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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 11 months ago

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Game of Thrones Fic List

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💌= requested

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion.

Between Saints and Sinners (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

It had been years since you last saw Sandor Clegane. Years since you had last been in employment at Lord Baelish’s brothel.

A Stark Bride (Aegon Targaryen i x Stark!Reader)

Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautiful. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.

Promises (Oberyn Martell x Reader) 🖤

Having witnessed the brutal murder of your family, your uncle Oberyn is the only one to fend off your nightmares and the only one you could ever feel an attachment to.

Shedding Skin (Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader)

You wouldn't let your brother Rhaegar humiliate you. No. Faking your own death, you travel to Dorne and there shed your dragon skin to become a new person. A happier person.

A Touch of Gold (Margaery Tyrell x Stark!Reader)

If Renly was to have a lover, then Margaery wanted one as well. And she decided that it just had to be the visiting (y/n) Stark.

Gold and Red (Jaime Lannister x Reader) 🍑

How could you bring yourself to have sex with your child husband? Jaime, however, was a full grown man.

Stupid, Pretty Little Things 🖤

She was the only gift Joffrey wanted for his name day. And Joffrey would be damned if anyone forbade him to what was his.

Targaryen Daughters

After so long staying safely hidden in the privacy of a Sept, you discover your younger sister Daenerys is very well alive. Alive and with three dragons.

A Good, Mean Dog (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader) 📚

The Princess and the Hound. What a story that would be

Horns That Hold A Crown (Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader)

The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

Ruined Hallelujah (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

You had expected such a move from Robert, maybe even Stannis, but never from your brother Renly. He was well aware of your affair with Margaery, even supported it. Yet he had married you off to Robb Stark, King in the North.

Misfit (Daenerys Targaryen x Greyjoy!Reader) 🖤

Nightmares, your nightmares were filled with the blazing symbol of a kraken. As you travel with your siblings to Meereen you hope Queen Daenerys would be willing to help you in defeating Euron.

One True Queen (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader)📚

What he had done was the greatest insult to you. One that you thought he would never do. You knew he loved you with all his heart, that was certain. You were his sister and his wife. However, that all changed when he took Lyanna Stark as his second wife.

Knight in Blue and Red (Rhaegar Targaryen x Tully!Reader)

You wanted to be in charge of Riverrun when your father died, but because you were the third and youngest daughter of Hoster Tully that was highly impossible. You would show him. Show him that you would be a better successor than your brother Edmure.

Belladonna (Young Robert Baratheon x Reader)

With the death of his father, Robert Baratheon found himself the young lord of Storm's End. A new lordship requires a wife.

Dragon (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)📚

She had trusted her Unsullied with her life. That was why when one attacked her with a knife she doesn't have him killed. Instead Daenerys wants to get down to the problem. Only when she removes the Unsullied's helmet she is met with the face of a young girl.

A Lion’s Vow (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)💌

This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion.

A Mouse in a Lion’s Den (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A little mouse surrounded by ferocious lions? It didn't look to be a good situation, even if those lions happened to be your family.

Exiled (Arthur Dayne x Reader)💌

You run into Ser Arthur Dayne in Essos. Along with a dark haired, gray eyed child.

Glow (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)

Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion.

The Doe That Chases the Hound (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader)

Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

Crimson Lady (Ramsay Bolton x Bolton!Reader, Sansa Stark x Bolton!Reader) 🖤

Sansa should have known better. Of course she'd be every part of a Bolton as her brother Ramsay was.

Loveless (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 🖤💌

There was nothing Rhaegar could do about your sudden engagement. Try as he might, he couldn’t persuade Aerys to marry you to him. It didn’t matter that he proclaim his undying love for you. Didn’t matter how you got on your knees in front of the iron throne and begged him to reconsider. Instead of mercy, the Mad King simply laughed at you.

Just For You (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑💌

The cruel Ramsay Bolton has an unknown side to him. Not just for anyone though. Only for the maid whom he loves to taunt.

From the Ashes (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A year has passed since (y/n) and her brother Jaime fled from King's Landing to the vast and foreign world of Essos.

Mine First, Mine Last, Mine Even in the Grave (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑

Even at such a young age, Ramsay was proving a difficult and willful child. He was somewhat twisted in nature that sometimes disturbed his mother. However once he laid eyes on the little baby, he immediately grew attached to her.

Birth of Dragons (Aegon i Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 📚

It wasn’t fair of him to choose a favorite between his sisters. Fearless Visenya, playful Rhaenys and loving (y/n). Above them all he secretly placed (y/n) close to his heart.

The Most Impossible Battle (Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!Reader) 🍑

Robert hated all Targaryens. Wise words from those close to him though make Robert Baratheon give in to the idea of taking (y/n) Targaryen as his bride.

Wrap Around (Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader) 📚🖤

Oberyn was beside himself at the return of his baby sister (y/n). For a year she had been off in Essos, experiencing the rest of the world outside of the safety of Sunspear. Now she was returning to Dorne. Returning to Oberyn.

By Any Other Name (Margaery Tyrell x Reader)

Another Life (Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader)

Lyanna watches Jon from atop of the courtyard's parapet, her eyes crinkling with pride as she watches Jon best Theon Greyjoy at the dance of swords. Every victory Jon made resulted in him outgrowing the label of bastard. He was so much more than a bastard of Winterfell. Not even Catelyn saw him as such. Many were so shocked when the news came that Ned had brought back his bastard one day. In fact Cat had shown up at Winterfell by his side as he held the infant in his arms, for she was one of three that knew the truth about Jon Snow.

What We Sow (Theon Greyjoy x Greyjoy!Reader) 🍑🖤💌

This was his home, a place where the salt of the sea and the cries of seagulls were a constant presence and where you were. Waiting so patiently as always. His queen, his sister, his wife. He'd been dreaming of the moment when he'd be reunited with you after so long.

Omission (Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader)💌🍑

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

Hummingbird (Petyr Baelish x Baratheon!Reader) 💌

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countrymusiclover · 6 months ago

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19 - Three Very Important Words

Part 20

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila

Spinning around on my feet throwing my hair over my shoulders I eyed my husband seeing his hands clenched at his sides. “Robb, please don’t be angry with me over speaking to Walder Frey without telling you I was going to in the first place.”

“Oh I have every right to be angry with you. We’re supposed to be a team, Haelesa.”

I parted my lips, releasing a breath. “We are still a team, Robb.”

“It didn’t appear that we were out there in front of Walder Frey and his household. It looked like we had completely different plans in mind and didn’t communicate that to one another.” He threw his hands away from his sides in frustration.

“I’ll take full responsibility for the miscommunication. With that said, may I tell you of my plan that I wanted to propose to him?”

Robb gestures with his right hand. “Continue, my lady.”

“Robb, those girls all deserve an escape from that man. I mean he's old and has had four different wives over how many years. I'm afraid if young wives of other houses stop sending their daughters to him, then he might start making babies with his own children.”

Robb pointed out. “Like the Targaryen's did to keep their bloodline supposedly pure.”

“Exactly. I - I want to help then escape from him in some way. I know that there can’t possibly be that many lords wanting to be married to the Freys but it would be a start and create the loyalty between your two houses once again.”

Robb ran a hand over the growing beard on his chin, thinking in deep thoughts. “There’s a few sons of my bannermen who are not wed off just yet. My uncle Edmure of House Tully has no wife either.”

“My brother has borne some bastards but since you’re a King now you can make them into official members of our house. Unless of course you aren’t truly open to this idea at all.”

The young wolf glanced at me, closing most of the distance between us taking my hands in his larger ones. “Whatever you want to do, we shall do to the best of our abilities. So he also has another daughter the age of nine and ten named Rosaline. We could wed her to my uncle.”

“That’s a good start. For the other girls I think we should help find husbands for Merry, Freya, Marianne and then I can take little Shirei under my wing. I was raised by someone who wasn’t my mother and I’m terrified to think of who will talk with her about her bleeding among other things.”

Robb kissed my forehead once cupping my face in his gloved hands. “Your heart is one of the things I love about you.”

“Did you just say you love me?” I drew my head back slightly with a curious look.

Robb smiled down at me longingly. “Yes, I did.”

“Say it again, Stark.”

He nuzzled his nose against mine with a cheeky grin spread across his face when he uttered the words a few more times. “I love you. Do you hear me, I love you. I will always love you, Haelesa.”

“I think I love you too, Robb.” I grinned at him feeling overjoyed at this moment. I knew if I told him now he wouldn’t let Jaime live another night so it was best to keep the secret from him and visit a Maester here before we left. If I don’t know who the father could be after that the Moon Tea was my only option left that I had in my back pocket. “Robb, there’s something you should know along with me loving you. I think I am pregnant with Jaime’s-“

Robb connected my lips with his wrapping one arm around my waist bringing me in as close as possible. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened the already heated kiss. He threaded his other hand into my silver locks of hair that cascaded down my back and we would have remained that way if it wasn’t for someone knocking on the closed door peeking their head inside revealing none other than his mother Catelyn. “Robb, Lord Frey is getting tired of waiting for your girl to finish whatever her plan is for his daughters and granddaughters. What would you wish me to tell him?”

“Tell him we’ll be out in a minute to tell him our offer. Thank you, mother.” He glanced over his shoulder responding to her.

She nodded, closing the door when shen left. “Of course.”

“On your lead, my king.” I extended my right hand to him waiting for him in return to which he looped his larger one with my small palm.

“On our lead, my queen. Now and always.”

Together we exited the chamber room making our way into the throne seeing all eyes shift to us regardless of Lord Frey being the one to speak first and break the uncomfortable silence that had surrounded us the second we had left moments ago. “So Lord Stark, what has your lady wife come up with for our two houses to become united once more?”

“Lord Frey, we have come up with a solution. We will choose some of your granddaughters to choose which of my unwed bannermen to try and form a connection with them. But under no circumstances will we force them into an arranged marriage where they aren’t happy.” Robb explained to the elderly lord before our eyes.

Lord Frey eyed his uncle Edmure. “I’ll agree to that on one condition. We shall join house Tully and house Frey through Edmure and my daughter Roslin who was supposed to marry you, young wolf.”

“That can be done, my lord. You have my word.” Robb bowed his head.

Lord Frey clasped his hands together. “Then it’s settled then.”

“We did it. Ahh!” I squealed caught off guard when my husband scooped me up into his muscular arms twirling me around in circles of laughter briefly sitting me back down on my feet.

Robb put one hand on my hip and his other on my stomach grinning ear to ear. “Now all we need is a baby of our own.”

“Actually there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you about. I told you before that I gave my maidenhood to Jaime, that was true but there’s more to it. Robb, I think I’m pregnant except it might not - urgh!” I grunted grabbing at my belly feeling serious pain with a liquid falling down in between my legs.

