#i say this as someone who really loves sansa
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another anti-dany post from someone with a sansa pfp, another blocked user đđ
#why are they Like That?#i say this as someone who really loves sansa#yes dany is my fav asoiaf female character but i LOVE THEM ALL#arya brienne asha arianne hell even cersei!#~i'm gonna be so pissed if the prophecy is real and confirm the targs are Special and the show is pro dany uwu~#sweetie your precious jon snow is half targ too lmao. daenerys literally woke dragons from stone#they're the prince who was promised/azor ahai/whatever we want to call it. targs are only human and as any feudal family in asoiaf#*extremely* flawed to say the least... but. these are fantasy books. the special bloodline⢠deconstruction is not#'the heir to the dragon kings will go InSaNe in an astoundingly misogynistic and ableist plot twist' but#the people who will save the world - the chosen ones - are a girl in a horribly patriarchal world#and a bastard in a society that demonize them#(and obviously bran - a 'cripple' - and arya - a gnc girl - and tyrion - a dwarf - etc. too)#THAT'S the deconstruction. this is a '90 fantasy series for god's sake#val speaks#txt
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if winds of winter comes out and Sansa and Jon's friendship was a TV show hallucination idk what I'll do. set myself on fire? drown in a lake?
#shut up az#something about two siblings who didn't get along out of pure apathy not hate or dislike but pure don't give a shit#growing up to realize they're not actually siblings but choosing to still mean that much to each other and not letting blood separate them#Sansa telling Jon that he will always be a Stark and her brother as long as far as she's concerned meant so much to me idk how to say it#like they both yearned to have their families back and even though they weren't part of what the other missed#when they were reunited they were EXACTLY what the other needed to feel human and safe and loved again#like the fantasies Sansa had of Robb coming to save her and being a noble king were fulfilled by Jon better than Robb could have managed#and Jon yearning for literally any soft female influence in his life and Sansa relearning how to be vulnerable to fill that while#still being strong enough to back him up#like listen. I love Sansa and Arya's dynamic switch too but Sansa and Jon are the Siblings Of All Time#and I refuse to believe that when Jon rode out beyond the wall he doesn't sometimes come home and visit the way Benjen used to#like Sansa is not super maternal but also I think when Jon yearned for a mother he really just wanted someone who would put him first and#Sansa literally always did once they were reunited like she was immediately like my brother is my king. also I'm making him clothes.
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"I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight [âŚ]" (Sansa III, AGOT) âWed?â Sansa was stunned. âYou and my aunt?â âThe Lord of Harrenhal and the Lady of the Eyrie.â You said it was my mother you loved. But of course Lady Catelyn was dead, so even if she had loved Petyr secretly and given him her maidenhood, it made no matter now. (Sansa VI, ASOS)
I find that these little passages reveal something interesting about sansa's personality. specially when you juxtapose how she's characterized in the text and her worldviews here, and how at first glance they may seem contradictory. but first, let's take two things into account:
the patriarchal society of westeros is very strict on women's sexuality. which means that not only is female virginity held in great value, but also female adultery is very firmly condemned by everyone, unlike men who are allowed to maintain public mistresses and flaunt their bastards everywhere.
sansa is characterized as the conformist, the one who internalizes her society's rules. she's very religious, she's a proper lady in every sense of the word and she often says and does exactly what she's told.
and yet, in these passages we can see that sansa does not care much about societal rules when it comes to intimate feelings. she often hails aemon and naerys' (supposed) forbidden love without a single care that queen naerys was bound by duty to a husband and aemon was meant to be loyal to his king. but most astonishing of all is her nonchalant response to petyr's (false) information that her mother was not a virgin when she married. on one hand it may speak on sansa's views towards women's sexuality, since her current friends (mya and randa) are girls who engage in sex out of wedlock, and she never judges them, just like she doesn't judge her mother for apparently doing the same, and catelyn continues to be the person she admires the most. sansa also doesn't view her parents' relationship any differently because of this, the marriage between ned and cat is still as happy as she remembers, because all that matters to her is that there was love in the home she grew up in. the thing about sansa's character is that she plays by the rules up until a certain point, but on the inside she always prioritizes emotion over societal norms, and that's why she looks more upset at petyr for marrying someone while claiming to love another, because in her mind he's being unfaithful to his heart by marrying out of practicality. we have examples that showcase sansa's prioritizing feelings in AGOT when she, the good daughter, disobeys her father for the first time because she thought she was in love with joffrey, and in ASOS where she never thinks she owes tyrion anything just because he's her husband. so it comes as no surprise that she's so infatuated with the love story of an adulterous and incestuous relationship like aemon and naerys'. one of the main themes in this series is that feelings don't care about honor. and if love is the death of duty then sansa seems more than happy to see duty killed for the sake of love.
of course this doesn't mean she'll stay that way, specially when she's already lost her so much of her innocence and is now tangled in petyr's schemes where she must set her own feelings aside in order to act on his plans. and despite her silent judgement of petyr marrying someone he didn't love, her current betrothal with harry is an entirely practical union on her part since she feels nothing for him and only sees him as a means to an end. there have been many instances since book 1 where she was able to turn off her feelings in order to withstand certain situations. so... what even is sansa's mind? an interesting universe on its own for sure.
I just think sansa's romanticism is one of her most interesting traits (for better and for worse), something that truly contributes to the distinctiveness of her character, and I really hope petyr or anyone else are unable to completely kill that in her.
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Chapter 12 The Sirenâs trick
Chapter 12 of Moonlight
A/N- Welcome back Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark
Warning- Swearing, talks of death, and sexual harassment, ANGST!!, fluff, SPOILERS, ser gwayne (tehe), LONG CHAPTER.
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- Only part of 2x03
(If you want to be tagged let me know)
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âCregan this might be a cold continuation from what I was previously writing, but it cannot be helped. I did not want to leave you waiting, and I did not want you to hear rumors about me. And really, you are the only person I can tell what Iâm about to say.
This will be my first and last letter. I am returning to Kingâs Landing, to infiltrate the Greens on Daemonâs behalf. I did not want to, I had told my mother I was not going, but just tonight they sent someone to kill her in her sleep, she got saved, but I cannot stay here and do nothing when I can be on the other side and be the thing she needs to win this war.
I might be killed, or I might not. I do not know, itâs a risk I am willing to take for my Queen. And if I am killed and this is the last time I ever talk to you, thank you. For everythingâŚ
I left my mother a note, I apologized for leaving and bestowing her with even more worry. I told her that Iâm willing to do anything to help her get her throne back. Yet the one thing I did not tell her was how scared I am to return.
Iâm terrified. Iâm truly terrified. I knew fear, I felt it when I was in labor, but this fear I feel now is new, grander, and more horrifying, but itâs my duty to leave and help my Queen even if I have to leave behind all that I ever wanted.
I hope we see each other again. Take care of your boy.
Love, yours truly, your Darling.
âI know Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you apologize to Aerion as he begins to whine after being woken up when you take him from his cradle. â<But weâre going to see your father, hm?>â You try to assure him Valyrian so the guards outside donât hear and go alert your brother or your mother.
And even if you donât think Aerion would quite understand what you offer him in return for waking him up, he actually smiles faintly in response before he settles against your chest as you cradle him against you.
Luckily the guards donât question why youâre taking your child out so late at night, they donât care that youâre dressed in a different gown than the one you just wore earlier. They watch you scurry away in a hurry without as much as a single comment which will probably get them in trouble with your mother when she finds out you're gone, but they donât know youâre disobeying her and sneaking off Dragonstone to go into enemy territory.
No one knows, you told no one to make it easier on you
and on them, and also so nobody would try to stop you; even if not so deep below the surface youâre hoping someone will catch you rushing down the corridors and stop you. You donât want to leave, you donât want to be under Aegonâs rule now that heâs king and no one can truly tell him what to do. Before he would already get away with commenting stupid shit when Aemond wasnât around you, and your friend and handmaiden Vanessa was spared from his tactics because you would tell him to leave her alone, but now that he has superior control and power?
But then thereâs also Aemond. You donât want to face Aemond. You donât want to look into his eye and pretend youâre okay with the heartbreak he caused you and your family. You donât want to sleep next to the man who killed your brother, and no matter the gaping hole in your chest, you donât want to let him touch you in the most intimate way. Most importantly you donât want to leave your family again. You want to stay, you want to fight amongst them.
You want someone to catch you mid-escape and stop you.
Someone. Anyone.
You get closer and closer to the cave's mouth where the dragons come and go, where youâll find Astraea and Vanessa waiting, and still, no one comes out from the darkness of their rooms, and no guards question why youâre strapping Aerion to your chest as you rush down the corridors.
Youâre only paces away. Moments from reaching your dragon, and finally you run into a presence.
âGrandmother,â you mouth breathlessly and finish securing your childâs straps.
Your grandmother looks you up and down, realizing your gown is not one used to sleep, and Aerion is too secure around you to just be heading for a stroll. Youâre up to something and sheâs the only one to notice.
âGranddaughter,â she greets and glances out the window in the distance to double-check that it is in fact still nightfall. âWhy are you not abed?â
You swallow thickly and even if you hope she stops you in your attempts, you interject with your argument. âThe Queen got attacked by Ser Arryk, who pretended to be his twin.â
Your grandmother nods. âI heard. Thatâs why I am here. Is her Grace all right?â
You nod lightly. âShaken, but okayâŚI have to do this,â you continue blurting in your defense. âI have to do what Daemon told me to do in hopes that it will be my mother's path to her rightful throne.â
Your grandmother nods again but this time itâs a much more gentle nod as her face fills with concern yet also shows slivers of pride.
âI donât want to return to Kingâs Landing, I donât want her to feel like I abandoned her, but if it stops more of the people I love from dying or getting hurt, and if it gets her on that throne then I have to try,â you share without making it a question because under your hesitation you believe what you say.
âDon't stop me,â you lie and internally shout the opposite with tears clouding your eyes, but not falling because you fight them back to try and look confident. âItâs the right thing to do. And Iâm the only one who can do it.â
Your grandmother holds your gaze and right away reads you like a book; she sees your fear, she notices how you plead with your eyes to be stopped, but she also sees your desperation to help, she sees your determination, and your hunger to do more. She sees a warrior, a woman sheâs proud of, and she canât say no to that because she knows that beyond all that fear youâre desperate to help.
âTheyâre snakes,â she speaks sweetly but with confidence so you could feel the same. âAnd youâre a dragon. Always remember that.â
You draw in a deep breath and nod slowly. She approaches you and grabs your face, making you look her in the eyes and see the pride she feels for you.
âIf you ever find yourself in trouble send me a raven or whatever it is you can. Meleys and I will be there as soon we can, okay?â
You nod in comprehension and grab a hold of her hands as if your life depends on it.
âI love you, grandmother. I will see you again,â you muster to say with a tender smile and no tears.
âI love you too,â she redirects as she caresses your cheeks. âBe careful.â
After one last lingering look you pull away before youâre caught by someone who will stop you, and step out into the cave still hoping the same, but feeling more empowered now to leave and play your part.
The feeling of being so close to the stars does have a way of calming the nervousness that has your hands trembling and ties your stomach into knots. The sight of the glimmering sea basked by the moon's light does help you escape your terrorizing fear and feel at peace, like all youâre doing is taking a late night flight, admiring the stars from the heavens, and answering the sea's call. It's easy to find your resolution in the tranquility, now rather than panic, the belief that your path will lead you right back to Jacaerys, your mother, your grandparents, and your cousins makes you feel at ease over your choice. This is also why youâre leaving, after all, to be with them in a better world.
Yet just as your breaths are calm, and your heart eases to its normal resting beat, the moment you see the crowded and lively city, the large castle on that cliff, and notice all the eyesores that are the Scorpions aligned the top of the wall, your stomach twists tighter to the point you feel like vomiting, your heart pounds faster, and your chest tightens which is a new and unwelcoming change.
âDRAGON!â You hear the echoes of men coming from below as they all work hard to point the scorpions at Astraea calmly coming to a stop so they donât have the audacity to shoot her.
âVanessa,â you say and peer over your shoulder. âWave the white flag so they know weâre no trouble.â
You then glance down at your aware child and caress the back of his little head. â<Weâre almost to your father, okay?>â You whisper to Aerion before you press a light feathered kiss on his head. â<You should be sleeping though, hm?>â
Aerion has learned to blow raspberries thanks to his uncle's Viserys and Aegon, so he responds with spit all over your chest.
â<Lovely,>â you mutter, but then again it beats getting peed on. Which he has done, a lot, luckily most times Aemond is the victim of his son's incidents.
âOkay,â Vanessa steals your attention as she grabs onto one of your shoulders to wave the white flag you made sure to bring for this exact purpose.
However, in the midst of waving the flag of peace, and while some guards hesitantly drop their threatening aim, a large arrow is shot at Astraea unbeknownst to you or Vanessa. It comes whizzing at you as the flag continues to be waved in the sky, but luckily, thanks to the gods, Astraea notices the arrow coming at her from the corner of her watchful eye and jolts down before taking a sharp turn.
You let out a shocked gasp whilst also becoming alert of all your surroundings, and Vanessa throws herself on your back to keep herself secured.
The arrow aimed at your dragon's neck luckily flies past you and her thanks to your dragon's efforts, yet missing doesnât spare your dragon's fury that mirrors yours.
â<Stupid idiots,> you grimace and snap your glare at the men who are to blame, finding them confused but also alert. They donât see your piercing glare, but your dragon mirrors it before she lets out a loud and furious guttural roar.
â<Astraea,â you call out and lean down as much as you can to caress her side. âCalm down. Calm down, girl.>â you coo in High Valyrian in hopes sheâll listen, but sheâs too clouded with anger, after all, she knows you didnât come with intentions of fighting, and she knows that Vanessa and baby Aerion are straddled on her so she begins to circle around as she shakes her head and keeps throwing out angry shrieks.
â<Astraea,â you call again without losing your patience. âcalm down. Calm down. Weâre okay. You saved us. Weâre okay, calm down girl.>â
Astraea finishes her circle and opens her mouth, letting out low chitters as she prepares to blast out fire at the men responsible.
â<Calm,â you coo and pat her. âCalm, my girl. Weâre fine. Weâre safe. Calm.>â
Astraea slowly closes her mouth and peers over to meet your gaze and assure herself that you and those with you are fine.
â<Weâre okay,>â you assure her and pass her the same emotion with your eyes.
Astraea holds your gaze for a moment longer before she looks ahead at the same time you do.
âAre you okay, Vanessa?â You make sure to ask in the common tongue as you let out a deep and relieved breath.
âYes, Princess,â she assures you. âAerion?â
You glance down at your son and see him smiling which probably means he found Astraeaâs antics amusing.
âHeâs fine,â you say with relief of your own and caress the back of his head while noticing that all the guards now drop their aim and depart from the Scorpions, letting you push your handles forward to nudge Astraea down.
Nevertheless, when Astraea is descending to the ground, just past the Iron Gate, all those nervous and uneasy feelings come rushing back after you were rattled with fear and anger over acts of stupid people who donât know what white flags mean.
When your feet hit the ground though, and you see castle guards already waiting for you by the gates, all those feelings that overwhelm you, increase tenfold. Now your blood pumps so hard that it interferes with your sight.
âI have renounced theâŚfalse Queen Rhaenyra,â you hide the strain in your voice as you say words you donât mean, before also saying words that actually hurt you to say. âI have come to pledge my loyalty to King Aegon.â
The guards look at one another with confusion so you interject. âWhere is Ser Criston Cole? Why is he not here to greet me?â
A commander steps forward and raises his head before he fills their silence without giving you the answer you sought. âGive us your weapons, Princess, and come with us.â
You shrug the satchel of arrows and your bow off your shoulders before grabbing your gown's skirt and pulling it up, making the man look away and miss the dagger you had strapped around your thigh. Once he sees the weapon land at his feet he meets your gaze again.
