#House Wyl

[tweedfrog]

Imagine after all the speculation if the words of House Wyl are just "don't tread on me"

[beyondmistland]

Do you think we will ever meet any nice Florents (sans Melessa), whether that be in the main series or even Dunk and Egg?

Given the current trajectory of House Peake, House Bracken, and House Wyl probably not. We can both keep praying though.

Thanks for the question, anon

[stromuprisahat]

Why is Wyl of Wyl called Widow-lover?

I wanna read the backstory!

Is it only because he used to make plenty of widows, or is there a different meaning? *wink, wink*

[sebeth]

TWOIAF/Fire & Blood: The Beginning of the Dornish War

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

 Aegon Targaryen has one more item to mark off his conquering checklist: Dorne.

Aegon tries a soft approach for nearly a year: he sent septons, maesters, and high lords to treat with Princess Meria Martell. She wasn’t interested. In 4 AC, the first Dornish War begun.

Rhaenys descended unto Planky Town and set the floating town ablaze. Meanwhile, Orys Baratheon led a thousand knights up the Boneway while Aegon marched through the Prince’s Pass with an army of 30,000. Lord Harlan Tyrell, Warden of the South, accompanied Aegon’s Army.

No word on Visenya – she must have stayed behind to govern the realm. Personally, I would have switched Rhaenys for Visenya.  No offense to Rhaenys – she’s a skilled dragonrider and participated in the Field of Fire and the Last Storm, so she has the Targaryen ruthlessness in her but her strengths seemed to be in the diplomatic/”soft power” areas and Visenya is the more vicious, highly skilled warrior. Was this personal for Rhaenys? Did she feel she failed in her initial visit to Dorne while her siblings/spouses succeeded in their visits to Westeros? Was this return to Dorne a chance to redeem herself?

Aegon’s armies marched into Dorne and found the watchtowers deserted, the fields burned, the livestock destroyed, and the wells poisoned. His forces were running short of food well before they reached the Dornish sands.

The Dornish are vicious – even to themselves. They are destroying their own lands to repel invaders but it’s at a great cost to themselves – Dorne isn’t known for its vast resources.

Thus begins a pattern of invade-retreat-guerrilla warfare-war crimes that would last for the next nine years!

A few highlights (lowlights?) of round one (4 AC to 6 AC) of the near-decade long war:

·         Lord Tyrell lost a quarter of his men and almost all his horses to the Dornish sands

·         Orys Baratheon’s forces were wiped out except for a dozen lords and himself – they became captives of the “Widow-lover” Wyl of Wyl

·         Rhaenys took Lemonwood, Spottswood, and Stinkwater but only found old women and children

·         Aegon took Skyreach, Yronwood, and the Tor; he also engaged in a one on one duel with the Champion of Ghost Hill only to discover it was Lord Toland’s fool

·         Aegon and Rhaenys descended on Sunspear only to discover no one was home – Aegon declared victory by default.

·         Aegon offered rewards for the heads of the missing Dornish lords and ladies; he also named castellans and stewards for the newly won Dornish castles – the most important nomination being the naming of Lord Rosby as the Castellan of Sunspear and Warden of the Sands

·         Aegon then gave the “good job, team. Let’s go home” speech and he and his forces returned to King’s Landing

·         The missing Dornish returned with a vengeance as soon as the Targaryen forces left Dorne

·         The Dornish recaptured their castle within a fortnight and slaughtered the royal garrisons.

·         Stewards and castellans were “allowed to die only after a long torment. It was said that the Dornish lords had a wager over who could keep their captives alive the longest while dismembering them.”

·         Lord Rosby was dragged to the top of the Spear Tower and then thrown from a window by Princess Meria Martell.

·         King Aegon had left Lord Tyrell and his forces to hold Hellholt and he had to deal with constant attacks from House Qorgyle of Sandstone and House Vaith of Vaith.

·         Lord Tyrell gathered his forces to march on Sunspear once he learned of Lord Rosby’s defenestration of Sunpear.  Somewhere east of Hellholt, Lord Tyrell and his entire army disappeared.

Aegon had his brother/best friend/Hand of the King taken hostage, his Warden of the South killed, a lord of the Crownlands executed, and lost thousands of men in the attack. Meria had multiple towns burned and lost hundreds/thousands of Dornish lives. Do Aegon and Meria attempt to make a compromise? No! The degenerate into “an endless bloody series of atrocities, raids, and retaliations, broken up by long periods of inactivity, a dozen short truces, and numerous murders and assassinations.

More year-by-year lowlights:

7 AC:

·         Orys Baratheon and the other captive lords were returned after being ransomed for their weight in gold. The Widow-lover lopped off each man’s sword hand before releasing his hostages. King Aegon retaliated by unleashing Balerion on the mountain fortresses of the Wyls. I wonder if Argella Durandon missed her husband while he was held captive or if it was more of a case “hope he’s dead”?

8 AC:

·         Dornish raiders attack towns and villages along the south shore of Cape Wrath, and set fires through half the rainwood.

·         Visenya Targaryen burns Lemonwood, Ghost Hill, and the Tor.

9 AC:

·         Visenya and Aegon return to Dorne and burn Sandstone, Vaith, and the Hellholt.

10 AC

·         Lord Fowler of Dorne leads and army through the Prince’s Pass and into the Reach, capturing Nightsong and burning a dozen villages. Lord ManfredHightower sent his son Addam with a strong force to retake Nightsong,

·         A second Dornish army under Ser Joffrey Dayne attacked Oldtown. The Dornish were unable to take Oldtown but burned fields, farms, and villages for twenty leagues around the city. Joffrey Dayne kills Garmon Hightower, Lord Hightower’s younger son.

·         Ser Addam Hightower reached Nightsong only to discover that Lord Fowler had torched the castle and executed the garrison. Lord Caron, his wife, and children were taken back to Dorne as captives.

·         Addam returned to Oldtown to relieve the city but the Dornish had retreated to Dorne.

·         Lord Manfred Hightower dies and Addam succeeds him as the Lord of Oldtown.

·         Aegon approaches Theo Tyrell over a 2nd Dornish invasion but he is hesitant considering the fate of his father in the previous war.

·         The three Targaryens unleash their dragons on Dorne: Aegon attacked Skyreach “vowing to make the Fowler seat a second Harrenhal”, Visenya brought fire and blood to Starfall, and Rhaenys returned to Hellholt only for Meraxes to be shot down by a scorpion bolt. Rhaneys and Meraxes die on impact. The three Targaryens unleashed their dragons on Dorne: Aegon attacked Skyreach “vowing to make the Fowler seat a second Harrenhal”, Visenya brought fire and blood to Starfall, and Rhaenys returned to Hellholt only for Meraxes to be shot down by a scorpion bolt.

