemian-nights]

I watched GOT before I watched HOTD and I also read Fire & Blood so I had known what the show was about and I went into it being pretty neutral. Then I made the mistake of forgetting what the GOT fandom was like and pissed myself off. People love to quote Cersei Lannister’s “when you play the game of thrones you win or you die” but don’t understand what that means. A lot of the decisions that character in HOTD make are politically motivated. So it’s odd seeing the same people who defended Tywin Lannister ordering the murder of Elia and her children Rhaenys and Aegon be the same people who don’t understand why Alicent is afraid that if Rhaenyra ascends the throne her children and her grandchildren will become endangered. Especially since it’s been proven time and time again that both Daemon and Rhaenyra are willing to kill to ensure she gets the throne.

I’ve concluded that those people are just playing dumb. They know why Alicent would fear for her family’s safety.

Even if her boys(and grandsons) had bent the knee and kissed the ring they would always have a better claim to the throne than Rhaenyra and more importantly the strong boys.

All it would take is a couple of angry(or scared because they’d worry their own bastard brothers would rise up and try to claim their seats) lords and poof Jace, Luke, and Joffrey would be poisoned by their enemies. Or if they felt Rhaenyra got out of line they’d band together, put her head on a spike, and Aegon would be installed on the throne as king 🤷🏽‍♀️

Rhaenyra and/or Daemon(love his crazy a** but he's crazy) were going to do to Alicent’s kids what they did to Ser Vaemond and the rest eventually if she wanted to stay on the throne and have Jace rule after her.

lol there would still be issue of Aegon III and Viserys II cause Rhaenyra was a dumba** who created another succession crisis, but that’s a conversation for another day.

They can keep denying all they like, but unless she wanted to risk living on the run and praying Rhaenyra doesn't track them down, Alicent literally had no choice but to declare Aegon king In the end, it obviously didn’t work out, but she did try her best to save her family.

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: A Deal with the Lodge

This bonus story takes place after the Aftermath bonus chapters (Part 1 and 2.

I also want to incorporate a little something something from the GOT story line in which characters from that show reflect on the Targaryen history (which is kinda inspired by Andrzej Sapkowski's writing style from the Witcher book series).

-----King's Landing: Approximately 300 years after Aegon's Conquest--------------------

"They say theirs was one of the greatest love stories ever told in Westeros," Cersei Lannister casually speaks as she sips from her cup of Westerosi strong wine, "and like a foolish girl, I once believe it."

"Who?" Jaime Lannister questions, not quite sure what has gotten his twin sister in such a mood. "The Lady of Larks and the Rogue Prince," Cersei tells him, nodding towards the painting hanging over the mantle, depicting a bird, a lark actually, with wings spread in the middle of the painting as a red dragon surrounded the lark.

"No one knows who originally had that commissioned, nor do they know the artist" Cersei explains, "Robert wanted to have it burned as it contributed to the symbols of what he had come to despise. But it has been one of the most widely interpreted paintings in Westerosi history." "And how so?" Jaime asks. "Some believe the dragon, prince Daemon, is embracing the bird, the Lady of Larks, protecting her and defending her from those who would wish her harm. Others believe, this is the prince watching her, keeping her in a cage...keeping her from escaping his grasp. No one truly knows the nature of their relationship, and probably never will...but it doesn't stop historians from trying."

"What do you believe?" Jaime decides to ask. "I think, the prince tried to tame the Lady of Larks," Cersei answers, "keep her in a cage so she would never leave his sight. But birds who have known true freedom do not do well under such conditions. As soon as the cage door closes they suffocate and die, and even if they survive long enough to finally escape...

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Your breaths came in shallow huffs as your fever continued to burn and your body shivered from the cold. You remained in the bed, more blankets and a fur covered you to keep you warm as Geralt took a cold wet cloth and placed it on your forehead.

The man couldn't understand it; the potion he gave you should've worked, and it looked like it was going to, hell, you had even managed to sit up on the bed one day and spend the rest of it on chair and get some food in your belly.

But then you took a turn for the worse and seemed even worse off then you were before. Even with all the herbs at disposal, you were not getting better. At this point, all Geralt and Jaskier could do was remain at your bedside...and get your affairs in order.

You open your eyes, fever still raging as you see the two men stare at your side, "Ge-Ger...Ja-Jask...," you wheeze out. "Please don't speak, sister," you hear Jaskier insist, "you need to rest...you need to get better yeah?" You hear the distress in your brother's voice, much as he tried to hide it, but you knew the truth of it all; you were dying, and there was nothing you or anyone else could do to stop it. You didn't know if this had anything to do with your miscarriage, or if you had subconsciously lost the will to live...or maybe both. But you didn't want to die, you wanted to live and see your daughter one more time.

