#jorah and an old love

[manibolly]

Is that Jorah the Andal Mormont?

Jorah and an old love.

[deadwooddross]

How's Croc doing?

she's relaxing on vacation right now while I put Thavu (And Umami) in the blender instead, but she's never truly safe from the whims of the blorbo pain machine Keeping her safe in my pocket for the day I feel like doing a deep dive into a bounty/monster hunter type spin again tho...I didn't quite splash in there enough last time

[a-thousand-eyes-and-one]

daenerys targaryen if someone sat her down and told her that family doesnt have to mean blood

[myladysapphire]

Forbidden

With a feud older than history, the Blackwoods and Brackens have long been enemies, but now, you, a daughter of lord Bracken, finds yourself in the arms of Benjicot Blackwood, and he will do everyhting it takes to make you his.

based of this request

word count: 3,893

cw: MDI, 18+, smut, dry humping, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, making out, masturbation, violence, slight breeding kink, pregancy, not proofread!

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Authors notes: a lot of ocs, alot of canon diveregence and based before the dance.

sorry this took so long to come out and so long for me to update in general! i wrote half of this and then decided to re do the whole thing entirely differently and then I got stuck and started writing two other things but here it is, enjoy!

“You will not marry him” your fathers voice bellowed.

You had begged and pleaded and yet there was no resolve, your father was adamant in a match with the lord Jorah Mallister a man near twice your age. And not a match with the man you held dear to your heart.

Benjicot Blackwood.

You had met him near six summers ago. For six years you had been courting him in private, away from all eyes but each other’s.

It had been easy to fall in love with him, with someone as kind and well mannered as he. But that wasn’t what had drawn you to him.

At the time neither of you knew which house the other belonged too, nor cared. There seemed to be something unexplainable that drew you to one another.

You were like twin flames, so similar and yet you were your own unique force but together you burned brighter.

But this wasn’t something your lord father could understand.

The feud between Blackwood and Bracken had spanned through time and was a never-ending factor. They would always despise one another, the true reason why lost to time and only fuel was added to the fire with each generation.

If the Blackwood’s stood on one side, you can guarantee the Brackens stood on the other.

The sides of their conflict varied, no one knowing the truth, neither history book nor legend.

With both houses being old and ancient, with blood of the first men running though their veins. Both claimed to be kings, the Blackwood’s claiming to have been kings of the wolfs wood before being driven south. And the Brackens had been kings of the Riverlands.

There it is said the Blackwood’s usurped the Bracken lands, where the Blackwood’s claimed the Brackens were petty lords and sells words hired to usurp them.

And though there had been a hundred peace’s between the families over the millennia, with every blackwood comes Bracken blood, and ever bracken comes blackwood blood. But no peace lasted long enough, and each peace ended with a larger wound than before.

When it comes between the two it is often a case of, he said or she said, no one wishes to get involved and no one knows the truth, and no matter the efforts of their overlord of kings, no truce lasted.

And all because of this, a feud neither of you wished to take part in, you were torn apart.

A marriage set between you and an old lord, and the turning of a key locking you in your rooms, separating you from him.

Your father thought it was some infatuation, when in fact it was everything.

You had met as children, playing on the border between your lands. He had tripped and fell over the border stones and you, with your friends having long run off at the sight of a blackwood came to aid him.

Tending to the small cut on his head, you teased him mercilessly, claiming he must be the best knight the Blackwood’s had if he would so easily cross the border as he did.

Andin truth that was how it all started, childish teasing, and the small gesture of caring for his small cut.

With days spent meeting at the border, playing as children did, you forged a bond. A bond that only strengthen as you were sent to ward with your mother’s family over.

With two summers spent together, the third apart it was clear much had changed when you went to meet at the border once more.

You had become a woman and he a man, and suddenly the childish games got lost and suddenly bashful smiles were exchanged in the place of teasing.

“How are you?” he has asked, having spent he summer with no word, unable to send each other letters, with fear of being caught and your friendship ending.

It was clear much had changed, your faces had lost the baby fat, he was now a head taller than you, whereas before you had towered over him. Your clothes had become that of a lady, no longer where your dressed hemmed to your ankles, your tunics and trousers thrown out in favour of gowns and jewels.

Your hair had grown long, and now adorned with jewels and accessories alike.

You looked everything of the lady you were expected to be and more. You had grown into your features, and he was struck by you.

It was almost like you were strangers again, with you blushing as you towards him and he unsure of how to act towards you know.

Stuttering your words, as you recounted your year, blushing as you told him of your kiss with one of the stable hands. How you had helped your aunt give birth, and how you had felt lonely without him, even though you only got to see him for a few hours every few days.

He had recounted his summer, how he had become a squire and his father had started giving him duties, fit for the future lord of Raventree.

The awkwardness left you both as the day passed and the sun set, you both left with a new view of the other. A year apart changing you from childhood friends to newfound crushes.

Neither of you cared that you were from rivalling families, the skirmishes between your cousins and his cousins and even him, never affecting you bar a small argument here and there.

As time passed and you both grew older you found most of your days spent with the other, and soon the friendly hand holding was exchanged for soft kisses and wandering hands.

If you were from any other house a marriage would have been easy, but neither of your fathers accepted the other, and as tensions grew and grew you lost any hope for a future with Ben.

You had kept your friendship, your companionship a secret, a well-kept secret no one not even your closest friends knew off.

Until two days ago.

The news of a betrothal had spurred you; you had run to the border to find Ben and beg him to run away.

But instead of Ben you found your oldest brother Amos, and a man you briefly recognised to be Bryden blackwood, a cousin to Ben. They seemed to be in some argument, over the boundary stones. Luckily no swords had been drawn yet.

You approached your brother cautiously.

“Amos” you started, nodding to the bracken men that stood with him.

“Sister…what are you doing her?” he asked, moving away from Bryden’s glare.

“I could ask you the same, aren’t you meant to patrol the border not step over it?” “I knew you changed the boarder stones!”

“I did not, my sister does not know what she speaks, she rarely comes here!”

“Rarely swear I’ve seen you before” he stepped closer to you, your brother slowly stood to stand in front of you. “Yes…I know you, you’re that girl my cousins spends his days with! hah a Bracken bitch”.

“What does he speak of!” your brother demanded.

“Nothing, I don’t know- “

Ben walked over, a laugh set on his face and hand on his sword, ready to fight if needed. “What is going on here?” he said, facing falling as he saw you.

Bryden turned to face him, “We were simply observing the border stones before your bitch came along”.

“What did you call her?” both Ben and Amos questioned, tone stern and glares set on Bryden.

“a Bracken Bitch” he punctuated each word, stepping closer to Amos, only to be dragged away by Ben and a punch landing swiftly on his face.

Ben’s fists pounded Bryden’s face, blood spattering as groans left Bryden’s lips, ben only stopped as his uncle, Wilheim came running up and pulled him away.

“What is going on here!”

“Your nephew insulted my sister” Amos spoke, his hand reaching for his sword.

“And why is Benjicot bloody blackwood taking it out on him?” he near screamed.

You looked tot eh floor, to scared to speak.

“He called her my Bracken…my Bracken bitch” Ben spoke, his eyes glued to your form as you nervously kicked at the border stones.

Wilheim gave Ben and exasperate look, “is its true boy?”

You looked up, feeling all eyes on yours.

