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[writingsofwesteros]

Imagine once. The princess sitting on the floor with her baby. Her husband in a chair close to her with a book in his hand. But mostly he watches as she plays with the child. Covering them in her fur cloak and then pulling it back, uncovering them and making a shocked face. The child laughs as if it’s the most entertaining thing there ever was.

She cannot see it, as her back is to him. But her husband isn’t reading much of the book. Instead he’s watching them. Even smiling.

How uncharacteristic of him. Getting attached to his Targaryen wife and the little child she’s given him.

It’s rather hard to view either of them as a means to an end anymore. As he watches her scoop the child up in her arms and kiss his little head. They’re so much more than pieces in some game. Infinitely more precious

The little boy's laughter echoes in the room as she cuddles him close. Its not long before she turns around and notices her husband reading. "Do you want us to go, husband?" She whispered out, keen not to disturb his quiet and down time.

"No..not at all.." Its the only answer he gives her whilst her babe is soon reaching for the many toys in the wooden box that had appeared one day

(I imagine he commissions a portrait of them three)

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

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hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

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lord bolton's bastard killed him

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oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

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TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (21)

21. The dangerous Road

MASTERLIST

Summary: War came at a heavy price

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, death of a character, war and all that comes with it, mentions of pedicide (killing of a baby), threats of non-con, technically adultery, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: Like I said, the pace is picking hehe, and it will get dark for a couple of chapters. SO SORRY FOR THIS LOVES

“I bled once”, you whispered to the maester, “but the symptoms hadn't stopped, I thought to be with child”

“after the birth of a child it could be tricky”, he warned with a warm smile, “forgive me my lady but I must check you out” 

It was an uncomfortable afternoon with the maester, but afterwards, you left his tower to search for Sara

The test that he had made you do was going to take time to… “develop”, so you had a couple of days before receiving any news 

Sara, and you, had started a quick net of communication throughout the North, you had contact with White Harbor, with the Lady Mara, and the Lady Bolton from the Dreadfort, all the way up to the Bear Island, even down at Widow’s watch, you exchanged ravens regularly, you even created, with Cregan, the “Dragon watchers”, dragons were faster than ravens, but you had placed outposts with huge beacons of fire that were to be lit as soon as they see or hear them, so as soon as it is lit, the next one will light them also, creating a line of fire to be seen miles away in Winterfell

You were nervous, the people were nervous, you had yet to receive news of Cregan, but if you think about it more carefully, it could be dangerous for him to be writing where they are and where theta e going, letters can be easily intercepted, an the last months you realized people who believe a man should have priority to ascend the Iron Throne over a woman is bigger than you expected.

You could have Aegon royalists within Winterfell without even knowing 

When you found Sara, you gasped

She was a mess, clutching to her own chest, heaving and crying by the window in her room

“Sara!”. you called for her name, running to her, hugging her, “what happened?”

“I don’t know!”, she managed to whine, “I saw something”

“What did you see? What happened? are you alright?”, you were so confused, she was distraught

She weeped in your arms, and you hugged her to comfort her, you directed her to sit on the bed, and you cuddled her. She eventually calmed, but she still shook with the sobs

“I don’t know what happened”, she whispered, “one minute I was here, and another…I was somewhere else”

“What do you mean?”, you asked her softly

“That somehow, I was somewhere else, I was something else”, you believed in magic, you believed in people who could dream about things that were going to happen, everyone in your family knew the tale of Daenys the dreamer and how her visions saved the Targaryens from The Doom. Once you were hiding from the boys with Helaena, and she couldn’t stop whispering about stars in the middle of the day, you didn’t listen and when the boys found you you ran from them, failing to see the edge of a wooden furniture and banging your head against it, you passed for several minutes in which you could see silvery stars under your eyelids 

But this was something else

In the book Cregan had lent you, you had read about wildlings north of the wall that could take the body of animals and use them as their own… but it was only a tale, wasn’t it?

“I was in the skies”, she continued, “I was flying, I was big, I saw Dragonstone”

“Dragonstone?”, you asked

“I think it was, I- I had never seen it”, she explain, still catching her breath, “it was big and dark, seemed like it was built front he rock itself, and… had many dragons sculptures all over”, that was a fair description of the castle of your family

“What else did you see?”, you asked

“I took flight towards the west”, she said shakily, “over the seas until I could see a castle, surrounded by a powerful wall, and a small village, under the protection of another wall”, she said, she was with you, but her eyes were seeing something outside of the room, they were lost in her memories, “the castle was made of gray rock with reddened tiles in their towers”, you paled then, “a banner was hanging from the biggest one, two black wings over a white banner, in front of a checkered black and gray field”

“House Staunton”, you whispered, “a house front he crownlands, loyal to Rhaenyra”

“They were under siege, and I was going to help them, but then…”

“Sara…”, your heart was pounding in your chest

“Two huge beasts, Vhagar, and another golden dragon flew down upon me, jaws open, a breath of fire and I…”, her eyes filled with tears again and she wept in your arms, “I could smell the burnt flesh, and the reek of death!”, she weeped again, and you held her against you

“Shhh, it’s alright”, you whispered, “it is alright”

But it was not

You could feel it 

And you were made certain the very next day

“See that he is bathed gently”, you said to the main maid that took care of RIckon, “Even though he likes the heat, just like a little dragon”you giggled, playing with his feet, “I would bathe him myself but I have a meeting with the master at arms”

“Yes My lady”, she said gently, you liked her, she was sweet and cared for RIckon as he was her own, she took him gently and accommodate him in her arms

“Who is this handsome boy that needs a bath?”, she cooed, “let’s take a bath and let mommy focus on her meeting”, she said as she walked away

You smiled as you saw her leave the rooms, but were called by a pup, Rickon’s pup as he barked at you playfully, moving her triangular tail

“Don’t believe you are free of a bath!”, you chided playfully, and he barked again but ran to hide from you with a whimper. 

You giggled

They were really clever animals Direwolves 

But as you were preparing to leave your rooms to your meeting, there was a knock on the door

“Yes?”, you asked cheerfully, as you were the Lady of Winterfell, and you needed to show yourself strong, but the face the maester had, it immediately told you something was wrong

Very wrong

“I have letter for you, My Lady”, he said, he sounded apologetic

“What is it?”, you whispered

“One if from Dragonstone, but the other… is it from Harrenhal, from Aemond Targaryen”

You palet

you received the two small scrolls, your hand already trembling, you didn’t know which one to open first, you decided, that the one from Dragonstone

It surprised you to see it was from Rhaena, you had never had a personal relationship with her, but still you read the few lines she wrote

And as you did you whimpered, bitter tears falling from your eyes

Rhaenys was dead

Her and Melys had been burnt by Aemond and Aegon in both their dragons

Just like Sara described

Rhaena goes on saying  she wanted you to hear it from her, because she knew how dear you were to her grandmother and vice-versa

“No, no, no please”, you cried, clutching your chest, falling to your knees

“My Lady!”, the maester fell to the floor on his knees beside you, clutching you tightly, “Are alright?” he placed his hand on your forehead 

“No!”, you whined, you let out a scream of pain as you felt your heart was ripped from your chest. Sara showed up, taking the place of the maester by your side, grabbing you tightly 

“I will bring you a special tea, to calm your nerves”, he left the room

“She is gone, Aemond killed her”, you whined, grabbing into Sara, “my aunt is gone”

“I’m so sorry”, she whined, “I should have seen it sooner”

“It’s not your fault”, you whispered, your voice as broken as your spirit. You then looked at the other scroll that had fallen by your skirts, this had to mean something… something else…

You couldn’t resist, you couldn’t

You opened it

What you found there didn’t surprise you, there were threats, a warning, and a demand

You whined at the sight of his poisonous words 

But now… you jumped from the grief, straight to the anger

It was him!

