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Like as not, my sister is marching in your brother’s host, her and those daughters of hers, dressed in men’s mail.

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@salzrand - 🐻💖

[ladyofthebears]

Me currently rereading an arthur dayne x jaime lannister fanfic : oh yeah totally,,, i definitely dont know anything about the weird and unlikely ships pre asoif,, def not

(JON X JORELLE FIC GET BEHIND ME- THEY FOUND US 😭😭)

pre asoiaf ships are genuinely endless i just saw a fanfic of brandon stark and robert baratheon i didn’t even know that was an option

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OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

Tormund Giantsbane x Maege Mormont

TIER:

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Low Probability: While not impossible, these theories are unlikely based on the current evidence.

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EVIDENCE:

Gather 'round, children. This is a fun one.

The theory:

The Tormund Giantsbane x Maege Mormont theory suggests that they may have had one or several intimate encounters, and Tormund could potentially be the father of one or more of Maege Mormont's daughters.

The proof:

In A Storm of Swords, the character Tormund Giantsbane is introduced, and we learn his various titles, one of which is "Husband to Bears."

Mance Rayder laughed. "As you wish. Jon Snow, before you stands Tormund Giantsbane, Tall-talker, Horn-blower, and Breaker of Ice. And here also Tormund Thunderfist, Husband to Bears, the Mead-king of Ruddy Hall, Speaker to Gods and Father of Hosts." - Jon I, ASOS

The sigil of House Mormont is a black bear. Members of the Mormont family, who hail from Bear Island, are frequently referred to as bears within the story.

The Mormonts of Bear Island were an old house, proud and honorable, but their lands were cold and distant and poor. - Eddard II, AGOT

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The maester had taught him all the banners: the mailed fist of the Glovers, silver on scarlet; Lady Mormont's black bear; the hideous flayed man that went before Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort; a bull moose for the Hornwoods; a battle-axe for the Cerwyns; three sentinel trees for the Tallharts; and the fearsome sigil of House Umber, a roaring giant in shattered chains. - Bran VI, AGOT

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"I am touched by your concern, Lord Mormont." The strong drink was making Tyrion light-headed, but not so drunk that he did not realize that the Old Bear wanted something from him. - Tyrion III, AGOT

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Catelyn smiled despite herself. "You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?" "She-bears, aye," said Lady Maege. - Catelyn V, ASOS

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"He wants you," said the She-Bear, after his third visit. Her proper name was Alysane of House Mormont, but she wore the other name as easily as she wore her mail. - The King's Prize, ADWD

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Ser Jorah had been with her then, her gruff old bear. - Daenerys X, ADWD

Maege Mormont, the head of House Mormont, has five daughters: Dacey (now deceased), Alysane, Lyra, Jorelle, and Lyanna.

No one knows the father of Maege's children or if she married. Yet, all her daughters bear (ha!) the Mormont surname, and none appear to be considered bastards.

The tale that's commonly told is that Lady Maege took a bear as her lover, and this bear is the father of her children.

Maege Mormont is called Mormont because no one knows her husband's name, or even if she has one. - So Spake Martin

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"Aye, Dywen says. And the last time he went ranging, he says he saw a bear fifteen feet tall." Mormont snorted. "My sister is said to have taken a bear for her lover. I'd believe that before I'd believe one fifteen feet tall. Though in a world where dead come walking . . . ah, even so, a man must believe his eyes. I have seen the dead walk. I've not seen any giant bears." - Jon I, ACOK

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"Whoever the king names will not have an easy time stepping into your armor, I can tell. Lord Mormont faces the same problem." Lord Janos looked puzzled. "I thought she was a lady. Mormont. Beds down with bears, that's the one?" - Tyrion II, ACOK

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"No. My children were fathered by a bear." Alysane smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something ingratiating about that smile. "Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods. Everyone knows." - The King's Prize, ADWD

Tormund is no bear, but you might say he's built like one.

Beside the brazier, a short but immensely broad man sat on a stool, eating a hen off a skewer. Hot grease was running down his chin and into his snow-white beard, but he smiled happily all the same. Thick gold bands graven with runes bound his massive arms, and he wore a heavy shirt of black ringmail that could only have come from a dead ranger. - Jon I, ASOS

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But as the distance between them diminished Jon saw that the horseman was short and broad, with gold rings glinting on thick arms and a white beard spreading out across his massive chest. - Jon X, ASOS

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He was not a tall man, Tormund Giantsbane, but the gods had given him a broad chest and massive belly. - Jon XI, ADWD

In the culture of the free folk, men often "steal" women for marriage, demonstrating their strength.

We look up at the same stars, and see such different things. The King's Crown was the Cradle, to hear her tell it; the Stallion was the Horned Lord; the red wanderer that septons preached was sacred to their Smith up here was called the Thief. And when the Thief was in the Moonmaid, that was a propitious time for a man to steal a woman, Ygritte insisted. "Like the night you stole me. The Thief was bright that night." - Jon III, ASOS

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"He's of my village. You know nothing, Jon Snow. A true man steals a woman from afar, t' strengthen the clan. Women who bed brothers or fathers or clan kin offend the gods, and are cursed with weak and sickly children. Even monsters." - Jon III, ASOS

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"Harma and the Bag of Bones don't come raiding for fish and apples. They steal swords and axes. Spices, silks, and furs. They grab every coin and ring and jeweled cup they can find, casks of wine in summer and casks of beef in winter, and they take women in any season and carry them off beyond the Wall." - Jon V, ASOS

Bear Island is a secluded island in the north, situated in the Bay of Ice. Due to frequent raids by the free folk and the ironborn, Mormont women have become fierce warriors to prevent being carried off.

Catelyn smiled despite herself. "You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?" "She-bears, aye," said Lady Maege. "We have needed to be. In olden days the ironmen would come raiding in their longboats, or wildlings from the Frozen Shore. The men would be off fishing, like as not. The wives they left behind had to defend themselves and their children, or else be carried off." - Catelyn V, ASOS

(map!)

Now, for the crucial evidence.

In A Storm of Swords, Jon asks Tormund about his titles. Out of all Tormund's designations, the author chooses to delve into the backstory of "Husband of Bears."

We'll dissect this story step by step. However, please remember that Tormund is known for exaggerations and fabrications. Distinguishing fact from fiction and extracting the elements of truth can be tricky.

