#Arryns

[littybeech]

Last one for now, for House Arryn.

[sebeth]

The World Of Ice And Fire: The Andals Arrive In Westeros

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

  The conflicts, and later the truce, between the Rhoynar and the Freehold of the Valyria protected the Andals as they prospered in the Hills of Andalos. The establishment of Volantis at the mouth of the Rhoyne made it clear to the Andals that their time as a free people was running out.

The Andals fled their homeland and landed in Westeros to begin their own forced conquest and subjugation of the current population. With the added bonus of religious zealotry!

The First Men are not happy. Not happy at all! Of course, they may now understand how the Children of the Forest and the giants felt when the First Men showed up centuries ago.

Onto the details…

The Valyrian reigned in the worship of the Seven in Essos but the Andals are in Westeros and running wild!

“Made zealous by the conflict and the flight, the warriors of the Andals carved the seven-pointed star upon their bodies and swore by their blood and the Seven not to rest until they had hewn their kingdoms from the sunset lands. Their success gave Westeros a new name: Rhaesh Andali – the land of the Andals, as the Dothraki now name it.”

Zealous or over-compensating for getting curb-stomped by the Valyrians?

The Septons, singers, and maesters all agree the Andals first landed on the Fingers in the Vale of Arryn. They base this belief due to the abundance of carved rocks and stones displaying the seven-pointed star. A practice that fell out of use as the Andals swept across Westeros.

The Andals first conquered the Vale. The First Men were outmatched due to the Andals superior iron armor and weapons. (The First Men were still in the Bronze Age of weaponry). The Vale war likely lasted decades. Most First Men submitted but there are still a few houses in the Vale (the Redforts, the Royces) that still proudly claim their descent from the First Men.

The legends claim Ser Artys Arryn, an Andal hero, rode a falcon to slay the Griffon King at the Giant’s Lance, founding the “kingly line of House Arryn”.  Yandel’s a fuddy-duddy and states it’s nonsense and a corruption of the Arryns’ true history with legends from the Age of Heroes. In truth, the Arryn Kings “supplanted the High Kings of House Royce”.  Why can’t it be both?

The clans of the Mountains of the Moon are descendants of the First Men who refused to bend the knee and were driven into the mountains. Yandel notes the similarities between the mountain clans and wildings: bride-stealing, “a stubborn desire to rule themselves”, etc. Yandel maintains the wildings are also descendants of the First Men.

Once the Vale was secured, the Andals poured out of the Bloody Gate to conquer the rest of Westeros. Fighting each other as often as they fought the First Men. Many small kingdoms formed in the aftermath of these battles.

In the Trident wars, seven Andal kings joined forces to battle Tristifer the Fourth, the last true King of the Rivers. Tristifer was defeated in his hundredth battle. Tristifer the Fifth was “unable to defend his father’s legacy” and the Andals conquered the Rivers.

Up next: The Andals versus the Children of the Forest, the Iron-born, and the North.

[sihtryggr]

ORPHAN (c. 1889) + ANGUISH/AGONY (c. 1878).

August Friedrich Albrecht Schenck.

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[gameofthronesdaily]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02.05 Regent

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter's Concern

Princess Rhaenyra showing worry for her parents, Queen Aemma and King Viserys I.

[bumblesimagines]

Burning Love

Request: Yes or No

Summary: As the eldest son and heir to the Iron Throne, Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has many responsibilities; most of which his darling sister hopes to share with him one day.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Targcest/Incest (Full-blooded Brother-Sister), Aemma lives!! and Alicent is not a childbride, mentions of stillbirths and miscarriages (Aemma's pregnancies)

Collecting HOTD oneshots like pokemon cards at this point

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It was known that Targaryens had... questionable traditions. Traditions those with outsider perspective could only force themself to understand.

