#gameofthrones sims

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Domino Effect

Following Dorthea's passing, The Dowager Queen Margaery's health declined. And by the winter of 1354, she was seemingly nearing her final days. Her bedchamber was filled with priests, nuns, and her closest family, as they all loyally stood by her side. Margaery sat up in her bed and called for her grandchildren. Princess Augusta first came to her, kneeling at her side.

"Augusta, you are a vision of grace and strength. I am so proud of the woman you've become," Margaery spoke softly, her eyes filled with love as she gazed at her granddaughter. "Your beauty is a reflection of your grandmother, Queen Anne. I see her spirit shining through you," Margaery continued, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "I am sorry for the pain caused by my son's actions against you, your mother, and our family. It weighs heavy on my heart."

"But do not let my passing hinder your path, Augusta," she urged, her voice gaining strength as she caressed her cheek. "Go to Tartosa, you are to be Empress one day, and let love and diplomacy mend what has been broken. Your future is bright, my dear, and nothing should stand in its way." With tears in her eyes, Augusta moved to the side. King Edward walked to his grandmother's bedside, taking her cold and frail hand into his. Margaery looked into Edward's eyes with a sense of peace, her hand trembling as she reached for her grandson's. "Edward, in your hands rests the crown's unwavering legacy. Let the realm feel your benevolence, as my Wilhelm once did, for kindness and devotion are the strongest swords," Margaery whispered weakly.

Edward clasped her hand gently, his eyes reflecting the weight of her words. "I will do my utmost, to honor both you and my grandfather's legacy. I pray that I can bring as much light to the realm as you both once did."

With a faint smile, Margaery continued, "Your grandfather would be proud, just as I am, for your reign shall mend the scars of your fathers mistakes. Seek a queen whose heart mirrors your resolve, for in her lies the future of our line."

Edward nodded solemnly, his determination shining through. "I will find a queen who shares our vision, one who will stand by my side as we steer our realm under the Watcher's guidance."

Margaery's voice grew softer, yet carried a firmness that belied her frailty. 'The crown must never falter, Edward, for it is the beacon that guides this realm,' she reminded him. 'I need to rest now for a while.' Her words were gentle, yet weighted with the knowledge of impending farewells. As Edward leaned in, she whispered to him, 'Remember always, I love you dearly."

In these moments, Margaery also imparted a crucial decision. The Kingdom of Effenmont, a jewel off the coast of Windenburg that had come into her possession after her father's passing years prior, would pass to King Edward upon her eventual departure, becoming a state of Windenburg. This gift, intertwined with her love and guidance, would forever shape the realm they both held dear.

As Edward gazed out the window at the falling snow, he felt the weight of centuries resting upon his shoulders, each snowflake a whispered reminder of the legacy he must uphold, the mistakes he must correct, and the future he must forge for his realm and his people.

In the early hours of the morning the following day, Margaery lay on her bed, her eyes fluttering open slightly as she weakly called out for Edward. He hurried to her side, his heart heavy with impending loss, yet he masked his emotions with a calm demeanor.

With a stern but loving expression, Margaery reached out for Edward's hand and whispered, "Do not forget what I've told you, The crown must never fall."

Edward nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting determination and sorrow. "I won't forget, I promise."

As Margaery attempted to sit up, a sharp pain pierced through her chest, causing her to gasp. She cried out for a priest, her voice strained yet resolute. The priest rushed to her bedside, offering prayers and comfort as Margaery lay back, her breaths becoming shallower.

In her final moments, She whispered her late husband's name, a final farewell to the love of her life. "Wilhelm?" she breathed, her voice barely audible amidst the hushed room. Her eyes slowly closed, and the priest, after a brief examination, turned to the King with a somber apology, saying, 'I'm sorry, Your Grace. she has passed.' The room fell into a solemn silence, the weight of Margaery's legacy lingering in the air."

Edward stood by the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on Margaery's frail form. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting a somber ambiance that mirrored the heavy emotions in Edward's heart. Though surrounded by loved ones and attendants, he felt an unyielding solitude settle upon him, as if the world had receded into a distant murmur, leaving only him and his grandmother in that final moment.

In the days that followed Margaery's passing, a wave of sorrow swept through the kingdom as news of her departure spread like wildfire. Citizens from all walks of life, from the bustling markets to the quiet countryside, made their way to Westsimster Abbey, their solemn faces a testament to the deep respect and admiration they held for their departed queen.

Inside the grand halls of the abbey, a scene of profound mourning unfolded. The royal family stood together, their heads bowed in reverence, as they surrounded Margaery's peaceful figure. She lay adorned in her finest regal attire, a testament to her grace and dignity even in death. Her robes, woven from the finest purple satin, cascaded around her in gentle folds, accentuated by the soft gleam of ermine furs that spoke of her regal lineage.