You want to say more, there were so many things you wanted to say to both men, but you didn't have to strength. So many unspoken things, so much hurt, and so much of everything that you couldn't find the words in your fever induced state.

You close your eyes, still breathing...still living for the time being.

Geralt had said nothing during this time, remaining stoic as Jaskier started to choke on sobs he had been holding back during this time. "Geralt," Jaskier says as tears fell down, "is there nothing we can do?" Geralt looked away, not wanting to say what everyone was thinking. "Geralt, she's...she's my sister, she's already been through so much, and now...how can it end this way?"

Yennefer walked in, a bag of herbs in hand, "I was able to restock what I could," she says, "We'll grind and brew all this and then..." the mage looked to see the state you were in, and the grim looks on Geralt and Jaskier's face. Yennefer fell silent, knowing what was coming. "We've done all we can," Geralt mutters, "we can do no more." "...No....no....no, she...she can't," Yennefer shakes her head, tears falling, and denying the reality of the situation, "She was getting better, she was going to make it, she...no, I won't let it happen."

Yennefer kneels by the bed side and mutter the same incantations she had before with hopes they work this time around. "Yen," Geralt calls out, but the mage refused the listen, determine to save you from the edge of death, "Yen, stop it! Yen!" He pulls Yennefer away. "Yen," he says once she calmed a little, "it's over...there's nothing we can do anymore." "You are going to give up so easily?" Yennefer scoffs, "after all the trouble you went through to get her back." "I'm not!" Geralt insists, "I...I just know what is to come. (y/n) she...she's dying and..." he turned away, unable to fully express his feelings in words, but a single tears had managed to escape, and Yennefer knew how much he was hurting inside, feeling like he had failed, "I should've come for her sooner," he admits, "maybe then she would not..."

Yennefer nods, knowing Geralt had not even made his peace.

The mage felt she needed to do something; she knew how much this meant to Geralt and Jaskier, and she cared for you too, especially when she learned of the true nature of abduction at the hands of the Rogue Prince. And now, because of that man, you were in this condition. It seemed nothing could be done to save you.

No, Yennefer thinks, this could not end like this.

Much as she hated to admit it, Yennefer was going to need help in order to save your life...and she was going to need to do this without Geralt or Jaskier knowing. So she waited for both men to rest from their vigil, but she should've realized it was not going to happen, knowing that both were sitting and waiting for the inevitable. So she cast a small spell to put them to sleep, making it look like they both fell asleep from exhaustion.

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"Hmm....hmmmm...mmmhmmm...yes quite sophisticated if I might say."

"You don't even know what you're looking at, Bronn," Tyrion Lannister deadpans as he goes over the books for the Crown's expenditures. "I don't have to know," Bronn of the Blackwater, "I just need to think I know, that's how you fool these Highborn types." "Yes, Bronn, that is exactly how it works," Tyrion says absentmindedly, more fixated on the books.

"It is quite a nice painting, I will say that," Bronn genuinely comments, "although...I've never seen any ladies around here with the pointed ears." Tyrion looks up to see the painting the man in question was looking at, "Ah, I see you are admiring a portrait of the great Francesca Findabir, an elven mage...and some may the most beautiful of her kind." "The fuck is an elf?" Bronn scoffs. "They were beings who were once said to inhabit this world," Tyrion explains, "long before the First Men came to be. They were characterized by their point ears, their longevity, and their overall beauty. Their cities were said to be as beautiful as they were, but when humans came to this world, and before they became more widespread, the elves destroyed and buried their cities, going into hiding with the hope those same humans would eventually go away." "Well...their plan clearly failed," Bronn humors, "Still...can't deny they certainly must've been beauties...I should like to come across one someday, see if their tits are anything like women's ones." "That may take a very long time," Tyrion humors, "they were said to have left this world a long time ago, but not before destroying everything they owed. This portrait..." he gestures to the painting, "is actually a replica. For all we know this is not Francesca at all. In fact, any portraits and paintings acquired from the Continent of many of their famed mages and heroes of old are said to be questionable in terms of authenticity." "I don't follow." Tyrion gestures for Bronn to follow to show him more, "this one," he gestures to the portrait, "the Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg; was once said to be the most beautiful of mages. This one, Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rhiannon, the Empress of Nilfgaard and Queen of Cintra. And this one..." he gestures to the painting of the Lark and the Dragon, "this one is supposed to depict the supposed lovers relationship of the Lady of Larks...and Daemon Targaryen." "Some relationship," Bronn scoffs, "the bird looks almost trapped in the dragon's embrace." "Not everyone agrees," Tyrion says, "but more to the point, any and all paintings of these people from the Continent were destroyed some time after their deaths and any that were recovered at all...well it is the best we can hope for."