âI request an audience with the King, and my husband,â you demand with your nose in the air as the men pick up your weapons.
âThey were alerted of your arrival,â the guard says and steps back to point ahead.
Before you walk past the gates you scoff and sass him. âWas my husband alerted of the incompetence of your men on the wall, Ser? A white flag means what?â
The man swallows thickly and lowers his head as he doesnât hesitate to answer. âSurrender or a request for parley.â
You feign a dry laugh and nod. âYes, yet an arrow was shot at my dragon whilst my son and my handmaiden rode with me. I will have all the names of the squadron who shot that arrow.â
The guard nods and steals a glance back at your dragon still behind you, growling as she watches for any wrong moves that might be made.
âCome with us, Princess,â the guard finally guides you forward and youâre hastily helped in a carriage that rushes you inside the castle walls where youâre immediately repulsed by the green and gold banners that are plastered everywhere.
The sight of them actually saves you from your torment, but only for a little because once youâre inside youâre slammed with all your emotions and you canât help how your eyesight only seems to focus on whatâs directly ahead of you. Everything else is swallowed by darkness as all your senses falter, and your heart and blood pound.
A part of you immediately expects to get ambushed once you walk into the throne room, and another part of you fears being greeted by Aemond alone because you know he wonât delay, he would come straight down the moment he was told of your sudden and ominous arrival. You would worry over Aegon, but itâs still dark out, and you canât imagine he dropped all his temptations because he was bestowed with a great purpose, so you know for certain he wonât be waiting for you upon the throne.
Nonetheless, when you hold Vanessaâs hand in anticipation and approach the welcoming throne room, all you actually see is an empty hall and an empty seat.
Hundreds of candles light the hall, but it doesnât make the throne room feel less unsettling. You once used to feel unbothered by the great room, after all, this was your home, you knew the meaning this room held, but you could never say you felt awe. It was another room. Now though, you feel uneasy like, when you walk into a stranger's home. Most of the hall has remained unchanged, besides the banners and large statue of your grandfather King Viserys in construction, but besides that, it's remained the same. Yet you canât help but feel at odds.
You donât like the ill feeling, you donât like that besides the guards and Vanessa, the throne room is lonely. It only works to worsen what you already feel. It only makes the Throne Room seem dark.
Youâre consumed by darkness and it makes you want to run and return home where itâs warm and surrounded by those you love. You want to leave. You shift your feet to storm away without any thought, but at that precise moment, the throne room doors open once again, welcoming in a shining light that casts on the ground and rolls down to your feet.
You expect a rowdy greeting from the King, but in the silence you capture the shadow of a tall and slender figure get painted on the ground instead. Now you need no help figuring out who the shadow belongs to, you know who it is without having to look back. Just like you recognize the sound of his footsteps as they climb down the steps.
You would know his footsteps blind and deaf, by the mere vibrations that strike the ground. You could recognize him by just his alluring scent, by his breaths as they furl in and out of his body. He doesnât need to speak for you to know that itâs your husband, itâs Aemond.
He was the light that filled this hall and unwantedly calmed down your urgency to run.
And as if attracted to the light, you look back. Every muscle in your body yells at you to not look, your mind shouts at you to avert your gaze, but your bleeding heart canât resist, it makes you look back to see him; the man who killed your brother, your husband, your Aemond, surrounded by the very candlelight that attracted you.
He meets your gaze and you meet his, causing your heart to skip a beat, and a breath to escape past your lips, whilst you also capture the disbelief written so plainly all over his face. It's almost like he canât believe youâre standing across from him, and how can he?
You look like a dream to him with the way the moonlight and all the stars shining through the large windows bask you in their luminous light, making you look like a beautiful deity. A divine angel sent to him from above with the blessing that is your child.
And how can he not expect you to be some otherworldly presence? He sent letters in hopes you could return home so he could explain what happened because he knows how much you love your brothers, but you never came. Not until now, here you are standing under the throne, watching him without missing a step, with betrayal, and heartbreak he can easily read off your face.
He expected anger, but all he sees is pain. Heart aching pain that sets his world off its axis.
He had hurt you before, six years ago, but not like this. Six years ago when he accidentally cut your face he saw disbelief and horror, pain too, but not like this, he never heard your silent âwhy?â screams that your eyes shout out at this moment. He never saw sorrow droop your eyes like they do now, and his guilt for hurting you was never as tremendous as it is now.
He hurt you, the one whoâs loved him like no one has before. The person whoâs brought him only happiness, and a blessing in your son. Thatâs why he wants you to be angry because he did something he canât take backâand he does expect you to be overcome with anger later, youâre not one to swallow it down for him. Yet right now all he sees is disbelief and agony that gets more and more painful the closer he gets to you, until finally, you rip your eyes away when heâs only a few feet away.
âLook,â you coo at Aerion with a smile and stinging tears brimming in your eyes. âLook who it is, my love.â
Aerion yawns back mindlessly since he can't pick up on your sadness, he just sees your smile that begins to fade as you pick him. When his eyes drift to the tall man getting closer to you though, that exhaustion that threatened to take him to sleep completely disappears. Instead, his face brightens the moment he sees Aemond, the father heâs longed to see since he left home.
Yet before Aemond can take Aerion in his arms, you halt your attempts to hand your child over when you catch the elegant silver armor of the Kingsguard gleaming against the candlelight as they approach from the far left end of the throne room. Only these Kingsguard members arenât the ones from before, theyâre new, younger, and probably stupider considering theyâre Aegonâs drinking buddies.
You would want nothing more than to share a judgemental look with Aemond, but now that heâs closer you canât even have your face turned his way; which is why you get the perfect view of the Usurper, the false King Aegon, trudging in after his dimwitted Kingsguard with his clothes unbuttoned, his hair unsettled, and his eyes red with exhaustion or something else you don't recognize. Either way, he doesnât look Kingly, not even when heâs caught off guard, but youâll give him the benefit of the doubt only because itâs the middle of the nightâUnless heâs drunk that isâŚ
âYour Grace,â you utter words that once brought you pride to say to your mother, but now bring you disgust to say to him. Even the thought of bending your knee is a struggle to think about, but you know that you wonât get far without showing the respect he wants to see, so you force yourself down to your knee to someone so undeserving.
Luckily he doesnât sense that disgust, you mask your emotions well behind your sorrowful face set to hopefully gain their sympathy while you try to enchant them with your plea for mercy.
âSo it is true,â Aegon breaks his silence while he slowly approaches you behind his Kingsguard, as if cautious that you would try anything with Aerion still in your arms. âYou are here.â He scoffs and you catch a hint of amusement, but youâre left with nothing to do in the regard but pretend.
âI come to renounce the false Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,â you swallow your pride and leave no pauses, even if you can feel yourself straining as it feels like youâre hurting your mother with such cruel words. âI come to pledge fealty to ward the King, as well as ask for his forgiveness.â
You pause and bow your head so he can feel pride and superior over your current state which is something you never once let him feel with you. Not until now.
âI come to beg for mercy and a second chance,â you go on and donât stop even if you hear the main doors opening before two pairs of footsteps filter in to join the audience already gathered around you and your handmaiden; as if you were a spectacle to gawk over.
However, in many ways you are, who wouldâve thought that Rhaenyraâs own daughter would leave her precious mother's side to join the enemy?
It was expected of you since your husband is part of the green faction, but Rhaenyra is still your mother, and you have had chances to leave her side already but you havenât until now. Why?
Thatâs on everyoneâs mind but yours, thatâs why they watch you carefully and never let Aegon get too close.
âI saw my wrongdoings,â you continue to sing your plea with a soft and sweet voice. âI saw my mistake in trusting Rhaenyra. I cannot stand behind her, I cannot support her after what,â you swallow thickly and look up to meet Aegonâs surprised gaze. ââŚshe did to Helaena and Jaehaerys.â
Aegonâs eyes harden and every form of amusement he had upon seeing you on one knee is lost and replaced by slow-burning anger that is so rare to see on him. Yet it does nothing to actually scare you.
âI'm sorry. Please forgive me, My King.â
Someone falls by your left side where Aemond stands as well, but you don't see who it is because youâre too focused on Aegon parting away from the safety of his Kingsguard to approach you with that same hardened gaze seething with anger.
âTo your feet Sweet good-sister,â he rolls out as he also motions you up with his fingers.
You hesitate, but slowly push yourself to your feet, causing Aerion to squirm as sees his father again.
Aegon sees and his lips twitch before he smugly barks an order without letting you out of his sight. âTake the child.â
Your eyes widen and that sorrow you expressed turns to panic. âNo!â You cry out and press Aerion against you to protect him from the reaching hands whilst you desperately look over at Aemond with no regard to your previous feelings that were just tormenting you and forbidding you from looking at him.
âHe has no fault in this Aegon,â Aemond interjects right away, making you notice Ser Criston is the one by him since he moves in between Aemond when his sword hand twitches.
âAegon,â you hear the Dowager Queen Alicent interject, giving away the fact that she was the second person who had walked in late.
You had wondered where she was, youâre sure she wouldâve been told you were here right away. You suspected she would already be here waiting for you, but she came late.
âWhat?â Aegon chuckles and raises his hands. âI mean no harm to my nephew. Heâs my brother's son. Heâs just in the way.â He quips and makes sure to look at you with a new sense of smugness now that he has you rattled.
âNo,â you remain defiant and glare at his Kingsguard slowly approaching you while also glancing over at Aemond seething and glaring daggers from the sideââI will not let them touch him. Not them.â
His Kingsguard stop as if they were listening to you and look over at Aegon in confusion as to what to do next. Especially because Aemond still stands there menacingly.
âI will take him,â Alicent volunteers instead of Aemond. âGive him to me,â she tells you and approaches you with her hands out.
You may not like her, but one thing is certain; whatever hatred she has for your mother is never redirected at Aerion, she seems to love him just as much as she loves Helaenaâs children. And Aerion does love her too since he is more accustomed to her presence. Itâs why after one kiss on your son's head you hand him to Alicent, and motion Vanessa with your eyes to stand by her.
âI never would have expected you of all people to return,â Aegon interjects, making you drift your gaze away from Aerion completely taken by his other grandmother, and refocus your attention on the man before you.
âYet here you are begging for mercy.â He feigns a smile that falls quickly. âWhy should I believe you?â His voice grows cold which contrasts his burning glare.
âWhyâŚâ he trails off and smiles tauntingly at the ground before he suddenly lunges at you and grabs you by the throat, but not tight enough for you to actually gasp for air. His grip is just wrapped around your throat.
Not like it matters to Aemond either way because he still reacts in the blink of an eye by trying to lunge at his brother. Albeit he gets stopped right away by Ser Criston; proving to you at that moment why Aemond hadnât taken Aerion just now, he was more concerned about you and what Aegon had up his sleeve. And he has every right to worry because Aegon is daring now that heâs king, now that he has control and no one to really tell him to stop. He pulls out the Valyrian dagger that your grandfather Viserys would carry, and slowly brings the tip to your throat, making you fear him for the first time. Not because heâs terrifying, but because no one has threatened your life before.
ââŚshouldnât I pluck your eyes out and send them to Rhaenyra?â He finishes what he was winding up to say. âAlong with your head. Firstborn for firstborn, hm? That would be justice.â
Aegon is careful not to puncture your skin as he drags the tip of the dagger up your face, as if teasing you instead of threatening you.
âShe killed my son, why shouldnât I send her your head?â He sneers as he watches the way he moves the dagger up your cheek. âUnless it was you who sent them.â
The tip of the dagger is pressed against you so you're careful not to shake your head, even if you want to further get your defense across.
âNo,â you immediately deny him even if you shouldnât, you should stay quiet, but you canât just stand quietly as he wounds you by throwing false accusations of something you would never do. âI would never hurt Helaena,â your voice quivers. âI-I love her. I would never hurt her. I would never hurt anyoneâs child, Iâm not a monster. I would never do that.â
Tears fall down your cheeks but Aegon wipes them away as he keeps moving the dagger up to bring the tip inches away from your eye, causing Aemond to groan and push back against Ser Cristonâs arm.
âLet me talk to her,â Aemond interjects as Ser Criston digs his feet into the ground and fights back the prince's push forward. âI will talk to her Aegon.â
Said man scoffs and shakes his head. âNo. Gods no. Youâre too enamored by her,â he says and laughs. âShe would just bat her eyes and you would let her go. You have always been too sweet on her. No. I will continue talking to her. If she behaves she will not get sent back to her mother. Do you understand?â He directs at you now and shifts his hand holding the dagger, causing the candlelight in the distance to reflect on the smooth metal, and entrapping your attention to the gleam before your focus gets entranced by the fires lit in the metal stands.
Itâs just an arm's reach away, you can grab it and tilt it on him. Your hand wouldnât burn, but he would. He would stop touching you and not be so close. It can work.
But the war wouldnât end and you would only die or be locked away for certain. You canât do it, you wonât. Thus you look back at his stupid smug face.
âI will spare your son's life because heâs my nephew, but you,â he presses and brings the knife back down to your throat. âYouâre just another bitchââ
You clench your jaw, and Aemond grimaces, making Aegonâs smirk deepen.
âMy brother would not do better, but there are plenty of bitches to choose from,â he remarks and starts to rub his thumb on your neck, making you stiffen and start to actually, deeply feel horror.
âStop,â you plead quietly but loud enough that Aemond can hear. âStop it.â
Aemond pushes back harder as he hears you, but Ser Criston still manages to hold his ground.
âWhy should I not kill you now?â Aegon asks. âYouâve been parading about the Kingdom asking for other Lords' loyalty for your mother. You bent the knee to her. You have no real sense of loyalty.â
âI was wrong,â you repeat yourself. âI was blinded by my love for her, but I am not now. I see clearly now. You are the true King. I see that now. Besides, how could I stay over there with Daemon wanting to kill Aerion for what happened?â You throw out a lie so theyâll be more willing to believe what you're trying to sell. And you actually get Aegon to hum, but as he keeps making you uncomfortable by caressing your neck.
âYou do have a dragon,â he gets a point across. âBut would you really attack your family?â
âMy grandfather,â you blurt in hopes that will get him to stop his threat and stop what heâs currently doing. âMy grandfather is going to make Aerion heir of Driftmark, and Lord of the Tides, but those efforts will be for naught if you kill me.â
Aegon glances at his side before slowly pulling the dagger away from your throat.
âIf you kill him Aerion would be the next lord of Driftmark, which means that we could give you control of the fleet,â you add, making Aegon stand still for a moment as he takes in what you just said.
âWe need that fleet, my King,â Aemond jumps into your defense. âWith Aerion being so young we would be in charge until he becomes of age.â
Aegon nods slowly in comprehension but he then tilts his head and clicks his tongue. âBut killing Lord Corlys will take time. If it happens at all.â
âI will fight for you,â you roll out as enticingly as you can to try and enchant him with your voice. âLet me fight for you, for my family. I want to come home.â
Aegon sighs deeply and stares deep into your soul without looking for help from anyone. And you look at him and lift your chin slightly to exude confidence you donât feel at the moment.
Not like Aegon actually notices how shaken and fearful you currently are, or else he would pick on that and really make you feel small. He only sees what you want him to see, itâs why your song works on him and all the others.
âFine,â he breathes out and finally lets you go, making you fall on your knees out of defeat as to what he was doing, and letting Ser Criston let Aemond go.
âYou may return home. You will not join any of my councils obviously, and your dragon will be put in the dragon pit. If you step a hair out of line I will have you killed and sent to your mother.â Aegon clarifies.
Astraea is the way youâll get your messages across but getting her out will be no problem, and you didnât expect to be welcomed at the council anyway. The plan was always going to be you using those tunnels your mother used to use. Aemond is the only one youâll actually disdain.
âYou should know,â you mutter to get the last word in, which is bold, to say the least, but you canât stay quiet after he was touching in that way. âSer Arryk was killed by Ser Erryk because he was doing his job by protecting the royal family. Thatâs how I escapedâŚâ you trail off and slowly lift your head to look at Ser Criston with a smugness playing in your eyes.
