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Below a snippet from chapter two of amidst salt and smoke, which is set seven years after season eight of Game of Thrones.

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“My lord, it has been six days and nights and the brigands are yet to return. They must have heard of our approach and have fled. Mayhaps we should return to Highgarden?”

Ser Normund Peake was the second son of Lord Titus Peake of Starpike, one of the Reach’s foremost bannermen, though a tad impoverished in recent decades. Ser Normund’s mother was Lady Margot Lannister, a distant cousin to the Hand of the King through one of the Lannister cadet branches, and her lord husband had used that connection to get his son a position at Highgarden.

The young lad was incompetent though. Not particularly bright nor greatly skilled with a sword. Not to mention his spoiled and self-indulgent nature which popped up during the most inopportune times. If it would not bring forth more questions than he was willing to answer, Bronn would have dismissed Ser Normund from his service and have him sent back to Starpike with his tail between his legs.

Alas, he was a great lord and as such he had to politick. No matter how distasteful he found the practice of it all.

Lord Titus was a lord who had kneeled and professed his fealty to his new Lord Paramount, and despite his open distaste of Bronn, he had never rebelled, nor showed any signs of disloyalty. As Talla had told him, that was more than many other lords of the realm could boast of.

“You are welcome to return to Highgarden, Ser Normund,” Ser Bertram Oakheart snapped at the cowardly young man, “Mayhaps you wish to take a warm bath and sample the fine foods of the Highgarden kitchens?”

The man of three and twenty flushed red, humiliated in front of two dozen fine knights, some of whom were more lowborn than most lords allowed in their employ.

“A knight must do uncomfortable things at times, young man,” the Oakheart knight was stern in his rebuke, “And to be honest, this is one of the least uncomfortable things I have had to do in the name of lordly justice.”

If Ser Normund could have grown any redder, Bronn is certain he would have.

“I apologize, captain,” the knight stuttered, “My lord.”

Bronn waves away the apology, wishing for all to just be quiet. Their seventh day laying wait for these brigands had commenced and the sun was blaring down upon their faces, even through the thick of the trees, where they had set up covert camp.

In the distance, Bronn could hear the approach of a caravan and gave a swift signal to their scout, who did as he was bid.

It did not take long for the young man to return, “Half a dozen carts, my lord. I believe they are grain couriers.”

“Good,” Ser Bertram replied, “We have found that grain caravans are disproportionally targeted by these brigands. I am certain this time will be no different, so ready yourselves for attack.”

The men around them nodded, most of them giddy at doing something worthwhile after days of waiting for any sign of their foes. Bronn did notice the worry upon Ser Normund’s visage but said nought. The boy was useless, and if the Lord of Highgarden had any luck whatsoever, he would run into a brigand’s sword that day.

Ser Bertram Oakheart had been right for just as the caravan had moved past them, from the Northwest the heavy sounds of hooves bashing the ground rang their way. With a quick look, their suspicions were confirmed. About a dozen brigands with face coverings were readying themselves for an attack by swiftly approaching the caravan guarded by only a few armed men.

It was far too expensive for many minor lords to hire great companies of armed knights to protect their caravans of trade wares—the Reach was suffering from the tithes demanded of them, both monetary and in-kind contributions.

Upon clambering on his horse, Bronn raised his hand high, waiting for the signal from their scout before giving the command to advance. It took only a few counts before the young man who was peeking through the greenery alerted his liege lord and Bronn lowered his hand swiftly.

As one, the two dozen knights, either on horseback or on foot, descended upon the group of brigands, who were shocked at the attack. From atop his mighty steed, the Lord of Highgarden was the first to engage, swinging his sword and taking off the arm of one of the brigands, who fell upon the ground, screaming in agony.

The other men followed his example, with Ser Bertram at the front.

“Keep a few alive!” Bronn shouted as he swiftly rode after one of the fleeing men. It seemed as if his Dornish sand steed was swifter than the one used by the cowardly thief for the former sellsword quickly caught the man. Bashing his horse into his, the man flew from his saddle onto the hard ground.