There was the act of putting a dragon egg in the cradle of a babe and hoping the egg would hatch sometime soon after to ensure the babe was bonded to a loyal protector they'd grow up alongside of; a tradition started by Rhaena Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Aenys I and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Targaryens were Dragonriders, bonded with the very beasts they used to conquer the lands and pull them all into one kingdom (with the exception of Dorne, of course). They cremated their dead, a custom from Old Valyria, often with the help of a dragon belonging to their closest kin. 

And of course, the most infamous and often looked down upon custom, wedding kin to kin. Another custom from Old Valyria that many followers of the Seven turned their cheek upon, for they found the act of wedding siblings to siblings and so forth (apart from cousin to cousin) a sin. Faithful followers could voice their complaints as much as they wished, but Targaryens were kings, queens, princes, and princesses. Nobody could or would stop them from keeping their bloodline pure if they so wished. 

Descending from a long, historic, and proud family, Rhaenyra grew up listening and learning the tales of those who'd come before her. Aegon the Conquer and his faithful sister-wives, Rhaenys and Visenya; the many rebellions and fighting brought on during the lives of King Aenys I and King Maegor the Cruel; The Old King Jaehaerys who'd chosen her father, Viserys, as heir over his own late heir's daughter, Rhaenys; and of course, the histories written during the early stages of her father's reign. 

Her beloved older brother had been two when King Jaehaerys named their father heir and three when their father ascended the throne whilst their beautiful mother, Aemma Arryn, carried her in the womb. The fourth person to ever hold little Rhaenyra in their arms had been her brother, closely supervised by their parents and the maester attending the birth, of course. With a healthy son and daughter, Viserys and Aemma hardly needed for more children, but they tried anyway. Their attempts never carried to term, however, and any little ones that did were either stillborn or died mere hours or days after birth. 

Still, Rhaenyra never needed for any more siblings. Her brother was enough, in her humble opinion. He cared for her diligently, especially during their younger years when he eagerly wished to play with her, even if it meant the two of them being gently scolded at the end of the day for dirting Rhaenyra's dresses with mud and dirt. (Y/N) treated her as his equal, even showing her how to use a wooden sword when he began his training and helping prepare her for dragon-riding on Syrax. His own mount hardly needed much training in the Dragonpit, for the mighty Vermithor's first rider had been the Old King.

As time passed, the siblings were forced apart more often than Rhaenyra enjoyed. She'd made up her mind long ago that she and (Y/N) would one day be wed, and she'd be his formidable sister-wife. Their parents merely chuckled about it when she'd first told them at the age of seven, her squeaky voice and flushed cheeks only drawing cooing from Aemma and sweet smiles from Viserys. The absence of her brother had been stark, his time taken up by training, studying, and spending time with the Small Council, but Alicent Hightower had quickly taken his spot as Rhaenyra's companion. 

However, in due time, (Y/N) became man-grown, and while Rhaenyra quickly followed with her flowering, as heir and prince, (Y/N) became the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros. It took time for it to become apparent to Rhaenyra but her eyes and ears opened when she heard their parents speaking of it. Many families, highborn and lowborn, offered their daughters through letters or visits to Kings Landing. Lannisters, Baratheons, Starks, Brackens, Blackwoods, Tullys, and plenty more came forth. Even Otto Hightower made a passing comment about wedding Alicent to him. It was infuriating.

"In truth, I do not understand your irritation, Rhaenyra," Alicent spoke gently, her slender fingers working on embroidery. A flower she'd seen in the gardens, or something along those lines. Rhaenyra hadn't truly been paying attention to her dear friend. She'd been too focused on silently fuming at the sight of her brother showing one of the highborn ladies around the Red Keep. Every giggle, every blush, every bat of her eyelashes made Rhaenyra tick. "It's wonderful to watch one's brother fall in love."

"You wouldn't understand, Alicent." Rhaenyra sighed. "It is like the love King Jaeherys and the Good Queen Alysanne had."