The Kingsguard briefly meets your gaze before he turns his head away without inputting anything. No one actually says anything in the regard.
Aemond then proceeds to approach you and offer you his hand, but you just glare at him before you turn away and help yourself up to go to Aerion.
âThank you,â you offer Alicent youâre genuine gratitude before you take back your son.
âOf course,â she says. âIâm glad youâre both back home.â
You offer her a fake faint smile before you turn away and walk back to Aemond to hand him Aerion, who is immediately over the moon by finally being carried by his father. You cannot say the same, you actually make sure to turn away quickly so you wouldnât have to look him in the eye. Instead, you address the commander who had greeted you outside to avoid a silence.
âSer, if you would be so kind as to round up your best men tomorrow at the training yards after breaking fast. My son and I need a sworn protector with this war so rampant. If I depend on the new Kingsguard Iâll find my son sold for a flagon of wine or a pretty whore,â you say without shame and watch the knight snicker and glance over at the men you were so boldly speaking of before he looks back at you and responds with a comprehensive nod, letting you not take a second longer to finally try and leave the damn hall and these people. Yet not before you wipe that smile off the commander's face
âOh and give the list of names of that squadron to Prince Aemond, he would like to know who the men were that shot at my dragon and our child as we were waving that white flag.â You finish and peer back with a serious look that actually turns out to be menacing.
Once youâre out of the hall, you would have liked to say you could catch your breath and find any sense of satisfaction, but the tension is quick to follow you out.
âVanessa,â you interject after a while of striding toward the royal apartments. âJust grab a change for tonight and tomorrow morning. We can get anything else we need tomorrow.â
Aemond hears your commands and looks away from Aerion to watch you instead.
âAnd donât worry about a cradle, Aerion can sleep on my bed tonight,â you continue to give orders, piquing Aemondâs attention even more, and making him forget that child so fascinated by him.
âWhat are you doing?â Aemond asks, but you ignore him even if you feel ticked off.
âMy old chambers are available, we will both stay there. I wonât put Aerion in danger.â
You know deep down Daemon wonât try and hurt your child unless he means to hurt your mother in the meanwhile, but your hatred for him blinds you and makes you see him as a threat even though thereâs no real need for such hostility.
âYes, Princessââ
âNo,â Aemond cuts Vanessa off bluntly. âYou will not move the Princess or Aerionâs things anywhere. They will not be moving anywhere. They will stay where we are.â
You clench your jaw but continue to ignore his grating presence, as well as Vanessaâs brewing confusionââDonât worry about protection, the night will be short tonight because of how late it already is. We will hopefully have that situated by tomorrowââ
âAre you listening to me?â Aemond blurts and catches you off guard when he grabs your wrist and pulls you to a sudden halt so you can face his pointed glare.
Yet you donât give him the satisfaction of being submissive, or looking away and walking off. Nor do you actually give him what he wants, at that moment you remember that you have to hold back for the sake of your purpose and your Queen. Thereâs things you want to remark and throw at him as he ruffles your anger, as you look him in the eye and stand so close, but you need to hold back, it has to be helped even if a cascade of memories follows, and have you challenging his glare for a moment before you rip your eyes away and look at your son in his arms to remind him heâs here witnessing it all.
âVanessa take Aerion for a stroll so he can fall asleep,â Aemond interjects as he holds your gaze. âItâs past his bedtime. We can spend more time with each other on the morrow.â
Vanessa glances at you for the okay, but you donât look back at her, you keep your eyes on Aemond even if your heartbeat picks up under his heavy gaze, letting her come to the conclusion herself and take Aerion from Aemond.
The boy does begin to whine after being parted from his father, but you donât stop her either, knowing that there will be tension you donât want him to see.
âI am not going to stay in the same room as you,â you make yourself clear and pull your arm away to start storming to your shared quarters.
âDo you think I am going to leave you and Aerion vulnerable and all alone?â Aemond counters, making you scoff.
âDoes it really matter what happens to me?â You spat back in regards to who he killed, but he chooses to ignore that.
âOf course, it matters. You know that.â
You shake your head in disbelief and continue on quietly, letting him fill the silence for you. âYou will stay where you are. Itâs where you belong.â
You continue to stay quiet all the way to your shared chambers, which is unlike you, he wants to hear you argue as if that will help cure the strain made by the murder, but you stay quiet and donât even fill the air with anything when youâre in your room. You just go and try to grab something to sleep in, but he immediately stops you by grabbing your robe and throwing it aside.
âI said no,â he hisses, but you reach for another, making him grab what you pick up and pull back.
âLet go, Aemond, I am not staying here. I am not going to sleep with you!â You bark back and grab his wrist to yank it away, but he rebuttals by grabbing your hand and overpowering you with ease.
âYou are staying, and Aerion is staying here where I can protect him and you,â he makes it clear to you, letting you realize as you try to avoid looking at him that Aerionâs cradle is placed at the end of the bed instead of being in his own quarters.
âI do not need you to protect me,â you counter and let go of the robe to try and reach for another, but he crouches down and grabs your arm right where Daemon had grabbed you, and pulls you up.
âLet me go,â you fight him and ignore the ache in your arms as he presses on your bruises. âDon't touch me. Let me go, you're hurting me.â
As soon as Aemond hears those words his grip eases, letting you rebuttal by pushing him away. âLeave,â you cry out and canât find the strength to hold back anymore, you forget the role youâre meant to play, your purpose for returning, and let your anger burst out from its confinement, resulting in you shoving him back.
âIf you donât want me to leave then you leave. Go. Get out!â You exclaim.
Aemond lets himself get pushed back again and only makes you grow more aggravated that he refuses matching your anger. âI do not want to see you. I do not want you to touch me. I do notâŚâ you trail off and push him back toward a shelf. âI do not want you here. Get. Out.â You innouncate through gritted teeth, but Aemond doesnât get the hint, he doesnât care about the anger behind every shove, or the disdain behind every single word.
âHeâs gone because of you. My brother is gone!â You finally express what has been stuck in the back of your throat, what really fuels your anger. You finally share the betrayal that you have harbored and that has played in your eyes since you first saw him in that throne room. âGet out!â You raise your voice and shove him back against a wall, but get no reaction in any way. He lets it happen, he watches your anger, and he lets you express it even if it brings violence.
âGet out!â You cry again and hit his chest, hoping he will move, that he will finally stop infuriating you more and react by at least stopping you, but he doesnât fight back, like usual.
âOut! Out! Get out, Aemond!â You start to lose your cool and hit him more and more, each time your fists getting backed with more strength, while your chest gets heavy, and your eyes finally start to fill with tears as the sorrow you held back breaks out and starts to accompany your anger.
âFight me back! Fight back you fucking killer. Fight me back!â You shout shakily. âYou killed him. You killed Luke. You took my brother away from me. YouâŚâ you come to a stop and canât yell anymore, your throat stings, and your chest starts to ache to the point it gets hard to breathe really fast. âYouâŚâ
Aemond watches you move your hands back to go and hit him again, but this time before you can make contact with his chest, he grabs your wrists and pushes you back, making you hold his gaze as he does so and not let go, even if his gaze his heavy and burns in you, even if he pulls you back to him with ease and causes a warmth to wash over you as he holds you close.
âLet me go,â you try not to mewl, but you canât help it anymore. You canât hold that anger over your agony. âLet me,â you groan.
Aemond parts his lips but doesnât end up saying anything, instead he only attracts your eyes to his lips with this need that comes from deep down. You do manage to drag your eyes up after a second but find his gaze heavy and focused on your parted mouth before he lolls his head to the side, and slowly meets your tear-filled eyes.
You proceed to flicker your eyes down and he leans forward, expecting you to pull away, but you stay put as if magnetized to him. As if a slave to your need dwelling deep inside where you donât want it to be.
âAemond,â you whisper and his blue eyes find yours, letting you see how dilated his pupils are, but also how soft his eyes are withâŚdistress you can read with ease.
âWhy?â You ask in the intimacy of the moment where itâs just you and him, your husband, your lover, and your best friend. âWhy did you do it?â
Aemond's eye falls and his lips slowly form a frown. You want to see what he feels, what he fails to say so you tilt your head down to look into his eye and get your answer, but he turns his head away and mutters. âWhy did you come back if you hate me?â
âIâŚâ you donât finish, but you softly shake your head just enough that he notices the motion and peeks over at you.
You need to say it. You need to say what youâve felt when you were away. He killed Lucerys, your beloved little brother. He hurt your mother and your brother. He betrayed you in the worst way possible. But those feelings you had thought of only sprung up because you werenât looking at him. It was easy to think you hated him, but now that youâre looking at him, now that you feel his breath unfurl over your lips, and feel his heartbeat under your palm as you press your hand against his chest, you canât muster a syllable, or conjure it in your heart. No matter how hard you try.
âI did not come for you,â is all you can muster. âI came for Helaena. Not for you.â
And deep under your conflict and your mission that is true. You did come for her in her worst moments where she needs what her family can never give her.
âHm,â Aemond hums and welcomes a coldness to your wrists as he finally lets you go.
âYou did not answer me,â you bring up your previous question. âWhy did you do it? He was sent as a messenger, not a warrior. He was just supposed to deliver a message and get an answer, that's all, so why? Did he do something? Did he say something?â
Aemond swallows thickly and his gaze gets hard before he deadpans. âYou and Aerion are staying here. I will lock you in here if I have to. Do not make it hard.â
His gaze lingers on you for a second longer before he slips away even if he knows you are waiting for an answer. Just a simple one if need be, something to give you peace of mind, but he goes to the door looking like he isnât going to stop until you fall on your knees the moment you canât hold strong anymore. Everything you felt collapses over you and you break down.
Aemond hears your sobs, it unsettles him, and tugs at his heart, but even if youâre the only one who can ever cause such an effect, he doesnât go to your side even if at that moment you wouldnât have pushed him away. He lets out a deep breath and leaves you alone.
He doesnât return until hours later just moments before the sun could break into the sky, finding Aerion fast asleep in his cradle, and you balled up on your side of the bed. He thinks you're asleep, but you couldnât find it, so you heard him walk in quietly.
You hear him take his belt off, and pull his boots off to be able to approach the end of the bed without alerting the sleeping babe, going unaware at that moment of you peeling one eye open to watch him caress Aerionâs cheek ever so gently as to not wake him before he smiles faintly, causing your own heart to involuntarily pick up in its speed before it jolts when he steps back.
As to not get caught you immediately shut your eye and listen, catching his footsteps go around the bed and approach you.
At first, you think heâs going somewhere else, but his scent then intoxicates you as he stops beside you, causing your racing heart to ease as if his scent was the only key to calm down. He proceeds to stare and you know that you feel that deep down, you feel his eye on your face before it leaves a burning trail down the upper half of your body.
When it comes to your exposed arms that you canât hide anymore, he hooks his finger on the blanket and gently pulls it down before he runs the tip of his finger on the bruise marked on your flesh, and keeps it there as if the touch alone will give him the answer as to what happened.
After a moment he groans with what seems to be frustration before he lifts his fingers and suddenly surprises you by caressing your cheek before he brings his face down, letting his long silver hair tickle your shoulder, while his breath unfurls over your cheek.
You try not to hold your breath or move, but he makes it hard as he lets the warmth of his lips mingle over your cheek.
Is he going to kiss you or not?
Yes?
No?!
You wait and wait until he suddenly pulls back and his footsteps recede, letting you open your eye to catch him walking around the bed as he takes his vest off, showing how his back muscles move fluidly with him. And thanks to the light starting to peek in you can see how smooth and sculpted he looks under such a soft light.
You want to see his face, his torso, and those perfect abs, but you close your eyes and remember what heâs done, and once again youâre cast withâŚsorrow.
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*LATER*
Stupid acheâŚ
âVanessa, could you have tea prepared for breakfast? I woke up with all different kinds of aches,â you grumble and slip on your shoes. âMy head is aching, and I feel a bit nauseous.â
Vanessa hooks the last jeweled chain on your back to the golden broach on the shoulder part of your deep blue gown, and then slowly peeks out from the side with her eyes filled with curiosity. âPrincess I have been meaning to ask. When you were in WinterfellâŚâ
Oh is she trying to get the gossip? With everything that went on after you returned from the North, you never had time to tell her what happened.
âDid youâŚâ
Before she can finish what she was building up to the door opens and Aemond walks in with Aerion, making Vanessa groan because once again she was left to hold in her question.
âI will prepare the tea for you princess, but perhaps you should see the maester?â Vanessa purposely says at the wrong time, causing Aemond to peek overââYou did not eat your dinner yesterday because of your stomach ache.â
You side-eye Vanessa, but she doesnât care that she just blurted your troubles for Aemond to hear, she slides behind you to fix the jeweled chains on your back.
âWhatâs wrong?â Aemond interjects in your silence.
You drop your eyes to avoid looking at him in the mirror and with your fingers trace the gold design that swirls with the wave patterns on your blue gown.
âNothing,â you deadpan.
Aemond stays quiet for a second before you hear his footsteps approach you. âI saw bruises on your arms,â he doesnât hold back from bringing up. âWhat happened?â
He will ask Vanessa, and she will tell him, so you just answer him in the most serious voice so he knows that his presence bothers you. âDaemon happened. He wanted me to leave and he was not kind about it.â
There's a second of silence before you hear a deep and frustrated sigh. You dare yourself to look up and catch Aemondâs gaze on your arm before he blinks and tries to meet your gaze, but comes up empty-handed when you look at Aerion instead.
â<Did you have a good time, my little dragon?> You speak to him in High Valyrian and watch him wave his hands excitedly.
âMy grandmother says he could start eating solids when heâs 5 months old,â you direct at Vanessa, making her step away and nod with a happy smile.
âYes, itâs possible, heâs starting to sit up alone, so heâs almost there.â
You grin at your child and caress his chin. â<Hear that? We will get you nice and plump in no time. As of nowâŚâ you trail off and take him from Aemond to walk away from the mirror. âHow would you like to go with Aunt Helaena and your cousin Jaehaera, hm?>â
Aerion responds by reaching for your dangling earrings, so you lean your head away and shake your head, only getting him more intrigued.
âIâm heading to a council meeting,â Aemond says as you continue avoiding him. âI will talk to the maester to come see you later.â
âI can seek the maester myself,â you quip and scrunch your nose at Aerion to try and make him smile.
Aemond stays still and quiet before he walks away. When he reaches the door you peek over and see him stop again before he turns his head, but not completely. He just stands there for a moment with his gaze in the corner of his eye before he just walks out of the room.
âI do not know how I will do it,â you mumble to Vanessa the moment the door closes and heâs walking away. âI can notâŚpretend to be okay with him. I know I must try, butâŚI seeâŚwhat my mind thinks what happened that day, and I get angry and sad.â
Vanessa walks to you to take Aerion and face you with a pitiful frown. âIt will be hard, but you will not get anywhere if you do not try. Just take it step by step.â
You sigh deeply and nod softly. âI will leave now too to listen in to the meeting,â you change the subject. âI should make it back for breakfast with Helaena, I should not take long. Thatâs not my intention anyway.â
âBe careful,â your handmaiden warns you. âTry and remember your way back. Good luck.â
You giggle and pat her shoulder. âI will be alright. I do wish my cat was here though. He would make it easier to make my way around. If anyone asks for me just tell them I went for a stroll to catch my breath.â
Vanessa nods hesitantly and seems to want to input another warning, but she just bites her tongue and watches you walk out the secret door hidden in your quarters
At first, you admit you feel a bit turned around, all the damn tunnels are built almost identically. Plus thereâs only the torch that you light as a form of light until you reach small windows, but those arenât everywhere. Luckily though, you manage to remember where the council hall is. You do arrive a bit later than you hoped, but you got there all the same.
And it seems Ser Criston just arrived too, going off his greeting.
