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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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Imagine:

Being the Frey girl betrothed to Robb Stark

Request: Yes or No

Did not intend for this to be long

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It was supposed to be the perfect day. Many little ladies dreamt of their weddings, dreamily wondering about their future husbands and the family they'd create together. Your dreams of the perfect wedding had been brief, crushed quickly under the boot of your father, Walder Frey, and you were forced to accept that you'd be marrying out of duty rather than true love.

There'd been some hope and a spark of relief when your sisters had rushed to your bedchambers, giddy and eager to speak of your betrothed: Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell. He had visited briefly and been allowed his pick of the litter, but when he provided no response, your father chose for him. You knew of the Starks of Winterfell. They were an honorable family and close as could be. And from the accounts of your sisters, Robb was a handsome man. Young, handsome, eyes blue as sapphires, pretty brown hair, and incredibly polite. You hadn't seen him as you'd been occupied the day of his visit, but everything your sisters told you filled you with glee. An honorable, kind husband who you'd surely fall in love with.

Or so you thought.

You'd been there when one of Walder's men had requested his time and spoke of Robb. The words that followed had sent you reeling, stomach twisting and heart shattering. Robb had a lover. A healer from Volantis named Talisa Maegyr. Your father's rage had been brief, calming when the man assured him Robb still planned on wedding you. He hadn't broken his promise to House Frey, and that had been enough for your father. You shouldn't have been surprised. Walder himself had fostered many bastards throughout his countless marriages.

"A man has needs." He'd said, curling his bony fingers around his ale and bringing it to his mouth. He cared little for the tears forming in your eyes. "I cannot fault him for that."

You spent the rest of the day weeping in your room with your sisters around you, murmuring comforts and trying to brighten your day.

"You'll be Lady Stark and Queen of the North soon, dear sister." One had attempted, a brush delicately going through your hair. "His mistress will be just that. A mistress."

But it hadn't been that. No, you wept because a mistress before the wedding had even been planned meant a loveless marriage where you'd have to battle for your husband's attention, battle to ensure you had his child first. You'd seen firsthand how much a loveless marriage affected a bride. Your father had many wives after the death of your own mother, each of them young and full of light that dimmed with each passing day until they were a hollow and empty shell. You wept for what could've been a happy future far from the grim place you called home.

But the sadness turned to bitterness and anger over night. The Stark's prided themselves on being loyal and honorable, sticking to their oaths and promises even if it meant putting their own happiness aside. Why couldn't Robb done that for you? Why had he taken a lover so quickly after the announcement of your incoming wedding? He hadn't cared about how shameful it would be for you. How humiliating. You'd be known as Lady (Y/N) of Winterfell, the woman who'd been cast aside before ever meeting her husband.

The wedding date had arrived sooner than later, something you loathed. You stared at the reflection in the mirror as both maids and kin tended to you. They brushed your hair, powdered your face, and tightened the wedding dress to your body while fawning over how beautiful of a wedding it'd be. They praised you at the end, gushing over how pretty of a bride you'd be. They hadn't thought to realize that Robb would be envisioning his little healer in your place when you walked down the isle.

You ensured to keep a stoic expression throughout the ceremony, not even mustering a smile for your husband when he lifted the veil and took in your appearance. His eyes, as pretty as described, had widened considerably and flickered over to the pews where his family sat. The ends of his mouth had quirked up into a smile and he muttered a soft 'my lady' before turning to the Septon. You would've scoffed if it weren't for the stare Walder gave you.

The ceremony went by in a breeze and you kept your stoic, cool composure, even when your father had lowly whispered for you to smile after being seated. He no longer had control over you. You relished in the thought. The only good thing that had allowed for you to have an appetite as Starks, Freys, and other allies celebrated. You spent most of the celebration searching for her until you noticed Catelyn Stark speaking with a young woman who stared at Robb hopelessly. Talisa, you presumed from the frankly exasperated look on Catelyn's face. She was pretty, you'd give him that.

"Are you feeling well?" Robb asked quietly and reached for your hand, delicately placing his over it and staring at you with knitted brows. You pulled your hand away swiftly and set it on your lap, eyes moving onto your beloved sisters to keep your emotions in check.

"No." You answered after a brief pause. Robb was handsome, incredibly so, but his presence alone irritated you. You had to act quick before the bedding ceremony took place, a tradition your father insisted on keeping alive. "I feel unwell, Lord Stark. I'm afraid I'll be retreating early."

"Shall I go with-"

Rising from your seat, you shook your head, still refusing to meet his eyes. "No, My Lord. That will not be necessary." You carefully lifted your dress and breezed past your father, ignoring the glare he speared into your back as you glided down the steps and toward the exit.

Slipping out into the familiar halls, you exhaled deeply and released your gown. It dragged along the stone floor, dark gray clashing with white. You itched to get out of it as soon as possible. The thought of burning it crossed your mind but it felt too childish, too improper of a lady.

"My Queen." A voice echoed down the hall and you halted. Queen of the North and Lady Stark of Winterfell. Right. Your new titles. No longer one of Walder's many overlooked daughters. You looked over your shoulder, spotting her auburn hair first, a signature trait of the Tully family. Catelyn Stark.

"My Lady." You greeted her, turning to face the older woman. She smiled sweetly, gazing at you with the warmth of a mother. Catelyn grew closer and took your hands into hers, smile turning into a shamed smile.

"I am deeply sorry for what my son has done." Her voice sounded sincere, full of guilt and shame. She shook her head. "I taught him better than that. He knows better than that. But rest assured, that woman will not cause problems for you."

You'd nearly forgotten. Eddard Stark had returned home from the war with a bastard son called Jon Snow and raised him as a trueborn alongside the rest of his children. You remembered the murmured rumors of how Catelyn detested him and had fostered a particular dislike for bastards. Perhaps that dislike extended to mistresses.

"She may share his bed, that is true. But he is my husband now, and as his wife, I have duties that I will not forget. I can assure you, Lady Stark, I will give your son an heir and do what needs to be done for House Stark to prosper, just as you have done these many years." Her eyes softened considerably, fingers lightly squeezing the palms of your hands.

"Oh, sweet child." Catelyn cooed gently and brought a hand to your cheek. You yearned for your mother's embrace, her soothing words. You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling. "You shall make a wonderful queen and a wonderful wife. I... I will ensure Robb does his duties as husband. You need not stress over Talisa."

"I appreciate it, Lady Stark. I'm afraid I'll be heading to my- our bedchambers for the rest of the night. Please assure everyone that I am well." You pulled your hands from hers and lowered your head in respect to the monarch before turning and resuming your walk down the hall.

Another deep breath and you reached the one of the many guest bedchambers. Most of your belongings had been packed up for you, likely already sitting in Robb's tent out on the field. You dismissed the servants that offered to help you ready for bed, only agreeing to have a warm bath drawn so you could relax after the day's events.

Slipping out of your wedding dress, you watched it slump on the cool floor and stepped out of your shoes. You released your hair and ran your fingers through it as you dipped one leg into the bath and then the other. The water dug into your skin, easing away at the tension in your muscles. A soft sigh of relief escaped past your lips, shoulders dipping below the surface. You leaned your head back against the wall of the tub, eyes fluttering shut and mind forgetting about the day.

You would've stayed in the tub for the rest of the night, even slept in it, if it hadn't been for the sound of the door creaking open. Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head, gazing down at the water as heavy boots stepped across the room. Robb passed by the tub, shedding his coat and draping it over a chair. You brought your knees up to your chest when he turned.

"I thought you would've been asleep by now." He spoke softly, undoing the buttons of his vest. "Are you feeling better?"

The consummation. You nearly grimaced. "No."

"Should I call for a maester?"

"It's likely nerves, My Lord."

"We're husband and wife now. You may call me Robb." He gave a boyish smile and you turned to look at the towel perfectly folded on the stool beside you. You reached for it and let it unravel outside of the tub, eyes jumping back to the Stark. Robb's fingers had paused on the last button, attention trained fully on you but when he noticed the icy look, he turned his back. You stood, the water sloshing around as you dried yourself and retrieved a nightgown.

"I would like to sleep in my old room tonight. It's likely the last time I'll see it."

"I'd like to believe that, (Y/N). But I am no fool. I am your husband, you may speak openly with me." Your jaw clenched at his words. He claimed to be no fool yet remained oblivious to your anger. "And I hope you'll grow comfortable enough to sleep at my side."

Picking up a candle, you lifted it to the lantern keeping the room lit and pulled away once the fire flickered onto the end of the wax. "I believe your lover would prefer otherwise, My Lord. I bid you goodnight."

He blinked. "(Y/N)-"

"I bid you goodnight."

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 2 months ago

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rosieethor · 10 months ago

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Aromantic Books Let's Go!

Dread Nation by Justina Ireland

The Reckless Kind by Carly Heath

Black Wings Beating by Alex London

This Dark Descent by Kalyn Josephson

The Siren, the Song, and the Spy by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Fire Becomes Her by Rosiee Thor

Not Even Bones by Rebecca Schaeffer

This Golden Flame by Emily Victoria

Immoral Code by Lillian Clark

Tarnished are the Stars by Rosiee Thor

The Last 8 by Laura Pohl

Hullmetal Girls by Emily Skrutskie

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman

Loveless by Alice Oseman

Take Me To Your Nerdy Leader by Hailey Gonzales

Being Ace edited by Madeline Dyer

Queerly Loving edited by G Benson and Astrid Ohletz

Common Bonds edited by Claudie Arseneault, C T Callahan, and RoAnna Sylver

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria

Godly Heathens by H. E. Edgmon

The Grimrose Girls by Laura Pohl

The Butterfly Assassin by Finn Longman

At the End of Everything by Marieke Nijkamp

Switchback by Danika Stone

Tell Me How It Ends by Quinton Li

Awakenings by Claudie Arsenault

Stake Sauce by RoAnna Sylver

The Ice Princess's Fair Illusion by Dove Cooper

The Threads That Bind by Cedar McCloud

Not Your backup by C. B. lee

Fallen Thorns by Harvey Oliver Baxter

Natural Outlaws and Fractured Sovereignty by S. M. Pearce

Wander the Night by Sydney Cobb

Stones Stay Silent by Danny Ride

The Story of the Hundred Promises by Neil Cochrane

Two Dark Moons by Avi Silver

The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia

An Accident of Stars by Foz Meadows

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace

Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace

Kaikeyi by Vaishnavi Patel

Syncopation by Anna Zabo

Dear Wendy by Ann Zhao

The Loudest Silence by Sydney Langford

Lord of the Empty Isles by Jules Arbeaux

Our Deadly Designs by Kalyn Josephson

The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray by Christine Calella

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lavenderlight · 24 days ago

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"In fair Summerset we set our scene, In Alinor, built from glass, or insect wing, A single hulkynd on her own, One day, she dreams, of the throne…"

Alright, here we go.

Introducing Sirieth Morag, a hulkynd (Altmer who was disowned as a child for being 'imperfect'... yeah... in Medieval TS2 terms, this means Orphan+Outcast).

"Morag" means "woodsman/forester", and since Sirieth doesn't have/know her family name, she took that one for herself now that she is an adult. Sirieth dreams of properly joining Altmeri Society, ashamed of her past as a burdensome child at a monastery for Stendarr and desiring a place in the world and identity as well as to perhaps meet her One And Only, as a Hopeless Romantic...

Having been forced to live off the land to survive, Sirieth was shown mercy when the lord of the rural outskirts of Alinor put her on the books as a hunter for the lesser townsfolk. It is her hope that by being dutiful, pious, and striving for Alaxon, she can get somewhere...

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Now for the gameplay talk! I've always wanted to try the Warwickshire Renaissance Challenge - like do the full thing, and have a hood following it. Problem is, every time, I got way too overwhelmed. Still, the idea of playing the overachiever perfectionist iron-laced society of the Summerset Isles with this ruleset was too tempting, hehe.

One thing I'm trying is that instead of working "top down" like the WRC guide asks you to do, I'm playing with a more MCC style "bottom up". In other words, while I do have my main hood with the Alinor Royal Palace, I made the royal family and called it there. Sirieth isn't going to be interacting with nobility anyway, so I don't see a point in burning myself out building. Right now I have a sort of "fog of war" thing going on where I have empty lots named with whatever it'll be, but no sims or builds until Sirieth gets there (if ever)

Anyway, Sirieth is a serf since looking at the rules, all a born-outcast that has become an adult has to do is... commit to being one lol. Sirieth's first goal will be to rise to Peasant. Can she do it? Let's see!

Also, I will of course, be tweaking rules as I go to fit Altmer history rather than European human. As an example, no gender roles are in place. Rather, the eldest child. Skills, social relationships, and family history will be of great value. AL witches will be a big player in Clerical Favour stuff since Altmer religion has a huge huge huge focus on, and appreciation for magic.

