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Alla is particularly wanted by her cousin Lady Samantha Hightower and political counterparts Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and Lady-Paramount Jeyne Arryn, as well as by Prince Aegon Targaryen, Queen Alicent Hightower, Lord Kermit Tully, Ruling-Princess Aliandra Martell, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Lady Bethany Merryweather, and Lady Cassandra Baratheon.

Note: Character traits, faceclaim, and details are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!

Character biography under the cut

Born the ninth of thirteen children in the prolific Rowan family, Alla Tyrell (née Rowan) is 24, and the Lady of Highgarden and Lady-Regent of the Reach, following the unexpected death of her husband, Lord Arys Tyrell. She has transformed what many assumed would be a fleeting regency into a role of enduring authority and influence. Armed with a razor-sharp intellect, effortless grace, and an unwavering ambition, Alla has redefined expectations, carving a space for herself as one of the most compelling and commanding figures in the Seven Kingdoms. The circumstances surrounding Lord Arys’ death remain unremarkable on the surface, but whispers linger. Some claim that Alla’s hand guided his fate—be it through a deftly administered poison or more arcane, forbidden means. Her apparent lack of mourning has only stoked the fire, earning her the nickname “The Dowager of Illusions”. Under her leadership, Highgarden has become the place to be. It’s a court full of decadence, intrigue, and beauty, a reflection of Alla herself. She keeps a string of lovers without a shred of shame, brushing off judgment with the same ease she wields her charm. Alla knows exactly how to read a room, how to work people to her advantage, and how to stay three steps ahead. She can win over a rival with a laugh, destroy an opponent with a single word, and look stunning while doing it. Beneath the glamour, Alla is smart, calculating, and fiercely ambitious. She’s not afraid to make bold moves or take risks, and she’s proven time and time again that she knows how to win. Whether she’s building alliances or cutting ties, every decision is deliberate, every step carefully planned. Some call her a widow of fortunate timing; others, a mastermind who played her hand to perfection. But one thing is certain: Alla Tyrell was born for power, and she has no intention of relinquishing it. Highgarden, and the Reach itself, may never know a ruler of her like again. Suggested faceclaim: Rose Williams in Sanditon

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To Love A Lannister

chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Months had passed when you were finally sent back to the Capital, accompanied by your cousin Prince Oberyn and his beloved paramour Ellaria Sand.

King Joffrey was to marry Princess Margaery Tyrell of Highgarden. It was a month-long preparation for the wedding and you had insisted, against Oberyn's wishes, to arrive earlier than expected. To keep appearances, as you quoted your own father. 

And you knew it wouldn't be too long since you'd get to meet Cersei again. You promised to be on your utmost behavior for the entire duration of the trip. But three days had since passed and you hadn't seen the Queen herself.

Until one small celebration in light of the King's engagement brought you back to her. A tourney was being held as requested by the King himself.

"Your Grace. Lord Tywin," Oberyn greeted the moment you both appeared in front of Cersei and her father, Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock.

"Prince Oberyn," Tywin said back. Cersei forced an uptight smile, that was until she looked at you, her smile turning into a frown. Her eyes spoke of sudden curiosity.

"I don't believe you have met Y/n," Oberyn went on, chucking some grapes into his mouth as he talked. "This is the Lord Hand, Tywin Lannister, and Cersei Lannister, the Queen Regent."

"My Lord," you said, bowing a little, then you met Cersei's gaze. "Your Grace."

"Charmed," Tywin said.

"Are you a bastard in Dorne? I don't believe we have met before," Cersei answered. And you could not muster back a response.

"Y/n here is my cousin," Oberyn replied. "She is the only daughter of Y/f/n Martell. And we don't despise bastards in Dorne."

Cersei raised her eyebrow. "No? How tolerant of you."

"I expect it is a relief, Queen Cersei," Oberyn continued, "You are about to give up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must've left your neck a bit crooked."

"I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn," Cersei curtly replied. "It's a shame your older brother won't be able to attend the wedding."

And they went back and forth with their harmless yet sharp banters. All the time your eyes never left Cersei. You just found yourself unable to look away.