Robb's face went flushed with fear. “Haelesa?”

“What’s wrong with her, son?” Catelyn came over to where we stood.

Chezney ran over where I grabbed her shoulder for balance until she bent down seeing something staining on the stone floor. “That can’t be too good.”

“Is that blood?” I cried, feeling tears welling in my eyes.

Robb shouted at the people in the room scooping me up into his arms where I winced feeling more pain spreading through my belly. “We need a Maester!” I was rushed into the nearest available room and empty bed with no clue of what was happening to me and my secret baby growing inside of me.

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esther-dot · 1 year ago

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Cat was supposed to marry Brandon only for him to die brutally by the hands of king. Shortly after she married to Ned only for him to leave for war against the king. How much terrified she would have been especially when she became pregnant? One thing after is happening and it's like she didn't get the time to process.

Absolutely. Having an heir was important, the books press on that issue a lot, so on the one hand, it had to be a relief to potentially be having the Stark heir, but it was right in the middle of so much chaos and trauma. Cat's entire life is marked by being forced into difficult situations without ever having a choice in the matter. There's a lot of pain in this passage,

When the last of Edmure's foot had shuffled under the portcullis, Brienne asked, "What shall we do now, my lady?" "Our duty." Catelyn's face was drawn as she started across the yard. I have always done my duty, she thought. Perhaps that was why her lord father had always cherished her best of all his children. Her two older brothers had both died in infancy, so she had been son as well as daughter to Lord Hoster until Edmure was born. Then her mother had died and her father had told her that she must be the lady of Riverrun now, and she had done that too. And when Lord Hoster promised her to Brandon Stark, she had thanked him for making her such a splendid match. I gave Brandon my favor to wear, and never comforted Petyr once after he was wounded, nor bid him farewell when Father sent him off. And when Brandon was murdered and Father told me I must wed his brother, I did so gladly, though I never saw Ned's face until our wedding day. I gave my maidenhood to this solemn stranger and sent him off to his war and his king and the woman who bore him his bastard, because I always did my duty. (ACOK, Catelyn VI

And then after losing her fiance, marrying a stranger who might be on the losing side of the war --terrifying prospect--and who might die, she has his child, goes home to a place in a region that's unknown to her, only to find he's installed his bastard there before his true born son, the son she bore him,

He did more than that. The Starks were not like other men. Ned brought his bastard home with him, and called him "son" for all the north to see. When the wars were over at last, and Catelyn rode to Winterfell, Jon and his wet nurse had already taken up residence. (AGOT, Catelyn II)

Trauma, terror, trauma, terror. The things she could have thought that implied! I totally agree she didn't have the opportunity to process any of this. I don't think Ned processed his trauma either. I was really struck by Brandon's presence in their marriage all these years later. Even though they've come to love each other, Ned can't seem to move past his insecurity and guilt, he's living a life that was never meant to be his:

Brandon had been twenty when he died, strangled by order of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen only a few short days before he was to wed Catelyn Tully of Riverrun. His father had been forced to watch him die. He was the true heir, the eldest, born to rule. (AGOT, Eddard I)

She finished for him. "… crown prince, and heir to the Iron Throne. And I was only twelve when my father promised me to your brother Brandon." That brought a bitter twist to Ned's mouth. "Brandon. Yes. Brandon would know what to do. He always did. It was all meant for Brandon. You, Winterfell, everything. He was born to be a King's Hand and a father to queens. I never asked for this cup to pass to me." "Perhaps not," Catelyn said, "but Brandon is dead, and the cup has passed, and you must drink from it, like it or not." Ned turned away from her, back to the night. He stood staring out in the darkness, watching the moon and the stars perhaps, or perhaps the sentries on the wall. Catelyn softened then, to see his pain. Eddard Stark had married her in Brandon's place, as custom decreed, but the shadow of his dead brother still lay between them, as did the other, the shadow of the woman he would not name, the woman who had borne him his bastard son. (AGOT, Catelyn II)

Neither was able to fully process and move past the trauma their marriage was created by and in. That tragic context for their relationship makes what it became so much more beautiful though, and this passage, all the more touching:

And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's solemn face. (ASOS, Catelyn V)

Not merely a good heart, a sweet heart. Not merely a survivable marriage, but love.

#dot chat #catelyn stark #nedcat

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atopvisenyashill · 11 months ago

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is it okay that this lady is in the dead ladies club?

i simply wanted the excuse to talk about the moms. i'm not including ashara, elia, or lyanna in this, because the last two are plot relevant deaths and ashara's is left purposefully mysterious I think because we are going to get some sort of answer there (not even implying "lemore is ashara" here, i think the fact that we have conflicting info on her does mean something about her baby being relevant to the tower of joy, which means howland or bran/the weirwood hivemind are going to reveal that to us. will it be a huge reveal that shakes the earth? i mean, probably not, but i do think it will be relevant).

let’s gooo-

joanna lannister is a dead mom with some narrative weight to her. all three lannisters think about how different their lives might have been, define themselves by the gaping absence of her in their life, and the fact that jaime commits more violence in the riverlands, convinces himself it’s a job well done, and of all people it’s his MOTHER who comes to him in a dream just to be like “this is your conscious speaking, you’re a fucking idiot get your life together dude,” you really feel that this is a family that was wrecked by the loss of their mother at a young age. it Is noticeable that we don’t get much of an idea of her personality compared to the men tho.

can she stay in the dead ladies club? yes, i think this is a well thought out dead mom, i simply wish she had slightly more characterization than “loving mom & wife.”

minisa whent gets less characterization, i think bc we only have cat as insight into her, so i can sort of forgive that, esp since i do think it’s noticeable that for all cat is really fuckijg busy most of the time, she does think about her mother and wonder if she would have been happier with her mother around. lysa & edmure only get to be Like That because they really had no adult taking care of them except cat who was still all but a child herself, so you can feel minisa’s absence in the characterization of her children and the damage her death did to the tully siblings.

can she stay in the dead ladies club? yes, i think this is a well thought out dead mom, although once again i wish we had the opportunity to get information on the type of person she was outside of "loving mother." i do think that minisa and joanna are meant to mirror each other in this way though - they died so young that they are forever frozen in the minds of their children as these paragons of goodness, as a reminder of where their lives went wrong, and what might have happened if things had been a little less sad for them.

what’s interesting about loreza nymeros martell is that we don’t even know what her actual name IS or her age or when she died AND YET despite how little time we spend with characters that knew her, Doran names her as an influence on him and quotes her, and this scene - “this is your kingdom” in the water gardens - is usually pointed to as one of those scenes that are The Point Of The Series. the writing around her is certainly clunky but at least you can tell there was thought put into the kind of person doran’s mother was and how she might have influenced doran's life. i also think it's notable here that we know she was up to things besides giving birth - she was a lady at court, she was friendly with joanna and rhaella, she was attempting to engage her kids to non dornish lords so she was clearly very pro-Dorne Being Involved as opposed to having an isolationist bent. we know a decent amount about her personality, and we don't even know who she marries, which is honestly kind of funny - so many of these characters only think about their fathers yet doran only thinks of his mother.

can she stay in the dead ladies club? yes, but we are deducting points for not having arianne think about her at all and also still not knowing her name.

cassana eastermont is a question mark but to be fair,,,,,so is steffon and that is kind of the point of both of them. cassana and steffon were at court, and then died, so like the other siblings of this era, the baratheon boys grew up Without An Adult In The Room except for Maester Cressen. the tragedy of Cressen being helpless to keep his boys together, and dying in a vain attempt to save what’s left of stannis and renly’s souls, it doesn’t really work if any of them have a lot of fond memories that they dwell over of cassana or steffon. and no one has any real idea how aware steffon was of the whisperings of rebellion against aerys because they’re so absent from the narrative, it’s funny that their son then became the face of that rebellion despite steffon’s targaryen mother. BUT. yeah it does objectively suck that we don’t know what cassana was up to before she had her first baby and then she dies, bc at least we know steffon was alive and doing shit, we’re just fuzzy on what. cassana begins and ends as a wife and mother, that really sucks and i wish we had gotten a single person throwaway commenting about her.

can she stay in the dead ladies club? yes, but i think if we had some throwaway lines about her, as an example, fostering at Storm's End so Rhaelle had some female company (since she had no daughters, and only the one son) and her and Steffon met and married that way, so that we know she existed before becoming a mother.

rhaella targaryen is an interesting example because we not only have several characters who remark on her and knew her, we actually get a significant amount of characterization for her. she was clearly romantic enough to entertain fantasies of running off with bonifer hasty and yet pragmatic enough to not pull a stunt like that. "mindful of her duty" as it's put, but also rebelling against her brother-husband in ways by being openly kind to rhaegar and embracing rhaenys and elia. stubborn enough to crown viserys on dragonstone. a loving mother whose loss broke viserys' mind. but...like did she have to die in childbirth? did daenerys have to have no memories of her whatsoever? would it not have been perfectly within the plot george wanted if rhaella and ser willem darry were with her, and died of a fever at the same time?

can she stay in the dead ladies club? no, i think it's really annoying and dumb that rhaella dies on dragonstone giving birth to dany. i dont think it changes the plot in any way if rhaella had stayed alive for four or five years after dany's birth, and if dany thought about her mother from time to time. it is honestly one of the my Main quibbles with this series, that dany never thinks about the women in her family when she thinks of leaders and rulers, only the men.

lyarra stark is in my opinion the most egregious example of a woman in the dead ladies club. no personality, no in canon mentions of her, no idea when she dies, george didn't even think about her until twoiaf. there were theories and mystery surrounding her and the answer was "george did not think she was relevant" and it sure is fun and intersting to look at which dead characters are irrelevant and which ones get characterization (see comments about steffon vs cassana). i get wanting most of the grandparents to be dead by the end of robert's rebellion - a lot of the point is that the sets of siblings from the rebellion era are very isolated from their childhoods, signified by the losses of their parents and especially their mothers (as motherhood and childhood are kind of intrinsically linked together). but why did she have to die before the rebellion? why does ned never once think about her? why must it always be the mother who is inconsequential while the father makes history? to throw george's own words at him, the woman is important too!

can she stay in the dead ladies club? no, there's just no reason why she couldn't have lived to the rebellion, been the Stark in Winterfell alongside Benjen, and died during the war, either of grief, shock, or potentially even after an attempt at finding lyanna herself goes awry.

#motherhood #minisa whent #loreza nymeros martell #the unnamed princess of dorne #joanna lannister #cassana estermont #getting on my soap box #the dead ladies club #lyarra stark #rhaella targaryen #once again i say. bored at work.