The source of all your pains, all your traumas, it was him, for taking your baby nephew, and now your dear aunt

It was him

And you were the only one who could stop him

Sara looked at you, petrified and scared of what she found in your eyes

“No”, she whispered, when you looked straight ahead, tears were no longer falling from your eyes, all it was there was fire, and bloodthirst, “whatever you think you need to do…”

“I have to”, you answered barely, standing from the floor, your hands made fists

“No! you need to stay here!”, she cried, “please!”

“I am the only one who can stop him, stop this”, she took the scroll from your hand and read it, and she whimpered

“Its a trap!”, she said

But you were already on your feet, grabbing your riding gear, the thickest pants you could find and the upper part to go with it

“Please! think of Cregan! of Rickon!”, she insisted 

“Is for them I’m doing this”, you said, all emotion in your voice disappeared

“Please! they can fight him”, she insisted

“I can get close to him and kill him, I’m the only one who can”

“But at what price?”, she asked

“the debt is high already”, she whispered, “and it will only take me”

“please!”, you turned to look at Sara

“Tell Cregan I’m sorry”, you whined, tears falling down your cheeks again

“You tell him yourself!”, she insisted

“Take care of my son”, you cried, “please love him as your own”

“You will!”, she said, now desperate, “you will love him, and see him grow!”

“I did the best I could for the North, I’m sorry if it wasn't enough”, you cried

“It was! but is not over!”, she grabbed your arms, “please!”

“I’m the only one that can stop him”, you insisted, “I can kill him”, she knew there was no convincing you, she can see it in your eyes

“Please”

“No one else is going to die for me”, your voice again a flat line, “Cregan will be spared, and the crown will belong to Rhaenyra”

“But please let’s wait until we can reach Cregan”

“You know what his answer is going to be”, you said, but you realized Sara was not going to let you leave, so instead, you agreed to wait

Only to sneak out in the middle of the night, after telling the nannies to take RIckon for the night claiming you needed to be alone, they took him without question.

You couldn’t dare to see Rickon for one last time, if you did, you would second guess your decision and you couldn’t

This was more important than yourself

This was about the future of the seven Kingdoms and the future of your family and everyone you loved

This was bigger

Vhaelar was waiting for you outside the Winterfell gates, she roared into the night air but at this point you didn’t care if everyone listened, you will be in the air by the time they think they can do something to stop you

So you climbed on top of your dragon, Aemond’s words burning inside your brain

“I killed Rhaenys at Rook’s Rest, it wasn’t personal, but I know your husband is marching down with his army, you have three days to come to Harrenhal, if you do not, I will burn them alive, and then I will ride North and take you anyways. Spare the Starks, give yourself to me”

You had to answer his call

It was true, you can come to him willingly, you had a dragon, you could hide a blade in your undergarments, and after, you could slay him in his sleep or something, anything, but when he said it was the end of house Stark, it meant your baby as well, pedicide is not something you would put past Aemond. You knew he was capable and able to do it

For Rickon

For Cregan

And for Sara and the North

Yourself was a small price to pay

The night was long but you didn’t plan to stop as Vhaelar flew decisively under you

You believed you had until morning until Winterfell wakes up and sends a raven to Cregan, if you manage to fly over them it will be too late also

In the air, atop your dragon, nothing could stop you

Unless perhaps, another dragon

All night, all the way south, your mind was blank, there was only grief, pain, and rage.

You did not deemed yourself as vengeful person, and yet, you wanted it, desire it, you felt a fire growing within you, that wanted to burn everything in your path

You felt such heat within you you barely felt the still cold air that hit your face in the heights, and before you even knew it, the sun was shining in the horizon.

You felt no hunger, no tiredness, no nothing

Only the rage

It was Midday when you saw the unmistakable burnt towers of Harrenhal

Your dragon growled, like she was in pain, feeling your anger

You led her to descend upon the castle with a velocity that made your stomach drop, but you didn’t care about that, you cared about vengeance

But you were in a close distance, you felt the fire burning within you, one command and you could burn Harrenhal and the Green forces within them, Aemond probably was there, inside 

“Dra-!”

As you were going to give the order, you were interrupted by a low growl. Vhagar appeared from nowhere, pushing your dragon and you in the air

Vhaelar whined as she struggled to keep in the air and you knew then and there, that against the monstrous Vhagar, you could do nothing. Even if your dragons was one of the largest 

The Queen of dragons growled in greeting and you could feel Vhaelar’s nervousness as your own.

Or perhaps you were your own

Some people would say that you are more lamb than dragon, because of your mother’s house

But they were wrong

You were a dragon he awakened 

You landed heavily by the gates, you could see the restlessness of the soldiers in you and your dragon’s presence. You abandoned the want to burn everything, against Vhagar you couldn’t win. you had to be smart about this, she had the upper hand, the surprise factor was ruined 

“WHITE DRAGON!”, they chanted all over the walls, but you didn’t attacked them

Perhaps that is what you should do.

Burn them all

But the retaliation from King’s landing and the Greens could be worse

Aemond appeared by your side, he did not hide his smile, his happiness of seeing you there. 

Bold, you assumed, as you were near your dragon, you could burn him, here and now

The temptation was great

“You came”, he greeted, “good girl”

“I came to the call of your insanity”, you growled, he came to you, quick on his feet, you took a step backwards, still he grabbed you by the back of your neck

Vhaelar growled, dangerously, but VHagr was there, right by her side, she grabbed your dragon by the neck, furiously, dangerously

“NO!”, you screamed

Vhaelar whined in agony, and Vhagar released her, it was only a warning, but her black blood flowed profusely from the injury in her neck

“NO!”, you wanted to go to her, but Aemond held on to you tight

“If you don’t want me to finish her off, you will come with me”, he had to drag you towards the castle, as you could hear her whines of agony as her pain as if was your own

He dragged you through the halls, the stench of dead was clinging into you by every forceful step, and you whined under Aemond’s brutal hold

He threw you into a room. It held no windows, no nothing, but it was furnished with the very best he could find in his proximity, you realized. A luxurious big bed, with small tales on each side, many candles all over the room to light it up since it had no windows, and a table with chairs on one corners, tapestries on the floor and hanging from the walls to give it a more comfortable feel to it, but it didn’t hide what it was, it was a prison, only made for you

“A room for a princess”, he said mockingly, closing the door behind him, “you will stay here”

“I did as you asked”, you said, trying to regain control, “I came, I did as you said, promise me you will kill no one else”, you whined, “please”, he only smirked

“I promise I will no seek the death of anyone else”, he pleaded with a hand on his chest and another raised, but all seemed like a mockery, “I only wanted you, it is good that you finally saw this”

“I don’t understand”, you whined, “why me? after everything”

“That is not for you to know, now put on the dress I selected for you”, he said, taking your shoulders and directing you to look upon the bed, where a very revealing dark green dress was waiting for you. “You are to please me, since you are married, since you didn’t want to marry me, you will be nothing else, but my whore”

A single tear fell down your cheek as you contemplated what you willingly let your life turn into. 

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[mischievouslittlecreature]

Princess Lucilla Targaryen

She left Dreadfort Lady Lucilla Bolton-Tully. She arrived in King's Landing Princess Lucilla Targaryen.

The marriage of Prince Thomaryon to Victor Bolton's only daughter caused a scandal that rippled across the entire realm. The Lannisters were left enraged at what they viewed as a massive slight. The prince had stolen the heir to Casterly Rock's bride practically right out from under him, and they promised retribution for the offense. The Boltons were none too happy either, considering the marriage had been conducted without either Lord Victor's or his brother's consent.

