#addam frey

[acewithapencil]

Nobody’s doing it like them

[numiolaes]

i'm still on my bullshit about how small house targaryen is at this point in time. totally nonsensical. rhae should've had PLENTY of minor members to pick from for the dragons.

[atopvisenyashill]

not to keep harping on but definitely the complaint i see that really sticks in my craw is that the only reason or the main reason robb planned to banish catelyn to seaguard was because of their argument over jon. it’s certainly a factor but they have spent the entire war arguing over every decision robb makes! ned tells robb “keep your mother in your council” but robb really does not! he has her there, yes, he lets her speak, yes, but oftentimes he will disregard her advice without any appeasement, misstep badly, and be worse off politically in the exact way she warned him of. she’s not the only person he blows off - he’s not exactly nice to edmure either, for example - but cat is right when she suspects there’s an element of “kings are not supposed to have mothers” and “wedded to his war" and she clocks this long before the argument over jon! robb tries to get rid of her at the beginning of a clash of kings when all cat has done is urge him to continue peaceful negotiations with the lannisters!

robb is angry because he’s in over his head and he knows it, and it's got very little to do with jon! robb is losing this war and his best friend was the son of a man who crowned himself and lost the war!! robb knows exactly what’s going to happen to the north if he loses and despite everything, he cannot seem to win despite being a near prodigy in battle tactics. and here his mother has been this whole time, fighting him on every front - just like the lords but he cant punish them for disagreeing can he? - and being so frustratingly right about more things than his lords, and now they’re picking at this wound in their family that has never been allowed to heal and a lot of resentment that both robb and catelyn are feeling at their general situation gets focused in on each other. this is such a tully thing too (pls remember these are canonically unpleasant people!) because look at lysa projecting years of resentment onto sansa, look at the entire cat, hoster, edmure situation, or even hoster & blackfish’s relationship. family is so important to them but in times of stress, “doing everything for family” becomes an anchor pulling them down, until the only thing left is to lash out at each other.

most of the lords are happy to let this nonsense play out! catelyn does not even have the privilege maege & dacey mormont do at being head of their own house - she’s just a wife, just a mother, just a first born daughter. when she disagrees, they don’t see an equal arguing with them, they see a woman sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. they do not give a single solitary shit about like, ~the plight of bastards~ they just believe, like robb, that sansa is currently “tainted” by her marriage to a lannister and can’t be allowed to inherit, that arya is dead, that the boys are dead, that jeyne is not yet pregnant, and a bastard boy castle raised who looks like ned is better than no boy at all (see edric storm, addam of hull, and larence snow). these men have not spent the last fourteen years cooking in their resentment over this situation the way catelyn and robb have!

jon is a reason. but so is rickard karstark, jaime lannister, willem lannister, tion frey, renly baratheon, walder frey, and theon greyjoy. ned is a reason as well, and bran, sansa, rickon, arya, hoster, edmure, perhaps even lysa and sweetrobin. jon is the final straw but robb isn’t (only) sending catelyn away because of some righteous fury on his brother’s behalf! he’s sending her away because she is an easy, socially acceptable target for all his frustrations and failures and fears that he can project on, and punish, in a way he cannot punish his enemies, his lords, or himself.

and catelyn is as always very aware of the deeper motivations in her son’s mind, and resentful that she doesn’t have the power to push back; she’s just a mother, after all.

[raidark]

Look, i'm not saying that Jacaerys' insecurities are not interesting or that he has legitimate worries (which will be proven right if they stick to the book... though i'm unsure on whether they will blame his behavior with Them for the betrayal).

But i'm still angry at everything they did to him. Especially since Book Jacaerys is my favorite character of Fire and Blood, of the whole Dance.

It makes me furious how many people are saying we the angry Jace stans have 0 media literacy and asking if we rather have Jace still doing nothing as he did for the whole season.

THAT is exactly the problem. That he didn't do anything in the show while in the book he did SO MUCH.

"And now you say you will strip that from me too" could be perfectly something Jacaerys says to the writers of this mess.

They sidelined all of his alliances achievements with the Vale, the Three Sisters, White Harbor and the North (the lack of Pact of Ice and Fire hurts the most). All the time that could have been spent to develop his character had they wanted and show his potential. Instead we only got a little show only scene with the Freys that barely proved anything about him.

I loved Baela's scene with Corlys, but it was Jace who mediated between Rhaenyra and him in the book, it was by his order that he was made Hand of the Queen.

It was also him who had the Dragonseeds idea... and before you say that he was also the one with the idea in the series, take into mind that in the book he called for the Dragonseeds (Valyrian ascent bastards) from the very beginning. The whole thing with nobles only is only in the show. Book Jacaerys didn't have any prejudice or apparent problem with bastards at this point of the story. It's obvious that he had already accepted this fact and it's in fact because he knows his origins that he gave Dragonseeds a chance and his faith. He leaded them for the love of god.

Yes, it's true that due to the nature of the book we don't know exactly what was he thinking. But it's the complete opposite reaction to his show version. Whether Book Jace understood or not the danger this plan posed on long-term, he did so just like Rhaenyra did, because they had no chance at the moment. Not to mention that while in the series all the candidates come from Kings Landing (?¿?), in the book they're taken from Driftmark and Dragonstone (which is populated, not only a castle for Targaryen), so there's a bit more of trust on them as subjects than on completely unknown people from the city taken and ruled by your enemy. (It also weren't so many who tried in the book)

I've seen some people say that Jace was besties with Addam and Nettles... and while we actually don't know their relationship, we do know that they mourned him badly while Ulf and Hugh weren't that affected. I really don't think they would be that affected if they didn't have some kind of bond before, even if it wasn't told to us. And I mean, it was Jace who supported legitimizing Addam and Alyn and make Addam heir to Driftmark ahead of Joffrey. Which, well, doesn't seem likely in the show.

The thing is that Jace DID a lot of things in the book, supporting his mother, basically leading the Blacks on the name of Rhaenyra Targaryen, who couldn't do it since she was RIGHTFULLY grieving during a lot of time after everything that had happened in quick succession, both Luke and Visenya's deaths.

And you know, THAT'S NOT BAD. It gave time to have other characters doing things like Rhaenyra's sons. It explored a side of Rhaenyra and how much her children's death affected her, explicitly showing how much they mattered to her and how brutally it broke her inside (while filling her with pure unadulterated rage after the Gullet). But well, playing devil's advocate, I understand a bit why they didn't go with this since I don't have any faith most watchers would try to emphatize with the grieving mother part of Rhaenyra, and would instead call her a weak queen.

Jace was a supporting and loving son, an extension of Rhaenyra, heart of the Blacks, responsible for the alliances that would bring them to victory by the end of the war. A boy who came to understand and accept his status in the world and used it on a positive note for her mother's cause. A worthy heir to Rhaenyra, one of the few people in this whole period that was worthy of becoming King in the future.

This wasn't about wanting him to do nothing in the show. It was about not butchering his character and be faithful to all the stuff he actually does. But because the writers couldn't (or didn't want to) understand it wasn't Rhaenyra's turn in the characters front lines right now (it would have come later), instead they had to underline him and strip him of everything he did and give it to other characters, while giving him traits and opinions that has made a lot of people despise him.

His fate was meant to be a tragedy that made an apparent victory for the Blacks as hollow and catastrophic as a defeat. And now there's almost no more time and Jace will be remembered by show onlys just for his self-hating identity crisis (which he could have had in the book as well, or before in the show, but not anymore at this point) and his bordering hypocritical classism. Not for everything he actually did and the traits you could imagine of him from what is said in the book.

But hey, apparently a certain part of the fandom thinks that's the only thing that makes a character, a human, complex and interesting.

I don't hate show Rhaenyra. I don't hate show Jacaerys. I will always support Rhaenyra's claim. But I can't just stand after so many decisions that go against them. Especially in the case of Jace who is already receiving such amount of vitriol hate while receiving love just from being victimiced and poor sad boy.

Ah. My boy needs his own sub-team inside Rhaenyra's supporters at this point -- not putting him against Rhaenyra or anyone else. But. Seeing Rhaenyra's stans wishing for his death...

I don't hate the characters. I hate the writers. I hate the changed dynamics, the change in characters' ages, the erasure of Nettles, how Jace was striped from everything his characte is, the stupid decisions....

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 17

A/N: Baela im srry for giving you such an emotionally stunted little sister! I am very proud of this chapter btw(i barely edited this)

Rhaella ur mommy would be so proud of you!!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

read the last chapter here!

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WHAT KIND OF ELDER SISTER WAS SHE? Baela thought she was no longer befitting of the title. Rhaena was in the Vale alone, while Rhaella was…

Baela was no longer privy to Rhaella's doings as of late. Her younger sister had grown quite disconnected from the rest of them.

"Please sit, you'll tire yourself." Jace urged her. He watched in slight distress as his betrothed paced back and forth restlessly.

"My grandmother is fighting alone Jace!" Baela exclaimed. "And here we are just sitting around."

Jacaerys grabbed her hand gently sitting her down. The action made her relax slightly, but her mind was still racing.

"I don't like it either, but without Daemon we are stretched quite thin." He said, brow furrowing.

An uneasy silence settled over them both. They had dragons and yet the queen would not allow them to act. How would a victory ever be gained?

"I hate the way the lords treat me as if I am some coddled princeling," Jace muttered, making Baela chuckle a little.

"You are the crown prince and heir to the throne, you must act carefully." Baela reminded.

Jace hummed in thought. "Perhaps I am not completely stuck here."

Baela raised a brow, worried Jace was about to say something reckless.

"Rhaella mentioned House Frey, they have yet to choose," Jace said.

"She spoke with complete disregard for her grace, and you're here considering it?" Baela said.

It had not escaped her notice that Jace seemed to be particularly in tune regarding Rhaella's opinions. She wondered if she had missed something between them---Rhaella had not always cared for Jace until lately, while the prince thought her sister strange.

Their dynamic was quite odd to witness.

Jace stood, hand still intertwined with Baela's. He couldn't wait around any longer.

"I shall take Vermax and go myself." Jace decided. Baela shook her head.