Of which, Sirieth doesn't have a single lick of knowledge on. Yet.

#tes #playing: ts2 medieval #hood: summerset #challenge: wrc

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celtigxr · 3 months ago

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The Pink Dread (Master List) - - - - - ch. x: What a Pity

Chapter Summary: Helaena tells Valeana something she doesn't want to hear. And Floris tells Aemond something that he does.

Word count: 3979

Sneak Peak: “I once saw him watch her from the courtyard as she was walking past the second floor balconies. He couldn’t take his eyes off her!”

Warnings: I'm sorry, y'all are gonna still hate Aemond a little bit longer 😬 don't shoot me. *Fatphobia (forgot to put this in earlier)

T H E R E D S

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Valeana couldn’t remember all the details of the events of the previous night. She knew what had occurred, but her sense of time was off. She didn’t remember how she got to Aegon’s chambers; her first memory was his hands grounding her and his voice pulling her back from the fog. Of all people, Aegon Targaryen was the last person she would have believed to have done that for her.

Helaena was pulled from her bed, and with a surprising amount of clarity and consciousness, took the reins from her brother. Helaena was gentle as she took Valeana to her bed, tucked her in, and even got her lavender tea. The rest of the night, the princess spent combing through her hair until they both fell asleep.

It would have probably saved Val a headache had she insisted on being brought back to her bedchambers, but ultimately it was probably the best she remained with Helaena. It was the most peaceful, dreamless sleep she had in a while. Instead of waking up to Shyla’s repetitive singing, or Floris’ shrill yelling for her to get out of bed, it was Helaena’s gentle hums as she plaited her hair, the distant chirps of birds outside and crickets in miniature cages.

Her empty bed sent a wave of panic for her family, which quickly was nipped in the bud when she arrived before their first meal with the princess. Helaena helped her explain what happened, gently, and with very few details and small truths. Valeana confessed she had fallen and it had triggered something in her mind, but she didn’t evoke Aemond’s name, nor had she told them it was Aegon who had found her. Helaena told them that she did, and then brought her back to her quarters, because it was closer.

“I understand her mind,” the princess told Lord Bartimos. “It is similar to my own. I knew how to take care of her.”

Bartimos and Ursula thanked her from the bottom of their hearts, and Helaena simply nodded and told them it was her pleasure. She didn’t leave as Valeana’s family fretted over her; she sat patiently, head tilted with a gentle smile upon her soft face.

Valeana’s father fretted over her leg, making sure she wasn’t wounded, then started to make arrangements for a raven to be sent back to Claw Isle to commission a new prosthetic to be promptly made. One made of sturdier wood, with stronger joints and sculpted more elegantly. Clement simply took his sister’s shoulders in his hands and leveled his eyes with hers, asking in earnest if she was truly well. She nodded stiffly, and while he did not truly believe it, he accepted her answer. Shyla’s face was white with concern, and she paced around the room berating herself for not realizing her sister was gone sooner.

“I should have known! No snoring! Oh, how sound a sleep I was…”

Ursula caged her in her arms, hand running through the crown of Valeana’s head as she pressed her cheek to her breast. Her eyes were dewy with worry and the knowledge that she was not there for her. While not her birth mother, Ursula had assumed the duty of being Valeana and Clement’s mother like she was born to do it. It had pained her almost as much as Bartimos when she learned what happened to her through a raven, and it was torturous watching Valeana allow herself to waste away in her room for all those years.

Then there was Arthor, who lingered in the archway that separated his shared bed chambers with his brother. He remained silent, like an observing crow on a lamppost. Floris was just as quiet, but she was a simmering pot of water in the corner. Her frown aged her, putting lines at the corner of her lips and around her eyes and between her furrowed brow. Her unblinking leer was glued onto her step sister and her mother.

Her mother.

And Heleana watched her. She watched how her lips disappeared under her teeth, and her fingers stiffly curled into her gown, reminding Helaena of the twitching legs of black widow spiders.

When Bartimos insisted on having Valeana shadow him that day, to keep an eye on her, Helaena sat straight and asked if she could accompany her instead. Bartimos couldn’t deny the princess of the realm, and Val mouthed words of gratitude towards her.

The two girls ended up between the protective roots of the Heart Tree in the Godswood. Helaena sat cross legged as she examined a fat green caterpillar that was devouring the tomato in her hand. Valeana was on the other side of a large root, laying flat on her black, her legs crossed at the ankles and her arms behind her head as she stared up at the crooked and bent branches of the the weirwood tree, and how the sun shone through the leaves, creating splotches of red shadows that coloured everything beneath it.

“This is the one thing I truly missed about King’s Landing,” Valeana spoke, breaking the prolonged comfortable silence they had built. “We don’t have a godswood at Claw Isle, and no weirwoods.”

Helaena hummed, eyes still glued onto the little creature in her hand, “It misses you too, the tree.”

Val craned her neck to look at the princess, allowing a brief pause before she asked: “How do you know?”

“I just do,” the answer came immediately, almost like she had answered that question millions of times before. “I don’t know how I know… I just know things. They come to me in odd ways. Like last night, I dreamt I was running down the corridor outside our apartments, crying in pain. Then I woke up, and Aegon was there telling me that it was you who was running in the corridors in pain.” Helaena pulled her attention away from the caterpillar and regarded Valeana with a neutral stare. “I am sorry for what happened, Valeana. But you must know it was a mistake.”

Val remained on the ground, staring at the princess with a furrow in her brow. She understood why others thought Helaena was mad; she said many things that made little sense. But she was kind-hearted, soft, and Val severely doubted that she would make up stories in order to make herself look mysterious and wise. Even without evidence, Valeana believed her. And without context, Valeana understood who she was referring to.

But accepting her words was still difficult to swallow.

“He hates me,” Val stated in a small voice.

“He wants your forgiveness.”

Valeana sat up straight, hands migrating to grip the roots that embrace her body, “He attempted once at the request of the King, and since then he has been nothing but vile to me, and at best he has avoided me, Helaena. If this is his way of vying for my forgiveness, he has a queer way of doing things.”

Helaena doesn’t answer right away, instead she directs her attention back to the tomato in her hand, now a quarter of the way eaten by the finger-sized caterpillar.

“I know my brothers quite well. Better than they know themselves,” She brought the fruit up to her eye level as she examined the insect’s mouth. “Aemond will never listen to his heart, no matter how much it screams at him. He will shut down before he allows it to win over his mind, because he sees it as a weakness. I had to witness him abandon his heart after what he had done to you back then. The same thing happened again last night.”

Valeana just stared at her, a lump in her throat and tears glossing her eyes. Her initial fall and her friendship with Aemond was a topic she wished never to think about. For years, it plagued both her mind and heart, sending her into a spiral of darkness that she did not believe she would be able to free herself from. When she got better – when she started to walk – she found that hobbies and work were the best distractions. Keeping her mind busy with other pursuits left no room for Aemond. Eventually she’ll hear his name from a neighbouring conversation and realize she hadn’t thought about it in moons.

Though all that effort came crumbling down the moment the King’s invitation arrived, and now Valeana had to come to the painful realization that the wound had never actually healed. The betrayal was still fresh, the heartache still there like a crater formed from a violent earthquake. She had tried to mask it through veiled indifference and avoidance, but there he was, reminding her of how much he dislikes her at every turn. Continuously validating her every insecurity, and forcing her to armour herself in hatred for him.

But the truth… the agonizing truth of it was…

Valeana could never hate him. Not her Aemond; not the boy who had held her hand while they scaled down steep hills, or bandaged her bleeding fingers from needle pricks, or surprised her with gifts and treats in complete spontaneity. No, she loved that Aemond. She mourned for that Aemond.

As if she could read Val’s thoughts, Helaena broke the silence, “You miss him, I can see it. Your Aemond is still here… He’s the same boy you loved, Valeana. Just older, more scarred, and hidden away.”

Valeana shook her head and quickly wiped a stray tear that escaped and rolled down to her chin, “He’s not the same, Helaena. We’re not the same. I–I do…I do miss him. I miss our friendship, but–” She swallowed the lump in her throat and shook her head again before directing her eyes onto her laced fingers. Val pulled her knees up to rest her chin on them, “He’s too far away, I do not think I could reach him. Mistake or no, his actions last night was a clear enough display of how much he desires to push me away from him… Like a bad memory.”

“Valeana…” Helaena’s tone of voice sounded almost reprimanding, even in its softness. “You’ve pushed him away the moment he spoke to you.”

“You do not need to make this more difficult than it needs to be.”

Val squeezed her eyes shut at the sour memory of their first meal reunited. It felt like so long ago. Now she felt embarrassed by herself and how sour and vindictive she was from day one. It was a bitter tonic to swallow, to realize that had she been civil on that first day, all of this would not have happened. Had she taken Aemond’s olive branch —had she been the better person, instead of consumed by resentment— they might have at least found some sort of cordial co-existence, and perhaps one day they could renew their friendship. While her childhood heartbreak was difficult to forget, she always knew in the deepest pit of her chest that she still longed for him. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hand in hers again.

Valeana took in a shockingly sharp inhale, “Fuck.”

She hated having to admit that she was wrong. She hated even more having to admit to herself that she still loved Aemond Targaryen.

Helaena’s hand found her shoulder, “You know what you have to do.”

She does… But somehow she doubts that it will fix anything. How could she ever get him to open up to her, when his pride and resolve was made out of Valyrian steel?

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Floris Grafton was a woman with simple tastes. She was content with floating around the Holdfast or the gardens, conversing with other ladies of the court. Floris loved gossip, or rather craved it more like. She missed King’s Landing purely for the gossip she would overhear the court ladies say when she was a child. Claw Isle was dull when it came to juicy morsels for her to sink her teeth into. In the past there weren’t many young ladies at the Keep outside her own sisters, so Floris sought out the company of the adult women of the court during her childhood. Sure, she spent many an afternoon chasing after the four princes, but during the moments when they were at the Dragon Pit or training or doing what boys do, Floris much preferred sitting with the adults.

Her presence was often a nuisance to them, since they couldn’t speak on topics not appropriate for youthful ears, but Floris would refuse to leave. With her own mother at Claw Isle for moons at a time, she desperately sought the companionship of the other mothers of court, especially the Queen. When it came to the crown princess, Rhaenyra, she did not have as much of a close relationship as she would have liked. The heir seemed far more aware of her uninvited presence and wanted her away from adult conversations.

But then Rhaenyra preferred Valeana’s company. Floris bristled at the memory. The Princess always loved her sister’s chubby cheeks and loved to plait her thick ivory hair. Everyone loved Valeana more than her… even her own mother.

Floris’ face twisted hideously at this thought. She was lucky that the Royal Sept was near empty when she entered it, because Floris was not hiding her expressions in the slightest.

She knelt down in front of an altar filled with melted candles, the image of the Maiden hovering above her. Instead of prayers, she muttered curses and heated insults. She took a match, lit it with the nearest candle and lit another with it, in her own name.

When Floris left, she did not feel any sense of relief. Her prayers to the Maiden were riddled with sour thoughts and imaginings of Valeana’s hair cut all off, or her peachy stomach bursting out from a tight corset. Generally, these intrusive thoughts were infrequent, but it had picked up a considerable amount when they returned to King’s Landing. Praying to the Maiden and the Mother was her only moment to keep her peace of mind; she would pray for her success in finding a marriage, for love and beauty and all things an unmarried lady longs for. Though that day was different… Her spoiled, attention-seeking step sister just had to occupy more space in her mind.

Floris gripped her burgundy gown in a vice as she descended down the Serpentine Steps that lead to the lower courtyard. Her head was bowed, watching her feet and trying to keep her step sure footed whilst having fake conversations in her mind. That was her unspoken hobby; she always thought of conversations that never existed, or possibly could exist, where everything she said was witty and unchallenged. Many of them focused on her taking Valeana off her high horse, or putting her parents in their place, or being the center of a party where everyone was hanging off her word as if she spoke the gospel of the Gods.

She very nearly lost herself in her little day dream, but with the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs her attention was pulled back to reality. Pausing at the half landing, Floris took the moment to curtsey when Prince Aemond crossed her path.

“My Prince,” she spoke demurely, but her forehead was still stitched with the annoyances of that morn. She seldom crossed paths with Aemond, so she wasted no time in pulling him in small talk. “How is your day fairing?”

He gives her a curt nod, barely sparing her a look, “Lady Floris. It is fairing as much as any day.”

Her head tilted at the tone he used. She knew Aemond to be a stoic and serious prince, but his voice was always levelled and composed. Now she could hear a hint of frustration in the graininess coming from the back of his throat, much like a growl.