"What exactly is this story between this...Lady Lark and this Targaryen?" Bronn asks. "Oh where to begin," Tyrion says, humor in his tone, "even to this day, there is still much debate over its true nature." "All the more exciting," Bronn insists, "get on with it, I want to know."

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In another part of the Red Keep Sansa Stark sat down taking in the fresh air...or what would be considered fresh air here in King's Landing. She never knew when she was going to be alone next time so she wanted to savor this moment while she could. No Lannisters, no cruel king to torment her, and no sign of the Hound to point out her shortcomings.

While in contemplation, Sansa turned her gaze to a portrait hanging on the wall; the Stark girl recognized it as one of few paintings she's seen when she first set foot in King's Landing with her father and sister. The Lady of Larks. Her story was actually quite renown; a Continental woman who came to this place nearly 2 centuries ago, sang her tales of that strange place across the sea, how her voice captivated the infamous Rogue Prince and the romance that ensued. The Septa had once taught her and Arya this as a precautionary tale to warn the girls of the dangers of thinking with their cunny instead of their head.

Sandor Clegane told her a different version of the story, that the Lady Lark was the one who was ensnared by Daemon's Targaryen's charm, and when she was in his grasp he refused to let her go, trapping her like a bird in a cage. Sansa recalled the look on the Hound's face when he made this analogy; she knew what he was thinking. Clegane had liken Sansa to a little bird, she wondered if he likened her to the Lady of Larks who was first lured in with charms and promises of a man only to be caged in by his cruelty...just as Sansa was trapped in a cage by the likes of Joffery Baratheon.

"The Lady of Lark was a fool," she recalled Joffery having once said, "she clearly had something good and she threw it all away. If I were the Rogue Prince I would've slit her throat where she stood like the ungrateful cunt that she was."

Now Sansa could only wonder how the Lady Lark handled her situation. -----------present: a secret location on the Continent------------

Yennefer carried you in her arms, doing her best not to disturb you too much.

She honestly didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't know where else to turn to. You were dying and there was nothing Yen could do...but maybe there was some who do something about it, one of the connections she may have at her disposal courtesy of some old friends of hers from Aretuza prior to the dissolution of the Brotherhood.

Yennefer spoke the code in the Elder Speech to announce her arrival and to assure that she was one of them, and sure enough, the people she needed to see appeared on the scene.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Phillipa Eilhart addresses, "or more specifically look what the thing the cat dragged in has dragged in." "Fuck off, Phillipa," Yennefer huffs, too exhausted to match wits and words with the sorceress before, "I...I need to speak with Francesca Findabair. It is a matter of life or death." "Oh? Only Francesca?" "Her or Ida will do, this requires an elven sorceresses' touch," Yennefer insists.

You huff out short breaths, bringing both sorceresses' attention to you, "is this who I think it is?" Phillipa asks, recognizing you, "I had thought all this time-" "Phillipa, now!" Yen exclaims in a tone that must be taken seriously, "She's dying, all because of a man, and if you know who she is, you damn well know who that man is." Phillipa nods, the wheels turning in her mind already, for as much as she sympathized, she sought an opportunity from this act of desperation on Yennefer's part.

"If what you say is true," the Redanian mage speaks, "if this truly is a matter of life and death...then am I to assume the Lady of Larks is dear to you? Much so that you would do anything to save her life." "Phillipa-" "You already know what the Lodge wants, what it needs, Yennefer," Phillipa interrupts, "you know. If this girl means that much to you, then you know what must be done, what deal must be made." "You're asking me to save one at the expense of another." "I'm asking you how willing you are to see that the woman the man you love deeply cares for will live to breathe again."

"If you won't do this out of the goodness of your heart, then do it for the Lodge," Yennefer says in a low tone, "isn't this why the Lodge of sorceresses was created in the first place? Because we know deep down that men are not fit to rule, especially where matters on chaos are concerned? Because of those men, the Lady of Larks lays before you dying and only a woman's touch can save her." "A convincing case," Phillipa admits, "still, this is not an opportunity I cannot pass."