“yes” he said, his face downcast in shame. Not shame for being with you, for the moments you shared or the love he felt but for the way it was revealed, for how you had been spoken off and the laughs that irrupted at the news.

Wilheim pulled him closer, “is she still?” everyone knew what he was asking, no matter how discrete he tried to be.

You knew the answer, and you knew no matter what came out of Bens mouth your brother would be forced to tell your father and your father would demand the maester check your maidenhead, something he wouldn’t find.

As you waited for Ben to answer your mind went back to six moons ago.

Your mind went back to six moons ago.

It was your nameday, you had escaped the celebrations and made your way to the border, where ben awaited gift in hand.

“Happy name day” he greeted, pulling you in for a hug, his face buried in your neck.

“Thank you” you breathed, your touches lingering as you pulled apart, his face close too yours.

Your eyes were locked to his, as you hesitated to step away.

“My gift?” you asked, as you stepped back ever so slightly, noticing the lingering gaze on your lips.

He smiled shyly, before presenting you the gift.

The gift, a book you had long desired. You had been unable to find it anywhere and yet, Ben had found it just for you.

“Ben” you breathed, at a loss for words as you started up at him, a shy smile on his face. “Thank you”, you said taking a step towards him once more, your body’s now impossible close.

“It was no problem” he breathed, your faces breaths apart.

A blush filled your cheeks as you leant forward your lips catching his in a soft slow kiss.

Your mouths moved in tandem, slow and soft as his hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you into him as your kiss became sloppier, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth as your hands came up to grip his hair, your lips never breaking.

Had you not been where anyone could find you, you where sure the kiss would never end, but the fear of being caught, your reputation ruined spurned you to push yourself away from him.

“we should go somewhere more private” you breathed, “out of prying eyes” “won’t they notice if your gone much longer?” “I doubt it, I said the wine had gone to my head and my maid, Farrah was more than happy to vouch the same, and that I wish to be left alone after I gave her 10 silver dragons.”

He laughed, “there is an inn nearby, perhaps we could go there?”

“An inn?” you asked a small smile on your face.

He nodded, “I know you may not wish to spend your nameday in an inn- “ “I wish to spend it with you” you interrupted, “I do not care where”.

And so, you had gone to the inn, it was barren when you got in, not many traveling to kings’ road so near winter, a room was easy to find and for the first time you were truly away from prying eyes.

The room was quaint, at least compared to what you were used too, with a double bed in the centre of the room, a small tub and chamber pot on one side and a dresser and table on the other.

“Will anyone question if you are gone long?” you asked, taking off your cloak.

You knew he most likely wouldn’t, having more freedom than you as a man and heir.

“Perhaps, but as long as I ma back by dawn I doubt I will get in any trouble.”

You nodded, “you leave often in the night then?” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

He coughed awkwardly, “my uncle and my cousins, Bryden, Davos and Bennifer took me to a brothel for my nameday”.

“a Brothel?” you asked in surprise, though there was a hint in jealousy in your voice, “and did you?

“No!” he said quickly, “no I wouldn’t do that” to you, he wanted to say, but up until today you hadn’t done anything, bar hold hands and lingering touches here and there.

You smiled, standing up and walking up to him, he seemed frozen, unsure of what to do or what his intentions were of even bringing you here.

You moved cautiously, your hand reaching for his as you moved yourself into his embrace.

Your fingers interlocking with his, “ben” you whispered.

And he whispered your name back, smiling as he did.

“I love you” you spoke, no hesitation in your voice.

“I love you” he breathed back, his face full of uninhibited joy.

Your lips captured his once more, this time it was full of passion, your lips moving together in tandem, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you effortlessly closer to him.

With one hand still interlocked with his, the other reached up and gripped his hair pulling him even closer to you.

Your mouths never broke apart, even as a soft moan left your lips as his tongue moved with yours.

 You started to step back slowly, dragging him with you until your back hit the bed, Bens body covering yours, his hips slowly began to grind against yours, feeling his clothed cock through his breeches as he grinded against your heat.

You moaned softly into his mouth as your body’s moved together.

“Ben” you groaned, as his lips separated from yours and moved to your neck, pressing quick sloppy kisses before leaning over you his eyes staring into yours.

He whispered your name, “do you want to keep going?”

You nodded, leaning up to reach for the laces of your gown, you never broke eye contact as you untied your dress, allowing it to fall slightly and reveal our thin chemise.

He blushed at the sight, leaning back and allowing you to fully remove your dress, before you reached for him and started to undo the ties of his tunic and breaches.

You moved slowly, taking him in as you undid his clothes, your touches lingering as you finally revealed his naked chest.

Now only in your small clothes, he reached over you once more, his body covering yours and his lips once again capturing yours.

Your bodies continued to move against each other the friction casing moans and groans to fall from his lips and yours.

Your chemise bunching up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to Ben.

“gods” he said, feeling your bare cunt rub against his length, “his hands moved from where he had placed them at your waist to move along your thighs.

He swallowed slightly as your legs began to part, baring yourself to him.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” he asked, his fingers moved closer to your heat.

“yes” you breathed as he lightly teased your folds.

“Show me”

You breathe grew heavy, as you nervously moved your fingers down the length of your body.

Ben moved back from you as your finger dipped into your folds, gathering up your silk.

Circling your clit is slow motions, you never broke eye contact, soft moans leaving your mouth.

With one fingering circling your clit you began to dip another into your folds, circling and teasing yourself before finally plunging a finger into your hole.

You let out a moan as you did, slowly pumping your finger in and out of you.

“Gods, your beautiful,” Ben said, his hand coming to meet yours as he swiftly replaced your fingers, plunging two fingers into your hole.

You let out a high-pitched moan. The feel of his fingers was nothing compared to yours, the pleasure entirely different, even more so when his thumb came to circle your clit.

“Like this?” he asked, his movements unsure as he watched you and took in every moan or whimper you made.

“Yes! Gods yes” you said, feeling your peak wash over you as his fingers moved faster in and out of you.

You breathed heavily, sinking into the mattress as you rode out your peak.

“Good?” he asked, reaching forward to press a soft kiss to your mouth.

“yes” you said, before sitting up and reaching for the bottom of your chemise.

“Are you sure?” he asked, as you began to take of the last layer of clothing.

You smiled, nodding your head, and revealing yourself to him.

He moaned at the sight of you, getting impossible hard as he took you in.

He stood of the bed slowly, moving to take of his final layer and bare himself to you.

You groaned at the sight, “come here” you breathed.

He slowly crawled back onto the bed, his body covering yours once more as he took your lips in a passionate and heated kiss, his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, moving to caress your face.

Nodding, you reached up to kiss him, “yes”.

And with that he slowly entered you.

Groaning at the stretch, you felt a slight sting as he slowly entered you, your face contorted in quick discomfort that quickly faded as he settled himself fully inside you, allowing you time to adjust.

He seemed lost tin pleasure at the feeling of your heat wrapped around his length, his face buried in the nape of your neck as he held back from moving.

“You can move” you breathed after a minute, hands wrapping around his neck as you moved your hips to urge him.

He moved slowly, pumping in and out of you, learning every move that made you moan or whimper.

He kissed slowly at your neck as his hips pumped in and out of you, his groans muffled by your neck as he began to pump faster and harder.

