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j-morgan-fly · 4 years ago

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Snow melts to water

“Ah, so it was the Bastard of Driftmark then?” said Petyr, eyes intent on the delicate wisps of silver blond atop her son’s head. She had refused to name the man that had gotten her with child, the lover she had taken while married to Tyrion.

She had not the courage in her heart or the strength of mind to give her body to Tyrion, a Lannister. She didn’t care anymore about much, especially not after the death of her mother and brother and there he was, on the docks, handsome and charming, gazing at the sea like it was a long lost lover and Sansa decided to seduce him, to throw caution to the wind, to forsake all honor and duty.

She wanted to pretend she was someone else, someone free and Aurane Waters gave that to her. He rocked into her body like waves rocking against a boat, he hands caressed her like the lapping of water on a soft, sandy shore. He took her maidenhead in a secret cove just below the Godswood, the tide washing away the blood and there had been sand sticking to her arse cheeks and thighs when it was over. It was odd and uncomfortable and it was completely her choice and she loved it. She also made sure it was not the last time.

Shae had helped find them places to meet. It was dangerous, more so for Aurane if they were caught as the Lannister’s still needed her, for it was through her womb they would have the North but Sansa would never let that happen. She would sooner jump from the window of her room if she was ever truly forced to carry a Lannister child. Yet he did not seem to mind, he never spoke of the risks, of any fear he had for his life by meeting with her, and Sansa never brought it up. She didn’t want to ruin what they had.

They made no declarations of love, no promises to one another, they simply enjoyed the pleasure of their unions. That did not mean that was all there was. They talked, sometimes before, sometimes after about the most inconsequential things. Aurane told her about sea life, Sansa described the North to him. They spoke of their childhoods briefly. They were so different, him being a bastard and her a highborn lady, so they never lingered on that subject long. Sometimes Aurane would let her braid his long, beautiful hair. He laughed when he told her that apparently queen Cersei thought he looked like Rhaegar Targaryen.

“She thinks I desire her,” he continued to chuckle then looked at her, green-blue eyes smoldering. “If I did, would that make you jealous?”

Sansa had thought on it, trying to ignore the tiny pang in her heart at the thought of Aurane touching queen Cersei, bringing him to their secret cove and making love to her on the beach as he did her.

“No,” she lied, bending over to pick up a seashell. He came up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, lips on the back of her neck, member against her rear.

“You won’t scare me away by admitting you would be jealous,” he told her, breath hot on the shell of her ear. “It won’t make me lose my interest in you,”

Sansa had moaned, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. He was one of the few men taller than her. “Why are you interested in me?”

She looked at him, eyes so very blue, as blue as the sunset sea her father once said. “Is it that I’m a married woman that entices you? That I was a maid when you first had me?”

“Perhaps it’s for same reason I am the one you chose. Out of the countless squires, the dishonorable knights, petty lords, you came to me. Asked me to play that funny little game with you, made that little story up about a scoundrel that stole away a beautiful lady and had his way with her on his ship to seduce me.” he kissed a line across her shoulder. “Of all the men who would love to have their way with you, you chose a bastard to come onto. I could have turned you in for attempt of adultery and asked to be legitimized, to be given a title and lands,”

“So could a highborn,” she hummed. “There is always something people want,”

“You didn’t really answer my question,” she smirked at him, eyes playful but not pushing.

“And what entices you about me?” he turned the question on her as he nibbled on the shell of her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine, to her toes that curled in the sand.

“I thought you looked as lonely as I felt when you stared at the sea. And then how handsome you were, how quietly charming” she sighed and then gasped a little when he started to hike up her skirt to get to her woman’s place. He liked to finger her until she was a quivering mess and her legs were too weak for her to stand on her own. “And I wanted to forget, to imagine I was a different person and it’s easier to do with you,”

“Because I’m a bastard?” he asked without bitterness or resentment, just continuing his journey up her leg.