Yennefer knew this was going to happen as this was a conscious subject when she was invited to become a Lodge member on their second meeting ever. This was not quite like the Brotherhood that had more interest in maintaining the status quo; these sorceresses were ambitious and had plans of their own to carve out their own place at the table of world powers and rule as their equals, if not above them. And in order to do so, they needed one who possessed both royal blood and magic...and the Lodge already had a candidate in mind since it's inception, all thanks to that stunt Yen pulled with Ciri following the events on Thanedd.

Yennefer realized now she was reaping the consequences of her actions as a result of her own recklessness. She made her bed...now she needed to lay in it.

Without saying nothing, giving one last look at your dying state, she turns to Phillipa and nods, "we have a deal." Small smile, not smug but more sympathetic, Phillipa has Yennefer collect you and the mage opens a portal to take you to Francesca, the one mage who had a chance at this point to save you.

--------------Somewhere in Slaver's Bay: 300 years AC----------------

"Have you ever heard the story of the Lady of Larks, Khalessi?" Ser Jorah Mormont inquired of the woman in question.

"I know of the story," Daenerys  Targaryen admits, "Viserys used to tell it to me all the time. The Great Romance between the Lady Lark and my forebear Daemon Targaryen. The Lady of Larks was a gifted troubaritz, a voice so beautiful the larks would stand silent to listen. The Rogue Prince was so captivated that he scorned his own wife to be with the Lady of the story. They even had a child together...that is until she was seduced away by a mutant from the Continent, the famous White Wolf."

"Is there anything else Viserys told you of them?" Jorah asks. "Not really," Daenerys admits, "what more is there to know?" "The people in Westeros may see theirs as a great romance," Jorah tells her, "but the Continentals don't quite see it that way."

"How could they not?" Daenerys huffs. "They for the most part believe the other version of the tale," Jorah answers, "they believe the Rogue Prince was the one who stole the Lady of Larks away. Stole her, defiled her, and then took their child away from her. Do you know the name of the child they bore?" "The Princess Aemma Targaryen, Daemon's first born," Daenerys answers, "but...I don't understand how this could be. They sound like completely different stories. Which...which one do you choose to believe?"

"I think...that the truth lies somewhere in the middle," was Jorah's answer, "but we may never know what truly happened." "What became of the daughter of the Rogue Prince and the Lady of Larks?" Daenerys changes the subject. "That to this day remains a mystery," Jorah says, "all we know is that she disappeared shortly after the Dance of Dragons."

"Tell me the story then," Dany insists, "both versions. I should try to discern the truth for myself, however I can."

Bonus Masterlist

[musical-chick-13]

Who is the woman on your pfp? She looks very cute.

Ohhh, let me introduce you, my friend, to Cersei Lannister from Game of Thrones, the Character Of All Time, and my FAVORITE character in any piece of media ever.

This woman is the most fascinating fictional construct I have ever encountered, and, although she is...not a good person, her struggles are so painfully real (and even, many times, relatable) that she feels the most human to me out of an entire cast of richly human, well-rounded characters. She has an extreme tangle of a bunch of different psychological issues, all of which manifest in some pretty unpalatable ways.

She gets angry and jealous, she acts out, she has an unhealthy dependence on alcohol and is part of the most intensely codependent relationship known to fiction. She feels so trapped in her womanhood due to the horrible way the society she lives in that she resents other women and has a hell of a lot of internalized misogyny. She has an over-idealized view of her parents while also having been influenced in all of the worst ways by her father. She leans on violence and cynicism and increasingly-ill-advised personal isolation as a way to try and feel some semblance of control in a dangerous, misogynistic world. She exemplifies this intersection of "being a bad person," benefiting from material financial privilege, and being incredibly sympathetic and disenfranchised. And she fully owns up to the fact that she does horrible things!! She believes that what she does is justified to survive and to prevent other people from hurting her children, but doesn't try to kid herself into thinking she's a good person; and there are not enough words in the multiverse for how much I appreciate that. She also serves as a deconstruction of the "Evil Queen" archetype, because what would push someone to act like that? How do we measure those actions against a world hell-bent on cruelty? How do we reconcile the fact that there's still a person under there, one who is also suffering and who also deserves to be viewed with humanity, just like everyone else?