"Her grace will not like it."

Jace placed a kiss onto her hand. "She will not know until I am long gone."

With that, he leaves Baela alone in her chamber. Jace's words stuck to her. It was not in her nature to sit idly. The least she could do was scout the battle.

So, the lady Baela with her brave spirit dawned her riding attire. She waited for a beat of time to ensure Jace had left and also that she would not be spotted.

There was one person she had not accounted for as she marched towards the dragon pits though.

Still lingering around the caves was Rhaella, stuck in a daze of sorts.

"Sister?" Baela called, bringing her out of it.

"Jace left," Rhaella said softly, her eyes were unblinking. It greatly unnerved Baela to no end.

"Yes, but he should be back soon," Baela responded. Rhaella took in her outfit, face changing into something far more expressive.

"And you're leaving as well?" Baela nodded.

"I am going to Rooks Rest."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "You mustn't!"

Baela scoffed, adjusting her glove.

"It was naught but hours ago you were calling for action," Baela said. "It was you who agreed I should've burnt Criston Cole."

Rhaella's behavior practically changed on a head, in a rather inhumane way. She gripped Baela's arm with a tight further.

"Moondancer cannot withstand Vhagar, do not be foolish," Rhaella said.

"And our grandmother shouldn't bear the burden alone," Baela responded.

Surely Rhaella knew that.

"And father..only the Gods know what he's doing at Harrenhal." Baela continued. She gestured to a dragonkeeper to summon her dragon.

"I doubt the Gods are with him," Rhaella muttered.

"Do not say such things." Baela scolded. Rhaella shrugged.

The chitters of the she-dragon bounced through the cave. Baela smiled warmly at the sight of Moondancer, patting her side.

The dragon nestled into Baela's touch, then turning her gaze to Rhaella expectedly.

Sighing, the girl gave in, petting Moondancers green scales lightly.

"Umbagon qana ,mandia." Rhaella resigned.'Stay sharp, sister' She knew better than to waste her breath any further in convincing Baela to stay.

"You know I shall," Baela assured. Mounting her dragon, she took off from the cave and into the skies.

Moondancer zipped through the skies swiftly. In truth, Baela had given little thought as to a plan. If it was Sunfyre and Aegon she'd be met with, perhaps she could manage an attack. Meleyes could more than handle the pair.

The wind whipped through Baela's short hair that was bound together in a ponytail.

It did not take long for her to arrive to the sight, though she smelled the battle before seeing it. The acrid smell of ash and blood permeated the air, causing Baela's eyes to sting.

There were bodies strewn on the ground, bloody and broken. Baela's stomach turned but tried to hold fast. She gripped the reins of Moondancer tighter, directing her through the mess.

Enemy soldiers shouted in response to her presence, some recognizing her from a fortnight ago when she chased Cole through the valley.

But what Baela saw caused the world around her to become completely mute.'

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, her beloved grandmother. Falling to the ground utop a limp, likely dead Meleyes.

Down to the ruble, Rhaenys fell. Baela screamed a choked-out cry, a futile attempt indeed.

Over the fallen dragon was Aemond atop Vhagar, looking more than proud of himself.

Him. He who had now taken the last piece of her heart. Aemond had served as a living slight to Baela's entire life.

First, he steals her mother's dragon, robbing Rhaena an attempt to claim her. Then,he slew their sweet cousin, Luke, for he was but a boy.

Somehow, he had managed to steal Rhaella's complete affection and reasoning--Causing a rift between the sisters.

And now, Aemond felt entitled to take the life of her grandmother?

Baela would not have it.

Adjusting herself on Moondacer,Baela dipped lower to the ground.

Rageful, she burned a chunk of the greens army. Moondancer's fire was not especially large.

But fire does not burn the flesh of men any less; Baela blocked out the pained cries of the soldiers. One thing plagued her mind.

Aemond must pay. He must die.

She charged Moondancer towards Vhagar brazenly, causing Aemond to take notice.

Aemond wondered if it was even worth it to slay such a tiny dragon. He certainly had no love for Baela, savage thing she was.

He wouldn't even need to burn her--Vhagar could eat them both in one go. Aemond steered his dragon to Baela, wondering if she really would attack.

At that moment, Baela seemed to snap out of her intentions, hastily turning Moondancer to flee.

Aemond knew he couldn't catch her, the dragon she possessed was far too quick. Still, he cruelly gave chase as best he could.

No real intention of killing her, and Rhaella would never forgive him. Defeating Rhaenys however, was necessary. She would come to understand it.

Aemond had much to celebrate, the title of prince regent was a breath away from him.

Baela's hair was in disarray, cheeks strewn with tears like the sea. She came here to do nothing, to do naught but watch the murder of her grandmother.

She flew back to Dragonstone---The dragonkeepers guided Moondancer back to the caves.

Baela stumbled out of the pits, halting momentarily to wipe her face. Rhaella would break at the news, and the eldest must stay strong.

She must stay strong.

Upon her return, she saw the members of the council, Queen Rhaenyra in talks with them. Rhaella looked distracted, her brows were furrowed in torment.

Baela nearly did not have the heart to add to it.

"I am told you went to Rooks Rest, without my permission no less." Queen Rhaenyra began, chiding the girl for being so reckless.

When Baela raised her head, Rhaenyra stopped abruptly.

"My grandmother has been slain."

Jace stepped forward slightly, wishing nothing more than to hold Baela.

"By Aegon?" Rhaenyra's voice broke slightly.

"Aemond." Baela could feel her eyes watering once more. She met the gaze of Rhaella--Her younger sister did not cry, nor did her face betray any emotion.

It enraged Baela, how she stood abnormally still.

"This atrocity must be swiftly answered!" Ser Alfred said others agreed.

Baela ignored them, still staring at Rhaella, whose eyes fluttered ever so slightly.

Something of a half whimper left Rhaella's lips--She moved to flee the room, likely to be alone.

"Rhaella, you must-" Jace tried, reaching out to her.

"Fuck off," Rhaella said, a coldness in her voice as she shoved past him.

"Clear the room." Queen Rhaenyra ordered. As the lords filed out, Baela ran to Jace, tears fully making themselves known.

Baela shook in his embrace as he held her tighter. In the midst of sorrow, she silently apologized to her grandmother. She tried to be brave, like her mother when she was consumed by Vhagar's flames or like Rhaenys herself in her final moments.

"Baela, come with me." Queen Rhaenyra says softly.

"But mother-" Jace tries. Baela clearly needed him, now more than ever.

"It's alright, Jace," Baela said, leaving him for Rhaenyra.

Baela and Rhaenyra entered the queen's quarters. They sat down together, Baela's sobs had been dimmed to sniffles.

"Where do you think Rhaella went?" Rhaenyra spoke first, she placed a gentle hand on Baela's leg.

"Who could know?" Baela said."She's like father in that way, fleeing when things become too much."

Rhaenyra nodded. She knew of Daemon's views regarding Rhaella. He would complain that she is silently flippant, opposing him at every turn.

However, in the same breath, he'd admit that her mind had to be some sort of weapon.

"Your grandmother was the fiercest among us, in her love and opinions," Rhaenyra said.

Baela smiled bitterly. "My mother used to tell me stories of how she used to scold her and my uncle, but could never in truth stay angry."

"Ah." Rhaenyra smiled at the incoming memories, back when things were much more simple. "I recall her being cross when Daemon fought for your mother's hand."

"They always have been at odds, but alas they were cousins," Baela said.

"I think.." Rhaenyra began, turning to Baela. "I fear there is something wrong with Rhaella."

Baela sighed,at least she was not the only one to notice.

"Sometimes, I hear to speaking to herself in her chamber," Baela admitted.

Rhaenyra's face contorted in confusion.

"She does not sleep, though she tries."

"Perhaps I should have sent her to Pentos, or away with Rhaena," Rhaenyra said.

Baela chuckled. "She'd sooner flee to the Red Keep." As the words left her mouth, she thought of Aemond--The jest instantly became unfunny.

"Well." Rhaenyra huffed. "Let us hope, for our sake, she finds what she is looking for."

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RHAELLA SCREAMED UNTIL HER THROAT WAS RAW.

Still, though, she could not summon a single tear. Her exhaustion ate away at her but still could not find sleep.

She sat in The Cannibal's still empty cave, clutching the dragon hairpin her grandmother had gifted her.

She was gone. Rhaella felt a numbness overtake her body.

There might have been a slight sense of guilt when she thought of Aemond. However, it was nothing but apathy.

He was enjoying himself right now,Rhaella was sure. Reveling in the death of her grandmother. Aemond was likely with that bed whore Astris had mentioned.

Surely he was fond of her. Aemond still had plenty of people to care for around him, while Rhaella's numbers were dwindling.

The thought alone--Of Aemond happy by himself filled her with an unholy rage.

Placing the pin back in her hair, Rhaella decided to take an act she never thought was possible to do.

Rhaella went to her knees. Praying.

She had never prayed,or offered thanks to the Gods--Why should she?

But now, she was desperate.

Rhaella didn't even know to whom she was supposed to pray.

Perhaps…. the presence who had made himself known to her? He had plagued her with dreams and whispers. Somehow, this felt natural.

"Please." Rhaella began. She was not entirely sure what she was asking for.

Death? Mercy? A chance to prove herself?

Why not all?

"Take my soul if it so pleases you, but make me strong in return."

Rhaella clasped her hands tighter together, her scarred palms rubbed together.

"Make me powerful, grant me divine violence, and make thick my blood."

Rhaella decided she had voiced all her desires properly, she waited.

For what, she was not so sure. A sign? Or perhaps the God in question will take pity and strike her down.

What a silly girl she was.

As she raised her head, the unmistakable roars of a dragon made the cave rumble.

Her Aegarax. The Cannibal dragon.

Rhaella ran, faster than anything she ever had before. Her cloak flung behind her as she stumbled to see him.

The Cannibal landed onto the sand,staring at her. Rhaella's panted breaths slowed as all she could do was return the act.

Could this be?

As if it was a response of some kind,The Cannibal bent his neck for her.