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greenbloods · 2 years ago

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you are seventeen and the world is at war. the ravens come on ink-feathered wings. they say your betrothed has died in the capital, strangled by the mad king’s wrath. the earth is shifting beneath your feet. you find yourself in a sept saying vows to his brother. he is quiet and stern and aloof, so different from his brother, but you always knew your duty. you will come to love him in time, you know. that night in the bedchambers where you consummated your marriage, you study his sleeping stone face in the pale moonlight streaking through the windows of riverrun. it is the first time you have seen his face, truly.

you come to bear a son in time, as your septa promised. he has rosy cheeks and auburn hair like yours. and he is healthy, gods be good. but from the south your husband comes too with a son, with dark hair and dim eyes. you had heard what men were like, you had steeled your heart to your duty, you had known that a man’s right was different from a woman’s, but you could not bear this. the son you bore, the months of labor, the long days looking out from windows for your lord husband to come on horseback with his helm glittering in the sun, were they not enough? the bastard had his father’s hair.

the boys grow close together, too close. you bear other children come time. then came another war, and ned brought home another son. this one had dark hair too. for the first few days he walked around the halls of winterfell dazed, half a ghost. you could not help but see yourself in him, the way you felt when you had first come to this queer castle, more ancient than legend, a world away from your father and your home. you were always your father’s favored daughter, you did everything right. never spoke out of turn never misplaced a stitch never said a word that was unseemly. your brother was dear to your heart, but even when his beard had grown he could not hide that he was a little brother, awkward and diffident and more heart than head. and your sister...lysa and your lord father had never seen eye to eye even in the best of weather. yet it was you who was sent off to a mans bedchamber, while edmure kept the castle home and remained at his fathers side.

the ravens bring words of doom from the capital, and the world tastes as it did seventeen years ago. your husband is dead. yesterday your son was half a boy, but he looks a man now, the sternness in his eyes. his beard is coming in; he looks so much like edmure. you are tired of being strong, tired of your duty, but you cannot balk now. day and night you spend at your father’s side as he dies slowly of the crabs in his belly. you cannot help him, but you cannot leave him. reason has lost its reason. you were good you were good you did everything right, the daughter to your father, the wife to your husband, the mother to your children. all gone, all lost, all doomed by the narrative.

you did your duty as the storm rolled in. and as the knife is at your throat you can feel the troubles drain down your skin in rivulets. if you come back, you promise yourself, you will haunt the narrative like a ghost.

#cannot understand catelyn hate #love her character more than words can say if yall cant empathize with her thats a skill issue #catelyn tully #asoiaf #catelyn stark #my posts

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ladycatofwinterfell · 1 year ago

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Where the river meets the snow

Summary: Ned comes south to visit Riverrun for the first time since Catelyn had to take over as Lady Tully after her brother’s passing. Both of them are overjoyed to see each other again.

Day 5 of @nedcatweek : no Edmure AU

To be held by Ned again was like a dream. Not that she had expected it would never happen again, it had merely been so long. After years of seeing him every day being apart had been hard.

Finally he was with her again. Finally she could sit with her back to his chest and feel it move with every breath he took.

They sat in the grass under the shadow of a tree in the godswood, hidden away for a little bit while the children readied themselves for supper. The sun was setting and still the air was warm. Riverrun’s summers differed from Winterfell’s.

“I truly have missed you” Ned said softly.

He must have said it a thousand times since he came to Riverrun earlier that day and she had returned the words as many times. She had missed him terribly.

“I know you have” she told him.

It had become more obvious to her just how much she missed him when she laid eyes on him once more. It was easier not to think of it when he wasn’t there to remind her. When all their children but Robb were gathered. He was the Stark in Winterfell while his father was away and it ached in her that she had to wait even longer to see him again.

The days before Ned’s arrival she had grown nervous. A voice in her head had whispered that perhaps Ned had grown bored of a wife he never saw. She had feared she would have missed him more than he had missed her. Then he had taken her in his arms as soon as she had finished greeting Rickon and he had kissed her so sweetly that all her worries melted away.

“Sometimes I look to my side to ask your opinion on some matter only to find that you’re not there. They must think me mad.”

When they both laugh they seemed to become one. Not two people separated by leagues and leagues, but two people so closely entangled with one another that they were one. She loved the feeling of that.

“I do the same” she admitted. “After so many years with you always there it’s strange to be alone.”

She had not been meant to be alone, she was meant to be with her husband and all her children. Though fate had not made it so. Fate had brought her back south.

Catelyn turned her head so that she could look at him. How she loved his eyes, loved how they softened when they found her face. She had worried that would have changed during his absence.

“Will you ever return home?” he asked.

“I am home.”

Riverrun was her home. Winterfell had been from when they were wed to when Edmure had died, but then Riverrun had come to belong to hers. And so it had once again become her home.

“Home to Winterfell” he clarified. “To me. And Robb and Rickon.”

She had brought both their daughters with her south because Sansa had so desperately wanted it and because Arya would do well to see something other than Winterfell. Catelyn had thought perhaps she would learn some manners if she was brought to a new place, though that had yet to happen. She knew Arya would raise the question of returning north with Ned and Rickon. Bran had been named her heir as her firstborn son was her husband’s heir and so it had been natural to take him to the castle that would one day be his. The relief over not having to leave him had been greater than she wished to admit.

“I don’t know.”

It would not be possible before Bran came of age and that was years away. Once he was old enough to be lord she could step down and let him be Lord of Riverrun. Though after coming south she had wondered if that was what she wanted. Or if she wished to remain Lady of Riverrun. She had come to feel that she could be of more use there than she had been in Winterfell.

“Can I hope to ever have my Lady Stark again or is the disappointment inevitable?”

“I don’t know” she repeated. “I miss Winterfell and I miss you, it’s just that–“

“Here you rule in your own right?”

She leaned away from him and turned so that she was facing him.

“It has nothing to do with that! I was born here and I grew up here. I may be a Stark through marriage, but I’m a Tully by birth. Therefore I want to be in Riverrun.”

She loved Riverrun. She loved the Riverlands and she loved the riverlords. The northerners had welcomed her more kindly than she could have ever dreamed, she had been one of them. But that could never change that she was of the south, that she had not been born in the North.

Ned looked at her, studied her face. He had a way of doing so that became infuriating from time to time.

“You were your father’s heir before your brother was born” he then said. “I cannot fault you for wanting to be what you were raised to be, even as all I want is to have you with me in Winterfell.”

“As a child I always knew Riverrun would belong to a brother of mine. I was never the true heir.”

She had learned to be Lady of Riverrun, but no one had ever let her think she was anything but a spare. That was what she had been raised to be. The one who would take over if Hoster Tully never had a son. Hoster Tully had had a son. Still she was there.

“If there had been guarantee of a son Lord Hoster never would have raised you as he did.”

“I understood early that my sex made me a lacking heir. Had I been enough my father would not have kept making my mother with child so that I would have a brother to take my place.”

That was the way of things. She had never questioned it, she knew her place. Never, not even as a little girl, had she been foolish enough to truly believe she could ever have Riverrun.

There was almost a smile on Ned’s face then. Not a happy smile, perhaps, though a smile. A knowing smile.

“See?” he said. “You say it was your place.”

“You know what I mean.”

“The place as your father’s heir was made for a brother of yours. But Edmure is gone and you will never have another brother.”

Every time someone said it her heart ached a little. Her little brother. Her Edmure. She wished she had not been Lady of Riverrun because that would have meant Edmure was alive. She would have done anything to get her little brother back. He had always been so full of life, he was not meant to be dead. Though she could not bring him back from death, no one could.

“Every day I wish he was alive.”

Every day she wished Father and Uncle Brynden and Edmure had still been alive. Even as she liked being in Riverrun she wished it had not meant their deaths, it was tragedy that had brought her there. It seemed a common thing in her life. It was death that had brought her to Ned, as well.

Ned reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“I’m not saying you wished death upon your brother.”

“That is well because if you had I would have sent you back to Winterfell right in this instance. In several pieces.”

Family always came first. What she wanted, what she desired, meant nothing. She knew people killed and betrayed and cheated for power. She could not understand. All that mattered was her family.

Ned’s smile became a true smile.

“In several pieces, you say?”

“At least two. A head and a body.”

Ned trailed a hand up her arm.

“My lady is without mercy.”

“I did say I would send the pieces of you back to Winterfell. I could have kept them.”

“Well, as I am now the husband of Lady Tully perhaps I should be burned on the river in Tully fashion.”

“Yes, that would be suiting.”

When his hand reached her shoulder he pulled her to him and kissed her. Each time they kissed she was reminded of how starved she had been since she left Winterfell. No embraces, no kisses, no one to confide in, no one to share her bed. It was a lonesome existence.

“I understand why you want to be here, my lady” Ned said when they parted. “That does not change that I do not want to be separated from you and Bran and the girls.”

Catelyn sighed.

“I cannot even make the decision to step down and return to Winterfell before Bran is of age” she said. “You will have to endure without me until then, at least. Though this is not a promise.”

If he felt disappointment he hid it well.

“I know it’s not. I’m aware of that this is no simple matter.”

He was right in that. It was no simple matter.

“I’m the head of my house now, I cannot disregard that. I have to be more than your wife and the mother of your children. I’m a ruling lady in my own right, I have my own heir and I have to see to my house and my people.”

She couldn’t deny that she wanted that. She wanted all that and she also wanted to be with her husband and all her children again. Though her family was more than them, her family was also House Tully even as she was all that remained of it. Putting her family first also meant ensuring the Tully name would live on.

“I assume you will want Bran to become Lord Tully after you” Ned said.

They had not had time to properly discuss it further than that Bran would be Riverrun’s heir, though she expected they would have a formal negotiation before Ned returned to Winterfell. As strange as it would feel to negotiate heirs with her husband as if he was a lord she did not know. She would have to look past her personal ties to him to secure a favourable outcome for herself.

“Of course. Bran keeping the Stark name once Riverrun is his would be the end of House Tully, I cannot allow that.”

Should it happen after her passing she would not have control over it, though she sincerely hoped her son would respect her wishes. That he would see the importance of keeping her house alive.

“He’s a son of House Stark” Ned still insisted.

She still let Bran call himself Stark, she would not force him to do otherwise before it was time for it even as she would have preferred it. All she asked was that the Tully name be allowed to live on. That there would be a Lord Tully in Riverrun and not a Lord Stark.

“I may be wed to you, but I now rule here as Lady Tully and therefore he’s also a son of House Tully. Until the day Riverrun is his, either because I step down or because of my passing, Bran can call himself Stark if so is his wish. But then he will be Lord Tully.”

She understood she was likely to meet opposition regarding that, though she would not waver.

Ned muttered something she could not hear.

“And a son of Lord Eddard Stark” she continued. “You will not be any less his father because he has my name.”

“Should, gods forbid, only one of our children remain in the end they will have both Winterfell and Riverrun.”

It would never come to that. It couldn’t. But then she knew his name would come before hers because he was a man. Either a Stark would hold both Winterfell and Riverrun or Riverrun would end up in the hands of another house. Either way it was her family name that would perish while his lived on.