âForgive my lateness,â you catch Ser Criston interject as he seems to sit down.
âImportant business, no doubt,â you cringe at Aegonâs grating voice.
âYou appointed new knights to the Kingsguard, Your Grace?â
Ser Criston is barely asking that? They were with the King last night.
Some commander he is.
âTo replace those we lost,â Aegon remarks.
âThe last one needlessly, some might say,â a man comments quietly but full of judgment. You canât say you can place a face or a name to the voice though.
âSer Arryk was awarded the great duty of ending Rhaenyraâs challenge,â Ser Criston argues pointlessly. âHe failed to discharge it.â
At least he recognizes that error.
âHe failed because the scheme was rash,â you hear the Dowager Queen interject before getting countered by the Commander of the Kingsguard.
âPerhaps, Your Grace but we cannot all hide in our castles waiting for war to come to us.â
You have to admit that it is true, but that does not excuse the stupid act they sent Ser Arryk to do. The Kingsguard protecting your mother arenât bad at their jobs like he is.
âAs now it surely will,â Alicent quips.
âAs, now,â Aemond interrupts the bickering, managing to catch your breath in your throat at the mere sound of his voice. âIt already has. House Bracken took it upon themselves to attack the Blackwoods who declared for the pretender. Lord Samwell Blackwood himself is slain.â
âGood,â Aegon says. âFirst blood in our name.â
Ugh, idiot.
âBoth sides took heavy losses, Your Grace,â you recognize Ser Tyland made a point the King failed to see. âI-Iâm not entirely certain we can declare this victoryââ
âThe Blackwoods and the Brackens had feuded for centuries. This is nothing more than an excuse for them to indulge their ancient grudge. Itâs no true war.â
A sudden pound against the table shuts the speaking Lord up and makes you press yourself closer to the wall.
âCall it what you will,â Aegon follows by saying, making him the one who pounded whatever it was on the table's surface. âI call it war. And so will Dragonstone. The question is, what are we going to do about it?â
What is there to do? It was a stupid squabble between feuding families. Thereâs no significant point behind that bloodbath.
âWe send a raven to Lord Tully,â you hear the maester come up with a solution amongst the other heads around the table. âThese houses are his vassals, are they not? He must control them.â
âLord Grover Tully is a flaccid, old fool who couldnât control his cock in a cunny,â the Lord you donât recognize cuts in with a hint of judgment. âBegging your pardon, Your Grace.â
âDo you have any better suggestions, Lord Jasper?â Aegon asks and once and for all brings a name and face to the voice.
âYour Lord Uncle Ormund marches from Old Town at the head of a great host, Your Grace,â the Lord rebuttals. âAnd your brother Daeronâs dragon nears fighting age. Call on them to suppress the Riverlands.â
Yes with Caraxes and Daemon going to the Riverlands? Tessarion would get ripped to shreds, heâs no more experienced than your dragon.
âAt least they are months away,â Ser Tyland interjects. âMy Lord brother Jason is raising a great army at Casterly Rock. In a matter of weeks, he will be able to harass the Blackwoods from the westââ
âShould we not aim to unite these armies?â Youâre surprised to hear the maester give his opinion. âAnd then strike as one?â
He has a point. One big army is better than small ones.
âAh,â Ser Tyland interrupts as he laughs mockingly. âThe great military mind of the Citadel. Do remind meââ
Oh gods can this get any more childish?
Here instead of questioning the ruler they bicker with each other.
âThis council must rediscover the discipline it lately had if its to be of any use,â Alicent thankfully shuts them up.
âThe Riverlands are the key to the war,â Ser Criston moves the meeting forward over his rattling armor. âHarrenhal is the key to the Riverlands. I will ride out with those I can muster here. Men I know, men Iâve trained.â
Your interest finally piques and you push yourself off the wall to lean your ear close to the gaps on the wall that look in the council room.
âYou need time to raise the numbers to challenge the Rivermen,â Alicent makes a smart point, but Ser Criston doesnât seem to see it that way.
âSpeed is my ally. I will turn the Crownland houses who declared for Rhaenyra to our cause. We will add their numbers to our own then turn west. Where I will enlist the Brackens, subdue the Riverlands, and take Harrenhal.â
Well, thatâs a mighty goal. Smart yet a bit far-fetched.
âSo impatient to ride with so few men,â Alicent says. âSo like to be destroyed by the first stronghold you meet. A bold scheme indeed.â
Yes, especially because Daemon is also currently going to take the Riverlands as well.
âWell, the gods favor the bold,â Ser Criston quips a stupid comment that Alicent thankfully strikes down.
âThey did not favor Ser Arryk.â
Ser Criston chuckles before he turns to get the favor from a war-thirsty mongrel. âWhat say you, my King?â
âAnd youâll take Aemond and Vhagar?â Aegon asks, making you hold your breath out of anticipation as to what the response will be.
âVhagar will remain here,â Ser Criston immediately lets you breathe, and doesnât let the running thoughts that were building up, rush out and make a mess in your mindââto defend the city.â
âGood. To war then,â Aegon exclaims, making Ser Criston hum in agreement and get the approval he was seeking for from the king.
âIâll come, too, with Sunfyre,â Aegon continues making your lips twitch.
âAegon,â Alicent calls out in protest.
âYour Grace.â
âYouâll need a dragon,â Aegon quickly throws out, making Ser Criston argue back.
âMy plan is not to draw attention.â
âAnd-and what will you do if you encounter one or more of Rhaenyraâs dragons?â Aegon asks and you canât help but answer in your mind that heâll hopefully die.
âSheâll want to answer for Ser Arryk,â Aegon adds.
âWe will be more like to encounter one if we field one of our own,â Ser Criston tries to make it clear to Aegon.
âThat is precisely why you must remain, brother,â Aemond says calmly which actually surprises you. You wouldâve thought he would volunteer to fight with Vhagar. âItâs a brave thought, but we cannot risk your loss.â
You smile in amusement at his words obviously not laced with genuine care.
âIâm as fearsome as any of them,â Aegon argues, making you stifle your laugh during the short and awkward silence that follows.
âWe must also raise the matter onâŚâ Lord Jasper interjects hesitantly after. âThe Princessâs arrival. It is ominous, to say the least, and suspicious considering how much Rhaenyra coddles her children. We must press her for what she knows. If itâs true that she has switched loyaltiesââ
âNo,â Aemond counters, making your heart skip a beat. âYou will not do such a thing. I will talk to my wife.â
âWe have already discussed all the matters with the princess herself,â Alicent interjects. âHer dragon will be put in the dragonpit, and we will keep a watchful eye on her.â
No tongues rise on the matter because no one wants to face Aemondâs wrath because he, unlike Aegon, has proven himself to be fearsome.
Nevertheless, you use this as your cue to leave and return to your quarters before you can be caught, finding it a much easier venture back than when you came. You surely do relieve Vanessa of any stress she harbored as she dramatically over-worried herself that you would get yourself lost.
âWe should head out now,â you donât take a moment to catch your breath or write the first letter to your mother about what you just heard.
âIs everything all right?â Vanessa queries.
You take Aerion from her and nod. âThings are as good as they will be at the moment. I need to send a letter to my mother to let her know what Ser Criston is going to do. Hopefully, Aemond is not clinging today.â
âWe can always find a way to part from him,â Vanessa looks at the bright side. âIt does not seem like he will be around much with this war needing constant attention.â
You scoff as you walk out of your room. âYou would be surprised,â you mutter in return.
The moment you are out of your room and head to Helaenaâs new chambers, you feel a sense of nervousness knot your already nauseous stomach, and rush through your veins to the point your hands begin to tremble at the thought of facing Helaena; seeing her grief, and seeing her pair of twins be left to one child.
It was not so long ago when you would both escape to your little Island with your dragons and her children. Now those are tainted memories of what she doesnât have anymore.
What if she thinks you betrayed her and hates you for it?
You would understand, you would obviously try and explain that it wasnât you so she knows sheâs not alone in her grief, that she has you in the same way she has had you for the past year, but ultimately you would not blame her. It was Daemon, your family, your infamous side who killed her child.
Yet no matter how much your thoughts pester you, or how much you want to turn tail and return to your quarters, youâre more daring when it comes to her. You do hesitate a moment as you stand outside of her door with Aerion in your arms, but after beating down whatâs making you hesitate, you knock and let your presence know.
Silence passes for a few minutes making you think you came too late, but then a few seconds later the door is opened by one of her ladies-in-waiting, leaving a clear view of her to you, and you to her.
âGood morning,â you greet softly as you walk in, seeing her put down what sheâs sewing before she slowly meets your gaze with puffy eyes, but no tears brimming within. Her grief is clearly painted but it does not seem to bring her down like you thought it would. Still, you donât feel any less guilty or sorry.
âGood morning,â she greets in return and then finds your son in your arms. âGood morning to you Aerion.â
The baby watches her before his eyes dart to Jaehaera and he becomes instantly infatuated with the little girl, so much so that he throws himself back against you out of glee.
âSomeoneâs happy to see you,â you direct at Jaehaera approaching you.
âMe?â She points at her chest and then flashes a grin that grows wider when you crouch so Aerion can be at her level.
âHello Aerion,â she tells the baby and gently grabs his hand, making the baby firmly grab onto her.
âI missed you,â she tells him and shakes his little fist, making him slowly try and bring her hand to his mouth.
âHeâs strong,â she comments with a giggle before she pulls her hand away and looks at you. âCan I play with him?â
âHeâs a babe,â Helaena points out to her daughter, making her sigh.
âWell,â you try to console her. âHe can sit with you and he can happily watch you play while he plays with some of toys of his own. You have to wait until heâs older so he can play with you.â
Jaehaera frowns, but she doesnât argue. âAll right then.â
You flash her a smile and stand to your given height to give Aerion to one of the wetnurses, so they can take the children to a different corner of the room while you talk to Helaena before your breakfast gets here.
âI planned to have breakfast a bit unexpectedly, I hope thatâs all right,â you direct at Helaena who is watching her daughter for a moment before her eyes drift back to you.
âThereâs no problem,â she assures you, making you nod gently before you grab your hands and fiddle with your fingers as you carefully think of what to say.
âHelaena,â you whisper, making her hum to probe innocently.
Before you can continue you briefly glance at her sitting on a couch before you go and sit next to her, making her turn to face you as you continue to struggle with how to tell her everything you feel in the bottom of your heart.
âIâŚIâm sorry,â you say what you have already told so many people, yet itâs not something you will get tired of saying because you canât help or ignore your guilt, nor does this grief end. It keeps coming and coming.
âIâm sorry for what happened to Jaehaerys,â your voice quivers, and tears, the one thing you are tired of, well in your eyes, making them sting. âIâm sorry for what happened to you.â
Helaenaâs eyes fall on her hands, and her lips fall to a small frown that only tears at your wounded heart even more.
âI know it must be hard, but I cannot be here and not come tell you that I am deeply sorry,â you continue as she stays quiet, and slowly reach for her hand. You know sheâs not fond of intimacy, but you donât overstep, you just drop your hand on hers, and she doesnât move it away at that moment. Her hands stiffen but she lets you hold her hand.
âYou and your children did not deserve that, he did not deserve that. Iâm sorry,â you add softly, making her trail her eyes up to meet yours.
âBut it is not your fault,â she says and surprises you. âYou did not do it. Why are you sorry?â
You part your lips but canât muster a thing, instead, you drop your head and lick the salty tears that roll down your cheeks and fall on your lips.
âBecause it was not fair,â you bring up what you feel. âBecauseâŚit was a cruel thing to do, and agonizing to go through. BecauseâŚI know who sent those killers to you.â
A silence follows where Helaena slips her hand over yours and carefully wraps your hand with hers, making you blink repeatedly in disbelief before you meet her gaze with that same emotion in your eyes.
âIt was still not your fault,â she presses ever so sweetly. âYou did not send those killers, nor did you commit the act. I do not blame you, nor do I hate you.â
Your breath catches and a smile slowly tugs on your lips as your tense body eases with the relief that washes over you.
âIâm here for you, you know that? If you need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, Iâm here for you. Always. I love you Helaena.â
She nods softly and offers you the sweetest smile that reminds you of the sweetest spring days. âI know,â she whispers.
You donât expect her to say it in return, but you know her true feelings with the hand still wrapped around you.
âWhy are you here though?â She suddenly blurts.
âI-I,â you pause out of confusion, but give her a clear answer. âIâm here for you.â
Helaena shakes her head and pulls her hand away. âYou are not listening, why are you here? You should not have come.â
Your tears dry, and your confusion leaves no trace of the joy you were just beginning to feel
âI see it,â she presses and leans towards you. âA crown on a black veil.â She nods as if that helped you in some way. It only leaves you lost and a bit concerned.
âOkayâŚâ you just give her the satisfaction of an answer to not leave things awkward. âBreakfast should beââ
And just as youâre going to finish, the doors open and servants with breakfast come in.
âI think Aemond missed you,â Helaena interjects while the breakfast is being placed. âAnd Aerion. He had his cradle moved after what happened with Jaehaerys.â
âYes,â you mumble. âSo I saw.â
Helaena gets off her seat and you mirror her to follow her to the round table, finding that breakfast looks unappetizing. The food looks good, but the nauseousness you feel is still lingering within you.
âHelaena I was thinking perhaps you could accompany me to select my new sworn protector,â you fill the silence as you take a seat. âI think getting out of your room and taking some air would be nice. Besides, I think a nice stroll in the gardens afterward would be nice, the weather is agreeable.â
Helaena sits beside you rather than in any other empty seat and looks at you before she queries. âWhat of the new Kingsguard that Aegon appointed? Why donât you pick one of them?â
You meet her gaze and giggle before you look at the tea you requested getting placed in front of you. âNo,â you put it simply. âOne, that would be pretty foolish and Aemond would never allow that.â
She hums and the corner of her lips twitches. âIâm sure if Aemond could, he would be stuck to you like a shadow.â
You laugh softly and nod. âHe tries.â
âI hope you and him reconcile,â she says. âItâs nice seeing him laugh with you.â
You swallow thickly and answer honestly. âI think it will be hard forgiving him for what he did.â
She hums and says one last thing. âJust do not wait too long, okay?â
Your heart skips a beat and your eyebrows furrow but you offer her a soft smile and nod. âOkay.â
She holds your gaze a second longer before she reaches over to serve herself some food. You try and do the same, but your stomach stops you from really desiring anything.
Helaena notices your reluctance and interjects as she leans toward you. âYou should eat, itâs not good for the babes if you do not.â
Your eyes widen and slowly meet her gaze expressing only utter disbelief. âWhat?â You deadpan.
All Helaena does is offer you a simple smile before she starts eating, leaving you overcome with confusion, even if deep down what she said starts to make sense; Your over-exhaustion, your stomachaches, and headaches.
And it would track, Aemond and you did have sex before you left for Dragonstone, butâŚCregan and youâŚ
NoâŚthatâs a possibility you do not want to think about, and heâs always careful, and youâŚdid not take Moontea this time, but it canât be true, him being related is especially not true.
IF what Helaena said was true the babes are Aemondâs. And thatâs even if Helaena is telling the truth, sometimes she has the tendency to say things that donât make sense. Just like this, it's all just a jumble of words.
You will choose to believe that until you talk to someone who can actually prove it. Until then you pay all your focus on your breakfast with Helaena and keep yourself even more busy with choosing your sworn protector already discreetly picked by Daemon of all people.
You did not think he would care that much as to pay someone to keep you and your son safe, but here you are now standing on a balcony over a courtyard, hearing metal sing over the chaos playing all about the castle as men prepare to go to war with Ser Criston.
Usually, men just line up, and someone shares their achievements and a summary of how they became so high ranked and so on, but that all sounded so boring and you have lacked fun so you chose for a not-so-commonly picked choice and had them just demonstrate their skill.