Your moans grew more frequent, your hand reaching down to rub at your clit as you felt the familiar feel of your peak hitting you once more, it was fast but no less pleasurable as you and he reached your peak simultaneously.

He swiftly removed himself and finished on your stomach, as your fingers continued to circle your clit, as you rode out your peak.

“gods” you laughed, after a few minutes, ben having gone to get a cloth to clean you up. “I hadn’t expected this for my nameday” you said reaching for him and pulling him into for a kiss once more.

You spent the night wrapped in his embrace, dawn coming faster than you had hoped and you were soon sneaking back into your rooms.

As the moons passed your meetings became ones of lovers, with romantic rendezvous with disguises as you went to Fairmarket parading as smallfolk away from prying eyes.

Your nights spent in each other’s embrace, whether it was in the inn or under the stary sky.

Now six moons later, you did not regret that night or the nights that followed, but the look of disappointment your brother gave you made you wish a part of you desired to take it back.  

“no” Benji spoke, answering his uncle’s question of your maidenhead.

“You will marry” he spoke, your father will approve it and I’m sure we could do with peace with our too sides, with the talk of war and all”.

But your father had instantly refused, saying he would rather a whore for a daughter than a blackwood.

You had been locked in your room for three moons, wedding arrangements made for you a lord Mallister.

You had been unable to escape to leave and see Ben, your every move watched and monitored. Though you had heard he had demanded to see you, begging for your hand and even challenging lord Mallister to a duel.

All had been refused and you were starting to lose all hope of ever seeing him again.

Then there was a tap at your window.

“Ben!” you whisper shouted, seeing him hanging onto the wall for dear life as you opened the window to let him in.

“How did you- “you began to ask only to be cut of with a demanding kiss as Bens lips attacked yours.

“I have missed you” he breathed as you pushed you down onto the bed and began to untie his breeches. “My father agrees we should wed.” he started, kissing you again, as he began to bunch up your skirts, revealing your heat to him. “He says the only way your father would accept us to marry his if you were pregnant” he breathed, his breaches now around his ancles as his finger began to tease your hole.

“Pregnant?” you questioned, “he said he’d rather me a whore than a blackwood” you said, moaning as he began to pump in fingers in and out of your entrance.

“Your father is also a devout man of the faith, is he not” he said, fingers pumping in and out of you.

“yes” you moaned, “and you and your family are followers of the old gods…he would never- “you cut yourself off with a moan as his cock replaced his fingers, plunging in and out of you at fast pace.

“And yet he said to my father that if a babe came, he would allow it…and yet he kept you from me, from any chance of us” he groaned, leaning down to kiss you as he felt your walls clench around his cock as you came.

“I am going to fuck a baby into you, going to fill you up with my seed” he groaned, “I will come, climb the walls of your castle every night until you a bred and then we shall get married and you will me mine, not that cunt Mallister!” his tone was harsh, but as his eyes bore into yours you saw the longing, the love and sense of purpose as he fucked you like he had never fucked you before.

It was primal, pure animalistic as he fucked his seed into you.

He lay on top of you, his cock still in you as you both caught your breath.

That night he took you in more ways than you could count, and in the breath moments his cock wasn’t filling you he recounted his days apart from you.

But as dawn broke, he was forced to leave, just like every other night you shred in each other’s arms.

But he fulfilled his promise visiting you every night until your moons blood stopped, and a pregnancy was confirmed.

Your father was furious, hated how you had defied him, found away to see Ben once more, and now he was forced to marry you.

With a slight swollen belly, it was no secret of why the Brackens and Blackwood’s once again decided to try at peace, even more so when Ben could hardly wait for the bedding ceremony to take you as his wife.

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[fantasydreamland]

Longing

jorah mormont x fem reader

Summary: You follow your friend Daenerys when she leaves Pentos with the Dothraki. The journey is much harder than you expected but the company of the older knight you now longed after makes it all worth it.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, p in v, fluff, angst, dothraki violence, age gap, longing, spoilers

Word count: 2.2k

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You were the daughter of Magister Illyrio and the only true friend of Daenerys while she lived with you. When she was sold to the Dothraki you were surprised that your father granted you leave to join her when she left Pentos but you were happy to go and experience more of the world.

It was definitely not an easy adjustment going from living in a castle with proper cooks and servants to living in tents and eating mostly horse meat. Going from being around lords and ladies with proper manners to being around the Dothraki savages. But you cared deeply for your friend whom you were just a few years older than and did not want to abandon her with a group of strangers and her cruel brother Viserys.

There was one person you met that made the journey a little easier and that was Ser Jorah Mormont from Westeros. He was the sworn sword to Daenerys. He was an older man but quite handsome and wise and very kind to you. Overtime you developed a bit of a crush on him, feeling flustered or blushing when he was around you. Though you’d never act on those feelings because you did not think he would ever reciprocate them. You didn’t care about his age but you feared he looked at you as no more than still a child.

Little did you know he had developed strong feelings for you. He cared about you deeply, even more so than the Khaleesi he was sworn to. It was hard for him not to when you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and your personality was unlike anyone he’d ever met. He did not know what it was but you were different. He couldn’t help but stare at you when you weren’t looking. His chest would tighten at the sight of your lovely smile or your carefree laugh especially if it was directed at him. He knows he would never confess those feelings to you or anyone, he assumed you would never think of him the same way because he was a fair amount older than you. Why would someone as beautiful as you want an old knight like him?

So you both carried on as if you weren’t secretly falling for each other. The days went by full of small sweet moments and longing looks. You started to notice the way he looked at you and even Dany began to tease you about it. It made your heart race to think he might think of you romantically, the way you thought of him. Yet he remained completely unaware of your feelings for him.

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The day the khalasar raided a city was an especially rough day. You knew the Dothraki were savages but the brutality still came as a shock to you. The city was filled with cries and screams of people being slaughtered or beaten, and women made into slaves being taken over and over again by many members of the khalasar. Dead bodies and severed heads were everywhere you look. You were light headed and extremely nauseous. When you couldn’t stomach it anymore you fled away from the group in search of your tent.

The distant sounds of the savagery faded as the day turned to night. You had been crying alone in your tent, your hands pressed over your ears until the horrid sounds were replaced by the Dothraki feasting and celebrating outside.

You heard shuffling by the door of your tent before a soft voice called to you.

“(Y/n)?” Jorah says softly.

“Come in.” You say as you get up from your bed and attempt to make yourself look presentable.

When he entered the tent he could see the few lit candles illuminating the despair in your red puffy eyes as you looked at him.

“Ser Jorah.” You greet him politely.

“Are you alright, my lady?” He asks.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You try to fake a smile.

He looks at you with concern, clearly unconvinced you were fine. He had seen you run away earlier and came to check on you as soon as he was able. You let out a heavy sigh in defeat.

“This is just… much harder than I imagined it would be.” You admit quietly, your voice shaking as you hold back tears. “I’m grateful for the way they have treated me and also Daenerys but… the Dothraki are…” You trailed off.

“Savages.” He states and you nod sadly. “I understand how difficult it must be for you, my lady. Don’t take this the wrong way but… why do you stay? I could safely see you home to return to your father in Pentos.”

“I stayed for Daenerys because I did not want to send her away alone with that horrid brother of hers. But even after the death of Viserys I…” You stop yourself.

Jorah gives you a questioning look as he slowly steps closer to you.