"Are all crows so curious?" asked Tormund. "Well, here's a tale for you. It were another winter, colder even than the one I spent inside that giant, and snowing day and night, snowflakes as big as your head, not these little things. It snowed so hard the whole village was half buried. I was in me Ruddy Hall, with only a cask o' mead to keep me company and nothing to do but drink it. The more I drank the more I got to thinking about this woman lived close by, a fine strong woman with the biggest pair of teats you ever saw. She had a temper on her, that one, but oh, she could be warm too, and in the deep of winter a man needs his warmth. "The more I drank the more I thought about her, and the more I thought the harder me member got, till I couldn't suffer it no more. Fool that I was, I bundled meself up in furs from head to heels, wrapped a winding wool around me face, and set off to find her. The snow was coming down so hard I got turned around once or twice, and the wind blew right through me and froze me bones, but finally I come on her, all bundled up like I was. "The woman had a terrible temper, and she put up quite the fight when I laid hands on her. It was all I could do to carry her home and get her out o' them furs, but when I did, oh, she was hotter even than I remembered, and we had a fine old time, and then I went to sleep. Next morning when I woke the snow had stopped and the sun was shining, but I was in no fit state to enjoy it. All ripped and torn I was, and half me member bit right off, and there on me floor was a she-bear's pelt. And soon enough the free folk were telling tales o' this bald bear seen in the woods, with the queerest pair o' cubs behind her. Har!" He slapped a meaty thigh. "Would that I could find her again. She was fine to lay with, that bear. Never was a woman gave me such a fight, nor such strong sons neither." - Jon II, ASOS

I was in me Ruddy Hall, with only a cask o' mead to keep me company and nothing to do but drink it.

Tormund is first introduced as Mead-king of Ruddy Hall. Ruddy Hall is beyond the Wall, but we don't know where.

The more I drank the more I got to thinking about this woman lived close by

Regardless of where Ruddy Hall is located beyond the Wall, it wouldn't be near Maege Mormont.

a fine strong woman with the biggest pair of teats you ever saw.

Maege Mormont is short and stout, and likely has large breasts like her daughter Alysane.

The daughter was tall and lean, the mother short and stout, but they dressed alike in mail and leather, with the black bear of House Mormont on shield and surcoat. - Catelyn V, ASOS

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Her proper name was Alysane of House Mormont, but she wore the other name as easily as she wore her mail. Short, chunky, muscular, the heir to Bear Island had big thighs, big breasts, and big hands ridged with callus. - The King's Prize, ADWD

She had a temper on her, that one, but oh, she could be warm too, and in the deep of winter a man needs his warmth.

Maege Mormont has a temper,

The Old Bear sighed. "You are not the only one touched by this war. Like as not, my sister is marching in your brother's host, her and those daughters of hers, dressed in men's mail. Maege is a hoary old snark, stubborn, short-tempered, and willful. Truth be told, I can hardly stand to be around the wretched woman, but that does not mean my love for her is any less than the love you bear your half sisters." - Jon IX, AGOT

but she can also be warm.

Lady Mormont took her hand and said, "My lady, if Cersei Lannister held two of my daughters, I would have done the same." - Catelyn II, ASOS

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Catelyn had grown fond of Lady Maege and her eldest daughter, Dacey; they were more understanding than most in the matter of Jaime Lannister, she had found. - Catelyn V, ASOS

Fool that I was, I bundled meself up in furs from head to heels, wrapped a winding wool around me face, and set off to find her. The snow was coming down so hard I got turned around once or twice, and the wind blew right through me and froze me bones, but finally I come on her, all bundled up like I was.

If he started at Ruddy Hall, Tormund would have needed a boat to reach Maege Mormont. He couldn't have walked.

Edit: D'oh. Thank you to @transdimensional-void and @grennseyelashes for pointing out the Bay of Ice could freeze over.

The woman had a terrible temper, and she put up quite the fight when I laid hands on her.

Maege Mormont is a fierce warrior.

Catelyn smiled despite herself. "You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?" "She-bears, aye," said Lady Maege. "We have needed to be. [...]" - Catelyn V, ASOS

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The daughter was tall and lean, the mother short and stout, but they dressed alike in mail and leather, with the black bear of House Mormont on shield and surcoat. By Catelyn's lights, that was queer garb for a lady, yet Dacey and Lady Maege seemed more comfortable, both as warriors and as women, than ever the girl from Tarth had been. - Catelyn V, ASOS

It was all I could do to carry her home and get her out o' them furs, but when I did, oh, she was hotter even than I remembered, and we had a fine old time, and then I went to sleep.

Again, he couldn't have taken her home without a boat.

Edit: D'oh. Thank you to @transdimensional-void and @grennseyelashes for pointing out the Bay of Ice could freeze over.

All ripped and torn I was, and half me member bit right off, and there on me floor was a she-bear's pelt.

She-bear has only ever been used to describe women associated with House Mormont.

Catelyn smiled despite herself. "You are braver than I am, I fear. Are all your Bear Island women such warriors?" "She-bears, aye," said Lady Maege. - Catelyn V, ASOS

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Ser Jorah sat up in his hammock. "Befriend her, then. Marry her, for all I care." That left a bad taste in his mouth as well. "Like with like, is that your notion? Do you mean to find a she-bear for yourself, ser?" - Tyrion VIII, ASOS

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Alysane Mormont, whose men name her the She-Bear, hid fighters inside a gaggle of fishing sloops and took the ironmen unawares where they lay off the strand. - Jon VII, ADWD

And soon enough the free folk were telling tales o' this bald bear seen in the woods

This is a bit goofy, but a She-Bear leaving behind her pelt and wandering around bald is somewhat reminiscent of Alysane Mormont's tale about Mormont women being skinchangers.

"Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods. Everyone knows." - The King's Prize, ADWD

with the queerest pair o' cubs behind her. Would that I could find her again. She was fine to lay with, that bear.

Tormund seems to be suggesting that this was a one-time affair, yet he also mentions that it resulted in a pair of children. Tricky.

Lady Mormont has five children with significant age gaps. If he's their father, it would require multiple visits over several decades. If 'cub' shouldn't be plural and he's only the father of one daughter, then which one might it be?

Probably not Dacey Mormont. She was six-foot-tall, pretty, lanky, willowy, and graceful — nothing like Tormund.

