#dorne strong

[ginger-danica-snapps]

Orphans of the Greenblood

A request fill.

[sare11aa11eras]

George R R Martin has failed to establish any female warriors in/from Dorne (it should be noted that Nymeria of Ny Sar was a leader/general, not a soldier) apart from the Sand Snakes (whose Dad is actual royalty) so *IF* he wants to make Dorne this actual feminist safe haven with women warriors and stuff he’s got to a) explain why Brienne didn’t have dreams of going to Dorne where she’d be accepted and b) make Allyria Dayne the Sword of the Morning c) give Myriah Martell a female personal bodyguard, a la Jonquil Darke, who tags along from Dorne and at some point beats Daemon Blackfyre/Aegor River’s ass in this essay I will

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

Just for blood and cheese I hope all of the bastards die a very painful death. Literally the fall of house Targaryen is cosmic karma coming to bite the descendants of Daemon in the ass for his monstrous actions. Every single misfortune that came after that monsters son sat on the Iron Throne is the universe heaping the bad karma Rhaenyra and Daemon accumulated in their lifetime onto their descendants. Notice how not half a century goes by without civil war erupting under their incest baby rule? Karma. I hope Daenerys dies a fitting death as the last descendent of Daemon Targaryen.

[isefyres]

i' have a few faceclaims to cast, i'm gonna try and cast more northerns because you know i'm for the north in this household. I got a few inspirations from some beauties from vikings valhalla and more.

[west1rosi]

myrcella will always, always, refer to herself as a baratheon. politically, she and dorn.e are on the same page. blood does not matter here. robert was king and robert named her his daughter, legally and by decree of the king, she is his daughter. someone will end up frustrated with her but she will be strong in her convinction. the reality? vile rumors, nothing more. if anything, she is the modern parallel of rhaeny.ra's children. valaryon on name and spirit only, as she is a baratheon. and like her, what matters is the word of the king, the king names them his trueborn heirs after rhaenyr.a nuff said.

[tarantinolovesmyfeet]

Devotion and Desire (Harwin Strong Fic)

part 3

Summary: Nymeria finally lands in Kingslanding, but they are in the middle of a political game.

The walk towards Rhaenyra’s room had the king's guards looking at the pair as they walked hand in hand. Rhaenyra was a bright light in the dark halls while they walked together, with Nymeria looking at the paintings. “Tell me everything about Dorne, “ she said while walking together. “Is it hot all the time, and are snakes everywhere?” “Well…no to the snakes part, but it is rather hot all the time; you could see the dresses I’ve brought; I’m sure I can’t wear them here.” “Oh?” she asked with a smirk gracing her face. “I would love to see these dresses, and you can show me with you in them.” “Of course, to my dismay, you are taller than I.” “Yes, you are rather short.” She said, smiling, still pulling her along. “I’ll tell my ladies in waiting to go gather your stuff.” “Cedra will be there, I am sure, seeing how your father was kind to host us here.” You said over to the Princess as she gave a slight frown. “Hopefully, you will just live here with me.” She said brightly before changing the subject. “Cedra can come too to my room.” “Yes, I believe she will love that.” It was hard to tell now as your fingers were still interlocked. You weren’t sure if the Princess held onto you so tightly because of the fact she had no one but her father, that you were here with her being an outcast, or that she genuinely did like you. She seemed to like Nymeria, her cheeks flushed when their eyes met, and her smile was wide and friendly.  But yet, Nymeria wondered if this was because Alicent and the Princess seemed to be fighting in a deep intense fight; from the way the green girl looked at their hands entwined together, it was clear there was an emotion unclear which it was. 

Yet Nymeria won't complain because as much as Rhaenyra wants to trust you, the Dornish girl wants to trust her and wants to be in her fold; she wants to be an ally and a trusted friend. It was better for the girl's sake and Dorne's sake to be on the good side of the princess; even if she was fascinated by the princess and was very much enthralled, she was here for Dorne, and she couldn't forget it. 

The girls rushed into each other clothes gushing over one another. Nymeria could see Cedra with a small smile, watching the pair. Cedra seemed to be wise beyond her years, and Nymeria knew at the moment she would always have her as a right-hand woman. She didn’t trust much of anyone else outside her family, but she could trust her. Rhaenyra laughed as she put on the petite girl's dress, and they both knew it would be a scandal if she went out like that. “You would cause all the ladies in court to faint, Rhaenyra.” Nymeria giggled loudly into her goblet; the pair drank pretty heavily as they laughed loudly, and Rhaenyra's cheeks were ruddy, instantly showcasing she was drunk. 

“All the ladies in court have a stick up their ass,” Rhaenyra said, giggling and spinning in Nymeria’s dress. “Now, my queen, in waiting, you can’t speak poorly of your court.” Nymeria teased her as she watched her spin around the room. Nymeria laid on her stomach, allowing herself to become one with the bed, watching the heir spin. “You’re going to get sick.” “It will be the first time I feel alive in a long time.” She said, still giggling, as Nymeria furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at Cedra before looking over at the princess. She was alone, which showed even more as they giggled and teased one another. It showed as she twirled and twirled in Nymeria’s dress, and her words may seem happy, but they always had a rain cloud over them. Nymeria got up, watching the Princess try to spin as much as she could until she felt sick. The girl grabbed Rhaenyra’s wrist, ending the spinning and causing the heir to fall into her chest. “Are you all right?” Nymeria asked her as Rhaenyra giggled, now rubbing her face into the dronish girl's breast. “You are rather beautiful.” She mumbled, now doing it again, causing Nymeria to look over at Cedra, giving a signal to get the princess’s ladies out of the room. They left without much fuss; she assumed they knew they wouldn’t want to see her like this. If Otto or anyone else were to question them, they didn’t have to lie to any of them. It was a rather smart move on their end. Nymeria gathered the Princess by the waist and pulled her into her bed. “Yes, this is what I wanted.” She mumbled, her lips pressed to Nymeria’s neck. 

Nymeria felt her body get warm over her words and the warmth pooling in her stomach. So the Princess did have an attraction to her, as she did to the Princess. It was relatively quick, she knew, but Nymeria believed Rhaenyra hadn't gotten affection in some time, so she understood it. She sighed softly as her teeth equally as soft grazed her neck. Nymeria couldn't want this but did, and she knew the scandal it could cause if anyone found out. She pursed her lips at the thought, and the Princess's hands slowly brushed against her breast. "Now, all you had to do was ask." "And you would simply listen to me?" Rhaenyra asked, looking over at Nymeria as she smiled down at her; it was more of a smirk. Her eyes were full of fire, and her smirk was mischievous, almost like the cat who got the cream. "You are my queen, after all." She said slowly and softly, "But…." She said as Rhaenyra's lips moved closer to her. "But?" "Who would I be if I simply gave in to you right now? Do you think you deserve it?" "Yes, I'm the heir." She said in a bratty tone causing Nymeria to laugh at her. "What?" "And I am a Dornish woman; you wait when I say it's to go." She said, kissing her now on the tip of her nose. "You are so drunk, I couldn't do it." "Why not?" She pouted, endearing her even more to Nymeria, and she couldn't wait to kiss her full on the mouth. "Because, my dear, I want you to remember this even happened, and then we can talk about everything else." "You sneaky sneaky creature!" she shouted loudly with shrill laughter. "You are so rude to your princess." "Indeed, and you like it." She teased now as she pulled her in to cuddle and cuddle only. "We have a long day tomorrow, and you must rest." Before the rest of the words came out, the Princess was fast asleep, buried in her side. Nymeria prayed that she wouldn't get hurt or in trouble for this, but then again, she is family. 

How could she?

