#Manfryd Mooton

[ride-thedragon]

The worst part about the Daemon is Nettles' dad claims isn't that it was made absent-mindedly to deter from a clear narrative point for them but that there are way better candidates than Daemon, Never Rational, Strangely Incestuous, Targaryen for the place of her father.

Corlys Velayron: Actually voiced an opinion in favor of her during the determining of her treason, in the same breath as his legal heir.

Manfryd Mooton: Defies his queen in favor of keeping her safe, twice, and changes factions in their absence.

Ser Florian: "The girl is a child, however foul her treason." That's father for any who question it. That's his baby girl no matter how long he looks at her and her activities.

Y'all don't care about her or her developing relationships with these men. Y'all just want Daemon to be good by weird standards, and I won't stand for it. Send him back home to his children, I'm tired of the pandering.

Also, cut the Nettles is a bastard of ------ nonsense. I'm tired, and it's contrived.

[stromuprisahat]

Daemon Targaryen returned to the castle just long enough to break his fast with Lord Mooton. “This is the last that you will see of me,” he told his lordship. “I thank you for your hospitality. Let it be known through all your lands that I fly for Harrenhal. If my nephew Aemond dares face me, he shall find me there, alone.”

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

She sees much and more, my Alys. 

- Aemond at Harrenhall

I bet she does. I bet her friends from Maidenpool sent her memo.

[studyofasoiaf]

Names used in the Riverlands

(according to books; names of characters from houses in the Riverlands)

next to the names are either houses which have a character/s with that name or culture of the character/s with that name

Female

Agnes (Blackwood)

Alys (Frey, Harroway)

Alyssa (Blackwood)

Alysanne (Blackwood, Bracken)

Alyx (Frey)

Amerei (Frey)

Arwyn (Frey)

Barba (Bracken)

Barbara (Bracken)

Beatrice (Buttterwell)

Bellena (Hawick)

Betha (Blackwood)

Bethany (Blackwood, Bracken)

Bess (Bracken)

Carellan (Smallwood)

Catelyn (Bracken, Tully)

Celia (Tully)

Cersei (Frey)

Cynthea (Frey)

Danelle (Lothston)

Darla (Deddings)

Della (Frey)

Eleanor (Mooton)

Elyana (Vypren)

Emberlei (Frey)

Emphyria (Vance)

Gwenys (Riverman)

Hanna (Harroway)

Hostella (Frey)

Jayne (Bracken)

Jeyne (Darry, Goodbrook, Harroway, Lothston, Mooton, Smallwood)

Jirelle (Mooton)

Joyeuse (Erenford)

Jyanna (Frey)

Kyra (Frey)

Leana (Frey)

Liane (Vance)

Lysa (Tully)

Lythene (Frey)

Maegelle (Frey)

Marianne (Vance)

Mariya (Darry)

Marissa (Frey)

Melantha (Blackwood)

Melissa (Blackwood)

Mellara (Riverman)

Melony (Piper)

Merianne (Frey)

Minisa (Whent)

Morya (Frey)

Mya (Riverman)

Perra (Frey)

Perriane (Frey)

Rhialta (Vance)

Ryella (Frey)

Sabitha (Vypren)

Sallei (Paege)

Sarra (Frey)

Sarya (Whent)

Serra (Frey)

Shella (Whent)

Shiera (Blackwood)

Shirei (Frey)

Sylwa (Paege)

Tysane (Frey)

Tyta (Frey)

Walda (Frey)

Wynafrei (Whent)

Zhoe (Blanetree)

Zia (Frey)

Male

Addam (Frey)

Aegor (Riverman)

Aegon (Frey)

Aegor (Riverman)

Aemon (Riverman)

Aenys (Frey)

Alesander (Frey)

Alton (Butterwell)

Alyn (Blackwood, Frey, Haigh, Terrick)

Ambrose (Butterwell)

Amos (Bracken)

Andrey (Charlton)

Androw (Frey)

Armistead (Vance)

Arwood (Frey)

Axel (Tully)

Benedict (Justman)

Benfred (Frey)

Benjicot (Blackwood)

Bennifer (Blackwood)

Bernarr (Justman)

Bradamar (Frey)

Bryan (Frey)

Brynden (Blackwood, Tully)

Bywin (Strong)

Clarence (Charlton)

Clement (Piper)

Cleos (Frey)

Colmar (Frey)

Dafyn (Vance)

Damon (Darry, Paege, Teague, Vypren)

Danwell (Frey)

Darnold (Darry)

Davos (Deddings)

Denys (Mallister, Strong)

Deremond (Darry)

Derrick (Darry)

Desmond (Darry, Grell, Mallister)

Dickon (Frey)

Donnel (Haigh)

Duncan (Strong)

Edmund (Blackwood)

Edmure (Frey, Tully)

Edmyn (Tully)

Edwyn (Frey)

Ellery (Vance)

Elmar (Frey)

Elmo (Tully)

Elston (Tully)

Emmon (Frey)

Florian (Mooton)

Franklyn (Frey)

Gargon (Qoherys)

Garibald (Grey)

Garrett (Paege)

Garse (Goodbrook)

Geremy (Frey)

Grover (Tully)

Guy (Lothston)

Halmon (Paege)

Harbert (Paege)

Harry (Riverman)

Harwin (Strong)

Harys (Haigh)

Hollis (Teague)

Horas (Harroway)

Hosteen (Frey)

Hoster (Blackwood, Frey, Tully)

Hugo (Vance)

Humfrey (Bracken, Teague)

Jaime (Frey)

Jammos (Frey)

Jared (Frey)

Jason (Mallister)

Jeffory (Mallister)

John (Mudd)

Jon (Charlton, Lothston, Lychester, Mooton, Piper, Vance)

Jonah (Mooton)

Jonos (Bracken, Frey)

Jonothor (Darry)

Jorah (Mallister)

Jordan (Towers)

Joseth (Mallister, Smallwood)

Karyl (Vance)

Kermit (Tully)

Kirth (Vance)

Larys (Strong)

Leslyn (Haigh)

Lewys (Piper)

Lorimas (Mudd)

Lothar (Bracken, Frey)

Lucamore (Strong)

Lucas (Blackwood, Harroway, Lothston, Nayland, Roote)

Luceon (Frey)

Lucias (Vypren)

Lucifer (Justman)

Lyle (Riverman)

Lyman (Darry)

Lymond (Fisher, Goodbrook, Lychester, Mallister)

Lyonel (Frey, Strong)

Maegor (Towers)

Malwyn (Frey)

Manfred (Lothston)

Manfryd (Lothston)

Martyn (Riverman)

Marq (Mudd, Piper)

Medgar (Tully)

Melwys (Frey)

Merrett (Frey)

Myles (Mooton, Smallwood)

Norbert (Vance)

Olyver (Bracken)

Oscar (Tully)

Osmund (Frey, Strong)

Oswald (Wode)

Oswell (Whent)

Patrek (Mallister, Vance)

Perwyn (Frey)

Petyr (Frey, Mallister, Piper)

Prentys (Tully)

Quenton (Qoherys)

Quincy (Cox)

Quentyn (Blackwood)

Raylon (Bracken)

Raymond (Nayland)

Raymun (Darry)

Rhaegar (Frey)

Richard (Roote)

Robb (Riverman)

Robert (Blackwood, Frey, Paege, Strong, Vance)

Robin (Ryger)

Roderick (Blackwood)

Roger (Blackwood)

Roland (Blackwood, Darry)

Ronald (Vance)

Ronel (Riverman)

Ronnel (Vance)

Royce (Blackwood)

Ryger (Riverman)

Ryman (Frey)

Samwell (Blackwood)

Simon (Strong)

Stanton (Piper)

Steffon (Frey)

Stevron (Frey)

Symond (Frey)

Theo (Charlton, Frey, Teague)

Theomar (Smallwood)

Thoren (Smallwood)

Tion (Frey)

Torrence (Teague)

Tristan (Mudd, Ryger, Vance)

Tristifer (Mudd, Wayn)

Tommen (Tully)

Tytos (Blackwood, Frey)

Tywin (Frey)

Utherydes (Wayn)

Vorian (Vypren)

Walder (Frey, Goodbrook, Haigh, Vance)

Walter (Whent)

Walton (Frey, Towers)

Waltyr (Frey)

Walys (Mooton)

Wendel (Frey)

Willamen (Frey)

William (Mooton)

Willem (Darry, Frey)

Willis (Wode)

Zachery (Frey)

[kckt88]

Take My Breath Away I

Summary:

The Dance of the Dragons is over and the Greens have emerged victorious.

A broken King sits the Iron Throne and in order to secure the succession, the last living daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen is summoned to the Red Keep to do her duty to the realm and provide the King with an heir by marrying her Uncle Aemond Targaryen.

Vaeryna answers the summons and willingly marries the man responsible for the deaths of her brother and father, but what are her motives for doing so and what other secrets is Vaeryna hiding?

Warning(s): Swearing, Angst, Mentions of Death.

Word Count: 3117

GREENS WIN - SLOW BURN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

"With the King no longer able to sire children, an heir must be provided by other means."

"-And what means are those, Lord Westerling?" asked Aemond narrowing his eye.

"Vaeryna Targaryen"

"The girl is a bastard" sneered Manfryd Mooton.