Yes, she was vicious and cruel. But you were willing to see her, truly see that there's still kindness underneath.

~~~

You weren't meant to meddle. But you just saw King Joffrey almost killed some squires in training over swordfight in the courtyard. And no one stopped him, not even when Cersei arrived and you thought she'd stopped it.

"That's a Valyrian sword, that is, right, Your Grace?" you began, stopping Joffrey from slicing the arm off the small squire. "I've never seen such steel for a long time. It must be an honor to have held it through the war. You were incredible."

Joffrey was about to strike whoever it was that disrupted him but when he saw a lady like you, especially from house Martell, he controlled himself. "Yes, My Lady," he said, showing off his blade. "A lot of blood has painted and blessed this blade."

You smiled, even when you were internally laughing, knowing he only got the sword from his grandfather a day ago. Then you unsheathed your sword from yours, making him jump and step a foot back from you.

"I've always wanted to fight with you, Your Grace," you said, then added quickly, "that is if you would permit it. To be trained by you would be an honor I'd carry back to me in Dorne."

Joffrey chuckled, as he swung his sword rather arrogantly, knowing a lady like you wouldn't be a threat. "As my lady wishes," he answered, a sneer on his face.

Your eyes darted back behind him where his mother Cersei was staring with a cold look on her face. And you winked her way and smiled.

It didn't even last thirty seconds when you had managed to disarm the King which led him unto the ground, his sword meters away, as he covered his face in fear.

But you only held your hand as you helped him stand. You could only chuckle as he pushed you away and began to head inside, his knights on his feet.

"Thank you for the lesson, My King!" you yelled back as you laughed. Then you turned to meet Cersei's glare at you before she went back inside the castle.

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Oberyn and Ellaria treated you with whores of your choosing at a certain brothel near the Red Keep. To them, it was just a usual day. Oberyn once said that while still young and alive, he'd savor everything that is to love. And that included whores.

"So, who's it gonna be, Y/n?" Oberyn asked, as the brothel's owner presented the naked whores in front of you. "I have carefully chosen some blonde ones for you, given your current liking."

One of the whores slowly stepped towards you as she caressed your cheek and began nibbling your ear. Of course, any human being was weak to its urges.

Then the other two whores walked towards you. One began threading her fingers with your hair, while the other brushing some hair over your ear as her lips made contact unto your jaw.

"Or you could have all of them," Oberyn said, chuckling, as he threw a bag of silver towards the brothel's owner.

"Wait!" You shouted as you stepped forward just to get away from the blonde women. "As much as I find you three lovely, I'm only here to accompany my cousin to seek some sustenance for his paramour."

Oberyn laughed as he went back to the other tent, where you could see Ellaria being eaten out by another whore. "Your loss, Y/n."

You decided to wait by the counter instead, smiling at female whores winking your way.

"Saying goodbye to your old practices, My Lady?" Tyrion said as he greeted you by the door.

You could only laugh. "Well, I think it's time for me to settle, Lord Tyrion. Spending time with whores was nothing but a wonderful experience I'd wish to treasure. Now, I'm old and my father seeks for me to marry someone."

Tyrion hummed in agreement as he poured ale on his mug. "You sound like me. Those days are over now. . . . So tell me about your swordfight with the King. I heard you were quite famous in the Red Keep for standing up to him."

You both laughed as you recounted the story. Tyrion was probably the tenth person you had shared the encounter with Joffrey with.

When the night was over and you went back into your chambers in the Red Keep, you didn't expect to be stopped short by the gate entrance by Jaime Lannister himself, his handless arm held in front of his chest.

"Good evening, My Lady," he said. "The Queen Regent would like to see you in her chambers."

And for what reason, you certainly had no idea. You'd want to ask Jaime but the sound of your own footsteps and the clanking of Jaime's armor as you both headed to her only grew painfully louder each second.

"You called for me, Your Grace?" you greeted the moment you entered Cersei's chambers.

Cersei's back was at you. She was in her white underdress, her golden hair flowing freely on her back. "Yes."

One look from her at Jaime and he left the room. Then she turned to look at you.

"I see you've been enjoying your stay here at the Capital," Cersei began, as she poured herself a cup of wine. "Rather enthusiastically, I must say."

"Yes, Your Grace. It's different back in Dorne, where it's arid and dry. I love Dorne, don't get me wrong? But it's nice to be away from home even just for a short time if you know what I mean."

Cersei smirked. "You certainly had a specific taste like my brother. I believe you've met the Imp."

You stared at the floor before gazing back at her. "Well, Tyrion has showed me how wonderful the Capital is-"

"You meant the whores?"

You flinched. Cersei then offered you a glass of wine, to which you declined.

"I'm afraid I'm indisposed from drinking, Your Grace. Must be all the ale I've consumed."

You could have gotten yourself in danger by denying an offer from the Queen. But Cersei only walked past you as she stopped at the balcony, staring at the houses before her.

"It's unladylike to seek pleasures in brothels," Cersei began. "How could you disgrace yourself. No Lords would attempt to court you if they knew the truth."

You immediately replied, smiling, "I have no interest in men, Your Grace."

She turned to look at you as she sipped from her wine. "But women are merely pawns in this Kingdom. Some day you'd have to marry someone, bed with him and give him a child."

You laughed at the suggestion. But you were only met with a hard gaze. Clearly, Cersei did not find this amusing at all. "Not in Dorne, Your Grace. We are allowed to love and marry who we love."

There was complete silence as she continued to sip her wine while staring at you. You met her gaze just as fierce as she did.

It was then when you noticed how green her eyes were. "Your eyes are beautiful."

You could feel how Cersei tightened her grip around her glass, as if she couldn't believe you'd say such a thing. "Do you wish to be beheaded, Y/n? You're talking to a queen if you need reminding."

"Forgive me, Your Grace, My Queen," you quickly responded. "I didn't mean to offend you. It's just, have you ever been to the North, Your Grace?"

She only raised her eyebrow.

"Well," you went on, "when I was on a trip with my friends to the North during winter, the Northern Lights from the sky were a spectacle to see. And your eyes remind me of that beautiful spectacle."

The crackling of fire against the hearth filled the entire room. Before you could decide whether the redness from her cheeks was caused by your compliment or her drunkenness, Cersei abruptly turned herself back at you.

"See yourself out," she said.

"Your Grace." You bowed before leaving.

And as you were about to open the door, Cersei called out. "Y/n?"

"Yes, Your Grace?"

"The next time I see you shaming my son, I'll see to it myself that you will be beheaded before you can get back to Dorne."

A smirk grew on your face, knowing you had finally caught Cersei's attention. 

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SAMANTHA HIGHTOWER (BORN TARLY), LADY OF OLDTOWN