The morning sun shone into the room, hitting the girls who lay in bed cuddled with one another in the face, more so Nymeria than Rhaenyra, causing her to move in her sleep. There were hush words from Rhaenyra, but it was slurred into sleep. Nymeria woke up blurry-eyed and head in ache from last night's events. Her arm was asleep, from the weight of the princess on her. She groaned as she tried to slip away from her, but she was like a sea creature, wiggly and arms still wrapped around the Dornish girl.  The door to her bed chambers was pushed open; Nymeria's eyes widened seeing the princess's knights and her brother waltzing in with Cedra behind him. “Have I woken you from your slumber?” he teased, now looking at the pair of them. “Or did you sleep with the princess?” “I did no such thing,” Nymeria said back to him, rolling her eyes. “She just was drunk, and I rather her here than make a spectral of herself.” “Ah yes, saving my lady virtue,” he teased. “Too bad rumors light ones, of course, nothing the court is saying…just the queen.  She may have slept with her uncle Prince Daemon. The reason why the rogue one isn’t here.” Nymeria rolled her eyes as she laid back in bed, with Darvos placing himself on edge. He smiled over at her and then over to the princess. “You two gotten close.” “She was lonely,” Nymeria said back to him. “And she’s sweet, unlike the queen.” “Hm. Maybe so, but the Queen looks more jealous than anything.” He smirked. “Imagine a Hightower jealous of a Dornish woman, they see us as trash, and here we are showing them we are in their ranks and better than them.” “Oh, Darvos fuck off.” Nymeria glanced around the room and saw Cedra preparing her bed chambers to get ready for the day. She pulled out a golden dress and set her water up to clean her face and body. She sighed deeply, looking over at the Princess as she held her tight. “You should get ready,” Darvos said, now getting up. “You need to make yourself known at court, get the way of the lands, and grab allies for you and the princess. Also, maybe a husband.” She sat up, allowing the pillow to support her back, and the Princess's face, now in her lower stomach, ignored the warming feeling. She watched Darvo's back, wide and covered in mustard color again; the robe on his back was light and lined with black, his hair slicked back in a ponytail. He looked around the room as he discussed Nymeria's future, and she watched him. 

“Now I need a husband.” “In this place, you do and are of marriage age. I am told the king is throwing a feast for you arriving, and I know it will have men lined up to marry into this bloodline, half or not. Dornish or not…these men will do anything to be Targaryen. So pick the best one out of the crows that pick at the bloody coins that this family history is covered in.” “You speak so highly in their house, in their bed chambers as a guest.” She reminded him as he looked at her with a distasted look over his shoulder. “Indeed.” He almost sneered. “In. Deed.” He repeated. “But I am not wrong; history does not lie.” “Hm, you be mindful of your emotions.” She warned him as they both stared at each other, trying to convey a message. 

She felt the princess move and was awake, but Nymeria put her hand between her shoulder blades to keep her steady. To now let Darvos know she is up because she didn’t want either party to act in a way they will both regret. 

"I understand." He said, now looking at her. "Now it's time to get up; if you are to stay here in this home, you need allies, and sure as hell, the princess does. The Hightowers are leeches, and I can smell their betrayal coming, and you both better be prepared for it." He walked out quickly, letting the door slam; Nymeria knew she just knew Darvos was upset with her. There was always an underlying message between them, and she could feel it. She would speak to him alone with no preying ears but now isn't the time. She pushed her hand off the Princess's back, allowing her to get up. "So…did I wake up at the right time?" She asked with her eyes still bleary from sleep, and Nymeria smiled over to her, now cusping her cheek. "Princess, you woke up at the perfect time." She said with a smile, looking over at the girl, and Rhaenyra looked like she was in thought. "Your brother doesn't seem to like us." "Hm, he just is upset about the treatment we got from the Hightowers, is all, and I suspect you don't like the treatment either." She chuckled, looking over at Nymeria with a soft smile. "You are not wrong in your thoughts, Otto is a leech, and he will do anything for power, will ruin my name for it for his daughter and my brothers." "You mean Aegon?" She asked as the girl nodded. "But you're the heir, and he can't do anything about it." The girls looked at each other with agreeing on smiles, Rhaenyra looked not sure if Nymeria's statement was correct, but she wanted to believe it. She had to believe it if she was to carry the burden of being the heir. "But what if he can?" She voiced her thoughts as Nymeria sighed, cupping the girl's cheek. "My Princess, it's time for Westro's to follow Dorne's footsteps, the firstborn is the heir and I will defend my life for you and your children when you have them." "I will rather be a warrior." She said, rolling her eyes as Nymeria laughed. "You could be a warrior princess who can bear heirs." She winked over to her. "The best of both worlds." Rhaenyra begrudgingly said while rolling her eyes. "I think it's time we both get up and ready, I believe my father said he wants to throw you a feast." "Is your father ever this kind to others?" Rhaenyra got up from the bed with ease, turning her head to look over at Nymeria before answering. She looked her over as the sheets still draped around her body. "You are a cousin from a sister that was pushed out; I think my father rather have peace more Tarygaryen in our line. It makes the family strong, and others in Westeros will not dare to question him as a king." "You are politically inclined… that's good if you're to sit on the Iron Throne; always be by your father's side Rhaenyra. Don't let them see you as weak."

Rhaenyra looked over at Nymeria with a perked eyebrow; she watched over Nymeria with a new look of approval and almost now with an understanding of Nymeria. They see each other for who they are, and there is a kindred spirit and trust. Rhaenyra knew Nymeria could have made her look harmful to her brother and heard that she didn’t and gave her word about protecting her family. An honorable woman and that made Rhaenyra know she gathered a great ally in her soon-to-be court. 

Davos was not lying about finding a husband; she knew he was right. She knew she was of age and should be wed. Her father tried to remind her; that she should be married, but Davos pushed the idea off. If Nymeria was unwed, she could enter King's landing and get a husband there. She needed allies, and he knew a marriage pact was perfect. Nymeria didn’t like being a game piece to her brother later, but she understood why he was doing it. She also questioned why he wasn’t married, but her brother said 

“Well, I want to make great allies to Nymeria.”  She thought that was odd, but she would not push it. She sighed deeply as she walked around the red keep now. She knew she would have to be friendly and leave Rhaenyra to her duties if she had any. So she couldn’t be kept by her side at all times like she wanted to, but she figured Rhaenyra would find her if she wanted to. She did mention dragons to her. Nymeria was wrapped in a gold dress, the slit in the front was being held with a light black rope, and she tugged them to close the silt more. It was an added piece now moving to Westeros, She knew she would have to dress more “lady-like” here, but she also knew it would keep her warmer. Her hair, flowing minus the front, pinned back into a braid. Allowing them to see her face as she walked around. She wanted to see her horse Star-Fyre, so she walked to the horse's chambers. “She’s rather small for a Targaryen.”She heard whispers around her as she walked on.  

“Did you see her always dressed in Dorne colors? Are we even sure she is the true Dragon blood?” She pursed her lips as she continued walking through, feeling increasingly insecure as she went on. Whispers around her about her not being good enough or even worthy of being a Targaryen; she kept her head up high, but truly deep down inside, she wanted to cry.  She didn’t move faster even though she tried to run; she just kept at her pace, letting them know she did not bother them. 

When she reached the horse, she didn’t see anyone working. She shrugged as she walked inside, trying to find her baby. She sighed deeply as her horse neighed loudly over to her, and she smiled. “Hi, Star-Fyre. Are you happy?” She rubbed him nuzzled as he pushed against her hand but neigh lowly. “No? Are you lonely?” the horse pushed into her hand again as she laughed a bit; before she could say anything else, she heard a creak from the door. She spun quickly, looking over at the curly hair man she had seen before; he was rather tall and had broad shoulders. His curls were down around his face, and his hazel eyes looked over her as she looked back at him. He smiled before bowing a bit. “My lady, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as she smiled at him. 