·         Meraxes died shortly after impact but no one knows the exact time of Rhaeny’s death: “Some say she lost her seat and fell to her death, others that she was crushed beneath Meraxes in the castle yard. A few accounts claim the queen survived her dragon’s fall, only to die a slow death by torment in the dungeons of the Ullers.” I hope for Rhaenys’s sake that she died upon/shortly after attack because life under Dornish captors would make life under Ramsay Bolton look pleasant.

Three more years into this stupid war and what has Aegon or Meria gained? Nothing beneficial! More destruction of towns and farms on both sides. The Caron family has been taken captive/killed, and the Hightowers lost a father and a son. On a personal level, Aegon and Visenya lost their sister-wife and had a brother mutilated. Aenys lost his mother at three-years old! All this violence and bloodshed because of two vindictive egos!

Up next, the Dragon’s Wroth, the atrocities continue, and a tenuous cease-fire.

[tronodiferro]

House Wyl of the Boneway

GameOfThronesFanatic-Knjiga

[atopvisenyashill]

the number one miss of george’s re: worldbuilding is the lack of saints bc Y E S i can fully believe that “targaryen looking child king who rules from a hill & dies at the age of 9 bc he’s poisoned” just screams sainthood!!!!! you KNOW there’s poor people that follow the faith who were conspiracy theorizing about how like, unwin peake purposefully poisoned him or viserys killed him out of jealousy or something.

also REAL there’s two septs in the marches that are constantly in a petty cold war because one of them is run by reacher worshippers & they put up a sexy arrow ridden criston cole statue outside & one of those lil signs with catchy sayings on them all churches have that says some shit like “women are meant to serve man :)” and the sept down the road run by dornish worshippers immediately put up a baller ass crowned gaemon palehair statue with a sign like “eat the rich.”

comparing my blorbo gaemon palehair to dany…she literally sees the dothraki & meereenese as less than her, refuses to geld a rapist, sexually abused irri, doesn’t pay anyone in meereen, left astapor a ruin, AND takes a profit from the selling of slaves!!!! meanwhile my woke commie toddler son and his marxist mommies:

include a brown, dornish woman - my girl sylvenna

include a loving, consensual relationship between said dornish woman and her lover & gaemon’s bio mom lady essie

in fact most of the court atop visenya’s hill are the lowest of the low and are brutally punished for daring to make things better, not born with a fancy family name or the benefit of an army, rich friends, & dragons

explicitly take over in an attempt to calm down king’s landing and do succeed in calming down the people gathering at visenya’s hill with them

decree that men who beat their wives should be beaten themselves

give bread and beer doles to disabled veterans & the poor

gaemon is orphaned by house targaryen - his mothers are considered “unworthy” of the sword and hung but only after aegon ii tortures them of course - after aegon ii refuses to acknowledge him as a bastard, and is later poisoned and murdered because of their stupid game of thrones, do not compare him to that whack ass house or your colonizer queen!!!!!!

[linskywords]

Not to poke about any fics you may or may not be writing as I know you are currently focusing elsewhere (and I hope progress is going well!) But I just scrolled past your ask about adding tknp to the WYLverse and the wolfverse, and how they'd probably be much more of a downer than the other stories. I do know it's still in the far off future, but do you have any info on that right now that you would be willing to share?

Oh hi! No worries, happy to get this question! The novel and I are actually in a fight right now, so I'm working on the Hughes brothers' wolfverse installments. As for tk/np, I can't remember if I had specific thoughts on their WYL story, but I've given a lot of thought to how their wolfverse story would go. I feel like two things are true:

I don't want to erase what happened to Nolan and pretend he's just happily playing in the NHL to this day

I don't want to write a story that's a total downer.

I'm not sure if I could walk that line in a non-AU story, but in the wolfverse, I'm planning to tweak Nolan's backstory so that hockey plays a different role in his life. The main idea is that he's from a really intense pack of wolves up in Winnipeg, and the expectation is that you basically be totally devoted to the pack and don't have any sort of life outside of that. Unless you have some kind of special reason to leave, that is, like being good enough to be drafted second overall to the NHL. So hockey is mostly an escape for Nolan. He likes it, wouldn't be able to be this good if he didn't, but his main reason for pursuing it is because he wants a life outside of the claustrophobic everyone-up-in-your-business confines of his pack.

But when he gets to the NHL, it ends up being harder than he thought. His psychic senses are more sensitive than most wolves', and the aggression that he feels anytime they play another team is A Lot. Even when there isn't another wolf on the other side of it--and it's way worse when there is. Every time he goes out on the ice he feels like he's fighting in a battle. It starts to take a toll on his mental and physical health; he starts getting horrific migraines, and it's hard for him to even leave the house. But he can't just quit. This is his escape route, his way out. If he quits, he's going to have to go home.

Except then he gets together with TK. And suddenly there's a different reason for him to live outside of Winnipeg. Normally if he were to bond to a human -- frowned upon but grudgingly allowed -- he'd be expected to bring them home to join the pack. But TK is an NHL player, too. That's more than enough reason to keep them living in Philly for most of the year. Maybe, now that they're together, Nolan doesn't need to keep torturing himself with playing a game that's increasingly bad for his health. Maybe he can step back, and take a breath, and explore the other things the wider world has to offer, the ones he left Winnipeg for in the first place.

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loss of virginity, Criston is champ (who likes to be a bit puppy), Lady Dondarrion is a plus sized queen who doesn’t play around, pnv!sex, begging, set before HOTD, He learns alot that year Lmfao, pwp-ish, this is actually super soft

You stared from a high walkway, your companion next to you. Serena Caron was your closest friend and cousin. She was sent to Blackhaven as a girl. She tilted her head down at the training yard, eyeing a familiar yet changed face.

The newly knighted Ser Criston, the son of Blackhaven’s steward. Your uncle Arlan had knighted him since they returned from the last skirmish over the Boneway. He had grown into his gangly body, a man grown now. The dark haired knight was fearless with a Morningstar.

Serena noted, “He burned two water towers on the Boneway. Ser Criston was knighted soon after. He’s eight and ten now. Quite handsome you think?”

“Very much so. Much more handsome than the boy who stuttered and blushed to his ears when I spoke to him. When Cole was a squire still. Arlan’s ‘cole-black shadow’.” You snickered with Serena, clasping her arm, eyes catching the dark orbs of the steward’s son. You gave a smile and he nodded briskly, returning to training.

Your nightingale giggled, “He had to have gotten his cock wet by now. You know those camp whores flock to knights like flies to shit.”

Scoffing as you traveled down basalt steps, you replied, “Definitely not. He’s still green as the Mistwood. I’d imagine young Cole is like his father Wilhelm, all duty no fun.”

Serena’s dark eyes sparkled as she taunted, “Are you afraid your little childish flight of fancy has turned into a big handsome knight? Can’t moon over the highborn girl when his title can get many a pretty girl.”

Your cousin knew the jealous streak of yours. In your younger years, Criston was the cutest boy in the keep. You’d playfully tease and flirt with him, getting his stutter riled up and face darkened. You still wanted a piece.