“Yes,” she said. “Does that bother you?” “Not when it brought you to me,” it was perhaps the most romantic thing he had ever said to her.

All too soon it came to an end. Joffrey’s wedding day arrived and Sansa had near forgotten about Ser Donto’s gift, that she was supposed to wear it at the wedding, that he promised to take her away. Something told her not to wear it, that she had found some happiness at last but she could never have a life with Aurane and one day soon when she didn’t give the Lannister’s what they wanted it would be forced from her. Aurane wouldn’t be able to save her from that. No one would. Not if she stayed. She didn’t know what would happen or when but Ser Dontos had been specific in that she must wear the jewelry to the wedding. So she put the amethysts on.

Sansa would never have expected how things would unfold. The gurgling and wheezing sounds Joffrey made as he died, the blood pouring from his eyes and nose, the shade of purple his face turned as he swelled up. The hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her away. For a moment she hoped when she turned she would see Aurane, but of course it wasn’t him, he was far, far back in the garden with the lesser guests. No, it was Ser Donto’s.

Soon enough she learned the truth of the amethysts, the greed of Ser Donto’s, of the length of Petyr’s love for her mother as he took her away to the Eyrie. She realized soon after she was pregnant. Petyr had pressured her to take Moon Tea, and she had tried to hide the truth from her aunt. When she learned about Sansa’s condition she assumed it was Petyr’s, she had accused her once before and Sansa had lied that she was still a virgin, scared her aunt would send her away, ashamed of her dishonor. Then Lysa went mad, she tried to throw her out the moon door before Lord Baelish intervened. He pushed her aunt out the moon door instead, he blamed the bard and Sansa went on pretending to be Lord Baelish’s bastard daughter with a bastard of her own in her belly.

“Yes,” Sansa confirmed, not that there were many other men she could have been with that would have sired a babe with such Valyrian features.

“And the boy’s name?” He asked her. She could sense well-hidden irritation and anger with her for having seen her pregnancy through rather than ridding her belly of the child as he had advised her.

“Alyn,” she tells him, kissing the babes soft head.

#Something I started and never finished #wip #aurane water #sansa stark #rare pair #aurane x sansa #one shot #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

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ladyxredxwolf-a · 4 years ago

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@ourfuryroars based on x

Sansa was in a pit of despair, that she couldn’t shake. She’d spent all day smiling and pretending to be happy in the world she was in, but now that she was alone she was able to lay down and feel miserable. She struggled to sleep every night, she would sit at the window and look out at the city that she honestly despised. A few nights ago she began starting to hear a voice in her head, it wasn’t something that she really thought about, she just assumed that she was hearing voices because she wasn’t really sleeping well.

Tonight was like any other night since her father had been killed in front of her, she lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling. She held in a deep sigh that just wished to escape her lips, she tried so hard to keep her feelings in, but she wasn’t ever really able to when she was alone. She let out her deep sigh that she so desperately needed to. Getting up, she walked over to here the doll her father had gifted her before his death lay and sat down. “I wish you were here.” She said gently.

#sansa x Aurane #v: reality #ourfuryroars

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istumpysk · 2 years ago

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Cersei IX (Chapter 39)

Pycelle's mouth opened and closed. "Your Grace must know, I did all that could be done for the poor man [Gyles Rosby]."

"As you did for Joffrey? And his father, my own beloved husband? Robert was as strong as any man in the Seven Kingdoms, yet you lost him to a boar. Oh, and let us not forget Jon Arryn. No doubt you would have killed Ned Stark as well, if I had let you keep him longer. Tell me, maester, was it at the Citadel that you learned to wring your hands and make excuses?"

Her voice made the old man flinch. "No man could have done more, Your Grace. I . . . I have always given leal service."

"When you counseled King Aerys to open his gates as my father's host approached, was that your notion of leal service?"

The audacity of this woman.

I have to respect it.

+.+.+

"You have been much in Lady Margaery's company of late."

