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[hiddenqveendom]

* —INTRODUCING...FIYONA BRACKEN || 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

❝At just ten and six, Fiyona Bracken is abruptly shipped away from her home in the Riverlands to be wed to Prince Aemond Targaryen. The One-Eyed Prince is initially resentful of the match, feeling it to be a slight on his status, and he remains mostly distant from his wife in spite of her kind nature. As they struggle to form a strong connection, and have a child of their own, Aemond’s inner demons and quest for power drive him further down a dark path, leading to more isolation and struggles in their marriage. His sudden new role as Prince Regent of the realm only further fuels the harsh fire Fiyona so desperately wishes to vanish. With a great war on the horizon, the Prince’s pursuit of power and revenge blinds him to the damage he is causing, all while he uses his love for his family as justification…❞

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[lady-morrigen]

(just say the word and) i'll be home

pairing: gwayne hightower x oc victaria cuy

a/n: idk what happened. i blacked out and this was in my docs. @vampire-exgirlfriend made it pretty for your eyes.

warnings: smut, p in v, idk let me know if i missed anything

rating: explicit (18+ ONLY, mdni)

wc: ~1500, just a little thing

The light of the dawn peeked through the curtains, painting the bare skin of her back a delicate, pale blue. Warm, calloused fingers danced over her spine, drawing invisible flowers and jewels and all things as precious as she. 

Stretching, Victaria’s dark hair spilled over the pillow, ink on blank canvas. The man beside her smiled. 

‘Gods, but she was beautiful.’ 

He propped his head on his hand to gaze down upon her, drinking in every moment, committing every contour of her body to memory. She was never more beautiful to him than in the quiet of the morning; warm and relaxed, pliant in his hands. When he tickled the soft skin at her sides, she flinched, curling in on herself and pushing her hips back to align her body with his. 

She mumbled, soft and sleep riddled, wiggling to fill the gaps between their naked bodies until they were flush. Gwayne wrapped a strong arm around her belly, pulling her impossibly closer, intoxicated by the warm scent of her skin as he buried his face in her neck. He rolled his hips against her, the hardening length of him nestled firmly between her cheeks, a test to see if she was feigning sleep. A moment passed, then another, his breath trembling and hot in her ear, the anticipation almost too much to bear. 

She whined, hiding a smile in her pillow as she wriggled her hips against him—taunting, teasing. He throbbed in response, a large hand lifting her knee to hook her leg over his hip. Hot, open mouthed kisses trailed along her shoulder, her skin pebbling in their wake. 

“Good morning, little sunflower.” His voice was gruff, the last vestiges of sleep not yet faded, and she reacted to the sound of it, pushing closer against him. “I trust you slept well.”

He shifted, adjusting himself so that the firmness of his cock slid smoothly between her folds. The blunt head nudged gently at her clit, and the sound of her sharp intake of breath sent a lightning bolt straight to his core. Her hips began to circle at a deliberate pace, covering him in the growing wetness between her thighs. 

“Aye, Ser, I did.” Victaria reached an arm back, tangling her fingers in his hair. She tilted her hips forward, catching the blunt tip of him at her entrance, languidly teasing it in and out, tightening her grip on his nape when his teeth scraped across the skin of her neck. He could hear her grin as she continued. “Once you finally gave me leave to rest.” 

Gwayne growled, a low rumble against her back, pushing her forward to lie face down on the bed, the weight of his lithe body pressing her into the lush sheets. His fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, lifting her backside so he could continue to slide between the delicate heat of her sex. A string of muttered curses fell from his lips as he fell forward, lacing his fingers with hers and bracing their hands on either side of her head. 

“I did not hear you complain,” he groaned against her skin as he teased at her entrance once more. “I must ensure you think of no one else whilst I am away.” 

Shifting his weight, he freed a hand to line himself up, pushing into her slowly. They groaned in tandem, Gwayne biting at the junction where her neck met her shoulder as he seated himself fully inside her. After a moment, his breathing haggard, he began to roll his hips, moving oh so slowly, lest he finish too quickly. He was impossibly hard, as he always was with her, every muscle in his body straining against the urge to find his release. 