You pinched her, snarking, “Oh don’t rile me up, you conniving songbird. He’s green and I can prove it. Make those pretty eyes wet with tears from my cunt alone.” The matter of your maidenhead was pointless— your husband Benjamin Tarly laid dead. Too soon for any seed to take.

Eventually some other lord’s wife would die in childbirth and you’d fill in. You were merely wedded and bedded at the tender age of 16 and now approached 22. The heir of Harvest Hall’s wife was rumored to have difficult births. Marcher to marcher, Selmy’s were not bad.

Whatever. You’d seduce this handsome knight and make him whine like a pretty maiden, doleful eyes begging you for relief. Serena interrupted your lustful thoughts and laughed, “Alright. If I’m correct, you get to brush my hair for a month.”

You sighed in annoyance regarding Serena’s thick curls.

“If I’m correct, you have to finally ask my brother for a dance,” you stated with a sniff.

Serena sputtered and blushed, slapping your shoulder. The Caron lady hissed, “Oh you witch! Beron thinks I’m a silly little girl.” Those two were so oblivious the Vulture King could spy their chemistry from Dorne. You shooed off your best friend.

“I’m off to seduce a maiden, wish me luck!”

She cursed you with a laugh, turning to her quarters.

Criston sat lower at the table for dinner, moved up above the castle guard and lowborn workers, bastards. Knighted now, he still retained a solemn disposition. There was fire underneath, not any soldier took initiative like he did near the horrid lands of House Wyl. Ambition lay underneath his puppy-ish face, baby fat all gone. Striking, with those deep eyes and tousled curls.

Wilhelm seemed to be preening, he boldly claimed his son would easily find his way to glory. Just needed some tourneys to get his name and skill out there. Criston gave a shy smile, sculpted lips curling up, tan skin darkening a shade.

You sipped on wonderfully bitter wine, eyeing him shamelessly. Serena snickered from your side. The young knight met your gaze and held it, brows furrowing in confusion. Placing the goblet down on the dark wood of the table, you licked your wine-stained lips, tossing your hair.

Criston averted his gaze, suddenly finding his supper very interesting. Shy little pup. You murmured, “Green. Green as the Queen’s dress.” Serena shrugged, “A highborn lady of the house he’s sworn to is much more intimidating than a whore.”

Supper was finished, servants coming to clear the plates. Abruptly standing up, you left to wait in a dark corner, eyes peeled for his fine frame. Ser Criston was clad in the familiar faded red of his small house. Annoyed as others filtered out, Arlan had cornered the object of your desire with your father.

Likely talking about horseshit and the upcoming tourney in Ashford. You waited and waited until they split, passing you by. Your Lord Father questioned, “What are you doing dear? Skulking like a ghost.”

Feigning innocence and batting wide eyes you simpered, casting a look to Ser Criston, “I simply wished to ask our valiant new knight about his adventures!” Arlan grinned and pushed the lad forward, “Go ahead, he’s too damn humble. Night my lovely niece.”

“Thank you nuncle, night to you.”

They strode off and Criston seemed like a fish out of water, eyes wide with uncertainty. He furrowed those dark brows again and asked, “What would you like to know about?” You hummed, “Walk with me and tell me all about it, before you get carted off again, Blackhaven’s new wonder!”

He gently took your arm and the pair of you strode around the basalt stones of Blackhaven. He seemed to ease up after some conversation, describing the bleak circumstances of the lands. You shuddered at the descriptions of the men lost and mutilated as a warning.

He asked a couple questions of his own, how your were holding up. What marriage offers may lay on the horizon. Chivalrous talk, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in the banal affairs of a Lord’s daughter. It warmed your heart some, your late husband was more concerned with hunting around Horn Hill.

You stopped the knight, conveniently at the doors to your chambers. He looked at them, back to you, and back to the door. Criston stuttered, “O-oh uh- it seems our walk has come to an e-end.” You smiled in a feline manner, placed a hand on his chest, felt his rapidly beating heart.

He inhaled sharply, unsure, murmuring nervously, “Lady Dondarrion, T-Tarly, wh-what’s going on here? This is unseemly for me.”

You shrugged, “Dondarrion. My maidenhead is gone and I desire you,” plastering your body to his you purred, “Since coming back on that black gelding looking like a maiden’s fantasy.”

He made a soft noise, eyelids fluttering, hands clenched at his sides. You murmured into his ear, so close your lips grazed the shell, the poor thing shivering, “If you desire to have me, the offer is standing now. Take it or leave it, Ser Criston.”

His hands wrapped around your waist, the pair of your stepping backwards into the door, lips meeting feverishly. He’d had some experience kissing, pretty lips easily moving with yours. He opened the door, more awkward stepping, then the dark haired man sealed the room shut.

His big hands wrapped around your corseted waist, gripping with a delightful force. Need emanated off the man, his broken noises slipping out between increasingly wet kisses. Your nimble fingers began to unbutton his doublet, exposing a pale undershirt and his lightly haired chest. He had a gorgeous golden chain upon tanned skin.

You pulled back, Criston softly whining and chasing your lips. He panted as you purred, “I’m a big girl sweet Criston, can you take it?” He nodded eagerly, seeking to get back to lapping your plush lips. Obviously he didn’t care of your curvy body, soft places that bothered you. Your mother passed down that.

Serena’s slim frame and busty chest oft drew the attention of most. You weren’t frumpy by any means, just thicker of waist and plumper thighs and ass, an overlarge bust you tried to bind down. Criston’s fuzzy brain seemed to catch up with him, praising, “You are beautiful, no amount of extra flesh is deterring me.”

You began to unbutton his breeches and he paused, indicating you to turn around. Thankfully the heat from the fire kept the room warm. You moved your hair aside as Criston’s hands undid your jewelry, carefully placing them on the nearest surface.

There was a stagnant pause. Criston’s hands hovering on the top button of your dress. You had already moved your hair, what was the hold up? Then it hit you, the green boy had no clue on how to undress a lady. Which granted, was a complicated ordeal.

“Unbutton that gold one,” you instructed.

He did so, pushing the dress down to reveal the next layer. The stiff corset, verdingal and bum roll. You untied the latter two yourself and teased, “Never seen a lady’s undergarments Cole?” He whispered, fingers faltering on the laces of the corset, “No, not of a highborn.”

The fire crackled as he released the garment, you breathing a sigh of relief, breasts and waist free of the restrictive garment. Only your thin shift remained, Criston making a weak noise as he jerked up the linen, groaning again at your soft frame.

It was your turn to be abashed, it had been a bit since anything but a primal rut in the dark at a tourney or feast from a visiting lord. He breathed, “Gods, oh, my lady.” You turned gently, unlacing his own breeches, tented by his cock. The knight’s thighs trembled, nervous hands roving your plush hips and ass.

You looked up at his doleful eyes, wide and needy. He’d bitten his lip bloody while you had been turned around. You asked, “Have you bedded a lady before?” He choked on an answer, gasping as you pumped his gorgeous prick.