"Yes. Yes, I . . . Queen Margaery has been most distraught about Ser Loras. I provide Her Grace with sleeping draughts and . . . other sorts of potions."

[...]

"I know who she is. What I want to know is why she has need of you. Is my good-daughter unwell?"

"Unwell?" The old man plucked at the thing he called a beard, that patched growth of thin white hair sprouting from the loose pink wattles under his chin. "N-not unwell, Your Grace, not as such. My oaths forbid me to divulge . . ."

"Your oaths will be of small comfort in the black cells," she warned him. "I'll hear the truth, or you'll wear chains."

Pycelle collapsed to his knees. "I beg you . . . I was your lord father's man, and a friend to you in the matter of Lord Arryn. I could not survive the dungeons, not again . . ."

"Why does Margaery send for you?"

"She desires . . . she . . . she . . ."

"Say it!"

He cringed. "Moon tea," he whispered. "Moon tea, for . . ."

"I know what moon tea is for." There it is.

For . . . her cousin, Cersei.

If I had to guess who, I would say Megga Tyrell. Elinor is the oldest cousin, and loves to flirt, but she's betrothed to Alyn Ambrose. Alla is notably shy and innocent.

Megga couldn't sing, but she was mad to be kissed. - Sansa II, ASOS

"King Joffrey has such beautiful lips," Megga gushed, oblivious - Sansa II, ASOS

Others come to pay court to her cousins. Elinor is promised to the Ambrose boy, but loves to flirt, and Megga has a new suitor every fortnight. Once she kissed a potboy in the kitchen. I have heard talk of her marrying Lady Bulwer's brother, but if Megga were to choose for herself, she would sooner have Mark Mullendore, I am certain. - Cersei VI, AFFC

You might recall, Mark Mullendore participated in the wager for Lady Brienne's maidenhead.

"Damn them, then," said Margaery. "Damn them all to seven hells. Alla is gentle and shy, how can they do this to her? And Megga . . . she laughs as loud as a dockside whore, I know, but inside she's still just a little girl. - Cersei X, AFFC

And Megga . . . dot, dot, dot.

In ASOS we learned Megga is Sansa's age, and not yet flowered, but I assume that status has changed. She's a child, but George has young girls doing all sorts of salacious things once they've bloomed.

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"As to Lord Gyles, no doubt our Father Above will judge him justly. He left no children?"

"No children of his body, but there is a ward . . ."

". . . not of his blood." Cersei dismissed that annoyance with a flick of her hand. "Gyles knew of our dire need for gold. No doubt he told you of his wish to leave all his lands and wealth to Tommen." Rosby's gold would help refresh their coffers, and Rosby's lands and castle could be bestowed upon one of her own as a reward for leal service. Lord Waters, perhaps. Aurane had been hinting at his need for a seat; his lordship was only an empty honor without one. He had his eye on Dragonstone, Cersei knew, but there he aimed too high. Rosby would be more suitable to his birth and station.

"Lord Gyles loved His Grace with all his heart," Pycelle was saying, "but . . . his ward . . ."

Another mystery! Who is the Rosby ward?

He refused House Stokeworth hospitality.

"Uncomfortable," complained Falyse. "It rained most of the day. We thought to spend the night at Rosby, but that young ward of Lord Gyles refused us hospitality." - Cersei V, AFFC

He's ill-born.

She sniffed. "Mark my word, when Gyles dies that ill-born wretch will make off with his gold. He may even try and claim the lands and lordship, though by rights Rosby should come to us when Gyles passes. My lady mother was aunt to his second wife, third cousin to Gyles himself." - Cersei V, AFFC

He's not Gyles Rosby's blood.

"No children of his body, but there is a ward . . ."

". . . not of his blood." - Cersei IX, AFFC

Many have speculated it's Robb's former devoted squire, Olyvar Frey. Olyvar Frey is the brother of Roslin and Perwyn, The Good Freys.