“I have found other reasons to stay…” You say in a whisper as you look up at him with glossy eyes.

The small distance between you and the way he looked deeply into your eyes made your heart race. Without thinking, your hand comes up to brush his cheek and his breathing nearly stops as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You lean in slowly, pushing yourself up on your toes slightly to reach his height. You press your lips to his so gently they barely touch, nervous to how he will react. When you pull back there is shock on his face but a firey look in his eyes. To your surprise he leans down and captures your lips again, his hands coming to cup your cheeks as his lips press to yours, firm yet gentle, claiming yet caring.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you slip your tongue into his mouth as he gladly allows you, a low grumble of a moan escaping him that sends shivers down your spine. The kiss is slow, passionate, there was no need for words when so many feelings are spoken through the soft dance of your tongues. Your hands grasp his loose shirt and tug lightly in a silent command, he breaks the kiss for a quick second to pull his shirt over his head. When he looks back to you you’re pulling your own shirt off and he gulps as his eyes greedily take in the sight of your bare breasts.

“You are… so beautiful.” He says lowly in that deep raspy voice of his.

“So are you…” You whisper shyly, running your hands along his tone chest and arms, his breath catching at your touch.

A small smile crosses his features before he turns serious again, your mouths reconnecting. You walk backwards with your lips still connected, leading him to the small bed that was set up in your tent. Your fingers lightly run down his chest and torso, making him shiver under your touch, until they reach the hem of his trousers. You break the kiss to look into his eyes as you pull the string of his pants loose. You watch as his jaw clenches and his breathing becomes heavier.

“Is this ok?” You ask in a whisper.

He quickly nods and captures your lips once again but this time in an all consuming hungry kiss. A near growl rumbles in his throat as your tongues dance passionately together. You part to pull off your own skirts before helping him tug off his pants. Your breath catches at the sight of his hard length standing proud before you. You wrap your fingers around him and he throws his head back with a moan as you stroke him.

“(Y/n)…” He moans your name in a low grumble, the sound shooting straight to your core.

You pull him onto the bed as you lay on your back. He fits perfectly on top of you as you wrap your legs around him. You whimper when you feel his hardness pressing against your core and Jorah swears he has never heard a sweeter sound. He kisses you again then slowly moves his lips along your jaw and neck as you grind against him.

“Are you certain?” He mumbles against your skin, causing goosebumps.

“Yes.” You breathe.

He groans and presses a firm kiss to your lips as he slowly enters you. Both of your mouths drop open at the feeling and you let out a needy drawn out moan as you take him in inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside you. He stills for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck. It had been years now since he had been with a woman and the way your warmth gripped him so tightly made his head spin. It was an effort not to embarrass himself and come inside of you right then and there.

There had been a couple late nights where he shamefully gave into his desires when he could not stop thinking about you, about this. But the pleasure his hand and imagination brought him was nothing compared to the real thing. The real feeling of being inside you, the sight of your bare body underneath him, the sweet sweet sounds you made, even your scent, it was all so intoxicating.

Finally, he pulls most of the way out of you before slowly sliding back in. A moan escapes his lips and the sound sets your whole body aflame. He sets a slow pace, basking in the feeling of you. You rhythmically rock your hips together as you both let out low moans and heavy breaths at the feeling.

“I love you…” You whisper, the words escaping you beyond your control.

He freezes, and for a moment you regret the words until a hand brushes your cheek and he places a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love you, (y/n).” He says as he looks deeply into your eyes.

Hearing the words come from him made your heart melt and you grab his face before capturing him in another passionate kiss. You move to change your position so you are straddling him. You sink back down onto his length with a moan and his head shoots back with his eyes scrunched closed at the feeling. He quickly opens his eyes again to look at you like he does not want to miss a single second of this.

Your hands rest on his torso as you begin slowly rocking your hips, a loud moan escaping you as pleasure shoots through you at the new position. The beautiful sound of it nearly makes him lose the last of his restraint but he was determined for you to reach your peak first. You had been with a man only once and it was painful and quick, nothing at all like the pleasure Jorah was bringing you.

He stares up at you like you are a goddess as you continue to ride him slowly, taking in the heavenly sight of you in all your glory. He couldn’t believe this was happening as he watched you grind against him, it all felt too good to be true. It truly felt like he was living in a dream and he would kill the man who would dare to wake him.

His hands roam from your hips up your body until he reaches your breasts, squeezing them gently. Your own hands come to rest on top of his, the extra support allowing you to move faster. You quickly barrel towards the edge as you move faster against him, your moans steadily growing louder. Jorah was muttering something too quiet to catch, you could not hear the desperate prayers he whispered to the gods begging to help him last just a little longer while you reach your pleasure.

Lucky for him your orgasm quickly crashes into you like a tidal wave as you cry out above him, not caring if the whole khalasar could hear you. Not even a split second later his hands shoot back to your hips to pull you hard against him as he comes deep inside you with a low guttural groan. You ride out your high with the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

You fall down onto the beside him on the bed as you both pant, catching your breaths. You look to him and he looks back at you with a smile, a beautiful genuine smile you did not see often. His head was still reeling, hardly believing what just happened. You giggle shyly and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“I meant it, by the way.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Meant what?” He asks, still panting.

“That I love you…” You say quietly.

His smile returns and he brings your lips to his in a chaste but romantic kiss.

“You have no how precious you are to me (y/n).” He says before placing another kiss to your lips. “I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

You cuddle up to his chest and let out a content and satisfied sigh. You begin to fall asleep listening to his heartbeat as he gently strokes your messy hair.

“I want many more nights like this…” You mumble sleepily.

“Me too.” He says in a sleepy grumble and places a kiss to the top of your head.

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[queendaeron1]

The Dragonmother and her forebear the Dragonbane

“I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father.” ACOK, Daenerys III

"I mean to give the smallfolk peace and food and justice. If that will not suffice to win their love, let Mushroom make a progress. Or perhaps we might send a dancing bear. Someone once told me that the commons love nothing half so much as dancing bears. You may call a halt to this feast tonight as well. Send the lords home to their own keeps and give the food to the hungry. Full bellies and dancing bears shall be my policy." Fire and Blood, The Lysene Spring and the End of Regency

“Justice... that's what kings are for." ASOS, Daenerys III

"Go if you wish, ser. I will not detain you. I will not detain any of you." Dany vaulted down from the horse. "I cannot heal them, but I can show them that their Mother cares."

Jhogo sucked in his breath. "Khaleesi, no." The bell in his braid rang softly as he dismounted. "You must not get any closer. Do not let them touch you! Do not!"

