#king balerion

[featherglum]

OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT. I'M TIRED OF TRYING TO POST THE VIDEO A DOZEN TIMES AND GETTING ERROR MESSAGES EVERY SINGLE TIME SO JUST TAKE THE LINK TO MY YT.

Anyway-

Back to my irregularly scheduled Stanisław Lem agenda!

Changed my design for king Balerion a bit. Mostly simplified it and tried to make the jester & rollerskating theme more apparent. I might go back and modify it further in the future

(Old design on the right)

[witchthewriter]

I have an idea about why the Targaryen's keep their dragons in the Dragonpit. But ... I don't fully understand.

Their dragons are their most important asset. So why not build ... dragon rooms ... treat them with the upmost respect and freedom. My girl Rhaenyra drops an absolute truth:

"Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons. Without them, we're just like everyone else." ―Rhaenyra Targaryen

So why is there even a dragonpit?? Dragons can look after themselves, especially the older ones... wait is there a fear they'll somehow become a wild dragon?

If anyone has any thoughts, PLEASE add them. Because I don't understand!

[athzhowakar]

Queen of Hidden Evils (Chapter I)

✒️ Maegor × Toxic OC wife

✒️ Summary: Maegor needs to find a new wife since his existing wives have failed to provide him an heir. He sends a proposal to a lesser lordly house of the Crownlands, asking the hand of the Lord's widowed sister. Maegor has heard very little about that woman but what really matters for him is the fact that, she has a ten year old daughter and hence, her fertility is proven.

✒️ Trigger warning: Mature content

✒️ Next part: Chapter II

The Red Keep :

“And whom do you suggest this time, Grand Maester?” King Maegor said reluctantly. He was getting quite tired of marrying again and again but he made sure no one knew that.

“Your Grace, if it pleases you, I would suggest Lady Lucinda Rosby,” Grand Maester Benifer replied.

Stroking his beard, Maegor said, “Lucinda Rosby? I have never heard much about her.”

“She is a woman of proven fertility, Your Grace,” Grand Maester Benifer said. “She has a ten years old daughter.”

“She is a widow, I suppose. Her husband was the elder brother of the current Lord Stokeworth, who died in a hunting accident,” Maegor said, trying to recall the events.

“Ser Bennard Stokeworth was a brave man, Your Grace. He was fond of riding horses and hunting. Unfortunately, that took his life just two years after his marriage. He left behind a three month old daughter and a grieving young wife. Her Ladyship was only eight and ten when she was widowed. She has been a widow ever since,” Grand Maester said.

Maegor looked at him and remarked, “A quite devoted woman or perhaps quite picky.”

“What are the orders for me, Your Grace? Shall I send a raven to Lord Rosby or perhaps a messenger?” Grand Maester asked.

“Send a messenger, Grand Maester. Ravens are comparatively less impressive. Who knows? That picky lady of the Rosbys might find that raven ugly and drive it away without reading the message,” Maegor said with a tone which certainly did not reveal whether he was being sarcastic or serious.

The Grand Maester paid his respects and left the king's chamber.

Maegor stood up a while later and arrived at Queen Rhaena's chamber.

“Beloved Niece!” Maegor exclaimed.

“Not at all beloved Uncle!” Rhaena responded back with an equally enthusiastic tone to mock him.

Maegor grabbed her waist as she tried to wriggle away. He whispered into her ears, “Don't you think that you are being too insolent, my dear wife?”

Rhaena mocked him by saying, “How do you expect me to talk to a kinslayer and usurper?”

“We could have been the most powerful king and queen the seven kingdoms have ever seen. You could have been a good wife to me and given me a son or a daughter or both. And yet, you choose to provoke me, mock me and dig your own grave,” Maegor said tightening his grip on her waist.

Rhaena replied, “I do not want any of that.”

“What do you want then?” Maegor almost screamed.

Rhaena said, “Nothing from you.”

Maegor let go of her. Rhaena took a deep breath and saw her uncle approaching her. She was scared as her uncle was unpredictable and crueler than anyone she had known.

“Do you think that you would have a better life without me?” Maegor asked. “You resent me for sending away your whores whom you call companions. But do you think that oaf of your brother would have allowed that? That fool tried to fight against me atop a dragon which wasn't even half the size of my dragon. You think that he could have kept you happier? You wish for me to die, don't you? You do not wish to give me a child. Isn't that why you have been secretly taking moon tea and poisoning your womb? I know everything. But I stayed silent because I love you and because you are my blood.”

“That is all a lie. You do not love me. You do not love anyone but yourself,” Rhaena said, spitefully.

Maegor replied angrily, “Foolish woman! Do you know what will happen to you if I die today? I made you the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms but if I die today, you will no longer be the queen. You will not be the Dowager Queen either, for you have given me no child which I can call mine. If I die, your brother Jaehaerys will be the king and perhaps your sister Alysanne will be the queen or whichever daughter of lickspittle your mother chooses. You will have nothing. No one will care for your opinions anymore and no one will respect you the way they do now. My own mother forged the Seven Kingdoms along with my father, with fire and blood. And yet, when your father was the king, she had no choice but to see her kingdom almost perish into nothing. What have you done compared to her? Your fate will be much worse.”

“Is that why you came here? To remind me of how great you are and how lucky I am to be alive and have you as my husband?” Rhaena asked him with tears in her eyes.

“Oh no, certainly not,” Maegor said. “I came here to tell you that I have decided to take another wife. I have already sent the proposal.”