“That will not happen” she said. “We have five children and are not too old to have more.”

With some luck she would present him with another son or daughter next time they saw one another. She would pray for it, there was nothing she wanted more. It had been long enough since Rickon.

“It is hard to make more children with my wife so far away.”

“For once your wife is right beside you” Catelyn smiled. “And you have weeks to make her with child.”

What a wonderful few weeks they would be. Weeks where she would have the days with her children and the nights with her husband. She dreaded they day they were leaving again.

“As a guest it seems rude to occupy Lady Tully at all times” Ned said.

As he was speaking he leaned closer to her. So close their noses almost touched.

“And as a host it seems rude to be occupied elsewhere while Lord Stark is visiting.”

She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back against the tree he had been leaning against. Ned made no resistance, was glad to fall back against the trunk behind him.

“I am at my lady’s mercy” he then said.

Catelyn couldn’t help but scoff at him. Though at the same time there was no denying the rush of joy at all of it. Of that he was there to do that for her and that her bed would no longer be empty.

She moved to him and brushed her lips over his.

“You’re ridiculous, my lord” she whispered. “That is what you are.”

Even as she said that she was unable to keep the corners of her lips from turning upwards.

“And yours to do with as you wish” Ned made her aware.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

Barely did she have time to press her lips to his before someone cleared their throat.

Catelyn turned her head so quickly it made her neck ache and found that their oldest daughter was standing not very far away from them.

“We are ready for supper now” Sansa said.

Her cheeks had become very pink. How long had she been standing there for?

“We will be with you in a moment” Catelyn told her, leaning away from Ned.

“I shall let them know.”

Sansa hesitated for a moment before turning away. When she left them she walked faster than she usually did.

“You make a fool of me” Catelyn sighed once their daughter was out of sight.

It was hard to deny the joy over having him there so that he could do it.

“Are you really one to speak?”

When he leaned towards her for another kiss she had to move away. They had somewhere to be, the children were waiting for them. They could not allow themselves the risk of being distracted.

“They’re waiting” she reminded him.

Ned’s smile made her heart flutter.

“Then let us go to them.”

#apologies to edmure who once again had to die. at least he got to live into adulthood this time <3 unmarried and childless though <3 my boy #nedcatweek2024 #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #my fic

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istaricelebelasse · 2 years ago

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a Jeyne of your choice with a baby?

Thank you for the prompt!

I feel like I should probably apologise to you for this one…

Jeyne curled around her baby.

The soft red curls on his head, the blue of his eyes, the blood in his veins, all of it made her son a target.

Edwyn would never know his father, nor his grandparents, nor even his aunts and uncles. He might not even know his mother, if the Lannisters had their way.

“Mama loves you so, so much.” Jeyne whispered, pressing a kiss to the down on his head, “Mama loves you more than the moon and the stars and the sun.”

She let herself place another kiss to his head, savouring the memory of him. It was a memory she would surely need in the dark of her cell.

Edwyn smiled at her, his gums poking through the curve of his perfect little lips. He waved one chubby fist in the air, and as Jeyne caught it she couldn’t he’ll but marvel over every single one of his tiny, perfect fingernails.

Her baby was perfect and she wished she could see him grow.

Carefully she dressed him in a gown made from one of Robb’s shirts. Carefully she swaddled him in a blanket made from her marriage cloak. She tucked her jewels into the swaddle, hiding them in the folds of the cloth.

It was all she could give him. All she had that would prove who he was.

A plain blanket and swaddling bands went over the top. He had to stay warm, had to stay safe, and blending in was his best chance for that.

“Mama loves you.” She said once more, pressing a single drop of sweetsleep onto his gums. A single drop should not hurt him, and it would be safer than him awaking and making a noise the Lannisters could track.

His eyes blinked shut, and Jeyne mourned for the loss of their sweet blue. She cradled him close to her chest and stole from her rooms. Better her family did not know what she was about to do. Better no one but she knew of her plan.

The castle was dark, but Jeyne knew it almost as well as her childhood home. Months under siege would do that.

The river was her destination, the small patch of bank only accessible through a door hidden by the reeds. It would be visible to the shore on any other night but for the lack of moon in the sky.

“You are sure of this?” Ser Brynden asked as he stood from his crouched position among the reeds, his voice low and kind.

“I am.” Jeyne straightened her shoulders and passed her precious son to his great uncle.

Set Brynden took Edwyn as though he was the most fragile glass, and tucked him securely into an oilskin sling against his front. So too did he take the bag that Jeyne passed him, packed with some of what he might need to keep her son safe and well.

She should have been sending him off with a grand entourage. Should have been keeping him with her in the keep.

But Lord Edmure had been spotted within the Lannister camp and they all knew it was only a matter of time before he was used to make the castle surrender.

A single swimmer would have the best chance at evading the Lannisters, and Ser Brynden had the best chance of being believed as he championed her son’s identity.

“Keep him safe, my lord. Restore him to his home.”

Ser Brynden looked down at her, his face solemn. “I swear, my queen. King Edwyn will see Winterfell, will sit upon the throne of the North as his father did before him.”

Jeyne stepped back, the tears in her eyes finally trailing down her cheeks. “I know you will. Now go! We will buy you whatever time we can. Go! Before the Lannisters wake. Go!”

Ser Brynden smiled, he tucked Edwyn closer to his chest within his oilskin sling, and he slipped into the dark of the water.

And Jeyne waited on the bank until the last of the ripples had died away and her son was truly gone.

#jeyne westerling #robb x jeyne #brynden tully #asoiaf fic #my fic #anonymous

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 months ago

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A Stark She Remains [14/?]

Fandom: ASoIaF Characters: Robb and Catelyn Stark, Cersei Lannister Summary: Robb receives news

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"Your Grace! My Lady Stark! I bear news!" Riverrun's Maester rushed towards the chamber King Robb, Lady Catelyn, Lord Edmure and The Blackfish were making plans. As one, the family looked up and he gave a quick bow, "Your Grace, I bear a letter from the Hand of the King, Lord Tyrion Lannister; he wishes to create peace… and deliver the Lady Sansa back to her family."

Lady Catelyn stood so fast, she nearly toppled her chair. "And why is that? What has happened, Maester?"

"King Joffrey died," he watched as those present gasped and shouted their disbelief. "It seems King Joffrey had an accident, he died cutting himself on the throne."

The eyes of those in the room were very wide indeed.

"And what about Sansa, what about my daughter? And what of Arya? What of her?"

He cringed, "It seems that the Lannisters lost the Lady Arya," shouts of fury were heard all over the room. "Lord Tyrion speaks of her vanishing, but the Lady Sansa is well guarded and he wishes to send her back. He invited representatives of the North to the Keep, he swears to keep the peace and offer guest rights to negotiate."

Silence.

"Robb, my son, I beg of you to send me." Lady Catelyn spoke with a firm voice, though her eyes were glazing. "Send whomever else you wish, but I wish to be reunited with Sansa, I beg of you."

"And Sansa will be inclined to speak with you better than with any of our men, save perhaps the Mormont ladies," Robb nodded. "Very well, mother, I shall permit it. Uncle Brynden, would you do me the honor of accompany mother? I shall place a strong guard and will move a regiment as close as possible, I will not take any chances."

"Aye, nephew, I shall go with my niece."

"Very well, I shall think of the honor guard. I will inform you all when the decision will be made." Robb nodded to his mother, "We will get Sansa back, mother. And we know what happened to Arya, we will make further plans."

Catelyn nodded.

Cersei Lannister paced the room in which her disgusting brother was keeping her. That bloody dwarf believed himself to be better than her? No. He was nothing but an abomination and she would not let Sansa Stark go. She was their only way to keep the North subdued and under her thumb.

Those savages did not know who they were treating with.

She was Cersei Lannister, daughter of Tywin and Joanna; she was the Light of the West, rightful Queen of these Seven Kingdoms and she would not be told what to do by a disgusting, mother-killing dwarf. She looked at the door and snarled, she needed to get out of here. And then, oh then, she would make them pay.

She was the Queen, after all.

She had waited far too long for her to be quiet, it was her time to rule and make her place in history by proving that she was the only child of Tywin worth speaking off. She would surpass even him. Soon enough, Tywin Lannister would only be known as her father.

And her enemies would pay.

She would be the King Joffrey never got to be. Oh her sweet child, she missed him. She loved him. He was the best part of her, but he was gone and the Gods could not bring him back.

It was up to her now. She was the Queen.

#asoiaf fic #asoiaf #robb stark #catelyn stark #cersei lannister #a stark she remains #au: canon divergence #au: supernatural

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waitingforwinterwinds · 2 years ago

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ASOS; Steel and Snow: 02 CATELYN I (pages 33-42)

Catelyn is grounded for sending Jaime and Brienne on their road trip and discovers something worrying about her father's involvement in Lysa's marriage situation, meanwhile, Edmure makes a poor life choice in response to the jailbreak.

... These old fellas ready to just "well, a mother's grief am I right? we'll let this one slide on account" meanwhile, Cat's "I did crime, I will do time. In the dungeon or by my father's bedside, but I will do time."

She's right of course, still thinking about the backlash they'd get if they didn't punish her.

Her things were moved into her father's bedchamber, dominated by the great canopied bed she had been born in, its pillars carved in the shapes of leaping trout.

I kinda want to see that. Like, are the pillars a bunch of trout leaping up stream where the main body of the pillar is the stream, or is it just four absolutely huge trout posed like they're leaping?

"Forgive me... the blood... oh, please... Tansy..." Could there have been another woman in her father's life? Some village maiden he had wronged when he was young, perhaps? (...) "Who is Tansy, my lord? Do you want me to send for her, father? Where would I find the woman? Does she still live?" Lord Hoster groaned. "Dead." His hand groped for hers. "You'll have others... sweet babes, and trueborn."

Secret lover? I get the feeling Tansy lost some babies, possibly in a miscarriage, possibly induced, and that they were Hoster's. Before or after his wife though, that's the question.

!!!!! OR....

sorry, I just remembered that I know something about Lysa and Petyr. If Tansy was a nickname for Lysa...

Maester Vyman: We're not supposed to talk to you... Cat: *wheedles answers out of him anyway*

none y'all can withstand Cat.

Oh no, Robb is injured, he needs a doctor. and to not fall in love with said doctor. which he won't, because she was show exclusive iirc, book wife is a different lady.

... oop, Cat's on the same Tansy = Lysa train that I was on, but she's assuming Jon Arryn

He needed a young wife if House Arryn was to continue... a young wife known to be fertile. ... "Father," she said, "Father, I know what you did."

Cat is very quick. So now she knows Tansy was Lysa, but I'm not sure she knows that Lysa was a willing participant in getting pregnant. At the very least she likely knows it wasn't a noble in bed with her.