Arguments supporting this:

Olyvar is related to Gyles Rosby through his mother, Bethany Rosby. Nobles are often fostered by the houses their mothers belonged to.

Olyvar was sent away on duty before the Red Wedding, in part because he remained extremely loyal to Robb. A Stark loyalist might not be too welcoming to a family that serves House Lannister.

"Ill-born wretch" doesn't necessary mean lowborn. It could mean Frey.

Counter-arguments:

Cersei states the ward isn't of Gyles Rosby's blood. (The ward might still have Rosby blood without being a direct descendent of Gyles Rosby. It's not clear.)

I have no opinion on this. If you have any thoughts or theories, I'd love to hear them.

+.+.+

Lady Merryweather closed the door behind him. "Moon tea," she said, as she turned back to the queen. "How foolish of her. Why would she do such a thing, take such a risk?"

She didn't, you fools.

+.+.+

"I'll do it," offered Osmund Kettleblack, with an easy grin. "Margaery's got a pretty little neck. A good sharp sword will go right through it."

"It would," said Taena, "but there is a Tyrell army at Storm's End and another at Maidenpool. They have sharp swords as well."

What do you mean another one at Maidenpool? That's Randyll Tarly's army!

Don't make this harder than it needs to be, George.

+.+.+

Kettleblack chewed on one end of his mustache. "We need to catch them during the deed."

"How? Qyburn has eyes on her day and night. Her serving men take my coin, but bring us only trifles. Yet no one has seen this lover. The ears outside her door hear singing, laughter, gossip, nothing of any use."

"Margaery is too shrewd to be caught so easily," said Lady Merryweather. "Her women are her castle walls. They sleep with her, dress her, pray with her, read with her, sew with her. When she is not hawking or riding she is playing come-into-my-castle with little Alysanne Bulwer. Whenever men are about, her septa will be with her, or her cousins."

What if - I know this sounds crazy, but hear me out - what if there's no lover, and that's why you have nothing despite all your efforts?

+.+.+

Lady Taena savored every bite. Not so Orton Merryweather, whose round face remained blotched and pale from broth to cheese. He drank heavily and kept stealing glances at the singer.

What is this about? Is he nervous because he knows what will happen to the singer?

Holy god, I'm as paranoid as Cersei.

+.+.+

"You have no other name?"

A hint of pink suffused his cheeks. "As a boy, I was called Wat. A fine name for a plowboy, less fitting for a singer."

Someone forgot to tell Whitesmile that.

Our aunt brought Whitesmile Wat from Lannisport, if you can believe it, so Ryman had to have a singer too. - Jaime V, AFFC

+.+.+

The Blue Bard's eyes were the same color as Robert's. For that alone, she hated him. "It is easy to see why you are Lady Margaery's favorite."

"Her Grace is kind. She says I give her pleasure."

"Oh, I'm certain of it. Might I see your lute?"

Lmao.

+.+.+

"Sweet and sad as love. Tell me, Wat . . . the first time you took Margaery to bed, was that before she wed my son, or after?"

For a moment he did not seem to understand. When he did, his eyes grew large. "Your Grace has been misinformed. I swear to you, I never—"

"Liar!" Cersei smashed the lute across the singer's face so hard the painted wood exploded into shards and splinters. "Lord Orton, summon my guards and take this creature to the dungeons."

We need visuals!

+.+.+

Even in the black cells, all they got from him were denials, prayers, and pleas for mercy. Before long, blood was streaming down his chin from all his broken teeth, and he wet his dark blue breeches three times over, yet still the man persisted in his lies. "Is it possible we have the wrong singer?" Cersei asked.

Noo, ya think?

+.+.+

Lord Qyburn ran a hand up the Blue Bard's chest. "Does she take your nipples in her mouth during your love play?" He took one between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted. "Some men enjoy that. Their nipples are as sensitive as a woman's." The razor flashed, the singer shrieked. On his chest a wet red eye wept blood. Cersei felt ill. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, to turn away, to make it stop. But she was the queen and this was treason. Lord Tywin would not have turned away.

