#bran x myrcella

[uluthrek]

au in which robert, the starks and the lannisters play monopoly instead of going hunting and pushing each other‘s kids from towers.

tyrion implements a tax system to make things more interesting and fights cersei over the cat for a solid ten minutes.

around thirty minutes into the game, catelyn realizes that she has free will and stops paying taxes.

arya and sansa haggle over new york avenue, which ends up being bought by theon. this causes the two to completely cast aside their differences, ally and subsequently start doing everything in their power to make theon‘s life hell.

theon himself is quite severely stoned the entire time throughout.

ned enters horrendous debt pretty much immediately and, after two hours of being financially sucked dry by both cersei and his tax evader of a wife, decides to just place his figurine in jail and never leave.

jon, playing the dog, controls the railroads and makes jaime, playing the ship, go completely broke within minutes. being beaten by a bastard and officially the first to lose the game makes jaime so mad he spends the rest of the evening perched on the family‘s ancestral armchair eating flaming hot cheetos and stifling sobs.

cersei is holding onto her last two dollars and her one house in atlantic avenue like a maniac and evades taxes like it‘s an olympic sport. she claims ownership of kentucky avenue on the grounds that red is her house‘s color at least twice. after three hours, she‘s consumed enough vintage red to kill a large mammal and keeps quoting the art of war. fascinatingly enough, she never goes completely broke.

robert, just as broke and drunk as his wife but not nearly as ferocious, proposes marriage for tax advantages to bran, who is in possession of the boardwalk and lets him dangle on his proposition for two rounds before accepting and feeling like a benevolent god.

sansa sees this and immediately proposes to arya, who accepts, only for them to be sued by their mother for public indecency („you‘re siblings, jesus christ!“). arya argues that this is just a game and that one could argue that robert‘s and bran‘s marital alliance is just as if not even more inappropriate, considering that bran is seven and robert thirtyseven. sansa countersues her mother for tax evasion, who promises she‘ll drop her lawsuit if her daughters let her keep hoarding perverse amounts of wealth. „love wins!“ arya says, which causes jaime, still perched on the armchair but now eating old nan‘s home made whiskey truffles, to hysterically sob. cersei stares him down.

robb, in a rare moment of almost prophetic foresight, excuses himself one hour in and goes on a very, VERY long walk with grey wind.

tyrion, whose tax system has spectacularly backfired in his face, proposes marriage to catelyn, jon and cersei in rapid succession, who all turn him down. „i wish i was the monster you think i am. i wish i had enough poison for the whole pack of you. i would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it.“ he screams before he leaves the table.

at that, joffrey, who has refused to participate and instead sits on the couch playing doom on his nintendo ds, starts hysterically laughing. tyrion turns on his heel and awards his nephew with the bitchslap of the century. this causes cersei to completely abandon the game and chase after him with a broom. catelyn makes sure that everyone is distracted by the lannister antics and then reaches across the table and bags cersei‘s money and properties.

with a heavy heart, myrcella trades arya and sansa one of her limited edition bayala schleich unicorns for park place.

at this point, the game is between the tycoons that are catelyn and jon, the bran-robert alliance, the arya-sansa-alliance, and ned, who is still in jail and watching ice hockey on his phone under the table. that is when catelyn hears rickon gagging and discovers that he, in the absence of tyrion, the self declared bank manager, has managed to eat all bank notes from the box.

rickon gets his stomach pumped, cersei and tyrion have both been arrested, theon is still stoned, arya, sansa and myrcella have wandered off to go play schleich horses, and jon remains at the table, alone, content, and quietly considering himself the winner.

[dalekofchaos]

GRRM's original outline

Other what if scenarios that I ran out of space for. Add your own if it didn't make the cut

What if Lyanna lived and became Robert's Queen?

What if Myrcella was born first and was betrothed to Robb

What if Robb and Margaery are betrothed?

What if Rhaella survived childbirth with Daenerys?

What if Joanna Lannister didn't die in childbirth?

What if Arthur took Lyanna/Jon to Dragonstone and fled with Rhaella, Viserys and Dany and regrouped with Jon Connington?

Jamie took the throne for himself after killing Aerys?

What if Elia and her children escaped to Dorne?

What if Balon died instead of his sons?

What if Jon Arryn had a son and was raised with Ned and Robert?

What if Theon did what Asha recommended and kidnapped Bran and RIckon and burned Winterfell to the ground and this leads to Theon becoming the Iron Prince and a strong contender for the Kingsmoot.

What if Rhaegar and Robert died in the Trident and Ned became King?

What if Viserys met and married Arianne Martell?

What if Domeric Bolton lived and never met Ramsay?

What if Rhaenyra won The Dance Of The Dragons

What if Arya revealed herself to Roose Bolton

What if Rhaegar married Cersei instead of Elia?

What if Ned and his brothers talked sense into Robert and he swore off his ways to be good for Lyanna and Lyanna fought in the rebellion because Aerys kills her father and brother(because Southern Ambitions)

[themockingpoint]

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306AC- 4 Months into the Reign of Jacaerys I Targaryen

Jon looked into the small council chamber and sighed. So this was the price of kin slaying? Every time Jon closed his eyes, he could see Dany’s face on the dark side of his eyelids. The nightmares were worse than ever. Bran should have been King like Tyrion wanted. But after Arya had Grey Worm translate Daenerys’ speech to the lords and ladies of the lands unanimously, minus Yara Greyjoy, to pardon Jon. Since Jon was the only person alive who had any practice in being a King- a king of just two kingdoms and Sansa did most of the hard work- but here he was. King of the Seven Kingdoms. If only Lady Catelyn could see him now...

Jon sighed, and pushed his guilt aside. Daenerys wasn’t the one who destroyed King’s Landing. He did not know who that was in her body, but he knew that they had to be stopped. After all the good she had done for her to do something like that… It was a twist no one could have seen coming. He knew his father, not the man who slept with half a child and got thousands killed for his own ego, his true father Eddard Stark would have done what was right.

Once again he sighed to himself, maybe this was the perfect punishment. To sit on the throne the woman he loved should have been sitting on when she was not able to. Just as he was about to start spiraling into another depressive state the new Hand of the King walked in.

“Good Morning, Your Grace.” He said, looking happier than Jon had ever seen. Although to be fair he barely knew the man.

“Good Morning, Lord Royce.” Bronze Yohn Royce was a recommendation from Sansa. She was his first pick but when Sansa pointed out, rightfully so, that it would not sit well with a lot of the people around the kingdom for Jon to have his female twenty year old cousin as Hand of the King. She almost immediately recommended Lord Royce, as he was one of her closest allies in the Vale and their father never had a bad thing to say about him. He was not regretting his choice so far. “You seem to be in a good mood today.”

“I am! My daughter Ysilla just gave birth. A little girl named Lydiana Redford. Apparently she looks just like her mother.” He said beaming. The man’s joy was infectious.

“Congratulations My Lord. Your first grandchild?” Jon said, allowing himself to smile. Not as wide as Bronze Yohn, not even as wide as he might have before his resurrection but a smile nonetheless. When the man nodded Jon continued, “If you would like I give you my leave to travel to the Vale after this meeting.”

“Your Grace!” He said, surprised. “I am honored, and I thank you, however I do not think it is the best idea so soon.”

“Nonsense.” Jon said, waving him off. “It is alright. We can last a few moons without you.”

“But your own reign has barely made it past a few moons.” Royce said.

“He’s right.” His new Master of Coin waddled in. If being King was Jon’s nightmare and a fitting punishment than the horror of having to fix the 13.8 million that the crown owed to various fractions would be the same to Tyrion Lannister. “You don’t even have a full Small Council yet. Already starting to send them away would look very bad.”

“We have a full Small Council.” Jon argued, technically not lying.

“Even counting Lord Manderly…” Tyrion began.

“Lord Waters will be taking over as soon as his wife recovers from the… He’ll be here to replace Lord Wyman soon enough.” Jon argued. The northern lord agreed to take the role of Master of Ships as a favor for Jon until a full-time replacement could be found. After everything that happened between the War of the Five Kings, War for the Dawn, and War of the Mad Queens the old man just wanted to go home so he could train his granddaughter how to run White Harbor.

“Even counting Lord Manderly… You still have all of the Master of Laws, Grand Maester and both Lord Commander positions to fill. Not to mention all of the smaller positions that keep the kingdom running that most people don’t think about.” Tyrion stressed. “You are going to be alone soon enough. I’ve heard from Lord Davos that Storm’s End is almost ready for Lord Gendry to go too and the Princess Lannister is set to go back to Winterfell within a Fortnight.”

“I told you that joke was not funny and not to repeat it.” Sansa snapped as she rolled Bran, the new Master of Whisperers into the room. One of the only benefits of the Tower of the Hand being destroyed by Drogon was that Bran could arrive with no issue and no need for anyone to carry him. Jon could not lie and say he was disappointed at the fact that he would not be able to work in the same place his father worked before his death.

“Good morning, Your Grace.” Lord Manderly said as he followed his sibling-cousins into the room nodding at Jon before giving Tyrion the stink eye. “Although it may not be since I believe kin slaying would put a damper on things. Even if the kin in question was no longer Princess Sansa’s kin. Not technically.”

“OK, OK.” Tyrion said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I can see with this group being so close to the Starks that that joke is not going to get me nowhere. Speaking of this group being very close to the Starks…”

“Where is Maester Samwell and Lord Baratheon?” Jon said, cutting him off. He knew where that line of thought was going, and he wanted none of it. Tyrion was too smart to make that joke in this room for him to not use it as an opening.

“Gendry was responding to some mail.” Sansa said. “He was able to track a few of Robert’s other bastards who survived Joffrey’s purge and he has been in contact. God knows that Robert had enough- it would have been hard enough to get to them all. Even with an army.”

“His lessons are going well then?” Jon asked. Gendry was by no means lacking intelligence, but he was unlearned in many subjects such as reading. Sam had been aiding him in his education that he would need to utilize as a lord paramount. “Also, I hope he isn’t expecting me to just legitimize any and every one of Robert’s bastards, we have enough problems including a potential secession crisis in Dorne. We do not need one in the Stormlands as well.”

“I do not know if he plans to do so.” Sansa said, shrugging. She held an air of nonchalance, but he could tell she was hiding something. Even if he hadn’t been able to recognize the look on his sister-cousin’s face, he recognized it from Catelyn Tully’s face. He had to deal with it every time he was in the same room as her and his father.

“Alright. I know Gendry and I trust Gendry. Without his skill in forging the Dragon Glass weapons we may not be here right now.” Jon said, “But I would need to meet the other children. Please do not allow me to forget to bring this up to him.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Lord Royce said, nodding.

“Before we begin and I forget, Lord Royce would you mind writing to your cousin and requesting Lady Myranda for one of my ladies in waiting. My time with her in the Vale we became very close.” Sansa said, not so subtly kicking Tyrion under the table. They exchanged looks and Jon had to stop himself from rolling his eyes from how two of the best players of the "game of thrones" could be so obvious in what they wanted to convey.

“Y—Yes My lady. I shall do it after this meeting.” Bronze Yohn was saying just as Sam burst through the door. The chain's rattling reminded Jon of Maester Luwin and Jon’s Uncle Aemon, whom Jon wanted to take his new official name from but just could not. He’d not sully his name after kin slaying and oath breaking.

“We’re here!” Sam said, slightly yelling out of breath as he jogged into the council chamber. “We… are… here….”

“Thank you, Maester. Now we can finally begin.” Bronze Yohn said, passive aggressively. “We have a few important topics to speak about.”

“The first should be a matter of Kingsguard.” Sansa said, so quick Bronze Yohn might as well have been still speaking. As the Hand started to look through his papers she added, “That should be the number one priority. It is amazing that we have let this go for so long.”

“Out of all the things we should have to deal with that really should not be a priority.” Jon said. “Half of King's Landing is destroyed, the Riverlands is decimated and Dorne is on the brink of civil war and that is just the beginning.”

“Are you telling me that the man who was stabbed to death by his own men doesn’t see the importance in having protection?” Sansa sneered trying not to roll her eyes.

“She does have a point, Your Grace.” Bronze Yohn said clicking his tongue. “Not to mention that a proper Kingsguard will add legitimacy to your rule. Although to be honest at this point there are not many names I can think of that both have the skill and the desire to join such a brotherhood.”

“Yes, you cannot just have Podrick being your only source of protection. No offense Pod!” Tyrion said quickly tacking on the last part.

“None taken My Lord.” The recently knighted man said.