This wild dragon, whom had killed and eaten scores of men crouched for her.

"Gods be good." Rhaella said in disbelief. She approached slowly with some semblance of confidence present.

"Aegarax?" Rhaella said, slowly reaching a hand to his nose. He leaned forward, into her touch.

"Lykiri," Rhaella spoke for good measure.

She hoisted herself on top of him, holding onto his horns. The feeling of his warmed scales underneath her was incomparable. Like a true bond.

Aegarax raised up again, stretching his wings. Rhaella briefly wondered if he would throw her off.

The Cannibal spread his wings further, beginning to walk forward.

Then he flew--Up into the skies he went, and Rhaella could do little but hold on for dear life.

Her cloak whipped behind her as well did her hair in the wind. For a time, she dared not move, seizing in place.

She was on a dragon. No, she was riding her dragon.

Sitting up slightly, Rhaella readjusted her grip onto the spikes on his back.

She looked up to the skies, passing through clouds. The air felt slightly cooler at this height.

A fit of shocked laughter left her. Rhaella tried to recall the books she had read as a child, how she watched other riders fly with their dragons.

But they had saddles, and she had nothing. Rhaella moved along with Aegarax's rhythm. The Cannibal was a little rash in his flight as he sped through the air.

At one time, Rhaella used to think that she would prefer a much slower dragon.

Clearly, her mind was changed in an instant. It occurred to her that she was hardly controlling him in any particular direction, but she hardly cared.

Aegarax could fly her well into the east for all she cared. Rhaella closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of her bond.

It was not until she reopened her eyes did Rhaella realized she was nearing Kings Landing.

Cursing, she gripped onto the cannibal's horns for control.

"Daor kesīr!" Rhaella urged 'Not here!'

After a few attempts, Aegarax detoured the path to Kings Landing, instead hovering over the woods nearby.

They very well could've been spotted, shot down even.

"Tegun kesīr" Rhaella directed, nearly sternly.'Land here.'

Through the short exchange, Rhaella found that Aegarax responded better to sharp and direct commands.

The Cannibal settled to the ground,Rhaella reluctantly jumped down from him.

Her legs wobbled, adjusting to the gravity.

Why did he bring her here, of all places? Aegarax's head plopped to the ground as if he had done his part in full.

Petting his side absentmindedly, Rhaella thought about what to do next.

If they were now bonded, perhaps he was in tune to her desires.

That brothel whore, the one who keeps Aemond company.

Rhaella raised the hood of her cloak over her head, concealing her silver locks.

Keeping her head down, she walked to the inner cities of Kings Landing. The place was just as packed as it was last time she ventured here.

Smelled twice as awful too.

Walking through the streets of Flea Bottom, Rhaella listened in for any information.

People here were starving and angry. They knew not who was leading them as Aegon seemed to disappear.

Rhaella hoped he was dead.

In the sea of people,one girl caught her eye.

It was Elinda, maid to the Queen Rhaenyra. But what was she doing here?

Rhaella hurried to catch up with her and once she was within reach she grabbed her.

"Elinda." Rhaella hissed.

"My lady?" She said once she realized who held her arm. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Rhaella asked.

Elinda looked around cautiously. "I was sent here by the queen,she has a plan."

Plan? Rhaella was sure Mysaria was involved.

Elinda took in Rhaella's silence. "Come with me."

The maid directed Rhaella to one of the houses. Inside was a plump looking girl, sitting with Astris.

At the sight of Rhaella, Astris jumped from her seat.

"My lady?"

Rhaella breathed out in relief. "So you're ok."

Astris held Rhaella's hands, taking her in.

"How did you come here?" Astris asked. "By boat?"

Rhaella shook her head,taking a seat.

"My dragon." The sentence felt foreign on her tounge,but she supposed it would take some getting used to.

"What!" Astris exclaimed. "You finally claimed him?"

Rhaella's lips twitched onto a smile.

"I did."

"I am glad of it but you must return," Elinda said. Rhaella removed her hood and sat down. Noticing Rhaella's loose hair, Astris's fingers began to braid it, almost instinctively.

"I think i would rather hear about this plan." Rhaella said.

"The queen shall send food to the city," the girl blurted out. When Rhaella's attention turned to her, she blushed profusely.

"Do say it louder, Diana, so the whole city might hear you," Astris muttered sarcastically.

So the queen had considered using the people's hunger, originally Rhaella's own suggestion.

"The queen and lady Mysaria have seen to it themselves," Elinda added.

Rhaella adjusted her head slightly as Astris continued to braid.

"And when is this to happen?" Rhaella asked.

"On the morrow," Diana replied.

Come daylight, fleeing the city would be harder. Whatever she indened to do must be done this very night.

"Aegon is abed with injuries,I hear." Astris said,hands falling from Rhaella's hair.

"I hope he dies." Diana said.

Rhaella smirked. At least her grandmother hadn't gone without doing damange.

"The council has crowned Aemond prince regent," Elinda said.

"I'm sure he is positively gloating about that." Rhaella said.

It was almost funny--They both achieved something they've been longing for since childhood.

Aemond wished to be above his brother, seated on the throne.

Rhaella wished for a power,a dragon.

"He has already ordered the city gates shut, there is hardly food here," Astris says.

If Aemond got so much as an inkling that there was a plot,all the small folk would suffer for it.

"Aemond needs to be subdued in some way, at least for a time." Rhaella suggested.

Astris stood up, walking to a table laid with all sorts of books and plants. "Are you offering yourself up, my lady?"

"If you offer something I can use on him, then perhaps," Rhaella said.

Astris hummed, grabbed a book, and disappeared to the back.

"There is more." Elinda said. "The Queen has ordered me to collect any possible bastards with Targaryen blood."

"To what end?" Rhaella fiddled with her braid.

"From what I understand, there could be potential dragon riders among them."

Bastards on dragons? What a wretched idea. All her life she spent dragonless till now,and some scrappy commoner would mount one so easily?

It was nothing short of an insult. She decided to leave it to her grace,and wanted no parts of it.

Soon, Astris returned a vial of some sort in hand. Placing it on the table, she looked to Rhaella expectantly.

"What is it?" Diana asks. Rhaella picked it up; it was filled with a clear liquid, looking still like water.

"If she pours enough of it into his wine, he'll eventually enter a deep sleep," Astris says.

Meaning,Rhaella must find a way to get close--Perhaps in his chamber.

"It is dangoures!" Diana exclaimed. "She'll surely die."

"Perhaps." Rhaella mused. She had no intention of dying this night,not after the great feat she accomplished.

"Her grace would not have you put yourself in harms way." Elinda said. Rhaella ignored her, shoving the vile in her cloak.

"Astris?" Elinda tried. "The queen did not order for this."

The Pentoshi girl smiled flippantly, eyes fixed onto Rhaella. "I only serve my lady."

Elinda watched the two in half horror. Mysaria was right, Astris and Rhaella were quite the frightening match.

"I shall return, later into the night," Rhaella announced, raising up the hood of her cloak.

She slipped her dagger under the band of her stocking. "If morning comes and I still have not returned, I've been slain."

In truth,Rhaella sincerly douted that Aemond would hurt her. As it stood,she had much and more a reason to harm him.

"My lady?" Astris said,catching Rhaella's attention. "How would you like to proceed?"

Rhaella thought for a moment. She required more information before throwing herself into certain death.

"That brothel harlot," Rhaella stated, her violet eyes darkened. "I want to see her."

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I cannot believe that Ryan Condal seems to be making ANOTHER character in the show his mouthpiece (and for some bullshit magic explanation). Jace would never say, “our Valyrian histories, meant to gild us in glory.” Where does that work with his character, where has his characterization developed to make us think he would say such a thing? Oh wait, it hasn’t. Also, there would have been plenty of Valyrians who couldn’t ride dragons, why would they lie?

I had heard that Ryan Condal didn’t believe that one needed dragon rider blood to ride a dragon, but I didn’t think they’d be shoving it in so soon like that. And I knew that he fundamentally misunderstood magic in ASOIAF, but did he really have to be so weird about it. And just throw out all the lore?

One thing a writer MUST understand when it comes to magic, is that it must be grounded. It cannot have rules that are thrown out at a moment’s convenience, it must have very clear lines that are not to be broken. If a crystal ball gives someone visions, it can’t then two books later give someone the powers of a god. How magic works in a universe must be clearly understood by anyone who cares to take even a small amount of time.

GRRM, even with so many characters and different types of magic on different continents that isn’t always clear, manages to understand this where C&H don’t. He generally picks a certain area, and out of that area only a certain few that have the genes may access certain powers. Otherwise, it must usually be asked with blood magic.

Only the First Men have warging blood, but not everyone has the actual power. The genes passed through a few of the Starks (Bran, Rickon), and is more prominent in the free folk (Orwell, unnamed others, referenced as a normal part of life). NO ONE ELSE GETS IT THOUGH. Not the Lannisters, or the Baratheons, or the Targaryens (excluding Bloodraven because of his mom). ONLY those with First Men blood have the potential to access this power.

Out of all the Valyrian houses, only 40 houses were able to ride dragons. This points to the genes being fairly exclusive, they aren’t just mutating all the time to produce the genes/magic to ride dragons. Now, out of the 3 houses that fled the Doom, only one has the most prominent genes to ride dragons. If House Targaryen or another dragon-riding house ever married with the main Velaryon or Celtigar line pre/post Doom, then they also have carriers and occasional riders (Addam). BUT ONCE AGAIN, NO ONE ELSE CAN ACCESS THIS POWER. It is a power established through blood.

If that rule, after now being established in both the First Men and the Valyrians, is broken, then none of the lore makes sense and any magic can happen. There’s no way to make predictions in ASOIAF, no way to understand who gets to do what. Hereditary magic cannot be written and tossed aside for fun or random whim (looking at you Nettles. I know your ambiguity is important, but we know you’re not non-Valyrian cause that breaks the rules).

All other magic accessed, typically through R’hllor or the once of Dany’s fire magic, must be through blood or death. The sentence “only death pays for life” works for this. Dany got her fire magic by sacrificing Drogo, her son, and Mirri to the fire. Lady Stoneheart comes back, and kills the Frey men. Stannis summons a shadow monster, and kills his own brother.