Whispers immediately began to spread. Rumors that the prince and new princess had been engaged in an illicit affair for over a year. That the prince had stolen the Bolton beauty against her will. And even that the hasty marriage had been conducted because the prince had gotten Lady Lucilla with child.

Word also said that Pollyanna nearly had a fit when the prince returned on dragon back with his new wife in hand. For while not officially announced, she had been scheming to have him engaged to a noblewoman from a house considered much higher in status than House Bolton. This immediately soured Pollyanna towards the new princess, and their relationship never truly recovered. Lucilla was met with suspicion and wariness from the rest of the Targaryens due to their tumultuous relationship with House Bolton. Though most of them warmed to her in time.

Despite the rocky beginnings, it became notable quickly after the princess's arrival the positive effect that she had on the prince. Where Thomaryon had once been an often sullen and cold presence at court, he was said to smile and laugh more when his wife was by his side. And all who saw them together were quick to remark on the deep love and devotion that they shared. The prince involved his wife in most matters at court, often seeking her advice on matters related to his duties both as prince and hand of the king. At Thomaryon's urging, the king granted Princess Lucilla a position alongside her husband on the Small Council, and she was often heavily involved in the ruling of the kingdom.

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[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

Yes Asoiaf horror concepts part two!! The way GRRM writes horror is so fascinating and interesting to me. What happened with Aerea, the magical experiments going on in Essos/Asshai, blood magic, the entire continent of Sothoryos, what happened to the Sun Chaser when it tried sailing west, the Boltons..yeah I could go on. I’ve always loved imagining the Targaryens as having a lot of gothic and even vampiric themes, and this ties well in with horror too. The concept of Valyria in it’s prime has always intrigued me as well, an incredibly advanced ancient empire full of magic, sorceries and dark arts? Sign me up.

With what you said about Dany encountering her ancestors on Dragonstone, I like to imagine her being so magical and powerful that she literally goes beyond the limits of time and space, her magic rippling through history and making contact with her ancestors. Them having dragon dreams and visions about her years before her time, the places where she currently is in in present time at Dragonstone becoming a pathway between past and present, her ancestors being able to catch fleeting glimpses of her walking down the same hallway as them or across the room from where they are, despite them having been alive years and years apart. And vice versa, her seeing and hearing her ancestors clearly too, like when she saw Rhaegar in HOTUD. Sometimes they can see her, sometimes they can not. Maybe some glass candles could help amplify this. Not really horror, though. But on the topic of Dragonstone, I could definitely imagine it being Haunted by those who have died there such as Rhaena’s friends. They can be seen from afar, wandering the misty shores early in the mornings, leaving behind bloody footprints in their wake.

I love the idea of ghosts representing people’s regrets or those they have wronged coming back to haunt them. There is so much to be done there with what we have in canon. Helaena driven to insanity by the ghost of Jaehaerys, looking exactly as he did, after the incident. How he’s always there, always behind her, speaking though he possesses no mouth to do so with, asking her why. He is her guilt personified and she can never escape him. Aemond being tormented by the ghosts of the Strongs that he put to the sword, the environment of Harrenhal and Alys presence only amplifying this. Jaehaerys being haunted by the ghost of Daenerys after her passing, always thinking that he sees her from the corner of his eye, but she’s never there whenever he turns his head. How he thinks he hears her calling for him, but there is no one there when he looks up. How he cannot help but regret how he took her for granted, not appreciating her enough when she was still there. How it wasn’t enough to keep him from repeating the same mistake. Alicent in her last years being continuously tormented by the ghosts of those she knew; her children, grandchildren, Otto. And that of those she wronged; Rhaenyra most of all, Rhaenyra’s children, Viserys, even Aemma, Laenor. She keeps seeing blood on her hands that nobody else can see, blood that won’t wash away no matter how hard she tries. Keep seeing herself dressed in green even though she is not, tearing her clothes to tatters as she keeps spiraling.

As for the Boltons, they’re a perfect representation of horror in Asoiaf. Their residence being called the Dreadfort is fitting for sure. I’ve always thought them to be inspired by vampires. Especially since the Starks have their wolf theme going on, and therefore it would be the classic Werewolf versus Vampire conflict seen in media. Since they kept the skinning tradition, why not go a step further have them consume their victims? The winters are harsh after all, and who are they to deny some extra meat for supper? Residents and visitors would definitely have visions of the walls bleeding and hear echoes of distant screams always ringing in their ears. Ramsay himself is something that’s stepped out of a nightmare…

With how superstitious the smallfolk are, I can definitely see them being terrified of the Red Keep, Harrenhall and other such places, many of them not even daring to venture near them after hearing such tales, especially if they were to be true. For example; Naerys, ghostly and pale, dressed in a white shroud and weeping blood. Forever wandering the halls and looking for her lost children. Her lost brother. Lost mother. Lost freedom. Life. Wandering and weeping. The smallfolk and servants swear that she only appears before something bad is going to happen and something important is going to get lost/taken. Most often they are right.

The North, being strongly connected to magic, must have things going on. The Starks seeing faraway figures wandering the misty plains, never being able to catch up to them somehow despite riding quickly. Cryptids living in the forests and on the old ancient grounds there. Sort of reminiscent of the folklore of the Appalachian Mountains. In contrast I also think Dorne has the potential to have some interesting stuff. And the Greyjoys definitely do too, sea/pirate related horror stuff has always been a favorite of mine.

Omgggg I love the idea of Dany stretching across the timeline!! I don't know if you've seen Haunting of Hill House, but I could totally see it as something like the Bent Neck Lady, except without the dying lmao. I'd love to see maybe how she is the one in all the Prince that was Promised visions, as well as her family seeing her in waking moments.

The glass candles as a concept are so fascinating to me. Like we know what they do, but we also have yet to see them in action, so there's still this air of mystery around them. We also don't know if they'll function differently for a Targaryen/Valyrian vs anyone else. Like do they still work properly?

Canon aside, there's so much potential for them to be used in a horror context! Like calling across time. The user witnessing events a past user has seen. Or someone becoming trapped in a constant loop within them, only being able to communicate with the outside when they're lit.

I'm a big fan of the whole ghosts as guilt thing, and it fits so well in ASOIAF! Like we already see a bit of that in Jaime, but I think it'd fit super well with other characters. Maybe Cersei being haunted by Joffrey after the Purple Wedding as her sanity deteriorates.

The Boltons are definitely a house I've associated with cannibalism a lot lmao. You're so right about the long winters, but I could totally see it being applied as a torture method. The Boltons are known for being exceptionally cruel to their prisoners and we know they're not above starving them. Once the prisoners reach a certain point, do the rally care what or who this meat came from?

I think the Boltons' seeming hereditary psychopathic tendencies could also be traced to that cannibalistic tradion. No one's ever the same after consuming human flesh, and maybe if you eat enough, your whole family changes with you.

Vampirism definitely fits really well with them, and I think it fits especially well with Theon's storyline. Like the violation of his body, his loss of autonomy and identity, a new and almost unrecognizable face, and a bond to his sire. It's all so reminiscent of a vampire story. Plus Theon at this point of the books is left unable to function the way "normal" humans do. The only one who could truly relate to him is the only other person to endure something similar to him: Jeyne Poole.

The Red Keep has a lot of potential for a good haunting. It was kind of hinted at, I think, in one of Arya's chapters in AGOT, the one where she finds the dragon skulls. Even if that was just her getting freaked out by the skeletons, what if the dragons remained in some way? Trapped underneath the Keep and the ruins of the Dragonpit. They roar and cry out still when KL or the Keep is under attack, still trying to escape or defend themselves.