Before the brigand could do anything, Bronn had jumped from the back of his horse and put the tip of his sword at the man’s throat, “Who are you? Where is the remainder of the wares you stole?”

The man merely grinned before he pulled a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed himself in the throat.

Bronn watched with wide eyes as the madman bled out before his eyes.

The Lord of Highgarden could not grasp what was happening. One second he was chasing the brigand and the next he was lying dead on the ground with a gaping wound in his throat. What started as a heavy flow of blood spreading around the man, eventually turned into a steady trickle.

Bronn just kept watching with wide eyes. He had seen a great deal of bloodshed in his life. Had inflicted quite a bit of it himself but this? The utter glee with which the man took his own life was baffling to him. Why would he do such a thing and smile about it?

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"When we were young, Jaime and l, we looked so much alike even our father couldn’t tell us apart. l could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and l was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, and l was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired."

"You are your father's chosen successor."

"He did not prepare me to fight. Instead, I was given my father's cup, taught the name of every lord and castle between Storm's End and the Twins, but not the difference between hilt and foible."

"I should have been born a man. I'd rather face a thousand swords than be shut up inside with this flock of frightened hens."

"If I had been a son, a sword thrust into my hand the moment I could walk."

GAME OF THRONES 2.09: BLACKWATER | HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.05: REGENT

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List of Books I Read While Working Nights At an Acute Mental Health Hospital That Weirded Out My Coworkers When I Explained the Plot

Bloom by Delilah S. Dawson- lesbians and cannibalism

The Entire Locked Tomb Series by Tamsy Muir: lesbian necromancers in space with no reliable narrators

Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix- not really weird but explaining the meta final girls plot was hard and I fumbled it I think

Starling House by Alex E. Harrow: it's family trauma and cycles The Book

Blackwater by Michael McDowell: Evil Mermaid Except You're Definitely Rooting For Her

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix: it's what it sounds like except even cooler imo

My Best Friend's Exorcism by Grady Hendrix (I was on a kick, okay?): what it sounds like except they should have been lesbianing it up at the end and they weren't and that was disappointing but the rest of the book 10/10

Swamplandia! by Karen Russel: wow these siblings tore my heart out i love them but also WOOF look at a TW/CW list before you read it

The Whitehall Manor Books by L.V. Pires: First book, LOVED. Cursed family? LOVED. The other two books? Eh. Honestly, don't bother

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8 - We're Family Now and Always

Picture Aemma in the gif as Rhaella Targaryen

Part 9

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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The two guards posted outside my mothers bed chamber door opened it allowing me and Jaime to walk inside the room before they were shut quickly behind us. Sitting at the foot of her bed my mother was laid upright against the pillows after the Maester had put her on strict bed rest for the last few months of her pregnancy. “How are you doing this morning, mother?”

“I’ve been better - ohh. Ser Jaime come and sit with us. You don’t have to guard the door while there’s two outside the door.” My mother groaned, lifting her hand waving the golden knight over.

He lightly shook his head no. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t be right, my queen.”

“Are you defying an order from your queen?” I turned around slightly to face him, sending him a glare.

Jaime bent his head down eyeing his boots crossing the room and sitting across from me looking at my mother when he spoke to her. “My apologies, my queen. What do you need me to do for you?”

“Give me your hand.” She commands him and when he does she opens her right fist dropping a small object into his palm.

He closed his palm and opened it when he had his hand near his chest allowing me to see whatever it was. “My queen, what is this?”

“The wedding ring Ser Hasty gave to me. We were never allowed to wed as you both know but that doesn't mean you two cannot be.”

Hanging my mouth opened I was almost out of words. “Mother, I - I don't know what to say.”

“My queen, that is very generous of you but there's one big problem. I'm a Kingsguard forbidden from marriage or inherent.” Jaime eyed the ring that had one simple jewel in the center and some lines engraved on the sides but it was still a very simple ring, the object in question wasn't the problem for us.