“Fuck, Gwayne,” her voice was tight and reedy, still slightly sleepy, as she moved beneath him. “I would never.”

“No one else could fill you like this.” His thrusts grew deeper, the obscene sound of him moving in her threatening to send him hurtling over the edge.

He leaned back, grabbing fleshy handfuls of her ass as he watched himself disappear into her wet cunt. Reaching down, he pried her hand free from where it gripped the sheets, guiding it to her center, urging her to rub tight circles over her clit. 

He could spend hours with her like that. In fact, he had the night before. Once he learned he would be leaving Oldtown to fight his nephew’s war, he wanted to spend every spare moment tangled up in her, collecting blissful moments to hold him over until his return. ‘If the gods willed it so,’ came the unbidden voice. Though he pushed it away as he fell deeper into her.

As she tightened around him, he began to lose his resolve. He could feel how close she was, the two of them teetering on the brink, racing to the finish line as their thrusts became desperate. He grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it over his fist and tugging her back until she was pressed against him. He reached around, palming at her breast and rolling a pebbled nipple between his thick fingers. 

“Come on, my love,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Let me hear you.” 

With a shout of his name only seconds later, she clenched around him, her body convulsing in his arms as he continued to thrust into her, his pace unrelenting as she came. He let her body fall to the bed, pushing between her shoulder blades, his hips snapping erratically until he stilled, spilling inside of her with a groan so loud it was sure to be heard by the rest of the keep. 

Gwayne collapsed beside her, his hand gripping the back of her thigh, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Victaria rolled to face him, throwing a leg over his middle, the contact with his softening length threatening to have him ready for another round. He chuckled, brushing her hair from her damp forehead as he took in her flushed features. 

A feeling of panic made his mouth dry out, his tongue suddenly thick and heavy, sticking to the back of his throat. He had never known what love felt like before Victaria. Gwayne was a handsome young man;the ladies of Oldtown had all but thrown themselves and their daughters at him from the moment he hit puberty, but those were mere dalliances in comparison. What he felt for the woman he held in his arms was foreign, incredible, yet absolutely terrifying. The idea of leaving her behind, with the risk of never returning to her warm embrace, sent ice through his veins. 

He stared at the ceiling, willing the panic to subside, to enjoy the tender moments with her while he had them, to no avail. Her lilting voice pulled him from his reverie. 

“You are thinking loud enough to wake the dead, my love.” Victaria drew soothing circles on his chest, her large, blue eyes searching his face. “Tell me what is bothering you.” 

Gwayne loosed a breath, throwing his arm around her and pulling her close. 

“I am…” he trailed off, the words dying in his throat as he fought the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. “I am afraid.” 

She hummed, a sound of understanding, gentle and comforting. There was no need for him to elaborate. For that, he was grateful. He found it difficult to discuss his fears, the fear of being seen as craven louder than all else. She peppered his chest with kisses, climbing on top of him, holding him firmly between her thighs, grounding him. 

“You are the most gallant knight in all the realm, my lord.” His hands came to rest against her thighs and she began to move against him, offering a welcome distraction. “You will return to me. Of that, I have no doubt.”

Looking up at her in that moment, Gwayne thought that he could die happy having known the love of a good woman, of this good woman. No matter what happened in the weeks to come, he would fight like hell to come home to Oldtown. To her. 

“I’m going to marry you, Taria,” he said. She smiled down at him, lifting her hips to sink down onto his length, his remaining spend lubricating enough for him to slide in. She rolled her hips against him, throwing her head back and raking her nails down the length of his chest. “When I come back, I am going to make you my wife.”

She moaned, speeding up her movements as his words spurred her on.

“And then,” he flipped her over, settling himself between her legs and bottoming out inside of her. “And then I’m going to put a baby in you.” 

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered, reaching up to place a gentle hand against his cheek. “How about we get a head start?”

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[sshireens]

i love seeing people take preexisting characters and just make them their own ocs. i love adopting fanon as gospel. i love stealing from the source and turning mercury into gold. rb and tag with your own

[godswood-girl]

i commissioned the amazing @murmel-malt to draw cassana baratheon's coronation portrait from my upcoming asoiaf oc fic: break you down with a fury

i'm so incredibly pleased and impressed with how she turned out. both her and her outift are absolutely gorgeous. i adore this so much.