The Targaryens were very connected to their dragons, so, if the dragons linger, so would they. In that vein, maybe when a new rider claims an old dragon, they can feel the dragon's past riders. Sometimes they feel like someone else is trying to guide their dragon.

Maybe Aerea tried to communicate with the past riders and followed Balerion's original one to Valyria then was guided home by another. Maybe as Aemond struggled with the chains binding him to Vhagar, he felt Laena and Baelon keeping him in place as Daemon's sword plunged toward him.

In Dorne, maybe they still feel the magic the Rhoynar used to have. Like in the rivers you could hear the cries of those who didn't survive the journey. Or maybe even spirits who wander the shores, looking for lost loved ones. The seas become more treacherous than usual when invaders attempt to sail across them. Maybe part of the reason Meraxes was felled was because the skies became strangely misty when she flew above Dorne.

The Greyjoys have always felt very Lovecraftian to me, though that's mostly because of Euron lmao. However, I think that could still be applied to the house as a whole. When I say Lovecraftian, I'm pretty much only thinking of Cthulhu.

The Drowned God definitely shares some characteristics with Cthulhu, however, so does the Storm God. Perhaps the two are more connected than the Iron Islanders realize. Euron may have discovered something on his travels that led to his apocalyptic desires. Maybe their God wishes to rise again and destroy the world as we know it, and Euron serves him.

The worship of the Drowned God is also pretty dependent on human sacrifice, some even believing mass drowning strengthens him. Obviously he's not just straight Cthulhu, maybe the Drowned God will preserve his servants and lead them to rape, pillage, and drown all the world.

In a different, much less overtly evil direction, maybe the Iron Islanders, particularly the Greyjoys are simply bound to the sea. Their souls remain in the depths, sometimes helping and sometimes interfering with those who sail on their waters. The Greyjoys could become krakens upon their deaths, forever kept in the sea they love. They're still holding onto old grudges, attacking the ships of their enemies in their new forms.

However, as the Iron Islands departed from the Old Way and their religion, the spirits and krakens weakened. Greyjoy krakens hibernating far from the surface, fading with old spirits as their hold on the sea weakens.

I really love doing this, so if you, anon, or anyone else has any other ASOIAF horror ideas, hmu!

[call-sign-shark]

Notes: Lucy belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature. Inspired by Falling in Reverse "Bad Guy".

When Lord Amos Bolton’s obsidian eyes first fell on the young Targaryen princess, the world around him seemed to come to a halt. As cold as his heart was, cold as the wind of the North, her ethereal beauty and the way she smiled at him, relieved, made his head spin. Long white hair styled in complex intricated braids, hypnotizing blue eyes burning bright, doll face and petite frame, he came to realize that all that fuss about the future Queen’s appearance wasn’t just made-up rumors. She was the most mesmerizing creature he had ever seen. One look. All it took was one look for her to reach his soul and claim it. Cruel and incorruptible Lord Bolton, if he had never allowed himself the weakness of love, found himself momentarily paralyzed by a storm of feelings. It wasn’t just love that washed over him, but possession. An instant dark, all-consuming need took root in his chest, coiling tightly and twisting his every thought. Amos loved her, craved her like the air he breathed, but that darkness within him stained everything he touched and Heavenerys Targaryen wouldn’t be an exception.

She dismounted her gigantic dragon and smiled at him.

His heart skipped so many beats he thought he had an heart attack.

The grand hall of Dreadfort glimmered with hundred of candles, bathing the bleak and grey castle in a warm, welcoming light. As the union of Lord Amos Bolton and Princess Heavenerys Targaryen was announced, the murmurs of gathered Lords and Ladies fell silent except for one sole and discreet grunt that escaped Aerthurys Targaryen’s thin lips. Timidly, the 17 years old princess looked at her future husband and, only one micro second later, Amos’ dark gaze locked with hers, the air shifting around them.

Heavenerys’ heart thudded in her chest like war drums and dragons steps. She didn’t expect him to be like this – devastatingly handsome with his dark hair brushing the collar of his black fur cape, eyes so somber she couldn’t distinguish the pupil from the iris and a smile, as rare as fleeting, that would break the vows of the most pious woman.

“My Queen,” Amos whispered, “And light of my life” he added, bowing slightly and pressing a tender kiss to her hand. The heat of his smooth lips, accompanied by the brush of his beard, lingered on her skin with an intensity she had only experienced in Aerthurys’ bed.

Lady Bolton looked at her son with hope in her chest: maybe that Princess was the cure for Amos’ evil. But among the crowd of guests, one person couldn’t be fooled.

Later that evening, as the festivities continued in the castle, Lady Lucilla Bolton approached the future queen in a quiet corridor, her warm hand gently wrapping around the young dragoness’ wrist. Her soft red curls framed her face, whose frown couldn’t hide her concern.

“Princess, I know I shouldn’t tell you that but…” She quickly glanced around her, her emerald eyes surveying her surrounding in fear of catching sight of her father, uncle or cousin – all men cut from the same tainted and cruel cloth, “Beware my cousin the Lord.” Her voice sounded like a death-knell, “Amos is …”

A savage, she said.

Because far too many times she saw her cousin’s torture ideas, his favorite involving his pack of hungry hounds and poor prisoners. Each time he watched, his eyes shining with excitement at the grotesque murder scene and the agonizing wailings.

Obsessive, she breathed.

Because she remembered how nothing could stop Amos when he wanted something. She remembered how, when he was an uncontrollable teenager, he slaughtered an entire family because the daughter refused his courtship. Lucilla was still young, but she wouldn’t forget how horrified she felt when he stepped inside the castle, covered in blood.

Dramatic, she added.

Because he always found a way to attract the attention and pity to him with his smooth tongue.

A loner Whose social and caring demeanor in society were a mere façade, an attempt to hide his distrust to everyone.

An addict Living for power and control, the darkness he wielded consuming him.

So goddamn problematic, she concluded, her emerald eyes filled with fear. Everything about him was dangerous, and she didn’t want the young Princess to suffer the consequences of it.

Heavenerys smiled, faintly, her heart heavy with unease but her mind moved by Lucilla Bolton’s concern for her, a stranger and her future family at the same time, “Thank you Lucilla. I’ll be careful.”

But the queen’s promise faltered as days turned into weeks. Amos’ devotion was undeniable. His every glance was filled with both longing and love, his touch with utter tenderness. When he spoke about their future together, or when he pressed her head against his strong chest after they made love, she felt the walls she built slowly collapsing.  He had that way to kiss her that was so passionate, so full of lust, that the world seemed to vanish each time, leaving only the two of them. Amos made her feel cherished, understood and safe in way she had never known.

Lucy’s warnings, while still in the back of her mind, lost in seriousness. Amos Bolton’s flaws were merely scars from a life of pain and betrayal; she told herself. And she would heal those scars, she was sure of that. In her deep love and affection, Heavenerys failed to realize that Amos had her wrapped around his finger and that he would never let her go.

The air in Amos’ private chamber was suffocating. The young Queen’s absence was a wound he felt in every breath, a hollow ache that he could not ignore. A ache that was driving him crazy. After what he called a “fair retribution to cheating”, his cousin Lucy and her mother snatched Heavenerys from him. Admittedly, he knew his control had slipped in a way more horrid than he had expected, but it was his love and obsession that had driven him to hurt her. No, it was her. It was her and how she maimed his heart that had led to this situation. Before he could sink further into his torment and thoughts, the door of his bedroom flew open.