The most probable candidate is Alysane Mormont. She shares a build with Tormund (and Maege), is now the heir to Bear Island, and is the most prominently featured Mormont daughter in the story.

Short, chunky, muscular, the heir to Bear Island had big thighs, big breasts, and big hands ridged with callus. - The King's Prize, ADWD

Never was a woman gave me such a fight, nor such strong sons neither.

Sons, plural. After potentially just one encounter. That's a problem.

He might simply be referring to two of his four sons: Toregg, Torwynd, Dryn, and Dormund. Their mother's identity remains unknown.

However, while Maege Mormont has no sons, she does have five daughters with impressively strong characters who comfortably take on traditionally masculine roles.

Stout, grey-haired Maege Mormont, dressed in mail like a man, told Robb bluntly that he was young enough to be her grandson, and had no business giving her commands … but as it happened, she had a granddaughter she would be willing to have him marry. - Bran VI, AGOT

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Like as not, my sister is marching in your brother's host, her and those daughters of hers, dressed in men's mail. - Jon IX, AGOT

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One of his companions was even a woman: Dacey Mormont, Lady Maege's eldest daughter and heir to Bear Island, a lanky six-footer who had been given a morningstar at an age when most girls were given dolls. Some of the other lords muttered about that, but Catelyn would not listen to their complaints. - Catelyn X, AGOT

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"I have fought beside the Young Wolf in every battle," Dacey Mormont said cheerfully. "He has not lost one yet." - Catelyn V, ASOS

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Smalljon Umber and Robin Flint sat near Robb, to the other side of Fair Walda and Alyx, respectively. Neither of them was drinking; along with Patrek Mallister and Dacey Mormont, they were her son's guards this evening. - Catelyn VII, ASOS

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Her proper name was Alysane of House Mormont, but she wore the other name as easily as she wore her mail. Short, chunky, muscular, the heir to Bear Island had big thighs, big breasts, and big hands ridged with callus. Even in sleep she wore ringmail under her furs, boiled leather under that, and an old sheepskin under the leather, turned inside out for warmth. All those layers made her look almost as wide as she was tall. And ferocious. Sometimes it was hard for Asha Greyjoy to remember that she and the She-Bear were almost of an age. - The King's Prize, ADWD

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Stannis read from the letter. "Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK. A girl of ten, you say, and she presumes to scold her lawful king." - Jon I, ADWD

But again, there are age gaps between all of them, and this would necessitate multiple trips to Bear Island.

Other things to consider:

It's possible that Tormund's She-Bear is actually Alysane Mormont, who has a son and a daughter and also asserts that their father is a bear. However, considering Alysane's age (mid-twenties), it seems more plausible that the She-Bear is Maege.

Some people believe the title "Breaker of Ice" might allude to the Bay of Ice, but that's a stretch.

Tormund has five other children, and he seems to be actively involved in their lives.

Alysane Mormont is currently headed to Castle Black, so there might be more clues ahead.

STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:

Maege Mormont being carried off by Tormund, only to rise in the middle of the night and take herself back home, is one of the more amusing tales I can think of. I mean, if you ignore the rape part.

Truly, I don't even know what tier to put this in. There are so many issues with that story, but given Tormund's nature, it's hard to discern what's real from what's not.

VOTE:

I welcome discussions. Feel free to reblog, respond, or challenge my perspective—I won't be offended by any of it.

Please note, if "no" is the eventual winner, or if it's competitive, a second poll will be conducted to determine the proper location.

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Nectar of the Gods

Blue Banisters Track List

Pairing: Robb Stark x Fem! Mormont Reader

Warnings: Hurt, hurt no comfort, past relationships, family deaths, briefly mentioned violence, final goodbyes, pure angst, Robb being an idiot and putting the North in danger

Summary: After the death of your aunt and your father, you knew you had to return to Bear Island. You couldn’t take it anymore, watching Robb live a life you weren’t a part of any longer. When the King in the North himself finds you packing your bags, many things left unsaid finally come to light.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N:  This is the start of the Blue Banisters Track List!! (A new project which is likely going to be a bit inconsistent in terms of order and posting)

This fic is a mix of show and book canon if that makes sense? I was rewatching the show and every time we get to the whole Robb x Talisa plotline I lose my mind at how weird it is but I digress. 

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< What sweet world is this? Honey on the vine..

School kid dreams came true, then passed in the night

I used to dream about people like you, now I don’t know why… >

-Lana Del Rey, Nectar of the Gods

You hurried to pack your things from the tent you had once shared with your aunt, the one you still shared with two of her daughters, your cousins, Dacey and Lyra. Maege’s oldest and third oldest. The rest, Alysane, Jorelle, and Lyanna, remained at Bear Island. 

The she-bear is no more. When her daughters decided to remain by the King’s side, you knew you could not. Then, the message came from up North. From the Wall.

To your luck, the raven’s message landed in the hands of Catelyn Stark, not her son’s. It was Catelyn who came up to you, pulling you into her tent to talk alone. Her eyes alone saw the tears when she told you.

Your father was dead. Killed by his own men in a mutiny beyond the wall.

You were taught better than to react in the way you did, in disbelief and agony. In shock. You had stared at the older woman for a few moments before you could even process her words, yet your eyes seemed to beat your mind to it, tears streaming down your face as you stared past Catelyn, towards the opening of the tent and out into the beyond. 

When the sobs broke through, you felt her hands on your arms, holding you up so you wouldn’t fall over, bringing you close and providing you with the comfort only a mother could, even though you would never get to call her by that name.

Even though she herself had expected you to one day.

You were thankful that Catelyn atleast understood your pain. While you hailed from Bear Island, while you held the name Mormont and were loyal as can be to House Stark, while you knew how to fight and lead like the rest of your family, the pain of it all weighed on you. As much as you tried to hide it, for the pride of your house, for your own dignity, it was far too much, and you and the Stark matriarch both knew the pain went beyond the death of your father.

It was everything inbetween. 

The two Stark girls whom you loved like sisters, in what felt like increasingly mortal danger because of Robb’s rebellion. 

The death of your aunt, who cared for you as though you were her own when your mother died, when your much older half-brother Jorah disgraced the house, and when your father left to take the black.

The fear for your house and your future, leaving your dear young cousin Lyanna at home and in charge of Bear Island with her mother’s most trusted advisors.

The fact that your father was killed by his own men, by the job he had commited his life to. 

The heartbreak of Robb moving on.