“And who is that unlucky woman?” Rhaena asked.

“Lady Lucinda of House Rosby,” Maegor replied.

Rhaena burst into laughter on hearing the name.

Confused, Maegor asked her, “What happened? What is the matter?”

“If you hadn't killed that Pentosi witch, she would have certainly told you how her husband died. You do not know that, do you?” Rhaena said, laughing.

Maegor said, “He died in a hunting accident.”

Rhaena laughed again and said, “Things people say to keep their honour. One of my previous companions was Samantha Stokeworth, the younger sister of her husband, Ser Bennard Stokeworth. She told me something that you do not know.”

“And what is that?” Maegor asked.

“Apparently, her husband had a lowborn paramour. Lady Lucinda had that wench killed, and her head and entrails served to her husband when he was about to break fast on the morrow, while on his hunting trip. Ser Bennard was horrified when he saw his paramour's severed head wrapped in her entrails, and died of shock in his tent,” Rhaena said with an evil smile on her face. “I wish you luck, Uncle. I am sure she is the perfect wife for you.”

Rosby Castle :

Lady Prunella Stokeworth, a maid of ten, was the only Stokeworth living in the Rosby Castle. Lady Rosby used to think that it might be more proper if she lived in the Stokeworth Castle with her people but as the girl grew older, that thought vanished. The girl though comely, did not even possess a quarter of the beauty that her mother and Lady Rosby's goodsister, Lucinda Rosby did. However, Prunella seemed lovely enough to Lady Rosby. As a matter of fact, she had even convinced Lady Lucinda to get Prunella betrothed to her son.

It was another evening when Lady Rosby was having a chat with Prunella in her chamber.

“Aunt, is it true that the king wishes to marry my mother?” Prunella asked Lady Rosby.

Lady Rosby said, “It is true, little one. A messenger arrived this morning with a letter from His Grace. If we agree, he intends to wed her two moons later.”

“Will Uncle agree to this?” Prunella asked.

“Oh my sweet summer child, it is not really a proposal. It is an order and your uncle cannot defy it. However, we have to convince your mother as well,” Lady Rosby replied.

Just then, Lady Lucinda entered the chamber. She had just returned from the Castle Sept.

“May I join?” Lucinda asked.

“Sure. Let me pour you a cup of wine,” Lady Rosby said.

Prunella asked her mother, “Mother, have you heard about the proposal that came from the king?”

“I have,” Lucinda replied without a visible expression on her face.

“Are you going to reject the proposal?” Prunella asked.

Lucinda chuckled and said, “Foolish girl! Why would I refuse to become the queen?”

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To be continued

[ladydreamfyyreee]

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬"

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 6/?)

Dragonstone

36 ac

Rhaellas pov

We all stand in front of the funeral pyre where Grandsire lays dead. He passed in his sleep with a smile on his face, Father says it's because he's with Rhaenys again. 

It's a lovely thought, and probably true, but I know Aunt Visenya won't like it. She never did like how close Rhaenys and Grandsire were, but she accepted it. 

I try not to move much, I started my moonsblood just the night before and all I have to say is I'm glad I'm wearing black. 

I remember the first time I woke up with my moonsblood. It was a moon after Maegor's wife passed, I woke up in excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. When I lifted my covers to call for a maester I saw blood, so much blood from my core. I don't care how many lessons a girl has about their moonsblood, she will never be ready for that sight.

So here I stand as a Valyrian Septon chants as blood leaks from my core and feeling like a knife is twisting in my belly. 

I was a sobbing mess when I heard Grandsire passed, but none was as broken as Father or Aunt Visenya. For his Father has left him, he has no one to guide him besides courtiers. And Visenya has lost her final sibling, the only other person who understood what she felt when they conquered Westeros. They both lost someone dear, but I only lost a Grandsire who barely spoke to me if he didn't have to.

He always preferred Aegon and Viserys over me and Rhaena. From what Mother says he was trying to convince Father to marry another seeing as Mother had two pregnancies and failed to give him a son. Thank the gods Father ignored him. 

I breathe in the cold salty air that always has a darker edge that you can only find here. I've always loved the smell here, Mother and Aegon prefer the scent Driftmark brings with it's spices and overwhelming saltiness that seems to stick to your skin. 

Rhaena grips my arm as Vhagar moves forward to light the pyre. She was hit the hardest out of me and my siblings. She always wanted his attention, wanted to feel his love that he always gave Aegon and Visery. But no matter how hard she tried, he probably wouldn't be able to tell us apart. 

“Just a bit longer Rhaena, then you never have to feel his disappointment again.” I whisper to her as she glares at the pyre. 

With one look at her I saw the rage and fire in her violet eyes. I knew her sobs weren't because she lost Grandsire, it was because she would never be able to show him, he was wrong about our worth. To prove we are more than just broad mares that only need to be wed off. 

“We're more than he ever thought of us, we are the riders of Dreamfyre and Meraxes. We don't need him to be breathing to prove him wrong. Because there are more like him, and we'll show them, we'll show them why they bent their knees to Grandsire. Not because of him, but because of his sisters.” I swear and Rhaena nods as she stands straighter watching as Vhagar lights the late King's pyre turning him into worthless ash in the wind.

I watch as courtiers who never even spoke to my Grandsire sob and talk about how wonderful he was. I have to fight a scoff each time someone stops me saying how sorry they are and how he was a good man. 

You would think he didn't burn their homes to the ground if they didn't bend the knee. I think as I roll my eyes as a drunk lord I know never even saw my Grandsire talk about how amazing he was.