“A bastard she may be, but she is the only living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, her Valyrian blood is valuable” said Alicent firmly.

“If she were to marry Aemond and grant him a son, the boy could be named heir to the Iron Throne, we could also betroth him to Jaehaera, and secure the succession of the one true King” said Larys.

“There have also been rumours that Rhaenyra’s last act was to betroth her daughter, to Cregan Stark. We cannot allow that marriage to take place. There are still remnants that are loyal to Rhaenyra, we cannot have them and the entire North conspiring to put Vaeryna on the Iron Throne. The seven kingdoms cannot survive another war” exclaimed Alicent as she picked at her fingers.

“Where is the Princess now?” asked Aegon, grimacing in pain as he shifted in his chair.

“In the Vale with her Cannibal” replied Larys.

“Bit odd isn’t it. That Rhaenyra’s biggest asset in the war was sent away to the Vale”.

“Mayhaps, she thought to keep the girl safe” said Alicent.

Aegon sat silent at the head of the table, it was true that he could no longer sire babes and his only surviving child was his daughter Jaehaera.

He was the King, and he was without an heir.

Whilst indeed there were people who called him King, there were still those that called him usurper.

His claim to the Iron Throne was on shaky ground, and with no male heir, he was at risk.

If Vaeryna was their only salvation, then so be it. Bastard or not.

“Send a raven to the Vale, inform the Princess of her betrothal to my brother Prince Aemond and that her King commands her to come to Kings Landing by weeks end” ordered Aegon.

“Is he actually serious?” raged Jeyne.

“Is who serious?” asked Cregan furrowing his brow.

“That usurper cunt that sit’s on the Iron Throne, he has summoned Vaeryna to Kings Landing” retorted Jeyne angrily.

“For what purpose?”

“He has betrothed Vaeryna to the kinslayer” snarled Jeyne.

“Has he lost his wits?” said Cregan aghast.

“The rumours of the Kings inability to sire more children has proven true, his only remaining child is a girl. Obviously, he cannot name her heir lest he be labelled a hypocrite. So, his only option is to have his brother marry and produce a son that will be named heir” replied Vaeryna.

“He summons you to Kings Landing to be a broodmare for the kinslayer?”

“It’s an outrage. It’s a scandal” snarled Jeyne as she quickly downed a cup of wine.

“They know their grip on the throne hangs by a thread, I am the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, they can’t risk me marrying elsewhere, lest my lord husband develop the idea of putting me on the throne” replied Vaeryna.

“Which is exactly where you should be. Your mother was the rightful Queen, you are her heir. It should be you sitting on the Iron Throne” stated Cregan, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Maybe in another life, but this is the one we currently live. I cannot ignore a summons from the King��� muttered Vaeryna.

“Your not actually considering this?” gasped Jeyne.

“What other choice do I have? I can’t exactly ignore it. Sooner or later, they will come for me, I do not wish for either of you to suffer for my ignorance and I cannot risk them discovering that-“

“-I understand your reason Princess but to marry the kinslayer, to lay with him and birth his children, it is too great a sacrifice,” said Jeyne.

“You above all know what I promised my mother, and If marrying a kinslayer is the only way, then I will do what I must” replied Vaeryna firmly.

“Surely there has to be another way” exclaimed Jeyne.

“Princess-“ muttered Cregan sadly.

“I know that I have no right to ask this, but please Cregan would you-” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“-I swore an oath to your mother, and now that oath extends to you” replied Cregan.

“Both of you have my eternal gratitude. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me and-” said Vaeryna sadly.

“-We but do our duty to you sweet Princess. If ever you have need of us. All you need to do is ask” said Jeyne softly.

Vaeryna stared at her Cannibal and took a deep breath, the time had come for her to bid farewell to the peace and serenity of the Vale and travel to Kings Landing.

Cregan had already left the Vale earlier in that morning, wanting to get back Winterfell as quick as possible. Their farewell had been bittersweet. Whilst her mother had expressed a desire to see her married to the Lord of Winterfell, nothing official had been declared, not that it mattered anyway as no doubt the King wouldn’t have given his blessing.

Vaeryna was sure she would have been happy married to Cregan, but she wasn’t so sure that her Cannibal would enjoy the snow.

So with a heavy heart, Vaeryna bid farewell to the Lord of Winterfell and pressed a gentle kiss to the forehead of the small hooded figure hidden in Cregan's fur lined cloak.

Saying goodbye to Jeyne was hard. Vaeryna had been sent to the Vale at the start of the war and Jeyne had provided much comfort when all the only news they received was that of death and destruction.

After giving Jeyne one last hug, Vaeryna climbed on the back of her Cannibal and took to the skies, heading away from the Vale towards Kings Landing.

One she was air borne, Vaeryna couldn’t help but think about Aemond. From the sweet shy boy, he was, to the kinslayer he became.

News would often reach the Vale of Aemond’s exploits at Harrenhal and his burning of the Riverlands and Vaeryna would despair as countless innocents had lost their lives to Vhagar’s flames. But for his crimes Aemond suffered, as his witch whore was captured and executed by Sabitha Fey after she had seized control of Harrenhal.

Aemond didn’t have much time to grieve for his fallen witch as he faced her father in a dragon battle above the gods eye not long after and when he emerged triumphant, he had returned to Kings Landing to revel in his victory.

A few hours later, Kings Landing appeared on the horizon and Vaeryna couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive. Of course, she was expected to marry Aemond and birth his babes, but how would she be treated outside of their need for her.

She would be hidden and patient, she was the daughter of the Rogue Prince, she was blood of the dragon and she had made a promise to her mother, and by the gods of old Valyria she would see it kept.

If she was blessed with a son, he would be named heir, her blood would one day sit the Iron Throne, her mothers blood, her father’s blood. All was not lost.

Once Vaeryna arrived in Kings Landing, she had Cannibal circle the Red Keep a couple of times before he landed with a colossal thud on the stone walls that surrounded the castle. Announcing his arrival with a thunderous roar, Cannibal manoeuvred himself off the wall and lowered himself to the ground.

After taking a moment to gather her bags that were attached to Cannibal, Vaeryna elegantly moved off Cannibals back and descended down the wing that he’d pressed against the ground.

Cannibal lingered by her side for a moment, observing the two guards that had appeared at the entrance to the castle. His low rumbling growls echoing around the courtyard.

“It’s ok my sweet” urged Vaeryna as she ran her hand along Cannibals scaly neck.

Cannibal who was still hesitant to leave her side, bared his teeth as the guards moved closer.

“I’m fine, they are merely escorts. Go hunt and find a place to rest. I will see you soon” said Vaeryna as she pressed a quick kiss to Cannibal’s snout.

Cannibal trilled as he nudged her gently, lingering at her side for a few moments longer before he opened his large wings and took off from the ground with a huge gust of wind.

Vaeryna held her satchel close as the guards slowly approached her.

“Princess Vaeryna. Welcome to Kings Landing. Allow us to escort you to the King”.

“Thank you” replied Vaeryna.

Vaeryna silently followed the guards as they walked through the Red Keep. Ignoring the curious looks of the maids and servants as she went passed.

Eventually the guards came to a stop in front of a large ornate wooden door. The Throne Room.

The great doors opened and Vaeryna steeled herself for what she was about to face.

“Princess Vaeryna, of house Targaryen”

After she was announced Vaeryna walked into the Throne Room, her fingers clutching her satchel tightly.

Ignoring the whispers of those loyal to the King as she passed.

What a sight she must have made, dressed in her riding leathers, her long silver hair twisted into many elaborate braids that Visenya herself once favoured. Her red and black sash that represented her house and her dragon draped over her shoulder, the silver dragon chain that crossed from her shoulder to her waist twinkling in the light with every step she took.

“Welcome to Kings Landing Princess, I trust that you agree to the terms that were presented too you?” asked Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace”.

“Very well, you shall wed my brother Prince Aemond within a month, I suggest you both use that time to get to know one another” said Aegon.

“As you wish” replied Vaeryna as she stared at the King, he looked so small sitting upon the Iron Throne, the blades of Aegon the conquerors fallen enemies looked like a twisted and gnarled hand that had sunk it’s claws into the usurper’s back and wouldn’t let go.

“Temporary chambers have been assigned to you for now, but I think it’s for the best that once you and my brother are wed, that you share chambers. To increase the chances of producing children of course” said Aegon firmly, ignoring his mother who tutted.

“Yes, Your Grace” muttered Vaeryna.

“I will also assign Ser Arryk to be your personal guard” spoke Aegon.

Vaeryna look at Ser Arryk who gave her a courteous nod before he resumed his post at the foot of the Iron Throne.

“I will expect your attendance at dinner every night” ordered Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace” replied Vaeryna. She figured it was for the best that she keeps her answers short and polite.

No matter what she thought of his crowning or who was the rightful heir, which was her mother, it wouldn’t do well to anger the King.

“Is there anything you wish to request in return for your acceptance of my terms?” asked Aegon curiously.

“Only that I be allowed to see my Cannibal as often as I desire” replied Vaeryna.

“You could ask your King for anything, yet that is your only request?” inquired Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace. I don’t require anything else” muttered Vaeryna, making the mistake of looking at Aemond who seemed to be eyeing her intently.

His arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and firm. But it was the glint of silver at his hip that suddenly caught her attention.

Dark Sister, her father’s Valyrian steel sword.