“It’s fine; you are quite quiet for your size.” She said. “Almost nimble, must be good for your line of work.” “Indeed.” He said, looking over at her. “Sometimes not so much, like now.” She giggled, and she was horrified. She’s never giggled like this before, and she could feel her ears warming up. She felt embarrassed over the noise and bit her lip, trying to conceal any emotion. “He’s beautiful…your horse.” “Yes,” She said, letting go of her lip, now looking at him and Harwin's eyes still on her, with that warm smile. “He's fast as well; Dorne is known for fast horses.” “We should have a race, you and I,” He said, moving closer with a different smile, and she perked an eyebrow over to him. “I don’t even know your name.” She teased as his eyebrows rose, and he laughed a bit. “I forget myself.” He said, now putting his hand out, and Nymeria put her hand into it; his hands were calloused, warm, and relatively large compared to her petite hand. He brought it gently to his lips, and she watched him as he watched her. “Ser Harwin Strong.” He said over to her. His lips brushed against her knuckles. She smiled, almost smitten, not wholly smitten. She could wrap her fingers into his curls and pull at them. His lips looked soft and delicious against hers; she looked back at him and noticed he was watching her. “Nymeria Targaryen.” She said the last name was still new but ignored the feeling. “The talk of court right now.” He said softly as he towered over her. “It’s been nice to not have whispers be about the Princess.” “Have their whispers?” “Yes, loads. My sisters love the gossip.” He teased with a smile. “but it’s all gossip, no truth to it.” “I believe your words.” She smiled at him. “seems like you have a fondness for the Princess?” She asked, now looking over at him. “She to be our Queen; it’s treason to not like her.” He teased back as she narrowed her eyes. “I think she’s a lovely girl, trapped with enemies.” “Yes, it seems like we are in similar boats.” She said back to him, and he perked an eyebrow at her. “And You, are you ready for a Queen to sit on the Iron Thorne?” She knew she was giving him whiplash, but she had to know his thoughts. She had to tell because she couldn’t be smitten with a traitor and men who couldn’t see a woman ruling. There is plenty of men in Dorne that would not mind a queen, and she would go back to them to get wed. “She is the heir and has every right to be on the throne.” He said to her. “She is to be always protected.” She rolled her lips as she looked up at him, even more smitten. He looked at her and was serious with his words as if it was an Oath, and she loved it. She loved when men bent the knee to a woman, and she couldn’t believe this man was for it. “I can’t wait for her to be our Queen.” all Nymeria said back as he nodded to her. “I would like to have that race…with you.” He laughed now, causing Star-Fyre to neigh loudly over to them, and the pair looked over at the horse. He was nodding his head up and down and neigh again. “I think he’s excited about it,” Harwin said as she looked back at him. “Yes, I think he is…I am as well.” She smiled, calming Star Fyre, and Harwin smirked at her. 

She pets Star Fyre to soothe him; she turns her head to Harwin as he smiles at her. “I heard there will be a feast for your arrival.” He said as she nodded her head now. “And among other things.” “Among other things, you mean my hand in marriage?” She asked as he let out a huff of a laugh. “Yes, I supposed it would be.” “You like any of the lads?” “I just got here.” She teased him. “But I may have my eye on one.” “Oh really?” His interest was piqued. “I wonder who the lucky lad is.” “Hmm.” She said, now letting go of Star-Fyre's nuzzle; she turned on her heel to walk out and listened to see if Harwin followed. He purposely made sounds with his feet causing her to smile. “I think you know.” “Oh, do I?” he asked, letting out a little laugh. “well, I hope him the best of luck; many men will be there.” “Yes, I would suppose so.” She said, feeling his presence next to her, and he was so warm, instantly warming her up from the cool air around her. “I think…we should race tomorrow.” She said, now looking at him. “So quickly?” He asked. “I don’t know if my horse is ready.” He winked as she rolled her eyes at him. 

“Yes, I think tomorrow would be a perfect day. Who knows when the feast will be? I would like to understand the culture here more.” She said to him, and he smirked back over at her. “Tomorrow it is….before dawn?” He asked as she nodded her head over to him, as they walked more in public, and she saw the courtly ladies watching them. 

“Before Dawn, it is.” She said, and she smiled back at him. He quickly grabbed her hand and gave it another kiss. “I must be off, my lady.” He said, “Kings Watch Duty.” He said as she nodded her head over to him. “Till Tomorrow, Ser Harwin.” She said over to him as he nodded his head walking away. Nymeria couldn’t wait for tomorrow and burst at the seams over it. She couldn’t wait for her time with Harwin; she knew his name now and could talk to him with no one around. As she went off to tell Cedra, she saw Rhaenyra approaching her with a wide smile. “We have a dragon to meet!” 

[horizon-verizon]

Why would Alys send Aemond to his death when it doesn't benefit her at all? She is better off being the mistress of the prince regent than some woman with a bastard she claims is his true born son. This idea that she sends him to his death to avenge her family is a funny one to me. They were distantly related at best and she was their servant. The dance itself is about a family killing each other for power so family has limited meaning for some, more so if you're a bastard.

EDIT: (link) I think Alys sent Aemond to his death to protect herself or at least didn't stop him because there was no world where she wasn't in constant danger beside him, even if he took her to KL. The people around the greens or a part of them (especially Alicent, this conservative woman who, like her show counterpart, thinks about appearances), would try to remove or use her.

I don't think she was as attached to him as he was to her, even if there was some sort of reluctant affection from her (not quite full-fledged Stockholm syndrome, since I think she always maintained her eye on the prize: self-preservation).

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A)

Alys could send Aemond to his death because he made her his war prize and immediately began having sex with her after destroying her means of living (look at point “B”, there’s more).

Alys is referred to many times as Aemond’s “bedmate”. Her purpose is sexual.

No trueborn Strong was spared, nor any bastard save...oddly...Alys Rivers. Though the wet nurse was twice his age (thrice, if we put our trust in Mushroom), Prince Aemond had taken her into his bed as a prize of war.

(”Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

So here is this guy who has literally made a pile of heads out of the children and adults you have seen or interacted with, even causally, for years. It's still traumatic to see them die violently in front of your very eyes, or know how they died. Even if you didn't love them, you knew them. Plus, if we believe that Aemond even killed kids, that would induce a lot of fear and panic in those left behind, even if they didn't like kids. Women and girls get raped by occupying soldiers often in all sorts and periods of war, too. But otherwise, it's usually a heartbreaking thing to know/witness: the violent murders of children. No one good or sane approves or ignores to see the most vulnerable people get killed or abused.

She also seems to show some compassion for that messenger that Aemond was going to beat up. So I imagine she would have been horrified by the live-extermination before. I see little reason why Alys would not be affected similarly as that is the usual response to such, and if you argue otherwise you need very good evidence in the text/context.

Again, Aemond murders these male Strongs -- man and child-- openly. For everyone left to witness...

Do you actually think that Alys would have seen this and thought, "hmmm this guy will take good care of me (specifically in the moment and right after when he chooses her out of others to keep) and respect me or care of my feelings beyond his own"? You’d have to present a good reason and evidence to suggest how she’d know of his coming, which admittedly reveals how little we know of Alys and her true abilities or even if she was a witch or if she was just Aemond’s “type”.

Here is another, earlier example of what war prizes actually were, as opposed to a legitimate paramour or mistress:

Bold Jon Roxton became enamored of the beautiful Lady Sharis Footly, the wife of the Lord of Tumbleton, and claimed her as a “prize of war.”. When her lord husband protested, Ser Jon cut him nigh in two with Orphan Maker, saying, “She can make widows too,” as he tore the gown from the weeping Lady Sharis.

(”Rhaenyra Triumphant”)

And Ian Plate writes this in his article:

The treatment of women as objects, used to mark male prestige, appears in our earliest extant Greek literature, Homer's Iliad. Here, women are valued as prizes in competition between men, awarded to acknowledge relative male prowess.

There is no consent here, at all. None. And little guarantee of safety.

B)

Never said or claimed that she DEFINITELY sent Aemond to his death for her family. Never even said she cared or loved them.

I said she materially depended on the Strongs for her own living. 