Lady Samantha Tarly, the widow of Lord Ormund Hightower, eventually remarried to his heir and her stepson, Lyonel Hightower, who only reached the age of adulthood at sixteen just as the war ended. While not technically his regent, she was so politically influential that she was considered the functional co-ruler of Oldtown. When Lord Lyonel announced his intention to marry his father's widow, the reigning High Septon forbade the union as a form of incest. However, Lyonel kept Samantha as his paramour for thirteen years and fathered six children on her. Relations between the Hightowers and the Faith of the Seven soured when the High Septon commanded Lady Sam to remove herself from her step-son's bed and take vows as a silent sister as penance. When she refused, the High Septon condemned her as a shameless fornicator and forbade her to set foot in the Starry Sept until she repented. Instead, Samantha mounted a warhorse and burst into the Starry Sept as the High Septon was leading prayer, claiming that while she could not set foot there, the High Septon had said nothing of her horse's hooves, and commanded her men to close the doors, as the sept should be closed to all if it was closed for her. Though the High Septon grew furious, he had no choice but to relent. Lady Sam protected Lotho Rogare after the fall of House Rogare. The Hightowers remained extremely wealthy as they had not entrusted any of their gold to Lys before the Rogare Bank ran dry. Lotho helped Lady Sam found the prosperous Bank of Oldtown.

WINTER OF THE WIDOWS (2/?)

Johanna Lannister // Samantha Hightower // Sharis Footly // Lady Tyrell // Alys Rivers // Sabitha Frey // Jeyne Arryn // Elenda Baratheon // Aliandra Martell

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AN- I just thought, why not 🤣🤣🤣. Also, Rhaenys is dead for the sake of this…

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

HoTD Preference

First Meeting

Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark & Criston Cole

Warnings - Incest (Targaryen)

Daemon ‘Rogue Prince’ Targaryen

You are either a noble or a part of the extended Targaryen family. Possibly a sister of Aemma.

If you are just a noble lady, then you meet at the court. Possibly at a ball thrown by the King or at a tourney, when he asked for your favour.

If you are a Targaryen (Aemma’s sister, as I am imagining), you meet at your sister’s wedding to Prince Viserys.

You two spend the entire time giggling and laughing and drinking.

Perhaps he spare you a rare dance or two.

You two fully enjoy your time together.

Aemond ‘One-Eyed’ Targaryen

You are most probably a noble lady from one of the Great Houses of Westeros, maybe a Stark or a Lannister or a Tyrell.

Your father or your brother is looking for a perfect betrothal. A good husband and a promise of alliance between your house and his.

Alicent Hightower deems you worthy for her second son.

You two met when you traveled to King’s Landing with your father.

A stroll through the gardens or perhaps a personal supper.

The first meeting was awkward with barely any words spoken, but after a few such meetings, you start to open up to each other.

Otto ‘Hand of the King’ Hightower

You are a Targaryen; younger sister to Viserys and Daemon.

You meet Otto when he is appointed the Hand of the King to the Old King Jaehaerys.

You wish not to marry for alliance; and everyone seems to respect it, surprisingly.

After his wife dies, you become a friend of his.

As much as you love your brothers; you don’t like how Daemon seems to always fight with each other.

You and Otto spend your time together reading and playing chess; or if you have any interest in politics, then you two discuss politics sometimes.

Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon

You are a Lannister; sister of Jason Lannister and Lady Regent of Casterly Rock until he marries Johanna Westerling.

You and Rhaenys had always been quite close to each other.

You meet Corlys for the first time at her funeral in Driftmark.

You offer your condolences to him about her death; to which, he only smiles and nods.

He calls you for a supper when you are in Driftmark.

You reminisce your memories of Rhaenys with him and once, your back in Casterly Rock, you send ravens back and forth.

Cregan ‘Wolf of the North’ Stark

You are Rhaenyra’s first born and the only true born Velaryon. The star of your mother’s and father’s eyes.

You are sent to the North to gain alliance with the North on dragon back.

You tamed the Bronze Fury, much to Daemon’s delight. His mere presence made the Northerners freeze with fear.

Cregan welcomed you to the North with a light small smile and a hand on your back.

You handed him the scroll written by your step father.

You later came to know that you have been betrothed to him.

Criston ‘Kingmaker’ Cole

You were a respected lady of House Dondarrion, where he and his father served.

He had asked for your favour in a tourney held in the joy of your name day.

You had been startled by his handsome features and shy behaviour.

Next, you see him when your house attends a celebration after Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding.

You were the one to seek a conversation out with him.

You two jested about all the fat lords and the envious ladies in search of a suitor all night.

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What I would do if I was Alicent Hightower in HotD

Prepare Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron for the throne by making sure they’re all well educated. Since the Lords weren’t sworn to fealty to Helaena like Viserys did with Rhaenyra her claim would mean very little.

Marry Helaena off to the Lord of House Tyrell to get their support.

Marry Daeron off to Lady Jeyne Arryn and put together a household of servants loyal to me to be sent with Daeron to the Vale and receive reports in case her loyalty begins to waver.

Encourage Daeron to lie with her until she was pregnant and had a baby, then assassinate her and have Daeron made Regent until the little grandbaby came of age and supports the rule of Aegon.

Allow rumors of Rhaenyra’s children to grow.

Continue the strange relationship with Larys and keep him on my side and have him help in my assassinations.

During Laena’s funeral I’d speak with Corlys about wedding Baela to Aegon. If he doesn’t accept, I’d have Viserys speak to him about it, then consult with Rhaenys.

Have Larys help in killing Laenor and conspire to make it obvious that it was Daemon and Rhaenyra. Then suggest again to Rhaenys while she’s vulnerable from her child’s death to accept having Baela wed Aegon.

When Aemond loses his eye I’d prepare to leave Driftmark with my children and Baela but not before having a servant sneak poison into Daemon’s food.

When Rhaenyra leaves for Dragonstone I’ll take advantage of her absence and start slowly allowing Viserys to get sicker.

In her absence, I’d start a secret personal treasury and take bribes and give favors to lords in the court to gain their support.

Meet with Mysaria under the pretense of stopping the secret fights, once we meet I’ll have her killed.

Have a lavish wedding for Baela and Aegon.

Invite all of Lord Borros’ daughters to the wedding and let Aemond mingle with them before asking him to choose one as a bride.

Have a nice talk with the greedy sons of lords I had yet to convince to join in supporting Aegon’s succession. I’d conspire with them and help in their ascension to their father’s seats.

A few days before the wedding I’d have all of Aegon’s servants replaced with eunuchs.

Put poison in Viserys’ milk of the poppy and have his body guarded by loyal servants. Then have any Lords whom I don’t know that are explicitly loyal to my children and I thrown in the dungeon.

I’ll also have the Kingsguard replaced with people loyal to Aegon. I’d also have multiple poison tasters put in Aegon and all of my children’s service.

During the wedding I’d send a letter to Dragonstone questioning Luke’s succession to Driftmark and have Rhaenyra come to King’s Landing.

While they’re traveling, I’d hold a private ceremony naming Aegon king in front of the Lords of Westeros. Then immediately have a public coronation as well.

To keep Aegon in check I’d buy the most beautiful women from Lys and have them keep him well pleasured, though I’d also encourage him to bed Baela in order to produce at least a single male heir though it wouldn’t be much of an issue since Aemond and Daeron are alive.

When Rhaenyra and her sons arrive I’d have Criston take one of Lucerys’ eyes and have it neatly put in an ornate jeweled sapphire box and presented to Aemond.

Rhaenyra and her sons would then live out their days peacefully on Dragonstone but heavily guarded. I’d have Jace married to a woman of House Hightower. Lucerys would be married to a woman of House Lannister and Joffrey would be a ward in King’s Landing.

After that I’d prepare a wedding for Aemond and whichever one of Lord Borros’ daughters he chose.

When the wedding is over I’d have Daeron dispatched with Tessarion to Winterfell and have Cregon’s son, Rickon, taken to the Vale and raised as a ward there.