Aemond followed her gaze and he smiled, wrapping his hand around the pommel of the sword.

Vaeryna’s lip curled in disgust, her hands clenched the material of her satchel so tight it began to rip.

It was only Aegon’s voice that broke her out of her anger induced haze.

“Very well. I grant your request. You may see your dragon whenever you wish”.

“Gratitude Your Grace” replied Vaeryna bowing slightly.

“I will have Ser Arryk escort you to your chambers so that you may bathe and get settled, I will see you at dinner” said Aegon firmly.

After she had changed out of her riding leathers and bathed. Vaeryna decided to pass the time by making sure her things were unpacked and placed exactly where she wanted them. Not like she brought many of her things with her anyway.

A few dresses, and books and her most prized possessions that she kept in a small, locked box; a seahorse pendant that Luke had given her just before he died, her mother’s Valyrian steel necklace, one of her father’s rings, a few scraps of parchment that Aegon and Viserys had drawn on, some dried flower petals and letters from Jace.

Vaeryna unfurled one of the letters and smiled as she read Jace’s messy looping swirls.

‘Issa gevie zaldrīzes’ (My beautiful dragon).

Jace wasn’t as proficient in high Valyrian as she was. He kept putting it off, until he gave in and ended up learning with Maester Gerardys.  

When her mother had married her father, after the incident on Driftmark. Daemon had insisted on teaching her himself.

It was his way of making up for not being there for her when she was born. By that time, he was living in Pentos and married to the Lady Laena.

Her father wasn’t a bad man, not really. He didn’t want power. He didn’t want the throne as so many others believed. He just wanted to be with family. To be important.

Vaeryna shook her head and continued to read.

‘ēva istan hēnkirī arlī’ (Until were together again).

A solitary tear slipped down Vaeryna’s cheek as she read the rest of Jace’s letter.

She would never admit it out loud. But deep in the depths of her mind, she missed him the most.

His deep brown eyes, his cheeky smile, and the way he would always make her laugh.

She even missed that god awful haircut that he’d given himself. He’d sheared off his beautiful dark curly locks just before they’d travelled to Kings Landing to defend Luke’s claim as heir to Driftmark.

Suddenly a knock at the door broke her out of her reverie. It was a maid informing her that dinner was ready.

Vaeryna silently followed the maid down the corridor. The only sound was the slap of her shoes against the stone floor and of course the clanging of Ser Arryk’s armour as he followed.

“Princess Vaeryna. Your Grace” said the maid after she had opened the large wooden door.

Vaeryna took a deep breath and entered the dining room. Sitting at the long table was Aegon, Aemond and Alicent.

The dowager Queen’s loyal dog and former hand of the King Ser Criston lingered in the corner.

“Welcome Princess. Pease come in” said Alicent smiling.

Vaeryna nodded slightly and slowly approached the table, suddenly becoming very aware of everyone staring at her.

“Perhaps an introduction-” suggested Alicent nudging Aemond who rose from his seat, he was much taller up close, his body lean and covered with leather, his features were sharp yet perfect that his face looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves.

His long silver hair tied back, the scar that bisected the left side of his face only added to his allure, his missing eye covered by an eyepatch.

Never had Vaeryna seen a man so handsome, just a shame he was a kinslayer and a loathsome cunt.

“-I have no need to be introduced. I’m well aware of who my uncle Aemond is and what he is” retorted Vaeryna as she took a seat.

Aemond scowled at her before he resumed his seat, glaring at Aegon who scoffed loudly.

“As the King said. Your courtship period with Aemond will last approximately one moon, after that the two of you will marry in the sept under the faith of the seven” said Alicent sternly.

“Of course,” whispered Vaeryna, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“You will be expected to be virtuous, chaste and do your duty as a wife and only bear my son’s children”.

Vaeryna of course picked up on Alicent’s thinly veiled dig at her mother, and obviously Alicent was waiting for her response as she stared her pointedly.

“I’m well aware of my duty Your Grace. Despite what you all may think, I have no such desire to sully myself or my husband by birthing bastards” muttered Vaeryna, looking at Aemond who was smirking.

“Pretty words Princess. Surely you can understand my reluctance to believe such things”.

“I honestly don’t care what you believe” shrugged Vaeryna.

“You will show respect to the dowager Queen” snapped Ser Criston.

“I only show respect to those who respect me” replied Vaeryna.

“You have given me no reason to respect you-”.

“-Neither have you” retorted Vaeryna.

“Mayhaps we should start this conversation again?” suggested Alicent.

“You talk about the importance of my virtue and purity, yet it was your own son who was involved with that Riverlands bastard” said Vaeryna.

“He didn’t-“ muttered Alicent glancing at Aemond who lowered his head slightly.

“-Apologise, but there is no point in denying it. Everyone from Storms End to the wall knew of your favourite sons frequent visits to Alys Rivers bed” replied Vaeryna.

“Don’t you-” warned Aemond.

“-Seems as though she had quite the fondness for Targaryen’s, as my father also enjoyed her company during his time at Harrenhal” said Vaeryna smirking.

“That’s not-“ exclaimed Aemond his eye wide.

“-What true? Of course, it is. Surely you didn’t think you were that special. I must admit it’s quite poetic, isn’t it? Given your dislike of ‘strong bastards’. Yet you take one as your bed mate” retorted Vaeryna.

“That’s enough” warned Alicent.

"Boy it must really sting that when you were imprisoned, your precious son was far to busy getting his cock wet to even bother coming home to save you" said Vaeryna smirking.

"I said that's enough" exclaimed Alicent.

“Quite unfortunate that she died. As I dare say she would have given you your own little strong bastard eventually” retorted Vaeryna, looking over at Aegon who was sniggering into his cup of wine.

“You are excused. Return to your chambers. NOW” ordered Alicent as she slammed her hands down on the table.

“Your Grace” muttered Vaeryna bowing slightly to Aegon and then leaving the room with Ser Arryk.

“She should be punished-” snarled Criston.

“-For what? Telling the truth?” asked Aegon.

“Your Grace-“ muttered Alicent.

“-Oh, come on mother. We all know about Aemond’s little slip at Harrenhal, let’s not pretend otherwise” replied Aegon taking a sip of wine.

[bohemian-nights]

Nettles Week-Day 1: Favorite Romantic Pairing 🐑

Daemon Targaryen x Nettles (Dettles)

One hundred sixty leagues to the north, other dragons soared above the Trident, where Prince Daemon Targaryen and the small brown girl called Nettles were hunting Aemond One-Eye without success. They had based themselves at Maidenpool, at the invitation of Lord Manfryd Mooton, who lived in terror of Vhagar descending on his town.…. Her fires burned hot enough to melt stone, and neither Caraxes nor Sheepstealer could match her ferocity. Only together could they hope to withstand her. And so he kept the girl Nettles by his side, day and night, in sky and castle. Yet was fear of Vhagar the only reason Prince Daemon kept Nettles close to him? Mushroom would have us believe it was not. By the dwarf's account, Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl, and had taken her into his bed.

[qyburnsghost]

Lady Mysaria, once Daemon's paramour, fed Rhaenyra's growing distrust of the dragonseeds with rumors of Nettles and Daemon's relationship. Rhaenyra raged, declaring that Nettles had used spells to bond with Sheepstealer and to seduce her husband, and that Daemon could not be relied upon while in the girl's thrall. The queen sent a raven to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool, ordering him to deliver Nettles's head but not to do Daemon any harm, only to tell him to return to the capital. However, according to Maester Norren, Manfryd and his advisors, fearful of how Daemon slept beside Nettles, unwilling to kill a guest or a young girl (or two guests, to prevent Daemon from becoming enraged at the death of the girl he was "more than fond of" and taking out his wrath on Maidenpool), disobeyed the queen and followed Norren's advice to pretend that they had never received the letter. When Maester Norren informed Daemon that Rhaenyra had declared Nettles a traitor, Daemon recognized Mysaria's actions in Rhaenyra's words, and and thanked the maester for the warning, before he allowed Nettles to escape the next morning. It is unknown how the two spent their last night together, but at dawn Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. Nettles killed a large black ram and fed it to her dragon, then tearfully flew Sheepstealer into the morning mists of the Bay of Crabs. According to Norren, no word of farewell was spoken between Daemon and Nettles, but as Sheepstealer flew away, Caraxes let out a scream that shattered all the windows of Jonquil's Tower.

That same day, Daemon did not return to his wife in King's Landing, but publicly announced his departure for Harrenhal. He perished fighting Aemond in the Battle Above the Gods Eye. Since Daemon's body was never found in the Gods Eye, some songs claim that he survived the encounter and found his way back to Nettles.Rhaenyra was enraged by the disappearance of Nettles, and her husband's betrayal.

-ASOIAF Wiki

[jacaela]

🤡Ryan Condom: "We wanted it to be interesting, complex... not just a foregone conclusion," Condal continues. "We've set up Aemond as a human being who's had a tough life and has been bullied and lost an eye in the process, but we've also set him up as somebody who's smart and calculating. He's somebody who's capable of acting on impulse, but he doesn't feel like somebody who would go out and commit straight murder without thinking about it."

Fire and Blood:

in 110 AC, she bore him a second son, Aemond, who was saidto be half the size of his elder brother, but twice as fierce.