Alicent faltered at her words, her head lifting to eye her friend with a small grimace. "You do remember our lessons, correct? King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had to wed in secret, for they knew that not even their mother approved in fear of another uprising from the Faith. Nobody has made a fuss over your parents since they are cousins, but who knows what may happen if you wed (Y/N)."

"(Y/N) is everything King Jaehaerys was, Alicent. He is beloved by the Realm." Rhaenyra reminded her friend with a small smile, pushing herself off the cushioned seats and smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. Her earrings swung slightly when she tilted her head slightly to the side, the ends of them brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes tracked (Y/N) as he lifted the lady's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before departing. "He will be a good king, and if I could prove it, I would be a good queen. His queen." Her feet began moving automatically. 

"Rhaenyra," The name tumbled out of Alicent's mouth, her hands fumbling with the items in hand. "Where are you going?"

Bunching up the skirt of her dress in her hands, Rhaenyra grinned over her shoulder and chuckled at the concerned look on Alicent's features that only grew at the sight of her mischievous glint. "To speak with my brother!" 

With a goal in mind, Rhaenyra entered the castle and followed the distant figure of her brother as he cut down hallways with long strides until he reached his bedchambers. Rhaenyra took a moment to herself to catch her breath and rake her fingers through her long silver locks before she approached the doors and nodded for the guards to open them. She stepped inside, a smile appearing across her lips when (Y/N) turned to look at her. 

"My favorite sister," (Y/N) cooed, taking a seat at his desk and unrolling a letter. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in return, clasping her hands together behind her back and taking small steps toward him. He skimmed the contents of the letter, his face giving away nothing of what it spoke of. "Is there something you require, Nyra, or are you suffering from boredom? I have plenty of lords and ladies who'd be happy to keep you busy." 

Rhaenyra scoffed quietly and (Y/N) gave a small grin. "I hear Father is urging you to find a wife."

"The Small Council is urging him to urge me, more like. They believe it is time to begin having children. Seeing as Father and Mother had great difficulty, they wish for me to have an heir by the time I ascend the throne to ensure there won't be issues later on." (Y/N) explained, coiling the letter back up and pulling out a blank paper. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing. "Otto has been... more friendly as of recently. He speaks incredibly highly of Lady Alicent." 

"You'd tell me if you were interested in someone, wouldn't you?" Rhaenyra reached over the desk to pluck the quill from his fingers, setting it aside and raising her brows at him. (Y/N) slumped back in his seat and laced his fingers over his midsection, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. Rhaenyra rounded the table and without thinking twice, she plopped down on his thigh. 

"Nyra,"

"You know as well as I do who you should wed, (Y/N). I know what a good queen should be, and I do not care about status or riches like the families of those ladies do. We have the blood of the dragon in our veins. Nobody would truly understand us." Rhaenyra spoke softly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she placed her palm over his cheek. His own hands unlaced, one moving to press against her back. 

"The Small Council-"

"Fuck the Small Council." Rhaenyra huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from her brother. "You are the prince, the heir. Whatever it is you choose, they must deal with it. It is their job to counsel, to offer their advice and opinions, not to dictate what you do. We could mount Syrax and Vermithor and fly elsewhere to wed in the customs of Old Valyria." 

A gentle sigh escaped (Y/N), and he leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder. The princess relaxed at the action, her hand moving past his cheek to the back of his head. (Y/N)'s lips curled up. "You are insufferable." He told her with a gentle laugh before leaning in to press their mouths together. He drew back too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking. "But a good ruler is a patient one, Nyra. If you wish for us to wed, or to lay together-" He brushed their lips together teasingly. "-you must wait. Father and Mother will be easy to convince." 

"Does it matter if we wait?" Rhaenyra tilted her head and batted her lashes coyly, the feigned innocence prompting (Y/N) to roll his eyes. She rose from his lap and dropped her hands to his, tugging on them until he stood up from the chair. She smiled widely, devilishly even, and slung her arms around his shoulders. "We will be wed, regardless. It will not matter." 