A crown, symbolizing her reign and legacy, graced her brow, its jewels catching the flickering candlelight and casting a radiant glow upon her serene features. Despite the weight of grief that hung heavy in the air, Margaery appeared as if she were merely slumbering, her expression one of tranquil repose. As Edward approached Margaery's resting place, his heart heavy with sorrow, he found solace in the memories of her unwavering strength and kindness. With a voice touched by emotion, he spoke to the gathered mourners:

"We stand here today not just to mourn the loss of a queen, but to honor the legacy of a matriarch whose love and wisdom guided us all. Margaery was not just a ruler; she was the heart and soul of our family, a beacon of grace and compassion in times of turmoil. Her absence leaves a void that can never be filled, but her legacy of unity and empathy will continue to inspire us as we navigate the path ahead. Let us remember her not with tears of sadness, but with gratitude for the light she brought into our lives."

Following her funeral, Margaery was placed in her coffin and carried beneath the grand halls of Westsimster Abbey. There, in the dim light of the crypt, she was laid to rest beside her late husband, King Wilhelm IV. The royal family gathered around her final resting place, their faces etched with grief as they mourned her one last time.

The chamber echoed with the soft sounds of weeping and whispered prayers, a testament to the deep loss felt by all. As the moment of farewell drew to a close, they began to exit the chamber, their hearts heavy with sorrow. King Edward lingered at the entrance, his eyes cast downward in despair. His mind was full of emotions, an immense amount of grief, responsibility, and reflection.

He thought of his grandmother's final counsel, the words that would forever resonate within him: "The crown must never falter." The weight of her legacy and the promise he had made felt almost overwhelming in that moment.

As he took his final steps out of the chamber, Edward whispered to himself, "I will not let you down, this crown shall never fall.".

Queen Margaery 1279-1354 (75 yrs)

May the Watcher guide her into the light ♡

[celindelouisa]

Daenerys Reborn in Fire

"I am Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria – I am the Dragon’s Daughter. And I swear to you, that those who would harm you will die screaming.”

[motyacat]

Fire & Blood

[leeramonesims]

Base Game Red Keep

Base Game  

No cc

2 bedrooms 

3 bathrooms

residential lot

50x50 lot

§ 389 539

built in Willow Creek 

fully furnished

I built this a while ago, and had a lot of fun doing so. It passed my play test (Iron Throne included!).

Can be played as a normal house, with space for up to 3 sims. It is fully furnished, and is ready to be used!

Download

SimFileShare [ here ]

Gallery [ here ]

[nightingalesongx]

Part 2 of my GOT picture series! 

I was decorating a house in the sims with my dany picture and thought...I wish Missandei had some pictures! so this mod was born!

She’s my favorite character (after Dany of course) and just like Dany D&D Killed her off and I was heartbroken! also, her and grey worm where my OTP out of the whole series!  so here they all are! In picture form of course ;) 

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE:

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CFng00_kgrWkHjBzzbW4USjvcuGeZV7K/view?usp=sharing

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do! at this rate all of my sims houses will be full of Missandei and Daenerys pictures! 

I’m thinking of doing Dany’s dragons next! let me know what you want to see :)

[birksche]

Missandei ( Game of Thrones )

Missandei ( Game of Thrones )

[we-auroraangel]

*From the one of love scene from Game of thrones SS8 EP.2

❤ Gendrya [Gendry X Arya] ❤

“We’re probably going to die soon, I want to know what is like for the happened.”

“Arya I-”

Hope you like this,guys ^^

*I confess that when I saw this scene, I said 'For the first time in forever!!!' out loud (Gendrya is my favorite ship in got) *LOL* and then my sims inspired was begun*

PS.

This is my first post and My first experience to share my sims on the tumblr

Sorry if my sims unlike the real character

[undertheplumbobpodcast]

When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. 

Cersei 

[maddynathan-cc-blog]

Game of thrones painting

Need Get to work

3 colors

https://simfileshare.net/download/1073659/

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Reaving: Part 1

By the winter of 1360, Bagley's soldiers were weathered and broken, their numbers decimated by relentless combat. Fields once green now lay soaked in blood, where brave men fought tirelessly for their homeland. Yet, despite every ounce of strength, their ranks dwindled with each assault. The faces of those who remained showed the toll of countless battles, yet their spirits stood defiant, willing to face the bitter end. But as the snow fell, heavy and silent, it became grimly clear: the tide of war had shifted, and the conclusion was only a matter of time.

At Windenburg Castle, Bagley’s royal family had sought refuge for nearly two years, with King Henry traveling back and forth to rally his forces. On this night, they gathered in the warmth of their privy chamber, sharing a silent understanding of the call soon to come. Henry held Philippa close as she spoke, her voice trembling. “Henry… must you truly go? I know this is your duty, but I can hardly bear the thought of you riding off into such danger again.” Henry gently took her hand in his, clutching her arm in reassurance. “I must, my love. Our people need me. You know I would stay if I could.”

Philippa nodded, struggling to steady her heart, but a lingering dread stayed with her as she looked at the flames. Nearby, Prince Harold wrapped an arm around his young wife, Princess Anne. He tried to calm her worry, speaking with a gentle resolve, “I know you’re frightened. But everything will be fine, I promise. This is part of what it means to be in my family, and one day, a king.” She met his gaze, her sadness unmistakable. “But must it always be war? Must you always ride off, leaving me behind to wonder if you’ll return?” Harold looked toward the fire, his gaze somber. “One day, I will have to hold the crown, and I’ll need to know how to lead. These moments, these trials, they’re how I’ll learn. How we will learn.”