Floris may be a woman of simple tastes, but she was not simple minded. She was quite intelligent, quite cunning, a skill she seemed to always have but didn’t realize and appreciate until she was a woman grown. She knew she was not a beauty, but her mind more than made up for it.

“Oh dear,” she said carefully, eyes examining the stiff muscles of his face. “I hope it is not bold of me to ask, my Prince, but does something weigh on your mind?”

She was treading murky waters, she knew, but the gears behind her eyes were working diligently, meticulously, as she watched Aemond closely. Aemond, the one who maimed her step sister; Aemond, who extended the first branch of peace on their first day, who was promptly rejected foolishly by the same step sister. The greatest point of tension in the Red Keep was the broken and strained relationship between Valeana Celtigar and Prince Aemond. While not much had not happened in the last sinnight, the whispers were hard to ignore.

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive him? Poor dear, I just see him every day drowning in distractions ever since they got here.” “I once saw him watch her from the courtyard as she was walking past the second floor balconies. He couldn’t take his eyes off her!” “Neither can Prince Aegon!” “Oh, oh, don’t get me started on that!” “I heard from Lady Perra, who heard from her maid, that she spotted Prince Aegon pull Valeana into a closet with him!” “No! The Scandal! Surely that can’t be true!” “That must be what that whole show was about in the training yard. My boy was training there that day, and saw the whole thing! They were at each other’s throats. Men only fight that way over the hand of a woman.” “Oh, to be desired by not one, but two Targaryen Princes! What a lucky young lady.”

Oh, what a lucky young lady indeed. Valeana doesn’t even wish to be married, let alone married to a bloody Targaryen prince. And why in all the Realm would they both hold interest in her? Her step sister might have lost 5 stone, but she was still fat. She did well covering it up with all those skirt layers and stiff bodices, but Floris knew what she looked like underneath it all. She was one of the few who did. Large thighs and a pouch stomach that reminded her of an apron, and her heavy breasts and soft biceps were striped with stretch marks. No, her step sister did not have the body of the Maiden. What a disappointment her future betrothed will have once he lies with her.

All this attention for her fat step sister disgusted her. Valeana did not deserve it, and she especially did not deserve two fucking princes fighting over her!

“What weighs on my mind is not of your concern, Floris,” he still didn’t look at her directly, which irked her. The tick in his jaw and the shuffle of his feet betrayed his need to remove himself from her presence.

She decided to ignore his statement. Her large doe eyes narrowed a bit as she chose her next words carefully.

“If it is about Valeana, Prince Aemond, it should please you to know you do not need to worry about her health.” What she said had the desired effect. He looked down at her and a shadow went over his eye, casted by his strong nose. Floris kept her eye contact, “She is well.”

The way his nostrils flared told her she plucked the correct chord.

“And why would I worry about her health?”

“Apologies. I thought you were aware… Princess Helaena returned her to our apartments earlier this morn, claiming she had a fit and allowed her to stay in her quarters.”

His eyes narrowed at her, and his chin slowly tilted, “You speak as if you do not believe it.”

“Because I don’t.”

Aemond turned to face Floris fully now, “Why wouldn’t you believe it?”

Floris shrugged a single slender shoulder, “I know my sister. She hungers for attention… I do not believe she had any sort of fit in the halls,” she rolled her eyes at the idea. “I’m sure she acted out one, for whatever damned reason.”

His eye narrowed a bit, and she wondered if he was dissecting this interaction as much as she was. It gave her a little thrill at the prospect that he was – she had yet to meet anyone to match her intellect.

“Valeana does not like attention. She abhors being the center of it.”

Floris raised an eyebrow at him, “You speak as if you are still chums. I’ll have you know, my Prince, she is not the same girl you once knew. When we returned to Claw Isle all those years ago, everyone was at her beck and call. She got carted around on a liter like some spoiled fat Dornish princess. I guess she got addicted to the attention so much it changed her character. She got lazy, forced people to do things for her, and when no one was regarding her for a second, she would pull something childish ploy to ensure everyone was fretting over her. It never changed after all this time – she still pulls stunts like this to get pity.”

Aemond leaned back against the balustrade, crossing his ankles and arms. “And why are you sharing this with me?”

He was assessing her, she knew, trying to piece together her motives. Though she had little doubt that her motives to besmirch her step sister would be any different to his own with Aegon. They were the same in that way. Perhaps that is why she found herself approaching him, a step too close to be proper.

“Valeana will try to guilt trip you and never offer you the absolution that you need to appease your father’s wishes. It’s her little revenge, I suppose, whilst receiving what she desperately craves from everyone else: pity. Quite childish, if you ask me.” Floris extends her neck, nose pointed in the air as she continues with an overtly formal curtsey. “But as your humble servant, my Prince, I feel it is my duty to warn you about her intentions. And as an old friend, I do not wish to see you painted as a villain or a fool.”

Aemond pursed his lips and lifted his chin as he gave a soft, “Hm”. His eye was assessing her still, and Floris did her best to keep eye contact, lest she betray her fibs from lack of confidence in them. In her world they were true of course, but she knew in the deepest pit in her chest that she exaggerated and stretched the truth. Oh, her step sister loved getting coddled, but other than being resolute in her bitter resentment, Valeana wasn’t smart enough to concoct an intricate plan of revenge that involved emotional manipulation. That was all Floris’ genius.

His head tilted the other way, making it obvious that something clicked in his mind. He gave a little nod and stepped off the balustrade, letting his arms fall to his side, “Thank you for sharing this information with me, Lady Floris. It has been… illuminating. And I am grateful.”

Floris smiled, the ends of her lips twitching, threatening to pull them into an impish grin as she watched her seeds start to take root.

“It is my pleasure, Prince Aemond.”

He regarded her for a moment, and she felt a heat bloom from her bosom up to her neck and then ears.

“If it does not impede on your time, Floris, would you care to join me on a walk around the courtyard? I wish to pick your brain.”

Oh, that just went straight to her cunt.

Not able to control her grin any longer, she nodded eagerly, “Pick away, my Prince.”

Notes: Please, just let me cook. It's a long story, we aight even halfway done, my loves.

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lgbtqreads · 1 month ago

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Hi! Do you know of any books with lavender marriages or LGBT people in platonic marriages/relationships? I've been struggling to find anything, thanks!

So I am not super helpful with contemporary lavender marriages, but in historical, check out A Bluestocking’s Guide to Decadence by Jess Everlee, and coming up, The Unbecoming of Margaret Wolf by Isa Arsen (1/7/25) and Mutual Interest by Olivia Wolfgang-Smith (2/4/25).

For books with queerplatonic partnerships, here’s the list I have on the site right now, but a caveat that they’re not always the endgame relationship, like IIRC in the Kann YA, the MC (who’s ace) leaves a QPR for a romantic relationship. I might be wrong - it’s been a while - but that’s my recollection.

Lord of the Empty Isles by Jules Arbeaux

Baker Thief by Claudie Arseneault

Journey Home by May Barros

Seafoam and Silence by S.L. Dove Cooper

The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon (YA)

Go Truck Yourself by J.R. Hart

The Reckless Kind by Carly Heath (YA)

If it Makes You Happy by Claire Kann (YA)

Fire Becomes Her by Rosiee Thor (YA)

The Heretic’s Guide to Homecoming by Sienna Tristen

The Wolf Among the Wild Hunt by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor

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aroaessidhe · 8 months ago

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2024 reads / storygraph

Lord of the Empty Isles

sci-fi/fantasy

set on a supposedly utopian planet recovering from a climate crisis, where bonds between people are able to be seen and manipulated (by some people)

follows a young man whose brother was cursed and killed by an infamous outlaw 5 years ago, and he’s finally able to curse him back - but it rebounds, as he’s somehow fatebound to the outlaw

to find a cure and save them both they have to team up, and he quickly finds out that the resources the outlaw is stealing go to the thousands of people neglected on prison planets, and he has to go against what he thought was right to help them

no romance, aroace MC, focus on platonic relationships

arc from netgalley, out june 6

#Lord of the Empty Isles #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #I enjoyed this quite a bit! But I think it could have gone a bit further in places.#It has some interesting concepts and a great cast of characters and yay no romance #I do have a lot of thoughts and little critiques...#it's p obvious where the plot is going and what's going to happen #There’s clearly a lot gone into developing this bond system but to be honest I still don’t entirely get it?#It seems to emphasise that the bonds just reflect connections between people rather than predetermine anything; but also the plot kind of #hinges on Remy and Idrian having a predetermined bond? There are a lot of explanations of intricacies but a lot of it didn’t sink in idk #It’s promoted as QP but to me it reads as a general platonic relationship. I generally expect a depiction of a QPR to have like..#some form of acknowledgement/depiction of the form of their relationship being a particular (undefinable?) kind #with some specific level of commitment? I’m being picky maybe they mean queerplatonic themes/vibes rather than saying it’s a qpr #specifically. the centred platonic relationship is good! it doesn't seem like a qpr to me; at most what could one day be that #also things are solved quite quickly and easily in the end - both the curse and the downfall of the bad guy.#I feared it would go down the route of blaming things on the person in charge rather than emphasising systemic issues which it kinda does….#It’s impossible to ignore right now just how deeply people are willing to believe dehumanising propaganda - and how 'telling the truth'#and exposing the person in power as bad doesn’t actually do anything so that happening here made me go…… oh okay. well.#there is room for a sequel that maybe will explore this tho. idk #complaints aside - I do recommend this! It was fun and pretty unique.#aroace books #no romance

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

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Alternative Lifestyle: My Fallen Angel

Trapping Angel is the most exciting thing in the world one day when I was laying in the grass of a private garden area on the estate of my old family home as I explained the light of the sky.

The stars in the sky are blowing up in a sea of next in a super crazy storm blowing up in my face as the sky spins giving me a load of a massive headache leaving me spinning in the midst of it.

A shooting star falls from the sky in a golden arrow like hot trajectory smashing in to the isle lawn of my ground as it opens up in to a wide hole growing up covering up all of the land.

The entirety of my home is left in a shred as it dishevels the land roaming under my like a tunnel cracking open with the light burning from under me a strange man rises to the mainland.

Clearly I am lost not expecting to see him be able to stand up tall to full height with these bright eyes, bold expression, and wings that goes for miles and I can’t believe the white light.

I knew I am having a religious experience at this point he stares down at me offering a hand for me to take and help me up to my feet once more and he tightens his grasp on my hand.

“Do you comprehend this experience?”

“This is a religious experience and you are an angel.”

“Absolutely correct! Why am I here?”

“This is my next question”

“You are a chosen one”

“Am I? What is this some sort of hell?”

“Far from it”

“I am here with a offer”

“Excuse me!”

“One time only”

“I get it”

“Great! Take my hand, close your eyes and make a wish.”

I shake my head sighing a bit taking both of his hands in mine as a flow of energy over took me swirling in to the air with a cooling effect connecting us on one line surging in between us.

Something is off though my mind begins to lose it suddenly my body shoots upward in to the sky as my mind transfers in to my oh so hateful neighbor.

Across the street my soak soars pushes all the way past his window in to his bedroom where he is wasting time standing in front of the mirror posing his body in all sort of position.

The angel frowns knowing that I want to see him pay for what he did to me but he knows the deal it’s to give me whatever I want and whatever I wish to happen plain and simple for me.

Angel stares at me shaking his head he look up to the sky raising his finger in to the air as he waves his hand as the room fades from existence and all his left is three of us in a empty white space.

Mason Anlen suddenly woke up from a true deep soul trance by flailing in to an old and lengthy anxiety ridden panic attack holding his chest, breathing harder and backing in to the chair.

“Who are you ? You did this dweeb”

“Fuck! Stop!”

“How the fuck did you ?”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Bastard”

“Fall to your knees”

“Pathetic! Like the pig you are”

“Make your wish “

“I wish my guardian angel…”

“You cannot place an angel in…”

“Zip it! Immediately “

“In fact! I wish you would become powerful blank slate to your core replacing Mason Anlen in the timeline”

“Hold on! Now wait just a damn blasted second.”

“I am your lord and Master”

“Obey”

“I…no…aaaahhhhhhh”

“You rewrote the rules”

“I shall commence “

“Oh My God!”

“Can I help you?”

“You corrupted me”

“I remade you “

“In your image “

“I am so powerful “

“You are everything “

“I own you now”

“ I love it “

“I worship you”

“Thank you for this body “

“It’s perfection”

The end

#robbie amell #alternate timeline #mind warp #body possession #Angel #shooting star #crater #male body possession #possession #Alternative Lifestyle

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Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf.

Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny.

Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | EPILOGUE |

Hunt of the Blood Moons

After defeating Alduin, Last Dragonborn Sifkni is called to Falkreath for a werewolf problem. She helps solve the mystery, only to have a Great Hunt called on her by Hircine. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter PROLOGUE | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | WIP

Sivaas

After her pack is killed, Estinan wanders around Skyrim. With no home to call her own, she makes do with hunting or selling her sword arm. She ends up in Riften on a fateful day. With her pockets emptied by a handsome thief, she tracks him through the sewers and begins her strange quest with the Thieves Guild.

Brynjolf x OC {F Werewolf Bosmer}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | WIP

Fury of a Tundra Wolf

Former Harbinger of the Companions, Thea Icehammer, joins the Stormcloak army. She fights alongside the army to bring Ulfric his victory and to free Skyrim from Thalmor and Empire's clutches.

Galmar x OC {F Werewolf Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | WIP

Mother of Hunters Completed

Adelina, a devout Hircine follower and werewolf, is called to one of the Lord Huntsman’s Great Hunts. But as the Hare.

She must survive three days with his Hunters and three nights with him personally hunting her. Adelina must survive. If only to prove she is NOT a Hare. She will not ever be a HARE.

Hircine x OC {F Werewolf Nede/Nord}

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | Epilogue | Lore Book

Vestige Liselle encounters another Problematic Prince ft. Dragons (and Mudcrabs)

Liselle’s encounters of Tamriel and Oblivion are detailed in mostly journals. ESO Main Questline, a couple Daggerfall Covenant Quests, Clockwork City, Original Plot: Coldfire Codex, Elsweyr, Mages’ Guild, Blackwood | Future Goals: High Isle and Necrom

Abnur Tharn x Vestige {F Breton}

Blessings of the Moons

Finnki is the Thane of Whiterun. She takes frequent bounties to keep her life and mind busy. She comes across the scene of an ambush. There’s only one survivor. J'Med. He’s a Khajiit from far-off lands, traveling to Skyrim to shake off his past. Finnki helps J'Med with recovery and fitting into Skyrim. J'Med teaches Finnki about moving on and leaving one’s past.

OC {F Nord/Bosmer} x OC {M Khajiit}

Chapter 1 | 2 | WIP

Shadow of the Druadach

Tiernan is the Last Dragonborn. He is also a Reachman. He is a prickly man on his quest to save his world, despite the distrust and prejudice he faces on the daily. While he is looking for an Elder Scroll for Paarthurnax, he meets Rozelia Greensly. A master Mage at the College of Winterhold. She is very interested in the Reach and Reach magic. She joins Tiernan on his adventure, to his dismay. Perhaps the buds of friendship will bloom during their trip to find the Elder Scroll.

Last Dragonborn {M Reachfolk} x OC {F Breton}

Chapter 1 | WIP

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On 6th December 1214 King Alexander II aged 16 was crowned on the Stone of Destiny on Moot Hill at Scone Palace, Perthshire.

Alexander II has the honour of being the only Scottish king to take his invasion force all the way to the south coast of England.

Whilst still a teenager, Alexander backed a rebellion of northern English barons against the King of England, John I. Hoping to secure the territories of Northumberland, Alexander and his army invaded England. They reached the port of Dover where, while waiting to join a French invasion force, the invasion failed. The death of John I saw the English barons change their allegiances. Alexander left empty-handed.

Another major event of Alexander's reign was the signing of the Treaty of York with King Henry III of England. Signed in 1237, the terms of the treaty officially defined the border between the two kingdoms. As part of the treaty Alexander finally gave up Scottish claims to the territory of Northumberland - claims that dated back several generations.

Running from the Solway Firth to the River Tweed, the border exists to this day with the exception of Berwick-Upon-Tweed which remained hotly contested by the two nations until it was seized by England in 1482.

Alexander was every bit as ambitious in his designs for Scotland. He courted powerful allies in the north of the country and attempted to bring these territories (territories that had been in the hands of Norse and Gaelic rulers for centuries) under his influence. Notable achievements included suppressing rebellions in Galloway and forcing Argyll to accept him as ruler.

The ambitious Alexander turned his attention next to the Western Isles of Scotland. Having long since been controlled by Norse rulers, Alexander made numerous attempts to purchase the islands. The attempts failed but this did not dampen Alexander's resolve.

His attempts to brink the allegiance of the Lord of Argyll to the Norwegian King, Haakon brought the issue of who governed the marginal areas of the Scottish kingdom to a head. In 1249 Alexander raised a fleet and sailed to settle the Argyll dispute once and for all. On the way Alexander fell ill.

While resting on the island of Kerrera, Alexander died. His legacy would be that for the first time Scotland as a territorial kingdom had been officially defined and recognised. His ambitions for expanding his realm would pass on to his son, Alexander III.

#scotland #scottish #history #royalty

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When Fire Meets Fate

Part 14

Request: Yes or No

Summary: After a failed assassination attempt, (Y/N)'s thoughts become filled with reminders of his family on the opposing side.

CW/TW: Typical Got/HOTD warnings, violence, Ser Erryk's death, not-so-subtle period typical sexism, Ser Alfred and Lord Celtigar are their own warnings at this point

someone get this man a ticket to the summer isles asap

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His hobbies became less enjoyable with each passing day. His eyes skimmed the words on the page, reading them, but his mind could not process them due to the turmoil within. The days of devouring books, reading hundreds or more pages were gone, halted by the war seeping through the cracks of barely contained peace.

(Y/N) thought of his niece's son, and couldn't help but wonder what his sister thought of it all. Did she despise them, despise him? Did she believe them free of guilt or had her futile hope died when the sword sliced through her grandson's throat?

He squeezed his eyes shut at the image, unable to think of the child without thinking of his own toddlers. With the death of Jaehaerys still fresh, everyone remained on high alert for a counterattack or another enemy taking advantage of the unsteady Realm by sowing more mayhem. Many'd chosen to remain neutral, some such as House Tyrell and House Greyjoy, but neither house seemed like the type to send assassins to kill children in their beds. Lord Tyrell was a mere boy whose mother ruled as regent and the Red Kraken faced his enemies head-on.

A quiet sigh brought his attention to Elinda as the handmaiden followed Rhaenyra to finish braiding her hair, only for his wife to walk forward again, too lost in her mind to give Elinda enough time. (Y/N) closed his book and set it aside, a trickle of amusement pouring in when he took in Elinda's twisted lips. Rhaenyra stared toward the window, her hands tightly clutched and her brows fixed into a near-permanent furrow. Worry had never been a good look on her.

"Nyra," He spoke, snapping her out of her distant trance. "Allow Elinda to finish working."

"Ah," Rhaenyra glanced over her shoulder at the brunette before snapping her head forward sheepishly, the skin along her cheeks gaining a soft pink color. Elinda, in all her patience, simply smiled and resumed working swiftly, her fingers moving automatically from the countless times she'd helped do Rhaenyra's hair. "My apologies."

"It is quite alright, Your Grace. Please try and lay down; it has been a weary day." Elinda spoke softly, finally finishing the long braid and resting it along Rhaenyra's back.

With a sigh of agreement, (Y/N) twisted around to tug down the pillows resting against the wooden headboard before he leaned back into them and sunk into their soft cushion. Rhaenyra joined him soon after, tucking her legs beside his underneath the covers and fluffing up the pillows with the heel of her palms. Elinda watched them solemnly as she placed empty teacups onto a tray and approached the bed with a sympathetic frown.

"You must sleep tonight," She told them gently, "Let me ask the maester for some draught."

Rhaenyra exhaled heavily through her nose, her body naturally curling into his side once she placed her head on his chest. "Perhaps that would be best." She murmured and draped her arm across his stomach. His fingers crept up her back until his palm settled on the curve of her hip. "Thank you, Elinda."

"Of course."

Elinda crossed the room to continue tidying up, but her work was cut short when the door opened and a familiar man stepped inside. Immediately, the couple sat up in their bed with near-bated breath at whatever news he could possibly be bringing them at such an hour. Even Elinda straightened up, the calm of her features disappearing into worry.

When the knight remained quiet as he stepped further into the room, Rhaenyra's brows furrowed. "Ser Erryk?"

The sound of a sword unsheathing echoed coldly through the room and dread settled uncomfortably in (Y/N)'s stomach. "Believe me," he spoke through gritted teeth, "I had no choice."

"Brother!" An angered shout followed the door being thrust open by a copy of the man already standing in their bedchambers. Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk, (Y/N) quickly realized, but who was who? (Y/N)'s arm shot out in front of Rhaenyra, his body scooting forward whilst his arm pushed her behind him. Her quickened breath filled his ears and her nails dug through the thin fabric of his sleeve as she clutched at his arm. "Do not do this. I beg you."

The twin who'd entered their room, Arryk, spoke heatedly but the slight tremble in his hand when he pointed his sword at his brother spoke for his true thoughts. "You are the one who betrayed us, Erryk,"

The two knights continued facing each other, one pushing forward and the other stepping back tentatively, the hesitation in their limbs keeping them separate until Arryk suddenly lunged toward the bed with a cry and his sword raised high. Rhaenyra yelped in surprise, her hands tugging and dragging her husband along with her as she scrambled backward until the two were pressed up along the headboard but thankfully, Erryk sprang into action immediately, blocking the swing of his brother's sword. Elinda dropped the tray onto the nearest table and ducked down behind it, her widened eyes jumping frantically between the couple and the brothers.

"Elinda, go!" Rhaenyra called to the panicked handmaiden, her voice mixing with the frequent clashing of metal against metal. "Run and find Ser Lorent!"

Hurriedly nodding, Elinda scooped fistfuls of her dress into her hands and raced toward the open door where she disappeared into the hallway. The knights took a moment apart, their chests heaving and features concentrated, but (Y/N) caught the flicker of relief on one of their faces when Elinda's footsteps became distant. Ser Erryk.

"Come," He breathed to his wife, reaching around behind him to grasp her arm and pull her as he scrambled toward the edge of the bed where Erryk stood closest. The knight glanced over his shoulder and followed their movements, using his body as a shield when Arryk swung again.

"(Y/N)," Rhaenyra whispered shakily, pressing herself against the stone collum and wincing with each clash of swords.

When Erryk's leg was struck, (Y/N) took her wrist and ran, the clanking of metal that followed them making his throat tighten. Rhaenyra cried out when she tripped on the ends of her nightgown, forcing (Y/N) to stop and duck down toward her as Arryk's body tumbled forward and onto a vase with a shove from Erryk. He wrapped his arms around her swiftly and cradled her whimpering form close to his chest, heavy and quick pants leaving him whilst he watched the brothers swing at each other.

"Your Grace, My Lord!" Ser Lorent appeared, rushing down the steps leading further into their bedchambers and waiting for the knights to move away before he raced forward to them. "With me!" He ordered, one arm behind them to guide them toward the other door and the other arm keeping his sword trained on the two for any sudden movements toward them.

Wiggling on the doorknob, (Y/N) cursed in frustration when it wouldn't turn, the adrenaline flowing through his veins beginning to give way to panic fueled by Rhaenyra's whimpers and watery eyes. The knights had tangled themselves together, concentrating their fight on each other but with their features and injuries, (Y/N) could no longer tell who was who. They only watched hopelessly as one began strangling the other.

"We were born together," One wheezed, voice strained from the hands clamped around his throat. (Y/N)'s hand tightened on the doorknob, finding his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight and words spoken. Alicent, Alicent, Alicent. His sister, his twin, the other half of his soul and body. Had she known of this? No.. not even their father would think of such a thing... would he?

"You parted us!" The other wailed through blood and tears, his body trembling from exhaustion and grief. Aching familiarity flooded (Y/N)'s chest and filled his eyes with salty, warm tears. "But I still love you, brother."

The one pinned between the floor and the wall dug his fingers into a cut on the other's leg, prompting a pained cry as he toppled over onto the floor. He dragged himself toward a tossed-aside sword on the floor as the other did similar. They stood up, faced each other, and charged, but instead of the dreaded clanging, (Y/N) heard the horrifying noise of cloth and flesh being torn into.

They held onto each other, stumbling and staggering through sobs.. until the dead weight of one forced the other to finally step back. The remaining twin panted heavily, his tears mixing with sweat and blood whilst he stared at the corpse of his brother.

"Your Grace, My Lord," He exhaled heavily when he faced them on unsteady feet and quivering lips. He turned his sword onto himself, shoulders slumping with exhaustion as soft sniffling left him. "Forgive me."

(Y/N) blinked. "Erryk-"

His words caught in his throat as Erryk collapsed down onto his sword, impaling his midsection and covering the floor with blood. (Y/N) turned Rhaenyra toward him instinctively, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her head into his neck. The late guards that'd stormed the room at the last second stared aghast at the bodies, both men familiar but only one had been loyal to their cause.