He strained out, “No, fuck, fuck, my lady, I’ll be good for you, please.”

You thumbed around the tip, his mouth now fallen open.

“You’ll be good for me? Fuck your lord’s daughter, it’s almost your duty to be good. It’s okay, you’re a stud, I’ll let you eat my cunt if you blow early.” Criston made the sluttiest little whimper of your name, begging again, “Oh please, please.”

“Please what?”

He mournfully whimpered, “Pleeeease.”

You’d rendered the darling of Blackhaven to mush, begging for a treat like a sweet little hound, not even aware of what he was begging for. You let go of his leaky cock, leading him to the bed, pushing the tanned man down with a smirk. Your own cunt was aching, the power trip intoxicating.

Criston’s sweet face looked so innocent, panting heavily, hair already a sweaty mess. You straddled strong thighs, hands sliding up his lean torso. You asked sweetly, hands retreating to hold your breasts, “Do you want to touch them sweet knight? They’re so sore.”

He nodded, eyes growing teary with need. Criston warbled, “Yes, yes, may I?”

You nodded in assent, throwing your head back with a smile and throaty moan. Criston’s calloused hands felt good on the tender flesh, squeezing and experimentally thumbing your peaked nipples. The man groaned in pleasure, gasping out, “You’re so soft, feels good.”

You leaned over his frame, flesh to flesh gently coming together. Your paler skin against his tanned. His thighs trembled, mouth hanging open again as your body laid atop his stiff prick. You caressed a lightly stubbled cheek, smiling, “You’re just the sweetest thing, Ser Criston.”

He blushed, face screwing up when you laid kisses along his jaw and pulsing neck, nipping here and there. At the same time you rutted your swollen slick folds against him, sighing in pleasure. His big hands groped at your ass, voice strained, “Fuh-fuck me, fuck me please, oh gods m’lady, I’ll do anything, it- it hurts I swear it.”

Kissing his trembling lips, you cooed, “I’ve got you, relax, deep breaths sweetheart.” He nodded, frantic hands stilling, Criston’s staccato breath winding down a bit. Reaching under your body, you nestled the blunt tip of his cock against your sopping entrance. Cole cried out softly, hands clenching back down into your plush hips.’

He was doing his best to keep his breathing in line, exhaling sharply from his nose. You slowly sat onto the thick member, eyes fluttering from the feeling of fullness, the familiar stretch of your walls. You pressed your forehead to his cheek, hands planted on his muscled chest.

Criston seemed to be holding on for dear life, fingertips digging into you, leaving sweet bruises to cherish later. His cock twitched and throbbed, the knight babbling, “I, I, I, can’t m’lady oh seven hells!” You stroked his curls and shushed his frantic whining.

“I know, feels so good, just hold on, it’ll pass sweet boy.”

His teary eyes gazed at you intensely, nodding, you coddling him through the intense new sensations. Stroking back a sweaty piece of hair you asked, “Better sweet boy? Such a pretty pup with a pretty cock. Want me to ride you now?”

Criston managed a weak moan of ‘yes’, hips already twitching upwards. You began to raise your hips, riding his thick cock in slow movements. His back arched a bit, planting his feet down to thrust into your wet pussy. You praised, “Yesss, yes, that’s it!”

Soon the slow rolls sped up with each collision of your ass to his lean hips. What had once looked like gentle lovemaking had turned into fucking— loud, lurid, sloppy. Your mouth mashed against his, the pair of you whining and carrying on accompanied by the sound of your cunt being pounded.

Criston warbled, “So good so good, my lady, gods!” You nibbled on his lips, angling your hips to graze your sensitive bud against his body. The knight’s noises were getting more frequent. He thrust harder, hitting that good spot, you involuntarily tightening around him with a cry. You watched as the man stiffened with a whimper, eyes going wide, cock swelling up.

You immediately pulled up and off his cock, Criston too lost in the throes of his sudden orgasm to register the loss of your warm cunt. In a frenzy you ground yourself against his body, cumming as his seed spurted against your back and ass. He moaned dazedly, eyes watching you get off, rasping, “On me, my lady, on me, beautiful. Shall I get down on my knees and lap at you?”

His utter adoration and sweet voice, big hands at your sides accompanied the heightening sensitivity to your bundle, you grunting and moaning deeply, grabbing a handful of dark curls. The image of the pretty knight with a collar between your legs sent you over the edge with a raspy keen. Slick covered his lower belly coarse curls, Criston seeking out your lips desperately.

He shuddered underneath you, cute little ‘thank you’ leaving his lips. You rolled off of him, uncaring of the seed dirtying the bed. Criston immediately pulled you into his frame, tucking a stubbled chin into your neck. You rubbed his arm around your belly and hummed, “Not bad for your first time. I can teach you many a thing before off your pretty ass goes to tourneys and I get sent to Harvest Hall.”

“I would quite enjoy that,” came his soft voice.

Ser Criston Cole always sought out the banners of House Selmy during Royal tourneys later on. She was beautiful as ever, holding a babe and nodding at him with a dazzling smile. He’d always be fond of his times in Blackhaven, especially with her.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

BG3 Matchups/Asks Masterlist

Originally, this was a Masterlist of all the Baldur's Gate 3 matchups/asks I got the first time I opened my inbox. Now it houses both the asks from the first round and the latest completed pieces from the current one:

First-Round Asks Will Be The Ones Further Down While The New Ones Are On Top

Matchups (Round Two):

Lilly-pad02

Cakeboxie

Straight-Haired Nonnie

Asks/HCs:

Astarion:

HC: Astarion Comforting Overwhelmed!Tav

HC: Astarion Regaining Reader's (Tav's) Trust

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Ascended!Astarion:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Gale:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Godhood!Gale:

HC: BG3 Villians and Their Yandere Types

Wyll:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Karlach:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

La'zel:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Shadowheart:

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

HC: Companions Comforting A Severely Depressed Reader

Halsin:

HC: Male Companions Helping Tav with Their Period

HC: Losing Tav on a Stealth Mission (wyll, ast, hals)

HC: Male Companions with A Mute!Reader - Hot!

HC: Helping a Neglected Tav (gale, hals, wyl)

HC: Modern!BG3 Companions' Thanksgiving

HC: How The BG3 Companions Cuddle

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[writingwenches]

OC Spotlights — Dornish Marches

get ready for slutty DILF Vibes. No set time period yet for these two men.

cw: medieval themed violence against women

In the year 12AC, a terrible thing happened. In Fawnton, on the wedding day of Ser Jon Cafferen to Lady Alys Oakheart the wedding party was tortured by the hands of Lord Wyl of Wyl and the women were sold to Myrish pirates. Amongst them were many members of House Dondarrion. This was the most infamous act of the First Dornish War. The generations since has seen much violence in the region, and is seen by lowborns as some of the most dangerous lands to travel for women. Highborn ladies whisper about slanderous rumors regarding the area and the houses surrounding it.