“I was speaking with Maester Glesson.” Sam began, talking about one of the many maesters who flooded the capital when everything was said and done. There were almost as many Maesters in King’s Landing as there were in Oldtown at the moment. “When Sandor Clegane fought his brother many of the current kingsguard were cut down. However we do have two Kingsguard who survived their injuries. Another was escorting the other nobles from the palace and was injured in the falling rubble.”

“Are any of them willing to rejoin.” Jon asked. It seemed like he was getting a Kingsguard whether he liked it or not. It might as well be people he approved of.

“Ser Balon Swann.” Tyrion said, showing that he knew more than he was letting on once again. He noted both Lord Royce and Sansa noticed the same thing.

“Yes.” Sam replied. “He got hit in the arm but is expected to make a recovery within the fortnight. He said he does not wish to be presumptuous, but he is willing to come back so long as he isn’t asked to be Lord Commander.”

“Well that is a little presumptuous.” Tyrion said, “But highly astute. I would have recommended him. He was the only person who refused to speak against me at my trial.”

“He did seem different from the other White Cloaks from my time here.” Sansa said, and Jon’s face darkened at her words. He knew the extent of what happened with Ramsey, and to an extent what happened with Cersei and Joffrey, but it was only after moving to King's Landing did she tell him the full story of the Kingsguard. “He… I don’t think he’s a bad idea.”

“What about the other two?”

“Andrey Serry. Good brother to the man you just appointed Lord Paramount of the Reach.” Samwell said, “And Roland Waters, bastard from House Rosby.”

“Any of them can stay on as Kingsguard or they take the Black.” Jon said. Tyrion convinced him that taking the Black should still be an option. The Night's Watch may not have their original purpose anymore but it would prevent bloodshed to give criminals (and political opponents) an option other than death. “That still leaves a few spots open to fill and no one we can trust yet.

“Your Grace?” Gendry started rather timidly for him. He still hadn’t become accustomed to being part of a group whose decisions affected the realm as a whole despite being legitimized months ago. “When I was little, when King Robert needed to find a member he usually held a tourney.”

“There’s no way we can even think about holding a tourney now!” Jon said, trying not to sound indignant.

“Maybe not at the moment.” Lord Manderly said, “But the idea is not without its merit. While winter is dying down it isn’t completely done. So having one of them right now is out of the question. Maybe in a year’s time?”

“You expect for the city to be redone in a year?” Jon asked, looking out the room's window.

“No but we do not have to host it here.” Sansa said, in a tone that let Jon know she was leading somewhere. “We can have it at Dragonstone.”

“Dragonstone?”

“You forget Brother, you are the last Targaryen. Dragonstone is yours by right.” Sansa said, nodding. “Dragonstone is big enough and it most certainly has done so in the past.”

“In addition, we don’t have to offer such a…. steep reward.” Tyrion said. “Robert was always very generous with his offerings. With us in as much debt as we are it does not seem wise to offer that much.”

Bronze Yohn scoffed, “They will do it for the honor of being a member of the Kingsguard.”

“That seems fair.” Jon said. “I also want archers as part of the guard. We learned from our time at the Night’s Watch that just being good at swordplay is hindering in the long run.”

“That doesn’t solve our problem today.” Sansa said. “We can’t just let you go around without protection.”

“Send out the word. We are looking for knights. They don’t have to swear in the same oaths, but they’ll be needed for the next year.” Jon said, gaining various disapproving looks in return.

“You’ll be attracting many Hedge Knights, Your Grace.” Yohn said, “Not exactly the best at the moment.”

“It is fine.” Jon said, remembering the days before he went to join the Watch. He thought himself a conquering hero and determined to show that his birth did not affect his worth. Maybe he will get a few noble knights in this first group. “Duncan the Tall was also a hedge knight yet one of the greatest knights in the history of the Seven Kingdoms. So long as they’re willing to rise to the occasion.”

“Your Grace, I would also recommend another name.” Tyrion said. “There is a boy, well not a boy but a knight, Edric Storm. He is the son of King Robert?”

“And you think he is a good idea?” Gendry asked incredulously. Jon wasn’t sure whether it was due to him not thinking it to be a good idea or because he did not want to lose another family member. “With our fathers’ history?”

“He is the son of two nobles one of which was the king whom he is almost a spitting image of.” Tyrion countered. “There are many that say Storm’s End and even the Iron Throne, what’s left of it anyway, should belong to him. This gets a political obstacle out of the way for both King Jacaerys and Lord Gendry. With a prestigious position to boot.”

“Your Grace…” Gendry began before being cut off by Tyrion.

“The King has already said he doesn’t plan on legitimizing any of your siblings.” Tyrion said, causing Gendry to give an indignant huff before Jon clarified.

“I don’t plan on legitimizing all of your siblings. We do not need a succession crisis in the Stormlands as well. But yes I do not plan on legitimizing any of your siblings currently. It will only cause problems."

"However," Sansa began. "There were 18 great houses wiped out in the last few years. A few more in the male line but that is 18 keeps that need people in charge of them. We can start a cadet branch with some of them if necessary."

“Now onto the next subject, we have too much to talk about.”

All of his advisors looked around at everyone else to bring something up. “That’s it? Why did we bother even having a meeting!”

“They didn’t want to put too much on the docket due to the Dornish ambassador coming” Bran said, in his new normal deadpanned tone. “But they expected you to fight having guardsmen much harder.”

When the rest of the council had somewhat guilty looks on their faces, he knew that Bran told the truth. He didn’t want to say it, but he did appreciate the fact that Bran was much more straightforward than he used to be. It was better than most others he dealt with in King’s Landing. Even Sansa had begun to sew and weave her words when they were around other people instead of being blunt like they were in private.

Jon sighed, “When does Lord Dayne get here?”

“Lord Dayne?” Sansa asked in a tight voice. Jon looked at his sister curiously to see that she was blushing like when they were children. Jon knew that they met during the Battle of the Dawn but he was surprised that the Dornish Knight would have left such an impression on Sansa.

“In two hours,” Bran said, causing their sister to let out an almost inaudible squeak. “Maybe two and a half. This will allow us to help catch him up on things this evening”

“Good, this realm has seen enough war. If Lord Dayne can help us peacefully then we need to work with him however possible. If no one else has anything…” Jon began almost breaking the meeting before he heard two fake coughs. He looked at the open door and realized that the sell sword that was always following Tyrion around was the one coughing.

“Ah, yes. Speaking of all of those holdings that need new lords...” Tyrion began and for the first time since Jon knew him, the Lannister looked bashful. “Highgarden…”

“Yes, we found the closest Tyrell relative, Lord Theodore. They should be taking over any day.” Bronze Yohn said, eyeing the mercenary distainfully.

“Bullocks.” Tyrion said as Bronn glared at him. “There is a… personal matter I would like to speak to you about, Your Grace.”

“The Dwarf promised me a castle. Highgarden, actually.” Bronn said, curtly.

“Well I’m not going to give it to someone else while they still have heirs.” Jon snapped, although he did appreciate the bluntness.

“Well I am still owed a castle.” Bronn said, although he did have the grace to glare at Tyrion instead of Jon.

“In due time friend.” Tyrion said, holding up his hand.

“I’m sick of you Lannister’s jerking me off!” Bronn snapped.

“If I may…” Lord Manderly started, “Princess Sansa you have been looking for someone to take over the Dreadfort?”

“Yes, between the War of the Five Kings and Dawn we have had six great families wiped out in the North alone. The Bolton’s of the Dreadfort, the Umber’s of Last Hearth, the Mormont’s of Bear Island, the Fisher’s of Stoney Shore, the Hornwood’s of Hornwood and the Flint’s of the Fingers, all these bannerman and their keeps need these positions to be filled. The houses that did survive are in no position to help and start cadet branches. I can used someone I can depend on.” Sansa said, with a wry grin she added. "Any of them that tickles your fancy you can have."

“You’d be a fool to trust me.” Bronn scoffed.

“I never said someone I trust. Someone I can depend on to get the job done however, is exactly what I need.” Sansa said, calmly “You seemed to be kept on Lord Tyrion’s retainer pretty well.”

“And you expect me to freeze my bullocks off in that frozen wasteland you call home?” Bronn said, incredulously

“Beggars cannot be choosers my friend.” Tyrion said, “You have been offered six different keeps and you are turning them down.”

“I was promised Highgarden!” He snapped.

“Well I can’t give it to you! I do not know what else…” Tyrion started

“There is another choice.” Bran said, in the mystical cryptic tone he normally used. “Give him Casterly Rock.”

Tyrion choked on air. “My family seat?”

“It’s not as if you will be using it while you are working on the Small Council.” Bran said, “And it is not as if you have any family to run it in your stead.”

“Brandon!” Sansa snapped.

“What?” Bran deadpanned and Jon was horrified to see that his younger brother-cousin did not realize what he said was wrong. “He knew what would happen as soon as he fired that bolt.”

“Much of the conflict that has happened over the past two decades have been due to the schemes of House Lannister. Both Tywin and Cersei. Mayhaps it is best we let the name die out. Both the Frey and Bolton names have been wiped out. I see it fitting that the same happens to the last name that helped break guests right at the Red Wedding shares their fate.” Lord Manderly shrugged, but no one forgot that he too lost a son due to the betrayals of those houses.

“Just so we’re clear, you’d be raising me to Paramount of the Westerlands?” Bronn asked, eyebrow cocked with an amused smirk.

“I doubt it.” Bronze Yohn scoffed. “You? You are a sell sword. You don’t even have a family name.”

“You bet your bottom and tit I do!” Bronn said, causing Yohn to scowl at the man. “House… House Blackwater! House Blackwater of Casterly Rock.”

“Lord Tyrion?” Jon asked, and he could see that his friend’s face had darkened. This was his birthright. Something that had been denied to him by his father for a long time. It was something that he could empathize with.

Tyrion sighed before saying, “My family has brought nothing but rot to the seven kingdoms this last decade.” He pinched his nose before continuing. “However, the Westerlands, my family’s own bannermen, will never follow you. Unless…”

“Unless what.” Bronn snapped.

“My cousin Joy.” Tyrion said. “The bastard daughter of my Uncle Gerion. My only family left. Still unmarried. About the same age as your youngest sister, Your Grace. If we can arrange a betrothal between her and Ser Bronn.”

“Probably a legitimization as well.” Sansa added, “Although not completely necessary.”

“And you will probably need to fill one of the empty Council spots with a Westerlenian.” Tyrion said, “I recommend Ser Addam Marbrand, my brother trusted him. He would make a good Master at Laws.”

“You are alright with this My Lord?” Jon said, ��Tis your birthright.”

“Well it is like Prince Brandon and Wyman said, Your Grace. My family wrecked this country. Joy and I are the last of the Lannisters. As long as he agrees to the betrothal then maybe… if our name could fade out peacefully…”

Jon sighed with a headache. It was not even midday and he already had a headache. “Very well, Ser Bronn of House… Blackwater” Jon said pausing at the ridiculous house name. The man was going to be Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, and he was naming himself after something in the Crownlands. Whatever... “I name you Lord of Casterly Rock. However, I am not naming you Lord Paramount. We shall have another Westerlands house take that role. It will be decided at a later date. Warden of the West, that shall go to the Lord Tyrell of the Reach, With Warden of the South going to whoever holds the Dornish seat.”

“Good enough for me.” Bronn said with a side smirk. He left the council room whistling the tune to the Dornishman’s wife.

“Please tell me that was not a mistake.” Jon said, looking at Tyrion.

“He knows those mines are mostly dry. Can’t be a worse choice than my sister.” The Master of Coin said, shrugging. “At least the heirs of the Casterly Rock will have Lannister blood in their veins. Speaking of heirs…” he finished leading.

“Meeting adjourned.” Jon said, trying not to grind his teeth. “I shall see you all on the docks in two hours.”

“Gendry!” Sansa said, in a predetermined signal. The former blacksmith stood in front of the door, his bulk completely blocking the door for Jon to leave. “We need to speak of this Jon! It has been over four moons! Honestly I am surprised that there haven’t been more lords already throwing their daughters at you!”

“Sansa…”

“The Princess is correct, Your Grace.” Lord Royce said. “You must have an heir to stabilize your reign.”

There was a pregnant pause before Jon turned to her sister-cousin. “Who do you recommend?” At her faux confused look he added, “Don’t start, you always look at your feet before you lie. I know you have a list.”

“While my unmarried daughters are too young, one of my cousins, Myranda, is unattached, Your Grace.” Lord Royce said, “She is only a few years older than you.”

Myranda… Myranda… where did he hear that name before Myranda. My.. Randa, Randa… “Is she the one that…” Jon asked trailing off looking at Sansa to check on her story from the Vale. Her solemn expression breaking into a grimace told it all.