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

The Many Names of Lady Sabitha Blackwood - Meet Me in the After

Lady Sabitha Blackwood has been known by many names through the years, not all of them kind. As a girl, Sabitha was said to have greendreams, often seeing events that would unfold well into the future. For this gift, her father, Lord Owen Blackwood, bestowed on her the endearment Raventouched. Upon her wedding to Ser Theodred Smallwood, the second son of the widowed Lord Joseth of Acorn Hall, she was known as Lady Smallwood. Two years into her marriage, and her service to Queen Aemma, who was known to have called the Blackwood girl friend, her clandestine affair with Prince Daemon Targaryen was discovered, earning her the moniker of The Dragon's Plaything, oft believed to draw attention to the many years between the lovers in age. Though there were fifteen summers between them, it was said that the prince sought her council, and referred to his mistress as nuhos ozzālanos, or my pyre in High Valyrian, a term that filled his elder brother with a simmering anger.

It was recorded that at one time, the new Queen of Westeros, Alicent Hightower, called her former friend and confidant secret keeper, though many wondered exactly what secret the queen was referring to. Maester Mellos recorded that it was to do with King Viserys' choice of second wife, though Maester Gyldayne is confident that the secret in question had nothing to do with Queen Alicent at all, and everything to do with the sudden death of Queen Aemma. One evening, while in his cups, King Viserys cornered Lady Sabitha at a feast in celebration of his second daughter's birth, loudly proclaiming for all the hear that she would henceforth be known as The Barren Bride for her inability to provide Ser Theodred or his own brother with a child. He cursed her, saying she would bear neither heir nor bastard. It is noted that Ser Theodred did nothing to dissuade the king and made no effort to comfort his wife. After the brutal murder of his grandson, Prince Jaehaerys, and the attack on his daughter and granddaughter, Lord Otto Hightower declared that Lady Sabitha was a shapechanger and a witch, accusing the woman of shedding her human body to take the form of a rat, leading the murderers Blood and Cheese through the tunnels of the holdfast and assisting in their heinous crimes. "The whore knows no shame, no bounds," the Hand raged to his grandson, Prince Aemond. "She is guilty of blood magic and more and I will have her head and her husband's for the death of the heir." When Lady Sabitha heard of the Hand's outburst, she rolled her eyes, waving off the accusation. "A rat, he says? Fitting, considering his own loyalties and betrayals. Perhaps Lord Otto should learn more about his enemies, and his own family, for what use does a dragon have for a rat?" Lady Sabitha lived out her days as The Lady of Whispers, maintaining the once-ruined keep on the northeastern coast of the crownlands that Prince Daemon was granted upon their wedding, largely believed to be the eye of a storm in the Black Queen's attempt to reclaim the Iron Throne. Many believe the granting of this keep to be King Viserys' final jab at his younger brother, sending him away from King's Landing one last time to live out his days with his barren bride.

[hvrtrcts]

BLOOD UPON THE SNOW -> after the young wolf dies in the red wedding and the war of the five kings finally comes to an end, druella bolton finds herself in a predicament when in a twist of events she is disinherited and the murderer of her younger brother, the bastard and his dogs rule the land of winter. the blood of the red kings flow in her blood, the leech lord's daughter she is called but when she is betrayed by her own father to be married off to a frey knight in all but name, druella knows she needs to take matter in her own hands. gif credits x

[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy Rating: Explicit Chapters: 20 (give or take) Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong, Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen, Eventual Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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CHAPTER TWO - REWRITE THIS PAIN WE OWN

The names of the others his mother and grandfather had listed off floated through his mind. Every single suitor was surely more worthy to be whatever it was they wanted him to be; every single one another reminder that they were forcing this. They weren’t even giving her to him, not to love like he wanted. No, they were taking his Maiden and turning her into a pawn just like him, placing her on the board beside him to move them both as his mother and grandfather pleased. It felt like something sacrificial; dark and maybe sacred in whatever deals had been made, whatever machinations brewed behind the curtains that he could not see. Everything worth having was meant to be claimed as he had Sunfyre, not shoved into his arms behind deceptively passive smiles.