âPerhaps thereâs no need for such a show of violence,â Helaena gives her opinion as she stays back in her seat. âGo with the man Aemond wants you to pick.â
You roll your eyes and shake your head. âNo,â you deadpan and cross your arms over the railing to lean your head over and watch as a man with short black curly hair suddenly pulls his cloak off to hurl it at his opponent and blind him.
You grin at his quick thinking and watch this tall, well-built man kick his opponent back while heâs blinded and trying to take the cloak off his face, resulting in the cloak to slip off but a few seconds too late because the intriguing man pulls out a dagger and thrust forward.
Albeit the opponent blocks his attempts with his arm, making you unfold your arms to press your hands on the cold stone and push yourself forward out of excitement.
The man proceeds to use his arm to dismantle his opponent's block by shoving his arm away, before he quickly grabs his arm and spins around him to be able to wrap his other arm around his opponent's neck, and point the tip of his dagger at an artery; with that finishing the last match, and making you beam and clap.
âWell fought!â You exclaim, causing the man to let go of his opponent so they can both face you and bow their heads. âWhatâs your name Ser?â
The man you called on lifts his head and you meet the most mesmerizing blue eyes that remind you of the bluest sea water.
âSer Jason Waters, Princess,â he announces, making your grin twitch as you realize that this tall man below is the man Daemon hired for you.
âA bastard from Kingâs Landing,â the commander beside you whispers in your ear as if that affects his quick thinking or his battle experienceââGo with Ser Aldous from the Crownlands. Thatâs the man your Lord husband thought capable. He has battle experience, and he is well-honed.â
You scoff and give him the same attitude you just gave Helaena. âI do not care what my Lord Husband wants, and bastard or not that does not affect Ser Jasonâs skill. Tell me his triumphs.â
The man hesitates but responds with what you asked for. âHe fought at the Stepstones when he was ten-and-six with Prince Daemon until the war ended.â
You look over to flash the man a smile as you hit your palms on the stone. âSee, he has battle experience too.â You look back at the man and focus your eyes on the scar that travels from the right corner of his forehead and all across his face to end on the left corner of his jaw.
âTell me, Ser Jason, how did you get your scar?â You probe with genuine curiosity. âMy grandfather Lord Corlys says a scar is always a story. What is your story?â
Ser Jason huffs lightly and glances down with a small smile that carves adorable and deep dimples on his cheeks.
âI,â he clears his throat and bats his lashes before he faces you. âI fought a Dothraki Screamer after I departed from the Stepstones.â
Your eyes widen and you quickly poke him for more with a bit too much excitement. âA Dothraki Screamer? Really?!â
He nods. âHe almost took my face but I ended up winning,â he boasts with a shy smile. âNot that I am saying it was easy. It wasâŚit was difficult.â
Your smile widens at his stumble of words before you look at the Commander. âHas Ser Aldous fought a Dothraki screamer and won?â
The commander sighs and argues. âBut Prince Aemondââ
âI will make sure Prince Aemond does not take his anger out on you. I made this choice, I am capable of choosing a worthy protector for me and my child,â you interject to assure him, but then Helaena breaks her silence by calling your name before giving her opinion.
âMaybe you should listen to Aemond. I do not think Ser Jason is a wise choice.â
Her eyes snap to the man she can see through the gaps of the railing, and draws in a deep short breath before meeting your gaze and breathing out.
âYou worry,â you tell her. âJust like, my Aemond. Itâs okay.â
Helaena holds your gaze for a second longer with a very hard and pressuring look before she drops her head and nods stiffly.
âLet me just close this matter up and we can go for our stroll,â you assure her and return your attention to Ser Jason. âI will see you on the Morrow for your first day, Ser Jason. Thank you. And thank you to the rest of you, do not worry I am sure your skill will still be needed, I will make sure to recommend you to good positions.â
The other knights bow their heads to express their gratitude, but you focus on the man in the middle and understand now why Daemon chose him of all people to protect you and Aerion while youâre here in the jaws of the enemy. Heâs well-traveled and has been holding a sword since he was a boy.
You have to give Daemon his flowers for this one thing.
âThank you, Princess,â Ser Jason speaks up with his head raised and a crooked smile on his lips. âYou bring me a great honor. I will protect you and yours with my life. I will not let you down. I will guard you even from the shadows that lurk in the night, and the cowards who call themselves men.â
You offer him a faint appreciative smile and as his crooked smile falls to a soft and gentle one, his blue eyes seem to deepen more, bringing this innocent look on his face that slowly pulls your smile down as youâre reminded of your sweet brother, Lucerys.
He would have been Lord if he had lived to be older. He could have had many different dangerous experiences like this man, he could have grown as sweet looking as this man, and held great achievements like this man, but he canât. He was taken before he could really live a life of his own. Now youâre left just looking at this man below and getting reminded of what canât flourish because Aemond made sure to kill it.
âThank you, Ser Jason,â you offer the man softer than before and give him one last smile before you turn to try and leave. However, before you can you catch this certain familiar gleam in his eyes that steals your attention for a lingering second before you rip your eyes away and finally give Helaena all your attention.
âNow my Sweet aunt,â you probe as you hold your hands before you. âWhy do you doubt Ser Jason?â
Helaena glances at you with a bit of surprise because youâre asking her for her thoughts that others would have disregarded.
âI just,â she says and turns her head away as she holds her hands. âI have a bad feeling about him.â
You take in what she says and quickly try to reassure her. âItâs normal to doubt people now more than ever, we are at war and tragedy has befallen everyone, but we cannot live our lives paranoid. But I will tell you what, I will be cautious, okay?â
Helaena nods softly and you add a remark. âPlus, the knight Aemond picked was old donât you think?â
Helaena giggles and nods. âHe was.â
âIâm sure it was done on purpose,â you comment on your husband's jealousy.
âYou think?â Helaena asks, making you nod with a teasing smile playing on your lips.
âI know so. Now,â you change the subject to something she likes. âTell me what have you caught as of late?â
Helaenaâs shoulders release from their tense hold and her eyes glimmer for the first time. âI caught fireflies the other day by the pond, but I think theyâre too beautiful to keep, so I let them go.â
You hum and feed her interests. âThey are quite fascinating, theyâre like little stars.â
She hums and carefully holds some of your fingers, making your heart happily skip a beat. âDid you know that they flash their lights for different stuff? Like when theyâre trying to attract a mate, or deceiving others,â she muses. âAnd many people mistake them for flies or bugs, but they are beetles in truth.â
You hum. âI did not know that,â you share.
âWell, now you do.â
You giggle and nod. âYes, I do. Now I think if I could be any insect I think I would be an orchid mantis. They are very beautiful.â
Helaena laughs softly and lolls her head towards you. âYouâre funny.â She says, making you smirk.
You end up taking the long way to the gardens and find yourselves walking through the training yard that is flooded with men all preparing to go off to war, but halting the moment they all spot Queen Helaena walking by. All except for one man in bulky silver and green armor; he walks away from his horse with a half-smug smile on his face. And it's only when you get closer that you start to predict who he might be just going off the flaming tower on his chest plate.
âMy Queen,â he finally pays his respects and bows his head. âAndâŚâ he leaves room for you to introduce yourself, and you do, making his eyes brighten and the smile turn more smug.
âAh, the Realms Golden Girl, how nice it is to meet you at long last,â he rolls out of his tongue with a sense of cheekiness, but not filled with deceit, more so like heâs trying to seduce you.
But, as charming as he does speak, he canât reel you in. You smile, but you also glance at Helaena in confusion, yet she doesnât seem to understand you asking for help, so the man before you bows his head at you before he finally introduces himself; âI am Ser Gwayne Hightower.â
Ah, Alicentâs brother.
âIt is an honor to meet you. I have heard a great deal about you,â you just say out of respect but you could care less even if he is a bit handsome for a Hightower.
âHm,â he hums with a growing smirk. âIn all my comings and goings never have I met such an enchanting beauty,â he flatters you and you canât help but show off a shy smileââmy nephew is a lucky man.â
You scoff softly and he leans closer. âI am going off to battle with the Lord's HandâŚâ
You scoff at the title given to such an unqualified man and he seems to catch your drift and matches your mocking smile before he continues.
âI would fight more fiercely if you granted me your hand,â he speaks smoothly, but you still donât fall prey to his attempts. Albeit you do give him your hand and watch him gently bring your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
Once he lets go of you his smug smirk deepens.
âI wish you well in your travels, Ser, I hope to see you again,â you offer him even if deep down you do not mean it at all and you pray and hope for his and all their downfalls. âNow if you will excuse me, the Queen and I have to go.â
âOf course.â He bows his head at you before drifting his attention to Helaena one more time. âMy Queen.â
She offers him a faint smile before she pulls you away with her to finally get away from the clustered place and walk through quieter spaces until you both find joy and peace in the castle gardens.
Winter is coming, like the Starkâs like to say, but the garden does not lack life. Itâs a lively contrast to the chaos ascending everywhere, and a peaceful escape where you can admire the vibrant autumn flowers that show their beauty off like stars at night. The trees are bare with the leaves rusting and breaking away, but the vibrant leaf colors that litter the ground steal the attention from its emptiness. The only thing that does make the garden feel lackluster is the lack of roses. They donât bloom like they do Winterfell.
âLook,â Helaena calls for your attention and makes you tear your gaze away from the calm sea in the distance. âAn orchid.â She shows off the beautiful light pink flower before she drops it on your lap. âNow youâre one step closer to becoming an orchid mantis.â
You burst out laughing and she giggles with you.
âYou know,â you add after you catch your breath. âI have this gown I have been meaning to wear. It has blue winter roses embroidered on the corset and on the borderlines of the skirt. It is very beautiful. We should have a gown designed for you of your favorite flower so we could show off together.â
Helaena hums and nods. âI would like that.â
âGood.â You say with a smile and stand back up to continue down the gardens, coming to find Lord Larys Strong wandering around the pond.
âYour Grace. Princess,â he greets and bows his head.
You offer him a faint smile in return and steal a glance around before addressing him. âEnjoying the kind weather?â
He hums. âMaking the best of it before winter comes.â
âAll we will get is light snows and bitter winds this far South,â you bring up and walk closer to him with Helaena falling behind. âWe will live.â
âI suppose winters here donât compare to those in the North,â he says, and you shake your head lightly before peering back to watch Helaena slowly make her way to you.
âI would just like to say that it is odd seeing you and Prince Aemond be so estranged,â he says and slowly drifts back to him. âNot long ago you were almost inseparable.â
You avert your gaze and purse your lips together before you mutter your comment. âWell, sadly there are matters that create a strain.â
âI am sorry to hear about your brother's passing, it was such a tragic affair.â
Your eyes snap up and rather than expressing gratitude, you hardened your gaze to pass him a warning glare so he can tread carefully.
âMarriage is a complicated thing, more so with a war that tears your gaze between two sides, and secrets that lurk beneath the surface,â he doesnât listen, heâs bold, so you lift your chin and make your glare more menacing.
Lord Larys catches the threat behind your glare and checks that Helaena is distracted by whatâs in the pond before he quietly brings a point to this babble.
âI just hope Prince Aemondâs frequent brothel visits are not the secret truly keeping you apart.â
Your heart drops and every attempt to be seen as menacing falls flat. Instead, anguish begins to surface, it takes your attention and leaves you lost in thought for the rest of the day.
And you know you have no reason to be upset after you lay with Cregan. You shouldnât care because you hate Aemond after he killed Lucerys, but knowing he went to see other women, imagining him kissing another woman, and picturing him looking at them the same way he looks at you; like thereâs only you and no one else, like youâre all thatâs beautiful in the world, crushes your heart.
You donât want him touching anyone else with the same gentle touch he blesses you with. You donât want someone else tasting the sweetness of his lips, or seeing how completely vulnerable and loving he can be. You donât like that someone else is seeing parts of him that are only meant for you. You donât want him to admire someone the way he admires you.
You want to be the only one he finds beautiful, you want him to only love you, just like it always has been. You donât want to share him.
Yet you also canât be so selfish. You know what you did, and the bad thing is you donât regret it. You shouldnât expect loyalty when you broke it first. You canât be seething in jealousy when you were the one who kissed another man and became intimate with him. Thatâs selfish too, and you canât be selfish.
But oh!
You canât stop tormenting yourself with images of Aemond kissing other women, and other women kissing him. You see it in the books you try to read to keep yourself distracted and hear the sounds of his pleasure in the crackle of the fires that gives light to your chambers and also keeps it warm. Youâre tormented by the ugliness that is jealousy, and also getting torn apart between not deserving to be jealous. And him coming into the room does not make it easier because now youâre also plagued by memories of what he did.
Youâll probably find yourself broken down soon enough.
âWhereâs Aerion?â Aemond asks first as he takes some weight off him by putting his sword aside.
âWith your mother,â you deadpan and flip mindlessly through a different book. âShe wanted to spend time with him and Jaehaera.â
Aemond hums and he then approaches you to lean over the couch and try and give you a peck on the cheek, but you lean away, leaving his lips to meet a cold emptiness.
He proceeds to linger the way you left him before he purses his lips and steps away with a deep sigh.
âI see you are still playing at that game,â he says boldly and pulls your attention away from the book to lift your head and focus on nothing in particular as you run over what just came out of his mouth.
When you know you heard him right a crease carves in between your eyebrows as they pinch together, your eyes narrow and almost seem to emit flames with the rage that makes you forget the purpose you really came. Thatâs all meaningless now as you shut the book and throw it on the couch before you get up and spin around to snap back. âGame? Is this some jest to you, Aemond?â
Said man slips his eyepatch off and throws it on the table, choosing not to feed the dragon he already stirred awake.
âTell me? Was killing my brother some game to you?â You donât hold back and march around the couch to get closer, but he keeps getting away as he works to take his leather vest off.
âIs my grief, my guilt, some game to you? You know I-I couldnât even face my mother, or-or Rhaena, because of what you did? I blamed myself!â You throw at his back which moves further and further away. âIs that funny? Do you think I can just forget and pretend everything is alright? Like-like you did not break my heart in the worst way possible?!â
Aemond finally stops walking away, but he doesnât turn around or speak, and that only triggers your anger to get more heated.
âAemond?â You call out so you can get something, a hum if thatâs what he wants to give, whatever, you just want a response to let you know heâs paying attention.
âTell me. Is all I am, is all I feel is some game to you?â
His head slowly lowers, and angry tears form in your eyes while you start to believe what youâre accusing him of in his lingering silence.
âTell meâŚbecause if I amâŚâ you trail off and donât finish because you fear accepting that it will be true. âAemond,â you call out again in a broken voice and with a burning glare that falters while you storm over to him and stop halfway. âAemond,â you whisper before your nose furls and you cry out desperately and with frustration laced within. âAemond!â
Said man slowly turns on his heels with his eye glossy and downcast, his lips out in a pout, and his eyebrows formed in a shaky furrow.
âNo,â is what he says under his breath but doesnât dare look you in the eyes, heâs like a wounded boy filled with fear. Not of what lurks in the shadows, or of some great fear; heâs afraid of what will come out of the scolding, afraid that he will be received with disappointment and a cold shoulder.
âNo what?â You press to know and step closer. âNo Iâm not some joke to you, or no you did not mean to betray me in that way?â
âBloodshed was inevitable, if not me, it wouldâve been someone else,â he brings out his first excuse.
âOkay,â you whisper and nod in understanding while you turn away and hold your hands as you take in what he said. âOkay.â
âYou are not a joke,â he responds to your other question as he finally breaks away from the spot he was stuck to. âMy intention was not to hurt you. You know that. You of all people in this fucking world is all that matters to me. Ever since I was young and got pushed around for being different. You,â he makes that word clear with a sense of a deep meaning, no deceit, devotion and passion. âI did not want to hurt you. I did not mean what I didâŚâ he trails off in a whisper that wouldnât have been audible if the room wasnât cast in silence.
Yet does that really mean anything now that he did it? He canât take back what he did, he canât bring back Lucerys because he did not mean it. It still hurts and he canât take that pain away with those words.