Dany walked right past him. There was an old man on the ground a few feet away, moaning and staring up at the grey belly of the clouds. She knelt beside him, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and pushed back his dirty grey hair to feel his brow. "His flesh is on fire. I need water to bathe him. Seawater will serve. Marselen, will you fetch some for me? I need oil as well, for the pyre. Who will help me burn the dead?" ADWD, Daenerys VI

“To the horror of his Kingsguard, Aegon spent his days visiting the sick, and often sat with them for hours, sometimes holding their hands in his own, or soothing their fevered brows with cool, damp cloths. Though His Grace seldom spoke, he shared his silences with them, and listened as they told him stories of their lives, begged him for forgiveness, or boasted of conquests, kindnesses, and children. Most of those he visited died, but those who lived would afterward attribute their survival to the touch of the king's "healing hands." Fire and Blood, Under the Regents, the Hooded Hand

“Children ran behind their horses, skipping and laughing. Instead of salutes, voices called to her on every side in a babble of tongues. Some of the freedmen greeted her as "Mother," while others begged for boons or favors. Some prayed for strange gods to bless her, and some asked her to bless them instead. She smiled at them, turning right and left, touching their hands when they raised them, letting those who knelt reach up to touch her stirrup or her leg. Many of the freedmen believed there was good fortune in her touch. If it helps give them courage, let them touch me, she thought.” ASOS, Daenerys V

“He's gone, then. My father and my mother, my brothers, Ser Willem Darry, Drogo who was my sun-and-stars, his son who died inside me, and now Ser Jorah…” ASOS, Daenerys VI

“The king had lost all four of his own brothers, then watched his uncle feed his mother to a dragon. "These are not normal children," Munkun wrote.” Fire and Blood, Under the Regents, the Hooded Hand

“She knew about the Field of Fire and the Dance of the Dragons. One of her forebears, the third Aegon, had seen his own mother devoured by his uncle's dragon.” ADWD, Daenerys II

“Even as a lad, Aegon smiled seldom and laughed less, says Mushroom, and though he could be graceful and courtly at need, there was a darkness within him that never went away.” Fire and Blood, Aftermath, the Hour of the Wolf

"There are ghosts everywhere," Ser Jorah said softly. "We carry them with us wherever we go." Yes, she thought. Viserys, Khal Drogo, my son Rhaego, they are with me always.” ACOK, Daenerys I

“They had been Drogo's people, but they were hers now. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons.” ACOK, Daenerys I

“The smallfolk of the Seven Kingdoms speak of King Aegon III Targaryen as Aegon the Unlucky, Aegon the Unhappy, and (most often) the Dragonbane, when they remember him at all. All these names are apt.” Fire and Blood, Aftermath, the Hour of the Wolf

“Viserys had told her that the last Targaryen dragons had died no more than a century and a half ago, during the reign of Aegon III, who was called the Dragonbane. That did not seem so long ago to Dany.” AGOT, Daenerys III

"Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar[…] All those years of running from city to city one step ahead of the Usurper's knives, pleading for help from archons and princes and magisters, buying our food with flattery.” ACOK, Daenerys III

“Rhaenyras flight from King's Landing had been beset with difficulty. At Rosby, she found the castle gates barred at her approach[…]Young Lord Stokeworth's castellan granted her hospitality, but only for a night. "They will come for you," he warned the queen, "and I do not have the power to resist them." Half of her gold cloaks deserted on the road, and one night her camp was attacked by broken men.

When Lady Meredyth made it plain that the queen had overstayed her welcome, Rhaenyra was forced to sell her crown to raise the coin to buy passage on a Braavosi merchantman, the Violande.” Fire and Blood, The Dying of the Dragons, Rhaenyra Overthrown

“After Ser Willem had died, the servants had stolen what little money they had left, and soon after they had been put out of the big house. Dany had cried when the red door closed behind them forever.” AGOT, Daenerys I

“I could become fond of Hizdahr zo Loraq, in time. Perhaps.” ADWD, Daenerys IV

“Her lady mother had been fertile, so there was no reason to think that Myrielle would not give His Grace strong sons. "What if I do not like her?" King Aegon said.” Fire and Blood, War and Peace and Cattle Shows

“Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?" ASOS, Daenerys III

“Down deep, the Broken King felt himself unworthy to sit the Iron Throne. He had not been able to save his brother, his mother, or his little queen from grisly deaths. How could he presume to save a kingdom?” Fire and Blood, the Lysene Spring and the End of Regency

[justadram]

what’s it like being the first person to post a jonsa fic on ff.net

all my love to one of the jonsa warriors who paved the way 🫡💗💗💗

Old would probably be the right answer 😆

I can tell you how I felt when I posted that fic! I told my fandom bestie who I wrote fic with and who was a Dany/Jorah shipper, I want to write this fic with this pairing you’re going to find odd and if I do everyone is going to think I’m gross. (I’d been dancing around them being in love in the background of other fics for maybe a month.) And bless her, she basically was like, it’s asoiaf, go for it.

And here we are all these long years later and I’m still writing whatever weird fic I want thanks to that encouragement.

[agentrouka-blog]

Asoiaf is so great with parallels and I am always thinking about the parallels between Sansa and Dany. Dany getting married off at 13 but the marriage being consummated and "happy" (in her mind) vs Sansa getting married off at 12 and the marriage not being consummated but still miserable and tense. Drogo being a rapist who "reforms" (lol) vs Tyrion's descent into becoming the sort of person who would do that to the sunset girl. Both girls thinking they're the last of their house (with Dany using it as motivation and justification for conquering/claiming her "birthright" vs others using it/using Sansa to scheme their way to her "birthright"). Embracing the (blood) magic of her family by "birthing" dragons (symbol of her house) vs being cut off from the (blood) magic of her house and having her wolf (symbol of her house) be murdered. Having a disgusting old man creep on her, with the kiss scenes being described similarly - trying to fight them off but initially being pulled in deeper (Jorah and LF). Really sad to think about. I really do believe that Dany is a very tragic figure, I wish her stans hadn't made it so impossible for me to like her

It really is horrible to see just what kind of objectification or sense of loss runs through their parallels, and at the same time what it highlights about them. These are young girls. And the are under constant assault.

The parallels to Sansa highlight the true vulnerability and hidden misery in the story, which Dany tries to pave over with her identity as blood of the dragon (and her literal dragons), and her denial about the repulsive nature of the men abusing her. It highlights the many ways this young girl was never ever spared, never loved or protected as she should have been. And like the male villains with whom she shares these traits, when she does gain power, she is not magically pure of heart and effective and wise and humane in her actions. She returns to the world what the world gave her, and it's harsh. Because while her aims may be good in her eyes, she never adjusted her understanding of justice or of acceptable tools. A very current phenomenon. A very universally human character, ultimately.

The parallels to Dany highlight the potential for power and agency that Sansa has been prevented from gaining so far, but also the ways in which the things she was shown compassion and safety. The ways she was loved or had the luxury to be innocent have made her resiliant and emotionally grounded enough to give that back to others without sliding into extremes.

They are both similar and very different, and in the ways GRRM spares Sansa while not sparing Dany, which can seem deeply unfair, GRRM is trying to illustrate something about the destructive power of unprocessed trauma.

Like, granted, he does with 75% of his entire cast of characters.