She may not have loved them per se but it’s possible that she would still feel like she lost some sort of "home" as well as her means for living and economic support -- as she lived with them all her life, had memories, and grew up with them in her formative years. To have that gone in such violence RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER FACE will still discombobulate your sense of security as I already said, so that's another motivation against Aemond.

Though breastfeeding was not always a respected job and she would not have been as respected as the bastard closer in relation, she did relatively better as their wetnurse than if she married outside and became a “serf”’s wife. Which is probably why she even stayed for so long, as we see by her age (not old, but she never chose to marry and have kids elsewhere and she was estimated to be in her late 30s to mid 40s...which is old to not have a family to these medieval persons).

Aemond, destroying her means to live, thus made her much more vulnerable, giving her a less stable life. War prizes depend on their captor and their captor alone. (I go into Alys’ vulnerability if she had gone with him to King’s Landing or if Alicent knew about her below). That is enough for a person to hate him even without the war prize event. 

But add the war prize to it, with her history of losing children (wet-nurses were women who weaned their child too early or lost their infants very early...hence their ability to breastfeed), forcing her to get pregnant again and scrounging up her past miscarriages or stillbirths...Alys sees Aemond murders this Strong kids (even if she weren't close to them), and remembers her own loss....trauma reborn.

There’s a lot to hate and fear Aemond for.

C)

Official, "true" paramours and other mistresses historically are not usually war prizes. War prizes are those who were captured and taken as reward for an individual’ military prowess and conquest, as I’ve already stated.

While paramours, mistresses, and war prizes all occupy this strange space of “lover of a lord/warrior under his sociopolitical authority and dependent on him”, because war prizes literally have no choice in the face of harm or violence after being captured, they are not like other mistresses or paramours. They are not “free”. Their lives don’t really matter as much to anyone but their captors, who can decide when they live and when they die. Mistresses and paramours like Samantha Tarly, Ellaria Sand, Barbra Bracken, Bellegere Otherys, etc. have a lot more freedom since they weren’t taken as prizes during/after the captor’s victory and usually have some backing from families and even husbands. Some money independent from their lovers to fall back on, even if they received some moneys from said lover. They are protected by customs and/or self-allocated resources and connections.

Thus, they would very likely and often not be treated as well as the average paramour/mistress, who weren't bonded to the lord in a war/violence/reward context. 

Of course, having a child would make Alys and other war prizes’ prospects a bit more politically “better”, since lords are still expected to take care of their bastards or look out for their well being in some capacity. However, realistically, this puts both Alys and her kid in more danger, with that kid now traced back to Aemond. 

What would the others (Otto, Aegon, Alicent) have thought and done about this child to maintain their images and royal image even if it’s a man/Aemond and not Helaena having a bastard? By how they neglect Aegon’s bastards, I’d imagine they’d try to get rid of Alys’ child. Maybe not violently, but...it's just not in Alys' interests to be perceived as a nuisance or even as a "thing" that creates a flaw in the greens' image or nettle Aemond's mother. Viserys II forced Aegon IV's mistress, Megette, to leave even after birthing Aegon's first set of kids, 3 daughters. Megette was eventually beaten to death by her husband. Daeron is one of those who supposedly looks at Jon Roxton in “horror” when he rapes the Lady of Tumbleton and kills her husband. Which happens presumably before Aemond takes Alys. Which means that this image of Hightower religious and moral purity is tainted by Aemond’s action. What if the Hightowers had won, Aemond came back with Alys to court? Especially with the rumors of Alys being a witch and Alicent/the Hightowers being so religious or seeming so....

You see the issue here, for Alys? It’s actually best if Aemond dies and she gets to run off, even if she didn't know what the other greens were like.

And that's the issue in her perspective as a war prize: the future is a lot more unpredictable and likelier to be dangerous than it was before. And we still don't know how Alys's probable visions work...does she just get them out of the blue, or can she focus and see events yet to happen? Both? Can she ever really trust those visions?

[navree]

Personally I headcanon that Aegon and Visenya got married to each other while their parents or at least their father was alive. But that he died before rhaenys became old enough to marry and thats why she wasnt married of to someone else. Rhaenys might have been bethroted but I dont think aegon would have too much care about breaking that.

Yeah, I'm definitely also of the opinion that Aegon and Visenya's marriage was something that Aerion at the very least was pushing quite heavily, and that he was the one who put the kibosh on any attempts either Aegon or Visenya might have made to get him not to do it. So that was the original marriage, and then as soon as Aerion kicked it or at the very least became too infirm to be the Lord of Dragonstone anymore and Aegon was given full responsibilities, Aegon decided to buck Aerion's desires and add Rhaenys to the marriage (possibly with or without Visenya's input, since I'm of the belief she wasn't stoked either, not to mention my personal "Visenya was in love with Rhaenys" train that I will never get off of).

Rhaenys was only a year or two younger than Aegon, and therefore only three or four years younger than Visenya, so if they were of marriageable age, she might have been negotiated into a betrothal by that point. I don't think it got all the way, considering that there likely would have been some documentation of that fact, especially if it got broken off, but there was likely something in the docket or whatever, before Aegon took it upon himself to end negotiations. And there is precedent for Aegon taking a second wife that he could employ against anyone else who was more on Aerion's side of the debacle at Dragonstone, Aenar apparently had numerous wives, so there is a precedent not just in Valyrian culture but in the Targaryen family tree specifically. And then he went for it, because the power of true love always prevails.

[dulcewrites]

non one dimensional alys can be written to actually have good relationship with the strongs and actually grieve them when they're gone. witches dont always have to be solitary beings

I mean she doesn’t have to solitary at all…. I just personally think the likelihood of her having a good relationship is slim. Especially if she does have any relation to larys, who has no problem killing his brother and dad lmao

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#the people upset about Criston being Dornish are constantly stating Dorne is white so why does it really matter? (via @thewitchqueenofharrenhal)

i say ‘i’d love to know why’ but i know the reason people on twitter are actually weird about criston being dornish is that they view media in terms of overwatch diversity points and the team with more overwatch diversity points is morally superior. same as the alicent wasn’t a child bride argument it’s a concern to concede like. abused(5points) woman(3points) dornish(7points) lowborn(6points) because, if diversity is morally weighted, that would imply you think the greens are morally defensible or even superior to rhaenyra. leading to this bizarre refusal to acknowledge these morally neutral traits characters have. anyway clubfoot(10points) so unfortunately larys still 🔛🔝

[ginger-danica-snapps]

Elia, Ashara, Rhaenys, Aegon, and Balerion. I'm going to go cry now.

[axelsagewrites]

Hey, can I please request Jacaerys x aunt!reader where he goes to her after the dance as she had been imprisoned in the dungeons and he offer her to let him have her or she'll be sentenced to death or sum. And reader is as pious and religious as Alicent and she is horrified by the idea of being sullied by ""bastard seed"" but she reveals to be c0ck-drunk by the end of it?

Jace Velaryon*Perfect Wife

Pairing: Jace x f!reader

Word count: 2809

Warnings: dub con, imprisonment, held at knife point (not during smut), praise, degradation, nipple play, p in v sex, hickeys, spanking, bruising, forced marriage, smut 18+c

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You weren’t much of a warrior. You had been raised the way a princess should have been. Well, that’s what your mother told you. However, when two days had passed since Aemond and Aegon had left to confront Rhanerya, and everyone refused to tell you what was happening you decided to get the hell out of there on your dragon.

Maybe you’d end up in Essos and sell a dragon egg for a home. Maybe even Dorne. You could try throw yourself on their mercy. After all, their ambassadors had always seemed to enjoy your company. However, all your plans soon crumbled when you accidentally flew into what you’d assumed to be an empty clearing.

You’d landed in a small field and had quickly tried to ‘borrow’ an apple from a local farm when you felt a strong grip on your arm and a sharp blade on your neck. So cold it had to be Valyrian steel. “And who do we have here?” you recognised Jace’s voice clearly. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you pretty girls shouldn’t go about dawdling?”