I finally find the person I was dying to speak to since the news had reached my ears. I waste no time making my way over to the balcony he is leaning against.

I already know what he is looking at before I even reach him. “He is now riderless, a dragon without a rider is a cruel joke.” I say as I watch Balerion sleep where we had just burned his rider. 

Maegor shakes his head with a sigh. “No, it is too soon.” 

This peaks my interest as I turn to look up at him. His jaw is set in a tense line, his eyes are set on the dragon and with one glance I can see the embers of an inferno burning within them. I know he may say it it is too soon, but I also know he doesn't care anymore. 

“And who made the rules on when you can claim a dragon? What is it he used to say, ‘you claim or you die? And a Targaryen without a dragon isn't a Targaryen at all’?” I say knowing the quote will hit close to home for him, for it always did for me until I claimed my Meraxes.

He only hums as he looks down at me. I fight the blush that threatens to rise to cheeks as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Tell me, what does it feel like when you claim a dragon?” 

I think about his question as he turns back to stare at the Black Dread. “It feels like your soul is complete. It feels like home, like the world could burn but as long as you have that beast you could make it.” 

He hums and looks down at me again before turning back to the dragon we both know he will claim in the coming days, if not tonight.

I take this as a sign that the conversation has ended, but I have one final thing to say. “I don’t know if he loved you, I hope he did but Grandsire never was good at showing you his affection. But I want to know, you don’t need him, you have proven yourself beyond what anyone could imagine already. And you much farther to go, you don’t need him, never did, and neither did I.” 

And with that I turn on my heals leaving him to his brooding and thoughts. If only we knew of the darkness on the horizons, maybe my brothers would still be here, maybe it would be Rhaena as Queen instead of me. But of course these are just maybes, and there is nothing we could have done. For how are you to defend yourself from a threat you didn’t know was coming?

Series Masterlist

Special thanks to my bestie @sugutoad for making the header for this fic! I swear I'd be lost without you girly!

TAGLIST: @sugutoad @ilikefelines @classicsimpforaaronwarner @mmogurl @sachaa-ff @athzhowakar @thelastemzy @themoonlitquill

[i-am-traveling-the-multifandom]

Similarities Differences between Viserys and Aegon

Viserys was rotting in bed due to health issues after becoming the sole reason of civil war while Aegon was bedridden after fighting bravely in battle at the risk of his life.

Viserys' dragon Balerian is described with having black scales while Aegon's dragon Sunfyre is called 'The Golden'.

Viserys had 2 wives while Aegon remained married to one woman his entire life.

Viserys' era was one of peace while Aegon's was that of war.

Viserys never took part in battles (as far as I know) while Aegon took part in battles resulting in fatal injuries.

Viserys' greatest achievement was bonding with Balerian while Aegon's achievement was surviving dragon fire.

Viserys' brother schemed against him to get the throne while Aegon's brother remained loyal to him even in regency (book canon)

Iconic Quote of Viserys,

The boy is Alicent's own blood. She wants him on the throne.

Iconic Quote of Aegon,

Thrones are won with swords, not quills. Spill blood, not ink.

Tagging @very-straight-blog because Their siMiLaRitiEs annoy me too.

[importantchaosgiver]

Where Loyalties Lie:

Where It Began

Summary: What if (Y/N) wasn't from Concordia? What if Concordia never existed? What if... the gods had a greater destiny planned for her?

Warnings: Canon typical swearing, mentions of death, dragons being dragons, characters might be slightly ooc

P.S: Set when Viserys was around fourteen years old.

Masterlist

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(Y/N)'s POV

I was no one in the grand scheme of things. To the gods, in my opinion, I was a nobody. Just another child living on the streets of King's Landing, mingling with the other children, trying to make their way in life. With no house or land to myself and my mother's name. We were just in the background. The people no one glanced twice at down the street. And, even then, those who did know me didn't like to talk to me. That's what happens when you're a bastard child. My mother worked on the Street of Silk, so I never knew my father. But I didn't look like my mother. With my long (h/c) and (e/c) eyes, it was vastly different to my mother's. Despite her being a street worker, she did tend to me, some friends helped teach me some simple things. And, from the beginning, I knew that there was something different about me. But I could never guess what. Anyways, to make my living, I helped down at the docks, I helped vendors set up their stalls in the early mornings. I just helped where I could. That's what perplexed so many people. A little girl such as myself with no political or social standing... just helping? Unheard of, right?

But, even from a young age, I knew I just wanted to help. To help those I could, no matter what. It was a day such as this I was helping a nice man and woman (a married couple) set up their food stall. I was carrying crates. Despite my rather short height - which wasn't abnormal for a girl of three-and-ten -, I had gained some slight muscle from carrying, pushing and pulling things. I even gained a tendancy for climbing.

"Ah, thanks little one," the nice woman said, ruffling my hair softly. "Yes, you're certainly strong for a young lass such as yourself," the nice man chuckled after I helped put some fresh apples out. I chuckled, smiling widely at them. Then, I heard people muttering as someone came walking down the street. Curious, I peeked from behind the stall to see a man with silver-blonde hair and bright violet irises, dressed well as he walked with some knights. "It's Prince Baelon," the nice man whispered. Oh, King Jaehaerys's second son. Everyone bowed their heads when he walked past. He didn't come nearby the stall, but I swore I saw his eyes flick over. To which I just shrunk back. Why was a Targaryen prince out here? Just then, I heard a roar. I knew what a dragon sounded like. So, I turned my head to the skies and saw a dragon soaring through the air. These creatures were magnificent. What I wouldn't give to look at them up close. I saw the dragon descending to the Dragonpit. I mean... it wouldn't hurt to take a sneak peak.