Rhaella eyed the knight beside me. “Don’t tell me you two haven't thought about it. I know you two love one another.”

“Mother, it's just - we're not allowed to by law.”

She cut me off shortly. “Do you think that your brother cared about the law when he told me he was going to marry Lyanna Stark?”

“He told you about that. I - I thought he only told me out of fear that anyone else would inform our father.” I gasped realizing that of course he would tell her after all she was our mother.

She nodded her head slowly yes with a smile playing on her lips. “He’s getting married to her in a fortnight. You and Jaime should join them in Dorne. I may not be able to watch you marry but at least I can have a part in making it happen.”

I grinned in her direction when Jaime slipped the ring on my left finger, greatly that his mother’s friend approved of the relationship he had built with her daughter. “Thank you, my queen. I will do the best I can to be the husband your daughter deserves when we do get married.”

“Call me Rhaella please. We’ll be family someday.” My mother grasped his freehand on her own and we allowed for that comfortable silence between our family just enjoying the moment.

“Have you thought of the baby's name yet?”

She lowered her gaze. “I've been very occupied with simply carrying the infant in my womb. You'll understand one day when you have children.”

I lightly threw my hands up in disbelief that she hadn't settled on a name yet. “I can't believe this right now.”

She asked me clicking her tongue throwing out a name. “Daenys, perhaps?”

Shaking my head no in disagreement I knew that name didn’t seem right for my baby sister. “Nah, that’s not right.”

“What would you name the baby if I allowed you to?” Rhaella laughed at my response.

I clicked my tongue and got a better name to come to mind. “Daenerys.” My mother kindly smile back at me agreeing how the name sounded from my mouth settling on that would be her name.

Silently staring at Tyrion while he slept it had been weeks since he had woken up from the battle against Stannis. Sitting in a chair at his bedside I flipped through pages of one of his books until I had heard him groan as he blinked his eyes responding with a groggy voice. “Vae - is there any wine?”

“How about we get some water in you first before you get any alcohol.”

He grumbled some noises in complaint but drank the cup I had given him nonetheless shifting his body so he was laying up against the pillows more. “Please give me wine now?”

“In a while. The Maester said you need more water. You're dehydrated and that cut needs to heal.”

Tyrion’s green eyes scanned over me, noticing a chain necklace hanging down on the inside of my dress that he hadn’t seen before or had just forgotten about. “What's that necklace for? I - I don't remember you wearing one.”

“Oh right.” I realized that he wouldn't know considering I only wore it when I was asleep alone in my chamber but forgot to take it off this morning. “It’s from my mother. She gave it to your brother when she told us to follow my brother Rhaegar and get married as well.”

Tyrion weakly smiles. “So you’re my sister in law now?”

“Only around you and Jaime. The rest of the world doesn’t even know I exist, remember, the only Targaryen to walk the seven Kingdoms alive.”

He corrected my words instantly. “You're not the only Targaryen, Vaella.”

“Yes I am. My brother's and sister were slaughtered on the battlefield or on the orders of Tywin Lannister.”

The dwarf before me that I sometimes couldn't look at when he joined me and Jaime for drinks spoke the secret he had been keeping from me. “That’s what the world was told to believe. But it's not true. There have been whispers from across the Narrow Sea that a Targaryen girl still lives, along with three baby dragons.” He could never imagine what it must be like for me. Yet he knew that I didn't like him very much because he and Cersei were Jaime’s siblings, they were still alive while mine weren't.

“Daenys alive.”

He nodded his head slowly yes. “It's not for certain. But it is very much possible.”

“What about my other brother Viserys?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I'll have to find out at the next small council meeting.”

“I can't believe this. I'm not - I thought I was alone and now I'm not.” Getting up from my chair I paced around the room feeling so many emotions running through me. Not all my siblings were dead and maybe one day I wouldn't be the only Targaryen in this city. Throwing my hands up in the air I cheered until my stomach felt queasy and I called towards the door. “Sansa!”