-

The stone floors bruised your knees each time you knelt to pray but you didn’t complain or even wince at the pain. You’d counted the days you’d been here by etching marks in the stone with the corner of your Seven-star necklace your mother had given you. 27 days so far. Each morning you prayed. Well, what you thought was morning. Then each afternoon then evening. Each time to a different member of the seven. Even the stranger since perhaps the god of death was the one you truly needed right now.

“My lady,” a sing song voice called out, “Lunch is ready,” Jace said as he approached your cell with his usual grin. He didn’t come every day but when he did it only seemed to add to your punishment. “I made sure to pick you the freshest apple,” he crouched down, holding it out to you.

You kept your eyes on the ground as you tried to finish your prayer, “C’mon now. They’re clearly not listening to you,” he mocked, sitting down the tray in front of the bars to your cell.

Still, you ignored him as you wrapped them up. Jace sighed and just as you finished your prayers he stood, taking the tray with him. “Where are you going?” you called, moving to stand on your feet and grabbing the bars, “That’s my food,”

“No this is my food,” he said, as if he was calling the sky blue, “And you never took it,”

“I was praying!”

“Not fast enough,” he teased. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to acknowledge the heir to Westeros,” he said as he turned to leave.

“My brothers not here,” you mumbled, turning around to go take your place on the wooden bench they called a bed.

The wine cup clattered against the wall, missing your head by only an inch. You span on your heels to confront him, but the only trace was your food dropped on the ground in a head and the apple slowly rolling towards your cell.

It stopped just out of arm’s length of the bars as if the gods really were mocking you. It took you laying on the ground, stretching out the tips of your fingernails to manage to roll it closer so you could grab it. You consoled yourself knowing he never came twice in one day.

Yet this time he did.

Jace arrived with a meal so nice looking it almost reminded you of what you used to eat. There was even a whole chicken leg on it. when he saw the apple core in the corner of your cell Jace couldn’t help but laugh. “Here,” he said, reaching it out for you to try manoeuvre through the bars when he suddenly pulled it back, “Aren’t you going to thank your prince?”

“Thank you,” you glared, reaching your hand out.

Jace just smirked, “Thank you what?”

“Thank you, dear nephew,” you offered with a fake smile.

“Say it. say that I am the true heir, a true prince, and I will be most obliged to give you this chicken leg. Straight from the queens table,” he said, showing it to you once more just to rub it in.

You could feel your stomach rumble, but you couldn’t say it. not after all this time. Not after all the battles. Not for a chicken leg. “My mother isn’t here,” you said through gritted teeth.

Jace reached through the bars, grabbing your neck before you could react. His grasp was tight but despite his fingers digging into your skin you weren’t afraid, “I can only be so patient,” he warned before letting you go. He turned to leave, taking the food with him, “besides, who said your mother is even alive?” he mocked before slamming the door shut behind him.

The stalemate continued for another day and a half and suddenly you were regretting not rationing the apple. At least the guards had kept your water jug topped up, but you didn’t want to risk that being taken too.

“I have a new deal,” Jace said, walking in empty handed.

“Where’s my food?” you said, not even standing from where you sat on your bed.

“That’s not very polite,” Jace tutted, leaning against the bars, “How would you like to get out of here?” you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the idea. Something Jace seemed to revel in. he unlocked your cell and despite wanting to run you sat still as he closed the door behind him. “Come here. Let me get a closer look at you,”

You wanted to slap him but instead you stood up and slowly crossed the floor while Jace’s eyes scanned your frame. “Still so beautiful,” he mumbled before he finally brought his eyes back to yours as your cheeks burned, “I have a new proposal for you,” he said, reaching to stroke your cheek. He was gentle but you still flinched at his touch.

He stepped closer, moving his hand down till he was toying with your necklace, his eyes not so subtly on your chest, “Marry me,” he said, and you instantly grimaced at his words, “Be my wife and I will let you free,”

“I wouldn’t be free,” you snapped, “I’d be the wife of a bastard, a nobody, a waste of space- “you began to spit your venom at him only to be cut off by his tight grasp around your neck.

“I wouldn’t be so hasty if I was you,” he warned, “What I’m offering is generous. You should hear what Daemon had planned for you,” he dropped his grip and you instantly stepped back, trying to recatch your breath.

Jace slowly began to circle you, eyeing you up from every angle as you silently thought over his offer when suddenly a thought popped into your head, “What’s in it for you? Last time I checked you already had a betrothed,”

“Alliances can change, we both know that” he drawled, his chest pressed against your back while his hand grazed your hip. Not mine, you thought, but you stayed silent instead. “Besides I need a wife. Someone to show off in court,” his hand trailed up from your hip to your waist making you shudder through the thin dress they’d gave you, “Someone to bear children. Someone to warm my bed,” he said, his lips pressed against your ear.

His hand went to move to your front, but you grabbed his wrist before he could touch anything, “I’d rather die,” you spat.

Jace grabbed your hips, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest, “That can be arranged,” he warned but he still wore his teasing smirk, “You think you’d survive here without me? A pretty young things like yourself in nothing but her night dress roaming around court, think of the scandals. Gods help you if you even make it out the castle. What do you think the small folk would do with a princess like you?”

“Perhaps they’d save me. If they believed in the true king,” you said, trying to hold firm but feeling yourself shake.

He chuckled under his breath, “There is only a queen. C’mon, I can’t be that bad surely. You saying you’ve never thought about it?” he said, his hand moving down to your ass, his lips moving to your ear, “Its not just the gods who know your dirty little secrets,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your neck.

“I want my dragon back,” you said suddenly making Jace lift his head from where he’d been dragging his lips across your neck, “If I’m to be your wife,”

“As soon as your belly swells with my seed,” he said, “Anything else?”

It felt like a trap, but you tried anyway, “And separate rooms. I don’t want to see you more than I have to,”

He chuckled this time, “That can be arranged, anything else?” you eyed him carefully before shaking your head no. one child and then you could escape with your dragon. It would take a year, maybe two, and then you’d be free. “Good. I shall have them draw up a treaty. But in the meantime,” he said, grabbing your ass so suddenly you gasped, “I want some kind of reassurance you won’t back out,”

“And what’s that?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” he said making the words dry up in your throat, “And if I didn’t know any better id say you wanted me too,”

“And if I say no?” you asked.

Jace dropped his grip, but a smirk fell on his lips as he began to walk away. “Then no deal,” he said, reaching for the door.

“Wait!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm. Jace turned his gaze back to you with a knowing smirk, “I suppose if you are to be my husband. The gods, they’d understand,” you said, trying to rationalise it all.

Jace moved closer to you till his chest was flush against yours, “I’m sure they’d understand after all,” he said, pushing the hair out of your face, “Who could blame you for wanting some pleasure in your life?” he said, his hand trailing down till he grabbed your tit, squeezing it softly, “Why would something that feels so good be so wrong?” he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling lower to your thighs, toying with the hem of his dress.

His lips moved to kiss down your jaw, across your neck till he was kissing your undiscovered sweet spot making you moan softly. His arms moved to slip around your waist, pulling you somehow closer to him as your hands rested on his shoulders. You gasped when he squeezed your ass and winced at the quick slap, he gave it before his hands moved to the hem of your dress.

The cold air rushed over your frame, making your nipples harden as Jace pulled the dress over your head in one swoop. The only thing to cover you was your necklace but right now that felt even worse. Jace’s eyes travelled your frame, soaking up every inch, “The gods have blessed me with you,” he murmured.

“You do not know the gods,” you glared but Jace just chuckled as his hands went to cup your tits, stroking his thumbs over your perked nipples making you whimper.

“Perhaps you don’t either,” he said as he led you by your hips to your bed. He sat on it, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you into his lap.