GRRM UNDERSTANDS how magic must work when created. He knows it must be grounded, and he doesn’t even include that much of it to ensure it doesn’t get out of hand. Ryan Condal, however, does not.

Ryan Condal, and any other writers, throw around magic when convenient. The Iron Throne is insinuated to cut whenever someone makes a mistake in ep1. It shouldn’t say anything, because Aegon created it to be an uncomfortable seat and getting cut would be fulfilling that very purpose, but they give credence to a myth that GRRM has already implied is false.

“Cursed? It’s a throne made of swords!”

The White Stag shouldn’t mean a thing, but for some reason now it represents the rIgHtFuL ruler. Is there no such thing as a god ordained ruler for animals? Correct, but ignore that I guess.

Somehow making people experience magical hallucinations (they are magic, yes, Condal said it) is just shoved in with no explanation. How is Alys doing this, why is she doing it. Even Melisandre and Thorros of Myr had an explanation for their magic and a reason for using it.

And now in s2 ep5, the magic is just erased? It’s such a wishy washy conversation that I don’t even know. Now, it doesn’t matter if you have dragon blood? Or it must be thick? These people don’t know how genes work, so what are they saying and how would they know? The dragonseeds are already established to have the blood/genes, so what’s the point of the saying anyways for the audience? And why would bastards be recorded? There’s no reason. Everyone who married out of the family died or their children married back into the main line so they’re out too. It’s just incoherent.

Writers, you cannot be so irresponsible with magic. You must establish your rules, you must stick to them (preferably just grab GRRM’s rules). You need to be better. Even if you disagree with some of the rules or change them, MAKE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT THEY ARE.

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PART FOUR of Undeniable Truths Recorded about Dance of the Dragons in F&B

*In Light of Season 2 of HotD*

[PART ONE, TWO, THREE]

note: some of these changes are fine

Alicent & Rhaenyra would never been able to secretly bypass a whole military blockade not just once or twice, but several times to "negotiate" how to put an end to the war without failing spectacularly & revealing themselves; nor even if they could would they want to, since the already-nonsensical-&-self-contradictory Rhaencient rewrite doesn't exist in canon

Jacaerys also visited the Manderlys &Jeyne Arryn aside from Cregan Stark (before Rhaena was sent to Jeyne)

not only did Jeyne Arryn verbalize and show so much more enthusiasm and determination to support Rhaenyra bc of their cousin link/Aemma, she also was for her (despite Daemon) bc she wanted to advance women's positions and safeguard their agency as she herself had to defend her rights against some male cousins despite having been named as heir

Jace's relationship w/Cregan was very clearly stronger than what's implied in the show, where they even made a pact that Jace's future daughter would marry Cregan's heir AND they spent a lot of time just hanging out as "bros" before that

in the show, The Battle of the Burning Mill occurred before any Blackwoods raided any house; in the book/orig story, the battle happened because the Rhaenyra-supporting Blackwoods attacked the green-supporting/declared Brackens and their lands (and only them) as one does at wartime (for all war is bad, this how it be)

in that battle, Samwell was killed by Amos Bracken; Alysanne Blackwood ("Black Aly") Blackwood, Samwell's sister and Benjicot's aunt, then killed Amos in the same battle (Sabitha Frey appears or is named much later, though she would have been active here as well)

obviously, Black Aly existed and she had already distinguished herself in killing Amos Bracken

when the Brackens left their seat (Stone Hedge) behind to counterattack at some random riverside mill, Daemon and his "strong host made up of Darrys, Rootes, Pipers, and Freys" seized Stone Hedge in their absence and took the remaining Brackens (Humphrey, his wife, kids, and paramour) & forced Amos' bastard brother, Raylon Rivers, to surrender

THEREFORE: no Tully or any Riverlord, went to Harrenhal to specifically accuse Daemon of anything in canon precisely because the Blackwoods targeted mostly or only the Brackens (not various riverlords) AND the Brackens had already declared for Aegon while the Blackwoods were for Rhaenyra -- thus these already feuding houses were at opposite sides

THEREFORE: Daemon did not send the Blackwoods to attack a non-discerning and non-anticipating house who was just there to be there; he prepared an attack on both ends against those who were already his sworn queen's enemies -- yes sacking villages is bad, so is war; point is that it wasn't the travesty or unethical by Westerosi standards bec it was all warfare circumstance

Oscar Tully was Grover Tully's great grandson (said ill and frail old man in the show)

Oscar Tully was not the lord of Riverrun/head of House Tully; his brother Kermit was, who was really the one leading the riverlords into battle & glory during and after the Dance

their father, Elmo Tully/Grover's grandson, was lord and he decided to keep the Tullys out of the fighting altogether until until Addam Velaryon basically forced them to (he would die on the march to war from contaminated water)

Grover Tully--remember, that old man show!Oscar mentions as reason for his presence--was fully for Aegon on the basis of maintaining a male's right over a woman's; he was one of those who voted for Viserys or against Laenor/Rhaenys...so Elmo defied his sick father to keep himself and his sons/the household alive

in the Blood & Cheese part, Alicent was there to witness what happened to Helaena and her kids, tied up & gagged before Helaena & her kids entered Alicent's rooms to say their goodnights

Maelor exists; when Blood and Cheese seized Helaena's kids, they forced Helaena into a "game" of choosing which boy would die; she tries to convince them to kill her instead (no necklace) but they threaten to r*pe Jaehaera and kill all her kids, so she reluctantly chooses Maelor to die; the duo instead kill Jaehaerys after Cheese whispers to Maelor his mother wanted him to die

Otto doesn't go anywhere despite possible exceptions he might have taken with Aegon killing many ratcatchers in response to Blood & Cheese

Gwayne Hightower never left KL bc Gwayne became 2nd in command under Luthor Largent, Lord Commander of the gold cloaks

the call for the Sowing didn't involve any of those who might have lived in KL - it was near-exclusively for people at Dragonstone-the-Island bc of the people's close history with the pre-Conquest Targs, who had affairs with or r*ped many of those on the island since they appeared

Jacaerys was the one to come up with the idea of the Sowing

Jacaerys was the one to meet with Corlys on how to attack KL with their dragons, which is how the Sowing came about

Addam had to save Alyn from his own attempt to bond with Sheepstealer; Alyn got badly burnt

Nettles existed, obviously; she became Sheepstealer's rider through patient offerings of sheep each and every morning

Mysaria was nowhere near Dragonstone; she, Rhaenyra, and Daemon meet up again once Rhaenyra and Daemon take KL

Daemon was already in Harrenhal when Luke died; he sent messages to people to plan for Blood and Cheese and was nowhere near KL...again, distances....

Corlys was much more active during this period; mentioned his meetings with Jace; asked/pushed Rhaenyra to legitimize Addam & Alyn

though it's by Mushroom's conclusions, the text makes it very clear that Rhaenyra would not have taken well to Alyn and Addam either living with her own kids nor openly shown to be Corlys' children...and thus so bc bk!Rhaenys was made of musch different stuff than show!Rhaenys...the evidence of such both consistent and as far back as before the GC of 101

Aegon and Aemond went to Rook's Rest together to ambush Rhaenys and it was planned; Criston is cited as one who likely either came up with the ambush himself or at least collaborated with Aemond for that

Aemond did not burn down Sharp Point in frustration over Rhaenyra having gathered her dragons..or any crownland house for that matter; he did burn down several random riverland villages alone on Vhagar after he and Cole found out about KL's fall/Daemon's deceit and Cole left him

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Mini shots HOTD (Cregan, Addam, Gwayne)

Masterlist de mi autoría

Parte 2 Parte 4

Cregan: *cuando Cregan fue informado de que finalmente podían cruzar los Twins, no le especificaron a cambio de qué. Y un chiste bastante tonto de tu parte terminó en un gran malentendido*

Como hija mayor de Rhaenyra y encargada de patrullar el área de Riverlands, ____ recibió a los miles de barbas blancas de Winterfell a medio camino en el puente.

Su dragón Cloudjumper sobrevolaba el cielo, capturando la total atención de los hombres. Pero había uno solo cuya mirada no estaba en el animal que aparecía y desaparecía entre las nubes.

—Sin duda los dioses antiguos y nuevos me han bendecido por poder ver al gran Cregan Stark después de tanto tiempo.—El joven no pudo evitar sonreír al escuchar tal tontería de la mujer apoyada en los laterales del puente.

—También me alegro de verla, milady.—

—Bah, deja las formalidades de lado.—____ se acercó a él, tomando sus manos con cariño—. Espero que no hayan tenido mayores inconvenientes en el camino.—señaló al final del puente—. Hice que les traigan algo de carne y vino para el campamento. Imagino que descansarán en la arboleda más adelante ¿no?—

—¿Carne y vino? ¿Por qué el regalo?—

—Es lo mínimo que puedo hacer por ustedes. Tuve que usar mis encantos con los Frey para conseguir la mejor carne de sus tierras.—siguieron camino.

—Hablando de eso, tu hermano no me dijo cuáles fueron las condiciones para poder usar el puente.—

—Bueno, son momentos desesperados, asi que no pudimos regatear mucho. Necesitábamos que ustedes pudieran cruzar.—Cregan la miró confundido—. Jace les prometió Harrenhal... Y mi mano en casamiento para el hijo de los Frey.—

El lobo se congeló con aquello, mirando a la mujer que caminaba con expresión dura.

—... ¿Cómo que tu mano? ¿Te consultó al menos?—

—Como dije, momentos desesperados. Me enteré recién esta tarde... Y me triplica la edad el tipejo, que horror.—____ reprimió las ganas de reír—. ¿Qué tal? Me ves a cargo de cobrar pasaje a los que vienen por el puente?—silbó apenas, y su dragón no tardó en bajar al puente—. Debo terminar mi patrullaje, me temo que solo me tomé un momento para darles la bienvenida... Los visitaré en la noche ¿Si? Buena marcha, caballeros.—____ alzó vuelo enseguida, dejando a Cregan más que aturdido por la reciente noticia.