His eyes roamed down to the floor, meeting the blank blue eyes of Erryk. Was this how he and his twin would reunite? Forced to look upon the body of the other in the end, with no way of reversing time and doing it right?

(Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut. When had been the last time he'd told Alicent he loved her?

"He is the basest of villains." Jace's voice held barely restrained anger in it, an emotion his son had grown so used to throughout his childhood. Always the storm, the spitfire, the one who lost his temper with mere words or looks. (Y/N) felt exhausted, too tired to deal with a son that reminded him so much of his younger self but when a hint of irritation flared in his belly, he remembered the wide-eyed, teary look on Jace's face upon seeing them alive and without injury before he'd rushed into their arms like a frightened child. "He sullies his brother's grave."

"They formed together in the womb, Jace." (Y/N) muttered, feeling the dirt escape between his fingers and onto the knights below. They said the dead often looked as if they were sleeping, but not even the Silent Sisters could hide the look of death on their faces; olive skin was now ghostly pale, and once pink lips a purplish tint. "They were born together, they died together. They were halves and now they're whole again. Leave them be."

"We cannot fault him for keeping his oath," Rhaenyra added softly, tiredly, mimicking her husband and releasing the dirt clutched in her hands onto the bodies below. Grief had become a numbed feeling, one circling their minds but too muddled with exhaustion and muted anger to take them fully into its clutches once more.

(Y/N) stepped away from the grave, unable to stand the sight of watching dirt slowly cover the twins any longer. He'd hardly slept, and the few moments of sleep had been filled with dreadful nightmares of what would come of him and his family. His uncle would send knights and soldiers out to help King's Landing, many among them being his blood. Gwayne came to mind specifically, his older brother with a level head on his shoulders but an eager desire to please their father.

The smallfolk and soldiers were always the first to die in conflict; it made him wonder if he'd ever see his brother again with eyes full of life.

"Father," Jace caught up with him, his curls bouncing and reminding him of Alicent in her youth when her curls had begun having some definition. He made a face and the tip of his ears turned a light red. "Apologies. My Lord." He corrected himself, eyes darting toward the knights and servants escorting them back to the safety of the castle. He was a little boy no longer but he thought himself too grown.

"What is it, Jace?" (Y/N) turned to him, studying the side of his son's face and being unable to stop himself from picking out the traits that reminded him of his family; a mesh of his mother and siblings' faces stared back at him whenever he gazed at Jace, from the curls of his hair to the slope of his nose.

"Is it not..." Jace trailed off, the tip of his tongue swiping over his lips. "Is it not unjust to bury Ser Erryk alongside the man who attempted to kill him, who attempted to kill you and Her Grace? It's despicable what he did, what he chose to do. And... for Ser Erryk to..."

Exhaling softly, (Y/N) looked forward. "Siblings are siblings but.. it's different with twins, Jace. You are born together, they are the first face you meet.. you are one soul, one heart, almost one body. I remember the pain of losing Corren, one of my older brothers. I can only imagine that very pain would be intensified tenfold if I were to hear of Alicent's passing."

"She is a traitor." Jace scoffed. "She placed the usurper on the throne. She wanted Princess Rhaenys to bend the knee to him. She-"

"Is still my sister." (Y/N) interrupted softly. "Just as Ser Arryk, traitor or not, was still Ser Erryk's brother. You may not understand as your brothers are too young to yet inflict any sort of betrayal... but it's complicated. There may be hate and grief and frustration but the love will linger.. the hope. You'll understand, someday."

Jace frowned at that, jaw tightening. "I'm not a child to be coddled-"

"You will always be a child, Jace, to us." (Y/N) told him, a hint of a dry chuckle following. His gaze drifted toward the woman standing on a balcony, watching them with curious eyes. Their savior; the woman who'd alerted the guards of Ser Arryk's trickery. "You will always be the boy with round cheeks, gentle waves, and a penchant for trouble. Now, head inside and check on your brothers."

His hand grazed Jace's shoulder before he parted from his son, making his way up the cobbled steps where Lady Mysaria waited, her hands intertwined before her and the hint of a smile on her lips. Truthfully, (Y/N) had expected her to depart after giving her warning as some sort of way of evening out the field. They'd kept Daemon's promise and in return, she'd helped them. Yet, there she stood, gazing thoughtfully at him before the echoing shrill of Seasmoke brought their attention out to where the dragon flew. He'd grown restless in recent times, dancing in the sky after his flights and filling the air with his cries.

"They are... curious creatures." Lady Mysaria spoke, seemingly captivated by Seasmoke. He hardly blamed her. He himself saw the dragons in fleeting moments, sometimes even allowing Rhaenyra to convince him to join her on a flight or two with Syrax. For the smallfolk, seeing a dragon close must've been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Seasmoke was a beauty with his pale silver skin but frightening in his bursts of irritation. He loved Laenor as much as a dragon could, (Y/N) knew that much. "Have you ridden one?"

(Y/N) nodded. "Before the youngest arrived, yes. Rhaenyra enjoys taking to the skies and she enjoys sharing her hobbies. I would not say it's a favored pastime of mine." His words drew a quiet laugh from her.

Footsteps filled his ears and he glanced over his shoulder, his arm immediately extending toward his wife to coil around her waist. Rhaenyra gave a quiet sigh and leaned into his side, fingertips brushing away a loose strand of silver hair. She appeared conflicted at first but she wiped the look off her face to address Lady Mysaria with a polite smile, eyes briefly flickering to the dragon in the distance.

"We were told you turned back from your ship to bring warning."

"I was not believed at first." Lady Mysaria stated, her head remaining forward but her eyes flickered toward them, obversing and waiting. The sea breeze ruffled back her raven locks, and she turned to look at them. "What is the life of a queen worth these days?"

"You wish to be rewarded." Rhaenyra mused, withholding a heavy sigh.

A hint of a smile graced Lady Mysaria's lips, playful in a way but not mocking. "As I would think you would wish to reward me." She said, her brows briefly lifting and voice nearly drowned out by another cry from Seasmoke. (Y/N)'s attention darted between the two, trying to focus on the woman before them, the woman he now owed his life to, and the dragon that'd once belonged to his close friend.

"What price would you set?" Rhaenyra questioned, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her voice tight and guarded, slightly worried. Maybe even paranoid. Now were hardly the times to owe anyone anything, not with war rearing its ugly head and castles being so easily breached. His fingers danced the curve along her side, tips pressing against the rough texture of her dress to ease her nerves. She exhaled through her nose and spared him a glance, but it did little to cease the way she toyed with her fingers.

"A place.. at your court." Lady Mysaria revealed, dark eyes watching them closely.

"You wished to free yourself from the webs of court, and yet now wish to find yourself a place in it?" (Y/N)'s brows dipped inward, perplexed. The castle had been breached by a knight with the sole goal of slaughtering a queen and he'd nearly succeded. Anyone else would've collected their things and raced for the next ship away from the Crownslands, away from the infighting. Lady Mysaria's shoulder lifted with a half-shrug.

"And you let me go. You showed me grace when you could have withheld it. I'm not often surprised." She said gently, a shadow briefly casting over them when Seasmoke flew in front of the sun. "I know the workings of the Red Keep and the movements of those who serve there. That is worth more than gold to you now."

Rhaenyra's lips pursed, eyes squinting when she spared Seasmoke a glance at his call. "What is our worth to you?"

"I would punish the Hightower for what they have done, to me and those who served me. But more than that, I know the struggles of the smallfolk of King's Landing. They will be ruled, either by you or by the usurper. And only one of you has shown yourself to be merciful."

"Well, I hope you do not confuse mercy with pliancy."

Another shriek, one much closer, interrupted the beat of silence that passed over them after Rhaenyra spoke. It almost seemed purposeful, urgent. (Y/N) watched Seasmoke's distant figure twist in the sky and dip downward toward the water, skimming it briefly before rising again. His flying seemed purposeless; no hunting, no playing, seemingly no enjoyment coming from it. Was it the equivalent of pacing? Or an attempt at communication without his rider to decipher it for them? (Y/N) frowned. Could it be...

"Seasmoke, my late lord-husband's dragon. He's grown restless as of late." Rhaenyea turned away from the sight and gave another tight yet polite smile, her hand rising to touch her husband's back briefly, signaling to him their departure. "We can not know why."

"Maybe he's lonely." Lady Mysaria said, and Rhaenyra halted, eyes darting back to her before turning to her husband.

Their departure from the balcony was quiet, with Lady Mysaria staring after them until she resumed her watch of Seasmoke. Rhaenyra stared forward whilst they walked down the hallway, her lips twitching into the beginning of a frown and brows furrowing. They had news for Rhaena but (Y/N)'s mind remained consumed with other things. Dragons and their riders were bonded, united as one in more ways than one; rumors and speculations the bond was emotional, possibly even bound by souls. Syrax had grown restless during Rhaenyra's early labor, shrieking and roaring within the caves she and the others called home. It was enough to prove there was something there, some sort of connection... one that would be severed after death.

His lips brushed over Rhaenyra's temple, his legs leading him in the opposite direction of their bedchambers. He needed more time with his children, now more than ever. His chest constricted with the beginning of grief.

They'd gone years without hearing a word from Laenor or his lover, as they'd agreed upon to avoid rousing suspicion, but Seasmoke's restlessness, his constant shrieks and cries... the chance it was his way of mourning was high. Lives were lost so easily, fragile things capable of breaking at any time and any place. And so far from home.

Rhaenys and Corlys had mourned their children for years and felt the turmoil of not having been there for Laena during her time of need. Lady Jane Arryn would take good care of the children but it hardly shook away the worries.

Could he survive losing another child, let alone one of the youngest? Could Rhaenyra? What would come of Jace if he lost Joffery, Viserys, or Aegon? His eldest son was already brash yet withheld his impulses, but (Y/N) knew the flush of youthful anger and arrogance all too well. It was all-consuming and dangerous.

Council meetings were wearisome. How his father managed to attend each and every one for decades was a mystery to (Y/N), a mystery he thought about as he sat in his seat and listened to the droning of the other lords. In a fleeting desire, he desperately hoped once the waters calmed, he'd be able to do as other consorts did and stay far from the Small Council and its squabbling men.

"Still no sightings," Rhaenys announced as she strode into the room, peeling her gloves off as she approached her seat beside him. It'd been early afternoon when they'd heard of an army leaving the gates of King's Landing, its destination unknown and unclear thus far. "No men, no horses, no ships... no dragons." She gave a quiet sigh, tossing her gloves upon the table and sitting down.

"Good. Then we must seize the hour and act before our enemy does. They have penetrated our castle walls and now the Riverlands are aflame after the Battle at the Burning Mill." Ser Alfred spoke, turning his attention onto Maester Gerardys expectantly. "How fares Prince Daemon with our army?"

Maester Gerardys grimaced. "There has been no word from Prince Daemon, Your Grace."

"Then we must press what advantage we do have."

"And what's that?" Lord Staunton questioned from beside Ser Alfred, eyeing him with a level of uncertainty (Y/N) could not fault him for.

"Dragons." Gods. "Send all of them out. Start turning Green strongholds to our cause and burn those who resist."

"No," Rhaenyra spoke up with a dismissive shake of her head, her fingers tightly wound together and lips slightly pursed. "If dragons begin fighting dragons, we invite our own destruction. Fear of it is in itself a weapon. The Greens will make the same calculation."

Ser Alfred's dry laughter followed, mocking as if he were faced with a child rather than his ruler. "The value of a sword is not within its scabbard."

"We will secure victory with armies, not with dragons alone. The Greens understand that." Rhaenyra swallowed, her jaw tight from Ser Alfred's attitude and chest falling with a deep exhale. "The Vale and the North will send men. We must give Daemon time."

"Your Grace," Lord Gormon Massey spoke next, shifting in his chair and leaning back into it as he looked toward her with a small sniffle. "You have witnessed firsthand just how vulnerable you are. Prince Daemon is abroad, Lord (Y/N) is more skilled with words than with swords, and Aegon's factions are enraged at the death of his son. You have never been so exposed!"

"Perhaps it is time for you to think about secreting yourself somewhere safe while we remain here as a source of distraction for the enemy." Lord Celtigar proposed, and (Y/N) couldn't help the laugh that tumbled free from his lips. The lords turned their attention swiftly onto him, brows furrowed at his amusement but (Y/N) simply arched a brow, eyes flickering between them all.

"You expect Her Grace to turn and cower away whilst you do what exactly? Appoint a regent in her stead? Play pretend as children do so that you may indulge in fantasies? Age has truly emboldened too many of you, made your tongues loose and brains hazy, it seems. You act as if you are speaking to your daughter, your sister, or wife. You speak too freely in the presence of the Queen." (Y/N) inhaled heavily and leaned forward, resting his elbows upon the table and studying them each. His tone remained icy, cold and distant whilst he addressed them to further watch them shift uncomfortably in their seats. "What do you think Her Grace's enemies would do if they caught wind of her.. 'secreting herself somewhere safe'? They would call her a coward, and what House would wish to follow a coward?"