“He was… very old, Your Grace.” Yohn said, regretfully.

“If I may, Your Grace?” Lord Manderly added, “I have two granddaughters.”

“Wylla and Wynafryd If I am not mistaken?” Jon said. Honestly, he would take the first woman offered to him. Dany was barely dead and in the ground. He did not feel like courting, nor did he care who he ended up with.

“Yes, although currently I am training Wynafryd to be my heir.” Wyman said happy with himself to show that he was training and making a woman his heir as if Dorne and the Mormont’s had not been doing the same for centuries.

“I do not think that is a good idea, Your Grace.” Tyrion said, holding up his hand to the other two men at the perceived insult. “You are already connected to House Stark through your Cousins, who in turn are connected to the Vale and Riverlands through their mother’s kin. We need to think in terms of strengthening your ties to other regions.”

“I would not cut out all Northerners, Lord Tyrion.” Sansa said. “There is still Lady Meera Reed. Our family owes her quite a debt. Making her queen seems just enough to repay that debt.”

The entire council looked at her. She was speaking quite strangely and not at all how she usually speaks. “In fact, I do not think there is anyone else out there who is worthy of her. Only a king is good enough for our banner…”

“Enough!” Bran snapped, more emotion in his voice than Jon had heard in nearly a decade. It seems the Three-eyed Raven could still get jealous. “We decided no citizens of the Northerners, Vale or Riverlanders. Move along.”

The eyebrows of the council shot up in surprise but a look from Jon prevented anyone from saying something. Sansa met his eyes though- she had been more and more worried about her little brother and came to Jon frequently about it. Jon could not even be annoyed that she used the Small Council meeting for her little experiment seeing how it worked.

“Who else is on that list Sansa?” Jon asked, trying to change the subject so that Bran would stop fuming.

“Well if we are keeping in mind that we need to do this for an Alliance then not as many. Because we also want to pair you with someone we can trust, not someone who will slit your throat as soon as get a child on them. May the gods forbid another Cersei Lannister on as the Queen.”

“Here, here!” Tyrion said, holding up his goblet as if his actions were not the ones that directly led to her sitting on the throne.

“So really there are only three names that we should consider.” Sansa said, “Someone from Dorne or the Reach. Dorne is likely to still be angry about the actions of your parents so maybe a Dornish wife may relive tensions with that region. Jynessa Blackmont and Allyria Dayne from Dorne. Lady Jynessa is going to be with the Dornish ambassador’s party and Lady Allyria is…”

“Not an opinion.” Bran said, causing Sansa to look at him strangly.

“Lady Jynessa was in the Dornish Party when Prince Oberyn came for Joffery’s wedding. She seemed kind enough when I met her, but we should be wary.” Sansa said, rolling with Bran’s statements. He does not speak very often anymore so when he does they all make sure to listen. “Now for the Reach really the only choice is Desmera Redwyne.”

“I uh also Your Grace.” Sam stuttered, “My sister Talla is also of marriageable age.”

Jon looked at his best friend in anguish. It was clear he truly did not want to offer her name but was doing so because he felt honor bound to do so. Honestly, Jon could not blame him. The last two women he loved were brutally stabbed in the heart.

“You are already on the Council, Sam.” Jon said. “It would not be a good idea to marry her lest I get accused of putting friends in powerful positions.”

Everyone knew that was a weak argument, it was almost expected to put those closest to you in powerful positions, but no one contradicted him.

“There is always the new Lord of the Reach, Theodore’s daughter… Elia?” Tyrion said, “They could be a great al…”

“Elinor?” Sansa said, a mix of incredulous and furious. “Absolutely not!”

“You know her?” Jon asked. After Daenerys, Jon was not going to ignore his sister-cousin’s judgment. Not again. Especially after his interact with this specific Tyrell the night before.

“Yes.” Sansa replied curtly. Everyone looked at her expectantly, but she did not elaborate.

“Mayhaps we shouldn’t jump…”

“I will NOT have her as part of my family.” She snapped to Jon’s surprise. While she was not emotionless like Bran, she did hide her emotions much more. Outbursts like this one she hadn’t shown in years.

“Your Grace.” Bronze Yohn started and just by his look Jon could tell he would not like what was about to be said. But interestingly enough it was Gendry that he was looking at apprehensively. “There is another Young Lady in the Vale… I believe the Princess Sansa was made her acquaintance while she was in the Vale…”

“Please just say what you wish to say Lord Royce.” Jon said, he was only in the Capital a few moons and already he was sick of the word games.

“She is the bastard daughter of Robert Baratheon.” Royce said finally. “It may be a way to put to bed any lingering doubts about you sitting on the throne. With both regimes united and on the Throne.”

“She… is a good person.” Sansa said, but the look on Gendry’s face he was not sure what he should do.

“No.” Bran said, before looked confused. “There is someone at the door.”

Gendry narrowed his eyebrows and opened the door to find a woman in dark red. “Hello my king. I am…”

“A red priestess.” Jon completed.

“Yes, Your Grace.” The woman said with a slight bow. “I heard what you were speaking of. My order has done more research into… the events surrounding your death.”

“You mean his death and resurrection?” Tyrion asked.

“Yes.” The Priestess confirmed. “Thoros of our order was the first to preform… such a ceremony. We are still unsure of the long term effects.”

“Is there a point, My Lady?”

“You need an heir.” The priestess said. “Unfortunately from what we have discovered, you will be unable to.”

There was pause as his council started murmuring. Jon not being able to have children was bad omen. The realm had just come off a war due to a succession crisis, and now their elected king could not have children? This would cause a lot of turmoil. Although it did help explain how Daenerys never got pregnant despite their coupling.

“I sense a ‘However’ coming.” Sansa said, grounding the conversation.

“We have found that those who have also undergone the same procedure, are more susceptible to receive the gift of life.” The Priestess said.

“As far as I am aware, there are no other Westerosi has undergone this procedure.” Tyrion said, “We do need them to be Wester…osi.”

His new master of coin trailed off as two more women in Red Robes walked into the room. The younger blonde looked surprisingly skittish, as Tyrion and Sansa looked at her in shock. “Myrcella?” Tyrion whispered in horrified shock.

Jon and Sansa exchanged a look as the room broke up Myrcella causing the unofficial ending of the meeting. She grabbed the back of his hand and said, “Don’t worry Jon. You only have this job forever.”

“Arya is a bad influence on you.” Jon grumbled. “I don’t think I like it…”

Sansa laughed as she led Bran from the room. “It’s only for forever…”

[nedseii]

If you're in the mood to draw another stark x lannister ship. Bran x Myrcella is a cute romeo and juliet type ship. Thanks for all the art you draw.

I guess they're hiding from each other behind their moms idoezhdoe

[fanfictiongirlie]

A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter Seven

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 2,683

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

(Maybe the chapter you've all been waiting for)

A few days later, it was the morning of your wedding, you were dressed in your perfect wedding dress, it may have been your favourite dress you had ever worn. You had it made custom, it was blue, the same blue of Robb's eyes. You had wanted it to match them as they were your favourite thing about him, and you often found yourself losing yourself within them. 

Your hair was done so perfectly, your handmaidens had weaved flowers from Kingslanding through the plaits. Sansa helped of course. And finally when you were perfect, Lady Stark walked you to the godswoods where Lord Stark would officiate you and Robb's wedding. 

Robb was already waiting in the godswoods for you. He felt a sudden feeling of tenseness go through him when he saw you arrive, a mix of anticipation and nervousness ran through him. And a sudden fluttering of a strangely pleasant feeling in his chest happened. He thought you looked beautiful, he thought he'd never seen you look more beautiful. The colour of your dress was perfect, the way your hair was done was perfect, you were just...perfect. He stared at you for a moment, not really able to look away as you took your place next to him. 

"Who comes before the gods today?" Lord Stark says in a steady and calm voice as he stood in front of Robb and you. Robb answered, saying both your name and his own. 

"Who gives this girl to be married?" Lord Stark asks. You frown slightly, it was supposed to be your father giving you away, but of course your family couldn't be here, and Robb wouldn't of gotten married away from him gods. Luckily Lord Stark had let Bran step in, he offered, jumping up and down a few days prior asking if he could give you away. 

Lord Stark recited the remaining of the vows, asking both you and Robb if you would take one another through marriage, of course you and Robb both say yes, your heart fluttered as you did, you thought this would be the worst day of your life, you had been thinking that since the day you met Robb Stark at age ten, but here you were, the happiest you had ever felt. And once those vows were done, you and Robb turned to one another and we pressed lips. You could feel him smiling against your lips, which ultimately made you smile against his. 

After the celebrations had started, the Starks had arranged a huge feast, Robb walked you into the hall, he couldn't stop sneaking glances at you, the hall was full of all the Lords of the North. He walked you both to the head table, seeing you by his side at the table, everyone knowing you were his...It gave him a strange feeling in his chest, a rush of possessiveness over you and a faint, pleasant fluttering in his chest. Every time he thought about the fact that you were married to him now, that you were now his wife, that familiar feeling in his chest would come back, and he had to fight to suppress a small smile forming on his face. 

"Husband" You say softly a few hours into the celebrations. Robb's heart skipped a beat when he heard you say that word, that pleasant fluttering feeling went through him again. Husband. That's what he was now, your husband. 

"Wife" He whispered back, a slightly happy smile pulling at his lips as he reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers gently grasping yours. 

"I hate that we have to suffer through these celebrations when all I truly want, it for my husband to bed me" You whisper quietly. You watch the full house, you barely knew anyone, infact, you knew the Starks and that was it. All the Lords had introduced themselves, but honestly, you couldn't even remember one name, your mind only on the celebrations between you and Robb when you were alone. 

The words, and the tone in your voice as you spoke, sent a rush of heat going through him, and he had to resist the urge to let out a slight moan at the way you spoke to him and the way you were looking at him. He leaned down to murmur quietly in your ear, his breath slightly hot against your skin as he spoke, his tone low and soft so only you could hear as he whispered in your ear in response. 

"Trust me, I feel the same way princess"

"I'd love to dance, if you'd like too?" You ask, feeling bored of sitting at the table. You had a plan in your mind, dance with your husband, and then be bedded by your husband. 

"Of course, princess. It would be my honor" He smiled, standing up, he bowed slightly to you, and offered his hand out. You take his hand and he leads you over to the dance area. He pulled you close, his hands rested on your hips as he began to lead you through a dance. 

"So...did you like your surprise" You ask, looking down slightly at your blue dress. 

"I loved it, princess, it was beautiful. You're beautiful" He whispers.

"Such sweet words from the boy who used to hate me" You giggled as you twirled you and then brought you back against his chest. 

"Yes, well, I don't hate you anymore princess, I couldn't if I tried" He whispered, his face against the side of your face. 

"I think I feel the same" You admit. He pulled you a little closer as you danced, almost against his will, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as he gazed down at you. 

"I don't think I can wait...I...take me to your room?" You whisper, looking up at him. Robb's breath hitched at your words. The need and desire you heard in your voice, the way he could hear in your words that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you...That pleased him more than he could express, and it only fueled the possessive feeling that went through him as you spoke. 

"Of course princess"

He murmured as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip as he led you out of the hall and up to his room. There would be no bedding ceremony, thankfully, Robb had argued against that, he didn't have to argue much since his father had done the exact same. You snuck out from the celebrations and walked through the halls quickly.

Finally you reached his room, he opened the door and pulled you inside, he shut the door behind you and went to press his lips to yours. 

"Will it hurt?" You ask quietly. 

"A little, but I'll be gentle princess" He says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

"I trust you" You whisper as you start undoing the ribbons of your dress. He stepped back slightly to watch you, you pull the strings at the back of your dress loose. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke in a soft, quiet tone as he watched you. 

"Gods, you in that dress is a beautiful sight princess, so perfect" 

"I'd hoped you like it" You whispered. Robb let out a soft low sound of agreement as he nodded, watching you intently as you undid the last of the lacy ribbons of the dress. 

"I love it, princess. You look incredible, even more beautiful than usual, and that's saying something" He whispered. 

You blushed furiously, you pushed the dress from your shoulders and let it pool down at your feet, leaving you completely naked in front of him. 

He stared at you, unable to look away, drinking in the sight of you like this...completely bare and vulnerable in front of him. He felt a sudden sense of possessiveness rise up in him again as he looked at you, and it only increased the fluttering feeling in his chest, only increased the strong, powerful need and want that coursed through him so strongly. 

"Gods, you're...perfect. So, so perfect" He whispered, stepping closer to him. You grinned feeling your cheeks redden, you stepped away from him and crawled onto his bed, lying in the middle. 