“Sansa?” Tyrion knitted his brows together.

The chamber door got bursted open and the auburn hair flew across the room holding my hair back when I bent over puking into Tyrion’s chamber pot. “I’m coming!” She had basically been following me since the night I had told her who I truly was.

“Lady Stark, do you know why she’s puking?” He asked her.

She shook her head no before I lifted my head up wiping my hand across my mouth sitting at the foot of his bed feeling exhausted from what had just occurred. “She knows I’m a Targaryen. The reason I’m throwing up I don’t know.”

“Vaella, I’m going to ask this one time. Do you still have your maiden hood?” He softly asked me, seeing my response as a head shake of no. “Podrick! Bring me Maester Pycelle.”

Pycelle, the old Maester that had served under my father’s command and many other Targaryens entered the room being escorted in by Bronn. “You wished to see me, my lord.”

“I need you to examine Clarrise here to see if she’s pregnant.” Bronn stood guard at the door, sword already in hand when Tyrion delivered his very serious threat. “And if you tell anyone about this I will have Bronn take your cock.”

Maester Pycelle had me do quite a few different exams before he found the answer asking me a simple question. “When was the last time you’ve bled?”

“It’s been a few weeks. Why?”

He corrected me. “Try about three months, my lady.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“You’re pregnant.” The Maester focuses his attention directly onto me with Tyrion and Sansa sitting on either side of me waiting for the news.

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in hotd we have criston cole — no name from nowhere who turned out to be known as the greatest swordsman in westeros bc rhaenyra acknowledged him and made him a kingsguard

in asoiaf we have bronn — no name from nowhere (even more literally) who turned out to be known an outstanding swordsman bc tyrion acknowledged his skills

so i find this title “the greatest” so funny bc neither we nor westerosi people do not actually know how many people like them who can perhaps beat ser arthur dayne are there in some shitholes and nobody has ever heard of them bc they just don’t want to be known

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i saw request are open, soo...

what about young !sansa stark being in love in you (headcannons>)

So because you didn't specify the gender of the reader... I took some liberties and decided to make them female :)

Sansa first meet you in kings landing, you were assigned to her as her lady of company by the queen, the main porpuse of it was to not only spy Sansa but also a tactic of Cersei to take more control placing the ones that are loyal to her. In fact you are her cousin, the sister of lancel.

I think that at first she will ignore you a little (sorry hehe) because in a romantic level we know that at that stage is imposible (Sansa didn't have time to explore yet her sexuality and she is infatuated with Joffrey).

In a platonic way she is still very much friends with Jane pool, that is also her lady of company. I imagine the whole thing to go like you being the third wheel.

But things will change quickly, in fact she wants to make a good impression with the queen, so she will try to talk to you more (mostly out of politeness).

Due to your patient and amicable nature you become fast friends but not as near as her relationship with Jane.

When things went downwards (Joffrey being proclaimed as king and Lord stark being decapitated) Sansa was left alone in a place full of serpents wanting to bite her.

Her father was dead, her sister was gone and her foes and friends were not there. The only "friend" or person of minimal trust was you.

Also, you were the only one protecting her against the fury of Cersei and her bastard son, tending her wounds when she was hurt and hugging her at night when she had nightmares about her father's death.

As days passed and hope faded, you two became closer, sharing secrets and stories in sweet whispers when you two were alone in her chambers.

In the day when all court was against her, you show her your support by holding her hand and calming her nerves by caressing her hair.

Sansa thought that her blushing checks when you show her affection and having such fervent desire to touch the skin of your face when the two of you were rested in bed together, where only normal things that a friend might feel for the other.

The part of looking at your lips and thinking how they might feel in hers were not that friendly feelings, yet she didn't think hard about it or she will become a ball of nerves and blush.

You obviously were not oblivious to her growing feelings for you, giving that her looks at your form where not as discreet as she would think.