Have dinner with Larys with his food secretly poisoned now that he outlived his use.

When all the tireless scheming is over with I’d spoil the grandkids and then die.

Should I make one for if I were Rhaenyra? Or other characters.

I made this purely for fun, I didn’t really put much logic into it.

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Thinking about how Otto Hightower sent a raven to Highgarden asking support for Aegon and the Regent Lady Tyrell responded with “but I’m just a girl” & sent support for Rhaenyra instead. I love Tyrell women. 🍃💐

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the daughters of lady aurynn mormont, deemed the great bear cubs

In 130 AC, Lady Aurynn, who had recently turned three and ten, still young for her age, by her royal husband Crown Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, welcomed their first and only child, their daughter Visenya. The labour had been long and perilous, but, call it luck or godly favour, mother and child survived. As he had promised, Prince Jacaerys wrote to Lord Cregan of the birth of the birth of his future daughter-in-law. Although Jacaerys perished at seventeen in the Battle of the Gullet, mother and child survived the Dance and Visenya went to live to Winterfell earlier than expected to one day marry Rickon Stark.

In 134 AC, borne of Lord Cregan Stark, Lyanna Stark was born. She was quiet, shy but still intelligent and kind. Her mother had been seven and ten by then, and had a better birth than with her first child. She went on to marry wealthy Viktor Fell.

In 138 AC, Jeyne Stark was born. She had been named after the late Lady Jeyne Arryn, who had been admired by Lady Mormont, and a formidable regent for King Aegon III. She was the most beautiful and vain of all of her sisters, and went on to secure a match for herself with Lord Lyonel Tyrell

In 140 AC, Alayne Stark was born. She was studious, cunning, cautious and always two steps ahead, and adept with both the lyre and the sword. This earned her a marriage with Loreon Lannister. Despite being twenty years her elder, they got along well and seemed very fond of one another.

In 143 AC, Lysandra Stark was the last born daughter of the marriage, for Lady Aurynn was considered entering her old age. She was brave, ferocious and headstrong, playful and willful. During a visit to Storm's End, it is said that Lord Royce Baratheon clicked with Lysandra, and, taking into advantage the impending separation of Lady Mormont and Lord Stark, asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted if he helped sway the council to make her separation happen. The moment the document was signed and official, Aurynn shipped Lysa to her husband-to-be. They had a happy and blissful marriage.

In 155 AC, Lady Aurynn Mormont, now wife of Alyn Velaryon and Lady of the Tides, baffled everyone by giving birth to her last daughter at the age of four and forty, Daena Velaryon. She was an incredible beauty, and would be a notorious figure during the first Blackfyre Rebellion.

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Terrible Fic Idea #71: The Night's Watch, but make it found family

Maester Aemon is perhaps my favorite character in ASOIAF. He could have been king. He could have lived a life of luxury as a prince in the south. He could easily have forsaken all his vows and risen to the most dizzying heights - and chose to remain sworn to guard the realm of men twice over as a maester of the Night's Watch.

So I thought: What would it take to give Maester Aemon the best possible ending?

Aka: The Maekar the Maester Fic

Just imagine it:

Everything follows canon - until the Greyjoy Rebellion, where Ned falls to a lucky crossbow bolt during the Siege of Pyke.

King Robert razes the castle in his fury, not bothering to evacuate the remaining Greyjoys or the common folk who took refuge in the castle. It is a massacre - but it puts the fear of god in the surviving Ironborn. The new Lord Reaper Rodrik Harlaw remains a faithful servant for all his days.

Back in Winterfell, 6-year-old Robb Stark is the new Lord Paramount of the North. His mother, Lady Catelyn, is his regent. And one of her first acts is to send her husband's bastard to the Wall. Which endears her to very few, as first graders have no place in a military organization even in Medieval times.

Benjen is away on a ranging at the time, so the Lord Commander entrusts young Jon's care to the only other man he can trust: Maester Aemon.

This works out better than anyone might have expected, because although Aemon is nearly 90 years old and has limited experience with children, the pair get on in a way that they really shouldn't given their vast difference in age and experience. But young Jon is bright and lively and curious, and Aemon has been lonely and lacking mental stimuli for most of his time at the Wall.

By the time Benjen returns from his ranging, the maester has already been dubbed Uncle Aemon and Benjen has to navigate co-parenting with a man who thinks teaching a young boy to stitch sword wounds is an appropriate learning activity.

(Benjen also has to navigate the urge to ride down to Winterfell and murder his brother's widow, and doesn't for the sole reason his nieces and nephews are too young to be orphaned.)

Jon grows up in the Night's Watch. He absorbs everything that there is to learn with the bright-eyed eagerness of a child - and though Jeor would hate to admit it, makes Castle Black a more enjoyable place to live. By age fourteen he can swing a sword, plan a ranging, sew a wound, cook a meal, repair a sword, patch a castle wall, chart the stars; track an animal, skin and butcher it, and name its bones afterwards; mix wildfire, and recite every piece of dragonlore he's ever learned - including a few slivers of knowledge that were normally only saved for dragonlords.

At fourteen he's allowed to make his Night's Watch vows.

The night before, Maester Aemon calls Jon into his chambers and tells him that could not be prouder of Jon if he were his own son.

Jon admits that he's wished many times over the years that Aemon was his father and considers him the father of his heart - more than Ned Stark, who he hardly remembers; more than Benjen, whose duties often keep him away; more than Jeor, who is kind but distant.

There are many tears and much hugging and more confessions, but at the end of it Aemon adopts Jon - perhaps through some Valeryian blood ritual - and gifts him the name Maeker, after his own father.

Canon proceeds apace elsewhere, save that when Jon Arryn dies, Robert rides to Highgarden at Renly's urging to name Mace Tyrell Hand of the King - and sends a raven in the opposite direction to summon Sansa as a bride for Joffrey.

Mace, through an almost comical series of events, comes to the same realization that Ned did in canon: that Cersei's children are not Robert's. Rather than try to have her step aside gracefully, he attempts to blackmail the queen into retiring to a motherhouse so that Margery can take her place... This does not go well.

Westeros erupts into war. It follows canon very closely - save that Cersei tries to use Sansa's presence in King's Landing to blackmail the North into fighting on Joffrey's side. Robb still ends up being named King in the North, this time more out of the urging of bannermen angry at how much the Southron wars have cost the North instead of revenge.

All this largely passes Maekar by on the Wall. He remains behind during the Great Ranging, serving at Aemon's assistant and apprentice. When the survivors return with news of the Others, he's skeptical but willing to hear the evidence - and wins the election for 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

As the War for the Dawn looms, Maekar sends messengers to each of the remaining kings for aide. Only Daenerys Targaryen responds, intrigued by everything she's been told by the messenger of the man they call Maekar the Maester, the adopted son of her Great-Uncle.

While Daenerys journeys north, Maester Aemon dies in his bed with Maekar at his side. With his last breaths, he gifts Maekar his maester's chain, saying that he has more than earned it - and that Maekar shall go down in history as the greatest of all Targaryens.

Daenerys grows even more intrigued by Maekar when she arrives at the Wall, but respects his desire to honor his vows. They remain great friends for the rest of their lives, sending entire flocks of ravens back and forth. Together they lead their forces against the Night's King-