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[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved WIPS | Welcome to the New Year's reveal of HEARTS OF STONE featuring THAEDA STONE

"I knew Valemen were proud, but I always assumed it was a kind of pride that made them virtuous," said Lady Catelyn. "No. Just unbearable," admitted Thaeda and hid her viciously smiling mouth inside a cup filled with more clarrey.

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[viscardiac]

A season left of summer - Masterlist

TAG || PLAYLIST

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.” “And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer. “She just might.” “Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.” “I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.

I - THIS IS A BAD IDEA

II - A THOUGHT TOO VILE TO ENTERTAIN

III - LIES AND MOCKERY

IV - I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

V - HELLO, HOW LOW

VI - LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

VII - BUT THEN IT STOPPED, AND I WAS IN THE DARKNESS, SO DARKNESS I BECAME

VIII - AND I KNOW THAT I'LL LOSE, BUT I'LL DO MY MOVE

IX - THE FLESH IN THE FRUIT AND THE BLOOD IN THE WINE

X - WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE EATS THE MOON?

XI - AND ALL OF THE FISH, LET THEM FLOUNDER

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 9

Cw: mentions of underage sex, refrenced statuory r*pe and loss of bodily autonomy(basically just a regular day in westeros)

Gif by @behindfairytales

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Jena Mertyns of Mistwood had risen in court using her gods-given gifts of charm and beauty in record time.

Lord Jasper Wylde had no need of more children ---he had a total of nine and twenty children with the bulk of them being illegitimate--- and while the Ironrod was prodigious with his cock, he was not a prince.

Bookish, violent, and misunderstood Aemond had been her second lover.

The first being her now husband who educated her in the ways of carnal pleasures.

She had been only six and ten when it began, Jena had been a Mertyns by birth and heir to Mistwood given her cousin ,brother of the first Lady Wylde, died without issue less than ten moons onto their marriage.

Ironrod had already had her by the time she arrived at court that year to make her case on the matter of her husband’s will, so she knew there was no one else to seduce to gain what was rightfully hers.

But then she met Aemond.

Aemond who was pleasant company when he wasn’t being the cold and indifferent prince with a talent for violence.

Aemond was she is very sure was a man maiden when she first brought him to her bed weeks after his sixth and tenth nameday.

She made him a man and now he had left her in the dust and replaced her with his six- and ten-year-old niece a year later.

Of course, Jena was a beauty with hair like ebony, a sharp tongue and powerful allies, but Princess Aemma with her silver gold ringlets, sweet demeanor and high rank had made her lose her coveted spot in both court and Aemond’s heart.

You are a servant, she is a queen, her husband had said when both began to feel the loss of her status as the One-Eyed Prince’s mistress.

They did not feel the waning of their influence for too long.

Not now that Prince Aegon out of spite had bent her over a card table after his little wife fucked his brother like she loved him.

Love.

The one thing few have and that you sure as hell do not find with your husband.

This morning she received jewels, gold and a gelding as dark as her hair.

Aemond had not been as generous, how could he be when a second son had less than the firstborn?

“Did you like the gelding, Lady Wylde?” Princess Aemma smiled sweetly as she asked.

She could be a bitch; marriage had made her a delightful creature.

The Pearl of Dragonstone had been as sweet as naïve as her goodsister, only the Pearl’s sweetness had begun to melt away to reveal sharp edges after her return from the progress.

A shitty husband and goodmother does that to a girl.

“Yes, his highness was rather thoughtful to gift me such a beautiful horse.” Jena thanked her knowing this faux kindness will leave once she hears the rumors of her and Aemond.

Jena had the advantage of the court gossip mill and friends amongst the ladies.

Aemma spent so much time playing the lord of the castle and bettering the lives of the smallfolk she had not bothered with making the vapid hens her friends like Jena had done.

Her name was not enough here.

Not when Alicent Hightower ruled with an iron fist.