Lucy stormed in, her beautiful face pale with rage, “Amos!” she shrieked, her voice so sharp he almost felt it cutting his skin.

The King’s dark eyes snapped to her, narrowing in irritation, “May I ask what my young and nosey little cousin is doing here, screaming at me like a harpy?”

“You hurt her!” She screamed, her voice trembling with fury and her fists banging at his chest with all the hatred her little body could hold, “You’re a monster! She trusted you. She loved you! And you—how could you?!”

Amos’ hands shot out, iron-like fingers curling around Lucy’s wrists to make her stop. His grip was firm, unyielding, “Enough” He growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"How could you do that to her…” She repeated, but her eyes were wide open with utter terror.

He rose slowly, his towering figure casting a long shadow over the short redhead beauty. "Lower your voice," he warned coldly. But if Lucy was afraid, her rage roared stronger than anything else, “No!” With unexpected strength she drew from the maelstrom of fury that burnt bright in her chest, she managed to break free from his grip and, within the span of two seconds, her hand flew out to slap him across the face. The impact of her palm against his cheek echoed in the room, “You are –”

“What am I, little red demon?” Amos didn’t flinch at the blow. Quite the contrary, his lips curled into a bitter smile as he looked at her again, “Oh come on, Lucy, I’ve heard them all from you.” He retorted, his tone laced with mocking venom. Leaning close, his voice dropped into caustic sarcasm and a tinge of threat,” Amos! You’re a savage, you’re obsessive, dramatic! So goddamn problematic!”

Lucy’s breathing hitched as he took a step closer, his dark amusement turning into something colder and his smirk fading from his handsome face, “She fucked her cousin.”

“Nothing will justify what you did to her,” Little Lady Bolton spat, “She truly loves you and you, you broke her. Body and soul.”

For a moment, Lucy saw Amos’ face faltered, his eyes flickering with something she couldn’t read. Then, he shook his head, “She will understand that it was necessary and then, she will come back to me.”  He might have sounded confident, but the weight of Lucy’s words pressed on him like a stone, blended with the image of Heavenerys tear-streaked face.

Lucy’s voice was a quiet tremor now, filled with both anger and despair because she knew he was right about the last statement, “I won’t let her.”

“Really?” He raised a brow, “Then I fear my beloved uncle and all the Kingdom have to know about the moon tea you guzzle each morning when that bastard Prince Thomaryon comes visit… And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Lucy’s breath caught in her throat, her face turning one shade paler as her cousin’s threat hung in the air. Her wide eyes, green like the most luxuriant forest of Westeros,  flickered with shock, then fear.  His words sunk into her like a blade. The mention of Thomaryon—of what she had fought to keep hidden—left her paralyzed, her composure crumbling under the force of his cruel smirk.

He knew.

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[jackoshadows]

Just noticed this little parallel of Stannis getting prickly when the Winterfell boys attempt to have a conversation on military strategy...

"When the Young Dragon conquered Dorne, he used a goat track to bypass the Dornish watchtowers on the Boneway." "I know that tale as well, but Daeron made too much of it in that vainglorious book of his. Ships won that war, not goat tracks. Oakenfist broke the Planky Town and swept halfway up the Greenblood whilst the main Dornish strength was engaged in the Prince's Pass." - Jon, ADwD “Frey and Manderly will never combine their strengths. They will come for you, but separately. Lord Ramsay will not be far behind them. He wants his bride back. He wants his Reek.” Theon’s laugh was half a titter, half a whimper. “Lord Ramsay is the one Your Grace should fear.” Stannis bristled at that. “I defeated your uncle Victarion and his Iron Fleet off Fair Isle, the first time your father crowned himself. I held Storm’s End against the power of the Reach for a year, and took Dragonstone from the Targaryens. I smashed Mance Rayder at the Wall, though he had twenty times my numbers. Tell me, turncloak, what battles has the Bastard of Bolton ever won that I should fear him?” - Theon, TWoW

Also I get the feeling that if Stannis' campaign does fail it will be down to his underestimating the Boltons - something that both Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy keep warning him about.

“That will bring you to the Dreadfort,” said Jon, “but unless your host can outmarch a raven or a line of beacon fires, the castle will know of your approach. It will be an easy thing for Ramsay Bolton to cut off your retreat and leave you far from the Wall, without food or refuge, surrounded by your foes.” “Only if he abandons his siege of Moat Cailin.” “Moat Cailin will fall before you ever reach the Dreadfort. Once Lord Roose has joined his strength to Ramsay’s, they will have you outnumbered five to one.” “My brother won battles at worse odds.” - Jon, ADwD

Stannis has already to a certain extent been defeated by Winter and needs to plan carefully for what is ahead. Underestimating the host in Winterfell - something that Stannis keeps consistently doing in his planning is not a good thing.

I know fandom has all these Night Lamp and other theories about Stannis outsmarting the Boltons, and I hope it happens because it's about time someone takes out the Winterfell trash but thus far Stannis comes off a bit too overconfident when the odds are against him.

[asoiafreadthru]

EDDARD STARK, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North,

His wife, LADY CATELYN, of House Tully,

Their children:

ROBB, the heir to Winterfell, fourteen years of age,

SANSA, the eldest daughter, eleven,

ARYA, the younger daughter, a girl of nine,

BRANDON, called Bran, seven,

RICKON, a boy of three,

His bastard son, JON SNOW, a boy of fourteen,

His ward, THEON GREYJOY, heir to the Iron Islands,

His siblings:

[BRANDON], his elder brother, murdered by the command of Aerys II Targaryen,

[LYANNA], his younger sister, died in the mountains of Dorne,

BENJEN, his younger brother, a man of the Night’s Watch,

His household:

MAESTER LUWIN, counselor, healer, and tutor,

VAYON POOLE, steward of Winterfell,

JEYNE, his daughter, Sansa’s closest friend,

JORY CASSEL, captain of the guard,

HALLIS MOLLEN, DESMOND, JACKS, PORTHER, QUENT, ALYN, TOMARD, VARLY, HEWARD, CAYN, WYL, guardsmen,

SER RODRIK CASSEL, master-at-arms, Jory’s uncle,

BETH, his young daughter,

SEPTA MORDANE, tutor to Lord Eddard’s daughters,

SEPTON CHAYLE, keeper of the castle sept and library,

HULLEN, master of horse,

His son, HARWIN, a guardsman,

JOSETH, a stableman and horse trainer,

FARLEN, kennelmaster,

OLD NAN, storyteller, once a wet nurse,

HODOR, her great-grandson, a simpleminded stableboy,

GAGE, the cook,

MIKKEN, smith and armorer,

His principal lords bannermen:

SER HELMAN TALLHART,

RICKARD KARSTARK, Lord of Karhold,

ROOSE BOLTON, Lord of the Dreadfort,

JON UMBER, called the Greatjon,

GALBART and ROBETT GLOVER,

WYMAN MANDERLY, Lord of White Harbor,

MAEGE MORMONT, the Lady of Bear Island.

[isefyres-archive]

𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Game of Thrones

Robb Stark x OC

(masterlists in the end) -> Prologue + description

Chapter I ''Beginning''

Since they ran away from home, they planned to save enough money to sail by ship to Essos and settle there, in one of the Free Cities. Their plans changed when it turned out that earning money was not that easy. Especially when you feel guilty when you rob someone.