-a task made easier when Bran and Meera Reed show up on the wrong side of the Wall, having slain the Three-Eyed Raven and raided his hoard. Amongst which are Blackfyre and Dark Sister.

Blackfyre is truly a massive sword and with dragonsteel in such short supply Daenerys allows Maekar to wield the Conqueror's blade in battle, as she cannot.

The War for the Dawn continues for another year - just long enough for the other kingdoms to realize what's happening and send a handful of reinforcements - before Maekar manages to slay the Night's King. Daenerys is able to destroy the last of the Others with her dragons...

...and when she lands, Maekar wastes no time in returning Blackfyre to her keeping.

A Great Council is held in the south. Though they try to offer the crown to Maekar, the hero of the War for the Dawn and (now wildly known thanks to Bran) rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Maekar refuses. They eventually grant the crown to Daenerys, who rules fairly and well for sixty years. She names her eldest son Maekar after her dearest friend.

Bonuses include: 1) Dozens of small character moments between Aemon and Maekar, showing the development of their relationship and depth of the feeling they share over the years; 2) Maekar inadvertently playing matchmaker more times than you'd expect of a man in a celibate organization. This should include hitting Bran and Meera over the head until they realize they've been crushing on each other for years, and getting Dany to give the minor lord she ends up marrying a chance; and 3) Young Jon breathing so much life into Castle Black that it's nearly unrecognizable from canon by the time Sam joins up. It's still cold, but it's not so miserable. It is, in fact, a home.

This is actually an idea I've had kicking around for a while and have only finally managed to put down. As always, feel free to adopt this most beloved of buns, just link back if you do anything with it.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Maekar the Maester | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Queen of Nightingales | Red Queen | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird | Visneya the Victorious | Wolf Queen

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Many, many thanks to @riotarttherite for her incredible work on this portrait of my ASOIAF OC, Daisy ✨️

{ Born to Lord Humfrey Bridges and Lady Helen Rhysling, Daisy was raised in Highgarden as a companion to Margaery Tyrell. They were said to be very close and were sometimes seen playing Knights and Maidens, with the little Margaery as the maiden and Daisy assuming the role of the knight. Their bond remained uncommonly strong as they grew and endured even as they were separated by circumstances. Though fostering is uncommon for girls, Daisy came to Highgarden with her older brother Harlan, who was a page, and later squire for the Tyrells. She has a younger brother, Florian, an acolyte at the Citadel, and a younger sister, Poppy, a novice at Motherhouse in Tumbleton.

Lord Bridges arranged her betrothal to Ser Nathan Santagar, son of Ser Symon Santagar of Spottswood and Lady Sarra Gargalen, having met Ser Symon during Robert's Rebellion and formed an uncommon friendship with the Dornish knight. Though Lady Helen and Ser Harlan argued against the match, not wanting to send Daisy off to Dorne, the marriage was celebrated in Spottswood after the long journey from house Briges' seat of Learcastle in the Dornish Marches. Their marriage was a success right away, and love grew between them soon after, although some of their Dornish relatives from the Gargalen branch disliked the idea of Nathan marrying the daughter of a Marcher lord from the Reach.

Lady Daisy was dutiful as a maiden and noble as a woman grown and a wife. She maintained appearances and decorum when they were needed. Her temperament was, for the most part, joyful and optimistic, though she could be stubborn and willful at times. It was said by her family that she was very susceptible to bad influences and would often find herself in trouble as a child as a result of pranks she played on other children as a means to entertain herself and her companions. As a woman grown, she indulged in those Dornish customs that women of the other Kingdoms do not partake in and oftentimes took on some of her husband's pride and short temper, as well as his tendency towards recklessness. Lady Sarra often deplored that her daughter in law did not guide her son along the path of duty and discipline as much as she would have liked her to do.

Lady Daisy and Ser Nathan attended the royal wedding of Queen Margaery and King Joffrey's in Prince Oberyn Martell's retinue in place of Ser Symon, who was ill with a lasting fever. During the wedding feast, a knight of Lord Mathis Rowan's household stabbed Ser Nathan, though he sustained no severe injury. Lady Daisy sought justice with the Queen Regent but was rejected after Her Grace took offence to her demands. They left the capital soon after Prince Oberyn was slain and went home to Spottswood.

After Lady Sylva Santagar, with whom Daisy became great friends, was disinherited due to her involvement in Princess Arianne's plot, Ser Nathan became heir to Spottswood. This somewhat troubled their plans to tour the Free Cities of Essos that they wished to explore while they were still young. }

Daisy's story beyond ADWD, as well as some details, are not yet clear to me (they might be if TWOW comes out or if I choose to follow the Preston Jacobs fanfic, which I love), but she and her husband go on to have three children; a daughter called Olenna, and the twins Alyssa and Arion.

I'll update this post as I clarify some of the points :)

[asongofgoldenfireandblackblood]

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[julessworldd]

Queen of the North- Robb Stark x Tyrell!OC

A/n: I haven’t wrote in so long so I’m sorry if it sucks. I just wanted to see if I could still write. Tyrell!reader/Oc, I’m seeing a mix of Margery and Alicent when I wrote this. More of Alicent since i described her with auburn curly hair and dressed in her green some. But feel free to have your faceclaim :) I apologize in advance if the smut is too porn like or like a 13 year old Wattpad.

Warning: p in v, fingering, pussy slapping, mention of female masturbating, meandom! Robb. Squirting, overstimulation. Unprotected sex(Wrap it before you tap it). Stabbing, wreck, death/grief, depression, mention of SA, pregnancy(trying)

Tags: @valeskafics @foxyanon @angelwonie had to tag my fellow Robb lovers 🫶🏻

Lydia couldn’t sleep, the camp was still awake and thriving, Margarey’s snores were loud. Margarey swore she didn’t snore but Lydia knew that wasn’t true. Deciding she couldn’t sleep she got out of bed. Pulled on her green robe and walked out of the tent. The bannermen were drinking around fires, laughing, some had women on their laps as they forgot about the war. Nobody even noticed Lydia walking away as she sighed.

Robb couldn’t sleep either, he had too much on his mind. Avenging his father, getting his sisters back to Winterfell, taking the north’s independence back. All at 16 years old, a few months ago he was helping Bran with his bow and arrow, laughing with Jon and Theon. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be on this walk with him. Hearing some branches snap he pulled out his sword and called out to the sound.

“I said who's there?” Robb held his sword high and proud.

Lydia turned around as she looked up at Robb who had his sword pointed at her, “It’s just me”

Robb put his sword back in his side holster and smiled, “Margarey?”

“No. Lydia” Lydia giggled at the young King’s mistake

“My apologies, lady. What are you doing out of your tent? It’s late” Robb asked

“Couldn’t sleep” Lydia said

“Come, I’ll walk you back to your tent. It’s too dangerous for you to be out here with a guard” Robb held her bicep gently in his hands

“I can handle my own. I’m not a damsel in distress, your Grace” Lydia sighed

“I’m sure you’re not but let me take you back to bed. A war camp isn’t a place for ladies” Robb said walking back towards her tent

“Your war interrupted my fathers tour, I apologize for being a inconvenience for you” Lydia scoffed

“Even so, you need to be in a tent with a guard for you and your sister. Where’s your mother? With your father?” Robb asked

“She passed when I was 13, your Grace” Lydia said

“I’m sorry for your loss, my lady. Don’t call me your Grace when it’s just us” Robb smiled