âAll those times,â your voice quivers as your heart speaks for you. ââŚI spent missing you, wanting to come back home to you, and for what?â You say to the tension in the room and hear his lips part before his steps hit the ground louder and louder as he makes his way before you.
When youâre face to face, heart facing the others heart, his long and slender fingers reach for your face, but because of the violence done to you in the past days you pull your head back, making his hands freeze and tense for a second before he tries again and this time makes contact with your warm cheeks, providing more warmth that you canât help but melt into.
You do hesitate looking into his eye because you know what you will see will only make your heart sing, but he demands your attention and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. At that moment letting you see the sweet man you have always loved, a soft and enamored man who shows his tender affection in his eye that gleams like the full moon itself.
âI sent you letters,â he brings up softly and glances at your lips as his breath catches.
You part your lips and feel a desire slowly take hold of you, but you are not done, he canât just shut you up with sweet words, so you quickly rebuttal with an icy quip. âFull of empty words.â
You resisted what you otherwise would have fallen trap to and reel away from Aemond to face him with a serious look that falters between anguish.
âBut what could I expect? You only wrote for 1 year when I was in WinterfellâŚâ
âThat again,â he mutters and drops his hands on his thighs as he shakes his head.
You scoff and nod angrily. âYes, this again! Because I waited, you were my best friend! And I was alone! All I wanted was reassurance from you, and you left me aloneâŚand now all I wanted was you to tell me what you feel, I would have loved the truth, but,â you pause and feign a laugh. âYou led me on like you did nothing. Like you were doing nothing when in reality you killed my brother and lay with whores,â you spat out. You did not mean to. You wanted to hold it just for the sake of not sounding bitchy and hypocritical, but it hurts not knowing why HE did what he did.
Was he looking for just one little excuse to be with someone else? Have you not been enough? Were you not giving him enough attention? Enough love? Are you not beautiful enough for him?
Itâs true you talked to Cregan in your year here, but only as friends before and after you married Aemond. You missed him but only when you felt alone here, but after Aemond made you feel loved, Cregan was a sweet memory of a first love. And now? You were hurt, you wanted to feel loved after getting your heart torn from your chest. You do not regret because that will tear you apart, and you do not want to deny what you did. You did it; you take responsibility for it, you wonât regret it especially because you felt happy in a dark tormenting stormâŚ
But Aemond?
âWho told you?â He demands to know and at that moment proves Lord Larysâ accusation right.
âIt does not matter who told me,â you sneer through gritted teeth. âYou did itâŚYou do it.â
Aemond drops his eye and his lips curl to a snarl before he answers firmly. âNot since you returned.â
You shouldnât but you feel like someone is just crushing your heart.
âNoâŚthen what about last night? When you left.â You press for more even if the little voice in your head is telling you to stop fishing for more.
âYou did not want to see me, remember?â He sasses you. âWas I supposed to stay here just to have you glaring at me?â
You snap your eyes to him and narrow your glare, making him avert his gaze and answer quieter.
âI was with Ser Criston for a time before I took care of those men that shot at your dragon while our son was strapped on your chest.â
The corner of your lips twitch, but that does nothing to win you over.
âAnd the other times,â he continues and takes a step forward to close the gap left between you by grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his gaze. âMeant nothing. It was nothing but comfort while I was tormented. I did not touch her the way I touch you, I did not kiss her in any way, my heart, my lips are yours. I am yours. It meant nothing,â he makes clear by pouring out his heart, and bringing tears to your eyes.
Yet your tears arenât out of relief that he gifted you the confession that his heart only yearns for you. You start to cry out of guilt andâŚregret.
You did not want to feel regret. It was a cemented knowledge, but you are the bad person here. You are horrible for becoming one flesh with another man, for feeling love and appreciation for someone else who is not your husband. Perhaps what Aemond did was bad too, his affair was emotional, but that night your heart belonged to Cregan, and nowâŚif what Helaena said was true then your sin might come to life.
How could you be so horrible?
Why did you have to dig for the truth? It would have been better if you just simmered in your jealousy, but now?
Gods.
You turn your head away to not face him, but he just moves his head in search of your teary eyes. And when he finds your gaze he wipes the tears off your cheeks and parts his lips. Yet nothing comes out but a punctured breath as his eye grows tender and bright like the stars and the moon that reign the sky, but infinitely more beautiful, and just for you to admire and cherish.
Profound enamourment also fills his eye and only works to make his confession of love louder without any need for words.
If only you could give it all in return. You canât share that intense love because resentment and hatred are still very much alive in your heart. Besides, now guilt for what you did takes a space within you, only further pushing that affection.
âCome with me,â he beckons, much to your surprise.
âWhere?â You ask.
âOut,â he only surprises you more. âIn the city.â
You scoff. Is he being serious? Or is this some jest? He says the city at night is for delinquents to rage, you always have to force him out with you to do something fun.
âWe shouldnât, Iââ
âNow itâs you whoâs protesting,â he cuts you off with the corner of his lips perked. âJust come with me for the night. Please.â
You lower your face and remark. âYou do not like going into the city. I always have to beg you to come out at night. Then again you have been out, so.â you remark bitterly.
Aemond slides his hands down to hold your shoulders and even if he is annoyed at your remark he insists. âIâŚjust want to show you some fun,â he uses your own persuading words against you purposely.
âAemond,â you protest and he grabs your face again to pull you towards him, making your eyes flicker to his lips just a hairsbreadth away, calling for your warmth and taste to reunite and mold back together like a missing puzzle piece.
âPlease,â he insists softly and pulls away to offer you his hand.
You glance at his hand offering you an attempt at a rekindle and then look back at his eye and the sapphire glimmering against the candlelight, and it's almost like it's giving a hopeful glow in the same way his eye, his lips, and eyebrows express the hope that you will accept.
A part of you says no, you will worsen your guilt, and it wonât be fun if youâre bitter and hold resentment with each word, but also another part of you is too curious and intrigued by the fact that he's the one offering you a night out first and not the other way around.
Both sides fight a short bloody fight, with one choice coming out triumphant. But deep down was it so hard to choose?
As if attracted to a dark calling of temptation you give him your hand.
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A/N- No donât take us out into the city Aemond, youâre so sexy and smitten aha đŤŁ
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Juuuust stopping in to say? Your 9/10ths AU? Legit was my Yandere Aizawa awakening! Never knew how WELL it fit until that moment but holy sh*t! :D so much red! All of it flags! Delightful~â!
I legit can not WAIT for that precinct to fall apart? They are so sh*t to Izuku and yet rely so heavily on him? Have come to expect and take for granted a truely EXCEPTIONAL level of Analysis that honestly? At their level they would never be able to afford for even a FRACTION of the cases they get him to do it for.
He is a blessing from the gods. Ten thousand winning lotteries. Should be their best kept secret and most beloved staff member. But WHERE is he? A dusty closet.
Aizawa is gonna watch them fall apart and laugh. Oh boo hoo, reap what you sow. Izuku is his now. Good luck finding another analyst willing to take the same literally insulting, bordering on illegal, pay you had Izuku on! No one will take it!
NO ONE. Not even amateurs. Your budgets is f*cked, your case load just got countless times more dangerous and difficult, and? Words gotten out through a VERY unhappy Grand Torino (and Scheming Nedzu n Aizawa, but really can you PROVE that?) to the older and retired generations of Heros that you are "unreasonable bastards" who are "impossible to work with".
You know! The parents, grandparents, mentors, and bosses of all those promising young Heros you want to work with you! Huh. Wonder why they suddenly don't want to return your calls. Won't pool resources and Intel.
Gasp! If it isn't the consequences of our own actions! >:Dc
Just? Izuku merrily scribbling away back at the apartment. Finally full and freshly... rested. Having the first peaceful afternoon he's had in YEARS. All while his old workplace metaphorically burns to the GROUND. Aizawa brought Marshmallows. Isn't even gonna eat them. Just wants these f*ckers to know who started the fires.
BURN.
Like? Izuku thinks Aizawa just want out on lovely lil patrol. How peaceful! New apartment, freshly laundered clothes, dinner prepped and ready to go, music playing, the weather's nice~ mmmmm. Yes. He should look up cat toys for their future cat!
Smash cut to "I am the wrathful fist of god" Aizawa. Nedzu is cackling.
As always I am thrilled to be a gateway for you darling!
Ohh the precinct! It is going to be a major case of "don't know what you've got until it's gone" for that entire building only so so much worse because Aizawa and Nedzu are both going to end up involved.
Because yeah, they're never going to find someone of Izuku's skill level to replace him, and especially not with the pay/hours/abuse he tends to put up with. So, like you said, workload/budget/etc all that would have to take a hit to replace him.
And that's before Nedzu puts a black mark on them as a whole and then Gran finds out just how bad shit is because you called it, he's also gonna be pissed.
Like, RIP Tsukauchi and Sansa, you both might want to straight up move.
Once Aizawa is able to get Izuku home with him? Oh Izuku is gonna settle into this new domesticity (with some anxiety but full enthusiasm) meanwhile Aizawa has a kill list and no regrets.
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guys, i randomly decided to watch an old livestream from a youtuber whose videos i enjoy, and he thinks jonsa is a solid theory??? it's this video starting at 22:59 and going until about 26:00. the channel name is quinn the gm.
basically, someone in the chat asks who he thinks sansa will marry. i've watched a lot of his videos and have never heard him discuss that topic before, so i braced myself for the usual "it doesn't matter" or "she's too young" or "i personally don't care" takes, but he actually took the question seriously and began discussing his thoughts. color me shocked!
he first says that he doesn't think it will be harry because he's slated to die (based foreshadowing understander). then he says it could be sweetrobin if he lives. then he discusses the ashford tourney theory (he can't remember the name at first) and says he thinks the targ suitor would be jon because of the original outline!! he says it would make sense that grrm changed jon's planned love interest from âryâ to sansa!!! he acknowledges that some people propose aegon as the final suitor but dismisses that option because he believes aegon will marry arianne.
even better, someone in the chat says that a lot of the northern succession issues would be shored up by a jon/sansa marriage and he agrees???? i've heard him mention in other videos that he believes sansa will be regent for either rickon or robb's unborn child (he thinks there's a chance jeyne westerling is pregnant and will give birth in twow). and in this particular livestream he says that he doesn't think jon is interested in ruling a kingdom because he has found leadership to be a burden, implying that his potential claims wouldn't be an obstacle to him marrying sansa.
i dunno, it's just really nice encountering a non-jonsa (which i assume he is since i've never heard him mention the theory anywhere else) actually considering the theory on its merits and accepting it as a strong possibility. he recently did a livestream where he ranked his fav characters from the series and said that sansa was his favorite stark as well.
anyway, just wanted to share with my fellow jonsas and also rec his vids if you're interested in theory and analysis channels like this on youtube!
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ŕżâ§ ÖśÖ¸Ö˘ËËđŚËËÖśÖ¸Ö˘ â§ŕż Babies
- KOZUME KENMA Ă READER
- SYNOPSIS: you just want to have your Kozume's babies but you're too fucked up.
tw : attempted murder (?), sexual tension, mentions of sex, angry sex at the bottom.
â°â⤠YOU WERE WITH HIM in the empty classroom when you thought of the question. The rest of your class went down to the canteen but Kenma insisted on the both of you staying here, mumbling something along the lines of people become savages at lunchtime in the canteen.
He said you wouldn't like the lunch being served today.
"And that is-?" You smiled, raising your fine brow.
"You don't like anything," he leaned backward by the elbows in the window, sunlight striping his forehead, "Don't matter what the canteens are selling."
You were writing on the blackboards, scribbles both of your names and faces of cartoons. You drew a pink cat since there's no red chalk. Kuroo would normally be here, slacking off, but midterms got him by the leash.
Now it's you and Kenma.
And your great question.
"Kozume," you turned to him. His body was halfway through the window, balancing, closing his eyes. His bleached hair fell behind, shifting in the light breeze.
Summer looked pretty on him, you thought.
He asked, "what."
You thought about it at first, if you should ask him since it's not really what he would hear from you everyday, or generally from someone with a decent mind. But you're curious of his answer.
"Would you fuck me, Kozume?" She asked, almost bored, "get me pregnant."
His head lolled to your side of the classroom, his slanted eyes opened, "what kind of question is that?"
"Nothing much," you shrugged, "would you?"
"Huh," he says, unbothered, proceeding to think. He never answers a question of yours without giving it good pondering, "do I fuck you just to get you pregnant?"
"Yes . . . Just for that sole benefit," you inspected your acrylic nails, "squirting inside to get the baby in me. What do you think?"
He frowned a bit, his head lowering down the window, "if you'd ask for it, then sure."
You were surprised. Hardly anything surprised you nowadays, especially if it's Kenma. Actually it's him who hated the surprises - saying he didn't like the way it it made him contemplate.
You remember arguing that some questions didn't need to be deep. He answered that you were a trickster - and he needed to dissect everything that comes from you to the very bone of it.
"You would?" she says, turning back to the board. You picked the blue chalk, starting to draw small penguins, whales, dolphins, "even now?"
He doesn't budge from his careless position, "if you ask."
"Let's say we did," you wondered, squinting as you added some scales to a chubby fish, "right here, right now. You fucked me hard. You cummed."
"Go on," he muttered, barely there.
"Suddenly, I'm carrying your baby, a boy maybe," you trailed off, thinking pink waves would look pretty, so you took the pink chalk and drew, "what do you think he'll look like?"
"You decide," he said, glancing at you momentarily, the blowing curtains brushing his shoulders softly, "you already know what I'll say."
"You'd have our baby boy look like Baldur, or maybe even Sean Bean," you turned to him, glaring a bit, "You're a horrible father."
"Why, I thought you'd want it to look like Sean," a small, amused grin tilts his thin lips, "we can cast him in some new medieval franchise somewhere in the future."
"I don't like those films," you sighed, disturbed, "I already rejected HBO - I didn't want to play Sansa."
He hummed.
You paused, imagining your baby boy, your little prince with Kenma. You're the more beautiful one between you two, but you'd actually like the kid to have his father's face - golden eyes, sharp features. You want all that is Kenma in your boy. You'd love him more than anything in the world.
"He can have your face," you put the chalk down, padding slowly towards Kenma. He's your best friend, your quiet baby boy. You stood between his legs, leaning down the window until your chests were pressed together, "our precious baby."
The third year classroom was in the third floor, reaching the top branches of the tallest tree on campus. Leaves were nearby so you plucked a few, tucking them in Kenma's blazer pockets.
"Why not yours?" he raised his head slightly, but not much, just to look at you face, brushing his finger on your jaw.
"Because I want our baby boy to look like you," you rubbed the tip of her nose lightly against his, smiling, "is that too much to ask?"
A small chuckle rumbled from his throat, his brows raised, "poor kid."
"What do you mean?" You asked softly, lacing your fingers through his and placing a small, quick kiss on his lips, "that's why I wanted you to make me pregnant, no one else."
"Yeah?" He slung an arm over his forehead.
The sky was a sweet blue above you, with barely any clouds. A little bird flew past, darting into the branches and leaves near.
"I want you to be mine forever," you breathed.
You two dangled a part of yourselves across the window, between what you could compare to life and death.
You could rise and nudge him back to the classroom, or in a little tilt you could send you both to Hell.
We deserve it so damn bad, you thought, playing with a stray streak of his hair.
"I want him to be fat, chubby, small, has your eyes," you took the hand of his you held, kissing those tan knuckles tenderly, "I want you to fuck me, Kenma, give me your babies."
He chuckled, his brows creasing together, "pump you full with my kids, huh?"
You laughed, kissing his lips once more. A small, precious kiss, "My Kozume."
He sighed, amused, "you'll be the death of me."
"And you're the death of me," you whispered, twirling of strand of his hair. It's almost dried from the bleach down deep to his roots.
You pressed yourself further against his chest, getting heavier and heavier, slowly tilting you two lower . . . lower.