"My Lord, t-that is not what-"

"And what would you do, Ser Alfred, if we were to send all our dragons away to fight and left Dragonstone vulnerable? The riderless dragons may be prompted to attack, sure, but without riders, they have no loyalty. Dragonstone's inhabitants would be left to face the same fate as Harren the Black or the Harroways of Harrenhal." (Y/N) raised his brows at the man, turning away when he parted his mouth to speak and leaving him to clamp it shut.

"You sit here and act like children who've been gifted their very first sword whilst simultaneously disregarding the very reason we have dragons at our disposal. The rulers of the Targaryen Dynasty may have been men thus far but we have seen women rule before, or have you all forgotten of Dorne? It was Princess Meria Martell who led her people against the conquest and won. Perhaps, instead of opening your mouths, you should open a history book."

(Y/N) scoffed softly and stood from his seat, prompting the rest of the men to stand as well with their heads bowed. "Oh, and Lord Massey," (Y/N) watched the man swallow before he lifted his head to look at him. "Nearly all of my brothers are knights. I was taught how to fight in my youth. That I choose words is not a flaw, for someone else may have chosen to cut your tongue if they felt slighted." He turned away, moving to stand beside Rhaenyra as she too rose from her seat.

Coiling her arm around his, Rhaenyra gave him a fleeting smile before looking over her council. "Let us not speak or entertain such an idea again. It'd be inconvenient amid a war to have to charge someone for treason, wouldn't it? If there is nothing else of value to inform us of, we shall take our leave."

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Rewriting HotD: Plot breakdown of Fire and Blood the Dance of the Dragons

Part 3: 130 A.C. Fall of Kings Landing to 130 A.C.

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

The following is an in depth plot breakdown of F&B where character moments, plot beats, difference in sources, and missing details will all be analyzed and possible solutions proposed. The timeline will start in 101 A.C. with the first great council as where the seeds of the dance were thoroughly sowed and watered to the death of Jaehaera in 133 A.C.

This is the first part of my rewriting HotD series. The next part will talk more about character arcs and expanding on them using the enneagram as a jumping off point.

Page numbers will be cited from my copy of fire and blood the 2022 Trade Paperback Tie-in Edition.

Legend

Bold for the year

Italic for character moments

Blue for Orwyle’s account

Purple for Munkun’s A True Telling

Green for Septon Eustace’s The Reign of King Viserys

Red for Mushroom’s The Testimony of Mushroom

Orange for rumors that have no source

Pink for minor sources where their credibility and bias will be discussed when they come up

(Parenthesis) will be used when I deem it necessary to comment on the story either about the plot or how the fandom views the story.

[brackets] will be used for when I want to add real world historical context.

Where Gyldayn does not identify which source he is using or which sources disagree with eachother, it will be assumed that all sources agree with each other.

Source Bias is discussed in Part 1

Because the war is barely three years, months and other year dividers will be used when mentioned and most divisions will be by location.

Acorn Hill

Riverlanders first hold back the Westermen but fall back after Lord Piper's death. Mushroom says Lord Piper died after seeing his favorite grandson's head on a spear. Pg 460

3 Days Later Acorn Hill

The Riverlanders group under the hedge knight called Ser Harry Penny. Ser Penny kills Adrian Tarbeck but dies soon after. Pg 460

The Westermen win the battle and are now led by Lord Humfry Lefford. Pg 460

The Twins

The Winter Wolves are greeted by Sabitha Frey at the Twins. Pg 460-1

Harrenhal

Aemond's march is delayed by bad weather. He finds Harrenhal empty and believes Daemon has fled rather than face him. He parties then challenges Simon Strong to a trial by combat and feeds his corpse to Vhagar. Pg 461

After finding out about the fall of King's Landing, Aemond executes all the Strongs, true born and bastard, but takes Alys Rivers as his mistress. Pg 462

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Aemond: First delighted when he thinks Daemon fled rather than face him but is angered when he learns about the fall of King's Landing. Doesn't execute Alys for some reason.

Alys Rivers: Somehow keeps herself alive during the Strong massacre. Did she turn on her kin for Aemond?

Fish Feed

Lord Humfrey Lefford has his army camp with The Lake of the God's eye behind them for protection rather than face either army. Lord Lefford tries to send for help to Aemond but all his ravens are shot down by Red Robb Rivers. The Lannister soldiers are attacked and either die in the fighting or drown in the lake. Pg 462-3 (Reference to Lake Trasimene?)

The Northmen suffer the most deaths. Pg 463

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Benjicott Blackwood: Weeps when he sees the dead.

Other Battles

Daeron and Lord Hightower put the other enemy Reach lords into submission. Pg 463

Borros Baratheon Marches south into the Dornish marches to presumably protect against the Dornish. Pg 463

Fair Isle is attacked by the Greyjoys. Pg 463

Holding Harrenhal

Aemond and Criston's forces die of starvation and sickness. Foraging parties go missing. Pg 465

Mushroom says Aemond and Criston became rivals for Alys Rivers while Eustace says Aemond was the only one who wanted her. Pg 465

Criston leaves to join Daeron and Oremond Hightower while Aemond stays to wage war in the Riverlands. Pg 465-6

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Aemond: refuses to retreat saying 'only a craven runs from traitors'. After hearing about Fishfeed, he almost strangles the messenger to death and is only stopped by Alys Rivers. Says Rhaenyra won't risk the lives of her sons, a mother's fears. (perhaps dig at Helaena and Alicent?)

Alys Rivers: Stops Aemond from strangling the messenger, showing her influence over him.

Crison Cole: Leaves Aemond to rejoin Daeron to hopefully retake Kingslanding.

The Red Keep

Rhaenyra frees the imprisoned Black loyalists, imprisons the Green loyalists, beheads Otto Hightower and Jasper 'Iron Rod' Wylde, and tortures Tyland Lannister for info on where the treasury is. Pg 466

Alicent is spared and placed in golden chains. Pg 466

Rhaenyra removes the tongues of Lord Rosby and Lord Stokeworth before executing them for initially turning to the greens. Pg 466-7

Daemon suggests marrying the eldest daughters of Lord Rosby and Stokeworth to Hugh and Ulf to secure the lands and reward the two. Corlys argues against Daemon's plan saying they can't disinherit the younger sons in favor of the daughters and that Rhaenyra was a special case because she was named heir by her father. Munkun says Rhaenyra sided with Corlys in fear of losing her lords' support. Pg 467

Hugh Hammer beats a household knight to death over a sex worker and Ulf rides naked and drunk through the city. Pg 467

Celtigar becomes the master of coin and implements unpopular taxes that mainly affect merchants and traders. Executions were commercialized and bodies were fed to dragons as feed. Pg 467-8

The commoners start calling Rhaenyra "Maegor's Teats" or "King Maegor with teats" Pg 469

Rhaenyra has Aegon the Younger and Jeoffrey come to court. She makes Aegon her cupbearer and celebrates Jeoffrey becoming the Prince of Dragonstone. Pg 469

Mysaria becomes the unofficial Master of Whispers and spends the nights with Daemon. Pg 469

Each time Rhaenyra sits the Iron Throne, she is cut by it. Pg. 469

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Daemon: Seeks comfort in Mysaria after Rhaenyra rejects his plan for Stokeworth and Rosby (Again the hand is favored over him)

Corlys: Focuses on Rhaenyra being a special case and not upsetting the other lords (Despite him passing over legitimate granddaughters for his bastard sons.)

Rhaenyra: Has Stokeworth and Rosby killed for switching sides. Sides with Corlys to not upset her lords.

Bartimos Celtigar: Staunch and unwavering support of Rhaenyra. Unrelenting, incorruptible, and ingenious.

Bitterbridge

Bitterbridge is crowded with refugees from Longtable. Lady Caswell closed her gates to them. Pg 470

Rikard Thorne goes to the Hog's Head with Maelor disguised as father and son. A stable boy named Sly tries to steal from Rickard and finds Maelor's dragon egg. Richard Thorne Kills the inn keep Ben Buttercakes, and then flees on a horse with Maelor. The bridge guards try to stop Richard and he fights them till a crossbow bolt takes him down. Pg. 470-2

The crowd fights over Maelor and pulls him to pieces. Pg 474

Mushroom says Willow Poundstone squeezed Maelor to death. Eustace says Maelor was chopped into pieces by a butcher. Munkun says Maelor was torn apart by the mob. Pg 474

Lady Caswelll has the stableboy Sly, Willow Poundstone, and the man who owned the horse Richard fled on hanged. She sent Throne's body and Maelor's head to King's landing and Maelor's dragon egg to the Hightowers to try and appease both sides. Pg 474

The Red Keep

Mushroom says Rhaenyra wept when seeing the head while Eustace says she smiled and had the head burned. No announcement was made but rumor spread that Rhaenyra sent Maelor's head to Helaena. Pg 474

Realm Overview

Dalton Greyjoy abducts five of Lord Farman's daughters. Pg 474

Lady Merryweather surrenders to the Hightowers and her castle is stripped to feed the army. Pg 475

Battle of Bitterbridge

Lady Caswell asks for the same terms given to Lady Merryweather but Daeron says 'You shall receive the same terms you gace my nephew Maelor.' The city is asked withe everything burned and everyone killed.

Lady Caswell pleads for her children's lives before hanging herself. Her kids are sent to Oldtown in chains.

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Daeron: Decides that Bitterbridge will be sacked for the murder of Maelor.

Harrenhal

3 days after Aemond leaves Harrenhal, Sabitha Frey takes it and finds Alys Rivers claiming she is pregnant with 'The Dragon's Bastard' Pg 475-6

Riverlands

Aemond burns the Riverlands starting with House Darry. Lord Darry and his heir are burned alive while his wife and younger children survive in the cellar. Pg 476

Butcher's Ball

4 days (Presumably 1 day after Sabitha takes Harrenhal) out of Harrenhal, Ser Cole faces guerilla-style attacks from the Northern army. Criston tries to surrender to save his men and then offers to fight a 3 v. 1. Criston is shot dead by Red Robb Rivers. Pg 476-7

The Winterwolves slaughter Criston's fleeing men. Pg 478

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Criston: Tries to sacrifice himself to save his men but is murdered for his bravery.

The Mirror Shield

Ser Byron Swann wants to kill a dragon like Serwyn of the Mirror Shielf did (Reference to Medusa and Persius). Munkun says he wanted to kill Vhagar to end Aemond'ds raids, Mushroom says it was Syrax he meant to kill, and Eustace in a letter suggests it was Sungrye though his where about were unknown at the time. Pg 478

Ser Byron Swann died screaming, roasted alive. Pg 479

Maiden's Day

The Maester releases ravens to announce the coming of winter. Pg 479

The Triarchy is falling apart, Vaelyrons control the sea, Jeyne Arryn and Lord Manderly send men by sea to Rhaenyra. Pg 479

Aemond burns Harrenhal again, taking Alys Rivers and forcing Sabritha to flee back to the Twins. Pg 479

The Riverlands ask Rhaenyra for dragons to defend against Aemond. Pg 480

The Hightower Force with Daeron marched on King's Landing and forced their surrendered enemies to join them. Pg 480

Corlys advice Rhaenyra to offer pardons to Baratheon, Hightower, and Lannister, send her half brothers to the wall, give Alicent and Helaena to the faith, and let Corlys foster Jaehaera and then marry Aegon the Younger. Pg 480

Daemon suggests killing all the traitors and giving Storm's End to Ulf and Casterly Rock to Hugh. Pg 481 (The others to Hugh and Ulf keep increasing and keep being taken away)

Rhaenyra decides to focus on killing her half-brothers and then forcing the Green Lords to surrender. Pg 481

Rhaneyra, Jeoffrey, and Addam stay in Kingslanding, Daemon and Nettles leave for the Riverlands, and Ulf and Hugh fly to Tumbleton. Pg 481

Alicent begs for her sons' lives and offers to split the realm but Rhaenyra denies her. Rhaenyra says that her half-brothers could have had places of honor at her court if they had not betrayed her and that her sons' blood is on their hands. Alicent says 'Bastard blood shed at war' and that her grandsons were the only innocents. Pg 482-3

Munkun and Eustace say Rhaenyra threatened to have Alicent's tongue ripped out for calling her sons bastards. Mushroom says Mysaria stayed the queen's hand and suggested that they sell Alicent and Helaena at brothels till they both have a bastard. Pg 483

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Corlys: Focus on diplomacy to end the war and offer pardons.