Initially you wanted to wait until your family became uninterested about Sansa whereabouts and acts to talk about the strange "friendship" that you and her were having.

Yet, Sansa surprised you with her forwardness on the night after Stannis failed attack to the city (not the best moment for that but whe know that poor Sansa was in so much distress).

While the man where fighting outside, the high born lady's and the children were inside the queen chambers. Sansa and you sat down beside Cersei in your respective places.

When you were occupied to assess the state of your injured brother that came crashing the door, Sansa disappeared in thin air between the caos of the room when your cousin decided to abandon all.

Desperately you called her name over and over again on the way to her chambers, asking yourself where the fuck she went at this hour of the night with how dangerous was the keep in this times of war.

Seeing Sandor Clenage coming out of her room cover in blood and clearly drunk, was not a sight to calm your nerves, so you dash to encounter face to face with a distraught Sansa.

Coming out of her stupor she rushed to you and stamp her lips with yours, catching you by surprise. You continue the kiss, to later assure her that her feelings were reciprocated.

That night she slept like a baby in your embrace, while you murmured to her ear hopes for an escape from this hell that you called the Red keep.

Pd: I think I got carried away hehe...hope you like it!!💓💓

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Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty Two

"Fuck the kingsguard. Fuck the city. Fuck the king.", Sandor growls, finally having enough of Kingslanding.

He leaves Tyrion and Joffrey standing. He makes his way inside, drinking the wine he demanded.

He knew they were losing on the field and all the fire became too much for him. Everyone is giving their all and everyone seem so focused on the battle that he knows it's the perfect time for him to flee and make is way to his childhood home.

As he walks through the hall, he walks past Sansa's door. They'll kill her if Stannis wins. He knows Fraye was fond of her and he doesn't truly want to see anything happen to her. He opens the door, not bothering to knock. She's not inside. He takes a seat in a chair, deciding to wait just a bit for her.

A few moments later, the door opens. He watches her bolt the door. She turns and picks up a doll from the table next to him.

"The lady is starting to panic.", Sandor says, watching how he startles her.

"What are you doing here?", she asks, clearly confused.

"Not here for long. I'm going.", he replies.

"Where?"

"To find Fraye. Then someplace that isn't burning. North, might be. Could be."

"What about the king?"

"He can die just fine on his own."

Sandor stands up, taking another swig of his wine.

"I can take you with me. Take you to Winterfell.", he offers,

I'll keep you safe. Do you want to go home?"

"I'll be safe here. Stannis won't hurt me.", Sansa tells him.

Sandor starts to feel annoyed by her stupidity. He walks close to her.

"Look at me.. Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is built by killers. So you'd better get used to looking at 'em.", Sandor tries to warn her.

"You won't hurt me.", she replies, looking him in the eye.

"No, little bird. I won't hurt you."

He turns toward the door, unlocking it. He looks back at her. He can see her thoughts running wild.

"I'm sorry but I can't.", she tells him.

"Suit yourself."

He walks out the door, shutting it.

He makes his way down to the stables. He finds Stranger. The big horse is clearly nervous from all the loud noises. Sandor grabs his reigns, shushing him. He pets his muzzle, calming him.

After saddling him and loading up what little bit of food he stole from Sansa's room, he mounts him.

Trying to leave, he notices a couple guards by the gates. He's quick to unsheath his sword and cut both men down.

Sliding his sword back on his hip, he takes in a breath.

"Fuck.", he says to himself.

He is finally on his way. He hopes to any fucking gods that he didn't take too long and Fraye is still in one piece.

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I had made a post so haha funny about game of thrones and then I accidentally exited out of the app before hitting post and it’s not saved in my drafts I’m gonna throw up all of my jokes are dead this is like when Theon killed all the ravens and then wanted to send a raven south I’m gonna

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like wdym the lords of the reach did nothing when BRONN BECAME LORD OF HIGHGARDEN?? make it make sense