And probably most significantly (for me, anyway, lol) she's an excellent example of an antagonist who is mentally ill but not Evil™ Because Of It. Her mental illness and the maladaptive things she does to cope with it (mostly by turning...just about everything she does into a desperate attempt to avoid feeling any more pain--from her violent grabs at power, to her feral protection of her children, to her alienation of most of the people around her, to her automatic and self-sabotaging distrust of pretty much anyone and everyone) simply lend context to her worldview and allow us to see why she chooses to act the way that she does. The suffering she experiences due to her mental illness is intentionally meant to be sympathetic and to humanize her. We're meant to feel for her, and the few people she trusts and/or genuinely loves (mainly, her twin brother; her children; and, eventually, her right-hand-man) are the ones who don't make a habit of calling her "mad" or treating her like she's "crazy." She still gets to affect the overall story and other major characters in significant ways, which...doesn't always happen for female antagonists or characters who are meant to be read as mentally ill. And she doesn't die prettily after two or three episodes before never being mentioned again, either!! She's an extremely important character all the way through the show. And though mental illness deeply affects her in many aspects of her life, it's not The Reason™ she's violent or hostile or dangerous. It's simply a characterization choice that helps us understand her.

I love her more than life itself. She's everything to me.

[yuristarwars]

MY SEASON 7 GAME OF THRONES IDEA

Okay so I really liked the first 6 seasons of Game of Thrones, with only a couple parts I didn’t (Sansa’s SA scenes, for example). However, I think GOT took a STEEP decline after season 6. Season 8 was the worst offender, but it started in season 7, so this is my idea for what would make for a better seasons 7 of Game of Thrones.

Plot lines: After blowing up the Sept of Baelor, Cersei has a revolution on her hands. People hate her now more than ever and even Jamie is questioning his loyalty, especially since he killed the mad king for this exact kind of thing. Jamie defects from the Queensguard to join the reovlution and Cersei, Qyburn, and Euron try devise a strategy to put this underground effort down. Bronn starts on Cersei’s side, but slowly starts to question his loyalty after a series of experiments Qyburn uses on innocent people he caught.

Jon Snow sends Sansa across Westeros with Lady Brienne, Podrick Payne, and Tormund Giantsbane to try to get the houses of Westeros to join the cause. Meanwhile, him and Davos fortify Winterfell for the oncoming march of the dead.

Daenarys, Grey Worm, Missandei, Tyrion, and the Greyjoys go to Dragonstone and get the help of houses Tyrell and Martell against House Lannister while Sansa Stark tries to convince them of the oncoming threat.

Samwell cures Jorah and together, they ride to Dragonstone to meet with Dany and her armies.

Arya Stark continues her quest for revenge across Westeros, using tactics she learned from the faceless men. However, a mysterious boy named Griff wants to accompany her, saying House Lannister has also done him harm...

Varys and Baelish play against each other for an intricate Chess game and control of the Iron Throne. Their pawns are already in place, and the Lannisters are on their last leg.

Character Arcs:

Jon Snow is now known as Jon “Coldblood” for his merciless enforcement in Winterfell. He was never the same after being brought back to life and having to watch his lover die in front of him. He’s not the same Jon from before and this might cause him some political problems.

Euron is more like his book version. He’s serious, strategic, and merciless.

Davos drinks himself in his sorrow after losing his king, his son, and now Shireen, while he desperately tries to advise Jon to be less cruel.

Arya Stark and Griff have no forced romance, but they’re both experts with swords and when they’re not killing together, they’re sparring. However, Arya is more staunchly anti-Targaryan and Griff however, isn’t.

Tyrion is intelligent. He refuses drinks and chooses to work long hours to help his queen devise strategies and who they should trust. There’s no lame dick jokes, but he’s still lighthearted and pleasant to be around.

Daenerys struggles with her conquest and trying to keep everyone working together. Having Sansa Stark there complicates things since the Martells dislike her house and the Tyrells have complicated feelings too.

Samwell and Jorah have virtually the same personalities as the seasons before, but their return to Dragonstone takes a turn for the worst as Sam realizes he’s being hunted down by his father.