His lips moved to your collarbones, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Your brain told you to push him away, but a strange feeling was overcoming your body as his hands moved to your hips. You could feel a hard bulge under his trousers as he began to move your hips, pushing your core onto his clothed cock. You moaned at the friction, his bulge rubbing perfectly against your clit sending shock waves up your body.

Soon you felt your hips begin to buck and move of their own accord. You felt his smirk against your skin as his hands moved to your tits. You gasped when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers making you moan. “Oh god,” you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he took one into his mouth, sucking on the perked bud.

You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, your moans growing louder as you took the gods in vain at the top of your lungs. You felt your peak hit you like a boulder before you slumped into Jace’s chest.

He moved to kiss your cheek with a chuckle. “Not even fucked you yet and look at you,” Jace said, slipping his hand down to rub against your sensitive core making your body lurch, “So wet for me,” he praised, his hand moving to unlace his trousers. “Can’t wait to see what my cock does to you,”

Before you could protest you felt his tip pressing into your entrance. You gasped, your hands moving to grab his shoulders, “Aw,” Jace pouted, “Does it hurt?” he mocked, pushing you down further, “Too fucking bad,” he practically growled as he used your hips to push you all the way down.

You almost screamed at the feeling, as if you were being split in half but Jace groaned, throwing his head back against the wall as you felt his cock twitch inside you, “Fuck you’re so tight,” he praised, giving you a moment to adjust. Your hips betrayed you again, moving without your mind thinking making him chuckle.

“Such a desperate little thing,” Jace mocked, grabbing your jaw as you tried to move away. His thumb ran over your bottom lip before using it to pry your mouth open, resting it on your tongue, “Good girl,” he praised, his free hand moving your hips.

“Fuck,” you gasped as you felt him hit all the right spots. You gave up trying to resit as your hips began to grind onto his cock.

Jace’s hands moved to your hair, grabbing it suddenly and pulling it back so he could have full access to your neck. You were sure by the way he kissed it there would be marks tomorrow but that didn’t matter now. Your hands went to his hair, tugging it softly making him growl against your skin.

His free hand went to your ass, grabbing it tightly before suddenly leaving stinging slaps against the soft flesh. You could feel your second peak fast approaching and when Jace moved to run quick circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves you felt your cunt squeeze around him as it came crashing down again.

“Fuck,” Jace mumbled, a stream of profanity tumbling from his lips as his hands moved to your hips so he could fuck you through your orgasm, “You feel so good,” he praised, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You felt yourself coming down from your high and his movements began to slow, “Don’t stop Jace. Please gods don’t stop,” you began to beg, and you could feel his smirk.

“Begging suits you,” he teased, grabbing your jaw so he could make you face him, “You look so good right now. So drunk on my cock. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you whined, “I need you please,”

“Aw my poor baby,” he teased, “So desperate for her king,”

“Yes,” you weren’t even thinking any longer, and a spark ignited behind his eyes, “Need you. Want you my king,” you moaned.

Jace grabbed your hips tightly, standing suddenly before turning as you back slammed against the wall. You winced until you felt his hips begin to snap up against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against you. This new angle had him hitting newer spots that had your legs wrapping tight around him.

“So good,” Jace mumbled against your skin as you felt a third orgasm approaching, “My perfect little wife,” his words sent you tumbling over the edge.

Jace couldn’t resist anymore as your cunt squeezed around his cock and with a couple more pumps, he began to spill his seed. His thrusts became slow as he rode out his own peak, fucking his seed deep inside you. You were both panting as he pulled out, his forehead resting against yours as your feet finally hit the ground again.

“I always knew you had a dark side in you,” Jace chuckled as he pulled away.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you in your sleep, husband,” you threatened but the last word made him smile. Maybe this was a good trade after all.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

For the jace and baela scene, reader could be a Tyrell or dornish? I saw that you liked them. I want her to be light and sweet and compassionate, but able to hold jace’s character.

When I saw this scene in the leaks, I had to re-write it...and add the cuteness the show did not

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Jacaerys had not been present when Rhaenyra's great plan turned into a carnage. His hatred for the dragonseeds was so strong you fear he would have taken a small pleasure watching them burn. 

A shiver ran down your back at the images. 

You thought it was cruel of the Queen to block the doors when Vermithor blazed fire on the dragonseeds who tried to get inside. But you understood Rhaenyra’s decision. There were other dragons on the island. Wild ones. These people all had a drop of Valyrian blood in them. They could claim one of the wild dragons...and turn on her — as Jacaerys feared. 

By eliminating them, it lessened the chances of someone claiming a wild dragon and using it against her.

After a bearded man named Hugh finally claimed Vermithor, you went looking for your betrothed. He was not outside with Vermax, nor in his chambers. 

Noticing the frown on your brows and your pacing in the corridors, a guard informed you that he saw the prince heading to the library hours ago. You thanked him, and found Jacaerys sitting at a table with a hoard of books around him. He must have come here when he saw the dragonseeds arriving on Dragonstone. 

From your angle, you could see a pout on his lips as he rested his head on his fist. His back was to you, so he didn’t see you come in. 

‘’It does not befit a prince to pout.’’ Your tone was teasing and light, contrasting to his sulking.

‘’I’m not pouting,’’ Jacaerys denied, not moving. 

You took the stack of books from the chair next to his and set it on the table so you could sit on the chair. ‘’What would you call it, then?’’ You raised a brow and poked his pushed out lips.

It usually put his pouting to an end, but his face stayed icy. ‘’I’m reading,’’ he said, turning the page of the book before him. 

��’While your mother waits?’’ 

He ignored your question, still upset and bitter about the bastard dragonseeds.

A part of you understood Rhaenyra's desire for wanting riders for the two unclaimed dragons. She never thought it would be possible, but Adam of Hull proved to her that the Valyrian blood in bastards was strong enough to claim Seasmoke. Having more dragons on her side will benefit her against the Greens and Vhagar.

But another was aching for Jacaerys. He was made fun of all his childhood for his non-Valyrian features, and these bastards were praised for succeeding in claiming a dragon. 

‘’You’re angry,’’ you stated, rubbing his back in an attempt to sooth him. 

You’ve been comforting him a lot lately, but nothing you knew seemed to work today. 

Jacaerys finally turned to look at you, his eyes hard from his anger. ‘’Aren’t you?’’ 

You released a breath. ‘’I don’t see what good it would do.’’

‘’They are insults to us. To what makes us Targaryen. If any common lout can ride a dragon, then—’’ 

‘’That does not make you common!’’ 

In the year and half you had known Jacaerys, it was striking to you that he had nothing of a common-born. He was raised as royalty, and educated like a prince — an heir. He was well-behaved, silver tongued, and the son of Queen Rhaenyra. He carried her royal blood. 

He glanced at you again, then turned away to stare at the table. ‘’You know what I am…’’ 

‘’I don’t care,’’ you said truly. 

In Dorne, bastards were not looked down upon the way they are in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. But they did not inherit from their parents the same as their legitimate children. They were acknowledged, cared after, but never allowed to claim a crown or title that had not been given to them. 

‘’You are the crown prince,’’ you continued, ‘’the son of the rightful Queen, and here you are sulking because you believe that if not for the dragon, or the trappings of your station, that you are nothing.’’ You took Jacaerys’ hand in yours, chuckling lightly. ‘’Do you believe you are the first noble heir who was not sired by his noble father? Such is the way of the world, Jace, and in resenting it, you only diminish yourself.’’

Jacaerys leaned his head back on the chair, still pouting. ‘’Easy enough to say. I’ve heard the whispers the whole of my life.’’ You could hear the deep rooted trauma and scars in his voice. 

‘’Then prove to them that you are worthy. Get up and take your place by your mother’s side. You and she had your differences lately, but she’ll never replace you by one of them. No one can replace a mother's first son.’’ 

He was silent for a few moments, staring at the ceiling of the dark library, and took in your words. No one can replace a mother's first son. She had him when she herself was a child. There was no one she loved more than him. 

Jacaerys turned to face you, his eyes softening. Your reassurances made him see reason. He was still upset, but he found comfort in your words. 