Soundlessly, I scurried out from behind the stall, carefully making my way in the direction on the Dragonpit. I've heard stories of what it was like. That the mighty Balerion the Black Dread and Vhagar were still alive. Despite being rather old. When I saw the Dragonpit, I noticed the guards at the entrance... but not around the edge. It's not like I was going to stay. I just wanted to take a small look. So, with stealth even I didn't know I had, I snuck around the edge and clambered up the rocky side. Once I reached the very edge, I carefully looked over to see into the large crater of the Dragonpit. I saw some other Targaryens. I could spot Prince Aemon and his wife (Jocelyn Baratheon), King Jaehaerys, two boys and one girl. The girl looked to be the oldest, so I'm guessing the two boys were Prince Baelon's. I heard about Princess Alyssa's death back in 84 AC.

Anyways, I looked at the second oldest and he was probably close to my age with the third being perhaps ten years old. I think these were Princess Rhaenys, Prince Viserys and Prince Daemon. If memory serves correctly when my mother's friend helped educate me. I was taught about the Conquest and Targaryen history. Then, I shifted my focus to what dragons I could see. I could see Vhagar! And some smaller dragons. They looked even more magnificent this close. I couldn't imagine staring one down, let alone riding one. A smile found its way to my lips as I looked at the Targaryens with the dragons. The children mostly looked at the younger ones which was pretty cute, not that I'd say that to their faces. But, Prince Viserys then moved back. At the same time, Vhagar lifted her large head, a low growl emitting from her throat. A curl of worry formed in my gut. Something didn't feel right. The growl reverberated in my bones.

Even Prince Aemon and King Jaehaerys noticed. When I saw Vhagar open her jaws to show the rows of jagged teeth, I felt heat begin to build. Then, I saw the light of fire in the dragon's throat. Oh no. I didn't know why I did what I did next. I had no idea I was so fast. Or brave. But, I stood up and jumped in, sliding down a banner, jumping from a wooden railing down to the ground, cushioning my fall with a tucked roll. Then, as Vhagar roared and spat her flames, I shot forward, my arms wrapping around Prince Viserys and tackling him out of the way and to the ground. My arm hit the gravelly and stone ridden ground, making it a slightly painful landing as I felt them dig into my skin even through my shirt. I grunted as we hit the ground, Viserys letting out a short yelp too. My heart pounded in my chest as my ribs hurt slightly from how heavy and quick I was breathing. Vhagar's flames stopped and I looked back up. Viserys's violet eyes locked onto me in complete shock. I gulped and turned my head to where the other Targaryens watched. In a flurry of movement, Prince Aemon, King Jaehaerys and Princess Rhaenys began running over. I quickly got to my feet and resumed my running. I quickly ran out of the Dragonpit, ignoring the surprised guards as I left through the obvious exit. "Wait!" Prince Aemon shouted. As much as I didn't want to disobey the prince's order, I had a feeling a worse fate awaited me if I stopped.

I did sneak into the Dragonpit and tackle down a prince of the realm. Thankfully, I was small and fast despite my short legs. I weaved in-between people and jumped over carts. Grabbing onto the frame of a stall, I used it as leverage to turn a sharp corner down an alley. But, just then, I smacked into someone, sending me back and causing me to hit my head on the hard cobblestone ground. A surge of pain erupted in the back of my skull as my vision blurred momentarily. "Careful there," a man's voice said. Shaking my head, my vision cleared and I saw... Prince Baelon. Oh, I was in deep now. Gulping, I quickly stood up and looked around for a way out. I could heard the Prince Aemon getting closer. "Hey, hey. What's wrong?" Baelon asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, my prince," I apologised quickly before jumping onto some crates and using the uneven bricks of an old abandoned building to lift myself up and onto the roof. "Baelon! Did you just see a little (h/c) girl?" Aemon panted as he turned the corner. "Yes, she just scaled that wall," Baelon chuckled, pointing at the roof. Aemon saw her foot just before she disappeared entirely. "Fuck, I lost her," he cursed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "What's so special about her?" Baelon queried, wondering what got his older brother so riled up.

"Somehow, that girl snuck into the Dragonpit and saved Viserys from the flames of Vhagar. Father is asking for us to find her," Aemon said, taking moments of pause to catch his breath. Baelon's eyes were wide. That girl whom just climbed up a building with all the grace and expertise of a someone far older... had saved his first-born son?! "Damnit," Aemon muttered. "I will ask about the street. We will find her," Baelon nodded, helping his brother in the search. Meanwhile (Y/N) had made it home safely, quickly shutting the door and diving under the covers of her bed. She felt sick to her stomach. What would happen if anyone were to find her? Surely it wasn't going to be good... would it?

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And so, the AU begins. I hope you like it because I am trying to keep everything true to what is canon. Although, sorry if the characters are slightly out of character. Hope you like it!

[thewatcher0nthewall]

Conqueror

[queen-kassiopeia-the-5th]

With the return of House of the Dragon, there is something that always bothered me about the main idea of the show vs the book.