[rainhadaenerys]

The fake and the real Lightbringer

“You want to see Lightbringer? A blind man?” [...] “Tell me, Samwell.” Maester Aemon touched his arm. “It glows,” said Sam, in a hushed voice. “As if it were on fire. There are no flames, but the steel is yellow and red and orange, all flashing and glimmering, like sunshine on water, but prettier. I wish you could see it, Maester.” “I see it now, Sam. A sword full of sunlight. So lovely to behold.” The old man bowed stiffly. “Your Grace. My lady. This was most kind of you.” When King Stannis sheathed the shining sword, the room seemed to grow very dark, despite the sunlight streaming through the window. [...] Maester Aemon was lost in thought as Sam helped him down the narrow turnpike stair. But as they were crossing the yard, he said, “I felt no heat. Did you, Sam?” “Heat? From the sword?” He thought back. “The air around it was shimmering, the way it does above a hot brazier.” “Yet you felt no heat, did you? And the scabbard that held this sword, it is wood and leather, yes? I heard the sound when His Grace drew out the blade. Was the leather scorched, Sam? Did the wood seem burnt or blackened?” “No,” Sam admitted. “Not that I could see.” Maester Aemon nodded. - Samwell V ASOS

~

“No,” the old man said. “It must be you. Tell them. The prophecy . . . my brother’s dream . . . Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis . . . Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it . . . their father’s mother . . . she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope . . . perhaps I wanted to . . . we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that . . . light without heat . . . an empty glamor . . . the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. [...]” - Samwell IV AFFC

~

“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. [...]” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.” Jon put aside his wine cup and drew on his black moleskin gloves. “A pity that the sword that Stannis wields is cold. I’ll be curious to see how his Lightbringer behaves in battle. [...]” - Jon III ADWD

~

Viserion sensed her disquiet. The white dragon lay coiled around a pear tree, his head resting on his tail. When Dany passed his eyes came open, two pools of molten gold. His horns were gold as well, and the scales that ran down his back from head to tail. “You’re lazy,” she told him, scratching under his jaw. His scales were hot to the touch, like armor left too long in the sun. Dragons are fire made flesh. She had read that in one of the books Ser Jorah had given her as a wedding gift. - Daenerys I ADWD

~

“Drogon,” she screamed. “Drogon.” His head turned. Smoke rose between his teeth. His blood was smoking too, where it dripped upon the ground. - Daenerys IX ADWD

~

Black blood was flowing from the wound where the spear had pierced him, smoking where it dripped onto the scorched sands. He is fire made flesh, she thought, and so am I. - Daenerys IX ADWD

~

She remembered the dragon twisting beneath her, shuddering at the impacts, as she tried desperately to cling to his scaled back. The wounds were smoking. Dany saw one of the bolts burst into sudden flame. - Daenerys X ADWD

[kingnlionhearts]

do you have any other asoiaf oc's that appear in lionheart? and would you like to tell me about them pwetty plz

I'M SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SOOOOOO LONG im finally in a yappy mood, my spark is coming back 🫶

my main asoiaf ocs are taryn baratheon, alys stark & elia dayne!! funnily elia began as my main oc, but her plot was causing too many issues so LMFAO

taryn is robert & cersei's daughter (making her the rightful heir...). she's betrothed to robb when she's 10 years old. my absolute angel, she's such a sweetheart and becomes more introverted everyday lmao. i think everyone knows all about taryn already.

alys is robb's twin sister! she's super protective of her family and adores her siblings so much. she has a secret history connected to my original house, the ainars (they're around during hotd but married into the starks and the house is basically extinct as of lionheart). as a hint, her direwolf is called rhae! alys & rhae have a disconnected relationship, which makes them both very sad. while alys's siblings are all very in tune with their wolves, but alys is never able to warg. rhae is the real runt of the litter lmao, she's light grey and never grows as big as her siblings — she's just like a big dog, which allows alys to (secretly) keep her in king's landing. at the start, alys was betrothed to athen dayne (the older brother of elia dayne), but he's accused of kinslaying and is sent to the wall so alys is freed from her betrothal. in season one, my plan is for her to be engaged to a youngest baratheon brother oc that i'll make up (a few years younger than renly). robb doesn't know this and agrees to betrothe alys to one of walder frey's sons to guarantee his crossing at the twins. idk if alys and her baratheon will get married since umm he dies breaking her out of king's landing. i'll keep the season two and three shenanigans quiet for now, but in season four, taryn sends alys to essos to find daenerys and negotiate her invasion of westeros. i don't really have anything planned for after alys gets to mereen since i haven't read adwd, but alys will be dany's queen consort when she becomes queen!! they're such sweet girlfriends, i love them so. dany deserves someone who will treat her right. i know alys will have epic beef with jorah.

elia is my jon oc. she's arthur dayne's daughter and grows up in the north with her mother, brother (and eventual step dad and half siblings). elia is betrothed to jon quite young, and she hatesssssss it. elia's mum, nyra martell (doran, oberyn & elia's sister), was at the tower of dawn when lyanna died so she knows jon is a targaryen and planned to put him on the throne with elia at his side. but elia only knows that she is supposed to marry a bastard. elia spends a lot of time at winterfell, since her brother athen is a ward of the starks. athen & jon have beef too but idk exactly why. but basically, elia's mum dies giving birth to her fourth child/second daughter (and second child to her second husband) and her step dad (who is a northern lord or an original house i haven't made up yet) (can you see why i abandoned elia's fic yet lmfao?) dies in the greyjoy rebellion. so his brother becomes castellan until elia's half brother comes of age. but this guy, elia's uncle, isn't happy about basically inheriting four kids. by now athen & alys are betrothed, so he works on finding an engagement for elia. but he decides to marry elia himself instead. so athen helps elia fake her death! he pretends to have killed her so elia runs away to the night's watch pretending to he her brother, while athen takes their siblings to hide away. at the wall, elia is the only one who bests jon in training and he is soooooo pissed off about it. and he's even more pissed when elia becomes a ranger instead of him 😭 they're very much enemies/rivals to lovers of you couldn't tell. i really don't have much worked out for season one and everything before, but in season two elia goes with jon and the halfhand and she's killed by the wildlings BUT she's revived by the children of the forest, and she meets bloodraven!! so while alys has a connection to the fire, elia is connected to the ice. they're the real azor ahai & nissa nissa lmfao. jk jk, we know it's dany. originally watching the show i planned elia all the way up to season 8, but now i ignore all that rubbish so her plot goes up to hardhome so far!! which leads to the most fun part — elia acquires dawn 👀 idk how, but she gets it. her fic is still a trainwreck of a mess, which makes me sad honestly, so if i ever write it i honestly might start it in season two 😭

onto my side ocs!! most of them don't have face claims lol.

first is rhys pryor!! (apparently there is a canon house pryor? i found the name one fantasynamegenerators.com and just stole it) (but in my lionheart rewrite, he's going to be a snow and help taryn overcome the bastardphobia that her septa & cersei drilled into her. rhys is played by hayden christensen!! specifically in virgin territory 🤌 but he has the anakin skywalker scar. he's besties with robb and becomes taryn's personal guard!! rhys is also paired with jeyne westerling (who is one of taryn's ladies in waiting!), and they're super sweet.

then there's lana tyrell. she is margaery's cousin. she and theon also have a thing 👀 she's a little older than taryn and was the last to become taryn'a lady in waiting. taryn thinks they're really close and admires lana a lot, but lana quietly carries some resentment for taryn because taryn is everything lana can never be. lana is super important, especially in act two. she doesn't have a face claim and honestly idk who i imagine her as.

taryn's last two ladies in waiting are erielle lannister and alyssa baratheon — both vaguely second cousins or something to taryn. erielle is played by celina sinden and alyssa is played by anna popplewell. they both return to king's landing with everyone else in season one and i sorta forget about them all the time so they might reappear in season four, idk 😭 but erielle & taryn are sabé & padmé coded so they would switch places as kids and confuse everyone — which becomes very helpful when taryn is 14.