At least she's not enjoying this?

Looking for some positives.

+.+.+

Cersei blamed Margaery Tyrell for this. If not for her, Wat might have lived a long and fruitful life, singing his little songs and bedding pig girls and crofter's daughters. Her scheming forced this on me. She has soiled me with her treachery.

+.+.+

By dawn the singer's high blue boots were full of blood, and he had told them how Margaery would fondle herself as she watched her cousins pleasuring him with their mouths. At other times he would sing for her whilst she sated her lusts with other lovers. "Who were they?" the queen demanded, and the wretched Wat named Ser Tallad the Tall, Lambert Turnberry, Jalabhar Xho, the Redwyne twins, Osney Kettleblack, Hugh Clifton, and the Knight of Flowers.

That displeased her. She dare not besmirch the name of the hero of Dragonstone. Besides, no one who knew Ser Loras would ever believe it. The Redwynes could not be a part of it either. Without the Arbor and its fleet, the realm could never hope to rid itself of this Euron Crow's Eye and his accursed ironmen.

[...]

"I might have . . . misremembered."

"Horas and Hobber had no part of this, did they?"

"No," he admitted. "Not them."

"As for Ser Loras, I am certain Margaery took pains to hide what she was doing from her brother."

"She did. I remember now. Once I had to hide under the bed when Ser Loras came to see her. He must never know, she said."

Yeah, this guy's story is totally going to hold up during a trial.

The plan is coming together perfectly.

+.+.+

Qyburn dropped the bloody razor into a pail of vinegar. "Margaery may wonder where her bard has gone."

"Singers come and go, they are infamous for it."

That depends, is George R. R. Martin writing the story?

+.+.+

"If it please you. That is all that I desire."

Liar. She knew what Taena desired. So be it. If the woman was besotted with her, that would help ensure that she and her husband remained loyal. In a world so full of treachery, that was worth a few kisses. She is no worse than most men. At least there is no danger of her ever getting me with child.

I have no doubt in my mind that Jaime will be the father of Cersei's next child, but that line set alarm bells ringing.

+.+.+

The two of them shared the bath together, with Cersei lying back in Taena's arms.

Who says George isn't a romantic?

+.+.+

"Tommen must be spared the worst of this," she told the Myrish woman. "Margaery still takes him to the sept every day, so they can ask the gods to heal her brother." Ser Loras still clung to life, annoyingly.

There's zero percent chance this won't turn into a big problem.

+.+.+

She even said a prayer before she crawled beneath her coverlet, beseeching the Mother for sweet dreams.

It proved a waste of breath; as ever, the gods were deaf. Cersei dreamt that she was down in the black cells once again, only this time it was her chained to the wall in place of the singer. She was naked, and blood dripped from the tips of her breasts where the Imp had torn off her nipples with his teeth. "Please," she begged, "please, not my children, do not harm my children." Tyrion only leered at her. He was naked too, covered with coarse hair that made him look more like a monkey than a man. "You shall see them crowned," he said, "and you shall see them die." Then he took her bleeding breast into his mouth and began to suck, and pain sawed through her like a hot knife.

In all fairness to Cersei, if I was having dreams like this, I'd be crazy too.

+.+.+

"The maegi." The words came tumbling out of her. She could still hear Melara Hetherspoon insisting that if they never spoke about the prophecies, they would not come true. She was not so silent in the well, though. She screamed and shouted. "Tyrion is the valonqar," she said. "Do you use that word in Myr? It's High Valyrian, it means little brother." She had asked Septa Saranella about the word, after Melara drowned.

Taena took her hand and stroked it. "This was a hateful woman, old and sick and ugly. You were young and beautiful, full of life and pride. She lived in Lannisport, you said, so she would have known of the dwarf and how he killed your lady mother. This creature dared not strike you, because of who you were, so she sought to wound you with her viper's tongue."