“Then don’t call me your lady” Lydia smirked as she held his hand

Robb got Lydia into her tent without being caught by anyone. He smiled as he watched her crawl into bed before walking to his own. The next morning he was riding to Kings landing for his father, his sisters, the Stark name and for the people. King Joffery and Queen Regent Ceresi would be no more. Along with every gold haired he found in the red keep. He was determined the North would only know one king and his name is Stark.

He was fixing his armor when he saw a glimpse of auburn hair and vanilla and rose perfume hit his nose. He looked up to see Lydia. She was even more breathtaking in the sunlight, her hair was glowing practically. Her green dress hugged her waist and made her body pop. The sleeves were green and gold with flowers. It was cut some to give the illusion of her breasts in the corset.

“Lydia, you look beautiful today” Robb smiled.

“Thank you! I uh wanted to see you off before you leave” Lydia blushed. She wasn’t as easy going as her older sister. Men scared her, she couldn’t flirt like Margarey and have them in her hands. She left her chest filled with pain.

“Awfully kind of you, Lydia. I appreciate your support and your family’s bannermen and gold. But I must be going now” Robb said as he held the hilt of his sword.

“Wait!” Lydia grabbed his wrist before he could walk off even further.

Robb looked at her hand and then to her green eyes “Lydia”

Lydia took a deep breath and closed her eyes to get composure. She opened her eyes and grabbed Robb’s jaw as she kissed his cheek. Robb gasped in shock as he felt her soft plump lips on his beard and cheek, “Good luck, my king” Lydia smiled sweetly.

“Th- thank you, Lydia. I’m sure to repay you for the luck, I’ll bring you back something from the soon to be dead queen” Robb held her hand

“Okay. Nothing with a lion, I don’t want anything that reminds me of those blond bastards” Lydia said without realizing what she said. Robb grinned and laughed when he heard her request.

“Noted my lady. Take care of yourself, little rose” Robb smiled “I should be commanding on my horse now. My lady” he nodded before walking off.

A year later

Robb had killed the Lannisters for good, his men raided the keep finding stuff to take. Robb found Lydia a nice necklace with some lilacs wrapped in sliver metal. The north was now an independent Kingdom and Stark ruled them. Since he left and came back, the Tyrells had suffered tragedy after tragedy. Margarey was set to marry a lord around the storm lands. Loras accompanied her as they traveled, one night a bad storm hit. The carriage had lost control and flipped, some men found them. Margarey was killed but not from the wreck, she was still alive. She was stabbed multiple times in her stomach, the men thought she was pregnant. Loras was dead from the impact. A villager found them the next morning and found a maester to send a raven to the Tyrell family.

Lydia’s heart broke as she ran into her chambers crying as she flung herself on her bed. She let out a gut chilling scream as she cried for her late brother and sister. She went to the viewing and threw up seeing her dead siblings like that. She refused to come out of her chambers. Meals were brought to her, the maidens gave her baths in her room, books were brought to her. She slept and slept then she would wake up screaming. Her father had the maesters fill her up with milk of the poppy. She wasn’t the same Lydia that kissed the king of the north and told him to bring her gift from the red keep. She was a shell.

Present time

Robb was delight when he got the invitation for Lydia’s 18th nameday celebration. He had missed the green eyed beauty, but being king was busier than what he thought. His hand was on him about finding a wife to have to produce heirs. Robb wasn’t interested in throwing a wife and queen into the mix right now. The carriage stopped and Robb was greeted by Lord Wilem Tyrell and Lady Olenna. He asked to see Lydia and the guard took him to her chambers. Even the guard was hesitant to take him to Lydia’s chambers. Lydia had became mean and feral, she yell at the handmaidens, throw things at them and anyone else that came near her. She practically lived under the blankets on her bed.

“Your Grace” the guard nodded as he held the door open for Robb

****

“My lady?” Robb asked as he closed the door behind him

“Go away, Talia! Gods you’re annoying!” Lydia sighed from her mountain of blankets

“Lydia” Robb said

“I’ve lost myself to madness, I’m hearing shit now” Lydia cried

“No. You haven’t, it’s me. Robb” Robb said gently removing the blanket. Lydia moved to find a dagger she had in bed and had in hand as Robb grabbed her ankle

“No! No! Leave me alone!” Lydia swung the dagger in front of her as Robb held his hands up

“It’s okay Lydia. I won’t hurt you I promise. I come to visit you” Robb said gently

“Robb” Lydia whined as she cuddled a pillow crying

Robb crawled into bed and gently pulled Lydia into his chest “Shh! Robb has you,

I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. Oh Lydia what happened?”

“Everything” Lydia cried as she hugged Robb back “Margarey and Loras are dead. I got touched by a maid in a way i didn’t want. I slept all the time. I think I lost my mind”

“A maid? Lydia what are you talking about?” Robb asked as he petted her auburn hair

“She tried touching me like a man would his wife. That’s why I stabbed her but nobody believes me. They think I stabbed her because I’ve been screaming and crying for months. My father keeps me locked up and drunk off of Milk of the poppy” Lydia said

“Shhh shh, it’s okay. I won’t let anyone else hurt you, my love” Robb said

“You love me?” Lydia asked innocently as she looked up from her lashes

“Yes I do. I want to ask your father your hand, you’re going to be my queen” Robb smiled

“They say I’m crazy and you won’t want me” Lydia sighed

“I want you as mine. I want you all the time. No one else will be a better queen and wife than you. You are my queen” Robb said brushing some hair out of her face.

“I love you” Lydia said

“I know. I love you too my queen” Robb looked at her and smiled

“Kiss me” Lydia said

Robb kissed as he held her jaw in his hand as he tasted mint and felt the plumpness of her lips.

Lydia pulled away from Robb needing air as he took hers away “I want you to be my first. If my father says no I at least want us to have this moment”

“Lydia” Robb said

“Please! All I want you is to make love to me tonight. I need you” Lydia whined.

“Okay. I can grant you that and your father saying yes. Every father wants their daughter to queen” Robb smirked

Lydia grinned as she took the sheet from herself as she sat on her knees. Her pale curves and breasts were exposed to Robb as he looked at her. She took her hair out of the braid, her auburn curls falling around her body. Robb thought he was in the Seven heavens as he seen her body. He wasn’t expecting her to be naked in front of him.

“Take off your clothes” Lydia looked him up and down as she laid back with her legs spread open.

Robb grabbed her by her chin and kissed her as he took off his fur that was clipped around his neck. Lydia whined as she watched him undress more and more. He stepped out of his pants and Lydia looked at him in shock. The gods had blessed Robb with muscles, a nice chest with hair and a thick and beautiful manhood. Lydia wasn’t sure he could fit all the way in her, she was tiny and Robb was almost a foot taller than her. The thought of him squeezing into her, made her clench her milky thighs together.

Robb grinned as he pushed Lydia on the bed “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Lydia?”

“It won’t fit and looks like it will hurt me. I never been with a man” Lydia blushed.

“Shh, I’ll make sure it won’t hurt my queen” Robb said as he ran his fingers over nipples, pinching the left one.

Lydia gasped “Robb”

Robb grinned as he rubbed her stomach and hips “I know pretty girl. It’s okay” Robb’s fingers ran between her folds.

Lydia bucked her hips up “You never once touched yourself? Middle of the night, fingering yourself mhm?” Robb asked

“Gods! Touch me please” Lydia whined bucking her hips back on his fingers that curled in her.

“Answer me, Lydia. I’ll leave you desperate and marry someone else. Now have you fingered yourself before or I am the only one?” Robb slapped her pussy, making her jump.

“Fuck! Only you. No I did once but i didn’t put them inside” Lydia gasped.