"I have things I must do, Nyra." (Y/N) gave a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "As I said, you must be patient. If you wish to speed things along, you should speak with Mother. She'll always be the key to winning Father over." He told her and planted a kiss on her temple before settling back down on the chair. 

"Will we be like that someday?" Rhaenyra asked softly, stepping out of the way so he could resume his letter. She toyed with the rings along her fingers, the thought of becoming one of those couples who genuinely cared for each other bringing a smile to herself. It was a desire all ladies had. While sons could marry whichever woman of age they desired, ladies had to hope the husbands their fathers or elder brothers chose were good men. She'd seen far too many times the faces of girls her age married and chained to men old enough to be their grandfathers. 

(Y/N) paused his writing and lifted his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Someday." He nodded. 

"I look forward to it, then."

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Please do not ask what I’ve been up to on Twitter

[paradiscake]

They really erased Jace and Cregan hunting together, their Pact of Ice and Fire sealed in blood and Jeyne Arryn's “in this world of men we women must stand together” and the Three Sisters negotiations that show what a politically savvy heir Jace is...

Jace, my dearest love, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry this show doesn't respect your achievements and relationships. I'm sorry you mean nothing to these showrunners. I'm sorry, Cregan. I'm sorry, Jeyne. I'm sorry, Lord Manderly.

[kass-of-the-midlands]

In an attempt to make a feminist show, Hotd has Rhaenys be totally cool with her man cheating on her, has Baela refusing her mother’s claim, has Rhaena reduced to a nursemaid with little to no scenes with her twin sister, has Rhaenyra start a war for a throne because daddy said she could have it, has Alicent dithering around with no influence over the court that she’s ruled for over a decade, has Helaena offer up a necklace instead of her own life to try and save her children, also completely removes the fact that Helaena fell into complete despair and insanity due to this immense trauma, has Nettles–a commoner who learnt how to ride a dragon-erased, has Saera Snow-a major proponent of the Pact of Ice and Fire and an RLJ foreshadowing, not to mention an enriching factor to Cregan and Jace-removed, has Jeyne Arryn be totally cool siding with the man who murderered a fellow female liege, has—

[arte072]

Aemma Arryn 👑💙🦅

[aramblingjay]

I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnedan, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. (insp)

[captaindanvers89]

I love Emma as Rhaenyra but Millie as teenage Rhaenyra was funny and I need to see more of young Rhaenyra causing chaos everywhere she goes. Imagine Aemma trying to ground her and Rhaenyra being a little shit does something unexpected…

Aemma: Which part of you’re grounded for a month do you not understand?

Rhaenyra: I did listen to you.

Aemma: Then explain that.

She gestures to a young Syrax who is currently sleeping in the throne room, oblivious to the tension. The guards and servants are trying not to wake the dragon out of fear of her roasting them.

Rhaenyra: You said that I am not allowed to leave the castle and I did as you said. The dragon keepers brought her here. And Syrax and I are not flying, so am I not obeying you?

Aemma about to throttle her only child mumbles: And this one had to survive.

Viserys in the background being proud of his daughter but also wondering how Syrax managed to fit through the doors.

And then you have Alicent also in the background shaking her head but also trying not to laugh. She may or may not have given Rhaenyra that idea.

And then you have Daemon who is currently away but when he hears what his niece did, he wonders why he didn’t do the same with Caraxes just to annoy his brother.

[fkaluis]

queen aemma arryn

[chasingthedragons]

Gowns of House Targaryen

BLACK & RED

The traditional red and black of House Targaryen worn by Princess Rhaenys, Queen Alicent, Princess Rhaenyra & the ladies Baela and Rhaena.

GOLD, SILVER & PINK

The secondary colors of House Targaryen worn by Queen Aemma, Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Helaena & Princess Jaehaera (and her twin)

[lady-arryn]

Introducing more of the Great Houses of Westeros

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 2 APPRECIATION WEEK day 4 — favorite moment or plotline

[gracielikegrapes]

In the Kingswood