Ella se casaría...

La joven solo estaba bromeando, tal y como solía hacerlo con Cregan. No creyó que él de verdad se tragaría tremenda tontería.

El lobo y el dragón se conocían de años antes, cuando coincidieron en el cumpleaños número uno de Joffrey. Y Cregan cayó redondito por la niña descarada que no dudaba en hacerle frente a los lores que cuestionaban su sangre paterna. Ese cariño no hizo más que crecer con los años, incluso más que la amistad que cultivaron entre ambos.

Estaba enamorado, y ahora con el corazón roto por el falso compromiso.

Los soldados recibieron con gran ánimo a la princesa esa noche, ya cocinando y bebiendo los regalos brindados. ____ los saludos con ánimos también, pero se apresuró a buscar la tienda de Cregan.

—Permiso~... Buenas noches, milord.—____ sonrió al ver a Cregan revisando unos mapas, quien apenas y se molestó en mirarla

—Pensé que no vendrías, ya es algo tarde.—

—Ah, es que no calculé el tiempo... ¿Te molesta si me quedo en tu campamento? Me iré a primera hora.—

—¿Los Frey permiten que la futura esposa de su hijo duerma en un campamento de hombres?—finalmente la miró, y ____ notó por su rostro que no estaba de buen ánimo.

—... No me digas que lo creíste.—lo vio fruncir el ceño, y la mujer no tardó en reir—. ¡Por los dioses, si te lo creíste!—

—¿Me estabas viendo la cara de tonto?—

—Tonto tú si de verdad creíste que yo me casaría con un tipo que no conozco. No...—se sentó junto a él, revisando los mapas. Marcó algunas cosas con una pluma—. Jace perdería la lengua si siquiera lo intentara...—Cregan suspiró apenas, aliviado de que la razón de su amargada tarde no fue más que un chiste sin gracia.

—¿Vamos a Harrenhal o en un punto medio nos encontramos con otro grupo?—soltó como si nada, y ____ no tardó en mirarlo.

—... ¿Vamos a fingir que no noté tu molestia por el falso casamiento?—enarcó una ceja.

—Si, ____. Sigamos fingiendo todo lo que tenga relación con el asunto.—

—... ¿y si ya me cansé de hacerlo?—Cregan le prestó atención—. ¿Y si me cansé de fingir que no me molestó el hecho de que tú no lo hayas pedido?—

—No sé de qué hablas.—____ se tornó seria. Estaba molesta.

—... Tú nunca sabes nada.—La joven se puso de pie, y Cregan supo que debía evitar que se fuera.

—No me pareció correcto.—____ volteó a mirarlo—. Si yo le pedía tu mano a Jace a cambio del apoyo de mi casa... Sentí que te estaría condicionando. No quiero eso para ti.—

—¿"Condicionarme"?—frunció el ceño con incredulidad—. Cregan, haría lo que fuera por estar contigo. Sabes bien cómo me siento. Y fue divertido lo de las insinuaciones y juegos tontos pero necesito que me digas si tú sientes lo mismo o-

—Estaba pensando seriamente en pelearme con los Frey con cualquier excusa para acabar con tu prometido... Porque la idea de verte casada con alguien que no fuera yo era inaceptable.—____ se sorprendió, pero no tardó en sonreír.

—¿Qué harás entonces?—

—Ganemos esta próxima batalla, y entonces le pediré tu mano a tu madre.—

—Más te vale, o yo tendré que pedir tu mano y quedarás frente a todos como un cobarde.—Cregan se levantó, acercándose y parándose frente a la mujer.

—¿Vendrías a Winterfell entonces? Dijiste que no te gustaba el frío.—

—Tú estarás ahí para mantenerme caliente ¿Verdad?—___ tomó las mejillas de Cregan, quien no tardó en llevar sus manos a la cintura ajena—. Jace me dijo que preguntabas mucho sobre mi...—lo miró emocionada—. Y que te veías todo tonto cuando él te contaba algo.—

—¿Él te lo dijo por su cuenta o tú también preguntas mucho sobre mi?—la escuchó reír bajito.

—Jace esta harto de ser el mensajero, asi que hagámoslo a un lado y hablemos directo.—

Cregan tiró suavemente de la cintura ajena, acercándola un poco más.

—... ¿Qué te parece si ya damos por hecho que tu madre me permitió tu mano? Asi puedo besarte sin sentir que estamos pecando.—

—¿Solo besar?—Cregan sintió un escalofrío en cuanto las manos de ____ se deslizaron por su cuello—. Si vamos a pecar y ofender a los dioses... Que sea por algo más emocionante ¿No te parece?—

La mañana siguiente, los guerreros se extrañaron al ver que la princesa no estaba en su tienda de acampar, pero no les costó mucho encontrarla. Y como hombres de palabra, nadie fuera de ese campamento sabría nada de lo que se vio o escuchó en la tienda de su lord.

Addam: *cuando viste a Bruma sobrevolar Harrenhal, un horrible malestar se instaló en tu pecho. Era el dragón de tu mejor amigo, y ver que tenía un nuevo jinete no te agradó mucho*

—Preséntate.—____ miró con cierto desprecio al joven frente a ella, sin terminar de creerse que Bruma había reemplazado a Lae.

—Soy Addam.—la mujer alzó una ceja expectante—. Solo Addam.—

—¿Quieres hacerme creer que un plebeyo común y corriente tomó el dragón del antiguo heredero de Driftmark?—____ se acercó a él enseguida, y el hombre hizo un gran esfuerzo por no retroceder. Se le complicó al ver el enorme dragón platinado aterrizar detrás de ella. Bruma lo respaldó de todas formas—... ¿Quiénes son tus padres?—

—Mi madre es de orígenes humildes, la perdí hace algunos años.—

—¿Y tu padre?—no respondió—. Eres un bastardo Targaryen ¿No es así?—

—No soy Targaryen.—

—No dije Targaryen, dije BASTARDO Targaryen.—Addam se removió incómodo.

—No soy un bastardo Targaryen ¿Bien? Y en teoría, mi padre... no es nada de eso.—____ se paró justo frente a él, mirando bien su apariencia.

—... Te pareces a él.—

—¿A quién?—

—A Lae... ¿Eres bastardo de Corlys?—La joven Targaryen entendió dos cosas esa tarde. La primera que Corlys era un desgraciado por haber engañado a Rhaenys. Y la segunda que Addam no sabía mentir ni ocultar nada—... Ven, Addam. Rhaenyra de seguro le dará un tirón de orejas a Daemon, no te quedes afuera mucho tiempo.—lo invitó a seguirla—. A Bruma le gustan los cerdos ¿Quieres alimentarlo?—

Cuando ____ se presentó en Dragonstone y conoció al resto de jinetes, entendió que Addam era su favorito. Por lejos. Muy lejos.

—Estamos cortados con la misma tijera, querida.—Ulf miró divertido a la mujer que se acercaba junto a Jace.

—Vuelve a decirme querida... y tu lengua será un aperitivo para Razor...—se acercó molesta—. Yo no estoy ni mínimamente cerca de ser como tú... no por tu bastardia... Sino por tu falta total de respeto ajeno.—apoyó un dedo en el pecho del hombre—. No te quiero cerca, imbécil.—La mujer dejó el lugar, y Addam sintió la necesidad de seguirla.

—Lamento la falta de respeto de Ulf, milady.—se puso a su par.

—¿Por qué te disculpas por la estupidez ajena?—

—No quiero que piense que los nuevos somos todos maleducados... Hugh es un buen hombre.—

—¿Y tú?—

—Intento serlo.—____ se detuvo y lo miró, notando la sonrisa nerviosa en su rostro. No pudo evitar reír.

—¿Por qué tanto miedo?—

—Usted intimida.—

—¿Yo?—la mujer enarcó una ceja divertida.

—Quiero conservar la lengua, de ser posible.—La mujer se relajó incluso más, y Addam se sintió bendecido por ver ese lado más risueño de la princesa.

—Conservarás tu lengua, solo Addam... ¿Quieres volar conmigo?—

Corlys había llegado a Dragonstone cierta mañana, viendo como Bruma y Razor sobrevolaban la fortaleza montados por sus jinetes. Le dio cierta nostalgia, pues su hijo y la princesa solían pasear juntos en su niñez. Y ahora su otro hijo lo hacía también. Pero en esta ocasión, una fuerte amistad no era la motivación de tales paseos.

—¡Hiciste trampa!—

—¿Yo? Jamás.—____ empujó apenas al hombre que sonreía de forma radiante. Adoraba su sonrisa.

—Estas mejorando, Addam. Un poco más de práctica y serás un gran jinete.—____ le sonrió—. Rhaenyra te nombrará caballero, y tendrás el reconocimiento que mereces.—El chico se emocionó.

—¿Qué me brindaría ese nombramiento? Me refiero a beneficios y demás.—comenzaron a caminar.

—Bueno, cuando la reina recupere el control, de seguro te brindará un buen hogar... Servidumbre.—lo pensó un segundo—. No pasarás necesidades nunca más, eso es fijo.—

—¿Puedo pedir lo que sea?—

—Eso es un sentido muy amplio, especifica qué es "lo que sea".—

—Tu mano.—se sinceró sin más. ____ se detuvo al escuchar aquello, mirándolo sorprendida. Y Addam sintió que fue muy impulsivo.—. L-lo siento, lo dije sin pensar.—se avergonzó enseguida—. No quise- solo... Fui irrespetuoso, lo lamento mucho.—

—... Ser caballero no te habilita a pedir la mano de una princesa, son rangos sin comparación.—respondió tranquila, y Addam agachó la cabeza enseguida—... Pero como princesa, yo puedo elegir a quien quiera. Asi que no habría problemas, yo te elegiría.—Addam la miró apurado, notando como le sonreía.