"Undress husband" You smirk over to him. He paused for a moment at your words, the tone in your voice making that possessive feeling go through him again at just how demanding you were being, at how bossy you were being with him... His lips curled up in a smirk and he started to undo the fastenings of his shirt, undressing like you had asked. 

"Slowly, let me enjoy this" You whisper. 

"Whatever you want, princess" He mumbles as he slowly takes his clothes off, letting them fall to the floor. Once he was naked, you let out a gasp, he was big...strong...so muscular. 

"Is it to your liking, princess?" He asks with a smirk. He already knew your answer from the tone of your voice, the way you were looking at him. 

"You're beautiful" You whisper. He moved forward climbing onto the bed and crawling towards you. 

"You're one to talk, princess"

"Please, touch me, husband?" You smirked. 

"Of course, princess, I'm at your service" He mumbles as he came to kneel between your legs, his eyes moving over you, taking in the sight of you in his bed, like this. He moved down to kiss your hips, his lips dragging across your skin. He left little kisses along your hips, travelling from one side to the other. He moved lower and lower until he flatten his tongue down on your pussy. 

"Oh!" You squeal loudly "Robb! Please" 

His tongue swiped through your folds, lapping up the wetness of your core. He started to move his tongue up and down in slow gentle motions, taking his time with you like this, tasting you, he groaned against you. You moaned loudly, your hands flew down to weave through his hair, holding him down there as he lapped up your wetness. He groaned quietly, his hands moved under you, holding your thighs apart from beneath you, holding you wide open as he dipped his tongue deeper inside of you. The faster his tongue went, the louder you got until you were finishing hard over his face. 

After he had made you finish a few times on his fingers and tongue, it was time for the main event, he crawled back up to you, and pressed his glistering lips to yours. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue in, you pressed your tongue against his, moaning loudly as he grinded against your wet core. 

"Take me...make me completely yours" You whisper pleadingly. 

A low, near animalistic noise came from his throat at your words. 

"As you wish princess" He mumbled, his voice deep and low as one of his hands went to your thigh and lifted it, pulling it up to rest against his hip as his other hand went to rest on your hip, his body pressed against yours, holding you in place on the bed, completely trapped underneath his body on the bed below him. Finally he entered your tight hole, slowly, you winced in pain, and gripped his shoulders hard.

Robb ached as he knew he was hurting you, he had a brief fleeting thought of pulling out, of sparing you the pain he was causing you. But the possessive feeling in his chest was stronger, he pushed himself further into you. 

"Robb, kiss me through the pain...Please?" You whimpered, he moved down, pressing his lips to yours as he pushed himself fully into you. He stopped moving and waited, whilst his lips moved against yours. His lips slowly parted from yours, his hand moved to cup his face, and slowly moved down to cradle the side of your neck. His eyes met yours, his chest was rising and falling with his breathing as was yours. 

"It hurts" You gasp. 

"I know darling, I'm sorry" He said, he then lowered down to your neck and began to drop gentle kisses over your skin, his lips gently pecking over the skin of your neck.

"It's not supposed to hurt every time, I read it...in a book" You gasp, trying to distract yourself. Robb let out a low amused sound, of course you'd think of your books in a moment like this. 

"It'll get better princess, I'm sorry" He mumbled against your neck. 

"I wish...ugh...I wish it was your first time too" You whined as you clenched around his cock within you. He moved his mouth back up, shifting slightly so his lips would come near your ear as he murmured quietly into it, his hot breath against your skin as he spoke...

"I wish it was too, darling" 

"You can...uhh move..please...husband" You whimpered, there was still a pang of pain, but it was slowly becoming pleasure. Robb let out a long breath, hearing your words sent a fire through his veins. He began to move inside of you, trying to take it slowly at first, but the way your tight pussy was gripping around him, made him feel crazy. 

You moaned loudly, your legs were up against his hips, whilst your hands held onto his shoulders tightly. You nails left little crescent shapes in his skin. He groaned as you held onto him, his hands gripped your hips firmly, his breath was ragged as he moved his hips away from you and then back down onto you. 

"Gods, oh! Robb! I...I...lov" You moaned loudly. He groaned against the skin of your neck as he heard you moan his name, as he heard you try to speak, trying to speak the words through your moans and gasps, and he almost knew what you were going to say. He tried to control himself, and he tried to steady his words, as he moved his mouth back to your ear. 

"Darling...say it..."

"I...I love you" You gasp loudly as you moan loudly and throw your head back. You felt yourself clench around his cock, feeling the wave of pleasure surge through your body as you come hard around him, screaming his name. 

Robb let out a low, almost involuntary moan as you said the words, a wave of heat and pleasure going through his whole body as he heard you speak. The words he'd been wanting to hear for so long, the words that would have made him nearly cry in relief when he'd heard them. He let out an almost shaky moan against your skin in responde, his hands clenched at your side as he fucked into you harder, until he was spilling deep within you. 

"I love you too my darling" He cries loudly as he presses his cock inside of you, his seed warming your insides. 

"Wow" You mutter. You were both breathing heavily, both trying to catch your breath. He gently removed himself from you and rolled off lying on his back next to you, he wrapped an arm over your waist, pulling you close to him so you were lying on his chest as you both tried catching your breath. 

"Wow is right" He mutters. 

"I could get used to that" You whisper, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. Robb let's out an amused laugh, smiling slightly. 

"I can too" He says quietly as his moves his hand down to your back, tracing the length of your spine. You shifted slightly on the bed and looked down at the sheets in between your legs, seeing a small patch of blood. 

"Well everyone will be happy with that" You say smiling, the handmaid's would be checking to see if you had consummated the married, you both knew that. 

"I suppose so" He murmured as he pulled you closer to him, happy with the fact that you were now, completely his. 

"Can we sleep now?" You ask lazily. 

"Of course darling" Robb responded, he pulled the sheets over your body holding you close as you both fall asleep. 

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@quinquinquincy @whatelsecouldgowrong @rheanyraaaa

[janiedean]

@gift-to-literature replied to your post “I believe Jaime is a good person, but why do you...”:

the treasonous incest and the 3 bastards put in line for the throne are the prime cause for the vast majority of the destruction that occurs in the series.

​uuuhm... okay that's not exactly how I'd put it because like

with the premise imvho jaime has been an abuse victim/was manipulated by c./has issues for his entire life and that colors everything he's done/did up until asos and that's all I had to say on the question so it colors my view obviously

idt that those kids' existence is the cause for the vast majority of anything like not counting that if they didn't decide to overthrow robert and joffrey was raised decently no one would have cared at all about them and they'd have gotten on with their lives joffrey would have gotten the throne and nothing would have happened

tommen and myrcella's existence matters absolutely 0 in that matter because if joffrey hadn't existed and those two's personalities had stayed the same no one would have thought poisoning them was for the good of the realm

I highly doubt that jaime was thinking about possible consequences when those kids were conceived and again he had zero presence or responsibility in their raising so it's not on him also considering he did want to have a rship with them and it got shut down every fucking moment

I mean the vast majority of the destruction in these books is caused by the tywin/aerys generation having created a clusterfuck, rhaegar behaving like an idiot, robert not having realized he should have left ruling to someone capable, cersei being unable to play her cards smart and littlefinger not getting over being friendzoned plus both robert and cersei being shit parents to joffrey, not on jaime who at most didn't do anything because the one time he did the right thing after being traumatized for two years at 15-17 he ended up not giving a shit about whatever and ended up being - sorry for the crudeness - basically being cers's sperm bank so she could have children who looked like her that she'd see as her own property except for the first while his father manipulated him into ruining his brother's life XD like there's a lot of stuff that man needs to own up to/atone to starting with pushing bran out of the window but if he blamed himself for an entire war that he had no part in starting and for which he was barely present just because he had kids he barely even talked to and zero responsibility any person who ended up fathering/mothering someone who eventually turned out being a pos should feel responsible for whatever they did and like.... the war happened bc people plotted for robert to be taken out and no one would have figured out about joffrey if they hadn't done it and ned hadn't looked it into it and because joffrey was a little shit and decided to kill ned for fun, everything else is contingent XD

and I mean idk but following this reasoning then jaehaerys is at fault for his own house's downfall centuries later because he bought out the conclave to have them agree to targ incests being accepted and while we can argue forever about the actual thing, legitness and whatnot idt that it'd be fair to put it like that X°D

[crimsoncold]

A list of Fanart by @crimsoncold

Organized by Fandom, includes links to posted art work (in white) and a list of ongoing series (in green), in progress works (in blue), and soon to be posted pieces (in red)

(All artwork will be tagged and made searchable with #Crimson Cold)

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

Jon Snow x Sansa Stark (Jonsa):

Family Portrait in the godswood of Winterfell

A Shared Dream of Family (day time version)

A Shared Dream of Family (night time version)

Wedding in the Godswood (winter version)

Wedding in the Godswood (spring version)

A Bedding at Winterfell

Future in Winterfell (A Jonsa Collection)

Jonsa Beyond the Wall (A Wildling AU)

Escape to the Free Cities/Essos AU

The QITN and her Lord Commander

Devotion Beyond Death (whitewalker/warg au)

Jon meets Alayne (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Jonsa Regency AU

Jonsa Period Drama Portraits

Jonsa Modern Hockey AU

Jonsa Post-Apocalyptic AU

Jonsa Modern AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Aemond Targaryen x Sansa Stark (Aemondsa):

The Lady Wolf and her Dragon Knight

Alayne Stone and her Dragon Knight

ASOIAF/GOT Second Generation: (HIATUS)

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark,

Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark,

[House Stark]

Willas Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell, Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell, [House Tyrell]

Arianne Martell, Myrcella Baratheon

Myranda Royce, Mya Stone

ASOIAF First Generation: (HIATUS)

Brandon Stark, Eddard Stark,

Lyanna Stark, Benjen Stark,

[House Stark]

Catelyn Tully, Elia Martell

Arthur Dayne, Ashara Dayne,

Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister

Robert Baratheon, Rhaegar Targaryen

ASOIAF 1st Gen Masterpost

ASOIAF Stark Family Portraits

Ned and Catelyn, Robb and Jon,

Sansa and Arya, Bran and Rickon

Miscellaneous asoiaf/got:

Alayne Stone Sansa Stark, QITN

Jon Snow Sketch Sansa Stark Sketch

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Hermione Granger (Harmony):

Family Picnic (TO BE POSTED)

Dancing in the common room (IN PROGRESS)

Sirius Black x Hermione Granger:

Family Outing to Diagon Alley (TO BE POSTED)

Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Ackerman (EruRi):

Expedition beyond Wall Rose

The Witcher/Wiedźmin

Geralt of Rivia portrait (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Fae Jaskier | Dandelion (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Star Wars

Padmé Amidala x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obidala):

Clone Wars AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Tatooine AU (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous:

Queen Amidala (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous Fanart

Charles and Anna Cornick (from the Alpha & Omega series by Patricia Briggs)

Kate Daniels (from the Kate Daniels Series by Ilona Andrews)

Check below for a bit about me as an artist and what my posting is going to look like...

Sudden Inspiration and a backlog of art...

For several years I was without the energy or drive to engage in the hobbies I loved so much growing up.

In 2020 (facing a sudden surplus of both free time and solitude) I started to encourage myself to take time for things that had no other purpose than making myself happy. Slowly I once again started to create art that was for my own enjoyment and done at my own pace.

A huge inspiration became the various fandoms I was a part of and by 2021 the ideas I had for various fanart pieces soon became nearly overwhelming- after a multi year drought I was finally excited to make art again!

It would however take me a while to find the courage to share my work anywhere - like many artists I sometimes struggled to see the worth in my own work and soon the absolute plague of AI generated images and AI content scraping was making me dread the idea of sharing anything publically. But with positive encouragement from friends (and holding to the firm belief that any art work/song/story/or creative piece made with the passionate effort of an inspired individual will hold vastly more worth and outdo any AI generated thing in terms of quality, impact, and longevity) I finally decided to just enjoy fully engaging in fandom and posting my fanart for anyone to enjoy.

So right now I have a 2-3 year backlog of fanart I've been working on but never posted anywhere so I'm making a master list up above that will have links to each individual piece organized according to Fandom, Concept/Series, and Pairing.

Also included in the list are completed but not yet posted pieces and in progress pieces that I will post at a later date (hopefully this will encourage me to complete and to post my 50+ backlog of art pieces steadily over time while I focus on making new fanart).

- Crimson Cold

[ao3feed-tywin]

Gendry's Son | Male Reader X Harem

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgpi4zK

by Hollunk

After a 30 year reign, Y/n Baratheon has fallen on the field of battle. Facing the final Blackfyre Rebellion. Taking the final Blackfyre down with him. But he refuses to give in to death, and is reborn in the body of the supposed second son of Robert Baratheon, Orys Baratheon.