“Did you play with the wetness and make your clit tingly?” Robb asked as he rubbed her clit in fast circles.

“Oh Gods! Yes but never felt the way I do when you’re doing it” Lydia gasped as she tried moving Robb’s hand. But he pinned her hands down with his free one.

“Poor thing is all hot and bothered. Needed a king to come make her cum” Robb smirked as he rammed his fingers back in her

“Mhm. Robb please let me cum, I’ve been good” Lydia whined as she pouted her lip at the king above her.

“Okay. Let go, soak my fingers like a good queen” Robb said as he rubbed her clit more making her hips buck.

Robb didn’t give her time as he had his head buried between her thighs. Rubbing his nose on her puffy pearl as he lapped at her core. It didn’t take Robb long to have her shaking in pleasure again. He went straight in before she could finish cumming the first time. “Oh fuck! Robb don’t stop. Don’t” Lydia threw her head back as she wiggled against the mattress and Robb’s skilled tongue. Robb kept going as he ate her pussy like a god, Lydia whined louder as Robb tried drinking her juices like a mad man on his last meal.

“Robb! Why does this one hurt? Wait ro-“ Lydia panicked, . “Robb!” Lydia screamed as she squirted in the air. Robb still didn’t come up as he wanted to get as much of her wetness as he could. Lydia was a whining mess as Robb came up gently slapping her pussy and clit. “Didn’t think you had it in you to do that, my good little queen”

“I’m sorry for that. Gods your face is dripping” Lydia blushed.

“Don’t be. We’re definitely seeing if you can do that again. Such a pretty pussy for a pretty queen”

Robb smirked as he kissed Lydia, rubbing her hips.

“Are you gonna?” Lydia asked

“Am I what?” Robb asked “Gonna fuck you? Yes I am, you’re my queen”

Lydia looked up at you and nodded as she gave him permission to continue. Robb smirked as he flipped her into doggy, spanking her ass. Seeing her pussy all in the open for him made him crazy. He jerked her legs open as he rubbed his cock over her folds.

Robb grabbed Lydia’s hips as he pushed his thick cock as Lydia’s walls sucked him in, “Ah fuck! Sucking me in like a whore, such a good pussy”

Lydia whined as she backed herself on his cock and finished bringing him in as her walls accepted him. Lydia was face down the middle of the bed as she felt her breast starch across the mattress. Her nipples were hard and red, she reached between her legs touching her clit. She whined as her fingers rubbed her clit to match Robb’s thrust “Fuck! You’re so big”

“You can take it, your pussy is made for me and me only. You understand? No man will ever be in you like I am. No man will ever be able to reach your stomach like I can” Robb moaned as he picked up the pace

“Only you. Your pussy!” Lydia whined

“That’s right! My pussy. My womb I’ll fill up with my babies. Only my babies!” Robb groaned. “Come on sweet girl, I know you’re close”

Lydia saw black as she screamed Robb’s name and felt herself squirting again. It coated her stomach and pussy as Robb pulled out. His thick white cum hit her pussy lips as he rubbed his dick over it. Robb collected the cum between them and pushed his fingers in her worn out hole. “Mhm. Robb m’sore”

“I’m just making sure my cum stays in you during the night my queen” Robb said as he plugged her weeping hole.

“M’love you” Lydia sighed as she laid on her back “I want your babies, I want your cock every night”

“You will, my queen. As your king I promise you that” Robb smiled as he brought Lydia to chest “You did so good”

********

Lydia was watching the people as they danced, drinked, laughed together in the crowd. It was her 19th nameday, a year after her and Robb married. Her blue dress complimented her pale skin as she paired it with silver earrings and a the illiac sliver necklace. She rubbed her stomach as she sighed watching the crowd. Lydia wanted Robb’s babies badly, a little human to take care of. Robb had his kingdom, his crown, the people loved him. She didn’t have anything, her grandmother and father died after she married Robb. Lydia felt so alone in this world anymore, sure she had Robb but it wasn’t enough for her. She needed more purpose than Queen.

“Only you would sad at your own nameday and wedding feast” Robb said as he sat beside of her.

“Not sad, just thinking” Lydia reached for his hand.

“What about, my queen?” Robb asked.

“I want a baby, Robb! We’ve been married for a year and I’m still not with child” Lydia sighed.

“Is this about Lady Mormont being 4 moons and only being married for 2 moons?” Robb asked.

Lydia looked down and sighed “No”

“Lying to a king is treason, Lydie” Robb said rubbing her back

“I don’t get it. Why do the Gods do not want me to be with your child? We slept together before we got married, seven hells we should be celebrating our child’s first nameday” Lydia said growing into frustration

“It will happen, my love. You’re not relaxed and it probably doesn’t help you’re stressed. I’m not sure as I am king not a maester, but it will happen. By this time next year you’ll be cuddling our baby by the fire in our chambers. If I have to have Theon lock us in our chambers and throw away the key. Until you’re with child then I will” Robb rubbed her leg as he kissed her cheek.

“Or I’m cursed. My siblings are dead, my parents, my grandparents are too. I’m the only living Tyrell and I’m beginning to think I won’t be. I won’t be able to give you an heir like you need me to” Lydia said trying not cry

“Lydie, you’re not cursed. I don’t know why the gods have thrown you into tragedy these past years. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you I promise you as your king and husband” Robb said “Now come”

“Where?” Lydia asked

“Are you questioning the King’s word, my lady wife?” Robb cocked his eyebrow.

“N- no no” Lydia said standing up “He can take me wherever he pleases”

“Please calm down, my queen. I just want to dance with my wife. Is that okay?” Robb smiled

“Yes you can have this dance” Lydia giggled

“So many woman are dying to dance with me but I told them no. I only dance with one woman and she is queen of the north and my heart” Robb pulled Lydia into his chest as he lead her with his hand on her waist.

“Queen of your heart? Now you’re just being too doppy now” Lydia smiled

“Just dance with me and forget about our duties and people. That’s an order, Queen of the north” Robb said as he kissed her cheek.

“As you wish, king of the north” Lydia smiled.

[saintsunfyre]

LADY TYRELL, REGENT TO LYONEL TYRELL

Lady Tyrell had already ruled as a regent, together with Highgarden's castellan and steward, for her infant son Lyonel before the Dance of the Dragons began. With the loyalty of the lords of the Reach split between Rhaenyra and Aegon II at the start of the war, Lyonel's three regents withdrew their support for Aegon II and chose to keep House Tyrell neutral throughout the war. When Lord Kermit Tully marched on King's Landing against Aegon II, the king desperately wrote to Lord Tyrell for support, but his mother wrote that she had reason to doubt the loyalty of her son's bannermen and was not fit to lead a host to war herself, "being a mere woman".

Johanna Lannister // Samantha Hightower // Sharis Footly // Lady Tyrell // Alys Rivers // Sabitha Frey // Jeyne Arryn // Elenda Baratheon // Aliandra Martell

[prettymuchteddy]

"Sweet words do not work on me, my lady. My husband tried it once and he was met with thorns rather than a rose. I rule in my son's stead which I take very seriously. I will not risk soldiers for a war that has nothing to do with us" - Lady Tyrell (Chapter 14)

During the Dance of the Dragons, Lady Tyrell as ruled as regent for her infant son, Lyonel. In the conflict, she never raised her banners for war, staying neutral in the matter. Some believed her cowardly while others believed her clever for evading the destruction that plunged the realm.

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Tywin died instead of Joanna?

i’m so mad i had a better structured answer and tumblr ate it so now this is super long and ranty. blame tumblr!!

anyways, i’m seeing three scenarios here

everyone is better off

the twins are still Doing That but tyrion is better off, so probably everything is still better off

aerys loses his absolute mind bc joanna is single now

while i imagine joanna does engage jaime to elia - and this is probably a much happier outcome for both of them, because joanna would have attempted to put a stop to the incest, up to and including sending cersei to foster somewhere else - i do think cersei is a huge question mark. she is often the instigator of their problems!