The Velaryon princelings were younger than Aemond — Jace was six, Luke five, Joff only threebut there were three of them, and they had armed themselves with wooden swords from the training yard. Now they fell on him with a fury. Aemond fought back, breaking Luke’s nose with a punch, then wrenching the sword from Joff’s hands and cracking it across the back of Jace’s head, driving him to his knees. As the younger boys scrambled back away from him, bloody and bruised, the prince began to mock them, laughing and calling them “the Strongs.”

Aemond commanded that Ser Simon be given a sword. “Let the gods decide if you speak truly,” he said. “If you are innocent, the Warrior will give you the strength to defeat me.” The duel that followed was utterly one-sided, all the accounts agree; the prince cut the old man to pieces, then fed his corpse to Vhagar. Nor did Ser Simon’s grandsons long outlive him. One by one, every man and boy with Strong blood in his veins was dragged forth and put to death, until the heap made of their heads stood three feet tall. Thus did the flower of House Strong, an ancient line of noble warriors boasting descent from the First Men, come to an ignoble endin the ward at Harrenhal. No trueborn Strong was spared, nor any bastard save…oddly…Alys Rivers. Though the wet nurse was twice his age (thrice, if we put our trust in Mushroom), Prince Aemond had taken her into his bed as a prize of war soon after taking Harrenhal, seemingly preferring her to all the other women of the castle, including many pretty maids of his own years.

One hundred sixty leagues to the north, other dragons soared above the Trident, where Prince Daemon Targaryen and the small brown girl called Nettles were hunting Aemond One-Eye without success. They had based themselves at Maidenpool, at the invitation of Lord Manfryd Mooton, who lived in terror of Vhagar descending on histown. Instead Prince Aemond struck at Stonyhead, in the foothills of the Mountains of the Moon; at Sweetwillow on the Green Fork and Sallydance on the Red Fork; he reduced Bowshot Bridge to embers, burned Old Ferry and Crone’s Mill, destroyed the motherhouse at Bechester, always vanishing back into the sky before the hunters could arrive. Vhagar never lingered, nor did the survivors oft agree on which way the dragon had flown.

[muadweeb]

im pretty sure ive made a post about this mf before but manfryd mooton is my favourite character in the dance of the dragons! this guy is literally the most pragmatic, realistic person EVER. he switched up like every single second, changing teams left and right according to whichever dragon landed on maidenpool. he is so very normal. he is just A Guy. also he has a fucking heart. he didn't just follow orders and kill an awesome child (nettles)...also he took like 6 singers (for entertainment) with him to return an elephant to the sealord of braavos on a diplomatic mission. relatable king.

[thesevenkingdomschroniclesrol]

Manfryd Mooton apoyó a los negros y a la reina Rhaenyra Targaryen durante la Danza de los Dragones. Se convirtió en Lord de Pozo de la Doncella cuando su hermano, Lord Walys Mooton , fue carbonizado mientras intentaba matar al dragón Fuego Solar.

Al escuchar que el príncipe Aemond Targaryen estaba arrasando las Tierras de los Ríos con Vhagar, Lord Manfryd envió mensajes urgentes a Rhaenyra.

El príncipe Daemon Targaryen y Ortiga, utilizaron como base Pozo de la Doncella para orquestar la defensa de los Ríos. Enterada de la relación que había surgido entre su esposo y Ortigas, la reina envió una carta al maestre Norren ordenando a Lord Manfryd que matara a la muchacha, pero que no le hiciera daño a Daemon. Sin embargo, el perturbado Manfryd no quería romper las Leyes de Hospitalidad, ya que ambos eran invitados bajo su techo.

Después de discutir la carta en secreto con su maestre, su capitán de la guardia, un hermano restante y su campeón, Ser Florian Greysteel. Manfryd decidió ignorar las instrucciones de Rhaenyra. Norren informó a Daemon y Ortigas de la carta, alegando que no se la había mostrado a nadie más dentro del castillo, y los dos jinetes del dragón partieron a la mañana siguiente.

Daemon agradeció a Manfyrd por su hospitalidad y le dijo que le pasara el mensaje a Aemond si llegaba hasta Poza de la Doncella de que estaría esperándolo en Harrenhal.

La noche después de la partida de Daemon y Ortigas, Manfryd hizo bajar el estandarte de la reina Rhaenyra de las puertas de Poza de la Doncella y lo reemplazó con los dragones dorados del rey Aegon II Targaryen.

Después del final de la guerra y la coronación de Aegon III Targaryen, Lord Manfryd se convirtió en miembro del consejo de siete regentes que gobernaría hasta que el niño rey alcanzara la mayoría de edad. En el 133 se contagió de las llamadas Fiebres de Invierno y ha quedado bastante débil de salud.

Después de la muerte de Ser Tyland Lannister, Manfryd quería que los regentes se reunieran y deliberaran sobre las decisiones que Aegon III estaba tomando, sin embargo, en lugar de esperar, Lord Unwin Peake dejó de lado los nombramientos de Aegon y se nombró a sí mismo Mano del Rey, hecho que le causó un sinsabor.

[ride-thedragon]

NETTLES MARKS TRAITORS.

I've talked about the loyalty or protection of Nettles being in direct contrast if disloyalty to Rhaenyra. It's another aspect of why they work as parallels and foils. Specifically in the narrative, Corlys, the Mootons, and Daemon are all seen as traitors after they help her in spite of Rhaenyra and her decree.

This aspect seems to get over looks when people say Daemon betrays Rhaenyra by fans of Daemyra, but it's how George wrote it. To help Nettles, in that instance, was to be against Rhaenyra, so they all were.

The sentiment gets wilder because all these men go out of their way within the story after this point to disregard her instructions or change their support to Aegon. For different reasons, even Corlys had threatened to pull back before, but, for some reason or the other, they all become traitors to Rhaenyra after defending Nettles to some extent.

[stromuprisahat]

From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool: he was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles, who was said to have become Prince Daemon’s lover and who the queen had therefore judged guilty of high treason. ... “These are foul times,” Lord Mooton said, “and it is a foul choice this queen has given me. The girl is a guest beneath my roof. If I obey, Maidenpool shall be forever cursed. If I refuse, we shall be attainted and destroyed.” To which his brother answered, “It may be we shall be destroyed whatever choice we make. The prince is more than fond of this brown child, and his dragon is close at hand. A wise lord would kill them both, lest the prince burn Maidenpool in his wroth.” “The queen has forbidden any harm to come to him,” Lord Mooton reminded them, “and murdering two guests in their beds is twice as foul as murdering one. I should be doubly cursed.” Thereupon he sighed and said, “Would that I had never read this letter.” And up spoke Maester Norren, saying, “Mayhaps you never did.” What was said after that is unknown. All we know is that the maester, a young man of two-and-twenty, found Prince Daemon and the girl Nettles at their supper that night, and showed them the queen’s letter.

The Princess and the Queen × Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

To quote Daemon Targaryen himself:

“You are a bad maester, but a good man.”

[finitefall]

What do you think of the scene where Caraxes screams and breaks the windows of the Jonquil tower when Daemon watches Nettles leave? A lot of people say that's the ultimate proof that Daemon was in love with Nettles, but that doesn't prove anything either. Yes, Caraxes is reacting to Daemon's emotions as he watches Nettles leave, except we don't know exactly what Daemon had in mind at the time. I see Nettles leaving as a breaking point for Daemon from all the other shit he's been through since the start of the war. But people act like that possibility is impossible, always saying he's looking at Nettles, so he's only thinking about her, which is... based on nothing? Anyway, I'm curious to hear your opinion on this pass?

Hi nonnie. I'll go back in time a little bit: we know Daemon and Nettles are in Maidenpool and Rhaenyra in King's Landing, and we know people around Rhaenyra are talking about how Ser Addam Velaryon and Nettles were planning to betray her, with only Lord Corlys and Grand Maester Gerardys to speak in their defense. Septon Eustace wrote about Rhaenyra's state of mind back then:

Her Grace had been betrayed so often, by so many, that she was quick to believe the worst of any man. Treachery no longer had the power to surprise her. She had come to expect it, even from those she loved the most.

Yet, she still had doubts and asked Mysaria, as she obviously trusted her and the informations she could have as mistress of whisperers (in all but name). But Mysaria told her the same version Mushroom would want us to believe about the relationship between Daemon and Nettles. I'll skip a little now and go to the part where Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool, received a raven from the Queen telling him to kill Nettles and bring her back her head, as the girl had been judged guilty of high treason. Maester Norren is the one going to give Daemon the letter Lord Mooton received from the Queen, and this is what he said:

Weary after a long day of fruitless flight, they were sharing a simple meal of boiled beef and beets when I entered, talking softly with each other, of what I cannot say. The prince greeted me politely, but as he read I saw the joy go from his eyes, and a sadness descended upon him, like a weight too heavy to be borne. When the girl asked what was in the letter, he said, 'A queen's words, a whore's work.' 

Daemon tells Maester Norren to leave and speak no word of it until the day after. Now, I said here what I thought about their relationship: Nettles, a bastard girl without any family, with Valyrian blood, a dragonrider, was taken under Daemon’s wing who taught her, gave her gifts etc, like a father would do with his daughter. Daemon loved Nettles as a daughter, and he’s very loving and protective of his family.