Words: 3623, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Arianne Martell, Elia Sand, Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Myrcella Baratheon, Original Female Character(s), Reader, Ashara Dayne, Jeyne Westerling Stark, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Brandon Stark, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Arya Stark, Benjen Stark, Jon Arryn, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Bronn (A Song of Ice and Fire), Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Thoros of Myr (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Sansa Stark/Original Male Character(s), Arianne Martell/Original Male Character(s), Elia Sand/Original Male Character(s), Daenerys Targaryen/Original Male Character(s), Margaery Tyrell/Original Male Character(s), Myrcella Baratheon/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Ashara Dayne/Original Male Character(s), Jeyne Westerling/Original Male Character(s), Catelyn Tully Stark/Original Male Character(s), Cersei Lannister/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Aunt/Nephew Incest, Sibling Incest, Shameless Smut, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Man, Westeros (A Song of Ice and Fire), Essos (A Song of Ice and Fire), Greyjoy Rebellion | Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion Against the Iron Throne, Parent/Child Incest

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgpi4zK

[thaliajoy-blog]

My Asoiaf Tarot Plan !

Major Arcana

0 - The Fool : Jon Snow

I - The Magician : Bran/Bloodraven

II - The High Priestess : Melisandre

III + IV - Empress & Emperor : Daenerys ×2

V : The Hierophant : Ned Stark

VI : The Lovers : Jon & Dany (?)

VII - the Chariot : Arianne Martell

VIII - Strength : Brienne of Tarth

IX - The Hermit : Stannis Baratheon

X - Wheel of Fortune : Tyrion Lannister

XI - Justice : Jaime Lannister

XII - Hanged man : Theon Greyjoy

XIII - Death : The Others

XIV - Temperance : Ellaria Sand

XV - The Devil : Euron Greyjoy

XVI - The Tower : Rhaegar Targaryen/Elia Martell/Lyanna Stark

XVII - The Star : Jon Connington

XVIII - The Moon : Arya Stark

XIX - The Sun : Sansa Stark

XX - Judgement : Oberyn Martell

XXI - World : Carved table of Dragonstone + Littlefinger & Varys OR woman representing Westeros

Minor Arcana

1) Suit of Cups (House Stark) - also Suit of Fangs

Ace of Cups : Catelyn Tully Stark

Queen of Cups : Jeyne Westerling

King of Cups : Robb Stark

Page of Cups : Rickon Stark

Knight of Cups : Wyman Manderly & granddaughters

2) Suit of Pentacles (House Baratheon) - or Suit of Antlers

Ace of Pentacles : Gendry Waters

Queen of Pentacles : Selyse Florent

King of Pentacles : Robert Baratheon

Page of Pentacles : Shireen Baratheon

Knight of Pentacles : Davos Seaworth

3) Suit of Wands (House Tyrell) - also Suit of Thorns

Ace of Wands : Olenna Redwyne Tyrell

Queen of Wands : Margaery Tyrell

King of Wands : Renly Baratheon

Page of Wands : Megga, Alla & Elinor Tyrell

Knight of Wands : Loras Tyrell

4) Suit of Swords (House Lannister) - also Suit of Claws

Ace of Swords : Tywin Lannister

Queen of Swords : Cersei Lannister

King of Swords : Joffrey Baratheon

Page of Swords : Tommen & Myrcella Baratheon

Knight of Swords : Gregor & Sandor Clegane

Additional suits !

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Ice & Fire ༄ Pt. 3

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Bran Stark x Targaryen oc fanfic

Chapter 3 ⋇ King’s Landing ⋇

Tsireya’s POV

Where am I? As I’m looking around, I am surrounded by fire! I look up and see…a dragon! Tsireya… it said…you must be a dragon…the dragon opens its mouth, releasing fire at me. I shut my eyes and get a sudden chill. I open them, now I’m caught up in an ice blizzard. I look up again. A humongous ice creature…it looks like an ice dragon! It’s ten times bigger than the dragon I saw earlier!

When I finally opened my eyes, everything was a blur. I hear people around me gasp.

“Oh thank the gods!”

“They’re okay!”

“I thought they were gone!”

I was finally able to focus and my vision cleared. Lord Stark places his hand on my cheek, “It’s okay, little one. You’re okay.” I look over to my left and see Bran also awake as Summer licked his face. He looked like he just woke up as well. Lady Stark began to tear up, “I’m so happy you two are okay!”

“Bran?” I call out to him.

“Tsireya, I’m so glad you’re okay.” He said.

“Bran,” Lord Stark said. “What happened?”

“I…I don’t remember,” he said. “I just remember falling but I don’t know how it happened.”

“Can you move at all?” Maester Luwin asks us.

We both move our arms and legs.

“Yeah, we can move fine.”

“Thank the gods you both aren’t injured.”

I look over at Bran again, “I caught you…I knew I wasn’t strong enough but…I couldn’t risk just watching you fall.”

“Thanks Tsireya.” Bran says grinning weakly.

“Good thing she caught you and broke your fall,” Robb told Bran.

“Yeah, who knows what would have happened,” Arya said. “And don’t get me started on the assassin that tried to kill you two-.”

“ARYA!” Everyone else screamed.

“Alright, these two need rest,” Maester Luwin said. “Let’s clear the room for a bit.”

Everyone leaves the room, it’s just me and Bran. We both look at each other.

“I’m glad you were there,” he said. “You saved me from possible death.”

“I’d never let you fall without me to catch you.” I tell him.

“Neither would I.” He said. He reached his hand out from his bed and held mine.

“I…I had a strange dream,” he said. “But it felt so real…I was falling but it felt like I was falling forever. I saw a crow and it started telling me to fly!”

I continued to listen as he explained his dream to me.

After another day of resting, we continue on with the plan of going with Lord Stark to King’s Landing. Robb, Lady Stark, and Rickon were going to stay behind. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, they always said. As I was packing, Maester Luwin knocks at my door. I let him in and I notice the treasure chest in his hand. “What is that?” I ask him. “I’m not sure, but I advise you to open it when you are completely alone.” I nod taking the chest from him. I place it in my bag and continue to finish packing.

Arya and I go to visit Jon, he plans to go become a man of the Night’s Watch. We definitely didn’t want to see him go. We give him the biggest hug and he gives us gifts. He gave Arya a slim sword and me a pretty bracelet. We then go to the rest of the Starks staying behind and say our goodbyes.

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In the middle of our journey to the King’s Landing, we set camp. Once it was morning, the King, again, requests to go on a hunt with Lord Stark. As Sansa and I were eating, the Septa explained how there were still wild aurochs around. Sansa fed her direwolf, Lady, some of her breakfast. The Septa, as usual, disapproved of it and told her it wasn’t “ladylike.”

“Where is Arya?” The Septa asked. Sansa and I both responded that we didn’t know.

The Septa told us we had to look our absolute best today. Especially because we were going to ride with Queen Cersei and Princess Myrcella in the royal wheel house. Sansa of course was already dressed her best, with her hair beautifully done and a blue dress on.

I, also extremely nervous, wanted to look my best so I was also prepared. I decided to wear a long sleeved gold dress with some hints of red on my sleeves and collar. My wavy, loose curls was brushed to look more straight and was put in a half up half down hairstyle.

“We look beautiful,” Sansa said. “Joffrey is going to love my outfit. I also hope the queen likes it. Maybe Prince Tommen will want to marry you! We will both we Princesses!”

That had me thinking, am I not a princess anymore?

“I bet Arya isn’t even ready yet,” Sansa says.

“We should go get her.”

We pardon ourselves and leave to get her. Arya was with Nymeria, her pup, still dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday and the day before. She was covered in mud making herself look worse. We tried to tell her to come get ready, but she refused saying she was going to be with Mycah, the butcher’s son. Annoyed, Sansa storms off to go back to the inn and I go to find Bran.

I wonder off and find him sitting by a tree. “Hey,” I told him. He greeted me back, “You…look nice.”

“Thanks,” I slightly blush. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was thinking about climbing the tree but then I decided not too…because of- well you know..”

“Oh…yeah.”

“But I really like climbing it’s just the thought of me falling again scares me.”

“Hmm, do you want to go by the lake? I think that’s wear Arya was going!”

“Sure!”

We follow beside the river trail for a while until we found Arya with Mycah. We decided to take our shoes off and put our feet in the water. I see a pretty, small green frog. “Look, frogs!” I said happily. I roll up my sleeves and pick them up, letting them walk all over my hand.

Bran chuckled, “You really love animals don’t you?”

“Of course!” I answered. “Such beautiful creatures..”

We look back and see the other two sparring sticks as if they were swords. I lower my hand down for the frogs to jump off but the light green one decided to stay.

“Arya? Tsireya?” We all hear a voice say. “You two aren’t supposed to be here!”

Bran and I quickly get up and put our shoes back on. “Oh no, Sansa I’m sorry I forgot!” I told her.

“Go away!” Arya yelled.

“Your sister?” The boy with Sansa asked her, it was Joffrey. Sansa looked down in embarrassment and nodded.

I carry the frog with my two hands as Bran and I walk next to Arya and Mycah.

Joffrey’s eyes meet mine and I freeze. “You…must be the “winter dragon,” He said in a mocking tone. “You should go back to whatever island you came from, you don’t belong here!” No one has ever said that to me before…I didn’t know what to say.

I think what hurt the most was that Sansa just stood there beside him, letting him talk to me that way.

“Hey!” Bran says.

“Yeah, leave her alone!” Arya joined in. “We were all having fun until you guys showed up.”

Then Joffrey turned to Mycah saying, “And you…that’s my betrothed’s sister you were fighting..”

“Stop we were just playing,” Arya explained.

“Arya, stay out of this!” Sansa said.

“Well do you think you have what it takes to be a knight?” Joffrey asked the boy, drawing his sword. “Fight me with your sword.”

“She asked me to my Lord,” he said.

“It’s just a stick!” I yelled.

“Shut it!” Joffrey commanded. He had the sword against Mycah’s cheek.

The rest of us gasp. He cuts deeper and deeper into his skin. We start to see blood. I didn’t know what to do. But I was so angry. Then suddenly the frog leaped from my hand onto Joffrey’s head.

“AHHH!” Joffrey shrieked like a girl. We gasp again in shock. Arya screams as she jumps in and hits his back with the stick. We tell Mycah to leave so he goes. The frog then leaps back to me on my shoulder. We all watch as Joffrey and Arya swing at each other, telling them to stop. Arya loses her stick and begins to dodge his strikes until she falls to the ground.

“I’LL GUT YOU, YOU LITTLE CUNT!” Joffrey threatens her with his sword pointed at her.

Nymeria swiftly comes in, biting the arm Joffrey had his sword in. Joffrey drops to the ground screaming. We got Nymeria off of him. Arya snatched the sword from him and pointed it at him.

“Please, don’t…” Joffrey pleaded, obviously trying to look like the victim.

Arya threw the sword into the river and ran off with Nymeria as Sansa tried to help the Prince.

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We look everywhere for Arya, but we just can’t find her! Lord Stark sends out a whole search party. By night, they finally found her. Turns out the King and Queen had their men look for her and took her to their tent.

Bran, Lord Stark, and I head back to the tent.

“Why wasn’t she brought to me at once?” He asked. I never seen him so angry before. “Are you hurt?” He asked Arya.

“No…” Poor Arya was shaking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That girl of yours,” the Queen said. “She attacked my son. So did the other boy with her. Those other two watched and laughed.”

“No!” The three of us said.

“He said insults to Tsireya!”

“I-It’s true they attacked me and she threw my sword in the river!” Joffrey whimpered.

“Liar!”

“S-Shut up!”

“SILENCE!” The King yelled. “Children fight, it happens.” He sighed, obviously annoyed.

Sansa gets called up by the Queen and asks her what happened.

“I don’t know…” Sansa lied. “Everything happened so fast…I didn’t see-.”

“LIAR LIAR LIAR!” Arya screams, pulling at Sansa’s hair.

The Queen stills wants revenge for her son, so she wants Nymeria dead. When looking for Arya, no one found the wolf. Summer also ran off to go hunt, something that he started doing. “They have another one,” the Queen said. We all look at Sansa. Sansa looks back at us and then to her father, “she doesn’t mean Lady does she..? No, she wouldn’t BITE anyone she’s GOOD! My good girl!” She teared up.

“Lady is innocent!” Bran said.