not to lay the respsonibility at her feet or anything, bc she experiences shit in her childhood that is enough to damage most people’s psyches (losing a parent that young and to childbirth is hard developmentally not to mention a fucked up prophecy hanging over her head & potential issues with empathy already!) and then experiences decades of spousal abuse, and is then given near unlimited power and told “now don’t do anything crazy lol” like, of course cersei decides “if i have to live in hell i’m taking these two idiots with me what are baby brothers FOR after all” and if you want them to have a chance at normalcy in adulthood, the key is for cersei to have a less traumatic time so she has half a chance at adjusting to the regular stressors of life. the main way to do this is to get her away from jaime and away from any terrible prophecies that trigger some sort of fucked up neurosis in her from an early age.

now, we don’t know who joanna had in mind for cersei, if she had even thought that far, but being lady regent of the west, she’s going to have significant control over who cersei marries. if she sends cersei away to foster somewhere to get her away from jaime, shes got a wide range of possibilities and if someone reaches out to her to get involved in their lil rebellion, she might take the opportunity to send cersei somewhere quite far, like riverrun or the eyrie or dorne or the fucking north, so long as it’s right now immediately & the distance might do cersei some good but equally possible cersei takes this as rejection and turns on her mother; though, if she’s spending her adolescent years somewhere with a healthier dynamic (and the bar is in hell) maybe cersei isn’t so paranoid. but that’s ONLY IF joanna is healthy enough & aware enough to send cersei away when she’s like 8 or 9. it’s a big if.

then there’s the tyrion of it all - i think joanna warms up to him eventually and cersei being elsewheres means he’s probably better off. at the very least, there’s less conflict if jaime married elia and had heirs like he was supposed to wrt tyrion, and Joanna may even attempt some matchmaking for him and can do that without the added stress of “he is disabled and also inheriting casterly rock” bc like, i’m not saying joanna would take the same hardline stance but i AM saying she saw something to love in fucjing TYWIN, and i don’t think she’s a saint who would unequivocably embrace her disabled son. BUT i don’t think she’d shame him or abuse him the way tywin does either. tyrion grows up in a family all similar to jaime; they certainly aren’t always respectful, frequently patronizing, dismissive, and tyrion is likely to get resentful at times (who wouldn’t) but i think everyone can agree that a household full of “i know they mean well but they don’t understand what it’s like” is an improvement over whatever the fuck tywin was doing.

all of this means…maybe the twins are married elsewhere when robert gains his throne potentially after KL goes boom since Jaime isn’t there to whack Aerys, but potentially after a much easier rebellion because dorne sided with the rebels, house lannister sides with the rebels, and they coup aerys the fuck out of there a bit easier. robert probably marries a tyrell or a hightower (there’s a few of marriage age and they’re rich) in that case. the realm is a lot better off lmao. OR cersei isn’t married yet (she’s still a lil young admittedly) and does marry robert. probably still attempts to pull jaime to her but joanna knows this is happening and is more inclined to stop it, especially with jaime married to elia, her best friend’s daughter and the beloved sister of the now prince of dorne. this probably causes a lot of problems ergo scenario two, but i do think a world where jaime or joanna is in charge of casterly rock, even a world where the incest still exists, is a world that is miles better off just bc joanna isn’t going to ignore the problem like tywin, and tyrion being even marginally less fucked up is a net win.

OR like i worried above, aerys starts a war for joanna. i mean, petyr started a war over his obsession with cat & sansa, it is not out of the realm of possibility that aerys “burning the lord paramount and his heir alive is fine actually” targaryen goes “joanna comes to court or i set casterly rock on fire” and that’s not really good for ANYONE.

so anyways if joanna lives it’s probably fine, probably even better actually, or maybe, everyone dies on fire. typical westeros really.

[danceofdragonsrphq]

as we are quickly approaching our fourth (!!!!) year together as a group, the admin team at dance of dragons are super excited to announce there are multiple important & juicy connections that have been opened up / created. we've had some changes here recently in regard to family trees, especially in the run up to season 2 of hotd coming up! (which...ps...we watch together every sunday night it airs thanks to admin quen and kosmi! join us for that and live reactions) dance of dragons rp is set four years, in 144AC, after the end of our AU version of the dance of dragons, which lasted ten years in our verse. all the kingdoms have become independent, with two main exceptions: the stormlands bow to a targaryen king in kings landing, and the iron islands were buried under the revenge of the westerlands and the reach for thousands of years of sacking.

hit up our wanted connections page, or skim over some of our most exciting below:

princes:

youngest prince of house stark, 26 - brother of king owen stark.

green targaryen prince, son of prince daeron targaryen, 25-17 - cousin to king jaehaerys targaryen (green)

black targaryen prince of dragonstone, son of daemon i and rhaenyra, 27-28 - cousin to king jaehaerys targaryen (green) and brother of the former king, daemon ii, murdered in year 141ac.

princesses:

two martell princesses under the age of 31, sisters to prince regent ravi martell and aunts to ruling princess leila of house martell.

tully princess, 26-30, sister to queen iona and prince casimir of house tully.

green targaryen princess: 29, twin sister of king jaehaerys targaryen,

black targaryen princess of dragonstone, daughter of daemon i and rhaenyra, 25-28: cousin to king jaehaerys targaryen (green) and brother of the former king, daemon ii, murdered in year 141ac.

lords:

lord tyrell, cousin of king cedric of house tyrell and brother of lady matilda of house tyrell, 32-29 - has lore.

lord fowler, brother of lady ophelia fowler recently turned allyrion, 27-33

lord manwoody, lord of kingsgrave: rightful regent of kingsgrave - has lore.

lord serrett, ruling lord of silverhill, master of coin of king tyland lannister, 34-36 - has lore (involved in the rains of castamere and the wiping out of house reyne and tarbeck)

ladies:

two black targaryen ladies of dragonstone, daughters of daemon i and lady laena velaryon, 33-29 - half siblings of the prince and princess of dragonstone, cousins of king jaehaerys targaryen

lady jordayne of the tor, 25-28, younger sister of ruling lady safeerah jordayne and former ruling lord, rashid jordayne - has lore.

lady blackbar, wife of lord kieran blackbar, mother of 8 girls (cat i am still cackling at this)

lady manwoody, lady of kingsgrave: rightful regent of kingsgrave - has lore.

bastards:

bastard of daemon targaryen and nettles, living undercover in the vale of arryn

ser waters, allegedly the bastard of prince aemond targaryen and alys rivers

[berriesandcherry]

Despondence

Aegon III Reign's fic

To celebrate the Maiden Day Ball's chapter of today, fancasts!

Lady Alora Tyrell, Regent of the Reach, Lady Regent of Highgarden

"Why do you think he [Unwin Peake] pressed so hard to go to the Crownlands and not stay here? Because I’m here.[...] he is scared of a woman proving him wrong."

Lady Leona Tyrell

“I do agree, loyalty and boot licking can only take someone so far”

Lady Tyshara Lannister

"[...]the choice is not for the gods, not even them can understand what a man thinks”

Lady Cerelle Lannister

“I said, that an ignorant man who knows nothing about handling an actual influential amount of land should not be advising his grace in matters he does not understand. The previous Hands who are not of influential families were usually raised in court to understand how it works though I fear that may not be your case”