When Amalthea thought about the situation that took place two years ago and their stay in the North, she would not have thought that her and Ryledia's lives would take this direction. She didn't think they would return to the North, it seemed to her that they would be best off in the lands of the Reach or the Riverlands. After all, they grew up in the Reach, this was the area they knew best. But after two years they found themselves back in the Kingdom of the North, and quite far in it. Okay, earlier, they had gone further, to some village between Winterfell and Dreadfort, but then they told themselves that they would not want to come here ever again. It was cold, they had to buy warmer coats and shoes, stay in inns at night... It was simply unprofitable.

But something brought them back here. More specifically, just south of Moat Cailin. They began their journey there when they learned of King Robert's death and that the North had called the bannermen and declared war on the Lannisters.

"We should buy some good wine from Dorne and have some fun." that's what Ryledia told her when they heard about the change on the throne.

After all, King Robert had always been the greatest threat to Amalthea's life - although his death didn't mean she would suddenly be completely safe. She had no doubt that there were still plenty of people who hated Targaryens and it made sense to hide her true identity.

It would certainly be easier if they were able to go to another continent. No one would have paid attention there if Amalthea hadn't put on her dark red wig and just let her silver waves down. In fact, their story would have gone in this direction if Ryledia had agreed to Amalthea's proposal. Namely, it was about selling hair. Long, silver, light curls would be very expensive. The girl wanted to cut it as high as possible - she was wearing a wig anyway - and sell it for at least enough to get them both across the sea. But then she heard:

"No. You will not sell yourself."

Amalthea didn't see it that way. For her, it was just her hair, a beautiful but at the same time annoying part of her appearance. Especially since the longer they were, the harder it was to stuff them under the wig.

Apart from this argument, Ryledia added that it would not be easy for them to find a buyer, and if they found one, he would definitely ask them where they got the hair from. And then what? Would they say they were lying on the ground? And if they admitted that they belonged to Amalthea, they would risk that the merchant would discover their secret.

Returning to their current situation, Amalthea began to become suspicious as to why they had returned. While they were sitting in one of the inns, a few soldiers, rather high-born, came there. Of course, they were looking for the comfort of a normal bed, which they left at home when they went to war. Or women, one of the two. Anyway, this time no one was bothering them - and even if someone was, after politely refusing, he left them alone (unless he was drunk, in which case he needed a little help in the form of a push towards his friends) - it was rather... other way around. Ryledia did so, to be precise.

Amalthea didn't know the true nature of her friend's behavior as she sat and talked with the military men, laughing and drinking with them. Sometimes she kept Amalthea next to her, and sometimes she left her at another table - but then she looked at her discreetly almost every moment to make sure that she was in no danger, that no one was bothering her. The silver-haired girl finally thought that her close friend must have fallen in love. Or more precisely, what pushed her to this conclusion was that when one of the men suggested that they travel with them, from camp to camp - of course not to fight, gods forbid, they were women. It was just about... keeping company. Besides, they knew a bit about tending wounds and cooking, so they could always be useful. Especially since they had their own horses, so traveling wouldn't be a problem for them.

And that's how they ended up in the middle of a war camp. She was sitting next to Ryledia on a tree trunk by a fire over which rabbits were roasting. She didn't feel very comfortable here, much less as comfortable as Ryledia. She wondered if she felt the eyes of others on her as she did and wondered what all these men were thinking. After all, they left their wives - if they had them - at home... She wanted to broach the subject with Ryledia, but firstly: she didn't want to interrupt the conversation, and secondly: she didn't seem like she had the same thoughts. Maybe she hid it well, or maybe she didn't have any at all. After all, some blood divides them.

She sat and stared at her fingers, playing with them until she got tired of it. The conversation didn't interest her either, it didn't seem to be about any topics she could comment on, so she stayed silent almost the entire time.

She sighed and looked around. She didn't expect to see any familiar face, although deep down she hoped that she would see the boy who, together with his father, saved her and Ryledia two years ago. After all, he was the one who called the bannermen and led the army, so he had to be around here somewhere. But the camp with about twenty thousand people is huge. The chance of seeing him somewhere was-

She noticed a woman entering a tent. She did it immediately, after all, she didn't expect many more women to be in the camp. Especially since this one looked much older than her. She leaned a little in her seat, but she still couldn't see anything that was happening in the tent she entered. But now her attention was finally focused on something other than twiddling her fingers and listening to the boring conversation. She stared at the tent for a long time until her suspicions were finally confirmed: the woman she noticed was Lady Stark. She was the first to leave after a dozen or so minutes - yes, all this time Amalthea was staring at one and the same tent - and some time later her eldest son came out accompanied by someone else, his age or at most five years older. She recognized him immediately, even from this distance - and they were about a dozen meters away.

He didn't change much, except he had a beard now. His hair still curled into small curls,  had blue eyes, a warm, thick coat, and the silver direwolf pin adorned the clasp of the coat.

Their eyes met for a moment, completely unexpectedly. She mentally cursed that he happened to look in her direction and notice her, but there was only a faint blush on her face as she quickly turned back to the fire. She rested her elbows on her thighs and placed her hands on her cheeks to hide the pinkness before anyone noticed.

After all, she was what, seventeen? And she had just seen once again the boy for whom her heart had fluttered once before, and whom she had spoken about to Ryledia for so long that she had almost tortured her to death. Now she felt her heart racing again, but quickly calmed down.

At least for a while.

"My Lady?" she almost jumped when she heard his voice behind her. She should have expected it, after all the conversation had died down until Robb nodded and smiled that it was okay, they may talk freely, he came here for only one person. "What an unexpected meeting."

He was only a year older than her, not even a whole year, and he kept reliving that moment when his eyes fell on a beautiful girl and lingered on her a little too long. Then, at the inn, he did everything he could to hide it, but his father still teased him a bit about it later. Of course he noticed. Nothing was as embarrassing for Robb, although now he would give everything to have his father back, even if he had to argue with him that he had absolutely never been seriously attracted to any woman. He could at best discuss this with Theon, although he would prefer to keep it to himself. He would never start such a conversation himself, his feelings were his alone.

But now he decided to approach her. He could have ignored it, thought that he was just imagining it, that it definitely wasn't her. After all, he didn't even know her name. Neither her nor her companion. But he couldn't let go, he never could.

"Unfortunately, not in better circumstances than last time."

"I heard that two women joined in, but I regret that I didn't ask for their name right away. Although I haven't even had a chance to learn it yet." yes, none of them introduced themselves when they had the pleasure of meeting at the inn. "Could I?"

"Amalthea." she replied, smiling gently.

"I'm Robb Stark."

She wanted to say that she knew his name - after all, she was educated, or at least enough to know everything important about the world around her and the most important houses of Westeros, but her voice got stuck in her throat. Why? Because Robb took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. Maybe it was just an innocent, polite gesture, but her heart sped up, threatening to make her face blush.

"And your friend?" he asked, looking behind her at the brunette who was still busy talking with the soldiers.

She hesitated for a moment before answering, thinking about how his lips had just placed a gentle kiss on her hand, about the warmth of his gentle embrace when he was holding her hand for this short time.

"Ryledia." she also looked at her, but only for a moment, because she definitely preferred to look at the boy who touched her girlish heart than at the friend she was with every day.

"I hope you haven't had any unpleasant experiences in these two years like at that inn." he really wanted it to be that way, even though the chances were slim. After all, women traveling alone are unfortunately often harassed. But they didn't look like they were in bad shape.

If it weren't for traveling alone, he would assume they had family somewhere nearby they could stay with - at least one of them. They didn't look like they could be sisters, but anything was possible. He assumed that since Amalthea hadn't introduced them that way, they didn't have a bond deeper than friendship. Still - ladies traveling alone was like asking for trouble. For that reason, he was glad that they would stay with them, at least for a while. That wasn't the only reason, of course, but he didn't want to admit it yet. For now, he wanted to... get to know her. Just like that.