Kenma grimaced, sternly saying your name. You don't listen.
"What the fuck are you doing," Kenma's narrow eyes were wide, breathless. He gripped your arm, pushing you back. He kept saying your name, each one more agitated than the last.
You kept silent.
You and him were slipping over the window sill - you deepened your body on his when you pressed your mouth on his jaw, pressuring his head downwards and downwards.
Kenma tried to grab on the rails but, he gasped against your lips when you threatened to push yourself lower down -
You curled your arms around his neck, abruptly pulled him back into the classroom. You landed on your back, Kenma on top.
Breathless as he is, Kenma pulled his head from you, his eyes wild. You knew he was cursing you, wanted to kill you in the most brutal ways. Maybe like stoning you to death naked in the middle of Shibuya. You'd like that death.
He did something much worse though. He gripped your wrists and fucked you. He fucked you hard, fucked you well.
The grudge in that? He didn't give you babies.
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Yan!Sansa Rom. Headcanons?
I must warn you, I have not seen all of GOT or read the books fully. As a result, Sansa's character may seem off. However, I researched certain events, so I have some ideas I'd like to write down for the poor woman- I might return to this later or rewrite it if I feel my thoughts have changed.
Yandere! Sansa Concept
(Focuses more on Show! Sansa)
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Heavy themes of abuse (Sansa's history, Darling is "fine" for the most part), Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Soft yandere, Isolation, Delusional behavior, Dubious relationship.
Sansa, in both books and show from what I've seen, has gone through a lot.
She used to be privileged and seemed to lack empathy due to that.
However... Once she's been treated poorly, she doesn't want anyone else to go through the same.
This makes me think that Sansa, after everything she's been through, would not want to harm her obsession or push them too hard.
Let's think about the trauma she's gone through.
Several forced marriages, misogyny, manipulation, being held captive, family members killed, many other things I'd rather not say.
By the time she'd meet her obsession, she'd hate to put them through Hell.
She's gone through many abusive husbands.
She doesn't want to be an abusive partner to you.
By the time she meets you, she's already gone through the pits.
Sansa, no matter what version or how much power she gains, she may want to be softer to you.
She'd be friends with her obsession, someone who has been an ally where she's had none.
Sansa really does need someone who won't have ulterior motives.
Sansa is a character who is trying to survive.
She needs someone who can aid her through all the abuse, manipulation, and trauma.
You no doubt know what she's gone through due to being her friend.
Not in the same way (Hopefully), but you'd be the one she cries to every night.
Sansa would not want to be like her abusers to you.
Which, I feel, would make her a softer yandere to you.
She wouldn't kill people in front of you, she wouldn't force you into anything, she wouldn't want you to hate or fear her...
She wants you to love her... mutually.
She used to fall for fictional tales of love and romance... ones where love is soft...
She never got that with any betrothals she got.
So... while it may be childish... she wants that soft kind of love with you....
She'd never force you into marriage.
She'd wait for you to be ready... even if she feels jealousy towards other potential suitors.
Sansa, by the time she gains some freedom, wants to love only you.
Even when she becomes Queen of Winterfell (In the show), she doesn't really wish to control you... much.
The most I can see Sansa controlling her obsession is subtle.
She'd say small lies or manipulate a system for your benefit.
She'd never hit you, never make you bleed, never harm you...
She isn't Cersei, Joffery, Ramsay, Littlefinger... none of them.
She's her own person and she'll never harm the one she loves.
She tries not to, anyways.
But... Everyone fights for what they love at some point.
She'd never harm your family or those close to you unless pressed.
Unless you're hurt or they try to hurt her... she won't harm a soul.
Sansa would be very soft with affection.
Her touch is gentle, she often asks how you feel.
She'll stick to hugs or gentle touches if you wish... only ever kissing you if you ask and only trying something further when you're comfortable.
Sansa wants your love, yet she'd never take it.
If you love someone else, it hurts...
Yet Sansa will be patient.
She may not take your love by slaughtering those around you, but she's still capable of lies.
She tells herself this isn't hurting you.
Exposing dirt on those you're close to... won't hurt the bond between you.
As a victim of what she's gone through, she doesn't like the thought of putting you through what she went through.
She doesn't put you through what she went through... but you're still manipulated in some way.
Who isn't in the Game of Thrones?
Sansa knows you trust her.
She's had that trust before.
She cherishes your trust.
Which is why, when she has to do the dirty work, she does it out of sight.
She wants you to view her in a positive light.
She wants you to experience that fantasy type of love with her.
The one with soft kisses and sweet words.
The one where you feed one another and hold each other in your arms.
She's tired of all the hurt... which is why she can't let you go.
Surely you'll enjoy Winterfell with her, right?
It may be cold... but she'll keep you warm.
Sansa no doubt genuinely loves you.
She has no motives to harm you compared to others.
She doesn't own you.
You are your own person, just like her... she just tends to... influence your surroundings.
She gives you an illusion of freedom... unintentionally most of the time.
Those you talk to are those she approves of.
Anyone overly friendly or trying to court you is removed.
This is her fantasy...
No one can interfere.
What I'm trying to depict is Sansa is seemingly a "better" yandere than most, but still has her selfish flaws.
She's still not the best for you due to her jealousy and ambition to create a fantasy love life.
She wants the love life she lost.
While she tries not to force you into anything, she wants marriage.
Even if you are a fellow woman, she will only ever take your hand.
Sansa, due to all her trauma, wants a fantasy life to retreat to.
Anyone who falls by her hand is out of sight from you.
She'll get that fantasy life she's always wanted... and you'll be happy...
You must be happy... she could never hurt you... right...?
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these are just my thoughts, so you know, nothing to take seriously... but i discovered that it really irks me when people say that lyanna's "romantic" decisions are purely sansa.
and yeah, sure, sansa is an idealist that loves romantic stories, but here comes my hot take. i do see sansa more as being one of those people that are enchanted and obsessed with the concept of love, rather than loving someone herself... and if we look at her part in the narrative looking for romance, it's lacking for sure, other than the stuff going on with the hound (which is clearly somewhat romantic... no, i don't ship it, but i can see what the author was doing, like c'mon this is the man that has a sansan poster hanging in his walls) there's nothing else or no one else that has a little bit of romantic focus. everyone knows what happened with joffrey, littlefinger is grooming her (do i have to explain that this isn't romantic at all?), and i'm one of those people who thinks that harry the heir is her best option, considering what sansa likes, and that is a pretty and chivalrous man of noble birth... i get that people have a problem with him because he looks at her as someone lesser than him, because she's hiding as a bastard, but then again, for me, it's just an example of how much alike sansa and harry are.
maybe i'm just frustrated with the lack of development that sansa has in all five books, but i would like her to be able to discover herself, what she actually likes with a realist focus rather than an idealist one, from a partner. she should know by now that everyone can hurt you no matter how beautiful they are or what position of power they hold in society... and that maybe will take some time... so i like the idea of sansa going through life without a romantic partner with the hope she's able to get some retrospection on herself and her actions.Â
do i think this is going to happen? not at all, i'm pretty sure that littlefinger will get his way at first and that he will get sansa married to harry... which will make her a bigamist since she's still married to tyrion. so that will make another problem for her to tackle alongside being disinherited in robb's will...
another thing i think it's pretty common when people say that sansa is the one that heredited lyanna's "romantic" side is that these same types of people try to erase completely all the romantic tropes and foreshadowing that arya's story has... because... how can a girl who is gender non-conforming get a romantic plot?
honestly, i don't know why she couldn't get one... but i think that means you have a little problem to check out if you actually think that girls or women that are gender non-conforming deserve less than their gender conforming peers and that the lastest are superior in any way, shape, or form.
what we can't deny is that the author set up a deep connection between arya and the possible son of rhaegar targaryen and lyanna stark, for arya, jon is the only person in the world who will love her no matter what.
what is a little more funny coming from the author is that he made us observe arya stark and the son of robert baratheon get close and become friends that got a little crush on each other before they fell out and became separated.
so the author set up arya stark as the character who has not only love coming from rhaegar targaryen's son but devotion coming from robert baratheon's son as well.
i do think that what people don't want to even consider is that arya stark is a passionate character; she will defend those she loves from all threats possible, fighting tooth and nail.
and lyanna was the very same (and that's why i fully believe that lyanna and rhaegar were in love with each other... lyanna was intelligent, just as arya is, and arya had no problem recognizing that joffrey baratheon was a pretty prince, but at the same time she could appreciate that he was a horrible person with ease, his beauty and his titles be dammed, but i digress)
#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#house stark#lyanna stark#arya stark#sansa stark#gendrya#jonrya#anti sansa stans#anti asoiaf fandom
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Sansa loves having her hair braided. She can do it on her own but she prefers someone else to do it.
Ned was actually pretty good at it but was always neverous when she asked him. He also sometimes braided Catelynâs hair when she was pregnant or just wanted to. It calms him down to braid hair.
Robb is actually really bad at braiding hair but is slowly getting better as he keeps trying and praticing.
Jon is the best of them all and she usually chooses him. Sansa was hesitant at first to ask him to, scared that he would say no or do a bad job, but he actually is naturally good at it. (Sansa cried the first time he braided her hair after reclaiming Winterfell, it reminded her to much of how Catelyn braided it).
Arya used to braid her hair at night in their chambers sometimes. Though she threatened Sansa that if she told anyone she would coem to regret it.
Bran never really tried but he was about the same as Robb, but he had no desire to practice. Though Sansa knew if she ever asked then he would try to make her happy.
Rickon was too young to try before Sansa left for the south, but he loved her hair. After he got out of the stage of pulling it harshly, he would bury his face in it when she would carry him or lye him down for bed.
Theon was actually really good at braiding her hair (and actually loved doing it) , but would never admit it and would usually never do it. He broke down the first time she asked him to do it after his escape from Ramsey.
(I didnât add Catelyn because she was obviously the main person who braided her hair!)
#asoiaf#game of thrones#sansa stark#jon snow#ned stark#catelyn stark#robb stark#theon greyjoy#rickon stark#arya stark#bran stark#headcanon#asoiaf headcanons#starklings#house stark
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Teen Rhaena reminds me of young Alicent in a way. Besides both being Rhaenyraâs handmaidens and having bad fathers, Rhaena is never involved with the plans everyoneâs making about her life like Alicent. People wonât see it this way because Luke was her age and it seems like they got along well but Rhaena (and Baela) was betrothed without her consent to further the ambitions of others for the throne. She wasnât asked prior to the agreement by Rhaenyra and Rhaenys.
Their feelings are constantly disregarded by those around them because they donât have dominant personalities. While the other kids/teens (minus Aemond) were being playful and joking around at the dinner table in S1Ep8, Rhaena was sat there very mature, ladylike and proper. When the fight broke out, Rhaena was breaking it up along with the adults. It just reminded me of Alicentâs dynamic with Rhaenyra when they were young. Alicent was always treated like one of the adults by the adults around her , while Rhaenyra was still called âa childâ and got to act her age. Her immaturity is taken into account by writers and viewers.
Teen Alicent and teen Rhaenaâs grief is minimized by the writers because their grief isnât loud, angry or rebellious. Again they are mini adults, Alicent doesnât get the same grace as Rhaenyra despite losing her mother very recently too and we see Baela speak about the loss of Rhaenys to multiple people throughout the episode. We even see Rhaenyra shed tears for Rhaenys (odd because neither woman really liked the other). We see Corlys grieve, we see the smallfolk grieve the damn Dragon. Only one brief scene is given to Rhaena and her grief and itâs not even the focal point of the scene.
Their grief takes the back seat to others and the grief of those others becomes more important than their own. The general audience isnât going to give much thought to the impact of this loss on Rhaena, just like most of them forget that young Alicent lost her mother too.
Anon, how can you say something so controversial yet so brave?
I definitely see parallels between them. You've listed some perfect examples. I also think Rhaena and Young Alicent both have parallels with Sansa Stark. I sometimes think of Sansa as a character that breaks the cycle Alicent couldn't break and I think the key difference is that Sansa had a family who loved her and who cared about her as more than a political pawn. Her parents tried to save her from her situation in kingslanding. This is a key difference between Rhaena and Alicent too. Rhaena has a support system and a family that loved her she'd never get sold off to an old man to be raped and used as a broodmare and even if daemon tried to arrange a marriage like that Rhaenys and probably even Rhaenyra would likely try to stop it. Baela at her young age would probably kill someone before she allowed her sister to be married off into a horrible situation. Alicent had no one in her corner.
#this applies to the show version of the characters btw#rhaena targaryen#alicent hightower#sansa stark#hotd meta
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You know what is kind of odd. There have been a lot of fights over the years about Sansa, Arya, and sewing. And usually, Sansa is characterized as someone who loves it. Whatâs odd is that other Arya mentioning it, Sansa never does. Even while sheâs trapped in Kingâs Landing there is never mention of her passing her days by sewing or something. There is nothing that says she embroidered with Margery & co. or with Myrcella. You would think it would get mentioned she does it in the Vale, but there isnât any.Â
Iâm not saying she isnât good at it or talented at it, but Iâm not sure she likes it as much as the fandom or Arya thinks she does. And even then, Arya doesnât say if Sansa really likes it, she just says Sansa is better than her at it. In fact, Sansa seems a lot more interested in learning the high harp.Â
The two people who talk about sewing the most are Cat and Arya. Cat because she does it so often and Arya because she canât seem to do it all. Â
âThey met in the lower bailey of Riverrun. When Brandon saw that Petyr wore only helm and breastplate and mail, he took off most of his armor. Petyr had begged her for a favor he might wear, but she had turned him away. Her lord father promised her to Brandon Stark, and so it was to him that she gave her token, a pale blue handscarf she had embroidered with the leaping trout of Riverrun. As she pressed it into his hand, she pleaded with him. "He is only a foolish boy, but I have loved him like a brother. It would grieve me to see him die." And her betrothed looked at her with the cool grey eyes of a Stark and promised to spare the boy who loved her.â - Catelyn VII, AGoT
"You are most welcome here, Your Grace." Catelyn had been sewing, but she put the needle aside now. â - Catelyn III, ASoS
âHours later, she was sewing in her bedchamber when young Rollam Westerling came running with the summons to supper. Good, Catelyn thought, relieved. She had not been certain that her son would want her there, after their quarrel.â - Catelyn IV, ASoS
â Arya knelt in the dirt among the scattered clothes. She found a heavy woolen cloak, a velvet skirt and a silk tunic and some smallclothes, a dress her mother had embroidered for her, a silver baby bracelet she might sell. Shoving the broken lid out of the way, she groped inside the chest for Needle.â - Arya IV, AGoT
Arya, meanwhile, will never let anyone forget the fact she is bad at sewing. Sansa confirms in the fight in Sansa III AGoT, but I think words spoke in anger only count for so much.Â
âArya's stitches were crooked again.â Is literally our first intro to Arya.
And we here about it again and again. Even while joining a death cult she doesnât let it go.Â
âEven sewing was more fun than tongues, she told herself, after a night when she had forgotten half the words she thought she knew, and pronounced the other half so badly that the waif had laughed at her. My sentences are as crooked as my stitches used to be. If the girl had not been so small and starved, Arya would have smashed her stupid face. Instead she gnawed her lip.â - Arya II, AFfCÂ
I think sewing is less of an Arya-Sansa problem and more of a Catelyn-Arya problem.Â
#Arya Stark#Catelyn Stark#Sansa Stark#A Song of Ice and Fire#asoiaf#let Sansa play the harp#the kid really wants to#valyrianscrolls
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Dany fan here: I think other Dany fans think Jonsas are over the top with Dany hate because of pol!Jon. I follow many Jonsas because Iâm perfectly fine with Jonsa. Itâs not for me but I see the vision. That said Iâm a bit of an unusual Dany fan in the sense that Iâm a big fan of the Meereenese Knot essays and think the interpretation of Dany presented there is pretty spot on. I personally think Dany has a good heart but that circumstance and experience and terrible coping mechanisms have led her to act in villainous ways and whether or not a character is a villain is determined by their actions regardless of whatever goodness is in their heart. But anyway I do not like the pol!Jon theory. I think itâs out of character for Jon and needlessly cruel to Dany. I think itâs possible that he ultimately kills her and that could be fine and I donât reject that theory, but I think the idea of Jon deceiving and sexually abusing Dany and then killing her for the sake of Sansa is what Dany fans think of when they think of over the top hate because they assume every Jonsa shipper also believes in pol!Jon.