But we didn’t have a choice. Lord Stark volunteered to do the job. We went back to our inn, trying to calm Sansa. This was the worst day ever…

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As we expected, poor Mycah was killed. I cried as Arya and Bran held me. Why did his death affect me so much? I really don’t know him…I just feel for him, he deserved to live his life! And I can’t forget about poor Lady. We finally made it to King’s Landing and rested. The next morning, we ate breakfast. Arya started playing with her food, stabbing at it with her knife.

“What are you doing?” Sansa asked.

“Practicing..”

For what?”

“The Prince..”

The rest of us gasped.

“ARYA!” The Septa yelled.

“My friend is dead because of her! And she didn’t stick up for Tsireya!”

I stayed quiet. I was still so upset by the whole thing. I brought the frog back with us to the inn, I think it wanted to come with me. I started to pet him with my finger at the table. “Tsireya,” the Septa said. “Having creatures on the table and petting them are not ladylike!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, picking it up and place it on my lap.

After breakfast, we all go to a tourney. I couldn’t focus on it though, no matter how much I tried. Bran and I decided to hang out more. He noticed that I looked down.

“Rytsa, skoros vestas iksis daor drēje. Gaomā sytilībagon. (Hey, what he said isn’t true. You do belong).” Bran told me as we walked through the halls of the castle. I thank Bran, giving him a hug.

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One day, as Bran and I were walking, Arya ran quickly to us.

“Guys!” She yelled. We ask her what’s going on.

“I…I heard two men talking. I don’t really know what about but I heard something about ‘savages’? Something isn’t right!”

We then find out that Lord Stark is injured! “We must leave,” he told us. “This isn’t a safe place for anyone..”

“Are you dying because of your leg?” Arya asked. He replied no. “We can’t leave! My dancing lessons-.”

“No one cares about your stupid lessons,” Sansa said. “I’m supposed to stay with the Prince! I love him, I want to be his queen and have his babies!”

“7 hells…” Arya said.

“I want babies with beautiful blonde hair!!” Sansa said.

Lord Stark’s face looked different, as if he had an idea, “all of you, pack your things. One of my men have a carriage for us.”

We all go to our rooms and pack our belongings. As much as I didn’t feel very safe, I liked the weather and climate of King’s Landing. I meet up with Bran and we look for the other girls.

“Where are they?” He asks.

“I don’t know…” I respond. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

As we are wondering the halls, Lannister soldiers spot us, “Hey, you two come with us!” They yelled.

“dakogon!”

We start running as fast as we could. We tried looking for Lord Stark, but we couldn’t find him! They must have captured everyone else! We freak out and run into a random room.

The room looked like it was for a princess. We go to the back of the room.

“What do we do?” I ask Bran.

“I don’t know…” he replied.

We tried looking for a way to escape. We pushed something that looked like a secret door. It opened!

“Whoa…”

It was a tunnel passageway!

“Emi naejot jikagon!” Bran said, taking my hand. I take a deep breath, “okay…let’s do it!” We run through the passageway to the back of the castle. It led to the outside with a lot of stairs. We run all the way down and pass through flea bottom. Luckily, the guards lost us. We see a carriage with a man who was in Stark armory. We tell him that the others were taken already and we needed to go. So we left…

We moved as fast as we could to Winterfell. Once we made it, we were greeted by Ser Rodrick, “Oh gods!” He said, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around us. “Let’s get you two inside!”

Robb, Maester Luwin, Ser Rodrick, Theon, and Lady Stark surrounded us asking tons of questions. Bran and I couldn’t help but just cry. Everything happened so fast.

“We tried to find them!” Bran explained. “We really did…”

Lady Stark sent everyone else out of the room. “I know sweet heart…I believe you…”

She tried to keep a brave face on, but I could tell she was terrified.

I just hope the others are okay…

Before we knew it, she left Winterfell to investigate.

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Given Bran doesn't interact with many girls his age I like crackshipping him with characters.

Bran/Shireen would be cute, Bran/Myrcella being romeo/juliet in an AU where bran goes to KL, Bran/Lyanna Mormont seems the most likely to interact given the mormonts will likely flee bear island for winterfell when the others come.

Bran with one of the younger sand snakes like obella would be cute also bran and gwyneth yronwood would be sweet.

Bran's crack ships are so valid! He deserves all the love, my sweet boy ❤️

Bran X Myrcella is my favourite because of the Romeo X Juliet vibes with the rivalry of Starks and Lannisters. Also it could work as the Henry VII x Elizabeth of York at the end of the War of Roses.

Bran X Shireen because both are cuties and they would love reading stories to each other.

Bran x Lyanna Mormont with the girl being so loyal to House Stark she will appreciate Bran as the heir of his House. Plus, she has also served as the head of the family while her mother and sisters where away. So, they have that in common.

Bran x Obella or any other of the younger sand snakes would be cute, too. Dorne and North are so different so they could learn so many things from each other.

Bran x Gwyneth could work better than her and Quentin because at least Bran is around her age.

Also, Bran x Tommen has the same potential with Bran x Myrcella. Tommen is also a sweetheart. And Summer could befriend Ser Pounce.

( tagging my friend @docpiplup who also appreciates Bran's ships)

[welldonebeca]

The King's Wives (1)

Summary: After the fall of Robert’s rebellion, Rhaegar’s surviving son would be raised in secret as a bastard for the first fourteen years of his life. Six years after finding out the truth, Sansa travels down south to join him and complete his group of seven wives - representing each Region of his Kingdom. Slowly, they become a very happy family. A.K.A.: Jon may get seven wives, but Sansa gets six sisters. Main Pairing: Jonsa Minor Pairings: Jon x Arianne Martell, Jon x Margaery Tyrell, Jon x Mya Stone, Jon x Alys Arryn (OC), Jon x Asha Greyjoy (platonic), Jon x Myrcella Baratheon (Platonic) WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Canon divergence.

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Sansa was twelve when she knew her life was going to be different from what she first expected.

Before she was born, when her father was young, he had a friend. Lord Robert.

He had warred against the crown and the mad king - the father of King Rhaegar - and lost, after the woman he loved was taken as the Prince's second wife.

Her aunt Lyanna, so young, had caused war all by herself.

It should have been seen as a story of forbidden love, but it wasn't.

Many people died, her father's friend, his mentor - Lord Jon Arryn, father of her cousin, Robert Arryn - and even her aunt Lyanna herself. Prince Vyserys and Princess Daenerys, still children - she was barely yet a toddler.

Queen Elia's children had been killed too. One of them was just a baby, a newborn boy.

All that life was lost, and father... well, father seemed like the only one who survived, him and his little bastard boy.

Of course, Sansa eventually understood why her father and Jon had come home unscratched. Why the King was so grateful to let him come home and have his family.

Jon was a token of mercy father never seemed to be grateful for.

The king had bestowed many pardons, she had learnt as she grew up. Jaime Lannister, who had killed the mad King, but had saved Queen Elia from the hands of the horrid Mountain after he killed her babes, killing the man and saving her life, was now Lord of Casterly Rock and of its lands after his father was executed for letting in the men who'd rioted the King's Landing.

Her own father, who had fought by Robert's side.

Lord Robert's brothers, his only heirs.

Throughout her childhood, the life of the King and Queen seemed just to be focused on trying to create a peaceful kingdom. To maybe restore whatever they had lost during that war.

They never had heirs again, there was never a mention of the Queen pregnant or of the King taking a second wife, like with Aunt Lyanna.

And then the Queen died.

And he never married again.

King Rhaegar stayed alone, and never even entertained everyone's questions or offers of an engagement.

What he did, though, was come North. Every year, he visited, and spend time with her parents, made sure to have at least one meal a day with the oldest children - Sansa had been there a few times, and Jeyne hadn't stopped joking that the king had come to see if she was old enough to be his queen.

King Rhaegar was beautiful, but he was just as old as her parents!

She would never marry a man so old.

But there were questions about how he would continue the Targaryen dynasty.

He didn't even seem to care, not that she could see.

And he took a liking to Jon. He spent time with him, went on hunting trips with him, and was interested in things such as his education and character.

Which was so strange, because her half-brother was no more than a bastard.  Why would he care for a bastard?

And it was all written there. She just wasn't smart enough to put the pieces together.

She found out the truth when she was 12, and Jon was 14.

Bran had led her through the hidden walls of the castle, to show her something after they had said her name in a conversation, her parents and the king.

Jon wasn't her father's son, no. He was the only son of Aunt Lyanna and King Rhaegar.

"I didn't want you to be corrupted by the south," King Rhaegar spoke, looking at Jon's face. "Your mother was raised here. Her principles were much greater than anyone else I had ever met. It's why I fell in love with her."

Jon looked completely shocked, and Sansa's wasn't too different.

Her father's bastard boy, a prince.

Robb was there, right beside her mother, and Sansa couldn't quite read her expression.

Did she know that? Who else knew the truth?

"My whole life, I was raised like a bastard," Jon spoke, sounding frustrated and confused.

"Like the son of the Northern Lord," his father, his real father, corrected him. "You know the ways of the common folk more in this life than anyone in King's Landing. You know the worth of the work of your hands, and the real needs of the people who you are going to rule over."

Sansa cowled. The work of his hands? Jon wasn't exactly living like a prince, but he wasn't a man of the common folk either.

"What happens now?" Robb asked.

Her mother looked at him and then the King, and Robb glanced at his father.

"Is he..."

Father gave him a strong look, and her brother cleared his throat, turning to the king.

"Are you going to take him now, your grace?" he corrected his question. "To King's Landing.”

King Rhaegar exhaled slowly.

"I think Jon is ready," he told them. "And I want him to have time to learn how to be a prince."

Jon looked from her parents to his father, looking unsure.

"What if I say no?" he asked. "What if I don't want to go? "

"You won't," her father told him. "I know you, Jon."

"So you are going to send me South?" he asked, almost in a bratty tone. "To make me a prince I never wanted to be?!"

His father shook his head.

"You are my only heir, Jon, my only child," the King told him, softly. "My only family. I need you."

Jon's shoulders fell.

"You won't be alone," he promised. "You already have brides waiting for you to come home, to turn the right age."

Sansa frowned. Brides? What was he talking about?

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, confused.

"You'll help me reunite the seven kingdoms, son," the King smiled, encouraging. "And your wives."

The room became tense, but the King didn't seem to care.

"Wives?" Jon repeated.

"The High Septon and the Faith recently came to an agreement," he decided. "You know how Targaryen Kings before us have had multiple wives," he reminded them.

Sansa swallowed down.

"We have settled engagements for you," his father affirmed. "With one lady for each Kingdom, from each head family."

Her father stood up, looking tense, but the King didn't seem to care.

"Margaery Tyrell, Asha Greyjoy and Arianne Martell have already been chosen," he told him. "There is a girl who might be the chosen one for the Lannister's, Lady Myrcella Lannister. She is their oldest girl."

"We haven't found a girl in the Riverlands yet," he continued. "But Lord Frey is eager to offer his daughters and granddaughters. And of course, we were merciful enough to legitimise one of Lord Robert's daughters to represent the Stormlands."

Sansa's blood froze in her veins, and her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

"What about the North?" Jon asked, looking fearful.

The king looked directly at her father, unfazed, and Sansa watched her parents exchanging looks.

"We agreed on an engagement between Jon and Sansa when the king arrived," her father spoke between teeth. "But we didn't know you would have more than one wife."

"But I'm sure you would accept anyway," King Rhaegar spoke, emphatic. "After all, what greater honour there is than being the wife of the King of the Seven Kingdoms. She will be a princess! Potentially, his Queen."

Robb stood up with anger all over his face.

"Father, you can't!" he almost shouted. "Jon sees Sansa as a sister!"

Her parents looked away from Robb, and he turned to Jon.

"You can't say yes to this! Jon, you can't!"

Jon looked down.

"It's not like I have any choice," he said simply.

"You don't have any choice?" Robb shouted.

"Boys," her father tried to step between them, pushing Robb out of the way.

"Let them," the King sat down. 'It's best that they settle this now so the feelings won't linger."

Father seemed like he wanted to fight for a moment, but mother stood up, grabbing his hand.

"The King knows best," she spoke slowly, looking right in his direction.

"She is our sister!" Robb pushed Jon's shoulders.

"She is your sister!" Jon argued. "She doesn't even look at me. Your mother made sure to keep us apart the whole time, you know that."

Robb's shoulders sagged, and the adults moved slowly away, with the King guiding them along.

The moment they left, Jon walked off to take a seat, far too close to where she was hiding with Bran.

"I can't believe they lied to me this whole time," he exhaled. "My whole life!"

Robb walked to him.

"Don't sound so regretful," he rolled his eyes.

Jon shook his head.