In the show, there is this dilemma of who has the right to become king – the firstborn daughter, when women were always denied the right to rule, or the eldest son, who is male and thus following tradition. There is the mix-up with Viserys talking to Alicent before on his deathbed in the show, and the plain fact of power hungry relatives pushing their chosen monarch in the intended direction, but fundamentally, the question boils down to – woman vs man, who should rule. Rhaenyra's side doubles down onto proving this female equality side, which is great, and I'm glad we get to see some badass women riding to war on dragons, and plotting, but it was never the main idea of the Dance of Dragons.

The reason for the Dance, in the book, is a pattern we see in throught the entire story. A strong monarch leaves behind a weaker monarch, who is unable to maintain peace, and war breaks out. We see it in Aegon the Conquer, with Aenys being a weak king and Maegor being a tyrant, partially in order to combat the unrest that Aenys created, and partially because he is trying to emanate or even exceed his father, unsuccessfully. Then we have the Jaehaerys, who in my opinion was one of the best, if not the best king of Westeros. He created a long time of peace and was a strong monarch. Then came Viserys, a weaker king – this is not to say completely incapable – who left behind a festering conflict that lasted years. The green and black camps were decided long before his death, and he didn't do much to combat this, or try and resolve the situation. We see a similar pattern in real life history, that we all know GRRM draws inspiration from. The Diadochi generals that inherited Alexander the Great's empire quickly began fighting among themselves in the Wars of the Diadochi, vying for control over the empire he created, ultimately to lose it; the Carolingian empire was divided a few years after the death of Charlemagne; Genghis Khan's children attempted to expand his empire, but it fragmented into several khanates and to China.

Ultimately, you can say that the show is a separate entity from the book, and I agree with that. I do think how the characters are written and developed in the show in some cases is much better than the book – see Viserys – and there are differences between them plot wise. I'm not saying I expect a word for word interpretation of the book. It's just an interesting angle that I got from the book, and that in my opinion the show has not touched on, and took into a completely different direction, which is still interesting. I think it would have been nice to have both, though.

[ilustrandocanciondehieloyfuego]

13_Juego de tronos_Tyrion II

Los demás cráneos iban aumentando de tamaño hasta llegar a los tres grandes monstruos de las canciones y las leyendas, los dragones que Aegon Targaryen y sus hermanas habían liberado en los Siete Reinos de antaño. Los bardos les habían dado nombres de dioses: Balerion, Meraxes y Vhaghar. En aquel sótano, Tyrion se situó entre sus fauces abiertas, mudo de admiración. Un guerrero podría haber entrado a caballo por el gaznate de Vhaghar, aunque no le habría sido tan fácil salir. Meraxes era aún más grande. Y el mayor de todos, Balerion, el Terror Negro, podría haber engullido un uro entero, o incluso uno de los mamuts lanudos que, según se decía, vagaban por las frías llanuras más allá del Puerto de Ibben.

  Tyrion pasó un largo rato en el sótano húmedo mientras se le consumía la antorcha, contemplando el enorme cráneo de ojos vacíos de Balerion, tratando de aprehender el tamaño del animal cuando vivía, de imaginar cómo habría sido cuando desplegaba las grandes alas negras y surcaba los cielos, respirando fuego.

[f-e-r-o-n-i-a]

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE - POLL

AEGON'S CONQUEST

NOTE: I know there is a huge possibility we won't see certain dragons, but since we don't know yet, I tried to add all dragon that could appear in the show.

Feel free to comment any dragons, I forgot to add!

[southernmotherofdragons]

King Viserys Targaryen riding Balerion Custom Funko Pops

[witchthewriter]

is GoT or HotD good?

First and foremost - everyone has their own opinion on these series and books and it can get very heated in the fandom.

Do not let that deter you from anything! I think you should definitely watch both shows and form your own opinion! Nothing has to be so black and white.

However, for me, it's very nuanced ˚⊱🪷⊰˚

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒕𝒘!

Okay my friend let us begin 🌸˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧🩷˚⋆

George RR Martin, the author of the Song of Ice and Fire world, is a brilliant writer. Amazing at worldbuilding, at expressing so many different points of view and so on. It was no wonder why/how the GoT show became so popular (George was apart of its creation on screen until the showrunners went a different way and ... 👎)

With the Game of Thrones show, I think the first 3 seasons are peak and then it just goes down hill from there. The dialogue was amazing, the physical camera work, the way you never know who could die next.

Dany, THE DRAGONS, Sansa, Margaery, the Hound, the magical aspects - that's what carried the show for me.

So then with House of the Dragon - we get to see SO MANY dragons and ... oh god, that was the best part for me. I'm sorry that I'm being predictable and a lil repetitive but I just love them! Also, watching Emma's face, they are just so gorgeous and I could watch them all day. Seriously.

Character-wise my favourites are Rhaenyra (both young and older), Helaena, Harwin Strong, Baela & Rhaena, Rhaenys, and Alys Rivers.

Plot-wise my favourite is that at times it feels Shakespearean. Especially in season two. I think season 2 is better; the pace feels better, I like a lot of the new characters but some parts are ... disappointing?

I do love the dynamic Rhaenyra has with so many ... people - that's something very interesting that I do not want to spoil.

And the costumes! Oh my god, I do think they're absolutely divine. Especially Rhaenyra's one in the first episode in the ending scene.

Also, the one thing I LOVE is the bond between dragon and their bonded rider. I could talk about it for DAYS.

If you ever need someone to talk to about this stuff, I would love to! Also, I would be so happy to be your ... guide through the shows per-say, if you didn't understand anything or maybe you want to vent etc. This goes for everyone!