He’s losing another loved one, again, and he knows Rhaenyra’s state of mind. He doesn’t blame her, he immediately understands that Mysaria is the one who told his wife that twisted version of his relationship with Nettles. It could also be that Mysaria, if we accept the version where Daemon had Rhaenyra’s permission to have sex with her, felt abandoned when he left King’s Landing and heard about him doting on this young girl. It’s only speculation, of course, but she might have been jealous if it was more than sex for her (unlike for him who was in love with Rhaenyra until the end) and seeking revenge.

So, let’s see: he's lost his unborn child when he sent a pregnant Mysaria away and her ship sailed (all because his brother was furious at him for wanting a dragon egg for his future child and told Daemon to go back to the woman he had been forced to marry). Then his second wife Laena, mother of his two daughters, died in childbirth as well as their son. He’s happy when he marries Rhaenyra: they’re in love, they have a beautiful family with two more sons together, Rhaenyra is gonna be Queen after her father one day. Except that the Greens commited treason, Rhaenyra gave birth to a stillborn daughter, Luke died, Jace died, and when Rhaenyra finally has the throne which belongs to her... she’s the one who became a tyrant, but Daemon didn’t want to hear any more than she did about making peace with the Greens. They’re angry, rightfully so: there will be no peace.

And now, he’s losing another loved one. He’s losing another child, since she was like a daughter to him. He asked the Maester to wait until the day after. Why? To prepare. Nettles leaves, and he says immediately after that he’s leaving for Harrenhal, where he will wait for Aemond and finally avenge Luke (driving Dark Sister into his blind eye instead of the other one wasn’t a coincidence).

How the prince and his bastard girl spent their last night beneath Lord Mooton's roof is not recorded, but as dawn broke they appeared together in the yard, and Prince Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. [...] No word of farewell was spoken betwixt man and maid, but as Sheepstealer beat his leathery brown wings and climbed into the dawn sky, Caraxes raised his head and gave a scream that shattered every window in Jonquil's Tower.

Could it be what he’s thinking about as Nettles leaves and that Caraxes feels? Because yes, that’s sure to break a lot of windows.

[kckt88]

New Beginnings.

Summary:

In the midst of yet another tedious council meeting, a new heir to the Iron Throne is named and another Targaryen makes their entrance into the world.

Warning(s): Childbirth, Swearing, Allusion to Child Loss.

Word Count: 2200.

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/The Gullet/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye & The Fallen Queen.

But can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“I know this might be tough for you to think about Your Grace. But you should consider marrying again”.

“-And why would I do that?” asked Aegon.

“Y-You need a male heir Your Grace” uttered Roland Westerling nervously as he noticed Aemond narrowing his singular amethyst eye at the Lord of the Crag.

“Who do you consider worthy of becoming the wife to a King?” questioned Aegon.

“Borros Baratheon has other daughters that can be taken to wife,” said Roland.

“Is my brother Daeron not enough of a boon to Lord Baratheon that he would seek to have another one of his daughters married to a dragon” snapped Aemond.

“It was merely a suggestion Your Grace” muttered Roland.

“What of the ladies Baela and Rhaena?” asked Royce Caron.

“Are you mad?” exclaimed Vaera running her hands over her rounded stomach.

“Your sister’s have Targaryen and Velaryon blood, it would be a fine match and having his blood upon the Iron Throne might assuage Lord Corlys’ ire,” said Tyland.

“Legitimizing his bastard son and granting his petition to have him named as heir to Driftmark will also do that, besides Rhaena is betrothed to Garmund Hightower” said Vaera.

“Another bastard in line to Driftmark, does Lord Corlys have no shame” muttered Torrhen Manderly.

“Lord Corlys is also requesting the blessing of the King for a marriage between his granddaughter Lady Baela and his son Alyn upon the agreement of his legitimization” said Grand Maester Munkun.

“I think the King should consider it” said Vaera.

“It is of little consequence what you think Princess” said Manfryd Mooton.

“-And what is that supposed to mean?” demanded Jayne Arryn.

“Women have no place on this council” argued Manfryd.

“How dare you?” snarled Aemond slamming his fist into the table.

“M-My prince” gasped Manfryd.

“You dare sit in front me and insult my wife” snapped Aemond.

“I meant no offence Prince Aemond but-“

“I am Hand to the King and my wife is the Mistress of Laws and you will show some respect, My wife sists on this council by the command of your King” shouted Aemond.

“Apologise Lord Hand, but perhaps on the matter of Lord Corlys your wife is swayed by her personal feelings”.

“I merely wish for the King to make his own choice and not be forced into a union that he does not wish for” said Vaera.

“I-I will grant Lord Corlys’ request. Alyn will be legitimized, and my blessing will be given for his granddaughter Baela to marry” said Aegon.

“But your grace who-“

“I shall take no wife. Discussions for another marriage will never be spoken of again” exclaimed Aegon as he pushed his half-filled cup of wine away.

“You need to secure the succession Your Grace,” said Tyland.

“It has already been secured Lord Lannister. I may have no son, but I already have an heir”.

“Your not making sense Your Grace,” said Roland.

“My nephew Rhaegar” replied Aegon.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Why not? My daughter cannot be named heir, lest we start another war and I do not wish to have more children. So, we will have an official ceremony where Rhaegar is named heir to the Iron Throne, and I will also announce his betrothal to Jaehaera” said Aegon firmly.

“I think that’s a splendid idea your grace” said Munkun.

“Do you not agree with the King’s decision, Lord Westerling?” asked Aemond.

“I was merely suggesting that-“

“-That you wish for another to be named heir instead. Mayhaps, you desire to see Aegon the younger or Viserys on the Iron Throne” said Vaera, taking a deep breath as a dull pain rippled across her stomach.

“No. I was-“

“Enough Lord Westerling. My decision is final. Through my brother, my nephew is naturally next in line to inherit the Iron Throne and I would see him married to my daughter, to see that my own blood ascends after me” said Aegon.

“As you wish, Your Grace” replied Roland.

“Now with that out of the way, I wish to discuss the situation with Dalton Greyjoy”.

“The red kraken’s support of Rhaenyra during the war is known, as were his raids on the western coast,” said Tyland.

“-And they still continue?” asked Aegon.

“Yes. Greyjoy conducts his raids from the Iron Islands,” said Tyland.

“Mayhaps we can support-“ gasped Vaera as her hand flew to her stomach.

“Is everything ok?” asked Aemond worriedly.

“I-I don’t-“ stammered Vaera as she felt something wet and slimy slid between her legs.

“P-Princess your wet,” whispered Jayne, noticing the puddle on the floor.

“The-The babe is coming” exclaimed Vaera as another sharp pain tore across her stomach.

“That’s it Princess, keep pushing” encouraged Maester Munkun.

“AEMOND!” screamed Vaera.

“I’m here my sweet” replied Aemond.

“I-I can’t do this,” cried Vaera.

“Yes, you can” exclaimed Aemond as he climbed onto the bed at sat behind Vaera.

“W-What are you doing?” muttered Vaera.

“Lean against me and take my hands” urged Aemond as he sat Vaera between his open legs.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaera.

“Now, you squeeze my hands as hard as you like” said Aemond.

Vaera was sweaty and exhausted, but she took a deep breath and as the next contraction ripped across her stomach, she pushed.

“FUCK!”

"Keep going my sweet you’re doing great" said Aemond.

"I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR COCK OFF!" screamed Vaera.

"Oh, my love, surely you don't mean that".

"I do. This is ALL your fault,” cried Vaera.

"I seem to recall that you were a willing participant in our love making, if not the instigator on several occasions my love" replied Aemond.

"Not even remotely funny" yelled Vaera.

"Another push Princess" 

“I swear if you say push one more time. I'll feed you too my Cannibal” snarled Vaera.

“The head is out Princess, but I need you to stop pushing. The cord is wrapped around the babe’s neck” exclaimed Maester Munkun.

“W-What” cried Vaera in alarm.

“It’s ok. Issa dōna ābrazȳrys. Just breathe” said Aemond (My sweet wife).

After a few moments, the maester had managed to cut the cord from the babe’s neck and with a wet squelch the babe arrived.

But the room was silent.

“M-My babe?” asked Vaera her hands raised in expectation of receiving her babe.

“Just a moment” replied Maester Munkun as the babe was lifted off the bed.

“What’s happening?” yelled Vaera, her hands still grasping endlessly for her babe.

“Why is the babe not crying? What’s happening?” exclaimed Aemond.

“Aemond” sobbed Vaera, her entire body shaking in fear.

Aemond could only sit in silence as he watched the Maester try to save his newly born babe.

Vaera began wailing loudly in anguish, as the seconds passed.

She couldn’t think of anything except her babe. Not even the pain of the afterbirth swayed her mind away from the quite bundle in Maester Munkun’s arms.

Her heart was in her throat as the Maester did everything he could to stimulate the silent babe.

“No. Please. Don’t take my babe. Not again. I can’t lose another babe. Please I pray to the mother. I pray to the god’s of old Valyria. Save my babe” sobbed Vaera.

Then the sweetest sound in the world echoed around the room.

A loud shrieking cry.

“A daughter, Princess” declared the Maester.

Vaera all but snatched the crying babe away from Maester Munkun and sobbed.

“T-Thank you Maester” breathed Vaera, the tears streaming down her face.

“Your welcome Princess” replied maester Munkun.