The anger caused by his stupidity.

The moment you learned he had married that Westerling woman, the one who traveled along with the infantry, healing men who probably didn’t have a chance, you knew this war was doomed. Not because of what Walder Frey would do, but because of Robb’s clear lack of foresight. How could he not see what the rest of you saw? All for one woman.

You had never asked that of him.

Your engagement had been broken off when the war began. He told you he wanted to keep the engagement but did not want you to be a target, and you had told him that the greatest chance he’d have at winning this war was through an advantageous marriage. One that would offer far more than your family could. You didn’t do it because you didn’t love him, no. The both of you were desolate at the reality of it all. In your mind, you hoped he would refuse to marry throughout the war. Hoped the “young wolf” would be strong enough, that he wouldn’t need to. But you knew better, and you knew he needed the numbers. If Arya and Sansa were going to survive, he needed a stronger army and a wife that could offer more to him standing by his side. 

When he promised to marry Walder Frey’s daughter, your heart broke. Yet the passage was worth it. The North was worth it.

You would do it a thousand times over for Sansa and Arya, and you’d do the same for your own young cousins that were like sisters to you. Not that Dacey and Lyra needed protecting, but if they did, you would do it for them without much thought. 

For his family, for his sisters, you broke the engagement. 

And Robb threw all of that away, and the North along with it, by marrying Talisa.

As you changed into more suitable riding clothes, you couldn’t help but think of the past. Of when you thought you had it all figured out. You closed your eyes, and tears slipped out at the memories of him.

Holding his hand and walking through the glass gardens. Braiding Sansa’s hair. Chasing after Bran and Arya as they climbed up walls and through windows.

Or when he kissed you in the Godswood, telling you that you were standing on the spot where you would eventually marry.

Lies.

You would never have any of those things again.

“Y/n?” 

You startled at Robb’s voice, wiping away any stray tears and turning around to prepare to face him, hiding your bags behind your back. 

“Yes, your highness?” You responded bitterly as he entered the tent on your response.

“Please don’t call me that. When did you ever get so formal?” He muttered.

“I’ve always been formal to those who require it.”

“I do not require it of you.”

“Your station and our relationship does.”

“You mean our lack of a relationship?” He bit slightly before calming again.

You stood, unmoving, eyes glazing past him as you waited for him to get on with it. He stepped forward and you stiffened.

“I had realized we never spoke about Maege…” He stepped even closer and his hand reached up before you quickly took a step back from him, confused at his purpose and his words. He looked at you with a pained expression at your coldness, and it just made you angry. None of this was your choice. “Your aunt was a great woman,” he began. “I know you loved her deeply, and she looked after you like you were her own. I am truly sorry for your loss.”

Perhaps, under different circumstances, Robb’s condolences may have made you soften. May have had you second-guessing your choice to leave. Now, looking at him, you could hardly recognize the man you once loved. He spoke with the compassion he always seemed to hold within him, yet the way he stood, the way he looked, he had this strange self-righteousness. As if this could save you from your pain… and what of your father? He must not know.

You stood there staring at him before you spoke, in as neutral a tone as you could muster. “We have all made great sacrifices, your highness. I believe my aunt may rest easy knowing her own sacrifice, that of her life, saved countless others.” Unlike you, you thought to yourself. No, he sacrifices others. Not himself. 

Robb wasn’t an idiot, and his expression sunk at your words. “I appreciate every sacrifice that has been made on behalf of the North.”

Sadness and anger were welling up within you, and gods, you wanted to yell at him. You wondered if you could still get away with something like that, yet you simply muttered, thinking of your father, your aunt, the stark girls. “And a great many, indeed.”

“Y/n… do not insinuate that I do not know sacrifice. I have lost as much, if not more, compared to all those here.” 

“Whatever you believe,” you spoke, looking directly into his eyes, “it doesn’t really matter in the end, does it? It doesn’t matter what we’ve lost, it’s already gone.” You turned your head away, willing tears to stay put in your eyes.

“I am sorry.”

You didn’t know what he was apologizing for. “It is what it is.”

“I made you a promise. And I broke it.”

“You did.”

“Why must you always act like it doesn’t matter to you?” He scoffed, frustrated. There was a pause. “Were you.. were you packing up your things to leave?”

You turned to look at your bags on the bed.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, your highness.”

“Don’t call me that, please, for gods sakes. And all I ever wanted was an ounce of pushback from you! We were to be married, and you gave that away so easily, yet now you punish me for it every day because I married Talisa!”

“Robb,” you spoke harshly, stopping his rant, giving him what he seemed to want. An honest response. “You’re right, I am angry with you. Just not for the selfish reasons you think I am.”

“Well if you’re abandoning the war effort, it’s better for me to hear it now before you’re taken prisoner.”

You sighed at his childish threat. “I think you haven’t seen a single thing I’ve done. Of course breaking the engagement mattered to me! How could you not see that? You know how much I loved you, how on earth could you really think I gave that up so easily? Without second thoughts? I did it for you! And you’re so far up your own arse at this point that you can’t even see that! I sacrificed my love for you for the lives of your sisters. For the chance to win this war. Is that not a good enough reason for you? It’s not that you married Talisa, it’s that I agreed to end the engagement while under the impression that it would change the tides of the war. That you would marry a Frey and secure the twins. But you didn’t do that, Robb. And it felt like a knife in my back.” Robb stood a few paces away from you, a hurt expression across his face, one of shame and sadness. “I made that sacrifice for nothing.”

“I love her. That’s why I married her. I loved, I still love, you… I could not marry a woman I did not love. It wouldn’t have been right for either of us.”

“This is not about love, Robb. It is about duty, and honor. I know you believe what you did was honorable, honorable to the sanctity of vows and marriage… but you killed hundreds if not thousands of our men with your choice. Is that worth it to you? Is that truly so honorable, if it meant breaking your promises?”

“We will make it right with the Freys, and pay our debts another way. But you, you broke your promise to me. And now you stand here with your bags packed, is that not breaking your promise, too?”

“I did it for your family! I did it to try to save your sisters, and I did it for you! How can you not see that? And I’m leaving now because my family is in trouble, my cousins just lost their mother and now must rule the island. I’ve given up so much for you, for your family…” You rose your voice in anger, beginning to lose control of your emotions, hands beginning to shake as you tied up your bags.

“Even if they are family, what would your father think of you being a deserter?”