There it is. Kudos to @agentrouka-blog.

Cersei was young(er) and (more) beautiful.

+.+.+

"One son," said Lady Merryweather, "but you have another, sweet and strong, and no harm will ever come to him."

"Never, whilst I live."

That's the second time she's said something like this. Am I missing some sort of double meaning here?

As she watched the cats frolic about his feet, Cersei felt a little better. No harm will ever come to Tommen whilst I still live. - Cersei VIII, AFFC

+.+.+

The mother in her wanted only to protect him; the queen in her knew he must grow harder, or the Iron Throne was certain to devour him.

Wrong spikes.

+.+.+

She smoothed his hair back, the soft golden curls that reminded her so much of Joff. "Will you be spending the afternoon with your wife and her cousins?"

"Not today. She has to fast and purify herself, she said."

Fast and purify . . . oh, for Maiden's Day. It had been years since Cersei had been required to observe that particular holy day. Thrice wed, yet she still would have us believe she is a maid. Demure in white, the little queen would lead her hens to Baelor's Sept to light tall white candles at the Maiden's feet and hang parchment garlands about her holy neck. A few of her hens, at least. On Maiden's Day widows, mothers, and whores alike were barred from the septs, along with men, lest they profane the sacred songs of innocence. Only virgin maids could . . .

How has this never come up in a Sansa chapter?

+.+.+

"Shame?" Osney sounded baffled. "I told Osmund, Margaery just teases. She never lets me do any more than . . ."

"It is chivalrous of you to protect her," Cersei broke in, "but you are too good a knight to go on living with your crime. No, you must take yourself to the Great Sept of Baelor this very night and speak with the High Septon. When a man's sins are so black, only His High Holiness himself can save him from hell's torments. Tell him how you bedded Margaery and her cousins."

Osney blinked. "What, the cousins too?"

"Megga and Elinor," she decided, "never Alla." That little detail would make the whole story more plausible.

Brilliant. You're playing 4D chess now.

+.+.+

The queen was taken aback. The last thing she expected was piety from a Kettleblack. "Are you refusing to obey me?"

"No." Osney touched her golden hair. "The thing is, the best lies have some truth in 'em . . . to give 'em flavor, as it were. And you want me to go tell how I fucked a queen . . ."

[...]

"We waited long enough." He thrust his fingers inside the bodice of her gown and yanked, and the silk parted with a ripping sound so loud that Cersei was afraid that half of the Red Keep must have heard it. "Take off the rest before I tear that too," he said. "You can keep the crown on. I like you in the crown."

I doubt that's a coincidence.

<- Jaime VI, AFFC

On her head a circlet of hammered bronze sat askew, graven with runes and ringed with small black swords.

[...]

She gave a shake of her ample hips. "I'm the queen o' whores."

No, Jaime thought, my sweet sister holds that title too.

Final thoughts:

I'm convinced a dude with a guitar stole George's girl once.

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hollowwhisperings · 3 years ago

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ASOIAF character ages going into Winds of Winter (300AC).

KEY

• [X AC] = X years after Aegon I Targaryen's Crowning in Oldtown.

• [~X] = almost/roughly X years old.

• [X-Y] = age range of X to Y years old.

• [X~Y] = minimum age to maximum, given contextual evidence.