[athzhowakar]

Queen of Hidden Evils (Chapter II)

✒️ Maegor × Toxic OC wife

✒️ Summary: Lord Rosby has accepted King Maegor's marriage proposal for his widowed sister. The Rosbys arrive at the Red Keep for the wedding. Rhaena sees Maegor's new wife and feels that she needs a taste of her uncle's new wife too. (Wedding & bedding ceremony)

✒️ Trigger warning: Mature content

✒️ Previous part: Chapter I

Red Keep:

The sound of carriages and horses approached the gates of the Red Keep. The carriages finally arrived and the travellers stepped out. The herald announced, “Lord Jon Rosby and Lady Elinor Rosby, the Lord and the Lady of Rosby. Lord Rosby's sister, Lady Lucinda Rosby and his niece, Lady Prunella Stokeworth.”

The guests saw a young silver haired lady standing there to welcome them. She was dressed in a purple silk gown. The lavish dress and the ornaments made it easier for them to recognise her.

Rhaena did not really want to welcome them but Maegor insisted that she should. So as it was planned, Rhaena stood there along with her ladies-in-waiting and watched the newly arrived guests with the eyes of a hawk.

Rhaena did not know how to feel about Lucinda. Her uncle had married several women besides herself. She found Ceryse to be rather stubborn and Alys was an adulteress who tried to betray none other than Maegor himself. Tyanna was an evil sorceress and Jeyne seemed rather uninteresting. Elinor seemed to be full of hatred while lacking courage to kill Maegor herself.

However, Lucinda was not like any of them. Rhaena wondered how she must have felt when she became the cause of her husband's death and why she remained unmarried for so many years.

Rhaena saw Lucinda walking towards her. She had worn a black gown and a grey headdress which was studded with rubies. It was an odd combination of colours but nevertheless, it looked good on her. Lady Lucinda, a woman of eight and twenty years of age, was way older than Rhaena and Elinor, the only surviving wives of Maegor. There was no hint of child-like innocence on her round face. However, she was extremely beautiful in a way that no one else was. “Where was she hiding all these years?” Rhaena wondered.

Soon enough, Rhaena and Lucinda were standing face-to-face. Lucinda greeted Rhaena with a curtsy and a smile on her face.

“Your admirers don't do justice to your beauty, My Lady,” Rhaena said.

Lucinda laughed and said, “You flatter me, Your Grace. My beauty will go begging in front of your youthful face and beauty.”

Rhaena instructed one of the servants to show the guests, their chambers. She then walked to Maegor's chamber and found him wiping the sweat off his body.

Maegor looked at her and smirked. “I was sparring in the training yard. If I had known that my wife was looking for me, I would have returned earlier,” he said.

Rhaena sighed and replied, “I came here to tell you that the Rosbys have arrived. And Uncle, I saw her.”

“Whom?” Maegor asked.

“Lucinda Rosby,” Rhaena replied.

Maegor placed a necklace on her neck and kissed her ears saying, “Do not fuck her before I do.”

Rhaena snapped at him, “What makes you think that I am going to do that?”

In response, Maegor said no word and kissed Rhaena on her lips.

The wedding took place a week later. It was attended by all the Lords and Ladies of the Seven Kingdoms.

The ceremony took place in the Grand Sept atop Visenya's Hill. When it was time for the ceremony, Lucinda and Maegor stood in front of each other. Lord Rosby removed his sister's cloak and Maegor placed a cloak of his own house colours her shoulders. They took their vows and the septon declared them man and wife.

The wedding feast however, took place in the Red Keep. It was a grand feast with meat of seven kinds, fishes of five kinds and wine of eight kinds. Lucinda sat quietly at the high table beside Maegor and ate only lamb meat. Maegor noticed that his wife did not even drink a single sip of wine. He was curious but still, he did not exchange any word with her during the feast.

Rhaena seemed to be more excited about this wedding than Maegor himself. Maegor knew the reason even if others didn't. As the feast ended, she announced, “My Lords and Ladies, now it is time for the bedding ceremony.”

Everyone started shouting, “Bed them! Bed them! Bed them!”

Rhaena announced, “My Lords, you may escort Queen Lucinda to the King's chamber. My Ladies can help the King. His Grace is more than willing to go if beautiful ladies call him.”

Maegor did not know whether he was supposed to feel embarrassed or angry at Rhaena's words.

The Lords were afraid of touching Lucinda. Who knows what might incur the wrath of Maegor the Cruel? So they just accompanied her as she walked towards Maegor's chamber.

The Ladies weren't interested in disrobing Maegor either. However, Rhaena seemed unnaturally enthusiastic about that. She joked about Ser Bennard Stokeworth, Lucinda's dead husband and his paramour's death as she pinched Maegor and took off his clothing one by one.

Finally, Maegor entered his chamber in only his pants and found his fully dressed wife standing in front of him.

“The Lords weren't interested in disrobing you, it seems,” Maegor remarked.

“Mayhaps it is because, the last man who saw me naked died,” Lucinda replied with a straight face.

Maegor was slightly disturbed by that. With an awkward smile, he said, “And the women who see me naked stay alive all the time. That might have encouraged the ladies to disrobe me.”

With a scary smile on her face, which widened as she approached Maegor, Lucinda asked, “Did it really?”

“Mayhaps,” Maegor replied.

He held his wife's waist and pulled her closer. Lucinda made him sit at the edge of the bed. Then she sat on his lap. Maegor pulled her face closer by holding her chin and kissed her lips. The reciprocal was fierce and Lucinda managed to bite his lower lips and draw blood.

Lucinda's left hand glided on Maegor's bare back. Her right hand was playing with the hair on his chest.