next is taryn's septa..... she doesn't have a name. she is just the septa. oof where to start. basically she's a little emotionally abusive to taryn and gives her religious trauma and forces her to be ultra perfect which leads to her cutting off her friendship with jon (they were really close when taryn visited winterfell as a kid), and gives taryn a lot of insecurity about marriage by making her think that it's inevitable that robb will be unfaithful to taryn in the future because that's what men do (we can also blame robert for that). she isn't physical against taryn, except on a couple of occasions (mainly when she catches taryn kissing a boy, and tells her robb won't marry her if she acts like a whore). i only really developed her after chapter thirteen or something, so there will be flashbacks in the lionheart rewrite.

and taryn's knight 🥺 he also has no name or face claim. but he and taryn have a brief relationship as kids. (taryn is 14 and he's 16? or 17?) he crowns her queen of love and beauty at tommen's name day tourney, and they kiss afterwards in his tent when taryn goes to thank him. and she feels elated but knows it can never happen again, and they don't see each other again for a week or so — and then they end up bumping into each other (literally) all the time until they end up spending time together. taryn asks him to walk around the gardens with her and taryn's ladies follow them, instead of her septa as an escort. taryn kisses his cheek after that day. and they start writing notes to each other and slip them under each other's doors. and taryn uses the secret passages to go see him. they spent time hiding in the kitchens and whispering and sneaking treats in the middle of the night. taryn even dresses as a maid (which is where the taryn/erielle switch comes in) so they can sneak into the city, and that's how taryn connects to the people and starts visiting the orphanages. i think taryn is probably in love with him, but she doesn't realise until it gets out of control. and then taryn's septa finds them!! and she tells cersei and the knight is sent away. taryn finds him the day he leaves to say goodbye, and she overhears him making jokes with his friends. he makes up some lies to boast to his friends that his relationship with taryn was all a bet or something so taryn will hate him so she can move on. but it just makes her sad. and his friends laugh about how close he came to bedding a princess, and taryn is so ashamed, especially because he doesn't try and deflect the jokes and she thinks he never liked her at all. and she never sees him again after that day. (until they reunite in season four and he's married, taryn is grieving, but they're able to become almost friends).

this is soooooo long, but the last ocs are the dead twins.

jacen baratheon is taryn's twin brother. he dies just before joffrey is born. taryn and jacen were very very close. he dies basically of a plague and taryn never gets to go to his funeral! and lyanna snow is jon's twin sister. she was very sick as a baby and she and alys came down with something when they were little, and only alys survived.

this is much longer than i thought it would be oops. but i think that is everyone!! thank you very much for letting me yap 🫶

[goodqueenaly]

If an unmarried knight wins a tourney, or if he is married but his wife isn't in attendance, who would be acceptable choices for him to crown "Queen of Love and Beauty"?

I don’t think this is a question with a simple blanket answer, because the choice would always be dependent on both the socio-politico-dynastic circumstances of each given tourney as well as the respective motivations and ambitions of each such champion. (And indeed, apart from Rhaegar every example we have of a knight choosing a woman or girl to honor has featured an unmarried man making the choice.) Take, for instance, instances of knights crowning queens of love and beauty to curry favor with the ruling royal families of their respective times. No one would have thought that Simon Dondarrion, winning the Dragonpit tourney in 55 AC, was making a romantic gesture toward Princess Daenerys, all of two years old, when he named her queen of love and beauty; Simon had clearly recognized how much the royal couple doted on their (then) only surviving child (an impression perhaps gleaned from their visit to him at Blackhaven the year prior) and saw giving such a public chivalric honor to the princess as a way to make a lasting good impression on the king and queen. Similarly, Ryam Redwyne - who, very much like his indirect descendant Loras Tyrell, probably accurately judged the Kingsguard as the best possible career option for a hugely talented but dynastically extraneous third son - made sure to make a good impression on the king and queen by choosing Alysanne as the queen of love and beauty in the king’s tenth anniversary tourney - though Ryam perhaps decided that Queen Alysanne was a safer choice than Princess Daenerys, who now had two younger brothers and, by consequence, may have appeared somewhat less important by comparison in patriarchal, aristocratic Westerosi society. Likewise, whatever romantic feelings would develop or be rumored to have developed later between Criston Cole and Rhaenyra, as an up and coming young knight (and, crucially, one with clear talent but a lack of elite aristocratic credentials) at the Maidenpool tourney in honor of the new King Viserys Ser Criston correctly recognized the offer of the victor’s laurel to the king’s much loved daughter as a perhaps more direct route to royal favor.  

It’s also possible for a knight to use the crown of the queen of love and beauty as an opportunity for a declaration, not so much to impress the royals (or respective hosts) or a particular lady as to impress a message upon the onlookers. The example we have of this is Prince Aemon, disguising himself as the “Knight of Tears” to crown Queen Naerys the queen of love and beauty. Facing the prospect of his brother’s mistress sitting as the tourney queen, Aemon decided that only his chivalric intervention could save his beloved sister-queen from a further public humiliation courtesy of their mutually loathed brother. The message was clear: the personification of chivalry mourned to see a queen so badly treated, and would himself compete to make sure that she, and not the woman the king was betraying his marital vows for, would receive her due honors. 

Too, it is entirely possible for unmarried knights to use the opportunity of a tourney victory, and the choice of a queen of love and beauty, to make a public statement of their romantic sentiment. Barristan Selmy expected to do as much had he won at Harrenhal, bypassing the absent queen and the present crown princess to honor Ashara Dayne (though I doubt too many would have looked askance at Barristan doing so, given his longstanding public fidelity to the ideals of the Kingsguard). Ser Bonifer Hasty did do so for the young Rhaella, though whether Bonifer actually believed that such a grand gesture would be enough for a mere landed knight to win the hand of a royal princess is far from clear. Jorah Mormont, though, for his part certainly saw the crown of the queen of love and beauty as the fulfillment of his desire for Lynesse Hightower - and again, while this statement alone may not have been enough to win her hand, other factors I think helped Jorah’s bid to marry Lynesse. Too, while we don’t know that a queen of love and beauty would be named at the upcoming tourney at the Gates of the Moon (and I doubt that tourney will end as expected anyway), I think Sansa at the very least plans to give her favor to the participant who would most annoy her would-be fiancé, Harry Hardyng - the more, perhaps, to ensure that Harry would look to give her the queen of love and beauty’s crown. 

[daenerysstormreborn]

Dany they could never make me hate you I love her complexity and denial and cognitive dissonance. She hates the slavers but can’t bring herself to kill Jorah, the former slaver. She executes Mirri and blames her for the death of her child even though on some level she’s aware it’s Jorah’s fault. Jorah, the slaver, the traitor. She holds both disgust and love for him, being repulsed by his advances but thinking of him as her old bear, a protector, probably the closest thing to a father she’s ever had before Barristan showed up. She can never fully acknowledge the truth of him because doing so would condemn her own actions and she can’t stand the thought of violating her own morals so she just sits with the dissonance, just as she acknowledges that perhaps he sees her as both a surrogate daughter and object of desire. The humanity of it, the complexity, it’s so *chef’s kiss*

[kingsmoot]

i've always found westerosi dragons very dull but i love how jorah talks about them to dany, here. it has a very classic storybook feel to it. an exiled knight talking to his young princess about the dragons of old. as magic continues to awaken across the world, people are experiencing their own fairytales coming to life. it's very sweet and charming!