[jonquildove]

starkmatriarch:

“Reckon the Hound intended to have a bounty paid for her,” Harwin explained, “Your brother was still alive and winning his battles and seemed fit to defeat the Lannisters–” A hiss emitted through the gash in Catelyn’s throat, a death-like hiss that spoke of anger and fury. It was a death-rattle that reverberated in her throat. If the Lannisters had not played such an underhanded way, if the Boltons and Freys had not been so disloyal and dishonourable, Robb would be alive still and would certainly have broken the Lannisters. He won every battle in which he fought, and would have continued to do so…and so they killed him at a wedding. And blood would pay for blood, betrayal would pay for betrayal, and she would ensure the Lannisters paid their heavy debt. She was always suspicious of the Lannisters, remembering hanging out with Cersei when they were younger and being friends; yet they grew apart over time. “-I imagine the Hound wanted to ransom her” Continued Harwin after nodding briefly, sensing she stood like she had a crossbow aimed to Petyr and the girl Sansa, in acknowledgement of Stoneheart’s anger. He was concerned for her wellbeing, hearing her violent coughing wrack her body. ”The girl was a frightened thing, distrusting, suspicious of everyone; happen that’s why she’s survived so long. She gave us the slip..thought we were like any other bandits ready to sell her to the highest bidder. But we’ll find her though…the Hound is dead but the girl lives. We’ll find her” Stoneheart nodded, trusting in his words. Harwin was loyal to the last, loyal to Ned, loyal to her, loyal to the Starks. It had been he who had begged she be revived when they found her body, to Harwin did she owe this life, and she would not waste it. He had known her since he was younger, and she him. Though her skin rotted, and the skull showed a little beneath her scalp where hair did not cover it, though her hands were white and mottled and water-soaked, she would keep this life until vengeance was done and her children were safe. No matter how long it took. Catelyn did her best to hide the most horrific features of her new visage, keeping the hood loose about her hair, the cloth shading her cheeks, the scarf about her neck, slipping her hand beneath the scarf in order to hold her throat to speak. She hid in the forest, away from the costumed people dressed for Halloween, yet one had seen her, saying he liked her banshee costume. “Why…Tyrells…what good have they done you?” She asked, “They…are wed to the…lions…”.

“A bounty…? ” It did make sense, in a way, for Sandor to want gold. She did not think the Lannisters would take too kindly for his abandonment of the battle so engulfed with wildfire, nor grant him enough coin to fend for himself. He had sworn at Joffrey, when he saw the fire, leaving with enough gold to travel. He realised he did not like the Lannisters, even though he had thought it a job that paid him well; never liking Joffrey, especially, even though he was his dog that followed orders. “Did he intend to go to Riverrun or was it the Twins he travelled to, with Arya?” A flicker of uncertainty flits through Sansa’s eyes at the burning fury the hiss seemed to hold, but it was fleeting, and she wonders if her mother had noticed. As Harwin talked about her long-lost sister, Sansa wondered what horrors Arya might have experienced, and yearns for her presence. “If she is alive, I hope that we do find her, Harwin, and soon. Where could we start looking for her?” She feels a twinge of sadness, upon Harwin stating that the Hound was dead. As gruff and frightening he tried to be a majority of the time, he had saved her all the same—perhaps, he wasn’t so bad. “…How did he die, do you know?” “They have done every good to me, Mother. They are nothing like the lions. Margaery and her grandmother even tried to get me away from the Lannisters, to wed Willas in Highgarden.” But…of course, that ‘secret’ plan had been found out, to her dismay, and she was arranged to marry Tyrion instead. If her Mother met the Tyrells, especially of Margaery, Sansa gathered that her attitude towards them may change. Well, perhaps more so, if she wasn’t become Stoneheart…

[atopvisenyashill]

Honestly, it's also always braime shippers that believe Jaime won't be directly involved in Cersei's death because they feel like that would leave a stain on their ship's little romance... Everyone has their biases.

As for myself, I do think he will outlive her and finish his arc in the north, I just very much doubt he will only cause damage from afar. They will need to face eachother again, simply because it would be so unfulfilling from a storytelling point of view to leave all of their stuff unresolved. Especially when this is probably one of the most significant relationships in the series (it literally ignites the entire conflict).

"on their ship's lil romance" first of all, fuck off oh my god. second of all, i ship daemyra, i ship visaemon, i've been known to read a little sansan and jon/ygritte, do you think a little spousal murder or domestic violence is gonna stop me from shipping braime? get the fuck out of here and be serious lmao.

the importance of braime is not just "a lil romance" it is integral to the themes of the books. you can't make the argument that lannicest is one of the most significant relationships in the series and then ignore the fact that a) we do not get the PoV of either character until after Brienne comes into the picture because SHE is ultimately what ignites the conflicts in all three of their characters and b) the themes of knighthood, chivalry, oath keeping, and protecting the weak and innocent aren't also integral to the plot of the entire series when Jaime makes his iconic and character defining "they make you swear so many vows" speech while Brienne is standing there listening to him. If you want me to get into the annoying ass biases, I think it's misogynistic that people applauded the Braime ending of the show when it completely divorces Brienne (and the twins!!!) from the bulk of her story arc, and that chalking up Braime as "a lil romance" is a misogynistic way of undercutting the importance of her identity arc! I'm not discounting the importance of Lannicest, so let's not fucking start with this "my ship is more important than your ship" bullshit.