Also: 5 known miscarriages for Lysa, no wonder the woman has issues, but also, of course she had trouble with pregnancies, children and teenagers aren't meant to be pregnant! Yes teens can and do get pregnant and carry to term successfully, but the amount of stress it puts on their bodies? ooph, no. They are fighting the odds.

Edmure was blind to her distress. "Jaime was my charge, and I mean to have him back. I've sent ravens-" "Ravens to whom? How many?" "Three," he said, "so the message will be certain to reach Lord Bolton. By river or road, the way from Riverrun to King's Landing must needs take them close by Harrenhal." "Harrenhal." The very word seemed to darken the room. Horror thickened her voice as she said, "Edmure, do you know what you have done?" "have no fear, I left your part out. I wrote that Jaime had escaped, and offered a thousand dragons for his recapture." Worse and worse, Catelyn thought in despair. My brother is a fool. Unbidden, unwanted, tears filled her eyes. "If this was an escape," she said softly, "and not and exchange of hostages, why should the Lannisters give my daughters to Brienne?"

Oh Edmure, you screwed that pooched with startling efficiency.

Like, I understand he was reacting swiftly to the situation, but this was really a time when he should have spoken to his sister first, and kept the escape on the down low.

Firstly, because he just publicly declared they lost the Kingslayer. Very Publicly. now people know escape from the Riverrun dungeon is possible, it does damage to their team reputation, but also and more importantly in this context, it immediately erases any power their having Jaime as a hostage gave them.

Like with Arya, the belief that the Lannisters have her is just as powerful as them actually having her. but that's gone now, poof.

further, now there will be dozens of sellswords and the like chasing after Jaime for the coin, which the clever lot might try to increase by ransom back to the Lannisters. "Tully says 1,000, you can have him for 2."

Never mind if the sellswords fight the actually Tully team forces to ensure they get the money, it's just making more potential enemies.

Secondly: Cat is right, Edmure has dashed any chance of this being an exchange now, because all Cersei has to do is say "you're the ones who said my brother escaped, so there was never any deal for exchange, and if there was, you weren't the ones fulfilling it, you're just trying to bet on a winning horse after the race is done."

Edmure could have sent select men good at the stealthy stuff out to search for them, found them, then sent more of his men. Either to bring them back or to pad the escort and ensure they got Sansa in exchange. (since Arya's not actually in King's Landing.)

It is really surprising to have this from Edmure given his previously sound strategies, and tactical ability. I guess this either hit him in the ego with a crit to his logic, or this was a case of the consequences were too political for him to parse.

#a storm of swords #steel and snow #a song of ice and fire #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #a chapter a day reading #asos #asoiaf

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axelsagewrites · 1 year ago

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Hi. Can I request Edmure x female Snow (Jon’s sister) where Edmure, reader, Jon etc learn her heritage and after dany’s mad queen thing is reader selected to be queen and Edmure her consort. Maybe smut too, either way more Edmure.

Edmure Tully*My Queen, My Love

Pairing: snow!f!reader x husband!edmure

A/N: I did change your request slightly since I just couldn’t think of how to write danny as the mad queen or how to get the plot going so now its edmures reaction to her heritage and danny naming her as her heir and them celebrating with some soft smut at the end so I hope you still like it!

Word count: 2705

Warnings: talks of death/red wedding, praise, ‘my queen’ honorific, f!receiving oral, fingering, slight teasing, thighs, soft smut 18+

Past

When Jon left for the wall, you thought you’d never see him again. When your sisters got taken as hostages in the red keep you thought they were as good as dead. When Winterfell was taken you thought your youngest brothers were gone for good. Everyone around you began to drop like flies and if not for Edmure you would have thrown yourself from Riverrun’s walls when you got the news of Robbs brutal murder and at a wedding no less.

Your stomach churned at the memory, and you wondered what your own fate would have been if Robb had not sent you and Edmure back to Riverrun to defend it from Lannister attacks. Sometimes you wondered if he knew, if somehow Robb felt the unease in the air of the twins. When you hugged Robb goodbye for the last time you clung on, but you did not know why you did or why your direwolf star was so reluctant to leave Greywind’s side. She, like ghost, was a pale white but unlike his red eyes hers were the palest of purples, so pale you wondered if they were clear in certain lights.

You were only halfway to Riverrun when you heard the news. You tried to back, hell bent of trying to avenge Robb with a sword, a wolf, and only three men but Edmure had to hold you back. He screamed at you in the forest ‘do you want to die? What of your sisters who will they have to save them when your dead at Walder Frey’s feet? Dying won’t bring him back.'

'My father is dead. My brothers are dead. The girls are as good as dead and only the gods know where Jon is, you screamed it back, face wet with tears and your voice tearing the air. I have no one.'

'You have me and you have star and the gods be good your sisters in time, but you won’t have anything if you run without thinking.'

His words swam about your heads for the weeks you spent traveling with Edmure and the two others Robb had sent with you. Your gold ran out quickly and there were no friends for you to find. That was until you came across the man with half his face scorched off. You’d found him in a heap at the bottom of a mountain and were shocked when you noticed his shallow breaths.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to stop your travels for a week to nurse him back to health, but you did and when he was not insulting you or trying to start fights his roughness started to slip. 'Did you see a girl dressed as a boy? Brown hair, face like a pinched arse, a tiny needle of a sword. Goes by Arry.' Arya. Your sister was alive. You had hope again.

Eventually the gods turned your fate. You may have lost the two guards Robb had sent with you in skirmishes, but you were left with Sandor and Edmure and eventually the brotherhood found you. With them came travels and with travels came Jon. Finally you had Jon back. Then Sansa too and with the hope Arya was out there you dared continue.

Meanwhile you had Edmure beside you the entire time. He backed all your decisions publicly and debated you in private but never to berate. He helped you heal the wounds you couldn’t reach and didn’t eat till he made sure you had your share. He was the rock securing your tie to reality.

You remember his reaction to meeting Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name. Its not her dragons we should fear. A woman who brings the Dothraki across the sea on the hope of a promise not given to her holds power. Her words hold power.

While Sansa was sceptical of her you felt yourself drawn to her. As time went on you began to view her as more of a friend than a foreign queen. You found yourself added to her small council. Despite Tyrion being her hand, it was you she turned to in her dilemma.

Then one day Jon barged into one of your chambers, insisting it could not wait a day longer. He forced Edmure to leave the chambers despite you insisting that the man who had become your husband could hear anything he had to say. 'Ned Stark was not our father sweet sister, but he was not a stranger either.' You felt the colour drain from your face as he spoke. 'Bran, he saw it, Lyanna Stark on her birthing bed. Twins in her arms. We had a mother sweet sister and a father too. Rhaegar Targaryen.'

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After he broke the news, you demanded he leave, not wanting him to speak another word till you could bare to tell Daenerys yourself. Then Edmure returned. As you told him everything Jon had revealed you felt your world spinning as Edmure sat silently taking it all in.

The feel of Edmures hands grabbing yours slowed your rant, your breathing steadying. “Breathe my love. It is going to be okay,”

“But what if its not?” You asked, a break in your voice.

You looked to the man that had kept you afloat during this war with wide eyes brimmed with tears. His hand gently moved to hold your face, “You are still you, my love. This does not need to change your world unless you choose it too. Your brother will back you; he always has. I am here for you love. We are safe, we will survive this,”

“What if she thinks us a threat?” You said, voice barely above a whisper, “Rober Baratheon would’ve murdered them in their cribs if he had got there in time to swing his hammer. What will she do to me?”

“She has shown you no signs of tyranny, no signs of madness. If you lie to her, scheme against her, she will know but even if ned Stark was not your father you still have his honour,” Edmure said, leaning to kiss your forward softly, “and you have me. I may not breath fire, but I would fight any dragon for you,”

You watched as Daenerys face turned as Jon told her the truth with you by his side. “If it were true, you would be the last living male Targaryen. Are you here to threaten my claim?” She asked, her face twisting into betrayal.

“No,” you said, finally speaking up in the silence, “Jon has no interest in the iron throne, do you brother?” You said, scared when he paused for a moment before agreeing with you.

Daenerys turned away, pacing to the fire in silence, “Leave us,” she said, her head raising to face Jon, “and do not speak a word of this to anyone. Swear it,”

“I swear it your grace,” Jon said, nodding his head solemnly before leaving.

As the door shut Daenerys finally turned to look at you, “I assume Edmure knows,” she said dryly, “Who else?”

“No one your grace,” you said, crossing the room to try come to her side but she backed away, “No one needs know if you don’t want them too. But you cannot deny you need a family,”

“I have my dragons,” she said, almost spitting the words before looking into the flames, “A woman told me once they would be my only children,” she said with a softer tone.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," you whispered back, having heard her tales of her first marriage many nights.

“When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves,” she said, her eyes not leaving the flickering flames, “I believe I will see my child when I die. The son a witch stole from me. The family I was told to dream about having as a child, gone. What is a queen with no heirs?” She said, finally looking from the flames. “If I was to name Jon my heir people would cross their fingers for the day I died. Your land has never cared much for their queens,”

You paused for a moment, thinking back to the talks you had with Edmure the night before. “There is another way your grace,” you said, moving over to sit in the armchair by the fire, Daenerys moving to the other, “The northerns have never liked to bend their knee to the south but what if you didn’t make them? Allow Jon to be king of the north, recognise Robbs kingship and his will naming Jon as his heir. No southern lord is going to fight for a bastard to sit the iron throne,”

Daenerys sat back in her chair, thinking over your words carefully, “And what of you? You would stay in the north to take the throne after him?”

You shook your head lightly, “No your grace. He may be my brother, but you are my queen. I will follow you south, fight your battles and die for you, if need be, serve however required,”

Daenerys paused, chuckling slightly under her breath, “Even as my heir?” She said, her eyes hard to read.

“Unless you have children,” you said but Daenerys just laughed and stood again.

“No. My dragons are my children. One of them is already dead. My womb has been cursed and the child bed is more dangerous than any battle ahead. Now I will not have children. But I will have an heir. An heir who will act as a delegate to the newly independent north. You,” she said, finally turning back to see you, “You shall be my heir and you shall rule when I am gone. Not your husband, not Jon. You,”

The feast announcing Daenerys decision was one of the last moments of joy for many before the long night. You sat at the head table, Daenerys on one side and Edmure on the other. He held your hand under the table, his thumb stroking over your hand. Jon sat on the other side of Daenerys; a shoddy silver crown placed on his head unlike the one Daenerys wore made of gold.

After the festivities you walked back to your chamber, slightly lightheaded from the wine but with Edmures arm wrapped around yours to steady yourself. “One day you will be a queen,” he hummed, smiling down at you, “The title suits me,”

“Hopefully not for a long time,” you said, kissing his cheek as you stumbled to your chambers, “Excited about your future promotion?” You joked with a drunken grin.