The girl giggles, “He deserves no such praise, Lady Wylde. The gelding was my gift to you.  He wanted to give you a mare, but the gelding seemed more fitting.”

Ah, so it is true then! The lady catches onto the meaning quickly.

Oh, poor, stupid, Aemond.

He was being used as a stud and fell in love with his brother’s wife.

Really the mummers in Braavos could never write something as good as this.

“Yes, even more than you think, your highness. I heard you have acquired a stud worthy of a kingdom, a stud I broke in myself, I might add.

Rode him till he cried for mercy the morning your highness returned from the progress.” Jena lowered her voice and tried not to look too gleeful when the princess was caught unawares by her words.

She didn’t know, sweet Aemond had not told her about her.

“I suppose I should thank you; he is a great fuck.” The princess tries to shake off the surprise and returns fire like a natural when a handmaiden comes to tell her letters from Dragonstone had arrived for her. “Good day, Lady Wylde and I hope your new gelding satisfies you as much as he satisfied me.”

Nothing like fucking the same man to bring out the bitch in you.

“Bitch.” Jena mutters knowing she can hear her.

“Princess Bitch.” Aemma corrects with a disarming smile.

This will be the start of an interesting friendship.

Because her mother will be returning to court, Aemma must get her tonic ---which is a vial she must drink without fail once a week--- early and have enough in supply for the next moon.

Even meeting Aemond’s former lover has not hampered her joy at having her family and her ladies returning here.

Even grandmother is supposed to be coming for a visit.

Something about Uncle Vaemond wanting to contest grandfather’s will.

Why he’d do so when grandfather is perfectly fine and Baela and Rhaena are above him in the succession, is not said in the letter.

But that is a question for another day.

The first question of the day is why the apothecary’s shop is closed?

And the second is, why is Ser Criston here?

“Your goodmother has had me follow you ever since the agreement.” He says keeping things vague as if their silver hair peeking from their hoods and hats didn’t give them away already.

They wore hooded cloaks and while Teora in her Septa’s robes could hide her, they were too fine to not draw attention to them.

“I was buying fertility tonics; it is not my fault it did not work. If you will excuse me, Ser, I need to find another apothecary willing to keep their mouth shut for a reasonable price.” Aemma lied and tried to return to her unmarked carriage without him tailing her.

She had known the carriage was a bad investment.

“Lord Strong had the apothecary questioned, the ruse is up, your highness.” The Dornish knight whispers as he helps her into the fucking carriage like a little girl caught running off to cause mischief.

“Fuck.” Aemma mutters and gestures for him to join them inside the carriage.

“Language, Aemma.” Her Septa chastised her as if that even mattered now and she tells her so.

“I cannot, will not, have a child. I would rather have Silverwing burn me alive than give Aegon an heir.” Aemma digs her nails onto the leather seat to stop herself from crying at how much she fucking loathes the hand she has been dealt. “I do not want to live my mother’s life.”

“It is for the better of the realm, your highness.” He repeats the same phrase she hears from the septons, the maesters, the members of the small council and now the man who fucked her mother and has the audacity to call her a whore.

“As if that makes it any better!” She scoffed at his words. “My mother did the same and was branded a whore, by her no less! Her grace may feign to be righteous and good, but whatever hell my mother will burn in, it is a consolation to know Alicent will be right there beside her.”

The knight tries to counter her, spread the gospel about poor queen Alicent who only wants to protect her children and make the perfect puppet king for her father because gods forbid that woman grows a damn spine and tells her father to go fuck himself.

But Aemma does not listen.

Once she is queen, she will send her on a long walk off a short pier.

[hiddenqveendom]

* — VEINS OF FIRE : scenes in s2 pt. [1/?]

❝westeros is on the brink of a bloody civil war as the green and black councils take up arms for king aegon and queen rhaenyra, respectively...❞ —s2 e1 · a son for a son

ft. fiorella dondarrion, raisa royce, jaehra targaryen, seraena storm, & torvi the right eye.