“Do not speak of my father-“ your voice broke, tears welling up in your eyes. 

“If you were under his command he’d have you killed for abandoning your position, y/n,”

“He’s dead, Robb!” You yelled, eyes locking to his, tears dripping from your eyes like spring rain. “My father is dead.”

“Y/n- I didn’t know,” Robb’s face had fallen to one of sympathy, his hand reached out for you, to comfort you like he had so many times in the past. And this time you let his hand reach your shoulder. You stiffly let him protectively put a hand on the top of your head, and pull you into his embrace. After a moment, you relaxed into his warmth, exhaling shakily as the tears kept coming. “I know how much he meant to you. I am so sorry…”

“Robb, you have to let me go,” you whispered, and you knew he understood you meant he needed to let you return home, because his hold around you was maintained. “I don’t have anything left for me here. I want another chance. A chance to be happy. I want to protect and defend my home, and the family I have left.”

“I can’t,” he told you earnestly. “I can’t.”

“You’re married, you moved on… So why won’t you let me?”

“I didn’t, really. I couldn’t.”

“But you did. You can’t take any of it back, Robb. And I know that I can’t either.” You paused to collect yourself before continuing. “Do you want to know how my father died?”

He was silent for a moment before asking, “how?”

“His own men killed him. There was a mutiny.” His grip around you tightened. “My father was an incredibly respected man. And in the end, no matter how much he did right, he did not pay enough attention to what was right in front of him. I don’t think he ever considered just how possible it was that his men would turn on him.”

“The North is stronger than a band of criminals. We have a family name to stand behind, we have bannermen who swore oaths for generations. It is different,” he rationalized, looking down at you. And you looked up, and then, you could remember why you fell in love with him. With his handsome face and dark curls, his fierce yet pragmatic nature, the overwhelming protection, and the way his adoration for you shone through his eyes. The way you could feel it. And your heart hurt, because you thought he might be wrong. His eyes stayed on yours as you spoke.

“Nothing is as strong as it seems, Robb… You just crossed Walter Frey. One of the most selfish men I’ve ever met, the lord of a great river lands house, and of the crossing, which you desperately need for this war… I could be wrong. I could be, but I’ve already lost you. I’ve already lost your sisters. I’ve lost my aunt, who raised me as her own, and I’ve lost my father. I cannot be here anymore. There is nothing for me here, and while I can never forgive you for the choices you made, I also cannot bear to lose more of you than I already have.” 

Robb brought his hands up to your face, brushing the water from your eyes as his own eyes welled with tears. 

“You have to let me go,” you pleaded again, voice barely even a whisper. 

“I know,” he nodded. “At least let me get a horse and supplies for you. Meet me at the eastern edge of the camp.”

And with that, he quickly withdrew his hands, leaving your tent without a second glance.

As you waited, you ensured you had packed everything. You double-checked the items and re-laced your boots before throwing on a warm cloak and stepping outside. The air was growing colder, and with the winds came winter.

You quickly made your way to the edge, and by the tree line you spotted him. Standing with your horse, already saddled.

He was silent when you approached, and could not meet your eye as he took your bags and attached them. He automatically held a hand out to help you mount, but when you took it, he looked at you again. And he truly looked at you. His eyes ran over the details of your face, like he was committing it to memory, and held your hand like a lifeline. He looked at you with sad desperation, pulling you into a hug once more, tucking your head under his chin and holding you so tight you could hardly breathe. When his grip loosened, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead, and within it held every memory, and every touch. 

“You know where to go. Just promise me to be careful. Go quickly, don’t stop for anyone… I love you, y/n.” His voice sounded hoarse, too much emotion behind it to even speak of.

“I love you too, Robb,” you told him, staring deep into his eyes as you cried for what felt like the millionth time that day. “And I am sorry that wasn’t enough.” 

He simply nodded, and helped you onto the horse.

He did not look at you as you fixed the hold on the reins or the lay of your cloak along your back, but as you urged your horse into a galloping pace and you looked back, his eyes were fixed on you.

You knew then that you would always love him, and no matter how lost he made you feel, and while you could never forgive him, you could now move forward. You knew you could find your way.

Whether Robb made it through or not, your situations wouldn’t change. Too much had transpired to ever go back.

No, even if you both survived this war, you knew that this would be the last time you ever saw Robb Stark.

[mneiai]

Jon Snow's Living Situation in ASOIAF

A lot of people take for granted that it was "unusual" for Jon Snow to be raised at Winterfell, so I tried to gather information on as many natural born children mentioned in ASOIAF and related materials to see if that was true.

And it seems not to be, even in the South (outside of Dorne, even). The children born out of wedlock to highborn parents seem to be kept with them or nearby.

This is admittedly a small sample size (around 80 characters, and I didn't go too deep into it so I'm missing at least some), but it's not like this is real history, and the fact that Jon's situation is not unusual seeming from what we're shown in the books just adds to the idea that people's impressions of what is normal are not the truth of what is normal.

Northern Bastards that lived/probably lived with their families (other than Jon himself):

Brandon Snow (Torrhen Stark’s brother, most likely lived at Winterfell)

Sara Snow (Rickon Stark’s daughter during the Dance, if she existed definitely lived at Winterfell)

Dacey, Alysane, Lyra, Jorelle, and Lyanna Mormont (Maege Mormont’s daughters, father(s) unknown and most likely not married to Maege)

Denys Snow (Bastard of Barrowtown, bastard of House Dustin)

Lonnel Snow (Son of Brandon Stark from Daeron II’s reign, possibly the origin of House Cassel)

Timothy Snow (the Bastard of Flint’s Finger, presumably lived with his Flint relatives)

Northern Bastards who were acknowledged and fostered elsewhere in the North:

Larence Snow (Halys Hornwood’s son, fostered with the Glovers)

Other Bastards who seem to have lived with/near their families:

Addison Hill (Bastard of Cornfield during the Conquest)

Alys River (House Strong, a wet nurse at Harrenhal)

Aurane Waters (Bastard of Driftmark, Lord Monford Velaryon’s brother)

Bastard of Blackhaven (House Dondarrion during the conquest)

Bastard of Harrenhal (House Lothston during Daeron II’s reign)

Bryden Rivers (Bloodraven), Gwenys Rivers, Mya Rivers

Cedrik Storm (Bastard of Bronzegate, House Buckler bastard, fought Barristan Selmy)