“You seem to like my chest hair a lot,” Maegor said.

“I have never seen anyone with silver chest hair before,” Lucinda replied.

Maegor slowly untied the laces of his wife's gown. Once he was done, he was met with the sight of her milky white teats with pink nipples. Lucinda bit her lips as he began to play with her nipples.

Seeing that, Maegor squeezed her teats which made her gasp. He did that again and she bit his ear and then kissed it. She tried to stand up but Maegor pulled her back to his lap.

“Not so soon, my little berry,” Maegor said.

He started sucking her nipples and Lucinda could not stop herself from moaning. He then placed her on the bed and pulled off her gown completely. She was then fully naked in front of him. He touched the stretch marks on her belly and licked her navel.

Her cunt was properly shaved. However, Maegor could see some tiny sprouts of hair from which he could deduce that her cunt hair was black just like the hair on her head. He pinched the clitoris which made Lucinda scream.

“Your Grace! It hurts!” she screamed.

“Pleasure comes after pain, my little berry. Have patience,” he replied, laughing.

He teased it as she kept wriggling and after sometime, she shot her fluids right at him. Lucinda took heavy breaths. Maegor then left her clitoris which was sore by this point. He then proceeded to put one finger inside her cunt. It slid inside very easily. That one finger was followed by two more. Lucinda grabbed the bedsheet and her nails bore holes into it as Maegor moved his fingers in and out of her cunt. She reached her peak once again. She felt Maegor taking out the three fingers that were inside. She had thought that it was over but just then, Maegor inserted his entire hand into her cunt. She screamed so loudly that it almost burst Maegor's eardrums. But he did not care. He continued to do what he was doing. Soon enough, his wife reached her peak once again and shot a load of fluid right at him.

By this time, Maegor's bed looked so wet that a man would assume that someone had urinated on it.

Maegor took off his pants and let out his cock which looked like a snake which was ready to bite. His cock was painfully hard. He thrust it inside Lucinda's cunt and kept moving it in and out. He lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders for better access. Within no time, his wife reached her peak. Maegor tightened his grip on her thighs and quickened his pace. Lucinda had no control of her throat anymore. Her sounds of pleasure were echoing in the corridors. She screamed as she peaked again.

Maegor loosened his grip a little and taking advantage of that, she tried to pull down her legs from his shoulders. But Maegor tightened his grip, not letting her move. He kept thrusting her as deeper as he reached his own peak of pleasure and spilled his seeds into her womb. Lucinda stayed still so that his seeds may take root.

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To be continued

[kingcunny]

okay sorry one more

viserys (jaes older brother) was tortured to death under maegors orders. viserys (jaes first grandson) claims balerion. maegors dragon.

like i cannnoootttt image jae was happy about this. that even if he managed to get past the name thing he wouldve liked vis after this.

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 7/?)

Series Masterlist

Kingslanding

39 ac 

Rhaella's pov

I remember the day Maegor left for Esso, it was the night he claimed Balarion. He told Papa he would stay for his coronation and then he wanted to see the world. 

To say this hurt me would be an understatement, it destroyed me. So much so Papa had sent letters asking, no begging him to come back. Though he never said why, so why should Maegor come back for nothing when he could have a woman around him at all hours and the first wines and food at his beck and call?

It took months for me to not tear up at the mention of my uncle. The only one who seemed to understand my pain was Meraxes. For she lost her mate the day I lost my dear uncle. 

If I didn't have Meraxes, who knows if I would breathing here and now as a seamstress makes me a lovely burgundy dress. It has golden dragons embroidered along the sleeves and neckline. 

“You will look lovely for your sister's nameday.” Mother says from behind me as her own seamstress fits her in a sea foam green dress with gold accents. 

“I can't believe she's ten and six today “ I say with a air of awe. 

Mother giggles at this. “You say that as if you didn't turn ten and seven just last moon.”

I roll my eyes but give her a cheeky grin. “Yes well, it's different. I knew I was of marriage age, but for Rhaena to be? Well, let's just say I know lords will be nipping at my heels more often.” 

“Oh, so you wanted another moon or two to ignore your impending marriage?” She responds as she holds various jeweled necklaces to her throat. 

“The emeralds.” 

She looks my way with a frown. “You don't think it all blends too much? Perhaps the diamonds?” 

I shake my head furiously. “I adore the diamonds, but your dress has gold and the diamond necklace is made of silver. It will clash too much. And besides, the emeralds are dark enough it blends perfectly.” 

She holds both before relenting and clipping the emeralds necklace against her slim neck. 

“You never answered my question. Don't think I don't know ow what you were trying there.” She teases moving over to my jewlery once she put her matching earrings on.

I sigh rolling my eyes playfully. “Perhaps, but I mostly don't want her to feel this stress.” 

She looks at me through the mirror as she holds a ruby necklace to my neck. “You always did look after your siblings. I don't think I could have asked for a better daughter.” 

She seems to decide the rubies didn't look good as she put them back only to rest my gold and diamond necklace. 

“Isn't that too ostentatious?” I ask as she moves to clip it behind my intricate braids. 

“Not at all, mayhaps if you were wearing something more intricate like me. But your dress is simple enough that a necklace like this will show all what you are.” 

“And what is that?” 

She smiles as she rests her chin against my shoulder looking at me through the floor-length mirror. 

“A dragon.” 

With that she takes my hand telling me we need to make sure Rhaena didn't ruin her dress in some way.