"I'm serious!" he argued. "My whole life I've been treated like less than anyone else! Like I'm just someone to be stepped on. And then, out of nowhere, I'm a prince, and they want me to go down South with a bloody king who spent 14 years pretending I was nothing to him?! And then he comes around and says he is my father, about how much he loved my mother and how he just wanted me to be like her?!"

Robb scoffed.

"You are so dramatic," her brother spoke. "This is great! You'll be king! With seven wives! If that was me, I would think I was highly blessed by the gods."

Jon shook his head, but chuckled.

"You were literally about to punch me for being engaged to Sansa."

"Sansa is twelve," Robb affirmed. "I don't want her to get married. Ever."

Sansa pressed her lips together.

What was Robb talking about?

Never?

He couldn't want her to be stuck North forever, right? Without a husband and a family?!

"But at least, I know she will marry a good guy," he put a hand on Jon's back. "Who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated."

Jon sighed.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he sighed. "I'm not cut out to be king."

Her brother bumped his arm.

"We were raised side by side," he reminded him. "I know you are ready. I would have you be lord with me when we got older, you know?  So... It's the same thing. But bigger."

Jon chuckled.

"Seven times bigger."

"With seven times the wives!" Robb added, excited.

Sansa scowled. Seven wives?

She was going to share him.

No, she didn't like that.

"Sansa is going to be my queen," he affirmed.

Robb watched him with a bit of interest and hesitancy.

"You don't know the other girls yet."

"I don't need to," he affirmed, shrugging. "Sansa will be my Queen."

Sansa swallowed down. Could he be serious?

"The king looks at me like I'm a dragon, like him," he spoke softly. "But I was raised by your family. I'm a Stark. I want to honour that."

Robb smiled, and they sat together in silence for a moment before her brother-side hugged Jon.

"You'll always be my brother," he affirmed. "Wolf or dragon."

She looked at Bran, who was watching them with big eyes, and touched his shoulder.

"Come on," Sansa whispered, "Let's leave them be."

They walked out together, and her little brother beamed when the two were back in the yard.

"Aren't you excited?" he asked. "You are going to be Queen!"

Sansa hesitated.

She was going to be Queen.

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Best Destinations for the Stark Family (4/5)

~BRANDON STARK: He was the second son and fourth scion of the Lords of Winterfell.

Bran was a young man who loved to climb and practice the sword, horsemanship and archery aspiring to be a knight. The young man admired the figure of King Daeron I Targaryen "The young dragon" and also the Royal Guard of King's Landing, having the illusion of being a member of this brotherhood.

When his father was named Hand of the King after Jon Arryn's death in 300 a. C., Bran with his sister Arya left for the Capital with his father, while his other brothers stayed in Invernalia. His stay in the Capital was depressing as everyone laughed at his Stark roots, but the young wolf did not give up and went to Jaime Lannister, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, asking to be a brother by oath. Despite his motivation, Jaime Lannister publicly mocked him as well as other members of the white capes, being this very humiliating for the young man.

Barristan Selmy, the former Lord Commander of the Royal Guard, advised the young Stark to join the Golden Cloaks and train to be a brother by oath of the Royal Guard in the future.

His training in the City Guard was arduous and somewhat exhausting as he exposed himself to every criminal or dangerous outsider who could kill him. Despite this, Bran made good friends with Jacelyn Bywater who soon after became the Commander of the Royal Guard and with Osfryd Kettleblack who trained him hard.

In 303 a. C., Eddard with Renly Baratheon and Varys conspired against Queen Cersei Lannister after discovering that her three children were not King Robert's and they looked for a way to find the queen with her lover and her brother , Jaime Lannister.

After the event known as "The scandal of the Queen's Tower" where the King and his hand broke into Cersei's rooms finding her in full act with her lover, this being horrible for King Robert who finally discovered the true face of his wife. To avoid endangering Arya and Bran were secretly sent to Winterfell where they were under the protection of their mother and her older brother, Robb.

In 304 a. C., Jaime and Cersei Lannister were executed & Cersei's children were disinherited and each being exiled. Myrcella "Waters" was sent to Winterfell to be under Eddard Stark's protection and to be Catelyn Tully's companion.

Bran returned to King's Landing to continue his training in the Golden Cloaks, but after a year he returned to Winterfell with his family. Between 305 and 307, the so-called "wolf knight" managed to bring together a group of children and young people from different social classes to form his own army. Thanks to the practices and teachings of his brothers, the City Guard and Osfryd Kettleblack, Bran Stark instructed each of these young people.

While this was happening Bran began to seduce Myrcella Waters and managed to make her her lover. Young Stark visited his "beautiful maiden" every night and on one of those nights, Mycella got pregnant so the lovers decided to marry one night, being supported by Maester Luwin.

Their marriage was soon discovered being a total scandal both in Winterfell and in King's Landing because the young Mares was procreated from incest between two traitors. In the end Robb Stark accepted that they continue to be married in a more discreet way and that the children they had were hidden. Bran and Myrcella had a passionate marriage, eventually having six children:

Daeron Raven, who would be the next leader of the Winter Ravens.

Cersei Raven, who would marry her nephew, Rickard Snow, and they would have children.

Myrcella Raven, who became a prostitute on Lys.

Jeyne Raven, would marry one of the illegitimate children of her uncle Rickon Stark.

Leopold Raven, who would have a scandalous affair with a man from House Umber.

Marcel Raven, married and had children.

Myrcella "Raven" passed away in 326 a. C., at 36 years of age due to his last childbirth and Brandon did not remarry, keeping the memory of his sweet wife.

In the year 343 a. C., Brandon Stark disappeared without a trace. In the words of his son, Daeron, the “wolf knight” had been closed in on himself since the death of his wife and had a strange interest in ravens for years, always following them every time they approached him. Many thought that the spirit of his woman manifested in a crow to visit him and her disappearance was due to Myrcella taking it away. But in the words of his son, Marcel was that his father had been chosen by the Three-Eyed Raven to be his successor and that now Brandon Stark is watching everything through the ravens.

Mejores destinos para la familia Stark (4/5)

~BRANDON STARK: Era el segundo hijo y cuarto vástago de los Señores de Invernalia.

Bran era un joven que amaba escalar y practicar la espada, equitación y la arquería aspirando a ser un caballero. El joven admiraba la figura del Rey Daeron I Targaryen “El joven dragón” y también a la Guardia Real de Desembarco del Rey, teniendo la ilusión de poder ser miembro de esta hermandad.

Cuando su padre fue nombrado Mano del Rey tras la muerte de Jon Arryn en 300 d. C., Bran junto a su hermana Arya partieron a la Capital con su padre, mientras que sus otros hermanos se quedaron en Invernalia. Su estancia en la Capital fue deprimente debido a que todos se reían de sus raíces Stark, pero el joven lobo no se dio por vencido y fue hasta Jaime Lannister, el Lord Comandante de la Guardia Real pidiendo poder ser un hermano por juramento. Pese a su motivación, Jaime Lannister se burlo públicamente de el al igual que otros miembro de las capas blancas siendo esto muy humillante para el joven.

Barristan Selmy, el anterior Lord Comandante de la Guardia Real le aconsejo al joven Stark de unirse a las Capas Doradas y entrenarse para poder ser en un futuro, hermano por juramento de la Guardia Real.

Su entrenamiento en la Guardia de la Ciudad fue arduo y un tanto agotador debido a que se exponía a cada criminal o forastero peligroso que pudiera matarlo. Pese a esto, Bran hizo buenas amistades con Jacelyn Bywater que poco después se convirtió en el Comandante de la Guardia Real y con Osfryd Kettleblack que lo entreno de manera dura.

En el 303 d. C., Eddard junto a Renly Baratheon y Varys conspiraron en contra de la reina Cersei Lannister tras descubrir que sus tres hijos no eran del rey Robert y buscaron la forma de encontrar a la reina junto a su amante y hermano, Jaime Lannister.

Tras el evento conocido como “El escandalo de la Torre de la Reina” donde el Rey y su mano irrumpieron en las habitaciones de Cersei encontrándola en pleno acto con su amante siendo esto horrible para el rey Robert que por fin descubría la verdadera cara de su esposa. Para no peligrar Arya y Bran fueron enviados en secreto a Invernalia donde estuvieron bajo la protección de su madre y su hermano mayor, Robb.

En 304 d. C., Jaime y Cersei Lannister fueron ejecutados & los hijos de Cersei fueron desheredados y siendo cada uno exiliados. Myrcella “Mares” fue enviada a Invernalia para estar bajo la protección de Eddard Stark y ser dama de compañía de Catelyn Tully. 

Bran regreso a Desembarco del Rey para seguir en su entrenamiento en las Capas Doradas, pero al cabo de un año regreso a Invernalia junto a su familia. Entre 305 y 307, el llamado “caballero lobo” logro reunir a un grupo de niños y jóvenes de clases sociales distintas para formar su propia armada. Gracias a las practicas y enseñanzas por parte de sus hermanos, de la Guardia de la Ciudad y de Osfryd Kettleblack, Bran Stark instruyo a cada uno de estos jóvenes.

Mientras esto ocurría Bran empezó a seducir a Myrcella Mares y logro convertirla en su amante. El joven Stark visitaba a su “hermosa doncella” todas las noches y en una de esas, Mycella quedo embarazada por lo que los amantes decidieron casarse una noche, siendo apoyados por el maestre Luwin.

Su matrimonio no tardo en descubrirse siendo un total escandalo tanto en Invernalia como en Desembarco del Rey debido a que la joven Mares era procreada del incesto entre dos traidores. Al final Robb Stark acepto que ellos siguieran casados de manera mas discreta y que los hijos que tuvieran fueran escondidos. Bran y Myrcella tuvieron un apasionado matrimonio, llegando a tener seis hijos:

Daeron Raven, que sería el siguiente líder de los Cuervos del Invierno.

Cersei Raven, que se casaría con su sobrino, Rickard Snow y tendrían hijos. 

Myrcella Raven, que se convirtió en una prostituta en Lys.

Jeyne Raven, se casaría con uno de los hijos ilegítimos de su tío Rickon Stark.

Leopold Raven, que tendría un escandaloso romance con un hombre de la Casa Umber.

Marcel Raven, se caso y tuvo descendencia.

Myrcella “Raven” falleció en 326 d. C., a los 36 años por su ultimo parto y Brandon no se volvió a casar manteniendo el recuerdo de su dulce mujer.

En el año 343 d. C., Brandon Stark desapareció sin dejar rastro. En palabras de su hijo, Daeron, el “caballero lobo” había estado encerrado en si mismo desde la muerte de su esposa y tenia un extraño interés por los cuervos desde hace años siguiéndolos siempre cada que se acercaban a el. Muchos pensaban que el espíritu de su mujer se manifestaba en un cuervo para visitarle y su desaparición se debió a que Myrcella se lo llevo. Pero en palabras de su hijo, Marcel era que su padre había sido elegido por el Cuervo de los Tres Ojos para ser su sucesor y que ahora Brandon Stark esta observando todo atreves de los cuervos.

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A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter Six

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 3,089

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

In the morning, you had your handmaidens dress you in far more layers than you were used too, it was a little uncomfortable, but you dealt with it. You left your room and managed to walk through the castle finding Robb, along with his younger siblings, they were all laughing and talking. 

Robb sat on the floor with little Rickon on his lap, whilst Bran and Arya argued over some toy, and Sansa sat talking away to her older brother. Robb was laughing happily when he looked up to see you, he smiled widely. 

"Good morning" You say happily walking further into the room. 

"Good morning princess. Sleep well?" Robb asks. 

"Wonderfully, thank you, what are you lot up too?" You ask crouching down to sit by Robb. Bran who noticed you had joined shuffled over climbing onto your lap. You cuddled the seven year old close to you, holding him close to your chest. 

"Oh nothing special, talking, playing" Robb responded, he looked from you with Bran in your lap, to him with Rickon, it made him imagine you holding and playing with a child of his own. He pushed the thought away. 

"Ready for our ride into the woods?" You ask, excited. 

Can I come?" Bran asks, looking up at you. 

"Maybe next time, little one" You responded, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. "Ready, Robb?"

Robb nodded and you both lifted the boys off your laps and stood, he took your hand and you both walked to the stables together. You smile widely when you saw your horse, you rush over to him and hug his face close to you. You both mount your horses and set off to the woods of Winterfell. 

Robb walked alongside you, your horses walking together as you go deeper into the woods, there was snow everywhere, it wasn't heavy on the ground, but it was enough to cover most of the ground in whiteness. The trees were nothing like the ones at home, these trees were purples and orange, unlike the green you knew. 