Just then, a guard entered with urgency. “Your Grace, the storm is closing in fast, and we must make haste if we’re to reach the camp before dawn.” Prince Harold rose quickly, then turned to his son Philip, kneeling to meet his eyes. “My son, I must depart, and it may be long before I see you again. But remember this: no matter how far I may go, my heart remains here, bound to you and your mother. While I’m gone, guard our home with a strength that belies your years, for you carry a part of me within you.” With those final words, King Henry, Harold and the men departed into the early winter morning.

Later that morning, the dim glow of candles, shadows danced along the stone walls of the Arnold family’s privy chamber. Lady Prudence, Countess of Westfield, and Princess Jane sat close, sharing wine and food as they conversed in hushed voices. Prudence leaned forward with a conspiratorial tone. “You would not believe the scandal that unfolded at court last week, Jane. The Dowager Duchess of Richmond was caught sneaking a letter to that dreadful baron, no doubt hoping to secure herself a ‘better alliance.’”

“Truly?” Jane replied, a slight smirk touching her lips. “The ambition of some never ceases to amuse me. They grasp and claw as if the throne itself were but a heartbeat away.” They exchanged a knowing glance, laughter simmering just beneath the surface before the topic shifted to matters more immediate.

"And speaking of the throne… it appears our sweet Adelaide has captured the King’s eye quite thoroughly, wouldn’t you say?” Prudence’s voice dripped with feigned innocence. Jane raised an eyebrow. “Thoroughly indeed. She hardly leaves his side. It seems just a matter of time before we’ll see her crowned queen.”

Prudence laughed softly. “Ah, imagine the gowns we shall commission then! Silks and brocades finer than any the court has seen. After all, Adelaide will be in quite the position to indulge our tastes once she’s… comfortably seated beside the King.” Jane’s face softened into an equally sly grin. “And your granddaughter is as malleable as clay in your hands, no doubt.”

Prudence’s expression shifted, a gleam of intent flashing in her eyes. “Let us say she knows where her loyalty must lie. A word here, a nudge there, and she becomes the instrument of my will without even knowing it.” Jane’s eyes sparkled with understanding. “Then let us hope our King is as blinded by love as Adelaide is by ambition. Together, I daresay, we shall shape this kingdom to our liking.”

Later that evening, King Edward held court with a display of undeniable intent, Lady Adelaide at his side—a position typically reserved for a queen, a signal that echoed through the halls of Windenburg Castle, sending ripples of speculation among the gathered nobles. As the hour grew late, Adelaide turned to Edward, her tone dripping with feigned politeness. “Your Grace, with your leave, I shall retire for the evening.”

Edward nodded, granting her permission, and she swept away, the soft rustle of her gown echoing in the grand hall.

As Adelaide ascended the staircase, she turned the corner of the dimly lit hallway, and her path collided with that of a maidservant who had been rounding the bend. The maid laughed, momentarily startled by the sudden encounter, but her laughter only served to ignite Adelaide’s ire. Offended by the girl's mistake, Adelaide’s expression hardened, and without warning, she struck the servant girl across the face with a swift, unforgiving motion.

"Watch yourself, girl," she hissed, her voice cold and cutting. "A clumsy servant with no regard for her betters has no place here. Remember your place, and remember who will soon wear the crown." The maidservant's eyes widened in shock as she touched her reddened cheek, words caught in her throat. Adelaide, a storm of disdain, continued her tirade. “Next time, show some respect, or you’ll find yourself out in the streets.” With that, she swept past, her silk skirts trailing like a shadow of malice as she stormed away, leaving the girl trembling in her wake.

Unbeknownst to Adelaide, Queen Cordelia stood at the top of the staircase on the third level, her expression a mask of concern as she had witnessed the entire encounter unfold. Every word struck like a hammer, revealing the true nature of the woman her son had chosen to elevate. In that moment, a chill of dread coursed through her, knowing that this girl could be a dangerous pawn in a game far more perilous than the politics of the court. She felt a deep worry for Edward, who was blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking behind Adelaide’s smile—a darkness that could one day threaten the very crown he sought to uphold.

[simmring]

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” (Or let the captive run away.) 

[celindelouisa]

So apparently there is a second static pose, too?? It was along with the same files. Yay for options! Just gotta fill those tiny holes in the wings and then this one will be coming, too :). Positive surprises!

[motyacat]

[batsfromwesteros]

Daenerys Targaryen

New Hairstyle by @adedarma

[lerchara]

[nightingalesongx]

I quickly whipped together some Daenerys Targaryen pictures! I’ve made my opinion known on what happened to her in season 8 (BOOOO!!) so I decided to make some pictures for my sims house to remember her (and of course the wonderful actress who bought her to life!!) IMO she will always be the true queen of the seven kingdoms! 

Download (base game compatible!):

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1mrvQI5B1RG__IpArgkdljACb_a4PPwkI

hope you like them!! <3 (the house I use to display my CC is pralinesims french townhouse!)