I smile when we enter finding Rhaena standing in front of her mirror taking in her dress.

It's a rich velvet purple with sapphires and diamonds along the neckline. She wears a sapphire choker necklace that matches the tiara on her head.

“You look beautiful. A woman grown.” I say startling her as she whips around so fast her tiara almost falls off.

“Don't scare me like that.” She hisses fixing her hair and tiara. 

“Apologies.” I say fighting the laughter that bubbles in my throat. 

She only sighs eyeing herself again with critical eyes. She has been so nervous this moon, mayhaps the whole year, for her nameday.

I don't blame her though, her girlhood is finally finished weather she likes it or not. She is a woman grown, and when your a woman grown the court believes you must wed. The longer me and her fight it the more rumors will spread of us. 

“Calm down, it's your nameday, your not being bethrothed tonight nor anytime soon.” I reassure her as I help her fix her tiara so it's no longer lopsided. 

“Easy enough to say, but this is court, and they were already upset Father didn't marry us as soon as we bled.” 

I frown at the reminder of all of Father's council trying to find me a match when they found out I had finally gotten my moons blood. It was down right cruel, I was only ten and two barely old enough to be asked down to dance. But those lords did not see it that way, it was only when my Father threatened them with Quicksilver that they relented. 

I know they had continued to push the subject, I had heard Maegor threatening the previous Master of Coin when he brought it up again. And I know if they have enough confidence to demand I the favorite of Niece of Maegor, they most definitely have for Rhaena ad well. 

“That may be right, but last I checked they are not the King. I believe that title goes to Father, and as King no one can question it he prolongs your courtship. He did it for me, why shouldn't he do it for you?” 

This seems to calm Rhaena as her shoulders finally slack and she smiles back at me over her shoulder. 

“Fair enough.” She says with a shrug of her shoulder trying to act nonchalant.

I can't fight my laughter this time and freely let it full the room Rhaena and Mother not too far behind me. 

“It's time for your celebration.” Mother says taking Rhaena's hand in hers as she stares sadly up at her. 

She pushes a bit of hair behind Rhaena's ear taking in her youngest daughter. “Oh, how is this possible? It seeks like yesterday you two were just two tots causing mayhem in the halls of Dragonstone. And yet now, you are both woman grown ready to find a husband.” There is no denying the sadness in Mother's voice. But we both know better than to speak of it, the Queen needs to stay strong, not crumbling at the sight of her children grown.

“Stop it, Mother, you will make me cry and ruin this beautiful dress.” Rhaena says swiping at her eyes for any stray tears that wish to make themselves known

Mother chuckles wiping at her own eyes before nodding. “No more tears my girls. We must stand strong.” 

We both nod before Mother and Rhaena leave the room with me slowly following after them. 

I can't help but feel bitterness when Rhaena and Aegon see each other. To the court it's clear they care deeply for one another, but I know they are in love. Rhaena told me as much. 

It is not that my siblings found love that I feel bitterness though. It is that they get to be close to the one they love, while I must wonder and pray for the one I love to come back to me. And who knows if he will come back alone. 

“Aegon, you look rather handsome.” Rhaena says taking in our brother. 

To be fair Aegon does look father dapper in his black jerkin and red undershirt. His blade rests against his hip, where it always lays unless he sleeps.

“And you look gorgeous, Sister.” Aegon replies bending down to kiss Rhaena's hand. 

I roll my eyes as I pass them turning just before I enter the throne room. “Could you not make the court gag at your love doveyness?” I tease playful, laughing when Rhaena gasps going to speak but instead only incoherent words meet the air. 

I quickly sit next to Mother waiting for Rhaena to make her grand entrance. “Her and Aegon can hardly keep the hearts out of their eyes.” I whisper to Mother who covers her mouth as she stifles a laugh

“Those two.” She whispers with a shake of her head. 

We both snicker as Rhaena and Aegon enter together before making their way to their appointed seats for the evening. 

“Gods could they be more obvious?” Mother says and I can't fight the unladylike snort that leaves me.

“Probably not.” 

This makes her burst out laughing, and while most men would hear or see this and become furious with their wife’s indelicate behavior, Father embraces it. He leans over to ask what has her gigging with a smile on his face, and if his own chuckle and teasing glace towards Rhaena and Aegon is any indicator she must have told him what we speak of. 

Once Mother has calmed down Father stands starting his speech. 

“Welcome, I wish to thank you all for coming to this most joyous occasion. My little girl is no longer a little girl, she is a woman grown. So let us feast and dance tonight and celebrate this week for my daughter, Rhaena.” He says holding his goblet of wine up in cheers before taking a sip and taking his seat again.

It is well into the feast when another person enters the throne room. I look away from Mother and our conversation when a hush fills the chambers. 

And the sight I find both fills me with rage and with pure joy. There in front of us is the one person I had been dying to see, who has broken my heart into nothing but shards of glass. And yet I can’t help but rise from my seat and rush down the stairs and run towards him. 

“Prince Maegor Targaryen, rider of Balerion and weilder of Dark Sister!” 

I don’t care if the court whispers for the years to come because of my actions, all I care about is that the one person who makes me feel safe, makes me feel whole is back at last. And with that thought I rush into his arms and eh holds me close envelopiung me in his strong arm and woodsy scent. 

“I’m back ñuha prūmia. And I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” He whipsers in my ear. I feel comfort in his words, but even in my state of bliss I don’t miss the edge of more in his promise. 

But for now I decide to ignore it and just let the joy of my dear Uncle being back with me after these long three years.

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