House Dondarrion of Blackhaven or House Cafferen of Fawnton

House is more for geography reasons, over anything. So, think of this as AU if it effects anything in the story LOL potential names include Cleoden, Baldric, Dermot, Galladon, Luceon, Dake, Gerold, Lucantine, Theodore, Wendell....

House Wyle of Wyle at the mouth of the Boneway, along the river Wyle

Titus Wyle or I was trying to think of some play on the name Hades or Hadal...Wyle's are most likely considered "Stoney Dornishmen"

The fued between the two men have been going on for ages. It starts out as a chance meeting of two young lads in the wilderness around their homes, too ready to fight, not mature enough to kill. Those fights turned into more and that more turned into something.

I don't know exactly what happened to break these two boy's hearts, but it must have been brutal...or expected.

sexy trash below the cut

The feud between houses are strong, and the two men continued it amongst themselves. Both houses are known for stealing woman, highborn or not, and using them to bare their children.

It has ben tradition in the area to have similarly looking lowborn girls to their ladies travel with them at all times, referred to as their Bridesmaids.

It is ill-advised to travel with women in your party through the area around Boneway, lest your daughters or wives be snatched up by the fueding houses as part of some scheme.

High Born Ladies of Westeros speak of the terrible things House Wyle does to captured ladies in their clutches, while House Dondarrion has similar rumors amongst noble Dornishwomen. Many stories are told in whispers amongst young girls in their bedchambers, of vile acts the men could do. Some of the most scandalous and secret stories, only known to the women and men-kissers of the realm, end in a beautiful, horrible, tragic romance between a captured noble lady and her ravingly handsome Dondarrion/Wyle Lord. They giggle, until they experience it for themselves.

The road between Blackhaven and Yronwood is traveled by raiders and traders in a hurry. Slavery is illegal in the kingdoms, but the Lords of both houses have sold members of the opposite family into bondage for generations, so they are known to look the over way, quietly endangering the low-borns of the area. Notorious brothels were established in the area, or those of particular taste, perhaps leading to Summerhall eventually being used by the Targaryen and Dornish nobles.

As the generations go on, it is said that they two houses have grown to look more and more similar to one another, mostly due to sisters and wives of the houses being stolen away and forced to wed their rival house counterparts. It is also common for decoy women being captured along with other ladies. It has been said that on numerous occasions, more beautiful woman than their true born daughters were used as Bridesmaids, as a way to deter their use as wives and broodmares.

It has grown common for spies are sent from both houses to the other, to find the true face of the ladies of their houses. Both houses put a lot of time and resources into their violence against women its romantic right??

Some noble women are treated as servants amongst their individual keeps, not being allowed to act their true station until later in life. Perhaps, some women are not told of their status until they are to be married away.

Both houses have known bastards around their houses. Westeros looks down on the Dondarrions for enabling the production of bastards. Dorne looks down on House Wyle for treating their bastard children more like servants or slaves rather than children.

Both castles have grown more as fortresses over the years, both houses have tunneled deep below their keeps to keep secret the majority of their estate. House Dondarrion is said to have a bottomless moat surrounding their castle, and perhaps the keep goes just as low.

Much like the Red Keep, both castles have dungeons for different purposes. Some are for prisoners, some are for high borns and nobles, and some are for torture. Different lords of the Dondarrion and Wyle utilize the dungeons in different ways, though most Lords have them filled.

can you tell I want to be chained up in a dungeon? oops

ehehe it could make Criston Cole sexier if he grew up around this trash 🤷🏻

I don't have much planned out, as for as plot for my handsome men BUT I'm noodling on it whoops. Maybe they fuck a targaryen? Or just fuck each others siblings :/// lol oops I'm sure there are ENDLESS crazy romance novel tropes that could come of these houses and maybe I'll write them all.

Always open to hearing opinions/whatever! Anon is on in my ask if its too embarrasing to talk about LOL

[lilith-kruger]

KING BAELOR TARGARYEN:The bards would argue, in time, that the vipers bowed their heads to baelor's step, but that is not the truth. Baelor received half a dozen bites as he crossed the cage, and while he opened it he nearly fell to the ground before the dragon knight could open the door and pull his cousin out of the pit. It is said that The wyls crossed their bets as prince aemon scrambled to climb out of the cage with baelor on his shoulders.

PRINCE BAELOR TARGARYEN:Baelor, of the house of targary in, prince of rocadragon, hand of the king, protector of the kingdom and heir to the iron throne of the seven kingdoms of the west had his pira funeral in the court of arms of vado ash castle, on the north bank of the river cockleswent. Unlike other large houses, some of which buried their dead or plunged them into the cold, green sea, the targaryen filled the dead with letters of fire, because they carried the blood of the dragon.

[baashirdayne]

The Dornish War || The Valyrian War

Month 1: The Fall of Alicent

Week 1: Alicent dies in the infirmary, with Doran Uller playing a role in her death to prevent her from leaving the West. Her discovery sparks a series of covert actions.

Week 2: First Minister Baashir Dayne's brother impersonates him to maintain the facade of stability while Lord Baashir Dayne and Armaan Yronwood sneak off to the Crownlands disguised as men of House Marbrand.

Month 2: Chaos in New Valyria and the Marches

Week 1: In New Valyria, chaos erupts as smoke and flames rise, igniting the pit. An explosion occurs, leading to crumbling walls and widespread panic, attributed to Baashir Dayne and Armaan Yronwood. Simultaneously, the keep of Hayford is set ablaze by Lords Dastan Allyrion and Ryon Wyl, who have returned to Dorne with valuable secrets.

Week 2: The Wyl of Wyl returns from the Westerlands, where the fighting intensifies in the Dornish marches. He captures a Dondarrion lord as a hostage, signifying a shift in tactics with intentions to take more captives.

Week 3: Lord Deimos Velaryon also captures a Dayne brother in the Marches, escalating the situation further.

Month 3: Siege and Naval Conflicts

Week 1: Lord Wyl and Fowler manage to break the siege at Nightsong, discovering the young Caron lord dead, though the Caron line persists.

Week 2: The Summer Islanders provide ships to Dorne during their visit. These vessels are utilized to launch an attack on the Weeping Town, unaware that Lord Tarth has been guarding the seas.

Week 3: A naval confrontation ensues as Lord Tarth and forces from Houses Wylde and Swann push back against the Wyl men at sea and in the town.

Week 4: In the Marches, First Minister Baashir Dayne and Lord Armaan Yronwood find themselves engaged in a tough battle against the Unsullied, with both sides stalemated. A temporary lull occurs as Silverwing appears in the sky, prompting the Dornish to retreat underground and conduct night attacks.

Month 4: The Wrath of King Jaehaerys II

Week 1: King Jaehaerys II Targaryen dismounts his dragon, intending to join the fray himself. He rallies his troops, engaging in fierce combat with the Dornish fighters. As the battle intensifies, he signals his dragon to take to the skies for a brief respite, planning for her to fly away and rest before returning.