“S-She’s ok. Aemond, look” gasped Vaera.

Aemond who’s face had been buried in Vaera’s shoulder, let out a sob of relief as he gazed at his crying daughter.

“My daughter. She’s ok. She’s alive. Thank the gods” gasped Aemond.

“She’s beautiful” sobbed Vaera as she stroked her daughter’s head.

“What shall we call her?” asked Aemond.

“Vharla” whispered Vaera.

“A-After my dragon?”

“I know how much Vhagar means too you and I wish to honour your old girl” replied Vaera.

“A perfect name. For a perfect little girl”

“So perfect” whispered Vaera.

“I’m so proud of you Issa prūmia” (my heart).

“I love you” muttered Vaera.

“-And I love you. My sweet perfect wife.” praised Aemond as he nuzzled Vaera’s neck.

“Would you like you hold your daughter?”

“Please” whispered Aemond as he manoeuvred himself away from Vaera and climbed off the bed.

Their daughter. They’d almost lost her. But she’s here. She’s safe.

Aemond cried openly when his wife placed their tiny babe in his arms.

“A-Are you ok?” asked Vaera her voice laced with concern.

Aemond nodded meekly as his gaze never leaving his precious daughter.

Nestled in her father’s arms, Vharla had opened her eyes for the first time and Aemond’s heart stopped.

Those eyes. The colour of dark amethyst.

Exactly like her big brother’s.

She had Aemon’s eyes.

"Daddy. Up" urged Rhaegar eagerly.

“Be careful sweet boy” said Aemond as he helped his son climb onto the bed.

"Come. Meet your sister" said Vaera quietly.

Rhaegar plopped onto the bed next to his mother and stared silently at the babe nestled in her arms.

"Her name is Vharla".

“Gevie" replied Rhaegar smiling as he leaned towards his sister and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead (Beautiful).

"Just like your mūna" whispered Aemond (Mother).

Vaera blushed ever so slightly at Aemond's compliment.

"What shall we do about an egg, Dreamfyre hasn't delivered another clutch yet-"

"-No egg" said Rhaegar sternly.

"What?" asked Vaera.

"Your sister deserves an egg" said Aemond

"Vharla will fly with Brightfyre" replied Rhaegar in a sing song voice.

"That's very nice of you to say but-"

"No daddy. Sister will fly with Brightfyre. I saw it" said Rhaegar.

"Y-You saw it?"

"When I was asleep. I saw her fly" cooed Rhaegar.

"Oh, you had a dream" said Vaera.

"I was flying with her. She was laughing" muttered Rhaegar.

"That sounds lovely"

"It was mama. My brothers and sisters were flying too" exclaimed Rhaegar smiling.

"B-Brothers and sisters?" gasped Aemond.

"Yes" said Rhaegar as he snuggled into his mother and silently observed Vharla as she slept.

"How many-" asked Vaera curiously.

"I'm not going to tell you that mama" whispered Rhaegar.

Vaera exchanged a look of shock with Aemond who simply shrugged.

Rhaegar however smiled ever so slightly.

Vaera entered the chambers she shared with Aemond, and she was stopped in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.

Her husband sat by the fire, with their six-week-old babe fast asleep on his bare chest.

“Issa dōna hāedar” whispered Aemond. (My sweet little girl).

Vaera smiled and simply observed her husband and their daughter.

“Issa byka zaldrīzes” (My tiny dragon).

Despite his initial fears over what type of father he would be, Vaera could say with absolute certainty that Aemond was an amazing father.

The love he had for their children was unparalleled.

Most husband’s left the upbringing of the babes to their mothers or the nannys. But Aemond had insisted from day one that he be included, whether it was changing their soiled cloths, helping to bathe them or simply rocking them to sleep.

He was there.

“Valzȳrys” whispered Vaera. (Husband).

Aemond turned towards his wife and smiled. His sapphire eye glistening in the dim light of the fire.

“Is everything ok? Issa prūmia” asked Aemond. (My heart).

“Rhaegar is fast asleep, and I’ve had my check up with Maester Munkun”

Aemond raised a curious eyebrow at Vaera’s mention of the Maester.

“He’s declared me healthy and ready to engage in matters of the marriage bed” replied Vaera.

“But…” said Aemond.

“I-I would like to wait just a little bit longer if that’s ok?” muttered Vaera.

“Of course, it is. I will wait for as long as required. The Maester can declare you sufficiently healed, but it’s your body Vaera and you’ll know when you’re ready”.

Could he be any more perfect?

“Besides there are other forms of intimacy besides sex” whispered Aemond as he carefully placed Vharla in her crib.

“Such as?” asked Vaera smiling.

“I could hold you in my arms as you sleep, or mayhaps we could simply take a walk together” suggested Aemond.

“A walk sounds nice” muttered Vaera shyly.

“I know how much you like the moon my precious pearl” replied Aemond as he pulled on a loose tunic and slipped his eyepatch over his head.

“I will call Myla to watch Vharla and Rhaegar” said Vaera as she quickly left the room and then reappeared a few moments later with the nanny.

“We shouldn’t be gone long” muttered Aemond.

“Of course, my Prince. I will watch over the little one's whilst you're gone” replied Mayla.

“Come my sweet” said Aemond as he held out his hand.

Vaera took one last look at their sleeping daughter before she took her husband’s outstretched hand and the two of them left the room.

Aemond could help but smile to himself as he walked around the gardens of the Red Keep hand in hand with Vaera, the chill of the wind washing over them.

“Thank you for this” exclaimed Vaera happily.

“I live to make you happy my sweet. Mayhaps on the morrow we can go flying on Vhagar and Cannibal, my old girl has been feeling quite restless lately” replied Aemond.

“Has it been a while since you flew together?” asked Vaera.

“I haven’t taken her out since we returned to Kings Landing”.

That was surprising, Aemond never usually went more than a few days without flying Vhagar.

“I-Is that because of me?” asked Vaera nervously.

“No, in truth I’ve been feeling a bit strange lately”.

“S-Strange?” mused Vaera curiously.

“Yes, the thought of being separated from you or our children has me on edge. It’s difficult to explain but the moment we thought we’d lost Vharla…”

“Aemond” whispered Vaera.

“I feel like I’ve failed in my duty as a husband and father” muttered Aemond.

“What! No how could you say such a thing?”

“Aemon is dead, and I should have been there. I should have-“

“You are not to blame. What happened was not your fault. The man responsible is gone from this world, you avenged our son” replied Vaera.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I love you more than anything. You are a fantastic father, promise me that you will never doubt yourself again” urged Vaera.

“I promise” replied Aemond quietly as Vaera wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest.

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Why would a Targaryen restoration necessarily condemn the rebellion ? They can simply say that the rebels were right to rise against Aerys/Rhaegar but wrong to crown Robert over Aegon/Viserys. Beside, the rebels themselves don´t honor the legacy of the rebellion. Nobody said that Joffrey lost his right to rule.

I’ve seen this argument a few times before, but I’ve never been convinced by it. 

Robert’s ascension had nothing to do with dynastic succession and everything to do with the rebels acclaiming him as king. The vassals were willing to follow him, and Robert was willing to protect them. The rebels were marked for death for standing against Aerys, and Rhaegar was taking the field against them. Moreover, Robert cannot turn them down, they rebelled in defense of Robert’s life, how can he deny them protection for their own lives?

Moreover, this exact scenario happened before in Westerosi history. Manfryd Mooton was commanded to murder Netty in violation of guest right, and in response, rose the gold dragon of Aegon II. If there’s anything that seems to warrant acclaiming a new sovereign in Westerosi feudalism, it’s the situation that Jon Arryn found himself in when Aerys commanded that he murder his two wards under his roof. So the precedent supports Robert’s acclaim.

Moreover, who said that Joffrey hasn’t lost the right to rule? I know the argument uses the “that makes Joffrey evil” line, but Robb declared independence and overlordship by acclaim of the vassals. That’s a direct refutation of Joffrey’s right to overlordship over the North and Riverlands and the feudal relationship between the Iron Throne and the vassals of those two component regions.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[laannie0803]

Lady Jeyne Arryn, apodada la Doncella del Valle, fue cabeza de la Casa Arryn y, como tal, Señora de Nido de Águilas, Defensora del Valle y Guardiana del Oriente durante los reinados de Jaehaerys I, Viserys I, Aegon II y Aegon III Targaryen. Fue miembro del primer consejo de siete regentes que gobernaron durante la infancia de Aegon III.

Jeyne se convirtió en Señora del Nido de Águilas con solo tres años en 97 d.C., durante el reinado de Jaehaerys I Targaryen, dado que su padre y sus hermanos habían muerto antes que ella, asesinados por los Grajos de Piedra. No acudió al Gran Consejo de 101 d.C., ya que aun era menor de edad, y su puesto lo ocupó Lord Yorbert Royce, quien servía como Lord Protector del Valle.

Hasta en tres ocasiones sus parientes pusieron en duda su legitimidad como soberana. Su primo Ser Arnold Arryn fue encerrado en las Celdas del Cielo en algún momento anterior al comienzo de la Danza de los Dragones. Él y sus descendientes fueron apartados de la linea de sucesión Arryn en el testamento de Lady Jeyne.