Daemon Sand (Bastard of Godsgrace, son of Ryon Allyrion)

Daemon Waters (aka Daemon Blackfyre, son of Princess Daena and Aegon IV)

Falia Flowers (daughter of Humfrey Hewitt, though made a servant)

Joy Hill (Gerion Lannister’s daughter)

Lynora Hill (daughter of Ser Jason Lannister, works at Casterly Rock)

Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand, and Loreza Sand (the Sand Snakes)

Orys Baratheon (rumored bastard of Aerion Targaryen)

Red Robb Rivers (the Bowman of Raventree, bastard of House Blackwood)

Rolland Storm (Bastard of Nightsong, House Caron)

Ronald Storm (son of Ser Ronnet Connington)

Ronard Storm (House Durrandon, usurped his brother King Morden II)

Tom Flowers (Bastard of Bitterbridge, from House Caswell during the Dance)

Tyler Hill (Bastard of Lannisport, son of Lord Lyman during Maegor’s reign)

Tyrion Tanner (Lollys Stokeworth’s son)

Walda Rivers (great-granddaughter of Walder Frey)

Walder Rivers (Walder Frey’s oldest bastard son)

Walys (Maester at Winterfell under Rickard Stark, while becoming a Maester might normally be seen as sending the child away, he was the son of a Hightower and an Archmaester)

Wex Pyke (son of Sargon Botley)

(I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume if someone is called “Bastard of [seat of their family]” that they lived with their family, as Jon Snow is the “Bastard of Winterfell”)

Other Bastards who possibly lived with their families (at least for a time)

Blackshield (Bastard of Uplands, possibly of House Mullendore)

Ellaria Sand (daughter of Harmen Uller)

Garrett and Garse Flowers (Mace Tyrell’s first cousins, presumably lived with their father)

Harry Rivers (Bastard of Bracken, son of Lord Jonos Bracken)

Shiera Seastar (daughter of Aegon IV, not really confirmed where she lived her early years I don't think, though most likely in King’s Landing)

Bastards definitely not raised at home:

Aegor Rivers (Bittersteel, would have been raised in King’s Landing but Daeron and Aemon forced Aegon to send him away)

Cotter Pyke (Night’s Watch member, most likely did not live with his highborn relatives)

Edric Storm (Robert Baratheon’s son, technically was raised at his family’s seat in Storm’s End, but not at the Red Keep)

Gendry Waters (Robert Baratheon’s son)

Mya Stone (Robert Baratheon’s daughter)

All the rest of Robert Baratheon's kids

Notable bastards whose situations are not at all comparable to Jon’s:

Ramsey Snow (Roose Bolton’s son, a product of a First Night rape)

Benedict I Justman (a Blackwood/Bracken mix, so basically an abomination in the eyes of the gods lol)

Addam and Alyn Velaryon (Lord Corlys Velaryon’s probable sons, most likely purposefully hidden)

Franklyn Flowers (mother was a small folk raped by Fossoways of Cider Hall)

Glendon Flowers (could not prove parentage, claimed to be Quentyn Ball’s son with a camp follower)

Jayne and Jon Waters (Alyn Velyaron and Elaena Targaryen’s children, Alyn died when they were young but had planned to marry Elaena)

Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella (obviously)

All of Lyonel Hightower and Samantha Tarly’s children (weren’t allowed to marry, but had children anyway)

Named bastards we don’t have enough information on:

Addam Rivers (briefly a river king)

Humfrey Waters (Commander of the City Watch)

Jafer Flowers (Night’s Watch member)

Mervyn Flowers (King Aegon III KG)

Robert Flowers (former LC of the KG)

Robin Hill (former LC of NW)

Ser Samuel Stone (Runestone master-at-arms)

Tristan Rivers (Golden Company)

[west1rosi]

NEW ADDED MUSES:

aron blacktyde - neutral during the dance, a bannermen for house greyjoy. he is known for never loosing a battle at sea and carries a valyrian steel sword named shade.

tyshara lannister - jason's daughter and cerelle's sister. lady of the court and a lady in waiting for queen alicent.

tyana lannister - jason's older sister, oc. she married once in her youth and produced only one heir before her husband died. many think she poison him due to her affinity with herbs and magic.

kermit tully - blacks. lord of riverrun and one of the most famous lords of riverrun, placing it on the peak of it's glory.

oscar tully - blacks. kermit's younger brother and a great swordsman. he goes on to create a free company of trade.

mya costayne  - a vassal house of the hightowers. her father bouched for the blacks during the dance and mya was taken as a "guest" at the keep.

jorelle mormont - from the main asoiaf timeline. second youngest of maege mormont's daughters. lady to her sister and a fighter.

[nynaeve-mashiara]

Important context; Jon Snow is born a girl, and known to the world as Alysanne Stark, Brandon's legitimized bastard by Ashara Dayne. She knows her true parentage.

I wanted to share this because I am nowhere near sharing the full fic, but I am so proud of the "Elenei's get" part.

-

Alysanne stood in the waycastle Sky, flanked by Naerys Velaryon and Jorelle Mormont, Uncle Arthur behind her as her ever present defensive shadow. Ghost had insisted on going in the basket that took Quentin, Brandon, and his nursemaid up to the Eyrie, and Cousin Gabrelle had gone up with Torrhen and Elia.

Mya Stone occupied her thoughts, in the commotion of the waycastle. Robert Baratheon’s eldest bastard, a woman three years her senior. The girl-child which made Alysanne’s own mother find her betrothed more disagreeable than she already did, disinterested in marriage as she had been. She was certain he would never keep to her bed, never show her the fidelity and honour she was expected to show him. Love could not change a man’s nature, was her tenet. Uncle Ned claimed his old friend saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath.

Had it not been for Mya Stone, Lyanna Stark might have accepted her fate as Lady Baratheon of Storm’s End. The chance was slim, true, but not non-existent. If not for Mya, she herself might not have been born. There might have been no War of the Usurper.

She shook her head slightly, dislodging the thought. Mya had been an innocent child, was an innocent woman, who could no more control her parentage than anyone else. If her birth should at all be considered in the causation, the fault should lie at Robert’s feet. No, the catalyst of the war had always been the unlawful execution of Brandon Stark, the heir to the North, and the demand that his father and two younger brothers also pay with their lives for the insult he had brought Prince Rhaegar. If only the Kingslayer had acted earlier, all the bloodbath might have been avoided. If only Summerhall had not burned. If only Duncan had not abdicated for Jenny of Oldstones. If only Uncle Aemon had not been sent to the Citadel. If only, if only, if only. If only Maegor had not been cruel.