"It's beautiful" You whisper, as you look around. Robb nodded, his eyes on you, not on the woods. He was watching the way you moved your horse so smoothly, you looked so damn pretty, everything about you was so perfect, so beautiful. He just wanted to stop now, to pull you off your horse, to pull you against him and kiss you, to touch you...

"I've had my wedding dress made with a special request" You say, breaking the silence. 

"Oh? And what request was that, princess?" He asks. 

"You don't get to know that, not until the day" You answer, smirking widely. 

"And how come I don't get to know right now?" 

"Because it'd ruin the surprise!" You giggle softly. 

"No chance of you giving me a hint?" He asks, his beautiful blue eyes on you. 

"Okay...the request, it was something I had only noticed when we became friends, and I had my dress made to always remind me of it" I say smiling, a small blush crept onto my cheeks, luckily the cold of the crisp air hid it well. You watch as Robb's eyes shoot up in surprise, you could tell he was trying to work out what it was. 

"And I have to wait until the wedding to find out?" He asks, a small faked sigh leaving his lips. 

"You only have a few days" You say as you playfully roll your eyes. You looked around, the woods went on forever, there were trees upon trees, it was wonderful, you could definitely see yourself eventually loving Winterfell, with all it's beauty. It felt calmer than Kingslanding, you found the only things you were missing was the golden sun on your skin. 

"I'm so cold" You say quietly, you stopped your horse and climbed off him. Robb copied your movements, getting off his horse. He walked over to you, his eyes roaming over your shivering body. He grabbed his cloak off his body and wrapped it around yours, the heavy fur hopefully would be enough to warm you. 

"Here, this should help"

"Thank you" You say quietly "Won't you be cold?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm warm enough" He answers, his hands were still on the cloak, holding you close to him. 

"Thank you for showing me the woods, it's beautiful here" You smile softly, looking away from his icy blues to the beauty surrounding you. Robb smiled at you, the woods were beautiful, but here you were looking so perfect, standing there wrapped in his cloak. 

"Could I maye ask a favour of you?" You asked him quietly, still not looking at him. 

"Of course, princess. Anything you want" He answered, curious to what you could ask of him. 

"I always wished my first kiss was magical, somewhere beautiful with a dashing young prince...would you...and I understand if you'd prefer to wait until the wedding, but would you..." You ramble not quite able to get the words to leave your lips, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, feeling too nervous to finish your sentence.

Robb's eyes widened as he listened to you talk. You...you wanted your first kiss? Here? Now? He honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were standing here, asking him to...to kiss you, for the first time...He was honestly more than a little stunned, his mind was reeling as he tried to figure out if this was happening or if he was just dreaming this all up. He could barely process the words himself as he responded. 

"I....I....Yes...yes, princess, of course I will"

"You would?" You asked turning to face him "I don't want my first kiss to be in front of everyone, I want it to be special" 

Robb felt his heart skip and start beating faster. You were actually asking for him to give you your first kiss, here in the woods. How the hell was he supposed to keep himself under control if he was about to kiss you, it was a miracle he still hadn't thrown you on the ground and taken you right here, and now you were asking for that....? This was too damn much... 

"Yes, of course I would princess" He said staring down at you, his heart beating a mile a minute. You were looking up at him with your big, beautiful eyes and that sweet expression on your innocent face. He wanted so badly to touch you, to hold you and kiss you and never let you go...but he stayed still, standing in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. 

"I want you to kiss me, Robb, please?"

"Yes, princess" His hands moved to touch your waist, he leaned down slowly and captured you lips with his own. You weren't sure what you were doing at first, but you copied his actions moving your lips against his. His lips felt warmer than yours, soft too, you hadn't expected his lips to be so soft. 

Robb sighed into the kiss, you had tasted even sweeter than he'd imagined, and he quickly took over the kiss, his lips moving against yours urgently, one of his hands moved up to your hair, and tangled into the strands, pulling you closer to him. He couldn't get enough of you, not now, when he had you here in front of him, so damn close to him...

You pulled back slightly, feeling a little overwhelmed by his touch, your hands snaked up to his jaw, holding him gently. 

"Thank you" You whisper softly against his lips. Robb couldn't help but smirk. 

"For what, princess...For kissing you?"

"Yes" You giggle softly. 

"Well, I'm happy to do it again, anytime you want me to, princess"

"Only when we're alone, until we wed"

"Only when we're alone, princess, I promise" He says, grinning. 

"Funny" You say absently "I find myself excited to be married to you" You had been excited for the past few days, it was a bizarre feeling. But you welcomed it. 

"Is that so?" He asked, that stupid smirk on his lips again. 

"Yeah...funny seeing how much we used to hate one another" You smiling, you hoped he felt the same, that he was excited too. 

"I don't think either one of us hates the other much anymore, do we?" He asks, his perfect blue eyes looking down to you. His nose was red as was his cheeks from the cold air. 

"Hmm I don't know, maybe I hate you a little bit" You smirked. His eyes darkened slightly, he gripped you a little tighter, his hand still on your waist. 

"Oh...you still hate me, huh princess?"

"Hmm maybe a little" You giggle softly. 

"Only a little?" He asks, laughing a little, his nose bumping into yours as he moves closer to your face. 

"Yeah.. though I think the more you kiss me, the less I'd hate you" You whisper, feeling confident, now you had a taste of him, you wanted more. Needed more. He pushes you backwards slightly, your back hit the tree behind you. 

"Is that so? The more I kiss you, the more you'll grow to like me, huh?" 

"Not sure" You smirk "Maybe we should try again?"

Robb smirked down at you, all pressed up against the tree like this...It was taking so much self-control for him to just keep talking, to hold you up like this and still keep himself from taking more...

"We could definitely try again, princess"

"Kiss me Robb" You say, rolling your eyes playfully. He chuckled at the cheek tone in your voice. You were too damn cute...He leaned in closer, his body pressing tighter against yours, practically flush against you as he moved in close to whisper back. 

"I'd like to hear to you say 'please' princess"

"Please, my lord" You say slowly, your voice lower than before. Robb felt a shiver run down his spine as you purr out the word please. 

"Well...since you asked so nicely, princess..."

Finally Robb pressed his lips to yours again, you sigh softly into the kiss, your hands moved to his face, holding him gently as he guided you through the kiss. Robb found himself wanting more of you, he pressed himself tighter against you, wanting more of you, more of that sweet, gentle touch. He wanted to hold you and touch you all over, everywhere...You made a little noise when his tongue touched your lip, not expecting it. 

Robb groaned huskily when he heard that small, sweet nosie you made. The sound sent a shiver down his spine and he began to feel that desire for you starting to overtake him... He ran his tongue gently over your lips, trying to coax you to keep your mouth open for him, needing to taste you deeper, needing more than just the feel of you against his lips...

You kissed for a long time, the sun had finally started going down when you finally noticed exactly how long you had been kissing. You both would of glady stayed there by the tree all night, kissing and touching, holding one another close. 

"Oh Robb, your family, will they be mad?" You asked, suddenly panicking. Robb chuckled faintly, he had been blissfully lost in the feeling of you pressed against him, kissing you. He placed a gentle hand on your arm, trying to reassure you. 

"Don't worry, we'll be find, my family won't be angry. They won't even notice we've been gone for so long" 

"I'm sure they will, Sansa will definitely notice my absence" You say with a small laugh, since meeting Sansa had become a little attached to you. You didn't mind. 

"Sansa will be fine, she'll probably complain later, but it's worth it, trust me" 

"Come, let's get back to the castle" You say shivering slightly as you walked back over to your horse. 

"Alright, princess...Let's go"

You both rode back on your horses, a little quicker than your journey into the woods. Once you reached the stables there were two boys watching you both, smirks on their lips. Robb dismounted his horse first, and you followed. 

"Darling" Robb speaks calmly holding his hand out for you, you walk closer taking it, he walks you to stand in front of the two boys. "This is Jon, my half brother, and this is Theon, my father's ward"

You smiled sweetly to them, staying quiet, waiting for them to bow at you, it was expected, you were a princess after all. Neither Jon or Theon made an effort to bow, they smirked looking at you. You huffed and turned on the spot to face Robb. 

"Will you be staying here or accompanying me back to the castle?" You ask, thoroughly annoyed at the boys. 

"I'll catch up to you, princess" Robb smiled at you. You gave both Jon and Theon a dirty look and walked off. Robb turned back to Jon and Theon and sighed slightly. 

"You couldn't of just bowed? You know it's what she expects" Robb said quietly. 

"What happened to her being a stuck up princess?" Jon asked, obviously confused at Robb's affection towards you. 

"Oh she can be...She's just...She's getting better now" Robb explained, a faint smile on his lips as he thinks of you. He did think briefly about telling them how he was starting to really like you now, how he thought you were pretty cute and how he wanted to spend all his time with you, alone. But didn't want to give them any more ammunition to tease him with. 

"She's real pretty Robb, you know, if you get bored of her, I don't mind warming her bed" Theon said, a smirk on his lips as he looks off in the direction you walked. Robb felt a sudden flash of anger go through him, and he immediately tensed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides in irritation. 

"You'd do well to keep those sorts of comments to yourself, Greyjoy" Robb sneered. 

"I'm only joking Robb" Theon answered, smirking. 

"I suggest you find a better subject to joke about than my future wife" Robb answered, his voice still dark. 

"I'd stop Theon...Robb's obviously changed his mind about the annoying princess" Jon added quietly. 

"Yeah, I guess I have" Robb answers. 

"What changed your mind? Finally fuck her?" Theon asks. Jon shakes his head, knowing Theon just said the wrong thing. Robb tensed again at that, the anger flooding back into him. 

"Mind you goddamn tongue, Theon" 

You watched for a moment as Robb and the two boys talked, it looked like a heated chat, but you wished to wait for Robb. So in the courtyard you waited, whilst you did a few children ran up to you, wanting you to play with them. Happily you agreed, they kicked a ball around you, letting you kick it back to them a few times. It was unprincess like, but at that moment, you didn't really care. 

Robb finally left Jon and Theon, he'd had enough of Theon's stupid comments. He walked further into the courtyard, seeing you. He watched as you played happily with a few children, he found it so cute, it made him think of you with his children, it made his chest feel...strange to think about. He quickly pushed those kinds of thoughts out as he walked up to you. 

"Hi" You say softly to him. He smiled and stepped up next to you, looking down at you for a moment before glancing up at the kids who had gone back to playing without you. 

"Having fun with the children, princess?"

"Yes, they're lovely" You answer smiling as you watch the child play. 

"They've taken quite the liking to you, you're good with children" He adds, smiling softly down at you. 

"I have three younger siblings, remember?" You say, your heart hurting slightly as you think of them. 

"Are you close with them?" He asks. 

"I suppose we are, Joffrey has gotten more difficult the older he gets, Myrcella and I were the closest, both of us being girls, and little Tommen, oh I adore my sweet baby brother" You say, cooing over your siblings. Robb smiled faintly as you spoke of your family. It was interesting hearing you talk about your siblings, like this, with such fondness and affection in your voice. He could picture you with your little siblings, it made him think of that scenario where you played with his children, your children...He shook the image from his head, knowing you'd probably think him ridiculous for even contemplating those kind of thoughts. 

"You love you family, don't you?" He asks. 

"I suppose so, not so much my parents however" You say quietly. 

"You don't love your parents?" He questions, you take his arm as he holds it out, both of you taking a slow walk towards the castle. 

"It's not that...well, my father being the king, he was always too busy for me, and my mother, she acts so strangely towards me, maybe because I don't look like my siblings, the three of them are copies of one another, whereas I don't match, who knows...I don't have a good relationship with my parents, not like you do" You explain. 

"That...sucks, princess. I'm...sorry to hear that" Robb says pulling you in a little closer as you walk together. 

"Don't be, I'm marrying into your family and I truly adore your family Robb" You say. 

"You adore my family?" He asks, a small smile on his lips as he watches you. 

"They're wonderful" You admit. 

Once you had entered the castle walls you parted ways, reluctantly, but you both had to change outfits, the clothes you were currently wearing slightly damp from the cold. You changed into a new dress, an evening gown which was a dark red, backless and flowed wonderfully down your legs. You felt happy to be in less layers now, and you walked to the Stark's feast hall, they were all in there. 

"Good evening all" You smiled softly, Robb stood and walked you to your seat. 

"Good evening, my princess, you look lovely" Robb whispered as you both sat down. You felt yourself blush when he said 'my princess' it made your insides feel fuzzy and warm. 

"Thank you" You smiled, you then turned to Lady Stark, whom was sitting next to you "Lady Stark, you also look wonderful tonight"

"Thank you, my dear" Her eyes kind as she spoke. 

And with that you and your new family tucked into your feast.

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