Cuando Lady Rhea Royce murió sin hijos, Piedra de las Runas pasó a su sobrino; el viudo de Lady Rhea, el príncipe Daemon Targaryen, visitó a Lady Jeyne reclamando la fortaleza de su esposa. Lady Jeyne le dijo que no era bien recibido y que se marchase del Valle.

Al comienzo de la guerra civil, el príncipe Jacaerys Velaryon voló hacia el norte con su dragón buscando apoyo para su causa, siendo su primera parada el Nido de Águilas. Según Hongo, Lady Jeyne condicionó su apoyo a cambio de que Jacaerys le hiciese alcanzar el éxtasis con la lengua. En el Relato verdadero se relata que Jeyne, a pesar de mostrar su desagrado hacia el príncipe Daemon, recordó que Rhaenyra era una Arryn por parte de madre y que las mujeres deben permanecer unidas. Su única petición para dar su apoyo fue que un jinete de dragón guardase el Nido de Aguilas de los dragones de los Verdes. Tras ser aceptada su petición, Jeyne y sus hombres se arrodillaron frente al príncipe Jacaerys.

A finales de año, el principe Jacaerys envió a su hermano Joffrey Velaryon y su dragón Tyraxes a Puerto Gaviota para cumplir su promesa. Le acompañó Lady Rhaena Targaryen, hija del príncipe Daemon, quien llevó consigo tres huevos de dragón. Joffrey partiría al año siguiente hacia Desembarco del Rey, quien había sido tomada por su madre, con una flota desde Puerto Gaviota, mientras Rhaena permaneció en el Valle como pupila de Lady Arryn.

En 130 d.C. Lady Jeyne envió hombres por mar para unirse a las fuerzas de la reina Rhaenyra en la capital. Cuando la reina se vio obligada a huir de Desembarco del Rey tras las revueltas acontecidas, envió cuervos solicitando apoyo a sus seguidores. Lady Jeyne le contesto que enviaría hombres, pero el invierno había comenzado, y los caminos de las Montañas de la Luna estaban bloqueados por la nieve. La única forma de enviar sus fuerzas era por el mar a través de Puerto Gaviota, o bien con la flota Velaryon o alquilando barcos Braavos y Pentos, para lo que necesitaría dinero. Pero Rhaenyra había perdido el apoyo de los Velaryon tras encarcelar a Lord Corlys Velaryon, y había partido de la capital sin una sola moneda. Cuando se vio obligada a abandonar Valle Oscuro, Ser Harrold Darke recomendó a la reina tomar refugio en el Valle junto a Lady Jeyne, pero Rhaenyra prefirió partir a Rocadragón, donde fue capturada por su hermano Aegon II y ejecutada.

A pesar de la muerte de Rhaenyra Lady Jeyne continuó apoyando la causa de los Negros. Reunió mil quinientos caballeros y ocho mil soldados, y acordó contratar naves braavosíes que la llevaran a sur para enfrentarse al rey Aegon. Contaba además con un dragón, pues uno de los huevos de Rhaena había eclosionado, aunque faltaba años para que pudiera combatir. Cuando consiguió una flota, Lady Jeyne envió diez mil hombres bajo el mando de Lord Leowyn Corbray y su hermano Ser Corwyn.

La flota llegó por separado a Valle Oscuro y Poza de la Doncella poco después del asesinato del rey Aegon II, siendo recibidos con fiestas y celebraciones. La propia Lady Jeyne partió de Puerto Gaviota junto a su pupila, una vez que la capital estaba bajo el control de Lord Cregan Stark, llegando cuando la Hora del Lobo llegaba a su fín.

En el año 131 d.C., y debido a la juventud del futuro monarca Aegon III, fue nombrada para el consejo de siete regentes del reino. A comienzos del año siguiente se vio obligada a volver al Valle, ya que un gran numero de bandas de salvajes de las Montañas de la Luna perpetraron una incursión de saqueo, y debía dirigir la defensa de sus tierras.

Tras la muerte en 133 d.C. de Ser Tyland Lannister, Mano del Rey, Lord Unwin Peake tomó el control del reino como su sucesor. Lord Manfryd Mooton pidió que se propspusiera cualquier decisión importantes hasta que Jeyne y Lord Royce Caron regresasen a la capital, pero Lord Unwin defendió que habían renunciado a sus puestos en el consejo al abandonar Desembarco del Rey.

Lady Jeyne Arryn murió a finales de 134 d.C. debido a un fuerte resfriado. Sus últimos momentos los pasó en brazos de Jessamyn Redfort en la casa madre de Maris, en una isla de Puerto Gaviota. En su lecho de muerte dictó su testamento, donde nombraba como su heredero a Ser Joffrey Arryn, primo en cuarto grado. Sin embargo, su primo Ser Arnold y el hijo de este, Ser Eldric Arryn, se mostraron contrarios y salieron en defensa de sus derechos, a la vez que Ser Isembard Arryn de Puerto Gaviota defendió su propia pretensión sustentandose en sus riquezas. El conflicto armado dividió a los nobles del Valle de Arryn, y el Trono de Hierro se vio obligado a participar. Finalmente los designios de Lady Jeyne se cumplieron, siendo sucedida por Lord Joffrey Arryn.

Ella tal vez debió ser nieta o sobrina lejana de Rodrik Arryn, el esposo de la princesa Daella y Señor de Nido de Águilas, aun que es probable que sea pariente lejano ya que no se tienen información de que los hijos de Rodrik tuvieran hijos o incluso que estuvieran casados. Aun así es un personaje fiel y mostró ser una señora capaz, a pesar de la muerte de la reina Rhaenyra se mantuvo leal a los Negros y a Aegon III.

Lady Jeyne Arryn, nicknamed the Maiden of the Vale, was head of House Arryn and, as such, Lady of Eagles' Nest, Defender of the Vale, and Guardian of the East during the reigns of Jaehaerys I, Viserys I, Aegon II, and Aegon III Targaryen. . She was a member of the first council of seven regents who ruled during Aegon III's childhood.

Jeyne became Mistress of the Eagles' Nest at just three years old in AD 97, during the reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen, as her father and brothers are dead before her, killed by the Stone Rooks. She did not attend the Great Council of 101 AD, as she was still a minor, and her position was held by Lord Yorbert Royce, who served as Lord Protector of the Valley.

Up to three occasions her relatives questioned her legitimacy as sovereign. Her cousin Ser Arnold Arryn was locked in the Cells of Heaven sometime prior to the start of the Dance of the Dragons. She and her descendants were removed from the Arryn line of succession in Lady Jeyne's will.

When Lady Rhea Royce died childless, Rune Stone passed to her nephew; Lady Rhea's widower, Prince Daemon Targaryen, visited Lady Jeyne claiming his wife's strength. Lady Jeyne told him that he was not well received and to leave the Valley.

At the beginning of the civil war, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon flew north with his dragon seeking support for his cause, his first stop being the Eagles' Nest. According to Hongo, Lady Jeyne conditioned her support in exchange for Jacaerys making her reach ecstasy with his tongue. In the True Story it is related that Jeyne, despite showing her dislike towards Prince Daemon, remembered that Rhaenyra was an Arryn on her mother's side and that women should stay together. Her only request for support was that a dragon rider guard the Eagle's Nest from the dragons of the Greens. After their request was accepted, Jeyne and her men knelt in front of Prince Jacaerys.

At the end of the year, Prince Jacaerys sent her brother Joffrey Velaryon and her dragon Tyraxes to Seagull Harbor to fulfill her promise. He was accompanied by Lady Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon, who took with her three dragon eggs. Joffrey would leave the following year for King's Landing, who had been taken by his mother, with a fleet from Seagull Port, while Rhaena remained in the Valley as Lady Arryn's ward.

In 130 AD Lady Jeyne sent men by sea to join Queen Rhaenyra's forces in the capital. When the queen was forced to flee from King's Landing after the riots that occurred, she sent ravens requesting support from her followers. Lady Jeyne replied that she would send men, but winter had begun, and the roads of the Mountains of the Moon were blocked by snow. The only way to send her forces was by sea through Puerto Gaviota, either with the Velaryon fleet or by chartering Braavos and Pentos ships, for which she would need money. But Rhaenyra had lost the support of the Velaryon after imprisoning Lord Corlys Velaryon, and had left the capital without a single coin. When forced to leave Dark Valley, Ser Harrold Darke recommended that the queen take refuge in the Valley with Lady Jeyne, but Rhaenyra chose to leave for Dragonstone, where she was captured by her brother Aegon II and executed.

Despite the death of Rhaenyra Lady Jeyne continued to support the cause of the Blacks. She gathered 1,500 knights and 8,000 soldiers, and agreed to hire Braavosi ships to take her south to face King Aegon. It also had a dragon, as one of Rhaena's eggs had hatched, although it was years before it could fight. When she obtained a fleet, Lady Jeyne sent ten thousand men under the command of Lord Leowyn Corbray and his brother Ser Corwyn.

The fleet arrived separately in Dark Valley and Maiden's Pool shortly after the assassination of King Aegon II, being greeted with parties and celebrations. Lady Jeyne herself left Seagull Port with her ward, once the capital was under the control of Lord Cregan Stark, arriving when the Hour of the Wolf came to an end.

In the year 131 AD, and due to the youth of the future monarch Aegon III, she was appointed to the council of seven regents of the kingdom. At the beginning of the following year she was forced to return to the Valley, as a large number of bands of savages from the Mountains of the Moon carried out a looting incursion, and she had to lead the defense of her lands.