He shook his head with a chuckle, “the title is yours not mine. I will not rule for you love for you will be my queen. Though I hope you will at least allow me on your council when the time comes,” he said as you turned into the corridor your chamber lay in.

“Of course,” you said, hugging his arm tighter, “You have always been my hand. Without you I am nothing,”

“No, my love,” he said as he unlatched the chamber door, “You are everything and more,” he said, kissing your lips softly in the chamber doorway. “Give me a moment to light the fire,”

As Edmure stoked the flames you began to slip out of your northern clothes, leaving them in a pile at the side of the bed and leaving only your shift on for coverage. You sat on the foot of the bed, watching as Edmure finally had the fire burning bright before he took his own outdoor clothing off.

“You look divine my love,” he said as he sat his neatly folded tunic on the armchair by the fire. You held your hand out to him across the room, silently beckoning him over. Edmure did as you asked wordlessly, gently taking your hand and moving to stand between your legs. He bent down, pressing a slow soft kiss to your lips. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his cupping your jaw lightly before he stood up straight again, “It is time for rest my love,” he said, moving back to kick off his boots.

You shook your softly at him, a smile toying your lips, “We are celebrating tonight remember?” You said, standing so you could wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer. His body, left with only his trousers, pressed flush against yours leaving no gaps between your skin. “Wont you celebrate with me, husband?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I suppose some celebrating could be in order,” Edmure said with a light chuckle. He lifted your chin with his fingers, his head dipping to reconnect your lips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer somehow. You were breathless as Edmure walked you back till the backs of your thighs hit the bed frame. “Lay down my queen,” he said, panting as he pulled away from your lips.

“I am not queen yet,” you said, the wine making the idea more funny than terrifying. None the less you moved to lay on the bed, letting your shift bunch up to reveal more of your thighs.

Edmures eyes scanned your thighs, soaking in your frame. You couldn’t help but notice the outline in his trousers by this point but you did not protest as he began to crawl up the bed to you, kissing your calf then knee and up to your thighs, “Let me serve you my queen,” he said as he placed a kiss to your inner thigh, “You have always been my queen,”

Your breathing was ragged as you felt him kiss up your inner thighs, his breath fanning over your skin making it tingle. Your fingers ran over his hair, toying with it softly, “Serve me husband,” you said, aching for his mouth which was less than an inch from where you wanted it to be, “Serve your queen,” you inhaled sharply when you felt him place a soft kiss to your wet cunt, his lips moving up to place another wet kiss to your clit. Your fingers tugged his hair gently as he began to lick soft stripes up your cunt, his pressure increasing with each lick to tease the feeling. While you were usually the one doing the teasing Edmure wanted to make sure this was truly a celebration for you tonight as his tongue worked its wonders while his hands softly squeezed your thighs.

His mouth moved up, his focus turning to gently sucking your clit as curse words slipped from under your breath. His hand slipped from your thigh, slowly grazing over your skin till his fingers began to tease your hole. You moaned lightly when you felt his fingers slowly slipping in as he had practised many times with you over the years. You could feel your thighs tighten around his head and how he moaned sending vibrations through your wet cunt.

You could feel your body tightening, a knot forming in your stomach as Edmure began to hit your sweet spot, his fingers curling gently to hit closer with each move. “Yes,” you gasped, your fingers suddenly tightening in his hair, “Like that,” you said, your voice caught as your body tightened.

Edmure did exactly as he was told as he felt your thighs begin to twitch. Your body felt close to bursting till your orgasm spilled over you, your legs clamping around his head as your body tensed up, toes curling. Edmure did not attempt to remove his tongue or mouth as he let you ride out your wave, only moving when he felt your legs begin to release his head.

He came up for air, his face slick and an adoring smile on his face, “You truly are amazing,” he murmured, kissing your thigh before moving up to lay beside you.

You turned, trying to reach for his trousers to return the favour but Edmure caught your wrist, raising your hand up to his lips to kiss, “Not yet love. Catch your breath my queen,”

You laughed lightly at his words, “Are you always going to call me that?” You asked.

“Yes, for it will always be true,”

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Because I'm an old woman with terrible eyesight: do you have the write up of all the text in your gorgeous gifset?

hi love !! i can do that just for you <3

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⟶ “father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger…” the words foreign to lord edmure and the frey girl, but all too familiar to the king and queen of the north, whom each struggled to hide their smiles as they recalled their own wedding night.

⟶ when it was time for the feast, the lords and ladies of houses stark, frey, and tully rejoiced together in celebration. it hardly seems plausible they were at odds only weeks prior.

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⟶ “you look pale, child,” catelyn spoke in a concerned hush.

“i’m afraid this much wine does not agree with me,” sarra answered, clearing her throat and averting her gaze.

her eyes landed on josana and catelyn smiled faintly, “the queen looks beautiful, does she not?”

sarra had a faraway look in her eyes, “she does.”

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⟶ “if we were wed in winterfell, would you honor the bedding ceremony in the name of tradition?” josana asked her husband.

robb turned to meet her gaze, the mischief vanquished in his ice blue eyes. “i would beat a man bloody if they dared to try it.”

⟶ one of the frey boys approached her seat. “pardon me, your grace,” he began, his cheeks blushed as red as the wine. “these are for you, my queen. a token for a long and joyful marriage.” the boy gifted her a small bouquet of the flower, lily of the valley. the white, bell- shaped flower was common in the riverlands. not as beautiful as a rose, yet josana graciously accepted it.

⟶ out of the corner of her eye, josana caught a glimpse of catelyn. she watched the young lovers from afar, but she did not bore the pointed look upon her face she’d grown accustomed to in their presence. no, tonight she wore the faintest of smiles on her lips. perhaps it was the result of the wine for the change of her demeanor, or perhaps, for a sliver of hope, lady stark began to favor them after all this time.

⟶ odd, she thought. she knew the bone-chlling tune of the rains of castamere as if she wrote the melody herself. the bards played it often at casterly rock, but never here. a lannister song for a lannister queen, how fitting.

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⟶ the tune of the rains of castamere plagued her mind. in a coat of gold or a coat of red. a lion still has claws. catelyn’s stare darted from lord walder, to josana, to robb, and back to roose, whom his own eyes remained fixed upon hers and his sleeve upon the table.

cautiously, catelyn raised a shaky hand to lift lord bolton’s silk sleeve. her old, fragile heart sank further at the sight of the iron rings.

⟶ “i feel i’ve been.. remiss in my duties. i’ve given you meat, wine, music, but i haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. my king has married and i owe his bride tribute. a toast to the queen in the north! a lioness in wolf pelts.”

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⟶ in a blink of an eye, the glorious wedding had become a massacre. she saw the bodies of men who were breathing just moments ago, now nothing more than rotting corpses.

⟶ a pair of strong hands seized her from behind, pulling her away from the slaughter. josana thrashed violently in their grip, her hands frantic as they searched blindly to find something to pull or scratch. though every effort to free herself was in vain. they dodged every attack from the lioness. if only she had kept ssarra's blade at her side.

sarra. gods, where was she? please don’t be amongst the dead, josana prayed.

⟶ “robb, get up. get up and walk out! please, please! save yourself, save your wife! think of her and the babe. if not for me, think of them! live for them!”

“josana…” robb staggered on his feet. his bloody hands clung to josana’s arms, steadying himself. she felt his blood seep through her velvet gown, tainting her fair skin. “mother… grey wind…”

catelyn nodded, “yes, go to him! take josana and walk out of here!”

⟶ “the queen won't be harmed. this is after all the fruit of her labor.”

josana stiffened, her flushed cheeks now paler than the dead surrounding them. he knew. the secret she hoped to be buried with her was brought to light.

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⟶ “the lannisters send their regards.” ord bolton words rang in the air before his knife pierced through her husband’s heart, and twisted.

josana held robb as his body fell limp in her arms. the tears burned as the ran down her cheeks. tiny droplets scattered across his face, though he did not flinch. he did not move at all, still as a statue in the crypts of winterfell. and now that’s where he would remain, buried and far out of her reach. josana wailed. she screamed and cried until her throat grew raw and hoarse.

⟶ she noticed the blade still lodged in robb’s heart. josana grabbed the knife and held the bitter steel to her throat. you wont take me nor my babe! before she could slice through her own flesh, the blade was wrenched from her throat, but the lioness refused to surrender. she wrestled for a last chance for control and firmly grasped onto it’s sharp edge. the pain soared through as it cut deep into her palm, the blood pouring down her arms. not before long, it slipped out of her hand.

⟶ lord bolton struck her hard across the cheek. the blow sends her falling, her head colliding with the ground. pain and darkness spread until then there is nothing else. the last thing she saw before she succumbed to the empty black was white petals turning red with her husband’s blood.

#asks #oc asks #josana asks #a dance of lions #happy reading <3

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countrymusiclover · 5 months ago

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29 - Needing More Allies

Part 30

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila

“We’re at war. This event is a distraction.” Lord Karstark spoke towards the young wolf he now called King in the North. The elderly man stood beside his lord while they watched the preparations for his mothers fathers funeral almost be completed then the send off would be done afterwards.

The army of North men and the Velaryon fleet had been camping at Tully cattle for quite some time to rest and regain their strength. Kings Landing was still some distance away from them at the moment. “My grandfather’s funeral is not a distraction.” Robb made a point to remind the lord.

“Is there a battle going to take place today?” Karstark eyed the wolf boy.

“No.”

Karstark licked his lips. “Then it’s a distraction.”

“My uncle Edmure has his forces gathered here. We need the Tully men.”

Karstark grumbled under his breath. “Unless he’s been breeding we don’t have enough to make a difference.”

“Have you lost faith in our cause?” Robb finally turned his head to state at the elderly lord.

Karstark responded back. “If it’s revenge I'll still have faith in it.”

“If you no longer believe-“

Karstark cut him off shortly. “I can believe till it snows in Dorne. It won’t change the fact that we’ve got half the men.”

“You seem to have forgotten that we now have the support of House Velaryon and the ships that they have provided. Including men who know how to sail, which is something none of us know anything about, my lord.” Robb sternly declared back to the north man scanning his eyes over the other man’s face finally seeing what he was thinking. “You don’t think we can win.”

Karstark asked politely. “May I speak my mind, your grace?”

“Have you not been speaking your mind, Lord Karstark?”

Karstark shifted his gaze over the young wolf’s shoulder catching sight of the familiar white Velaryon hair coming towards them. The woman he spoke of was wearing the gray Stark colors so proudly with a direwolf trailing at her feet as she made her way in their direction. “I think you lost this war the day you married her.”

“She’s your Queen, Lord Karstark. You have no right to talk about her to me in that way!” Robb bared his teeth and his nostrils flared up at how he was speaking about the woman he loved.