—... Me hace sufrir, milady.—

—No lloriquee, sir Addam. Le ofrezco la mano de la princesa más bella de todos los reinos.—siguió caminando—. Así que sonría... A la princesa le gusta que lo haga.—

—¿Ah si? A mi me gusta cuando ella lo hace.—

Ambos se regalaron sonrisas cargadas de felicidad, y deshicieron el camino hasta la fortaleza con una cercanía mucho más cariñosa.

Gwayne: *el joven Hightower estaba absurdamente cansado de ir y venir a todos lados siguiendo a Cole, pero en uno de sus tantos viajes, conoció a la que sería el primer gran amor de su vida*

El amor a primera vista era algo que Gwayne creía infantil, una tontería que las niñas pequeñas comentaban a escondidas y reían en confidencia, imaginando a su príncipe azul.

Puras tonterías.

Pero cierta tarde, tras luchar y tomar un castillo en las afueras de King's Landing, una herida en el abdomen lo hizo recurrir a los maestres del lugar. Y la mujer lo recibió.

—Sangra bastante, sir ¿Le molesta si lo reviso?... ¿Sir?—

Gwayne estaba en las nubes.

No sabía si era debido a la pérdida de sangre o qué, pero al ver a la mujer de humildes vestimentas, creyó ver un rayo de luz iluminarla. Era hermosa. La mujer más hermosa que había visto en su vida.

Olvidó cómo hablar, incluso respirar le costaba. Pero entonces una delicada mano acunó su mejilla, bajándolo a tierra.

—Sir... Por favor... Déjeme revisarlo.—Gwayne se sentó en aquel catre, dejándose guiar hasta que la mujer logró que se acostara. Lo despojó enseguida de su pechera y ropa siguiente, dejando su abdomen a la vista—. Puñalada, por lo visto... Pero por suerte la pechera amortiguó bien... Podemos suturar la arteria y cocer su piel.—presionó un paño contra la herida—. Lamento si duele pero no-

—¿Cómo se llama, milady?—El hombre habló por primera vez, y su voz era la de un completo enamorado.

—¿Yo? ¿Es relevante?—calentó una varilla al fuego de la chimenea—. Y no soy lady, no soy de cuna noble.—

—Eres mi salvadora, claro que es relevante.—la joven sonrió con aquello, y Gwayne sintió que moría un poco más.

—Me llamo ____, sir. Soy la curandera principal de esta fortaleza. Así que estoy a su servicio.—removió la varilla, gesto que a Gwayne no le parecía relevante.

—Me disculpo si la toma del castillo fue muy violenta, su cuidador no quiso rendirse.—

—No debe disculparse por nada, sir. Ese tonto usurpó el lugar de nuestro verdadero lord. Merecido lo tenia.—sacó la varilla del fuego—. Por eso estoy a su disposición, lo que necesiten... ¿Qué es eso?—En cuanto Gwayne miró hacia donde la mujer señalaba, el hierro al rojo vivo se apoyó en su herida, cauterizando enseguida la pequeña pero continua pérdida de sangre—. Lamentó eso.—____ le dio tres puntadas y lo cubrió enseguida con una compresa embebida en medicina—. Pero ya está, nada de sangrado... ¿Dolió mucho?—

—Tienes mucha habilidad con esto, y buenos métodos de distracción. Asi que dolió poco y nada.—la chica sonrió, y el poco dolor de Gwayne terminó de desaparecer.

—Me alegra ser de utilidad... ¿Gusta un poco de jugo de frutas?—

Si con solo unos minutos de conocerla ya le había gustado, con el pasar de una semana Gwayne ya le pertenecía por completo a la mujer.

Era maravillosa. Por donde se la mirara, ____ era la mujer más perfecta en todo Westeros. La gran debilidad del Hightower. Fue por eso que casi muere cuando Criston le pidió volver a King's Landing.

—No. No me iré.—

—... No es una pregunta.—Gwayne se removió en el lugar, algo impaciente.

—Yo cuidaré esta fortaleza... Seré el nuevo guardián. No puedo irme.—Para Cole no era difícil entender qué diablos pasaba con el caballero. No era tonto, y mucho menos ciego.

—... Para ser alguien que cuestiona mis acciones, también estás rompiendo tu juramento.—soltó con firmeza, notando la expresión de sorpresa en el rostro de Gwayne.

—No sé de qué hablas.—

—La curandera, Sir Gwayne... Tus ojos al mirarla se iluminan.—

—Eso no es de su incumbencia.—

—Lo es. Porque estás bajo mi mando, y te estoy ordenando que abandones el puesto y no quieres hacerlo.—

Gwayne miró a Criston con ganas de golpearlo, pero algo a unos metros llamó su atención. Ignorando por completo al hombre, Gwayne caminó directo a la mujer que volvía del jardín con un canasto repleto de hierbas.

—Buenas tardes, sir Gwayne.—____ lo recibió con una sonrisa, y el hombre sonrió de igual manera.

—Buena es ahora que la veo, milady.—

—No soy lady. Ya le dije.—siguió caminando, y él la siguió enseguida.

—Lo sería si se casara con alguien de cuna noble.—

—¿Quién querría casarse con una curandera que-

—Yo me ofrezco con gusto.—Gwayne murió un poco al ver como el rostro de la mujer se sonrojaba enseguida.

—No bromee con esas cosas... Si me disculpa.—entró al salón de curanderos, dejando el canasto sobre la gran mesa—. Tengo que preparar algunas cosas.—

—No bromeo, milady.—la siguió enseguida—. ¿Me dejaría cortejarla como se merece?—

—¿Por qué la repentina tontería?—

—Porque acabo de renunciar a mi juramento de castidad y quiero tu mano.—aquello sorprendió a la mujer.

—¿Cuándo renunció?—

—Cuando te vi entrar a la fortaleza, de hecho.—

—Por los dioses...—____ sufrió un escalofrío al sentir como Gwayne tomaba sus manos con cariño, deslizando los dedos por la totalidad de su palma. Las acercó a sus labios, dejando un beso en ambas.

—Mi hermana es la reina viuda... Si le pido que me convierta en el guardián de este castillo lo hará sin problemas. Nos estableceremos aquí, nos casaremos y viviremos en paz el resto de nuestras vidas.—La mujer lo miró en silencio, intentando asimilar todo ese repentino planteamiento.

—... ¿Por qué yo, Gwayne? Es que... No lo entiendo.—

—Te amo, ____. Te amo tanto que estoy dispuesto a tirar todo por la borda solo por ti. De solo tomar tus manos...—las estrechó con cariño.

____ se liberó de su agarre con suavidad, acunando el rostro ajeno con cierta duda aún. Gwayne se derritió bajo su toque.

—... Criston Cole lo mira desde el pasillo justo ahora.—soltó la mujer bajito, mirando con disimulo al hombre fuera del salón.

—Entonces es el momento perfecto para darle un beso, milady. Asi le hervirá la sangre.—Gwayne sonrió apenas, acercándose al rostro de la mujer lentamente, midiendo las oportunidades que tenía de concretar el gesto.

Desde el pasillo, Criston vio como la mujer besaba a Gwayne con cierta pena. Gwayne no tardó en rodearla entre sus brazos, dejando un casto beso en su coronilla.

Ah... Que cosa mágica el amor a primera vista

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TYWIN LANNISTER, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport,

His wife, [LADY JOANNA], a cousin, died in childbed,

Their children:

SER JAIME, called the Kingslayer, a twin to Cersei,

QUEEN CERSEI, wife of King Robert I Baratheon, a twin to Jaime,

TYRION, called the Imp, a dwarf,

His siblings:

SER KEVAN, his eldest brother,

His wife, DORNA, of House Swyft,

Their eldest son, LANCEL, squire to the king,

Their twin sons, WILLEM and MARTYN,

Their infant daughter, JANEI,

GENNA, his sister, wed to Ser Emmon Frey,

Their son, SER CLEOS FREY,

Their son, TION FREY, a squire,

[SER TYGETT], his second brother, died of a pox,

His widow, DARLESSA, of House Marbrand,

Their son, TYREK, squire to the king,

[GERION], his youngest brother, lost at sea,

His bastard daughter, JOY, a girl of ten,

Their cousin, SER STAFFORD LANNISTER, brother to the late Lady Joanna,

His daughters, CERENNA and MYRIELLE,

His son, SER DAVEN LANNISTER,

His counselor, MAESTER CREYLEN,

His chief knights and lords bannermen:

LORD LEO LEFFORD,

SER ADDAM MARBRAND,

SER GREGOR CLEGANE, the Mountain That Rides,

SER HARYS SWYFT, father by marriage to Ser Kevan,

LORD ANDROS BRAX,

SER FORLEY PRESTER,

SER AMORY LORCH,

VARGO HOAT of the Free City of Qohor, a sellsword.

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ADDAM + HUGH

The way GRRM wrote these 2 dragonseeds, it's apparent they are meant to be contrasted against each other. With other dragonseeds, like Ulf, he exists as a sidekick to Hugh and someone who tries to take up Hugh's mantle after his death, so we don't even get much of a description of what he's truly like. Ulf's role in the story is more about having a presence as one of the betrayers so that the 2 Treasons plot can have urgency. Ulf is to Hugh what Alyn is to Addam. And because of that contrast, obviously Alyn is a character with much greater importance than Ulf. Nettles stands apart from the rest of the dragonseeds which is why her story takes a different turn at the end. With Addam and Hugh specifically though, they are narrative foils.