[kingcunny]

thank you sm!! <3

ive made a couple posts about balerion and viserys before, and i got another one in the works in my drafts. like im obviously biased but theyre one of my favorite dragon-rider bonds, even though they were only together for a year.

jorah in the main series says at one point that targaryen dragons were bred for war, and in war they died. balerion being the last of the valyria-born dragons probably has this instinct better than most. he takes aegon i as his rider because aegon is a conqueror, and is going to use him for the purpose he was born for.

the aegon i -> maegor line i think is pretty easy to understand. just like aegon i, maegor is also a conqueror. balerion sees in him that same war-instinct that he saw in aegon i, that he himself has.

maegor -> aerea is where things start to shift. balerion is an old war machine, but his last two riders died outside of war and away from him. aegon i from a stroke, maegor was eaten by the iron throne. hes made his lair on his not-quite-home dragonstone, when this upset little girl who misses the excitement of her life at court climbs on his back and tells him to take her home. i think balerion was fairly homesick at this point and thought “*i* want to go home too.” so he takes them home. back to his home. except balerion doesnt know that his home as been destroyed while he was gone. he spends those years with aerea *searching* for anything, any sign that the valyria that he remembers is still there. but theres nothing. its doomed and filled with monsters now. aerea spends the whole time begging him to take her back home, back to her mother. its only after hes injured and aerea is deathly ill that hes forced to accept that this is no longer their home. theres nothing here for them anymore, they dont belong here anymore than he belongs in westeros. so balerion reluctantly takes aerea back. maybe theres something they can do to save her, or failing that, at least shell be able to die in her home even if he cant die in his. after this balerion becomes the first dragon chained in the dragonpit.

finally, aerea -> viserys. i think viserys felt fairly alienated from the rest of his family, as he was so different from any of the other men he was related to. but he was raised to idolize old valyria (or at least the targaryens version of it) and feels that if he can claim balerion, if the last living aspect of valyria accepted him, well that means theres *something* targaryen in him. balerion was the living god of the thing he was raised to worship. when alyssa wanted to claim balerion, the dragonkeepers dissuaded her by telling her hes old and slow now, and wouldnt she rather a younger more energetic mount? i wonder if they tried the same thing with viserys, but viserys wouldnt care about that. thats not why viserys wanted balerion. all viserys wanted was balerions acceptance. balerion is very old now, old and tired and in pain. hes a war machine that can no longer fight, a dragon that can barely fly. but hes still holding on. he cant die yet. viserys is very different from balerions other riders, and i think that was the point. balerion could tell viserys didnt want anything from him, other than *him*. so balerion accepted viserys as he was, and viserys accepts balerion as he is. balerion gives viserys his final flight and thats enough for him. more than that even, after their first and last flight viserys tells baelon he wanted to fly to dragonstone but was worried that balerion wouldnt survive the flight. he was *worried for balerion*, worried about *his* health and safety and comfort. when has he had another rider care about him like that? (when has any dragon tbh...) viserys doesnt want to put more on balerion than he can handle. whatever balerion can offer him is enough. all viserys wanted was his love, and he got that. so he loves and comforts balerion in his final days. balerion doesnt have a home anymore, but viserys gives him one inside himself. he loves balerion enough to let him go. to let balerion finally lay down and rest.

(sorry for the screenshot answer i accidentally posted it before i was done <3)

[melrosing]

Did you like tyrions adwd arc?

I think it’s mostly good writing and makes a lot of sense as the kind of middle act for his arc but did I enjoy it…… not much tbh…. some ppl love it and I’m thrilled for them but for me it just doesn’t really compare to his KL storyline. I think Tyrion’s at his very best w a strong scene partner and he mostly lacks those in ADWD like. Jorah Mormont is not fuckin cutting it lol, where compared to Cersei/Tywin/Varys/even Bronn.

there’s also a LOT of exposition going on, so sometimes the Tyrion character study suffers for the fact that he’s being dragged from A to B to C to D so that we can gage the various shifts taking place in Essos, and those parts feel a bit ‘Tyrion Reacts’ to me. and the chapters are all just so LONG lmao. there are a few POVs I struggle with in ADWD and Tyrion isn’t the worst of them bc even though I don’t enjoy this arc I do generally really like Tyrion, so that makes it easier going then certain other POVs, but it does really reduce the momentum of the book for me. some ppl feel this way about AFFC and fair enough ig, but that’s how I feel about ADWD.

I guess it’s worth comparing to Brienne who similarly has a drawn out arc of wandering place to place with few strong scene partners, and why do I like those chapters so much yet not Tyrion’s in ADWD…. and I think the reason being that Brienne’s are so tight thematically, and so centred on her. there’s exposition as to the state of the Riverlands but this is all twined so tightly about her arc re. knighthood, honour, songs v reality etc that it’s just beautiful character work imo. and the way it exists in conversation w other stories old and new about knights on quests etc and what a quest ought to mean, idk, I love these chapters so much. and yeah I’m just comparing bc I think the reasons I like one kind of inform what I’m not so fussed on re. the other.

but w/e i don’t hate them - there’s lots I like about Tyrion’s ADWD chapters like the Joncon & Aegon reveal, Penny, and just the internal work we do get, and I am still v much looking forward to the rest of Tyrion’s story, where he’ll have more scene partners and can start driving the plot again rather than being dragged about by it, as I think that’s where he works best.

[atopvisenyashill]

@muchandmore correct! here’s the lines-

No, she shouted, or perhaps she only thought it, for no whisper of sound escaped her lips. She was being carried. Her eyes opened to gaze up at a flat dead sky, black and bleak and starless. Please, no. The sound of Mirri Maz Duur's voice grew louder, until it filled the world. The shapes! she screamed. The dancers! Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent.

Darkness, Dany thought. The terrible darkness sweeping up behind to devour her. If she looked back she was lost. "My son was alive and strong when Ser Jorah carried me into this tent," she said. "I could feel him kicking, fighting to be born." "That may be as it may be," answered Mirri Maz Duur, "yet the creature that came forth from your womb was as I said. Death was in that tent, Khaleesi."

Ser Jorah had killed her son, Dany knew. He had done what he did for love and loyalty, yet he had carried her into a place no living man should go and fed her baby to the darkness. He knew it too; the grey face, the hollow eyes, the limp. "The shadows have touched you too, Ser Jorah," she told him. The knight made no reply. Dany turned to the godswife. "You warned me that only death could pay for life. I thought you meant the horse." "No," Mirri Maz Duur said. "That was a lie you told yourself. You knew the price."

it’s similar to sansa initially taking her anger about lady out on micah & arya, or catelyn taking her anger at ned out on jon. how can dany stay mad at jorah, at her protector, a fellow westerosi? who will protect her if not her old bear? who will love her if not her knight? but she’s upset, she’s physically drained, she’s emotionally traumatized, she’s lost everything, how can she blame herself or jorah for what happened? so she chooses mirri to bear the brunt of her anger because mirri is a slave, because mirri is a lamb woman, because mirri is an acceptable target.

and then she never re-evaluates what she does to mirri, even after she sends jorah away. not when the noble ghiscari boy comes to her looking for justice. not when xaro points out that slavery still exists in all but name within the walls of meereen. if she looks back, she is lost. so she never looks back, never learns.