• [x*] = if x character is not dead

~ All ages are derived from birthdates on the ASOIAF wiki, as given in canon or as calculated by fans ~

OLD AS HECK

• Brynden "Bloodraven" Rivers (125)

• Lord Walder Frey (92)

• Lady-Dowager Olenna "Queen of Thorns" Redwyne (82)

ADULTS

• Ser Barristan Selmy (64-73)

• Ser Brynden "The Blackfish" Tully (~57)

• Lord Wyman Manderly (48-61 y/o)

• Lady Maege Mormont (41-61 y/o)

• Ser Jorah Mormont (~46)

• Prince Doran Martell & Captain Areo Hotar (~43)

• Ser Davos Seaworth (40-45)

• Ser Jon Connington & Lord Roose Bolton (~40)

• Lord Mace Tyrell (37~44)

• King Stannis I Baratheon (36)

• Lady Alerie Hightower (36~43)

• Lord Howland Reed (35-40)

• Ser Jaime Lannister & Queen Cersei I (34)

• First Ranger Benjen Stark & Aurane Waters (~33)

• King Euron "Crow's Eye" Greyjoy (32~43 y/o)

• Lord Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish (32)

• Victarion Greyjoy (31~43)

• Ser Sandor Clegane* (~30)

• Obara Sand (~29)

• Ser Harrold Hardyng (~29)

• Tyrion Lannister (27)

• Ser Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne (26-30)

• Lord Edmure Tully (26~33)

• Nymeria "Lady Nym" Sand & Lady Taena Merryweather (~26)

• Asha Greyjoy (~25)

• Ser Willas Tyrell (24~31)

YOUNG ADULTS

• Princess Arianne Martell (24)

• Tyene Sand & Ser Garlan Tyrell (23)

• Theon Greyjoy* (22)

• Mya Stone & Myranda Royce (~21)

• ~20 y/o: Brienne of Tarth, Wynafryd Manderly & Sarella "The Sphinx" Sand.

• Steward Satin of The Night's Watch (18-20)

HODOR

• Walder of Winterfell, 15~25.

TEENAGERS

• ~18 y/o: Aegon VI "Young Griff" Targaryen, Ramsay Snow, Lady Roslin Frey, Ser Loras Tyrell*, Lancel Lannister.

• Penny (17-19)

• ~17 y/o: Queen Margaery I, Queen Jeyne I*, Meera Reed, Lord Commander Jon Snow*, Novice Samwell "The Slayer" Tarly, Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, Irri.

• ~16 y/o: Jhiqui, Gendry Waters, Lady Alys Karstark.

• Wylla Manderly (14-16)

• Martyn Lannister (13-15)

CHILDREN

• ~14 y/o: Sansa "Alayne" Stark, Jeyne Poole*, Jojen Reed, Podrick Payne, Elia Sand.

• 13 y/o: Trystane Martell, Lord Ned Dayne*, Edric Storm, Devan Seaworth.

• ~12: Missandei of Naath & Obella Sand.

• 11 y/o: Arya "No-One" Stark, Beth Cassel*, Princess Shireen Baratheon.

• 10 y/o: Bran Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Elmar Frey, Princess Myrcella*.

• ~8 y/o: Lord Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, King Tommen I, Dorea Sand.

• 7 y/o: Loreza Sand.

TODDLERS&BABIES

• Rickon Stark* (5)

• ~2: Ghost, Nymeria, Summer & Shaggydog* (born in 298AC, AGOT).

• "Monster", Drogon, Viserion & Rhaegal (born 299AC).

• Prince Aemon Steelsong, son of Dalla (born 300AC).

UNKNOWN: Ellaria Sand, Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Orton Merryweather, Dolorous Edd, Queen Selyse Florent, Ser Ilyn Payne, Daario Naharis, Hizdahr zo Loraq, King Mance Rayder, Magnar Sigorn of Thenn, Tormund Giantsbane, Osha, Val.

*IF NOT DEAD

• Ashara Dayne, dead at 14~23 y/o in 283AC.

• Ashara Dayne, (~36): for rumours of Ned/Ashara to be at all plausible to me, Ashara must have been 16 years old at MINIMUM during the Tourney of Harrenhall (well within her approximated birthdates of 260-269AC).

#fandom resource #asoiaf #character ages #asoiaf timeline #valyrianscrolls #i started this on the back of an envelope #look how it's grown #meta commentary to follow #plz correct math #i have birthdates in a separate sticky note

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