He gripped your hand, and pulled you close. Closeness was his way of finding comfort. When you were settled upon his lap, his hands went to your hips, holding you against him. 

Even then, you noticed he was still pouting. You thought the gesture was utterly cute, but you wouldn’t tell him that. 

You gently tilted his head to look at you and leaned down to kiss him. ‘’No more pouting.’’

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[lovedreamer11]

The day people realize that a strong female character is not just a woman in armor with a sword in her hands who regrets that she was not born a man will be one of the best days of my life.

Because what happens to Emma's character, and to any female character in HotD, is truly pathetic.

Yes, in Asoiaf and Got there are strong female warriors Arya, Brienne, Alyssa Targaryen, Baela, Ygritte, Meera, Black Aly, Asha, Obara and Nymeria Sand.

But were Olenna, Margaery, Queen Rhaenys, Missandei, Val, Tyene and Sarella Sand, Daenerys, Sansa, Shiera, Elaena, Rhaenyra, Alysanne, Rhaena, even Alicent, weak just because they were feminine and did not fight with physical force? Or even Meria Martell, the old Yellow Toad of Dorne, who was not a warrior, but it was during her reign that Dorne remained unconquered, and one of the Conquerors fell in battle along with his dragon.

Visenya and Daena fit both of these categories. They were both fierce beauties who could be feminine when they wanted to, but they could also defend themselves and were skilled in the use of weapons.

In any case, to be strong and be an influential person, it is not necessary to envy men and constantly wear armor. But it is much easier for the creators of HotD to give a woman a weapon or turn her into a victim than to make her character smart, charismatic and ambitious.

Everyone screams that HotD is feminist, but no. This show is as anti-feminist as possible.

[west1rosi]

i like how me and @fatedtruths decided that elia and ashara basically saw little viserys and adopted him like yes he is ours now, the little prince.

[tarantinolovesmyfeet]

Devotion and Desire

Summary: Nymeria finally lands in Kingslanding, but they are in the middle of a political game.

part 1

The trip from Drone was long, too long, Nymeria had gotten her sea legs but was ill the majority of the time. Barely well, Cedra dressed Nymeria up in a golden dress, there was a blood-red jewel in the bodice, and the stitching was red. The colors made her skin smooth and made her look like she was glowing. She wore a headpiece of golden chain wrapped in her hair, bold with a blood-red jewel.

“You look beautiful, my lady,” Cedra said with a smile, looking over the shaking girl. “Don’t be nervous.”

“They won’t accept me.”

“No, they might not.” She said, now fixing the chain in her hair, as she had a slight curl at the end of her hair. “But I feel like they will.”

Cedra gave her lady a warm smile, and her eyes were wise beyond her years, causing Nymeria to relax as she grabbed her hands, clinging to them for dear life. They stood alone in the young Taygaren's room, trying to settle her nerves.

“Sister.” She heard outside her chambers, causing her to inhale deeply before sighing, as Cedra smiled encouraging her.

“Brother.”

“May I come in?” He asked still at the door waiting for her to respond, as the girl shook whatever nerves.

“Yes.”

Her brother Darvos walked in, and he was in a mustard robe, which clung to his body and made his skin like butter. He smiled, walking into the room, walking with more authority than he ever had before. His sword was nestled by his hand, and his dark hair looked inky under the golden sun coming from outside. Darvos looked over at his sister, smiled at her, and then back at Cedra. “You’ve done it again.” He said to Cedra but grabbed Nymeria's hand, clasping it and pulling her towards him.

“Truly beautiful Nymeria, you look like a princess.”

“I- thank you.” Nymeria smiled over at her brother, and he smiled back. He was different, more confident, more a figure in charge than he had been this whole time on the ship. It was worrisome that he was acting this way.

“It’s the Dornish way.” He said when she questioned him.

There was no greeting because they came as a surprise, but she settled up on starfyre and saw the looks from others. She held her head up high as the whispers became increasingly loud. She knows her sliver hair is enough to get people going, and she kept her head up high while she rode starfyre. She could see the many ladies whispering and talking to one another from the corner of her eye. She wanted to crawl into her skin before she was to ignore them; she saw a man, a big board man looking over at her. She tried to look at him dead on, but she was told to not look at anyone yet. She felt his eyes on her, and her skin burned; she wondered what he thought. She glanced just a second and saw a handsome man; he looked strong with a head full of curls. She gave a gentle smile, and as he smiled back, nodding his head, she quickly looked back ahead. She did not want to let anyone know her face yet

But he saw it

And she allowed him to see it.

She wondered if he would wonder if he found her beautiful or graceful; would he wonder about her? Her thoughts scratched the back of her mind as she did of him. She let her mind wander, thinking of him of his strength; she thought of his curls, softening his face. She felt her stomach filled with butterflies and couldn’t contain the burning feeling within her skin.

Before she knew it, she was greeted by the king and the new young queen herself. The Queen's eyes widen, seeing the sliver hair riding on a Dornish house. King Viserys looked interested and amazed as they rode in with their horses and house banner flag high in the sky. Her mouth was dry, and her voice caught in her throat; her tongue pushed against her tongue as she looked at them. She was trying to keep all cool, but her body now burning from anticipation rather than from a smile and warm hazel eyes looking at her.

“Lady Nymeria Targaryen, lady of Dorn, house of Dayne.” She was announced and her breath was gone, and her eyes saw black spots.

“Targaryen?” Queen Alicent whispered to her husband and king, looking over toward Nymeria with many questions.

“Yes, Queen Alicent,” Darvos said now getting down his horse with ease, as he looked up to her with a dashing smile. “You see, my sister is a Targaryen as her birthright.”

“Impossible.” The hand spoke spitting out the words now glaring at the pair, especially at Nymeria as she looked down at him, with her violet hues.

“She is Targaryen as your king, she is a cousin,” Darvos said over to the young queen.

“Her dear mother was a Targaryen and should be treated as such. My sister, of silver hair and violet eyes, is the blood of the dragon,” he continued, looking over at King Viserys. “And it is her birthright to be here, to celebrate with the Princess.”

“Or to take the heir.” Otto sneered as Nymeria looked over at King Viserys with a soft but charming smile. She unmounted her horse, slowly in a theatrical way, to show she was regal, to show that she belonged. She reached the king and queen and bowed deeply, before rising up to look at the pair of them.

“I do not want to sit on the throne, my king.” She said to him. “I wish to be with family; my mother would have wanted that.”

“I’m sure she would, King Viserys this is impossible, this is a fake come here to take-“

“I am just a mere woman.” Nymeria cut him off, staring at Otto as if her eyes were sharpening a sword. “up here in your lands, women could not be an heir. I know the Princess is, and she is the rightful heir, in my eyes, raised as a Dornish woman and as the King says, but she is a rarity and not what is familiar. Before standing in this court, I would not dare put my head on the pike. I want to be family.” She said, looking over at Viserys. “that is all.”

Viserys looked over at her, almost examining her to see if she is the blood of a dragon. She allowed him to look her over, as she felt her hands were sweaty, she was nervous and she prayed her voice did not rattle while speaking to the hand.

“And who is your mother or father?” Visery asked, looking over at her as she gave a furlong smile.

“Saera Targaryen, my king.” His eyes widen a bit as he looked over at her, and as she rolled her lips between her lips keeping a steady hand.

“Little Saera?” He asked, gobsmacked as she nodded his head, and he let out a belly laugh. “I know Daemon got it from someone, Targaryen’s always wild a dragon and hot blooded too. Come here little one,” he said to her as Nymeria's hands shook even more, and her legs barely kept her up, she walked to the king feeling Alicent eyes on her.

“You look so much like your mother.” He said now pulling her into a hug, and she smiled over at him. “You are more than welcomed in my home.”

Otto was extremely irate but hid it too late for Darvos, he snarled his lip before walking into the king's home and protecting his sister. If he didn’t, who would?