SMALL & QUICK VS TALL & STRONG

Small and quick as their mother, these bastards of Hull were both silver of hair and purple of eye, and soon proved to have “sea salt in their blood” as well, growing up in their grandsire’s shipyard and going to sea as ship’s boys before the age of eight.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: The Red Dragon and the Gold

The son of a common blacksmith, Hammer was a huge man, with hands so strong that he was said to be able to twist steel bars into torcs. Though largely untrained in the art of war, his size and strength made him a fearsome foe.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Triumphant

SECRETIVE VS BOASTFUL

And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: The Red Dragon and the Gold

Mushroom tells us there were two men on Dragonstone that night who drank to the slaughter in a smoky tavern beneath the castle: the dragonriders Hugh the Hammer and Ulf the White, who had flown Vermithor and Silverwing into battle and lived to boast of it. “We are knights now, truly,” Hard Hugh declared.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: The Red Dragon and the Gold

NOBLE COMPANY VS UNSAVOURY FOLLOWERS

Addam Velaryon was relentless and determined and glib of tongue, and the riverlords knew much and more of the horrors that had befallen Tumbleton. By the time Ser Addam was ready to descend on Tumbleton, he had near four thousand men at his back. Benjicot Blackwood, the twelve-year-old Lord of Raventree, had come forth, as had the widowed Sabitha Frey, Lady of the Twins, with her father and brothers of House Vypren. Lords Stanton Piper, Joseth Smallwood, Derrick Darry, and Lyonel Deddings had scraped together fresh levies of greybeards and green boys, though all had suffered grievous losses in the autumn’s battles. Hugo Vance, the young lord of Wayfarer’s Rest, had come, with three hundred of his own men plus Black Trombo’s Myrish sellswords. Most notably of all, House Tully had joined the war.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Overthrown

Though Hammer’s ambition was unseemly in one born so low, the bastard undeniably possessed some Targaryen blood and had proved himself fierce in battle and open-handed to those who followed him, displaying the sort of largesse that draws men to leaders as a corpse draws flies. They were the worst sort of men, to be sure: sellswords, robber knights, and like rabble, men of tainted blood and uncertain birth who loved battle for its own sake and lived for rapine and plunder.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Overthrown

LOYALTY VS TREACHEROUS AMBITION

Ser Addam flew far and fast, descending on castles great and small whose lords were loyal to the queen, to piece together an army.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Overthrown

Lord Hammer (as he now styled himself) began to dream of crowns. “Why be a lord when you can be a king?” he told the men who began to gather round him.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Triumphant

WARRANT FOR ARREST VS WARRANT FOR EXECUTION

As Ser Luthor Largent and his gold cloaks rode up Rhaenys’s Hill with the queen’s warrant, the doors of the Dragonpit were thrown open above them, and Seasmoke spread his pale grey wings and took flight, smoke rising from his nostrils.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Triumphant

Nor did the once-gentle prince hesitate when Lord Unwin Peake presented him with warrants for the execution of Hard Hugh Hammer and Ulf White, but eagerly affixed his seal.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Overthrown

HONORABLE DEATH VS DISHONORABLE DEATH

Young Ser Addam died bravely at the Second Battle of Tumbleton, proving his faithfulness with his life after it had been called into question by the deeds of the Two Betrayers.

— The World of Ice and Fire, Aegon II

When he spied Hard Hugh, Roxton saw his chance, and said, “Lord Hammer, my condolences.” Hammer turned, glowering. “For what?” he demanded. “You died in the battle,” Bold Jon replied, drawing Orphan-Maker and thrusting deep into Hammer’s belly, before opening the bastard from groin to throat.

— Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons: Rhaenyra Overthrown

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alright things i liked

baela pointing out that jace is not the first bastard to inherit a seat that isn’t his by blood. that was a fun convo and i loved the back and forth and i love that she comes at it like “why are you moping do you think you’re the only bastard in the fucking world” and jace is like barely able to argue his point that LIVING that reality is so much more draining than she realizes, he’s too busy daydreaming about strangling ulf to death over the kitchen table.

everything helaena did. sensing daemon is having a dragon dream and using it to get him back to rhaenyra’s side, the way she really was listening to alicent’s idea about running away to essos together, letting her mother speak her piece in her defense, then going out onto the balcony knowing aemond is going to corner her and giving him the dressing down of his LIFE while he cries, all very good.

abigail thorne. omg. am i mad she’s not sabitha frey? yes. was she still hilarious? also yes.

ESSOSI OUTFITS THAT LOOK GOOD. WE GOT BLUE HAIR FOLKS!!!!

ulf and hugh and addam. trying to find their place, trying to bond with their dragons and each other, unsure of their footing. addam looked ready to turn to goo in his chair. hugh wincing at every “lowborn” quirk ulf has. ulf going ham on acting like ulf bc he’s nervous & telling jokes to cover it. loved it.

alys alys alys. crying at daemon’s bedside at what’s to come, at what she’s going to face next. do you think she saw simon’s death and wept for her silly uncle. does she grieve her cousins before they have even died. does she weep at daemons bedside knowing she’s leading him to his end.

larys and aegon. the whole scene was so good, the way larys is really trying to convince aegon to leave & fight another day and he has like a VERY solid plan but aegon is so completely shaken up bc he just had no idea aemond hated him that much, this is just what love is to him, is this constant push pull of humiliation and abuse that hes still as blind as he was when he was a child to the way his actions affect aemond.

alfred brune just nervously disappearing into the crowd after Daemon gets everyone singing “god save the queen” is so fucking funny. man is like “oh i misread that one HARDCORE i am about to get ate by a fucjing DRAGON while those two watch and fuck nasty” his ass is GRASS lmao

things that were booty, ass even

every single scene helaena had should have come earlier in the season. there’s no reason alicent & helaena couldn’t have had this convo in the last episode instead of alicent fucking off to the godswood for a swim.

i think it’s fine In Theory that alicent goes to rhaenyra and basically surrenders. she’s been shut out of power, she’s lost control of aemond, she’s terrified for helaena’s safety, and otto who was her rock & partner in all things has been gone for a long while. she’s floundering, her shitty boyfriends have abandoned her, she thinks her only shot is to work out a surrender with rhaenyra. COMMA BUT. caving to rhaenyra saying “i’m gonna have to execute aegon” was dumb & ooc. i’m tired of all these little trips between KL and dragonstone. i think that confrontation lacked a lot of punch, alicent was FAR too calm. idek what they’re doing w alicent’s reactions half the time tbh, this feels once again like being unable to let an actress just look ugly for a minute. even during a scene where she should ostensibly be nervous and freaking out, she looks immaculate & prettily distressed. i’m very much over it esp with how often we’ve seen rhaenyra look banged up or windswept or tired or whatever this season.

officially fridging marilda just takes so much intrigue out of the hull boys & alyn specifically. marilda is the only baseborn or lowborn character we get in the book that isn’t shit talked and this is likely due to alyn making SURE his mother is respected. to cut all of that for….what? more manpain? unacceptable.

pls tell me why tyland gets more haha jokey scenes than baela and rhaena get for any scenes at all. baela fights and SURVIVES the last dragon battle in westeros. rhaena is the last dragon rider until dany. they are powerful political forces just as their grandparents and parents. but they just do NOTHING it is so FRUSTRATING.

in theory i’m fine with aegon thinking sunfyre is dead and then finding out he’s alive bc sunfyre has come to rescue him from something. but if sunfyre doesn’t show up WAY EARLIER than the swan dive, if they CUT SOMEHOW THE SWAN DIVE and we don’t get to see aegon snot-crying and screaming as he holds baela’s burnt open face against a headstone and screams that he’s going to kill her for killing sunfyre while she’s glaring and daring him to fucking do it then, you all will never know peace from me. i will literally never stop bitching i will become the most annoying poster on this website i will find condal and hess and i will-

all build up and for WHAT. did they forget that even tho s6 ended with a bunch of shots of people’s armies moving there was an entire fucking battle that happened and then cersei committed religious terrorism??!!!

OH SO WE KEEP YAPPIN ABOUT DAERON ALL FUCKING SEASON JUST THIS RANDOM ASS FOURTH CHILD THAT WE DIDNT HEAR ABOUT ONCE LAST SEASON, AND ALL WE SAW WAS THAT TWO SECOND SCENE OF TESSARION FROM THE TEASER??

AND WE DONT EVEN SEE DREAMFYRE??

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all character names used in the song of ice and fire pile

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𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉:

Lynara Stark. was a noblewoman of House Stark during the second century after Aegon's Conquest, and the third wife of Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. She lived in Winterfell most of her childhood and when she often served to attend and help his previous wives, specially Black Aly, who she became good friends. She would later marry Cregan. The main line of House Stark's lineage descends from her. Canon. Dance Era.

Lord Torrhen Manderly. as a knight from House Manderly during the Dance of the Dragons and the second son of Lord Desmond Manderly. He later became the Lord of White Harbor, as well as Lord Regent and Hand of the King during the minority of King Aegon III Targaryen. Like most northmen, he supported Queen Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. Torrhen's father, Lord Desmond Manderly, sent Torrhen and his brother, Ser Medrick, south to aid Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. After Rhaenyra lost two dragons to the Two Betrayers. Canon. Dance Era.

Ser Addam Marbrand. is a knight of House Marbrand, and the son and heir of Lord Damon Marbrand of Ashemark. He is one of the chief knights in the service of Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and a knight of the Rock. Addam is a trusted friend of Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard. During his youth, Addam was a page at Casterly Rock, and a childhood friend of Ser Jaime Lannister. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Jeyne Farman. Jeyne Farman is a noblewoman of House Farman. She is the sister of Lord Sebaston Farman, the Lord of Fair Isle, and is the wife of Ser Gareth Clifton. Jeyne was a childhood friend of Cersei Lannister. She accompanied Cersei and Melara Hetherspoon into the tent of Maggy the Frog, to hear their futures told. When Maggy opened her eyes, Jeyne fled into the night, never hearing her future. The visit to Maggy the Frog fractured the friendship with Cersei, who Jeyne refused to visit. Canon. Song Era.

Lord Tytos Manning. House Manning is a noble house from the crownlands. As the sole heir to an enderly and sickly lord, he acts as Regent of his House. The Mannings control the port and harbor of King's Landing and who comes and goes, keeping a record of everything and everyone who enters, specially they control the area of Blackwater Bay. OC. Song Era.