Karstark noted the tone change in his voice. “Forgive me if I can't simply forget that she was wed off to the Kingslayer before she joined your bed, your grace. Some of the other men don’t believe her loyalty can solely belong to you and our cause.”

“Keep speaking about the loyalty of my lady wife and we’ll have to have a different conversation than this one, my lord.” Robb threatened one of his bannermen not caring who else heard their conversation. He was raised to defend his family and his wife was now a part of that family. “I have no problem beheading someone myself just as a reminder to watch your tongue, my lord.”

Robb soon forgot all about the lord beside him hearing the beautiful voice of his lady wife and Lord Karstark decided to take his leave and walked off somewhere else.

Holding up the ends of my dress so I wouldn’t trip, I hurried over to my lord husband wanting him to experience what I had just experienced for the first time ever in a pregnancy. “Robb. Robb, Robb, come here. I have something you need to see. Come here quickly.”

“What is it, Hael? Is the baby okay?” He quickly came over to me once I had waved my hand over for him to come greet me. Grey Wind laid down at the sides of my boots eyeing his master.

Intertwining my hands with his I pressed one of his hands down upon my swollen stomach. Our eyes locked with one another till I felt the infant kicking me inside my belly. “Do you feel that?” I laughed, lowering my eyes down to our hands.

“He’s kicking.” Robb chuckled with a grin making its way across his lips.

I stuck my tongue out at him teasingly. “What makes you think it's a boy?”

“We need an heir for Winterfell, Hael.” Robb reminded me by squeezing my hand in his. “Don’t think I don't want it to be a girl. I was just told it always needs to be a -”

“A boy. I remember my lady lessons just the same as you remember yours. I'll do my best to provide you with a boy but it's not a guarantee.”

The young wolf raised his freehand to the side of my face and I leaned into his palm. “I just want you to know I will be happy whether you give me a boy or a girl. They'll be masters of Sea and the North combined.”

“Are you telling me that you’d want to visit my family home once all this is over?” My face lit up at the very thought of that happening. I truly missed my childhood home since it’s been a long time since I was living in the Driftmark castle. But I did want to be able to embrace the Northern environment fully as his lady wife.

My husband runs his thumb across my cheek leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll learn about my family in time. So I should do the exact same thing about your own family.”

“You truly are the best husband I could have asked for. I don’t regret that we had to get through some challenges to get to this point. We work together better than I ever possibly could have been with Jaime Lannister.”

Robb declares drawing his head slightly back from mine. “I don’t wish to rule Westeros and seat the Iron Throne. There's been some talk about that being a possibility but I've not yet asked if that's something you'd want. To become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“I'm not sure I'd be suitable for the throne and its power.” Shrugging my shoulders I bite my lip in a long thought. “I'm still adjusting to the role of Queen in the North. All of Westeros doesn't seem like something I'd be good at. I was simply raised to be a good lady wife, not a Queen.”

Robb nodded his head in agreement about my words. “Most Kings grew up as Princes. They spend their whole lives preparing for the crown. I was raised to be Lord of Winterfell.”

“I suppose we can't claim we are merely children anymore now can we, Stark.” I chuckled, recalling that our lives used to be so much simpler before our crowns were placed upon our heads when we sought out to free the North.

Robb flashed me a smile capturing my lips with his own. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer and he had no issue with deepening it till we heard someone clear their throat behind me. “My King. My Queen.” A knight of my father’s guard stood before us with my best friend clearly escorting him to our location.

“What is it, Lady Chezney?” Robb broke the kiss keeping one hand on my hip and I turned around to face the pair before us.

The guard bowed to us, drawing a sealed letter from inside his pocket. “A letter, your grace. It came from one of the Baratheon brothers.”

“Thank you, Ser.” I nodded to the guard and he left without another word before I turned my head and my attention to my husband as he tore open the official house seal. “Who’s writing to us exactly?”

Robb cleared his throat, beginning to read the letter aloud to the three of us. “Dear Lord Stark - I have heard the rumors that you are searching for more men to fight in your cause against the Lannisters. I have the support of many other houses behind me and could assist you in your march on the Golden Lions. Come to the Stormlands and discuss terms with me - Renly Baratheon.”

“We can’t risk you walking into a trap. I'll go and speak with him in your stead.”

My best friend and my husband gasped sharply in defense. “Seven hells no!”

“You've said it yourself we need more men. We need more to face the men at Casterly Rock or at King's Landing. Renly is saying he has the support of more houses. We need to see what he wishes to discuss with us. We can’t deny his letter. Unless you don't agree with me.” I throw my arms away from my sides in a slight huff.

Chezney touches my shoulder gently. “Haelesa, it's too risky for you. You’re carrying a baby now and plus you are the Queen in the North now. We can’t risk you getting captured by the enemy.”

“She’s right, Haelesa.” Robb cups my face in his hands once again and I net his deep brown eyes showing me the love and protective side he has. “You are my wife and love. You and our child are everything to me. I adore your bravery and willingness to help our cause but Chezney is thinking the same thing I am. I don't want to be worrying about you miles away from me.”

“So what else do you suggest we do? We can't ignore the offer he's sent.” I knitted my brows together, slightly confused on what he was thinking inside his head.

My lord husband slowly dropped his hands from my face. “I'll answer his offer. I can send my mother to represent our beliefs.”

“I'll accompany her with Brienne.” Chezney declares intertwining my hand in hers squeezing it gently and I sent her a small head nod letting her walk away from me. Robb rested a hand on my lower back and I laid my head against his shoulder feeling many nerves building in the pit of my stomach since we had never been this far away from one another like this. In the back of my mind it was for the good of our cause to defeat the wrongful Lannisters.

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uncrvwned · 2 years ago

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META + Edmure and his relationship with his father

Edmure is the youngest Tully child and the long-awaited heir; it's a common-place enough affliction in Westeros and certainly not the worst position someone could be in. While Edmure's birth did not specifically kill Minisia Tully, she was weakened by constant pregnancy, and his little brother, born only a year after him, was the last she would bear. She did not long outlive him. Edmure was a loud, boisterous toddler, ill-suited to a grieving household. He was mostly raised by his sisters, spoiled and cossetted, quite happy to be dressed in ribbons and petted. It was his Uncle Brynden who took over his military training, and who provided some much-needed discipline.

There is someone missing in all this description. Hoster Tully loved his son, but never really understood him. Everything came easily to Edmure, and perhaps a part of Hoster envied him, or resented him. Brynden always accused Hoster of being too soft on Edmure, letting him get away with all manner of extravagance and mischief, but Edmure would've given much for a sharp word from his father. Perhaps then it would've meant he'd made an impact. They are too different to ever debate or swap ideas, like Hoster does with Catelyn, but they do not clash, either. They seem to pass each other, like ships in the night: surface level affection, with an unnerving chasm underneath.

Hoster refuses to send Edmure away to be fostered, but it is not - or so Edmure believes - out of any particular love for him. Sometimes Edmure thinks that if he were to slip away in the middle of the night and leave behind some other tall-redheaded youth, his father wouldn't even notice. The only time his father really steps in to lay down the law is when he prevents Edmure from riding south with Brandon Stark.

So. It is a relationship constantly at cross-purposes. Hoster is unable to express the real love and pride he feels in his son, falling back on platitudes that ring false, like pre-determined templates: how to talk to your heir. Edmure longs to impress his father, desperate for glory, to do something to make himself stand out. All attempts to gain his father's attention result in a vague nod and a smile, while Catelyn effortlessly engages Hoster in hour long debates about subjects Edmure barely understands. They love one another, but consistently fail to communicate, all the way up until Hoster's death, when he doesn't even ask for Edmure during his long illness.

thank you my angel @pulchramsolis for the ask <3

#( ft. edmure | musings )#eek idk if i articulated this well at ALL!!! but thank u for letting me try gkjdsfs #( metas )#childbirth tw #death in childbirth tw

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atopvisenyashill · 9 months ago

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these are the most important lines in the series to me when i’m talking about the themes and the ending specifically this is what plays in my mind on repeat

Ser Waymar met him bravely. “Dance with me then.” He lifted his sword high over his head, defiant. His hands trembled from the weight of it, or perhaps from the cold. Yet in that moment, Will thought, he was a boy no longer, but a man of the Night's Watch.

"The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends," Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." He gave a shrug. "They never are."

He had pledged himself to marry a daughter of Walder Frey, but she saw his true bride plain before her now: the sword he had laid on the table.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

"Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" he heard his own voice saying, small and far away. And his father's voice replied to him. "That is the only time a man can be brave."

“My people,” Edmure answered. “They were afraid.”

She could not tell the highborn from the low. Naked, they were only children. All innocent, all vulnerable, all deserving of long life, love, protection. 'There is your realm,' she told her son and heir, 'remember them, in everything you do.

“What could he have done, one man against so many?" He could have tried, Brienne thought. He could have died.

She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me."

Despair made him shout. "ARE THERE NO TRUE KNIGHTS AMONG YOU?" Only silence answered.

#there’s a few others that are important to The Thenes #like the so many vows scene and the your heirs died in my hand scene and the back and back and back scene and the broken man #but these are the main ones i think are important to The Ending #getting on my soap box #rani attempts meta #this is not meta but whatever #also so serious when i say that no chance and no choice scene makes me teary Every Single Time

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 2 years ago

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I. RON (286 AC)

Note: English isn´t my first language, so sorry for the probably mistakes here.

She has lived in King´s Landing since she was born. Was a pleasant celebration, remembered the affectionate hugs of her red-haired mother like her, the pride of her lord father Arryn and the affectionate launch from the king Robert where she reached half a meter and picked her up through laughter, him seemed happier than ever.

Ronella Arryn, or as her family affectionately called her, Ron. She initially grew up between tales of ladies and knights, romantic love or happy endings every time her mother Tully told her before going to sleep, but Ronella presage darkness, light as mist, gray that haunted the Red Keep. And she was right. She had heard at the hands of maesters, from books, minstrels and the mouth of her own father about Robert´s rebellion, the king that he raised since he was a child. Those were dark times, the Mad King ordered children to be killed by tearing them from their mothers' arms, women who begged for mercy, of crying, of hunger, of cold, of madness.

There was an affront with the Starks, they imprisoned the heir, and then killed him and his father, his brother Eddard called the banners and the war began.

Now only she had heard that there was only one dragon child left, with long silver hair and monstrosity in his eyes. He scared her so much, so much that in her dreams he crossed the Narrow Sea and appeared in the palace, and killed everyone. She saw her father being burned alive and screamed to defend him until she suffocated to death. She would wake up all sweaty and with blue eyes so watery she seemed to be of the Tully hue. When Ron narrated about it to her family, her mother got very angry and forbade any story from that time not to scare her, she said they were not tales for maidens. Ron felt great calm when she heard they were moving.