Visery was very friendly to the newcomers, especially Dorne newcomers, while Otto was dismissive, which caused Darvos to make a remark back. Nymeria would share looks with Visery as they were in this sinking ship together.

“They say Dornish people are free with themselves,” Otto said, now looking over at Nymeria as she furrowed her eyebrows.

“If you mean in a sexual way, then yes, they are,” she remarked back with a shoulder shrug. “It’s very different here than it is in Dorne. Women are treated as equals rather than a shadow to their husbands.”

Otto peered an eyebrow over at her as she smiled over at him.

“It’s truly intriguing to see the different customs.”

“You are a Targaryen as you say then you have plenty.” He almost sneered but Darvos looked over at the king with a small winning smile. “Indeed.” The golden skin woman did back to him.

“Where is the Princess?” She asked, ignoring Otto.

“No doubt flying her dragon,” Visery said with a smile as her eyes widen. “You’ve never seen a dragon before?”

“No.” She shook her head with a smile, and eyes wide in wonderment. “I like to see one.”

“Yes, they truly are a marvel to look at,” Visery said. “When Rhenayera comes, you can go to the dragon pit.”

“Truly?”

Nymeria excitedly asked as her brother smile over to her even though she could see him being worried.

“Oh, that would be wonderful.”

“Wouldn’t it be Darvos?” Otto smirked into his cup as Nymeria stared at the hand with distempered; she couldn’t believe this man was so cruel, even loud about it in front of the king. Dornes and Dragons usually don’t get along. Nymeria knew that as she could see her brother's unease, but she always wondered about dragons. Her mother always talked about dragons, so it was hard not to follow suit. She wanted to be a dragon rider and bond with her mother, but she never felt the bond as she had no dragon. Even as an outcast in Dorne and now an outcast with the Targaryens, she watched her brother play the game with Otto, alicent doting on the king, and the king talking about history. Nymeria sat there in her thoughts as she listened to him with a soft smile.

That's when she heard the dragon cry out; Nymeria's ear perked up as she turned her head to look out the window, in passing seeing a Sliver of blonde hair flying behind them perched onto a yellow dragon. Nymeria's eyes widen in wonder, and a smile big on her face, causes Visery to watch the girl with a smile of his own. He knew a Targaryen when he saw one, and she was it.

She was waiting for the girl to make herself known, and Nymeria could feel her hands getting sweaty. The dornish girl was excited yet nervous about meeting the Princess, who was her age. She knew it might come across as if she was trying to become the new realm delight, but Nymeria knew she couldn’t become anything close to it. She was half Dornish and half Targaryen. She did not belong to this world or the other and never wished for it. But she wanted to have a friend; she was so lonesome in her world. She was kept away from others; because of the stares and looks. No one figured Nymeria would have anything close to a Targaryen look, and when she was born, her hair was as bright as the summer’s rays. She stood out just like her mother, and she knew she would be outcasted entirely because of her mixed bloodline. Dorne does not like the Targaryen as a whole- they’ve been at war and do not care to see one another, and she is a stark reminder of the war. Maybe…now she will find some companionship, and perhaps she will finally be welcomed. She knew Otto did not accept her, and Alicent, by extension, didn’t either. Darvos didn’t even dare to hide his distaste for the Hightower. It was becoming unsettling and unnerving to be there as Visery acted blind to the whole thing.

“Ah, Princess Rhaenyra-“ Alicent said, getting up, distracting everyone in the room; Nymeria turned in her chair to see the Princess walking windswept and beautiful. She gave the group a relatively small revered smile; she was guarded, cautious, and moving in slow strides. She was striking and dangerous; Nymeria's heart fluttered as she watched the princess with wide eyes. Darvos was up first, and Nymeria followed suit as Otto got up. Darvos glanced over to Nymeria, watching her enthrall with the princess, and he smirked, looking back over to the realm's delight. He quickly got up, meeting the princess, grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips.

“Princess, your reputation truly does you justice; you are as beautiful as the golden day sun.” He smiled over at her as she now smiled back, but her eyes were determining if he was a lying man or if he was spilling out truths. These things usually are men being disgusting, but Darvos was being honest with a bit of arse kissing.

“A lovely thing to say from a man I barely know.”

“And I am utterly stunned by your beauty.” He said with a smile. “I am Lord Darvos Dayne, we come from Dorne.”

“Dorne? Came to kings landing?” She asked with an amused smile, now looking over Nymeria with piqued interest. “And you are?”

“I am Nymeria from the house of Dayne, I am your aunt,” Nymeria said as she stood up to let the princess look over her.

“So it seems.” She said, now looking over the girl from Dorne. “Do you claim the Targarygen name?”She was asking from the house, she was a protector, and she wanted to see what the Dornish girl would say or act. The golden skin girl looked at the princess with a smile as she knew the game they were playing.

“I am; I am Nymeria Targaryen my mother is Saera Targaryen. I am not a dragon rider, but I can and will speak Vaylerian.”

“Well, not all Targaryens ride a dragon.” She smiled over to Nymeria as the girl smiled back. “And we can always find you one.” She teased as Darvos let out a nervous laugh.

“I would like that.” Nymeria looked at the Princess with wonderment but slight attraction.

Rhaenyra was beautiful, a true Targaryen with long blonde hair, taller than most women, and stunning eyes, and she looked at you as if she was trying to figure you out. The look, the eyes, piqued Nymeria as she stared back with her own look. Nymeria was always known in Dorne as having flirty eyes; one look at you and most people would get flushed. When she was around people, most men did want her and tried for her hand, and for them to be between her legs, but she always dismissed them, pulled them long enough for them to desperately want her and she would always find a way to distract herself out of it. Nymeria hasn’t lost her maiden as much as Otto wants to make it seem. She was very to herself, teaching her history and being groomed by her family to be a Targaryen even her father would bound her time learning many things about Dorne. She was well-versed in politics, and she knew a lot of history on both sides. She also knew the North very well; her father always cried about her not being a man because in the Westro she would go farther as a man than when she was born. So now, with her as the heir of the kingdom, she wondered why her father stressed about men and how they would treat her.

“You’re from Dorne; what’s it like?” Rhaenyra asked, now sitting next to her, ignoring Otto, Alicent, and even Nymeria’s brother; she lifted her cup to her lips but kept her eyes on the golden skin Targaryen.

“Different than here, warmer, more welcoming, and the food is different more spices.”

“Really? She asked with a smile. “I wonder what it is like to eat there? And how much warmer?”

“Very. I’m quite cold here.” She said over to the Princess as her skin was covered in goosebumps, the Rhaenyra looked down at her arms, pursing her lips over at the girl. And a bright idea came to her.

“Want to go to my room? I have some firewood, and we can keep warm. Possibly drink spice wine, and you can tell me everything about Dorne.”

Nymeria didn’t know what Rhaenyra saw in her, maybe a friend, a companion, possibly even a better family female figure in her life, but she was happy about it. She dreamt of the day of she and Nyra were close; she wouldn’t figure they would be friends so quickly but she could see the loneliness in the young Princess's eyes, and Nymeria knew her eyes reflected the same.

“I would love that,” Nymeria said as Rhaenyra got up quickly, grabbing the girl's hands and intertwining their fingers together, causing Nymeria to smile and feel her chest burn up. She looked over the group, and Alicent had looked hurt, and dismayed over their hands as her eyes were locked on it. Visery smiled brightly over to them, as did Darvos almost a little smirk to his lips, before covering it up in a cup. Otto looked like he was murderous but he hid it rather quickly as if it was a fleeting emotion once he noticed both girls looking at him.

“Good night father.” Rhaenyra said with a small smile spinning on her heel pulling the girl with her.

“Oh, good night!” Nymeria said quickly as she was pulled out of the room with all the eyes on them.

She wasn’t sure if she was happy or nervous over the poor manners but she was with the Princess…nothing could go wrong….or she believed.

Part 3