Daemon: Focus on removing all threats to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra: Focuses on removing her half brother and their claims to the throne.

Mysaria: cruelty by suggesting women be sexually assaulted.

Alicent: Bargins for Rhaenyra and Aegon both to be monarchs and still holds firm in her spite towards Rhaenyra.

Treason of Tumbleton

Munkun says Rhaenyra's force of 9 thousand was outnumbered by Ormund Hightower. Pg 484

Ulf and Hugh switch to the Hightower side. Mushroom says it was because they were craven. Others, not specified who, say the two wanted wealth and lordship and thought Hightower would give it when Rhaenyra had not. Pg 484-5

The Winterwolves push into the Hightower forces where Lord Roderick Dustin kills Ser Bryden Hightower and Lord Oremend Hightower before dying. Pg 485-6

Ulf and Hugh join Daeron in burning the city. Ser Roger Corne and his men turn and attack the men in Tumbleton. Lord Owain Bourney also turns for the Greens and kills Ser Merrell the Bold. Pg 486

Tumbleton is burned and no mercy is given to the survivors or the ones who surrender. Pg 486

Riverlands

Daemon and Nettles base themselves in Maidenpool. Pg 487

Vhagar attacks multiple towns and survivors can never agree on where she goes afterwards. Pg 487

Daemon and Nettles fly over the Riverlands each day in search of Vhagar. Chronicles of Maidenpool say Lord Mooton suggests they split up when searching but Daemon refuses. Pg 488

Mushroom says Daemon took Nettles as a lover. Pg 488

Chronicles of Maidenpool say Daemon ate with her, bathed with her, and instructed her in courtly courtesies. Pg 489

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Daemon: Refuses to search separately from Nettles. Perhaps for strategy or personal reasons

Nettles: No older than 17, grew up homeless in Spicetown. Probably had to sell her maidenhead when young to eat. Mushroom calls her 'a skinny brown girl with a skinny brown dragon'. Eustace says she had crooked teeth and a nose cut across for stealing. Pg 488-9

Blackwater Bay

The crew on the ship Nessaria see two dragons fighting and the tale spreads till everyone on Dragonstone has heard it. Pg 489

Local fishermen find the dead dragon Grey Ghost, partially devoured. Pg 490

Ser Robert Quince declares the Cannibal the killer and forbids fishing near his lair. Pg 490

Baela spends many of her days patrolling the waters around Dragonstone and Driftmark. She wanted to investigate Grey Ghost's death but was caught before she could leave and was confined to her chambers. Pg 490-1

Tom Tanglebeard and his son Tom Tangletounge bring their two 'cousins' to the lair of the Cannibal Pg 491 (Aegon and who is revealed to be a bastard knight named Ser Marston Pg 544)

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Ser Robert Quince: Amiable and obese knight named Castellan of Dragonstone after Rhaenyra leaves. Not investigative perhaps due to overconfidence or he was an ally to Aegon?

Baela: Wild and willful. Played kissing games with squires and let a kitchen boy grope her and then pleaded for his hand to not be removed when found out. Loves boys and flying.

The Red Keep

After hearing about Tumblton, Rhaenyra orders the city gates to be barred to keep out any traitors. Pg 491

The black council argues over what to do with Addam and Nettles. Bartimos Celtigar argues that bastards are treacherous by nature, Ser Luthor Largent, Ser Lorent Marbrand, and the Mandarly men agree with him. Only Lord Corlys and Master Gerargys argue against killing them. Pg 492-3

Eustace says Rhaenyra had been betrayed so often that she expected it. Pg 493

Rhaenyra calls on Mysaria who tells her Nettles is sleeping with Daemon. Eustace says she grows wroth and orders Addam to be tortured to find out if he's a traitor and for Nettles to be killed. Pg 493

Addam flees before Ser Luthor can arrest him. Ser Luthor bounds, beats, and imprisons Corlys believing he told Addam to flee. Pg 494

Rhaenyra dismisses Geradrys as Grand Maester, no longer able to trust him because he urged caution. Pg 494

The people of Kings Landing turn to a man called the 'Shepherd', the dead shepherd according to Mushroom. Munkun says he was a poor fellow. Pg 495

The Shepherd preaches that dragons are unnatural and gains a large following that the gold cloaks can't break up. Pg 496

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Alicent: 'All they have sowed, now they shall they reap' after hearing about Tumbleton, very vengeful. Pg 491

Rhaenyra: Grows pale after hearing of Tumbleton and the betrayal. Sees betrays all around her. Dismisses Gerardy believing his caution means he is a traitor.

Joffrey: wants to fight and avenge his brothers. Excited for the battle to come.

Corlys: Warns Addam before he is attacked and stands his ground against Ser Luthor, not admitting to anything.

Tumbleton

The army becomes unruly and cruelly keeps sacking Tumbleton. The commanders begin fighting amongst themselves. The eldest Hightower, Ser Hobert, is a weak leader who was only intrusted with the baggage train before. Daeron is too young and inexperienced. Lord Unwin Peake, Ser Jon Roxton, and Lord Owain Bourney argue for leadership. Roxton kills the lord of Tumbleton to take his wife as his war prize. Peak and Bourney get into an argument and Peak kills Bourney, saying once a traitor, always a traitor. Pg 496-8

Eustace and Munkun assert that Daeron was horrified by the violence. Pg 497

Ulf declares he wants Highgarden and Hugh says he wants to be a king. A new prophecy about a hammer falling upon a dragon and a new king arriving. Pg. 498 {Refrence to Ceaser using a made-up prophecy to justify his own rule}

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Daeron: Unable to take control despite being horrified and having a dragon.

MaidenPool 8th day of the 5th Moon 130 A.C.

Maester Norren in the 'Chronicles of MaidenPool' says the Lord Mooton needed three cups of wine after reading Rhaenyra's letter demanding Nettles' head. Pg 499

Lord Mooton's brother and the captain of his guard, Florian Greysteel, argue on how to subdue Daemon to kill Nettles. Florian says the old king would never ask for this (whether this is referring to Jaehaerys or Viserys is unclear) Pg 499

Lord Mooton elements that he is either a traitor or breaks guests right. Pg 500

Maester Norren pretends that the lord never saw the letter and delivers it to Daemon. Pg 500

Nettles feeds Sheepstealer a black ram, Daemon helps her mount him, and she flies off in the direction of the bay of crabs. Daemon leaves for Harrenhal. Maidenpool turns to Aegon II. Pg 500-1

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Daemon: says 'a queen's words, a whores work' after reading the letter, probably referring to Mysaria.

Nettles: tear streaked face when she has to leave.

Harrenhal 8th-22nd day of the 5th Moon 130 A.C.

Daemon stays at Harrenhall for 14 days, slashing the weirwood to mark the passage of time. Pg 501

HarrenHal 22nd day of the 5th Moon 130 A.C.

Aemond arrives with Alys. Daemon and Aemond fight on dragon back. Pg 502

Caraxes slams into Vhagar and Daemon jumps off Caraxes and pierces Aemond through the eye. Pg 504

Historians record that Aemond, Daemon, and their dragons died that day. The singers say Daemon survived and returned to Nettles. Pg 504

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Aemond: He Brought Alys with him and was confident he'd win.

Daemon: Seems to have accepted his death and just wants to take Aemond down with him.

Kings Landing

Mysaria says Addam fleeing proved his guild. Pg 506

Lord Celtigar suggests a tax on bastards. Pg 506

Soldiers sworn to house Velaryon start abandoning Rhaenyra with Corlys in prison. Some go home and others join the Shepherd. Pg 506

Corlys' personal guards Ser Denys Woodwright and Ser Thoron True try to free Corlys and are executed for it. Pg 506-7

Helaena jumps to her death from Maegor's holdfast. Mushroom says she killed herself because she was pregnant after being sold as a prostitute. Munkun says the horror of seeing Ser Denys and Ser Thoron dead drove her to her death. Eustace says Mysaria told her how Maelor died out of malice or some unknown reason. Pg. 507 (George's comments suggest that Eustace's story is the right one.)

Rumors spread that Rhaenyra had Ser Luthor Largent Kill Helaena so she could not revel in Rhaenyra's downfall. Pg 507

Munkun says the Shepherd spread the rumor. Mushroom says the Shepherd only repeated the rumor Larys Strong started. Pg 507-8

Dreamfyre breaks two of her chains and roars loud enough to shake the dragon pit when Helaena dies. Pg 508

Alicent rips her garments apart when she hears of Helaena's death and curses her rival. Pg 508

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Mysaria: Continued focus on removing support and a sense of safety from Rhaenyra.

Helaena: Was driven to suicide by something (most likely the details of Maelor's death).

Alicent: Curses her rivals when she learns of Helaena's death.

Kings Landing The Riots

Kings Landing raises in riots that night over Helaena and her sons. The riots started in flea bottom with rioters looting, beating up gold cloaks, and attacking Lords and Knights. Lady Darla Debbings' brother Davos was killed defending her from being raped. Sailors attack the river gate and fight the city watch. Pg 508-9

The rioters attack Lord Bartimos Celtigar. His guards flee or join the rioters. Arthur Celtigar tries to fight off the rioters but a serving girl lets the rioters in and he is killed. Bartimos tries to flee but is captured and tortured to reveal where his wealth is. Pg 509

The Shepherd preaches against Rhaenyra and proclaims the stranger has come. Pg 509

According to Mushroom, Ser Luthor Largent led 5 thousand men of the city watch to try and disperse the rioters to take away the Shepherd but the mob held firm and the Shepherd was bundled away. The mob throws stuff at the watch and an archer loses bolts on the crowd. Pg 510 (Reference to the Boston massacre?)

Despite the watches training, the crowd outnumbers them and slaughters them Pg 512

The Shepherd holds sway over the city. Hundreds gather around Wat the Tanner who killed Lord Celtigar and declared an end to taxes. The sex workers declare a 4-year-old boy, Daemon Pale Hair, the rightful king and bastard of Aegon II. Hedge knight Ser Perkin names his squire Trystane, a boy of 16, the natural son of King Viserys. He dubbed any sellsword, thief, or butcher's boy a knight if they swore to Trystane. Pg 513

The Gold Cloaks under Ser Balon Byrch and Ser Garth the Harelip restore order to the streets North and East of Rhaeny's Hill. Ser Medrick Manderly and his white Harbor Men restore order northeast of Aegon's High Hill to the Iron Gate. Pg 513

Ser Torrhen and his Northmen to the River Gate and find the garrison killed by Ser Perkin's men and the garrison turns over to him. Ser Toffhen loses a quarter of his men fighting back. Pg 513

Ser Lorent Marbrand, Lord Commander of the Queen's guard died in flea bottom. Ser Glendon Goode rescues his body. Pg 513

By evenfall, Rhaenyra is beset on all sides. Mushroom says Rhaenyra wept at Ser Lorent's death, raged at Maidenpool turning, Nettles escaping, and Daemon's betrayal, and trembled when Mysaria said the next night would be worse. Mushroom says the men attending her slowly left or were dismissed until only Mushroom and Rhaenyra's sons remained. She calls Mushroom loyal and he says he rather be her consort which makes her laugh. Pg 513

Munkun says Rhaenyra swung from rage to despair and back, cutting herself on the Iron Throne. Pg 513

Rhaenyra names Ser Balon Byrch commander of the goldcloaks, sends ravens to Winterfell and the Eyrie to ask for aid, orders a detaining order on the Mootons, and names Ser Glendon Goode Lord Commander of the Queensguard. Pg 514

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Rhaenyra: swings between rage and tears but is able to order new appointments and next steps.