Mya’s short hair and riding leathers caught her eye as she arrived with another party, her on the lead mule. It was unmistakeable, that she was a Baratheon. Mya Stone, Mya Magnarsdaughter. More similar to her uncle Renly than her father, now he had tripled in size from his youth, but it was said Renly greatly resembled a young Robert. She had the hair, the eyes, the stature. Yet by a fluke of birth, Mya was a bastard instead of a princess. A king’s daughter, none the less. A storm made flesh, Elenei’s get. A mix of fire and water as much as Alysanne herself, rain and sea-water to her ice and snow.

Did she even know? The only of Robert’s bastards who were acknowledged as such was Edric Storm, and him only because his mother was a lady of house Florent. Alysanne snorted. Just like her. Grandfather had said that when Robert legitimized her, he had observed that she would have been his niece, if Lyanna had survived. That he had looked at her with wistful eyes, envisioning his own half-Stark children. Had he thought of Mya, at the time? Spared a thought for his at the time only known child?

It was not often she ruminated on the lie that was her acknowledged parentage and supposed baseborn status. Her parents were discussed often enough, to remark that she had her mother’s grace and beauty, and her father’s wolfblood, his wildness, though hers was more bridled. Two factions in the North let comments about her legitimized status come; the Dornish, who treated it as a base fact, and Lady Catelyn and her ladies, who still felt it a dishonour she was born and a slight that she was legitimized. Now she had turned twenty and had an heir, a spare, and a daughter, wed to a Prince of Dorne, most Northerners did not remark on the circumstances of her legitimacy.

Now her grandfather, step-grandmother, Lady Catelyn, and Lord Edmure were herded into the basket along with a gaggle of Lady Stark and Lady Catelyn’s ladies. What Alysanne wouldn’t give for Winterwing, to ascend to the Eyrie as her namesake had done, during the Conquest. Even the ascent by mule had frustrated her beyond all sense. She could have walked with the same speed as her mule, if not with as sure a footing.

“I am certain we are slated for the next basket, my lady.” Naerys said. Her friend always could read her far too well.

“As you say, yet I am not fond of being separated thus from my children.” She said, as she observed Harrion Karstark out of the corner of her eye, as he aided his wife, Elyanne Karstark, born Burley, off her mule.

She let her connection to Ghost open enough that she could borrow her eyes, and smiled at what she saw. The direwolf had coiled herself around Torrhen, Elia, and Brandon the way wolves did to protect their pups against the elements. She was currently embroiled in a staring match with Bronze Yohn Royce, who to his credit did not look away. They had not yet had their wolves, when he guested Winterfell on his way to escort Ser Waymar to the Wall. The guards in Arryn blue around the walls of the room looked on her with badly disguised terror. Quentyn was petting her head.

“I will not have that beast in my hall!” a woman shrieked.

Ghost swivelled her head to the noise, pinpointing the source. Lady Lysa Arryn, Lady Catelyn’s sister. The woman had not aged gracefully in the seven years since Alysanne had seen her in Winterfell. She looked a decade older than her three year elder sister, with her red hair tumbling down her back, dressed in a mourning gown of silk with the Arryn moon-and-falcon embroidered in pearls.

Alysanne clutched at Naerys and Jorelle’s hands, to signal they might need to lead her into the basket.

“I assure you, Lady Arryn, Ghost is more docile and better behaved than all the hunting hounds in Winterfell. She will not be separated from my lady wife or our children.” Quentyn said in his most appeasing voice.

Lady Lysa seemed ready to enter a tirade. Thankfully, Lord Royce butted in.

“I had heard rumours that the Starks had bonded to them direwolves, but I did not put much stock in them. This would be Lady Alysanne’s wolf, then?”

“Aye, Ghost, the best child wrangler you could wish for. Lady Marna’s Midnight, Lord Hoster’s Guardian, Lord Rodrik’s Sentinel, and Lord Edwyle’s Builder will also be joining us.”

“They are truly docile?”

“They do not attack unless their humans are threatened. A party of wildlings descended on their travelling party when Lord Stark and Lady Alysanne went to visit Barrowtown two years ago, when Lord Torrhen and Lady Elia were six moons old. The guards took down four of them; Ghost the remaining seven.” Quentyn said, scratching in a spot that made Ghost pant in pleasure with her tongue lolling out of her great maw. “Else she herds children, takes up the entirety of the front of the hearth, observes the sheep and goats with great interest, and acts as footwarmer in our marriage bed. Thankfully it was built to accommodate at least eight people at the height of winter.”

Alysanne scoffed.

“Must he mention she sleeps in our bed?” she asked in the Old Tongue.

“Have you started emulating my mother, Sanne?” Jorelle asked.

“I do prefer my Dornish sun, Elle, but if I were to do as your mother, Ghost would not do. She is female.”

Jorelle huffed a small laugh.

Alysanne withdrew her senses from Ghost’s as they were herded into the basket. Quentyn seemed to be on top of the situation, and grandfather would be there momentarily. Uncle Arthur herded her into the middle of the basket, placing himself, Jorelle, Naerys, Edwyle, and Builder protectively around her. Paranoid git.

“Are you afraid of heights, Uncle Arthur?” she asked.

He simply grunted in reply. She sent him a shit-eating grin.

[fairyofthefriz]

King of Winter, King of Rivers; King of Ice and Snow

Arya is suspicious of them, she’s sure of it! They will not say anything, she and Robb, not to anyone, less they lose faith with their banners that they can ill-afford.  Maybe later, once this war is won, they will allude to their actions to Jon and Arya and Catelyn, but for now it is only Robb, Sansa, and Talisa who know that the affliction that is routing the Twins is caused by human hands, not a sickness.   (that it is caused by Talisa’s own hands) Arya and her wolves lead the contingency of Mountain and Riverland men to the Twins, with Edmure and Catelyn atop of quiet, steady mounts that Arya had gently coaxed into tolerating close quarters with Nymeria and Grey Wind.  Lyra and Jorelle Mormont and Lady Brienne had insisted that Arya had done the same with their own mounts, further enabling them to act as shields to Arya and Talisa.t

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[lives-in-a-harpsichord]

Bruintober part 47

Mormont girls!