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[lady-morrigen]

bound by briar, ignited by flame

Allana Tyrell, the Rose of the Reach, daughter of Lord Loras Tyrell and Lady Melessa of House Ambrose

In a world of political ambition and forbidden love, Allana Tyrell is sent to King’s Landing with hopes that she will catch the eye of Prince Aemond and further strengthen the alliance between House Tyrell and the Hightowers of Old Town. While secure in her position as one of Princess Helaena’s ladies, Allana finds herself drawn to a different Targaryen prince. The wrong one. Chaos erupts when the ailing King Viserys dies, upending Allana’s well-laid plans, exposing clandestine schemes, and kicking off a conflict, pitting blood against blood in an all-out battle for the throne. As war rages and alliances form, Allana confronts loves long forgotten, her parents’ unwieldy expectations, and an impossible choice between love and duty. 

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[artcinemas]

“Arya Revan is loyal to no one but herself and Otto Hightower should have known that before he calls over the kingsguard to capture the fatale herself.”

SONG OF THE SNAKES, PRELUDE

[godswood-girl]

FEEL ME IN THE FIRMNESS UNDER YOU

ALICENT HIGHTOWER | JANNA REDWYNE

She fell asleep by Aegon’s crib and dreamed herself a lighthouse, a column of green flame consuming the Red Keep from within. She dreamed herself calling wordlessly to the people of the Reach, to those who had named her ancestors kings long before the Taragaryens had ever come to their shores, and in her dream they came to her, wrapped themselves around her and the son in her arms and made them safe. When she woke, she knew what she had to do. -- Alone in an increasingly hostile court, Queen Alicent Hightower seeks out friends and allies that might defend her and her children. She doesn't expect to find quite so many. Or, Alicent Hightower, through the eyes of her ladies-in-waiting.

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[vampire-exgirlfriend]

The Many Names of Lady Wylla Karstark - they say i killed you (haunt me then)

I have been ruminating over the idea for a set like this for so long (waaaay before I even had an inkling of an idea of how to gif) and I was absolutely inspired by the incredible title set that @moireia created for her oc, Alyssa Snow.

Haunt Me is finally nearing the end (how are there only five chapters left?!) and I'm just so grateful for all of the support that I've had along the way - @jadore-andor and @emilykaldwen, I'm looking at you. Go read The Maiden and the Drowning Boy by Nat and check out Allana Tyrell, Mare's ASOIAF oc, if you want that good Aegon II content.

I will never not be in love with Wylla and Aemond and their romance and the family they built and held on to despite all the odds being stacked against them. If you've been along for their wild ride, thank you!

[czernyss]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 

Allise turned to look behind her uncle, where the queen and her rightful children sat in a wheelhouse of gilded metal, oil slick and silver. She could already imagine the happenings inside. Her mother would be sitting with little Tommen on her lap, and Myrcella would be playing with dolls on the caravan’s floor. Cersei Lannister, beautiful yet severe, would be watching her children with the kind of light only a parent could have for the ones they’d brought into this world. 

Allise knew the look well, because Cersei had never once directed it towards her. 

It wasn’t that her mother hated Allise. She thought it would be impossible for Cersei to hate any of her children, but Allise was not anyone. She was a bastard, a baby born from defilement. Everyone knew the story. It was often murmured behind her back from servants, loyal bannermen, and sometimes freeriders that stayed in the court. 

14 years ago, Cersei Lannister was coming back from a trip to Casterly Rock, the ancestral home of her House, when her carriage was accosted by a particularly unhappy crowd of beggars in Flea Bottom. Cersei was forced from her carriage, the guards unable to protect her in the crowds, and the queen emerged from the onslaught bloody and bruised. Months later, her belly began to swell, the truth of what really happened coming to light. Cersei’s father was furious, calling for the king to mercilessly punish those responsible. Justice was handed out, leaving thirteen civilians with their heads on spikes, limbs torn from their bodies and left to rot in the street where it had happened. 

The queen’s husband called for Cersei to get rid of the child, but for some reason Cersei refused. The stories were twisted from there, but most claimed the queen had actually gotten down on her knees and begged for King Robert to let her keep the child. Even more odd, the king had agreed. 

Fourteen years later, Allise couldn’t understand the reasoning. She couldn’t comprehend why she was still alive. 

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