I do understand why people thought Jon was deceiving Dany in the show though because their relationship was just so poorly executed and Kit and Emilia had no chemistry on screen. Imagine fucking up your showâs romance so badly that people think the script confirming that the love was mutual must have been tampered with.
Hi there!
(I think Dany is a compelling tragic villain, and it's lovely seeing someone loving her for it!)
I do think that pol!Jon (under duress, esentially) is a not unreasonable theory that grew out of the way the show presented their relationship. If there was sexual abuse I think it's fair to say it was in the hands of the more powerful party, though.
That said, I don't see it happening that way in the books at all and I think all characters will be better off for it. I agree it wouldn't feel right.
Certainly not in a punitive "you thought he would love you but he really loves Sansa, now die!!!" way. That cheapens jonsa as much as it cheapens the complexity of the conflict between Dany and Jon.
It's just a deeply uninteresting way to explore their existing conflict or their respective strengths. Not to be a hater but it's not exactly riveting literature watching Dany be manipulated by Daario and it's unlikely to be more so in a repeat performance with Jon who isn't even her type. Same as watching Jon go through a repeat of the abusive Ygritte plotline would be less than compelling.
We'll have instances of romantic manipulation. Littlefinger is practically begging Sansa to use his own obsession against him, and Arya gives us a preview when she lures Raff to his death wearing "Mercy's" face. That's been set up since the first book, and it works as a satisfying response to the way everyone has been telling Sansa how weak and simple she is. It's very personal, very steeped in their respective histories, very poetic.
But for Jon and Dany I think we can expect something more universal and even-handed than that. They are both at varying points manipulative and earnest, highly clever or unexpectly outmaneuvered. And neither will be in this conflict all alone and without advice. Not to mention, we have both of their POVs and watching one just miss all the clues of the other manipulating them would be flat. This only ever works with one POV withheld. The show tried that with Jon Snow live on the screen, to disastrous results. No way is that GRRM's plan.
I'd rather watch two clever adversaries play a big game of chess. And given GRRM's love for that game, I am certain it's also what he would prefer to write.
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i'm a sansa stan first and foremost, and i tried to ship s@nsan so hard lmaooo but when they start saying shit like "sansa has wet dreams about the hound" and "sansa actually likes older men", argh, i just can't. do. that. i know george said something about playing with it in the books, but i also think that he wanted to raise a few questions with the relationship, one of them being "who protects sansa from her protector?". like, there's TRAUMA in there. it's funny that they accuse jonsas of using sansa as a self-insert bc i don't know if you ever read a s@nsan fic or saw the fanarts, but they REALLY wanna bang that man đ
(about this ask)
Nothing in the fandom horrifies me as much as Sansan. Iâve had nice Sansans come into my inbox, so I do distinguish between my feelings about the ship and the shippers, but I hate the reinterpretation of the Hound because it minimizes what he did/tried to do to Sansa. Instead of the later scenes where Sansa thinks of him being about her processing the trauma of his assault, suddenly, they become a gross villain whitewashing, victim-blamey, âactually, she wanted it.â
I once even highlighted that whole "who will protect us from the guards" idea you mention because I think it was meant to emphasize what a travesty the Houndâs assault was:
(link)
This isnât a romance, this is a pattern. The Hound saves her than tries to rape her, Tyrion is kind to her then agrees to marry her, a child, a prisoner of his family, and LF rescues her but then starts to sexually molest her. All the same, in each of these instances, Sansa is grateful, she thinks kindly of them, and I think that says a lot about Sansa that you completely miss if you romanticize it and pretend that the Hound is someone, something to her, that he isnât. I also talk about the whole cloak thing in that post too because I think the more contextualized reading is the one weâre meant to adopt.
When I did take a look at the meta, I was so creeped out by the nature of it and the art. Although, I want to give credit where itâs due. Apparently they were some of the first people to start taking Sansa seriously and created the reading of Sansa becoming a political factor, so they did change the fandomâs perception of Sansa in a good way. But imo their love of the Hound causes an imbalance in how they read their scenes. The point isn't that the Hound wouldn't have hurt Sansa, the point was that he very well might have but Sansa's actions stopped him which ties into a much bigger idea and important aspect of Sansa's story:
Even after the Hound assaults Sansa, later, she thinks of how terrifying the fire was, as in, even then, she is able to empathize with him, the man who held a knife to her throat and threatened to kill her. Itâs laughable to suggest a man who mocked her relentlessly for who she was is capable of the same consideration. In fact, it is in a state of terror that the Hound attempts to rape Sansa and his fans use that to excuse his actions, and yet, while he is assaulting her, Sansa sings of mercy, gently touches his cheek. Itâs almost like the very obvious interpretation, that the way to create a better world is Sansaâs methodâ not hisâ is what Martin expected people to understand, and his surprise people have turned it into something else altogether is genuine. (link)
As for Martin admitting he "played" with it, here's a clip. It's very short, and he's expressing surprise that his female readers like villains of which the Hound is one, and I think you can tell by his facial expression that the idea of the Hound and Sansa as a couple, is absolutely not where he ever intended to take things, not what he meant when he said he played with it. There are countless old monster movies with the monster being fascinated with a young girl or beautiful woman which humanizes him/shows a soft side. That's similar to Beauty and the Beast, the girl is what allows the monster to become human again, but in these variations, it isn't a romance. You can play with/reference tropes and ideas without it actually being a direct reiteration of the original story.
Anyway, filter and block and curate your fandom experience! đ
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Title: An Ironborn's Guide to Graverobbing
He looked so young. Skin pale and hair soft. Theon couldn't believe he was staring at the corpse of Robb Stark. He laid on a bed of winter roses and wore a clean grey suit with a black tie. The collar of his shirt making sure to hide the wiring that lined his neck. From the way he looked you'd have never guessed the boy died in a drunken car accident that separated his head from his body a week after their spat. He couldn't think of a more gruesome death for someone who deserved it the least.
Contrary to what you'd expect of a Northerner, Robb rarely drank. He drove safely, never went above the speed limit and always wore his seatbelt. Every time they'd go on a trip he would always nag Theon about the laws and hazards they should follow for simply being in a car. Small good that did him.
"Who would have thought that you'd get here before me," he whispered, barely audible. As if it was just another one of their sleepovers and Mrs. Stark had just told them to go to sleep. "The gods tell the cruelest jokes, don't they?"
There were so many things he wanted to say. His guilt, gratitude, anger, sorrow and regrets. How much he wanted to see his eyes, feel his skin, and hear his laugh. Theon wanted him to nag him about road safety again. He wanted tell Robb the secrets he kept from him and take back all the horrible things he said. I love you, he kept himself from saying out loud.
And if he stayed he probably would have. But he knew he was not welcome. Hell he wouldn't want him here either. Not after what happened during the incident that might have played a part in Robb's death. Even now, every so often Catelyn Stark took a moment from her grief to stare daggers at him when she didn't think he'd notice. The fact that she kept Bran close to her ever since he arrived was telling enough.
Though he supposed he should be grateful that he could at least see Robb one last time before he was gone forever, buried amongst his ancestors in the Starks' private cemetery. Not even Jon Snow, who was still in custody, was allowed that. His lawyers, the police and Catelyn all thought it best Robb's potential murderer didn't attend his half-brother's funeral.
Sansa, now the heir to the Stark wealth and the one who had invited him for no other reason than courtesy, was busy talking to reporters and wanted guests. Her perfect as usual makeup barely concealing the stress she was under. Rickon was inconsolable and Bran was too though he was better at hiding it. Arya had not even attended the wake out of anger for both her older brothers, believing that Jon was framed and that Robb's death was no incident. She left their house that morning with no more than a note saying she was staying at a friend's, Sansa told him.
Catelyn Stark was just painful to watch. She reminded Theon of his mother when she lost his brothers at sea. She cried far more than when her husband, Ned Stark died a few years back. If tears could bring a person back to life, Robb would be sitting next to her right now wiping it from her aged face.
Unlike Theon she did not hide her pain. She mourned like she and her son were the only two people in the world, and now she was alone. Mrs. Stark and him never got along and they really only tolerated each other for the sake of Robb. So he thought it funny that he found himself relating to her now when her son and his best friend was out of the equation.
Theon Greyjoy left shortly after the ceremony started. He saw Patrek Mallister give him a sympathetic look on the way out. "Hang in there." The Riverlander patted him on the back before going back to where his father was talking to Edmure Tully.
Outside the Starks' sept he hardly found any people in Winterfell. Robb was well loved and respected so even the servants came to pay their respects for Catelyn and her children. It made Theon feel even emptier.
Winterfell could be the warmest haven or the coldest place sometimes. He stared at the window that led to his best friend's bedroom. It still had the cracks from where Theon would throw rocks to get Robb's attention. He must have thrown a hundred stones yet the windows never shattered completely.
Staring at it he could almost imagine his dead friend watching him from the other side of the glass, cold and grim. Like a statue. Theon rubbed his eyes. Though their friendship ended on bad terms, he preferred to remember Robb Stark as he usually was. Kind, stubborn, passionate, loyal. Extremely easy to anger just as he was to smile and laugh.
Only when he was inside his car did he start crying. He turned on the engine and started driving, to where he didn't know. Maybe somewhere with a lot of alcohol and people that could distract him from the cruel reality for a while. Or far where nobody would see him or ever find him. Mostly he just wanted to go where Robb was. To a place where he was safe and waiting for him. And it'd be so easy too. Theon's hands felt light on the steering wheel. All he needed was to close his eyes and let go. It will all be over soon.
"Oh Theon."
He could hear Robb call to him. Did he die already? Strange how painless it felt. "Yes, Robb?" Theon asked.
"Theon!?"
His voice was louder, more panicked. He wondered why. Theon could hear him but he could not sense him. A bump on the road startled Theon into opening his eyes. He found himself back in the car again, with the steering wheel moving on it's own and Robb sitting next to him in theâ wait.
"ROBB?"
"THEON THE ROAD!"
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Sense finally took hold of him. He grabbed the steering wheel just as the car was about to stir towards the woods. What was he doing? Was he seriously about to kill himself? Theon breathed; inhaling and exhaling quickly to get as much air in his lungs simply to feel his organs functioning. Then he breathed slowly and deeply, savoring the fact he was still alive. Unlike a certain someone.
"Are you fucking crazy!?" Robb screamed. His friend, his dead friend who he was secretly in love with screamed at him. Maybe I am, he wanted to answer.
Theon tried to ignore him by gluing his eyes on the road. "What the fuck..." He whispered.
"Believe me I'm as shocked as you are. Can you really see me?"
The ironborn held his tounge. He really needed to see a therapist. Robb always encouraged him but he was too afraid of what his family might think.
When silence filled the car and it seemed that he really must have just imagined the ghost of his best friend, Theon sighed in relief.
"BOO!" Robb's head suddenly popped out of the glove compartment which caused Theon to scream and almost crash into a tree. Now angry, scared, depressed and just overall extremely confused he parked the car on the side of the road next to the tree that nearly killed him.
"Drowned Godâ Are you TRYING to kill me!?"
"Well you weren't answering my question."
"That's cause I'm trying to grapple the fact I almost killed myself and I'm seeing the ghost of my deceased best friend dipshit!"
Touched, Robb placed his hand on his chest. "You still see me as your best friend?"
"That should not be your sole take away from this Robb!" Theon screamed, briefly forgetting he was talking to a dead man.
"Heh. 'Soul' take away." Robb snorted and Theon tried very hard not to do the same.
"Oh my fucking..." He rubbed his eyelids. "I should've listened when you told me to see that shrink."
"Not that that's gonna help you in this particular situation, but yeah. I did tell you."
Theon refused to acknowledge his hallucination any further.
"This is not real. I am in extreme grief. This is just my body's way of coping..." He reassured himself.
"Hey. Hey. Theon." Robb snapped his fingers to get his attention. Theon covered his ears to block out the sound.
"Fine then! Don't listen to me. See how bloody well that worked out the first time." Robb crossed his arms. "Not like I just saved your life or anything..."
Theon sighed. He supposed the figment of his imagination had a point. If nothing else it was nice hearing the sound of Robb's voice again.
"Fine. You're here. I can see you. And to answer your question from earlier, yes I am crazy. Else wise I wouldn't be seeing you."
"Oh Theon. That is like the least craziest thing you have going for you right now."
"Obviously my own hallucination wouldn't tell me I'm crazy."
"I'm not a hallucination. I'm the real Robb."
Theon squinted at him for a few seconds then snorted. "Yeah. Right."
"What? I am!"
"Ghosts aren't real."
He scoffed. "Well apparently they are. Don't believe me? Ask me something only I would know."
"Then how would I know you're lying?"
"By the gods do I have to tell you how to do everything? Look, there's a bird behind you and I'm going to sayâ don't look at it idiot!"
"You just said to look!"
"Not until I told you the name of it!"
"Should've been more clear then huh."
Robb sighed. Theon did not question how he was still able to do that. "Why couldn't it have been Jon or mother that could see me? Why did it have to be the prick that left my brother stranded in the woods."
Ouch. Even fake Robb hated him.
"Let's say you are a ghost, I'm... really sorry about Bran. Iâ I don't really have much of an excuse. You were right I am stupid. And a coward. I shouldn't have left."
"You want to apologize? Then do so by listening to me! My death was not an accident. Jon did not kill me, Tywin Lannister had him framed to get rid of us both. We weren't even driving home! We were going to take the bus until someone kidnapped us."
"What? Why would he do that?"
"Because he's a cunt Theon! Tywin Lannister is a soggy cunt that's going to get my brother imprisoned for life and I need you to help me stop it."
"I am... so confused."
#theon greyjoy#robb stark#fanfic#asoiaf#throbb#ghost au#idk how to tag fanfics#wip#modern au#an ironborn's guide to graverobbing#mostly just wrote this fic cause i wanted to use robb's name as a pun
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hello saints. we need to have a conversation. i have a feeling that this fandom would not understand what i mean by saying what i'm about to say but also based on your posts that i have seen i feel like you actually might understand what i mean or at least some of your followers might. so there is this thought that i had for a long long time now and i need to share it with someone and maybe it isn't anything new or interesting but i need to get it out of my head.
evan rosier is a pillow princess but in a dominative way. not in a "i'm lazy" way but in a "you really think you deserve anything from me?" way. and barty is so much into it. like, barty definitely has a degradation kink but also they are both really about aftercare which basically is like the opposit of their sex because then it's just all praise.
tell me, do you get the vision?
(also, is it sansa stark that you have in that gif that is behind the pfp? if yes, i love her and also i need to hear your opinions on danaerys and arya but also spoiler free please i still haven't finished watching got)
i'm really obsessed with the phrasing of this ask i feel like an errant country-maiden who has received a letter... but yeah *bangs gavel* i pretty much agree with all of this. NEVER LET THEM SILENCE YOU, YOU WERE HAVING VISIONS OF THE TRUTH!!!!
evan is the world's most sadistic victorian-era dom and he graciously allows barty to briefly touch his unclothed ankle while he's stepping on him. and barty is his sick, pathetic dog who is Extremely Into All This but the chances of him completely snapping and just throwing evan into the wall are about 50/50 (and they enjoy that too)
(yes its sansa! idk how spoiler-free i can get but i adore dany as well. mostly watched just for sansa though)
#a#clocking into another day at the âservice top barty x domming from the bottom evan but they switch the dynamics around regularlyâ factory
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