He couldn't deny it, she was pretty - he had eyes, after all. Who wouldn't like a slim girl with a visible waistline, fanciable breasts, amber eyes and long wine-colored hair? That's why he went so far with politeness as to kiss her hand while introducing himself. A gesture of respect, but at the same time he hoped that he had impressed her and that Amalthea would reciprocate his desire to get to know each other.

It is true that he has his duties, he leads people to war, he wants to save his father, but during the day he also has long moments when he is alone with his thoughts. He would gladly fill it with her, if she agreed to it, of course.

And if not, he would have to try harder than just kissing her hand while looking her straight in the eyes.

"Fortunately, no." it was a small lie on her part, because her and Ryledia's life had never been easy, even before they ran away from home.

Amalthea had always had the same fear as her father: being recognized. Over time, she got used to it and was less careful, no longer touching the edges of the wig to make sure her hair wasn't sticking out - and asking Ryledia about it every now and then, whenever she could do it discreetly...

They were both aware of the dangers their journey entailed, but they didn't feel like they had any other choice now. They could stay somewhere longer and settle down, but it's more complicated than it seems, fitting into a community that already knows each other well and you are a stranger. Traveling gave them freedom, even if it meant risking their health or even lives from time to time.

That's why Amalthea was surprised by Ryledia's quick agreement to the idea of ​​joining the moving army.

"If you don't mind... I'd like to have a few words with you from time to time, my Lady. It's very... relaxing to be able to talk about something other than the current situation."

"Why 'my Lady'? Maybe I'm not of noble birth? After all, I travel from city to city without staying anywhere for long."

"It's obvious." he nodded at her and looked at her from her feet to the top of her head. "The way you talk, how you carry yourself, the way you look. A woman from a humble home is not like that."

"Be careful, my Lord, maybe it will turn out that I am a lost princess?" she said jokingly, laughing with him. She ignored the way she felt Ryledia lightly tugging her skirt from behind to be careful not to say too much. But these are just jokes! He wouldn't take her seriously, anyone would laugh if they heard something like that while talking with her.

"Then I would have to call the Maester to remind me of all the rules of etiquette regarding behavior in the presence of the princess." he replied in an equally light tone.

They continued their banter completely unaware of two things: First of all: Yes, Ryledia, who was sitting on a trunk practically behind Amalthea's back, may have continued her conversation with the soldiers, but at the same time she was listening carefully to her friend's conversation with Robb. Secondly: Catelyn noticed them too, or more precisely, that her son was suddenly interested in some woman - where did she even come from? On the one hand, she was happy because he finally didn't look all tense, but she didn't know her, this probably wasn't a good match for him in any way, and she immediately thought of everything that could go wrong if her son will be reckless.

And that's how he'll be like if he becomes infatuated with her.

~

-> Chapter II ''Two worlds'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[writingsofwesteros]

Dreadfort Targaryens

Shes soon had her first babe, the heir to Dreadfort in her arms as she stands at the training yard.

Her husband training with the guards.

The soft coos in her arms had her attention as she gently brushed the white hair off her son's sweet face. "Shh, my love.." The once Princess whispered and brought him close to her chest whilst standing in the cold air.

[adarkandmagicalforest]

theres so many more than even this, but i only have so many slots

Viserys I and Alicent Hightower are not on this list because they would get 100% of the votes

[altaraed]

contrary  to  popular  belief,  the  death  of  the  princess  regent  gave  her  no  relief  ─  though  seeds  of  animosity  had  grown  between  the  dragons  and  the  heirs  of  the  dreadfort  after  the  northern  civil  war,  barbrey  knew  better  than  to  rejoice  in  the  passing  of  the  only  person  who  had  kept  the  realm  at  peace.  much  like  the  abandoned  marketplace  just  outside  the  gates  of  the  red  keep,  the  rot  that  dwelled  within  house  targaryen  would  soon  manifest  once  appropriate  measures  were  taken  to  mourn  their  losses  and  barbrey,  as  regent  of  house  bolton,  would  have  some  difficult  decisions  to  make.  already  her  advisors  had  warned  her  against  allying  herself  with  the  dragons  of  king's  landing  (  let  us  stick  to  one  rebellion  in  our  lifetime,  they  had  persuaded  )  but  a  voice  that  sounded  like  her  exiled  brother  hissed  at  the  prospect  of  bowing  before  the  new  king.  to  get  away  from  her  advisors  and  her  thoughts,  barbrey  had  decided  to  go  for  a  stroll  through  the  empty  marketplace,  fingers  brushing  against  one  of  the  targaryen  banners,  blustering  in  the  wind,  when  her  gaze  caught  sight  of  another  just  in  front  of  her,  seemingly  as  unaccompanied. ❝  you  ought  not  to  walk  alone,  my  liege.  paranoia  still  grips  the  capital  and  one  might  assume  you  are  up  to  no  good.  ❞  the  wind  carried  her  voice  as  she  called  out  to  them.

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[mischievouslittlecreature]

Lucilla Bolton-Tully x Prince Thomaryon Targaryen

A/N: I swear this was just supposed to be a little blurb. I don't know what happened. But considering it'll be awhile until I get around to writing a full fic for them, I figured it's fine. Warnings for references to sexual content and abuse, because the Boltons suck. Heaven and Amos belong to @call-sign-shark.

"What's wrong?"

Tommy turned his head against the pillows to look down at his lover where she was curled up on his chest. Lucy cocked her head at him knowingly, fingertips reaching up to trace along his jaw. His eyes fluttered at the touch, arm tightening around her shoulders to bring her closer to him. Even under the furs and heavy blankets covering his bed, and the fire roaring healthily in the hearth, he worried about her getting cold.

How she survived up here in the freezing north without getting frostbite would always be a mystery to him.

"Nothing, sweetheart," he said, kissing her forehead. But when he drew back she shot him an unimpressed look, brow raising. He sighed. "I don't want to go home without you."

Lucy's gaze softened, sorrow entering her eyes. "I don't want you to go either."

Tommy felt a twist in his chest. It was getting harder and harder to leave her behind. Each time he returned to King's Landing, it felt like he was leaving a piece of his heart with her. Often he caught himself aching for her, wanting desperately to seek her out and tell her about his day, to share strategies with her, or simply to just hold her in his arms.

He hated even more knowing that he was leaving her to the mercy of her family. He was not a fool; he knew that the Boltons were always on their best behavior whenever he came to visit. A part of him was constantly a little scared of what he may return to each time he stepped back inside Dreadfort's walls.

"When I get home, I'll talk to my brother," he promised softly, caressing her cheek. Lucy blinked, and he could see the beginning blooms of hope growing within her eyes.

"And if he says no?"

Tommy frowned. Things between the Targaryens and the Boltons had been tense--to say the least--since that whole mess with Amos. He wasn't sure how Aerthurys would react to the idea of Tommy marrying one of them. Even if Lucy wasn't like the rest of her family.

And he already knew what Polly would say to such a suggestion.

Ironically, Heaven may be his best ally. Even though they'd had their differences in the past, and she hated the Boltons more than any of them, she had a soft spot for Lucy. She would understand.

But surely he had earned this, hadn't he? After everything he'd done, for the family, for the realm, surely he'd earned at least this one little speck of happiness for himself.

"I'll convince him." He had his arguments laid out and ready in his head. Because while his motivations for wanting to marry Lucy may have had to do with his heart, there were undeniable other advantages to a union between. The Targaryens needed a stronger foothold in the north. And it would perhaps help to at least somewhat mend the schism between their two houses.

Lucy hummed, eyes sparkling. Tommy stroked his fingers through her long, soft red curls.