Damon Vypren is a knight from House Vypren, the son and heir of Lord Lucias Vypren. Damon is introduced to Lady Catelyn Tully at the Twins on the eve of Lord Edmure Tully's wedding. Damon passed out drunk in the woods during the wedding and upon discovering his father's wealth gained from conspiring with the Freys, Damon decides to atone for his father's sins and move Norht. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Beth Cassel. Beth Cassel is a noblewoman of House Cassel and is the only surviving child of Ser Rodrik Cassel, Winterfell's master-at-arms. Beth is raised at Winterfell with the Stark children. Though closer in age to Arya, she tends to hover around Sansa's more glamorous retinue. Beth is one of the prisoners at Winterfell when the castle is taken by Theon Greyjoy. After this, she is taken by the Dreadfort, where she is rescued by her uncle Brandon. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Eddara Tallhart is the daughter of Ser Helman Tallhart, she is named in honor of Ned Stark. After the deaths of her father, Helman, and elder brother, Benfred, Eddara becomes the Lady of Torrhen's Square. Eddara is held captive by the ironmen at Torrhen's Square, following its capture by Dagmer. After being released, she pledges her alliance to the new King in the North but refuses to accept apologies from Theon Greyjoy and his actions. Canon. Song Era.

[diamondperfumes]

I could be missing the irony behind ASOIAF tumblr's joke/meme culture but why is Jacaerys Velaryon seen as a stereotypical bigoted frat boy type and Aemond Targaryen seen as a Marxist radical? Jacaerys faces anti-bastard stigma from the Green faction, which possibly motivates his desire to recruit dragonseeds for his mother's side. As in, he defies the long held, deeply embedded biases of Westeros, and actually seeks lowborn bastards as allies for his mother's cause and gives them military command. How many other princes and heirs can you name that do something similar, in the history of Westeros? Very few. Someone like Nettles, a young girl who grew up on the streets, would ordinarily never be able to ride a dragon into battle, much less accompany the prince of dragonstone into battle, or the presumptive king consort as his right hand. Even Rhaenyra allegedly demonstrated anti-bastard sentiment toward Addam Velaryon and Nettles. Yet the ties between Jace and the dragonseeds ran so strong that the book actually notes Nettles crying after his death, and Corlys and Addam seeking solace in each other. A 15-year-old boy who won the respect of Jeyne Arryn, a lesbian who ruled the Vale on her own, against challenges and attempted usurpation from her male relatives, and who bonded with lowborn bastards whom he gave military power and command to, doesn't strike me as the bigoted, prejudiced type.

On the other hand, Aemond is a traditional commander-prince. He serves as Aegon II's prince regent when Aegon II is out of commission, but during his stint as prince regent he does nothing more than battle. He commits mass murder in the Riverlands, burning thousands of innocent civilians, executes the entirety of House Strong (an action on par with Tywin Lannister, the Boltons, and the Freys), and takes Alys Rivers as a war prize. He also regularly uses misogynistic slurs when he talks about Rhaenyra, and equates motherhood and womanhood to weakness. At no point does he show any awareness of smallfolk, let alone any semblance of compassion for them. He's also anti-bastard.

But it seems to be a popular joke on here that Aemond is a Marxist and a revolutionary, and Jacaerys is a misogynist and an incel. Am I missing something? Perhaps taking a joke too seriously? Maybe the irony is that the joke is the exact opposite of their book personalities? I'd love for someone to explain this to me.

[alaynasansa]

My opinion on some asoiaf ships

Jal ->

* They aren't gonna be endgame. Val is kinda a blank slate, even Harry Hardyng has more personality and he only appeared in a sample chapter + Jon dreams of an idyllic life with Val, but based on his own tastes, in his own image of what Val should be, and this imagined future is shattered the moment Val declares that Shireen, an innocent child, should be killed. Jon is rightfully disgusted "this was a Val that Jon had never seen before", this Val is the real one, not the one he had imagined, and Jon isn't attracted to the real Val

Stardyng ->

* I kinda ship them. Listen Harry isn't perfect, far from it, but he isn't significantly older than Sansa, he didn't abuse her, he didn't sexualised her (guys she's 13), he geniunely admires her qualities (her intelligence and humor), he apologized for his classism (and he hates LF so it's no wonder he didn't want to marry LF's "bastard daughter")

Starkpoole ->

* They're perfect, okay ? They need to heal and get justice and then to be happy together in Winterfell thank you very much

Ned x Ashara ->

* I'm of the opinion Ashara was Ned's teenage love. Cat was the love of his life, but in my headcanon he geniunely cared about Ashara and he repressed his memories of her. Just like his eldest daughter, Ned repressed a lot of his trauma because it hurts him too much. He only thinks of Lyanna when he's triggered by traumatic events like Sansa pleading for Lady or when he's injured and anesthetized by the milk of the poppy and he barely thinks of his own father and brother so it wouldn't be surprising

Jaime x Addam ->

* Why not ? Childhood friends and sparring mates. He's the only speaker Jaime trusts with his secret

Arianne x Daemon ->

* I don't mind them they seem happy together (though it's complicated since Arianne is the crown princess of Dorne and Daemon's a bastard)

Sansa x Dickon ->

* We know next to nothing about Dickon but why not perhaps it could work in an au

Robb x Jeyne ->

* Perhaps Robb is Sleeping Beauty. He's the one with the evil step-mom who wants to kill him and his family. Old Fairy Walder Frey is offended by the Stark-Tully family and curses 16 YO Robb. Seventh Fairy Edmure tries to save the day but it doesn't work. Anyway. Robb was young, he made a ton of mistakes, especially towards his own family, but he didn't want any of this, he didn't want to be king, he wasn't ready, he wanted to save Jeyne's honor, he wanted to do the right thing (unlike the show version). I want Jeyne to make it at the end but I'm pessimistic. They deserved better. I kinda ship them

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 76

Cw: death, peril, description of a heart attack

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @stargaryenx @arrthurpendragon

Gif by @hvitserkk

He does not like waiting.

Aemma doesn’t either, but Aemond thinks motherhood has done what Teora’s teaching didn’t.

The north wanted four days and Sabitha Frey begrudgingly agreed.

Elmo Tully was needed, if they were to join forces and have the last of his brother’s supporters brought to heel, they needed everyone they could get.

There had been a letter from Aegon.

‘Weep no more, little brother, I live.’

He had taken Dragonstone with the help of Larys Strong, Larys who wasted no time in ensuring he knew what Aemond had done.

Some had deserted him and now he and Cole were branded as traitors.

Cole who stayed because his loyalty to Aegon was a byproduct of his love for mother.

Cole who bent the knee knowing there was a large possibility he would be taking the black for Joffrey Lonmouth and Lyman Beesbury’s murders and for his part in the usurpation of the king’s heir.

Aemond would be dead anyways.

Daemon had come from Maidenpool and demanded only one thing.

Daemon had said. “A trial by combat, let the gods be our judges, nephew.”

“May they judge us true.” Aemond nodded and agreed to the time and place. “We have lived too long, nuncle.”

“On that much we agree.”

And so Aemond seals his fate.

“If you wish to remarry, I only ask your next husband not be Stark.” He said refusing her pleas.

He only asked for a moment to bid his wife and son farewell.

“I hate this is what you want your last words to me to be.” Aemma dried her tears with her sleeve, and he thinks most of their marriage has been Aemma crying because of him.

“No, I will die with your name in my lips.” He said kissing her one last time. “If we cannot be together in this life, let us be in the next.”

She should have told him about Addam.

But she doesn’t because she doesn’t want to ruin his last moments by telling him she nearly fucked her brother in a moment of weakness.

If he lives she will tell him.

If he lives.

Gods, she hoped his seed takes.

Aemond, named after his father. Yes, that’s a good name.

“If you give me leave, I will kill Prince Daemon myself.” Cole suggests as second sons take flight.

“No, I suggested poisoning Daemon and he said he wants to die with the last shred of honor he has left.” The queen shook her head as they watched from Harrenhal’s battlements. “Besides, how would you do it?”

“A Myrish Crossbow.” The Dornish knight said showing him a rather expensive arbalest handsomely decorated with Larys Strong’s personal sigil, a bug in amber. “Lord Strong was given this by the Triarchy and now it is mine.”

“If we ever find him, I do hope you let me borrow it.” Aemma said taking out the Myrish spyglass she pilfered from Strong’s treasure trove.

Ser Osferth Whent would have enough riches to make everyone forget he was a hedge knight.

If Harrenhal survives the battle, that is.

She cannot see much, even with the glass, too high up and gives up because she knows her life will be over when Daemon plunges Dark Sister into Aemond’s eye.

But she can hear the roars, both men shouting and the dragons slamming into each other and biting whatever flesh they can get their teeth on.

And yet suddenly, both beasts and riders come tumbling down into the lake.

She hears Aemond’s screams as he falls to his death just as she had seen it every time she closed her eyes since that night when he told her he loved her.

Aemond thanks the gods he took the one lesson Daemon gave him to heart.

Had he been chained to the saddle as he usually was, he would be dead. Had Aemma not told him how the story ends, he would have not had a chance in the seven hells of making it out alive.

Daemon leapt off his saddle with Dark Sister in hand and walked towards him as if their dying mounts were not falling like stars from the heavens.

The one eyed king moves to block Daemon’s strike and prays to whatever god hears him not to make an orphan out of his son.

“I. Will. Kill. You.” The Rogue Prince’s eyes flash in anger, overconfidence and something else.

His words are garbled, his usually smooth movements replaced by savage and even clumsy.

“Not before I do.” Aemond taunts and uses Daemon’s sudden weakness as best as he can.

He has always loved the singing of Valyrian steel against Valyrian steel, plain steel was enough to get his blood running even as a boy, but Valyrian steel was music to his ears.

Unfortunately, Daemon had earned his reputation. The man was relentless even as it becomes evident he is having a stroke.

“For Luke.” The prince managed to say after disarming Aemond and getting him on his back. They were falling faster now; in the next heartbeat they will be food for the fishes below.

Aemond’s life flashes before his eyes as Daemon raised his sword one last time and bites his lip bloody to avoid screaming in terror like a child.

The sword never comes.

Instead, it falls out of its wielder’s hand as the Rogue Prince clutched his left side.

This had not been the work of man.

The Gods had condemned Daemon for his crimes and avenged all those who died by his hand.

And yet Aemond falls into the Gods’ Eye as his foot got caught in a loose chain.

“Aemma.” It is not the whisper like the singers will claim, it is the terrified screams of a boy only a few months away from his nine and tenth nameday.