Week 2: However, as Jaehaerys II fights on the ground, the dragon is forced back into action. She swoops down, unleashing fiery destruction upon the Dornish lines, incinerating clusters of warriors. The Dornish forces are compelled to regroup to prevent the Unsullied from advancing too deeply into their territory.

Week 3: In a desperate countermeasure, a coalition forms among the Dornish leaders. Prince Ravi Martell, First Minister Baashir Dayne, and Lord Doran Uller each oversee the deployment of giant crossbows, known as Scorpions. These massive weapons are strategically positioned to target the dragon as she reigns fire from above.

Week 4: The tension reaches its peak as the battle rages on. As Jaehaerys II’s dragon soars above, the three leaders coordinate their efforts, launching a volley of bolts into the sky. The sound of the Scorpions firing echoes across the plains of Dorne, with each bolt seeking its mark as the Dornish forces hold their breath in anticipation.

Climactic Moment: Suddenly, one of the Scorpion bolts strikes true, finding its target. The dragon emits a deafening roar before plummeting from the sky, engulfed in flames and smoke. Chaos ensues on the battlefield as soldiers scramble in shock. It remains unclear whose bolt delivered the fatal blow—whether it was Prince Ravi's forces, Baashir Dayne's, or Doran Uller's—that finally brought down the beast.

Aftermath: The death of the dragon shifts the tides of battle. Dornish fighters, now emboldened by their victory, push back against the Unsullied, reclaiming lost ground. The atmosphere is charged with a mixture of triumph and sorrow as the Dornish forces honor their fallen while preparing for the challenges that lie ahead, knowing the conflict is far from over.

[ Note: All muses in Dorne and New Valyria (Males Only for New Valyria) can take part in the fighting happening in the various locations in the Dornish marches. This is a timeline for about three months in the time after leaving the West. A post of plotting and planning from the New Valyria side ]

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

doing a teency, weency little Taryne info dump because @writingwenches wants to know about her after dropping this post

So Taryne is a HOTD era OC, but the at least a little vague connections with the Dornish Marches au post you made has me up in my feelings about her. She's the bastard daughter of Lord Wyl (Artos) from late in King Jaehaerys's reign through at least part of Viserys's. Her mom is his long time paramour (Sylvina Sand) who he had in spite of having a wife from House Dayne. Lady Wyl just kind of put up with it because 1: paramour died, 2: Taryne was too busy looking up to her brothers to want to pose a threat to them.

Fast forward to when Taryne is 14--a bunch of young knights from House Swann decide that the best way to prove they're so cool & their dicks are so big is a hit-and-run attack on House Wyl's lands that sees one of Taryne's older brothers (Sterlan) being killed & her kidnapped. It isn't too terribly long after that that she's married to Lord Swann's heir, Ser Bryce, as a war bride (it's fairly ambiguous as to if he'd gotten her pregnant prior to this).

She's 18 & a mother of 2 by the time the very first episode of HOTD starts, & I know she has at least 3 kids with her shitty husband. (Also one of her kids is Canon Death Ser Byron Swann, because I love angst & suffering). She & Alicent are each other's emotional support former teen moms who are in an eternal feedback loop of "motherhood & marriage are suffering & it's totally normal to resent your kids a little bit even though you love them. I'm so dead inside I wouldn't even feel a lobotomy." She has an affair with Ser Gwayne Hightower because I think that man should be topped.

I've written a couple of drabbles with Taryne & Gwayne, but they're not super a priority & probably won't have anything like a full fic. But it's a fun little thing to think about (because I love when you put a twink into a situation) & yeah, your Dornish Marches stuff had me thinking about her & being up in my Taryne feels & I love that you simply decided to pick House Wyl for it because it gives me more reason to squeeze my girl in my fist like a stress toy.

[ladyseastar]

are the people of the six kingdoms racist towards the dornish?

okay so let's look at things from a historical level.

before nymeria came to dorne and unified it, there used to be a system of kings in dorne. for example: the head of house fowler held the title king of stone and sky, or the head of house yronwood at some point held the title of high king of dorne.

geographically if we look at the map of westeros we'll see dorne bordering the reach and stormlands.

the dornish houses that share borders with the reach and stormlands: blackmont, dayne, manwoody, wyl.

houses of the reach that share a border with dorne: hightower, tarly, peak.

houses of the stormlands that share a border with dorne: caron, dondarrion, swann.

now historically even before nymeria's time or aegon's conquest, there's known enmity between some of these houses and the dornish. one example I can think of is king samwell dayne who sacked oldtown. this is something that stands as logical reasoning for why the hightower's of oldtown would come to resent and distrust the dayne's. since the dayne's are a part of dorne it makes them dornish so the hatred for them gets projected onto the rest of dorne. it doesn't mean that all of dorne is bad but if I myself was a simple peasant without education and heard from my grandmother that her grandmother had been killed in a sack of the dornish i'd come to fear the dornish as well. there's records of a wylla of wyl and yoren yronwood who fought durran the young as well, although I don't know what the issue was about it's another reason why both sides misliked eachother.

on to the racial identity of the dornish.

keep in mind that before nymeria's arrival in dorne, there was little difference between the dornish appearance wise compared to the rest of the kingdom's. house dayne and yronwood for example both have white features, as they are not descendants of rhoynar. so this mindset that the people of the seven kingdoms are all racist doesn't really make sense because a lot of dornish houses aren't even genetically poc. and even before the rhoynar come, there are simply territory fights that result in both sides, which consists of white people hating eachother.

i see a lot of people thinking dorne to be a land full of poc. unfortunately that's simply not the case as all of the houses have been founded by first men or andal adventurers, and from what we know they're as white as it gets really. so before nymeria's arrival and even after these houses remain white, since I highly doubt that they'd be willing to marry the poor rhoynar refugees that arrived with nymeria.

now the rhoynar that arrived in dorne were mostly women, and they weren't very large in numbers some perhaps intermingled and wed the dornish natives as such spreading the rhoynar blood. nymeria herself married mors martell and together they had four daughters. their children would be considered half-rhoynar, as such house martall is not white. now nymeria had a son as well with her second husband davos dayne, again this child is half-rhoynar as such not white. now nymeria's eldest daughter succeeded her as the ruler of the unified dorne. personally I believe that the salty dornish houses and sandy dornish houses are descended from nymeria's three younger daughters and son. because, her children are royalty as such the vessels who wish to form good relationships with the now ruling house nymeros martell will seek to marry them. but some houses like the yronwood's and other stony dornish houses I believe never truly accepted the rhoynar at least not until some decades passed.

i don't believe that the six kingdoms aside from those houses that shared borders with dorne or held some sort of previous feud ever gave the dornish or their appearance and race a second thought. the whole issue of race in my opinion all started with aegon i targaryen, and his "valyrian's are the superior race" and "targaryen's are closer to god than men"

aegon i targaryen is a colonizer really. some may say nymeria was no better I'd just like to point out that nymeria never really burned anyone or brought about the amount of destruction that aegon and his sisters did. she unified dorne the best she could whether it was because of ambition or anything else her motives aren't know to me.