Unfortunately, she was overjoyed.

That was before their mother Lysa left, with her little heir brother Eddard and the newborn Alyssa, who showed she had inherited the reddish hair. Ron had heard from maids there were loud shouting from her mother and several arguments among her parents, and that finally, his lord father had won. With tears in her already watery eyes, her mother said goodbye, hugged her for a long hug that Ron would have wanted to last a day, told her not to trust anyone, not even her father Jon. That confused her. Why had she said that?

There were moments when her mother would have lost her words and say incoherent things or her expressions would change in a second when strange men approached them. Ron thought it was one of those cases, but she would obey her anyway, except for distrusting his lord father.

Her father promised her that he would visit his wife any at available time that could, nevertheless, Ron hesitated a bit, she sensed lies in the words of her parent and that were wrong, because the Arryn are honest. But she didn't want to question his father just yet. Her mother went by boat, saying she felt more comfortable there because she had spent her life surrounded by water in Riverrun, where she promised to introduce her to her brother Edmure and his strong and respectable grandfather Hoster Tully. She climbed up gallantly as a lady should be, her Lady mother settled her small children between her body and blew kisses into the air. Ron felt embarrassed but touched by the gesture, the ship sailed away as the tide flooded the smell of salt all over the place. Her lord father Jon and she were in the front row, along with guards loyal to the Arryn and the unusual company of the royal family.

“What luck, Jon. You got rid of your wife and the little ones.”

She quickly noticed Queen Cersei Lannister's sneer at those words.

“Don´t said that, Robert. Respect my family.”

Jon Arryn was the only one who could speak to the king like that, because he had raised him as if he were his son. The king nodded with a giggle and walked away with all his entourage, after spending an hour there with them, Ron expected nothing less, if something happened to the king, she would wait faithfully with her father. Only her father and she were left, a few meters away were her father's men.

While she watched the sea darken and brighten, Ron was lost in her maidenly thoughts, but she knew one thing for sure, that honor was fading and that her father felt it too.

“I am afraid, my father”

She took a quick look around.

“Of what, little one?” his father's senile voice sounded hoarse, Ron imagined him as a young man and that, at that time, his voice would be as loud as a roar.

“Of the lions, of all of them.”

He looked at her with concern, as if he could understand her. Quickly with a slight gesture they were surrounded by men loyal to the Valley as they made their way to his quarter as the king's hand.

They avoided the servants with precise answers. Ron eschewed a strolling outing with Prince Joffrey, her betrothed, she was sure his face would turn beet as her turned her back on him to go on her way. Jon Arryn politely greeted the queen who looked worried and upset next to Stannis Baratheon, the king's older brother, they both continued walking among the beautiful and highly decorated floors of the palace, it had a gold finish, but Ron felt it was a cage anyway.

Finally, her father Jon closed the door with a soft sound of the doorknob and placed a rectangular stone between the hole in between the door and the floor.

“Tell me about your fears, no one will hear us here.”

Ron blurted it all out, to the point where she felt like she had stopped being a lady and had become a little girl.

“From Prince Joffrey, he insults me and questions my ancestry, says I am a bastard without a shred of honor, that you are not my true father and therefore I should be in Flea Bottom.”

“That is not true. I held you in my own arms when you were born, no one stopped me. You have my clear blue eyes, my character and my ears. That's just lies from the young prince, a spoiled little boy, I advised Robert to discipline him, but he failed.”

Suddenly she felt ashamed, she was talking about her future king, her betrothed for as long as she could remember. Her lord father had signed her entail to King Robert himself since she was still a baby.

But the red burst had only begun.

"The queen!" she exclaimed angrily, as if spreading a wave of fury. "She looks down on me, criticizes my dresses, saying they should be finer, silk, with bright colors, and my gait, my frank way of speaking, it's as if she doesn't consider me a future Baratheon. And then there's the Kingslayer, I'm afraid to pass him in the corridors. What if he stabs me in the back?"

Her lord father Jon's face went from puzzled, to angry and a brief smirk at the last sentence. Ron feared that he would not take her seriously, that she would tell him it was girlish whining.

"The Lannisters are not to be trusted. Neither is the prince...nor the king."

Surprise came over her face, she thought her father saw Robert as his favorite son. He had his favorite falcon given to him by King Robert with pride and adoration. She did not understand anything.

"If they are lions, we are mere birds, I will not be able to fight them" she heard herself say in a low voice, saying it so softly that she was sure no one heard her.

Her lord father seemed to understand her thoughts and slashed at her.

"I haven't told you, my child, however, they are all snakes here, do you understand? They lie and hide under the table, under wherever. You and I, on the other hand, are hawks. What do hawks do? They hunt snakes and when they can't catch them, they keep them at bay. When you're older, you'll understand."

He stood up complaining about the pain in his back while Ron was still processing the words.

"Come on, dear, we have a snake dinner to keep."

Confident and a little comforted, she took her father's hand and left the room.

Now everything seemed to fall into place a little better. They ate alongside the royal family; Robert said hilarious things over wine and playfully kept Jon from taking the cup from him, as if he was a child. The queen didn't seem to mind and fixed her gaze on the initially uncomfortable Ronella, who faced her with a smile and a raised brow, talking with her about dresses and her future. Prince Joffrey otherwise, fiddled with the food bored. On the other hand, his uncle Stannis looked disapprovingly at the king's actions, his face was always serious and Ron admitted she was a little afraid of him.

When the queen moved on to speak to her son, Ron addressed him in an act of politeness.

"My lord Stannis, how goes the work of navigation? My mother set sail today, and I hope the currents are favorable on her voyage.

Stannis seemed surprised to be spoken to. It was no secret that the nobles were as quick to avoid him as if he had the grey plague, even his own blood seemed oblivious to it.

"Moderately auspicious to depart on a ship. The profits have been generous this past year and I am firmly confident that the crown will soon be able to settle its debt"

"What debt?"

Queen Cersei fixed her eyes on them, and Ron realized she was still surrounded by lions.

"Our dear king's," she said sarcastically, as she eyed her husband and put down her forks.

They both fell silent, again uncomfortable in front of Cersei Lannister.

The lioness was winning, but Ron was undeterred. In a warm voice she asked her if Joffrey would have a brother or sister in the future.

Cersei Lannister pursed her lips in disgust at such a question.

"With my dear Joffrey is enough."

"I don't think so. He needs alliances, a war has passed, my lady" her words echoed her father's voice.

Joffrey turned away, that talk had really caught his attention.

"I do not want siblings. I will be an only child; I am legitimate to the throne."

"More children? "laughed King Robert. "I'm not against the idea, Ned has had a respectable son, named after me, and his lady Tully is pregnant again.

"Think again, my love," Cersei Lannister's sugary voice made her nauseous, she could tell how her personality changed from one moment to the next when the king listened to what the Arryns were saying.

She felt a point of power in her favor.

"Rather, brother, how are you doing with the little ones? "The tone was mocking, Lord Stannis did not get along with his wife who was at Dragonstone and they only saw each other once or twice a year.

"Well, my king," Lord Stannis had a more bitter face than usual, he also wanted an heir.

"What do you mean, well? That face of yours says more than a thousand words, you can have whores, a bastard son is all the same as long as he is legalized."

Stannis Baratheon rose from the table, angrily, excused himself to leave and stormed away.

Ron felt she had spoiled everything.

"My king," spoke his father, who had been silent until now, "your brother lacks the time and attention to obtain a son. The best thing to do is not to pressure him."

"Bah, he's been pressuring me since he was born. What a thing he was, always refusing to play and reading all the time, I don't doubt his wife doesn't like him. He deserves it."

As the dishes were cleared away after that conversation, Ron stared into his fiancé's green eyes. He was a year younger than her, but more alert and astute, a total snake.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Because I'll be your future wife," she replied bitingly.

The king clapped his father Jon on the shoulder.

"You sound like a true queen. My mother always commanded my lord father, and it always worked out well."

"It's a pity they won't join us now" Cersei laughed mockingly and grimly.

King Robert's jaw tightened, he would not tolerate any badmouthing of his parents, whom he held in high esteem.

"One more word from you, and I'll send you to Casterly Rock, you'll be of more use there."

"I'd love to."

But Ron could tell by the body language that she was lying. With those words, everyone got up to leave. The king in front with Cersei Lannister, her father Jon near the king, but away from Joffrey and her.

"Hey, brat."

She raised her bright blue eyes to him.

He had silky blond hair like a river of sunshine, full red lips, and his hand was raised toward her, as if he were asking her to dance, at least he had the basic courtesy of his age.

"Don't call me that," she answered bravely. Her lord father said that Arryns should be respected and treat others as they wanted to be treated. "I am your future consort."

The prince pursed his lips in great annoyance, his cheeks flushed like two tomatoes from anger, he made a sudden movement as if he wanted to slap her.

"I will call you what I want, do you understand? I will be your king."

"And I will serve you as your wife, but not as a doll," she congratulated herself inside, her father must be very proud of her.

Suddenly, Joffrey gave her a push. Not very hard, however, she stepped back.

Ron looked at him indignantly.

"Why are you doing that? You have to respect me."

"You're nothing but a burden to my house. You know, I can make you go to the mountains where your family lives."

"If it suits your lord father.

Green lightning flashed through her. Prince Joffrey exhaled in anger, tugged at her with all his might, but Ron resisted as long as she could. A lady should not be treated like that, let alone fall or stumble as his mother Tully had told her.

"Let go of me," she didn't yell at him, but it wasn't long before it was like that. Her dress was getting dirty with the dust on the floor and she felt the heat of the red fortress strongly. The warmth of King's Landing seemed to her like a personal mockery.

"You're not so brave now, are you? "His voice sounded tired from the pulling. She could feel the sweat on his blond forehead.

"I still am. So I ask you politely to stop taking me against my will or I'll complain about your behavior," she repeated the speech her father used to make.

"Who do you think you are?

"Your future queen, haven't you understood yet? Ron tightened his grip causing Prince Joffrey to feel pain as well.

"You...will...not...be...my...wife! " his fiancé's agitation had dented his words.

Ron glared at him as his father did when he heard nonsenses.

"That's not possible."

And with a slap she had seen her uncle Bryden do, she pushed him away from her. She adjusted her dress, lifted her chin as a lady should, nudged him and gave him the coldest look she could remember, like her mother's when she found out they were leaving without her.

"If the subject bothers you, take it up with your lord father," Ron secretly wished it would and she would change her fiancé to a nicer one.

She turned and walked straight ahead with the grace of a princess. She had turned her fourth onomastic a few months ago, but she felt as big as a queen. Like the good qualities Queen Cersei must have had; firm, strong, loyal to her subjects and humble to the low people. She lifted her chest with pride, that's how she should be: bringing peace to the seven kingdoms and ruling justly.

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