What I am actually saying is that people take a literal reading of the valonqar prophecy that does not apply to a single other prophecy in the entire series, and I find it perplexing, and annoying, the same way I find the digging in the heels defense of Aegon VI being the mummer's dragon to be perplexing and annoying. The whole series is setting up this idea that you can't trust prophecies and that knowing about a prophecy is often mentally damaging, but the fans (including D&D) just wholesale swallow both Cersei and Dany's opinions on their prophecies as correct and I don't buy that. I also never said the Lannister twins won't meet again. In fact what I said was:

Yeah, I’m well aware of that, I’m not saying he’s doing anything nice to her, i think he’ll have a hand (badum-ts) in her dying, probably enough to feel guilty over it too (plus whatever is happening with tyrion) but he’s not strangling her to death and I simply do not believe he’s dying right after either. What is he doing? no idea. they’re at casterly rock and he uses the last of the conditioner and then he leaves. i have no idea and I think people who are insistent that he HAS to murder-suicide his way out of the story are overconfident af about that ending.

AKA I think it's likely all three of the Lannisters are going to meet again at Casterly Rock, likely as its being destroyed. Of course they're going to meet again; no one serious denies that. But is he going to murder-suicide when they do? I am doubtful. In Jaime's mind, the last we see him, he considers himself effectively divorced from Cersei. He quite literally abandons her to die in a trial by combat to go play in the woods with Brienne. But I'm supposed to believe that he's still angry enough to go all crime of passion on her at this point? Nah son!! Just because he's going to "choke the life from her" does not literally mean he's going to actually choke the life from her, any more than Dany is going to literally fuck up some puppet dragon or Euron literally turned into a crow, munched on some seaweed, and perched on Jaqen's shoulder while Jaqen offed Balon.

[gulnarsultan]

What if we combine Prince (Targaryen Reader) x Yandere Cersei and Modern Reader (descendant from Modern Reader The Great). Like imagine: thanks to Modern Reader’s inventions Lady Joanna Lannister and Rhaella Targaryen, Lyanna Stark would survive the labour which is good. And so during Aerys 2 reign Modern Reader The Great is known to everyone and so one day the descendant of Modern Reader appeared. Maybe Prince found Modern Reader during his travel and he returns to Kings Landing introducing the Court Modern Reader, the descendant of Princess Y/N The Great. And now everyone in the Court are happy to see the descendant. Also I imagine that Prince accepts Modern Reader as his child. Which means that Yandere Cersei becomes mother to Modern Reader and I have no doubts that The young couple would see and treat Modern Reader as their child. Targaryens and Lannisters become yandere platonic towards Modern Reader.

Just a thought, but imagine that. Since Princess Y/N The Great would be remembered for many years and now her descendant is here in Westeros and I have no doubts that many people would adore little descendant and would probably tell her about Modern Reader the Great.

Thanks to the reader, Joanna and Lyanna do not die. The reader's granddaughter Yandere is being adopted by Cersei and the Prince. Both are great parents for the reader. Many people will want to meet the reader's grandchild. Grandchild is loved by everyone.

[asoiaf-essays-collector]

I can't stress enough how it frustrates me that people just don't see the layered subtlty of asoif series. Majority of fandom seems to blatantly hate or ignore or misunderstand completely at least one character that is often so obviously suffered so violently in favour of more popular and conventionally "interesting" characters.

The way that some people, it seems, just paint a numb puppet if a character doesn't get enough "screen time"...

Read between lines, you people! Information found between lines can take you to the beautiful land of character arcs and conflicts you ignored before!

The thing is, princess Elia is a very tragic character and the fact that nobody from the "main cast" noticed it (apart form maybe Ned - but he still was more shocked by tragedy of Elia and her children death more than acknowledged the tragedy of her life) makes her story even more tragic.

In fact I think her story is far more tragic than Lyanna's - because her doom was almost inevitable, if it makes sense. Lyanna's fate was more of a chain of events and decisions, whereas Elia was doomed from the moment she married Rhaegar - the thing she had no free will over. She had no control over her fate and couldn't escape it no matter what - even if Rhaegar didn't kidnap Lyanna and Robert didn't rebel she still would die from yet another childbirth or Tywin would have her killed so that Cersei could marry Rhaegar.