[dwellordream]

Can I have a haunt/hunt verse Jory/Gendry with either 20 or 48? I couldn't decide between the two!

They’ve never been ones much for long, drawn out discussions or debates, so that very night, after hours up laughing and drinking with Arya and Beth and the rest all crowded in the inn common room, Jory follows Gendry back to the forge, quite casually, as if they’d done this a hundred times before.

He pauses outside and looks at her; the moonlight makes his blue eyes luminous. She feels an ache of affection in her chest and strokes his cheek, rising up on her tiptoes to do so.

“The boys are sleeping below,” he says. “We’ll go in the loft.”

Jory follows him through the darkened, warn forge, tiptoeing around the slumbering youths sprawled out in front of the dying hearth, and reaches the rickety wooden ladder leading up to the loft.

Gendry steps behind her, indicating for her to go first, and she does so, after kicking off her riding boots so she doesn’t slip.

She’s already removed her cloak as well by the time he reaches the top after her, and Jory sits in the middle of the mattress, her hands loose in her lap, looking at him, looking at her.

“If we do this, I want to be wed tomorrow,” he says. It’s not a threat but it is a warning.

“You have a septon?” she asks.

“A red priest, upriver.” He pauses, licks his lips. “We can sail out to the Isle of Faces if you want it done before your gods, too.”

“I don’t care, so long as we’re wed,” she says.

He pauses. “Your family…”

“They’ll love you. My sisters won’t care.”

He nods after a moment, stiffly.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Jory murmurs, suddenly worried.

He looks away, then confesses. “I’ve been with women. But no bastards. I never…” he jerks his head. “Not inside them.”

“I wouldn’t care if you had children,” she says, taking his hand.

He looks at her, and she blinks. “I don’t have any. Either. But I… I’m not a maid, anymore.”

He nods slowly.

“You don’t mind?” she pushes.

“No,” he says.

She scoots forward, and squeezes his hand again. “Then I think we’re alright.”

Gendry swallows, then says, “We are.”

He kisses her suddenly, and she twists around, then relaxes against him, almost slumped against his chest. He kisses her some more, than sighs and pulls her into him.

When they break apart, they accidentally bump noses.

“Good?” she whispers.

He nods.

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

*blows farewell kiss to Vlad*

[asongofsilks]

ASOIAF fancasting --> House Mormont: Poppy Drayton as Lyra // Dalila Bela as Jorelle

“ ‘Five, we were. All girls. Lyanna is back on Bear Island. Lyra and Jory are with our mother. Dacey was murdered.’ ”

It’s clear even from this short line how much the She-Bear Alysane loves her sisters. A big question is just what Maege is doing - and why her two young daughters need to be accompanying her instead of remaining safely on Bear Island.

More northern fancasts

[korra-of-the-watertribe]

ASOIAF Meme: 1/4 Characters Not Featured on the Show:

The (Older) Mormont Women

[asongofsnowandstars]

The Daughters of House Mormont (Book Version) Dacey Mormont (23/21-47) - Poppy Drayton Alysane Mormont (22/20-25) - Sophie Skelton Lyra Mormont (16/10-21) - Keira Knightley Jorelle Mormont (15/9-20) - Bailee Madison Lyanna Mormont (8) - Anna Maguire Edit: This is a fancast NOT an edit! These are NOT my gifs! They belong to people with talent and a better understanding of graphics. I have a huge folder of gifs (No, seriously, I have something around 1 tb of totally amazing unlabeled gifs) that I thought were cool and I have no idea where they are originally from. If they are yours and you let me know, I will either credit you or (if you prefer) delete the image.

[laannie0803]

Re-Fancast (1): Dacey Mormont (Bridget Regan)

Dacey Mormont fue la hija mayor de Lady Maege Mormont y heredera de la Isla del Oso.

Dacey es descrita como una mujer desgarbada con casi dos varas y un palmo de estatura. A pesar de su complexión, Dacey se veía elegante usando vestidos y bailando.

Dacey cabalga al sur contra los Lannister junto a Robb Stark. Es nombrada compañera de batalla y guardia personal del rey durante la Batalla del Bosque Susurrante.

Al ser junto a su madre,Lady Maege, unas de las pocas mujeres en el ejército de Robb, entablan una relación de amistad con Catelyn, al poder comprender su dolor como madre.

Dacey se encuentra entre la nobleza norteña que marcha a Los Gemelos para asistir a la boda de Lord Edmure Tully y Roslin Frey. Sostiene que ha peleado en cada batalla con Robb y que éste las ha ganado todas. Durante el banquete de boda, Dacey baila con su rey. La negativa de Edwyn Frey de bailar con ella es uno de los últimos signos de tensión antes de que los Frey se vuelquen contra sus invitados y los asesinen. Dacey se las arregla para huir de Ser Benfrey Frey, arrojándole una jarra de vino en la cara, pero es asesinada cuando Ser Ryman Frey le asesta un golpe de hacha en el vientre.

Tanto ella como su madre y sus hermanas muestran una fuerza y coraje que no es “típico” de las mujeres nobles, Dacey es tanto guerrera como dama, diferente a Brienne (Que no se siente ni hombre, ni mujer).

Dacey Mormont was the oldest daughter of Lady Maege Mormont and heir to Bear Island.

Dacey is described as a lanky woman with almost two rods and a span in height. Despite her complexion, Dacey looked elegant wearing dresses and dancing.

Dacey rides south against the Lannisters alongside Robb Stark. She is named a battlemate and personal guard to the king during the Battle of the Whispering Forest.

Being with her mother, Lady Maege, one of the few women in Robb's army, they establish a friendship with Catelyn, being able to understand her pain as a mother.

Dacey is among the northern nobility who marches to The Twins to attend the wedding of Lord Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey. She maintains that she has fought in every battle with Robb and that Robb has won them all. During the wedding party, Dacey dances with her king. Edwyn Frey's refusal to dance with her is one of the last signs of tension before the Freys turn on their guests and murder them. Dacey manages to run away from Ser Benfrey Frey, throwing a jug of wine in his face, but is killed when Ser Ryman Frey deals an ax blow to his belly.

Both she and her mother and sisters show a strength and courage that is not "typical" of noble women, Dacey is both a warrior and a lady, different from Brienne (who feels neither male nor female).