"Do you think your father will agree?" He knew the rumors that circled around him and his legitimacy. Rumors that he himself would never have an exact answer to. If there was any truth to the whispers about his bastardry, his mother had taken them to the grave. And he knew that Victor Bolton was also insistent that his daughter marry the heir to a high house. Not a second son. It was part of why it had taken him so long to marry Lucy off.

"Not even he's stupid enough to stick his nose up at a public proposal from a Targaryen prince," Lucy said, dipping her head to kiss the center of his chest. Tommy hummed. Yes, he supposed she was right. If the proposal was made public, Victor wouldn't have much choice but to accept it. And he was pretty sure Genevieve would back them. Even if her imbecile husband hardly ever actually listened to her.

He supposed, if all else failed, he could use the fact that he'd taken Lucy's maidenhead--and then bedded her a good many times over after that--to force Victor's hand. But he also half feared that if that information came out, Victor was more likely to kill his daughter for shaming him and his house than to allow her to marry a second son and rumored bastard.

What he knew for sure though, was that they couldn't keep carrying on like this. It was a miracle that they hadn't been caught already, and that no one seemed to have put two and two together as to why he was taking so many trips up north all of a sudden. And if she was caught sneaking in or out of his bedchambers late at night, or sipping the moon tea he ordered for her each morning after they spent the night together, she would be branded a fallen, ruined woman.

And he couldn't keep going stretches of months without seeing her; only able to grab brief little moments here and there whenever he managed to slip away up north for a few days. Kisses in the dark and whispered declarations of love. He wanted her with him always. To be able to love her openly. Like she deserved.

Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, he gathered her up in his arms, rolling them so he was on top of her. Lucy giggled as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Next time I come here, I won't leave without you," he swore. It didn't matter what either of their families said. If they forbade them from getting married, they'd just do it anyway and damn the consequences.

"I love you," Lucy said, stroking his face, drawing him in closer on top of her while he slipped his body to rest in the cradle of her hips. Tommy felt his chest tighten with emotion.

"I love you too," he whispered, and kissed her again.

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[divinitics]

WESTEROS TASK: arc i timeskip as the sun sets, the skies allowed dragons to dance

princess daenaera targaryen of westeros

she sustained minor burns and bruises, nothing that she couldn't handle, and immediately went to work. a mere fortnight after the siege of king's landing, she came to her mother with a proposal that she couldn't refuse: for the emperor had been shaken in the knowledge that there were actual dragons in volantis that he desired some dragons for himself. no, she wasn't going to give the imperial crown some dragon eggs, but she was willing to act as scout and spy for the emperor, to soar high above volantis and the surrounding area before coming back to report upon troop movements or any valuable sightings, for a very large sum. the esssosi crown has more gold than most people would see in a lifetime, and it was for that one reason that the queen reluctantly agreed to allow her eldest daughter to go. the only stipulation, she was to be accompanied by her babysitter brother: the prince-commander daeron. they didn't get hurt, for the most part, and the gold that they earned was used to rebuild king's landing and the red keep into something bigger and more monstrous than before. the two were in essos for the better part of 2 months, moving between the southern cities in order to better conserve time and energy when scouting in and around volantene territory.

lady saeleya moraqos of myr

she sailed straight to pentos for the crow prince's funeral, where she met up with her father and elder brother. they were both somber, and spoke in low voices to her about the increased naval drills back home, and the terrified looks that their people were throwing at the sky. news travelled fast when the line of succession was concerned, and the grand prince was furious at the lack of preparation due to the abject refusal of the tyroshi archons in believing that dragons were involved. there were whispers of magic now, and the good sailors of myr spent many nights in temples of the merling king, praying quietly for safe passage through the seas. trade was immediately cut off to the eastern cities, for no captain would risk their lives for mere gold. saeleya was basically constrained to the shores of myr, and it suffocated her. she sent ravens back and forth to adhika in pentos, and a few attempts in contacting her friends in qarth. not many letters returned, and the few that did assure her that absolutely everyone was on high alert. many of the myrish people fought for the imperial crown, and the amount of ships docked in their port grew smaller every day. her elder brother himself had commanded an armada in the name of the emperor towards volantis, and saeleya hoped every day that she would be able to see him again.

ruling liege cersha bolton nee lannister of dreadfort

they had wanted so very much to stop by lannisport to see her mother, but after the siege of king's landing, they knew that it would not be possible. the boltons rode back to dreadfort without stopping, and cersha held each of her children with a vice-like grip, thankful and terrified. she quietly remembered the way the tower of the hand fell in a flurry of fire and ash, and cersha looked at their husband without saying a word. if he were to succeed, if that tower was to be their home, the next siege might result in the spilt blood of their own children. perhaps he had thought the same, or perhaps his single-minded focus thought that the queen could not possibly navigate through this tragedy without a hand by her side. either way, cersha held his hand throughout the journey, and knew either way that she would stand by his side. they corresponded fervently with their family in lannisport, and wasn't shocked at the news that their mother had decided that she will now seriously seek for a husband for cersei. the ruling lady asked for cersha's opinion, and cersha beamed with pride. they sent ravens to malenie in ashemark, sending her condolences for the death of her father and a myriad of apologies for not being able to attend the funeral. it was easy to ignore the threat of dragons in the north. the winter chill ever reminding her that the beasts will not be able to venture anywhere near them. It was fine for a while, and life went on as it did before everything happened.

[call-sign-shark]

Sharkie my darling, please can you tell us more about Heaven's relationship with the other Shelby Targs? Is she also close with Polly here? Do she and Tommy still butt heads as much as they do in HYE? Are she and John still besties?

Omg sure Lily, thank you for this fantastic question my love! Let’s break it down. 🖤

Pollyanna: Contrary to HYE, Heavenerys is Pollyanna’s eldest child and only daughter. When her husband Amarys Targaryen died, she pretty much transferred all her love to her daughter. They have a strong and confident relationship even though a bit sadder after Heavenerys broke free from Amos. Since she learned what her daughter has been through, Pollyanna feels the guilt weighing upon her soul. Sometimes she looks at her little girl and can’t help but wonder where is the smile she used to wear…

Thomaryon: This will come off as a surprise for HYe readers but Heavenerys and Tom like each other and this is partly because they are from the same family. It has not always been the case though, they were constantly fighting when they were younger. However, when Hev married Amos and had to stay at Dreadfort Castle, cut from her roots, Tom was the only member of her family she saw as he often came to visit Lucy as well as for political matters. Even though they frequently fight over small things, she trusts him with her life. For example, he was the only one who knew what Amos did to her but she made him swear to remain silent. As for Thomaryon? He’d protect her place on the throne with his life.

Aedarya: If there is one thing that amuses Queen Heavenerys it’s her cousin’s antics and awful character. They might not be the closest because Aedarya is pretty much rebellious and holds her family responsible for her lack of “freedom” (which, for her, is burning everything she dislikes. Or everyone) but Hev always keep an eye on her and is the one who often forgives her bad behavior. However they often fight, Aedarya not understanding why Hev is less “fun” than before her marriage, and Hev envying her easy and responsibility-free life.

Jon: Her relationship with Jon Targaryen is pretty much the same as it is in HYE. They are bestie, even more since they grew up together. However, they had a huge fight because of Amos and they stopped talking to each other for years. John was angry at her for leaving them and staying at Dreadfort Castle. He considered it a betrayal. It went better when she came back to King’s Landing. Still, he was a bit disappointed when she decided to remarry with Aerthurys and not him.

Lucy is @mischievouslittlecreature’s OC

Amarys is creation of @darklydeliciousdesires

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