Kings Landing the Last Day

Eustace and Munkun say that on the Last Day, Aegon the Younger stays at his mother's side and Jeoffrey wishes to fight on his dragon. Pg 514

The sex workers bestow their favor on any man who swears his sword to Gaemon Palehair. Ser Perkin has his knights feast on stolen food and then march along the riverfront. Wat the Tanner leads his mob against the Gate of the Gods and breaks through and towards an unknown direction under Bartimos Celtigar's rotting head. Pg 514

The Kings Gate garrison flees and the Lion Gates garrison joins the mobs, leaving three of the seven gates open to Kings Landing. Pg 514-5

The Shepherd reemerged and continued preaching against Rhaenyra. Eustace says the crowd was twice as large and thrice as fearful as the night before. The Shepherd rallied the crowd against the dragons and marched on the Dragon Pit. When the mob reaches the dragon pit, they are 20 thousand strong. Pg 514-6

Mushroom watches the attack unfold alongside Rhaenyra, Aegon the younger, and Joffrey. Rhaenyra sends riders to Ser Balon at the Old Gate and Ser Garth at the Dragon Gate to stop the Shepherd and defend the dragons but only the messenger to the Dragon Gate arrives. Jeoffrey pleads to go leave and defend the dragons which Rhaenyra forbids. Mushroom says something siding with Joffrey and is told to hold his tongue by Rhaenyra leading to Mushroom not saying anything when Jeoffrey sneaks out. Pg 516

Joffrey takes off on Syrax for the dragon pit without a saddle or whip. Rhaenyra commands men to ride after him. Munkun says these were men of honor, Eustace says they were moved by Rhaenyra's love for her son, and Mushroom says they were idiots looking for a reward and not caring if they died. Pg 516-7

The Seven Who Rode: Ser Medrick Manderly heir to white harbor, Ser Loreth Landsdale and Ser Harrold Darke of the Queensguard, Ser Harmon 'Iron-Banger' of the Reeds, Ser Gyles Yronwood exiled knight from Dorne, Ser Willam Royce, and Ser Glendon Goode Lord Commander of the Queensguard. Pg 517

Syrax throws Jeoffrey off her back and he falls. Rumors say that Jeoffrey died in the arms of a girl named Robin, a candlemaker's daughter. The mob quickly strips Jeoffrey of all possessions and tears his body apart. The seven who rode fight with the mob over Joffrey's body. The seven protect his body but Willam Royce, Gyles Yronwood, and Glendon Goode die. Pg 517-9

Dragon Gate gold cloaks retreat from the mob. The Dragonkeepers try to hold off the mob but are slaughtered. Shrykos is slain by Hobb the Hewer. Morghul was killed by the Burning Knight. Tyraxes tried to retreat into his layer but the Shepherd directs the mob through the back to kill him. Dreamfyre fights and breaks the Dragon pit dome, killing her and the multiple dragonslayers. Pg 520-522

The Shepherd next directs the mob to kill Syrax who lands to feats on the burned corpses. Munkun says Hobb the Hewer killed her, but the book says this is most likely a mix-up with Shrykos' death. Some says a blood-soaked giant leapt from the broken dome. Others say a knight named Ser Warrick Wheaton slashed off Syrax's wing with a Valyrian steel sword, most likely Lamentations taken from Willam Royce. A crossbowman named Bean claims to have landed the killing blow. The most common which Eustace and the singers tell is that the Shepherd killed Syrax. Pg 522-525

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Aegon: Seldom speaks and is always at his mother's side.

Joffrey: Wishes to fight for his mother on dragon's back like his brothers did. Goes against his mother's wishes and takes off on Syrax, leading to his death. His last words are 'Mother forgive me' though praying to his own mother or the Mother is unknown.

Rhaenyra: forbids Jeoffrey from fighting after the death of Jace and Luke. Holds Aegon the Younger close, refusing to let go after Joffrey's death.

Mushroom: very petty as he does not warn Rhaenyra of Joffrey sneaking off after she told him to shut up.

Kings Landing The Day after The Last Day

Rhaenyra flees the city at dawn through the Dragon Gate (This might be a mistake as the Iron Gate is closer and had order restored by Medrick Manderly). planning to move up the coast to Duskendale. She leaves with the Manderly brothers, four surviving Queensguards, Ser Balon Byrch and twenty gold cloaks, four of her handmaidens, and her last son Aegon. Pg 525

Garth the Harlip is given guard over the Dragon Gate to protect the city. He turns it over to Ser Perkin the Flea in hopes of mercy only to be executed along with twenty other knights, Ser Harmon of the Reeds amongst them. Lady Mysaria is whipped through the city from the Red Keep to the Gate of the Gods, dying halfway through the march. Pg 525-6

Eustace is spared as Perkin did not wish to anger the faith. He also frees all the prisoners in the cells including Grand Maester Orwyle, Lord Corlys Velaryon, and Tyland Lannister who was left blinded, without his fingernails and toenails, no ears, and without his manhood by Rhaenyra's torturers. The three along with Alicent Hightower watch as Ser Trystane takes the iron throne. Larys Strong emerges and is treated warmly by Perkin and takes a seat next to Trystane. Pg 526

Munkun says that the Moon of the Three Kings was a time of chaos. though the shepherd never claimed kingship. The Shepherd preached against the highborn and wealthy, saying only the poor and humble were safe, the crowd grew smaller each night. Gaemon Palehair rules fromVisenya's Hill and issues progressive reforms. Mushroom says these come from the Dornish sex worker named Sylvenna Sand who was the paramour of Gaemon's mother Essie. Trystane repeals unpopular taxes and opens up the Kingswood to the hungry. Ser Perkin says over the Goldcloaks to control four of the seven gates. Pg 526-8

The smallfolk slowly turn away from the Shepherd and look towards Trystane Truefyre for leadership. Pg 528

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Rhaenyra: Is ashen and inconsolable after the death of Joffrey and Syrax.

Larys Strong: friendly with Ser Perkin, showing he might have planned Trystane's rise.

Tumbleton

The young lords are anxious to take Kings Landing including Ser Jon Roxton, Ser Roger Corne, and Lord Unwin Peake while Ser Hobert Hightower urges caution. Pg 528

The question of who is now king is raised with Aemond dead and Aegon missing. Daeron stood in line as either King of Prince of Dragonstone but Hugh Hammer wished to be king. Ser Roger Corne knocks a crown off Hugh's head and is killed by Hugh hammering three horseshoes into his skull. Three men died and a dozen were wounded when knives were drawn between Hugh's men and Corne's friends. Pg 528-9

Lord Unwin Peake and Hobert Hightower met with eleven other lords and knights to discuss what to do about Ulf and Hugh in the cellar of a Tumbleton inn. The conspirators decide to kill Hugh first then Ulf and have the bravest men claim their dragons. The Caltrops have Lord Owen Fossoway fetch Daeron who approves of the plot with his seal. Pg 530 (reference to the conspirators against Julius Ceasar? arguments over honor and what will be done with armies/dragons)

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Daeron: Once gentle prince eagerly affixes his seal to Hugh and Ulf's execution warrants.

Second Battle of Tumbleton 2 days later

Addam attacks Tumbleton on Seasmoke. The singers say he took council on the Isle of Faces from the Greenmen. Other sources say he gathered an army from castles still loyal to Rhaenyra in the Riverlands. Most likely threatened lords by making their keep another Tumbleton to get an army of around four thousand. Pg 531

Addam gets Elmo Tully to join the war. He fathers Sabithat Frey, Hous Vypren, Lords Stanton Piper, Joseth Smallwood, Derrick Darry, Lyonel Debbings, and Hugo Vance with Black Trombo. Pg 531

Addam attacks at night, his men cutting down the Green soldiers. Any building spared after the first battle is burned. Ulf was in a drunken sleep in a tavern. Hugh tried to mount Vermithor to fight but was cut down by Jon Roxton only for Hugh's men to kill him. The best-known claim of Prince Daeron's death is that he was killed by a Myrish sellsword smashing his face in with a morningstar. Another claim is that he was killed by a man at arms with a sword. Munkun says he died in his burning pavilion. Pg 532-3

Tessarion and Seasmoke fight in what is described as both a mating dance and battle. Vermithor rises to fight but is slammed into by Seasmoke and Tessarion joins in the fight, although it is not clear on which side. Vermithor rips SeaSmoke's head off and tried to take off but his wings were too damaged and he collapsed and died. Tessarion survives till dawn when Benjicot orders a longbowman, known as Billy Burley, to put her out of her misery. Pg 534- 536

The rivermen are unable to take Tumbleton and retreat back into the hills, bringing Addam Velaryon's dead body with them. Pg 536

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Addam of Hull: Relentless and determined and glib of tongue.

Tumbleton The Day After the Battle

Silverwing is the only dragon to survive, flying over the battlefield. The singers say thrice she tried to lift Vermithor to get him to fly. Pg 536-8

Eight of the thirteen Caltrops are dead. When Ulf wakes, he says he's the only dragon rider left and will take the throne. Pg 538

Hobert Hightower invites Ulf for drinks to discuss the upcoming plans. He planned to drink Dornish red and have Ulf drink Arbor gold only for Ulf to realize his deception and insist they both drink the Arbor gold. Hobert Hightower instead of betraying his fellow Caltrops, drank the wine and asked for more. Ulf drank the poisoned wine and fell asleep never to wake. Hobert tried to throw up the wine but his heart stopped. (princes and the bride reference? Is only Hobert micro dosed poison) Pg 538-9

Unwin offers a thousand gold dragons to whoever can mount Silverwing. Two men die and the third backs down. Unwin Peake calls a retreat. Pg 539

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Ulf the White: Decides he'll take the throne now. Is smart enough to notice Hobert's nervousness but is true to his word or too drunk to care.

The Crownland Coast

Rhaenyra faces hardship on her way to Duskendale. At Rosby, the young Rosby woman whose claim was passed over was denied entrance to her. At Stokeworth, the Castellan granted hospitality but only for one night. On the road, they are attacked by broken men where Ser Balon Byrch is killed and Ser Lyonel Bently is mortally injured and dies the next day. Pg 539

The widow of Lord Gunthor Darklyn, Lady Meredyth, was not pleased to see Rhaenyra after the death of her husband and his uncle in her service. Ser Harrold Darke persuades her to let the queen in only if she does not stay long. Pg 539-40

Rhaenyra sends three ravens to Gerardys on Dragonstone but does not hear back, making her question his loyalty again. Cregan Stark and Jeyne Arryn promise to send support but each has reasons their forces are delayed. Pg 540

Rhaenyra sells her crown for passage on a Braavosi merchant ship to Dragonstone. Her allies try to persuade her to go to the Eyrie or White Harbor but she insists on Dragonstone to get another dragon. Pg 540-1

Rhaenyra avoids Corly's Velaryon's warships. Pg 541

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Rhaenyra: walks the castle battlements of Dun Fort, falling deeper into despair. She keeps Aegon the Younger with her at all times.

Dragonstone 22nd day 10th moon 130th year

Rhaenyra docks at Dragonstone and is met by an escort commanded by Ser Alfred Broome and forty men. Rhaenyra asks where Ser Robert Quince, the Castellan, was only for Alfred to say they'd see him soon. They find Robert's charred corpse hanging from the battlements of the gatehouse along with the bodies of the steward, captain of the guard, master at arms, and the head and upper torso of Grand Maester Gerardys. Pg 541-2

Broome's men seize Rhaenyra, Aegon, and her ladies, killing the last of her guards. They were marched to the castle ward where they came face to face with Aegon II and Sunfyre. Pg 542

Munkun, based largely on Grand Maester Orwyle's account, says the Larys Strong spirited the king and his children out of the city through secret passages of Maegor the Cruel. He had a bastard knight take Aegon to Dragonstone on a skiff. Sunfyre was drawn to Dragonstone, Eustace suggests that he sensed Aegon's desperate need. Tom Tangletounge plied the Volantenes sailors to discern that it was Sunfyre and not the Cannibal who killed Greyghost. He then delivered Aegon and Ser Marston to Sunfyre's lair. Aegon took flight each morning while the two Toms and Marston found allies on Dragon Stone. Pg 542-4

The Fall of Dragon Stone took less than an hour with Broome leading men to open the gates to allow the two Toms and Marston to slip in. They kill Gerardys, and Robert, seize the master at arms and guardsmen, and seize the armory. They try to seize Baela but she slips out and saddles up Moondancer. Pg 545

When Aegon II comes to land, Baela attacks him and Sunfyre on Moondancer. The two latch onto each other and fall to the ground where Moondancer dies and Sunfyre tries to fly but fails. Aegon jumped from Sunfyre's saddle, shattering his legs. Baela stayed on Moondancer till she hit the ground and pulled herself away, burned and battered. Alfred Broome moves to slay Baela but is stopped by Marston Waters and Baela is brought to the maesters by Tom Tangleton. Pg 545-8

According to Eustace, Rhaenyra laughed when she saw Sunfyre and sought to reward who did it. Mushroom says she only asked 'How has it come to this' Pg 548

Aegon has Rhaenyra killed by Sunfyre. Alfred Broome has to cut her breast to get Sunfyre to kill her. Eustace says it only took six bites, leaving only her left leg. Elinda Massey supposedly gouged out her own eyes at the sight. Pg 550

Alfred Broome argues for killing Prince Aegon but King Aegon forbids it, deciding to use him as a hostage. Prince Aegon is shackled and held in the prisons under Dragonstone. Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting are held in cells in Sea Dragon Tower. Pg 550-1

Aegon sends ravens declaring that the pretender is dead and that he is coming home to reclaim his father's seat. Pg 551

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Baela: As fearless as her father, attacking Aegon straight on despite never fighting before this.

Aegon: refuses to take milk of the poppy from Maester Gerardys, not trusting him and not wanting to 'walk that path again.'

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