now dorne was essentially the only place to not bend to aegon's will. people tend to forget that aegon was the one who invaded dorne, and the dornish were simply defending themselves from him and his invaders, but the people of the six kingdoms didn't look at it from that perspective, they simply heard of dornish like wyl of wyl, who are not good people for the deeds they've done, and come to fear and resent the dornish even more. it doesn't have to do with race. it's about what people do, and how the action of few brings about reactions of many.

i also believe the people of the six kingdoms forget that while some of the dornish have committed acts that aren't good, they never initiated a full out war like aegon i and daeron i. the dornish simply were defending themselves, but again a common born person in westeros doesn't have the time to think about issues like this as they themselves are too busy trying to not starve to death under their monarchs.

after aegon's conquest the people of the six kingdoms generally came to look at the dornish as their enemies. this mindset never faded, especially not amongst the houses of the reach and stormlands, we see it continues to the time of daeron i targaryen, and after his death in dorne, along with other events i believe the mindset of "the dornish are our enemies, they're all evil" was even empowered. no one can accept the fact that they fought someone for years and years only for these people to now be accepted and even have their targaryen prince (daeron ii targaryen) get betrothed to a dornish princess (myriah martell)

i see this as culture shock for all the great houses. because how is it that their woman didn't get a betrothed to a targaryen prince and a dornish woman did?

i'm pretty sure during her first years in court myriah martell experienced a very very large amount of discrimination and exclusion due to her being dornish.

what do bullies do when they first pick on someone?

in my experience they begin with making fun of a person's appearance. i've been told multiple times that I'm too plain faced or that some features could use enhancing etc. this I believe is what brought along the discrimination towards myriah. they couldn't outright say "myriah you're a dornish bitch and we hate you and your people's guts" but they could make backhanded comments like "myriah your hair eyes and hair are too dark" "do not take it to heart, but you're nothing like us" "the sun of dorne must surly be harsh for it has burnt you so..." "the way you speak... it is not quite understandable..."

for the nobility of the seven kingdoms nitpicking at the dornish folks appearance is simply how they could express their hatred towards their long-standing enemies.

it didn't help that at the time myriah's own father in-law was a known dornish hater and wanted to start another war with dorne, so people still haven't stopped looking at the dornish as their enemies.

we see the appearance comments again with it with how they say baelor breakspear has the same dark hair and eyes his mother dose and as such he's more dornish that targaryen.

so they look at myriah and they see a woman from an enemies nation, they look at baelor and they see the son of a woman from an enemies nation.

at the end of the day they're so used to seeing perfectly pure targaryen bred royalty that they forget that they themselves actually hold features closer to the dornish. for example house baratheon is said to also have dark hair and eyes a similar point with the dornish. the tully's have red hair, as do the members of house toland, the lannister's have golden hair, as do the members of house dayne, fowler, yronwood and vaith. it's not even about appearance or race really it's simply the mindset of "dornish equals enemies"

i don't think they even understand racism in westeros, like we see them acting hateful towards larra rogare who's not a poc in anyway, and lys isn't even in any sort of conflict with the six kingdoms. to them it's simply unacceptable that they have to now accept the dornish who they regarded as enemies for hundreds of years prancing about freely in court.

in conclusion i have to say what i see in westeros isn't racism. it's simply the logic that "why do we have to play nice with these people whom we have been at war with?" this logic is what even causes the blackfyre rebellion. the lords of the realm feel neglected or even hatred towards daeron ii targaryen for bringing in so much dornish influence at court, something they didn't see during his father's or grandfather's time. it's unacceptable to them that these people who they consider enemies should now be considered friends.

whilst i as a poc don't agree or approve of their mindset i can understand it to a degree. for example when in hotd gwayne hightower gose "never thought we'd be fighting with a dornish by our side" it doesn't mean he's racist towards criston cole, it means he's holding on the the belief of "the dornish are not to be trusted, they're our enemies" that is probably passed down by his hightower ancestors who were once sacked by the dornish. we can't just label fear and mistrust as outright racist. it's simply human ignorance or lack of understanding that brings about some of their actions.

[myriamas]

who: @baashirdayne when and where: starfall, some short weeks following the final result of the dornish-new valyrian war. baashir dayne has returned home, and starfall held a celebration in his honour. context: they fighting

the ball was in full swing—light, music, and the clinking of goblets filling the air. the kind of celebration only noble houses could throw, complete with swirling dancers and adoring faces gazing upon the returning hero. the hero, of course, was baashir, her husband. baashir, standing at the center of it all, basking in his victory, surrounded by well-wishers. his mother had orchestrated this entire event, as if it was his triumph alone, as if she had not borne the brunt of everything he had left behind.

myriam stood at the edge of the crowd, gripping her glass so tightly her knuckles turned white. she had not come here for this. not for the pomp, not for the speeches, nor the compliments. all she wanted was the quiet of her chambers, the sound of inaaya’s coos and leila’s laughter. instead, she was here, choking on the cloying sweetness of their praise. she hated these people; it was a dawning realisation as she stared upon the sprawling individuals, no doubt her expression unimpressed and sour.

these daynes and their household and their people; they were not her people. they looked down on her. "i'm not dancing."

she hadn’t wanted to feel this way. she had told herself, in the beginning, that his absence was expected, something even she expected. that the war was something he had to do. he had a name to make, a legacy to carve out in the sands of history. he has wrongs to make right, to demand for what had been done to her. but as the months wore on, and her belly grew rounder with inaaya, that conviction faded. the birth had come and gone without him by her side. she had given birth to their daughter alone, her heart heavy and her arms empty, and yet she had said nothing.

as baashir spoke, his voice loud and triumphant, myriam could feel her pulse quicken. the music, the adoring smiles, they all blurred around him. did they not see? couldn’t they hear the screams in her head, the ones she had swallowed down while giving birth, while watching inaaya grow in her arms? she had needed him. what if she had died? what would all have this been for? she would have left her daughter behind. alone in the world. all for him to play the hero.

he was not the only warrior in dorne, sword of the morning or not. ravi, the martell prince. armaan yronwood, ryon wyl, doran uller, her own brother. there were so many he could have asked to step in. and he did not.

myriam’s jaw clenched. she had thought she would be fine with it, that she would find pride in his victories, but she couldn’t ignore the bitterness that had festered in her heart. the selfishness of it. he could have come back. he should have come back. but no, he had chosen to chase that high, to make his name even greater than before. he had needed that taste of victory, that sweet, heady feeling of conquest. myriam gripped her glass tighter. she should have known, from the moment he left, that it wasn’t about duty—it was about him. his name, his glory, and the rest of them be damned. he wasn’t some noble knight. he wasn’t her husband. he was just a man, seeking more of the fame he could never get enough of.