And even if we take aside the fact that Great Houses in Westeros are treated like actual kingdoms and Great Families are standing higher than a common nobility in the same way as common nobility stands higher than common folk in social hierarchy.

I did a little bit of fact check before writing and here's a list of little things that makes Elia's story even worse and that some of fans forgot or ignored:

- Elia's health was very poor ever scince she was born prematurely. And it was in Tyrion's chapter, so kinda common knowledge amongst great houses. So yeah, it was this shitty of Rhaegar to start baby-producing campaign with her right after the wedding.

- When Martells suggested to marry Cersei to Oberin or Jaime to Elia Tywin Lannister with his own "cosplaying royalty" quirk refused and suggested Elia to marry his son Tyrion. Yes, it was taken as a great insult. Yes, the insult part was also in the books.

- His rasist highness king refused to touch her firstbourn child because of her Dornish origins. Complete quote because "she smells Dornish". Yes, this racist.

- After giving birth to the first child she was sick for 6 months, after giving birth to the second one she nearly died. Yeah, she was supposed to give birth to royal descendants, but I assure you that as a daughter of the Great House she was also supposed to be treated not as just baby-producing woman. We can see throughout the asoif events that while yeah, descendants are important, sometimes connections via marriage (or holding a wife hostage) hence wife's well-being is also crucial. Even Targs wouldn't want Dorn with its army of 10 000 men as their enemies if they were in their right mind. They weren't in their right mind but luckily managed to piss off another 3 Great houses before they pissed off Martells entirely. So yeah, fan favourite boy Rhaegar absolutely could wait for a little bit longer before pushing through Elia yet another child.

- Tournament incident? Yeah, apparantly a year after their marriage and not long after the birth of first child, you know, the one that sickened her for 6 months.

- Because Elia was being held hostage Doran had to aid Targs - the very same family that mistreated her so badly. If not Dornish army - they wouldn't stand a chance, cause Lannisters remained neutural and Tyrells are known opportunists, they wouldn't have fought for the lost cause.

So imagine being nearly dead from childbirth, your husband openly not just fucks around but fucking leaves you even if "leaving your spouse" thing just doesn't even exist yet and your crazy in-law makes your family send an army to die for him so he doesn't kill you. But, yeeeeeaaah, we don't really know if she was upset or angry. Wtf?!

- Well, I suppose she could be not upset nor angry if she was in the state of mental shock or even if she were completely emotionally dead after near-death experience with second birthgiving.

- I don't even wanna talk about her death, it makes me physically sick.

So yeah, Elia Martell tragedy is hugely mistreated by fandom. Just because she doesn't have this saint girl halo around her in memories of pov characters she somehow becomes less sympathetic.

And all of that being said:

I actually disagree with you - there are NO blanks.

Like, what else information do people need? She was openely insulted from the start, her family was pissed off and we don't get any "but she was madly in love with him" excuse that could possibly suggest she could have any other feelings about the whole thing. There are no blanks.

The only way it could be said any louder is if Martin wrote with actual words that "Elia was upset and angry".

Had to see another post in Elia Martell tag about how Elia is a silent victim and how we don't know if she was really angry or upset with Rhaegar's infidelity.

A woman who was a Princess of a progressive kingdom which values women for being more than child incubators

Had to move to a racist court to marry a man who was delusional and who forced her to become a broodmare and got her pregnant in quick succession even after she was bedridden

Had to deal with said husband being a deadbeat father who didn't protect her and their daughter from his racist father and stayed silent

Was kept as a hostage by her racist FIL so he can blackmail and extort from her brother to send her kingdom's men to fight and die in a war that wasn't theirs

This definitely sounds like something a woman from a progressive nation, who is ridiculed and treated with distrust for her race, would be ok with. Right?

There are so many blanks in the books about so many things yet we all come up with detailed and nuanced theories to

fill those blanks.

Yet, some of yall can't fill the very simple gaps left about Elia's response to her husband's infidelity, disrespect and forced impregnation.

You operate under this belief that GRRM didn't mention that she wasn't upset so of course, she wasn't angry at Rhaegar or his actions.

Sure that is exactly the way to digest whatever content GRRM writes.

Are yall deliberately this obtuse?

Please get out of Elia Martell tags with such shit takes.