After death in 133 AD From Ser Tyland Lannister, Hand of the King, Lord Unwin Peake took control of the kingdom as her successor. Lord Manfryd Mooton requested that any major decision be proposed until Jeyne and Lord Royce Caron returned to the capital, but Lord Unwin argued that she resigned her council positions upon leaving King's Landing.

Lady Jeyne Arryn died in late 134 AD. due to a bad cold. Her last moments were spent in the arms of Jessamyn Redfort at Maris's mother house, on an island off Puerto Gaviota. On her deathbed she made her will, naming Ser Joffrey Arryn, a fourth-degree cousin, as her heir. However, her cousin Ser Arnold and her son, Ser Eldric Arryn, were opposed and came out in defense of their rights, while Ser Isembard Arryn of Puerto Gaviota defended her own claim based on her wealth. The armed conflict divided the nobles of the Vale of Arryn, and the Iron Throne was forced to participate. Finally the designs of Lady Jeyne were fulfilled, being succeeded by Lord Joffrey Arryn.

She may have been a distant granddaughter or niece of Rodrik Arryn, the husband of Princess Daella and Lord of Nido de Aguilas, although it is likely that she is a distant relative since there is no information that Rodrik's children had children or even that they were married. Even so, she is a faithful character and proved to be a capable lady, despite the death of Queen Rhaenyra she remained loyal to the Blacks and Aegon III.

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Nettles isn’t Daemon’s daughter. That’s never even suggested. In fact, GRRM goes out of his way to show how she tames Sheepstealer (a wild and adult dragon) in the ways of the Shepherd Valyrians of old. The closest Fire and Blood gets to suggesting a paternal relationship is Maester Norren saying he treats her as any man would a daughter. A man who doesn’t know Daemon would mistake special attention, gifts and constant companionship with a younger girl as that. The book never explores Daemon’s relationship with his children so idk why people think his actions towards Nettles are paternal as if he has a long history of paternal acts for his children. The only evidence we have of him acting like that is with the girl he goes on to marry: Rhaenyra herself.

Norren’s account about the relationship being paternal isn’t in The Princess and the Queen. There, Daemon and Nettles are said to be lovers. “Long leagues to the North in a castle overlooking The Bay of Crabs, another lord found himself sliding down a sword’s edge as well. From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool. He was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles who was said to become Prince Daemon’s lover.

The World of Ice and Fire outright calls them lovers: Sheepstealer was eventually tamed by Nettles—a plain, baseborn, disreputable girl who fed the dragon mutton day by day until it became used to her. The dragon and its rider played their part in the war, but Nettles’s loyalties were not so clear as brave Ser Addam’s. When she and Prince Daemon became lovers it drove a final wedge between Rhaenyra and her lord husband.

The extra content from HBO in the GoT Blu-ray releases is clear they’re lovers. They even have Oberyn narrate it for extra salaciousness, “As well as her dragon, the girl had taken to riding Daemon.”

And in Fire and Blood itself, even Gyldayn concedes that given everything they know about Daemon, Mushroom might just be right this one time. “None of this constitutes proof that Daemon Targaryen had carnal knowledge of the bastard girl, but in light of what followed we must surely judge that more likely than most of Mushroom’s tales.”

Then there’s the 2022 publication, The Rise of the Dragon, which doesn’t include any mention of a paternal relationship between the two of them. In fact, they say Norren supported the idea that Daemon & Nettles were lovers. “However, Mushroom suggested another cause for Daemon’s unwillingness: that he and Nettles had become lovers. This theory is supported by the Chronicles of Maidenpool, maintained by Lord Mooton’s maester, who remarked that the prince and Nettles were inseparable, their bedrooms were adjoining, and that Daemon often gave her gifts and even shared a bath with her.”

So you have 4 different tellings of the story vs 1 that includes Norren’s and is easily dismissed in-world because it goes against Daemon’s nature and is contradicted by what others who were there saw too. Daemon was never faithful to Rhaenyra. He slept with Mysaria too but it’s Nettles people have a problem with. Why do you think the man who slept with other women at court would suddenly stop ? We already know age isn’t the thing that stops him. He was always known for going for young girls. Nettles is definitely his preferred demographic. Not only that, but Nettles is SO MUCH MORE fascinating and remarkable than Rhaenyra. Want to tame an awesome, flying, magic, feral beast ? Rely on bribery, being friendly and just letting said beast get used to you. Charm a rogue Targaryen prince getting well sick of his family ? Be a tearaway GNC and outside-the-box thinker with no courtly graces or stuck-up entitlement delusions who just flat out reminds him that dragon taming started out like this in the first place: from zero to riding the lightning (with a little bit of training: staying on a fighting dragon probably takes practice and know-how he could help with). Nettles speaks to Daemon in a way no one else does probably. She also tears down his world view about Targaryen exceptionalism. Ceraxes’ wail breaks the windows on Jonquil’s Tower, named after one half of the most famous lovers in Westeros. Like them, Nettles and Daemon are also tied together forever by the singers after this farewell (obviously, Daemon died but it’s notable that the singers memorialise them together).

After Daemon let’s Nettles go, he doesn’t return to Rhaenyra despite her order and the urgency of her need for him. Sending Nettles away broke his heart. He spends 2 whole weeks in Harrenhal. He never sends her a letter explaining his relationship with Nettles (if she’s his daughter as people love to say). He never flies to KL, to Rhaenyra and their son. He never even goes hunting for Aemond. He chooses to die all because he was forced to let go of Nettles. Before that he’d been fighting to live.

*EDITED POST* (1/23/24)

Perhaps in response to this post.

@soulmvates

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A)

POST #1 & POST #2

B)

Either read these posts: #1 AND #2 AND #3, OR read some of the posts tagged "daemon and nettles" that I reblogged or wrote myself to see how and why I do not think Daemon loved Nettles more than Rhaenyra romantically or platonically despite these very arguments that I have seen time and time again. Or don't. Again, I'm not indulging others' choice not to respond to those I already made against this sentiment.

Plus, TWoIaF can call them lovers, but:

TWoIaF is also written by a maester, Yandel, who has not lived during the time they write (the earlier events, not the current ASoIaF events) nor has witnessed Daemon & Nettles

did they present actual counterarguments to my own arguments against their details of why they (Yandel) believe they were lovers? No? So, why should I care about them calling them lovers? Until then, we are at a standstill.

Once more, we must keep in mind that for the plot itself and apart from shipping discourses, the point of the Nettles-Daemon controversy in the story was not whether or not they were having an affair. It's Rhaenrya THINKING they had an affair and her response to another, deeper sort of betrayal that even goes beyond regular cheating.

I even address Oberyn in some "daemon and nettles" comments of said posts, so if you wish to see what I said about Oberyn and GoT and that particular vids' narrators, you can go look for it. I didn't delete it, it's there.

C)

You: "Daemon was never faithful to Rhaenyra. He slept with Mysaria too but it’s Nettles people have a problem with."

IF Daemon slept with Mysaria, why does this automatically mean that he slept with Nettles?

What reason would he have to anger Rhaenyra--as ainomica says HERE--ask why he would even want to sleep with Mysaria? After years of relative domestic peace and bliss with Rhaenyra and his affair with Mysaria, never about love in the first place, long gone? Also, the reasons or motivations for sleeping w/Nettles vs Mysaria would be too different for us to assume he did w/Nettles IF he did w/Mysaria back in KL.

If Daemon had been sleeping around while they lived at Dragonstone, how come there's not even a whisper about it when such a thing could be used against Rhaenyra? What other proof do we have of Daemon being unfaithful? Because he went after virgin girl with pale hair? Which ironically seems to match Mysaria & Rhaenyra's barest Valyrian description?

If Nettles does not fit with the descriptions of those women and girls Daemon has shown to want in a woman.... where does the idea that he wanted Nettles come from?

And yes, I'd have a more of a problem with DaemonxNettles since Nettles, as a 17-year old common born teenager who has had to fend for herself since practically birth...why would I want a 50-yr old noble man to sleep with her? Some age gaps I don't mind--this is one I definitely mind.

Not bc Nettles isn't "objectively" pretty, desirable, or that I think she wouldn't be considered attractive to other men who aren't blood purists, but bc it's less likely she was considered so by Daemon. Considering the very history that DaemonxNettles shippers try to use to argue for it happening. It's a self-contradiction that ruins the argument, yet tries to pose as proof.

D)

Finally, I presented theories to share with others not because I believed in them but to present all the possible interpretations I am familiar with and expand others' perspectives/validate lines of thinking. Valuable to to interpretation or truth-seeking bc we need to explore the material/context of the events and characters to flesh out possibilities. If there is a theory I believe in or believe is more likely, I will say it instead of just saying "There is a theory__".

This means that just because I said some people believe that Daemon was Nettle's daughter, doesn't mean I myself believe it unless I explicitly say so OR I provide what I think are irrefutable details of events and suggestions of it being true.

BTW, I didn't necessarily think Nettles was his bio daughter either when I wrote this post, but the more I think about it, the more likely it is because Daemon loved his family, his daughters, down. It explains why he was so protective, and it's a hell of a lot more realistic and pleasing to contemplate than a DaemonxNettles "romance".