“you couldn’t even come back when i needed you most,” she muttered under her breath, as he stood beside her. the music was overwhelming, and she remained stood beside him. “you wanted to stay out there, chasing glory. chasing the high.” her voice was thick with strain, with a slight drunken slur. “and now you come back and act like nothing changed, like you’ve done no wrong. but you did. you stayed. for nothing but your own damn name.”

[atopvisenyashill]

thinking about this aegon tries to marry badly to avoid the dance au

he marries ynys sand, base born daughter of prince olyvar nymeros martell and lady gwenys wyl. raised by her mother in wyl. ynys is a warrior, she reveres wylla of wyl, and she’s a few years older than aegon (which he feels is the perfect touch to her unsuitableness).

qoren is Not In On It but he knows about it. this is an even more detached version of the vulture king’s war and he makes it clear that if they get caught doing something shady He Will Not Help.

helaena is in on this plan the entire time, and they figure it’s likely she and aemond are going to be married to each other immediately after they pull this goofy ass stunt, but aegon figures they’re better suited, and plus he has helaena to help him manage aemond’s temper.

i was trying to think of how he’d realistically get away from home long enough to get hitched, and i know he has a dragon, but that’s not exactly subtle is it, so i would think he needs a Kingsguard on his side so he can be like “oh yeah i’m going flying, he’s gonna meet me at this castle” and then just lie about what castle they’re heading to. this is how arryk cargyll becomes aegon’s personal guard & develops several ulcers.

viserys is initially PISSED because he’s having flashbacks to daemon running off with mysaria, rhaenyra is PERPLEXED by this move, otto insists helaena and aemond are married to each other immediately to curb any ~rebelliousness~ and no one can get Aegon out of the marriage because ynys has a letter signed by all the dornish marcher lords and qoren that they witnessed the bedding and arryk says they shared a bed on the road too. viserys is two seconds away from pulling another "i'm going to put a heavily pregnant woman on a ship to see if she miscarries and then start getting banishment happy" but Rhaenyra and Daemon convince him this is a good thing because it'll distract from The Rhaenyra Had Brown Haired Babies Of It All

aegon's first child by ynys HAS to be valyrian looking just to keep everyone on their toes. to make sure he's being INCREDIBLY unfit for the throne, aegon tells ynys she can name the kids whatever she wants - the less valyrian sounding the name, the better. so their first child has their father's silver hair and purple eyes, but their mother's slightly darker skin tone, and is named nymeria/nymeros targaryen.

POINT ONE: “acceptable bastards” have noble blood on both sides and i don’t think aegon could marry lower than that without otto being able to press her into the faith or just like, off her if it comes to it, before anyone can hear about the marriage. and anyone lower than that might not have the resources to defend themselves from behavior like that, and she would need to.

i remembered wylla of wyl being a warrior maid, and i thought it would be nice if she revered wylla, so one of her parents could from wyl, which works with the dornish marches background perfectly. i went through a couple scenarios and looked at some other noble born bastards that rise high and most of them had at least one parent from a great house, so that means one parent is a martell. i thought it would be simplest if she just grew up in wyl.

POINT TWO: that also puts some distance between her and qoren, and since qoren explicitly doesn’t want to get involved with dragon nonsense, i think there needs to be some distance between them for him to go “fine go marry a targaryen but keep whatever this is confined and lowkey because i will not back you up in public.”

also, since i put all that work into my dornish timeline, i just worked something out from there! qoren is around rhaenyra’s age, so not old enough to have a bastard old enough for aegon to marry. that means ynys sand has to be his half sister. i decided gwenys was a widow who never had any kids, had a hot and heavy affair with the married olyvar nymeros martell, and they decided she should just keep the baby at wyl. (she got remarried when ynys was around 4 and had a true born girl a year after, and they’re close they’re just like, Different. ynys got all of gwenys’ go get ‘em attitude).

POINT THREE: helaena being a dreamer is too precious to me, i think it’s great and hilarious if viserys was a dreamer and then had not one but TWO kids who were also dreamers but never noticed because he ignored them so much. i desire that shitty dad carnally. anyways. i think it’s logical to assume that if aegon pulls a stunt like this, everyone is going to start insisting helaena and aemond are married right now so that a) neither of them can also do some crazy shit like this and b) they can start having proper valyrian babies to counteract Aegon trying to plug up the family tree. I’m not saying anyone is factoring Aegon out of the family tree but I do think some people are going to go “well let’s get some back ups in motion in case Aegon decides to get crazy again.” I think Helaena would be fine with this idea; she has grown up probably assuming she was going to marry a brother anyway and they’re only a year apart.

(i came up with an excuse to age them up closer to show ages that i thought could be semi plausible which is just aegon trying to put off getting married by asking if they can wait until helaena comes of age, and since helaena thinks this is fine, and aegon pulls the “well rhaenyra got to wait” card, viserys just shrugs and agrees while alicent is sitting there like “is something happening right now. are my children conspiring.” so in my mind by the time they enact this plan, aegon is around 19, helaena is around 16, and aemond is about 15. also ynys would be like 26. hot, i love a woman getting married over the age of 13.

this could work without the pause though - i can just shrink the gap by making ynes 18 or 19. helaena is the age she was when she married aegon in canon (13), and aemond is 12, which means they’d likely wait a year before marrying him to helaena at least. um. it’s not fun but it has been done in this series before, with aemond’s daddy to boot).

POINT FOUR: firstly, every fanfic i’ve read where aegon has some sort of dragon dream has him sour on criston. idk if this is bc the writer dislikes him or because it makes sense aegon would distrust him (as in, sees him as power grabbing on the level of otto and daemon) BUT i do think if he’s keeping this from his mother he’s not gonna tell criston. i thought arryk was a good choice because i imagine aegon (esp show aegon) would appreciate someone so loyal they would be willing to go out in a double murder with their twin brother, over the other two green kingsguard who are Fine but probably watching maelor get ripped to death in a dragon dream turned aegon off a bit.

POINT FIVE: Listen, Viserys hates an argument so if people are being calm and going "look at me, i'm not arguing i'm perfectly rational" he's more likely to listen. see: eventually sending money to daemon in the stepstones. he also does Not care about what aegon does that much, so long as he's a proper dragon rider and Stays Out Of The Way. so if aegon is otherwise behaving, and helaena's feelings aren't hurt, and aemond is happy to marry helaena, and rhaenyra and daemon are both like "this is fine actually" and otto gives up and decides to focus on getting aemond married to helaena while he figures out how to deal with this, viserys will probably chill out and go "well they were married in sight of gods and men, nothing to do about it"

POINT SIX: Saera just saying Maegor's name was enough to make Jaehaerys throw a fit, and Aerion invoking it is part of why they pass his son up in favor of Egg, so I can see Aegon trying to go for some wild names. I also think he'd get Helaena into this, ask her to convince Aemond to name their first born Saera, Viserra, or Maegor. I don't know if Aemond would go for that? He's certainly insane enough but he's a momma's boy and Alicent might talk him out of it.