#medeival husbands

[minayuri]

Hagen von Tronje/Gunther Moments

Theodor Loos and Hans Adalbert Schlettow in Die Nibelungen (1924) | dir. Fritz Lang

[sillyfairygarden]

uhhh double life but its a snowy medeival story about a wet cat, her ex-husband, and his polycule

[fecto-forgo]

HELLOO alice for ur ask thing.. might i find out abt mordred? been thinkin bout medeival castles recently

HIIII JUMPS INTO YOUR ARMS LOVINGLY since i replied them for him already ill give you an autism summary <3

incest+rape tw///

mordreds king arthurs illegitimate son by his sister morgause (whether its comically unlucky hook up or rape by either party depends on the story, a lot of ppl i see prefer going by unlucky hook up or them being unaware theyre siblings) and the youngest of gawains brothers (second youngest sibling if we go w the stories where he has a half sister called clarissant) merlin had a prophecy a baby born on may 1st would overthrow arthur and bring the end of camelot, so arthur had all babies sent to the sea to die, with mordred being the sole survivor (hell then either live w fishermen for a while or be immediately bought back to morgause and her husband)

hes just an asshole i love v v v dearly and every story he has different depth (either evil from birth or found out about the prophecy and spent years trying to go against it till he loses it, also p consistently his favorite brother agravaine being murdered is what causes his mental health to dip)(in le morte he hit his head.) also i love writing him as psychotic bc no non psychotic freaks out about fate that much.also if th white can write him w ppd behaviors to hate crime me i can write him w ppd for fun.anyways he kills arthur and its funny he earned that he literally tried to drown him as a baby

also hes totally mid-high support autistic source:dude trust me

[mo-ondrcps]

♖ ˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ´ˎ˗

❛ it all started at night and ended at dawn. the night before your wedding with your soon to be husband, joshua hong.❜

: ̗̀➛ marquess! joshua hong x countess! reader warning(s): major character death(!!!), mentions of family issues, mentions of physical abuse, alcohol consumption, poisoning, murder (lmk if i missed anything!) genre: au — medeival period, romance, angst word count: 3.0K author's note: this is inspired by dream mv. i really love how joshua's vibe came in the masquerade setting and it gave me an idea to make this. (just a more angsty type of idea since i rarely write angst and i wanna try). i haven't written much of anything in so long because of college so i hope you enjoy this first fic i made of joshua.

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Spring.

It all started at night and ended at dawn. An orchestra of violinists filled the entire room, accompanied by a series of keys, tapping gently as if they, too, were dancing in a slow waltz. Golden hues fell from the chandelier just like snow, illuminating the audience they have and their two special stars that were about to cross.

“You arrived with the dress I gave you?” Hushed whispers came from the marquess after taking the hand of the countess once you reach each other’s grasps. A warm smile etched his sharp yet gentle features while you held a radiant glow, matching the energy of your sapphire and white gradient dress in contrast to the mystery behind your mask. “It’s a gift from my husband to be. Certainly, I can’t miss the opportunity of showcasing how much he takes joy at showering me in his affection, no matter how much I refuse.” This earned a laugh from him.

          “I’m lucky to have you.”

You rolled your eyes at your fiancé. “Always smitten as you are, even from the time we met, Joshua.” The pair rounded the banquet, taking a glimpse of various foods served on the table. Steamed chicken and fried fish were the main course which you requested for tonight’s feast. However, your hazel brown eyes caught the desserts on the right side of the table, knowing which you’ll devour in an instant after the party.

“Though, I don’t think you are to disagree with how much you fancy me back.” There was a hint of playfulness coming from the male’s curved lips you knew all too well of making you push him back from standing close to your side, catching the man off guard from his confident strides.

“You need to wear that mask of yours often. You look better when I can’t see your face.” You bit back a laugh before retreating to your guests gathered at each corner of the ballroom. You approached the left side, giving them a warm welcome.

          “Countess, it’s such an honor to be invited to your party with the marquess. I’d like to give many bountiful blessings on the day of your marriage tomorrow.”

You smiled before bowing. “Likewise, for you, Duchess Emilia. Yours will be in three months’ time with the duke is it not? I’m feeling quite joyful to attend yours as well. The party and your marriage.”

In the nation, all those who are royally inclined must follow the tradition of holding a masquerade ball before their day of marriage. As for the citizens, they are required to hold a feast in their homes. This is to allow good fortune to flourish overnight from the couple and the future of their children. 

Joshua, who spotted you after being bombarded with more of your guests from the nation, was about to approach you, but paused the second he heard an announcement from one of the staff he hired to help prepare the party.

          “Now that everyone is gathered, I would like to start this occasion with a dance coming from the Countess and Marquees Joshua.”

          “May I have this dance?”

Your back turned to meet Joshua who was holding out his hand for yours to take. The same mischievous smile he held a while ago disappeared to something more genuine. Maybe it was just you, but you felt as if his eyes were shining in pure love.

          The love you didn’t think you deserved.

          “Yes.”

From there, he took you to the middle of the dance floor where everyone sought the chance to watch the couple with light steps, moving gently like swaying flowers accompanied by the breeze. The moment reminded you of the first time Joshua asked you to dance while you blatantly refused to, minus the crowd that had slowly ceased in after a few minutes which almost felt like an hour.

          “Do you remember the first time I asked you to dance with me?”

          Speak of the devil.

          “No, I believe I remember you tripping on a rock and falling into the water.”

This made Joshua laugh, though further continuing his story. “I stole you away at night when your parents were asleep and brought you near the lake. That was the time I held your heart, stole your first dance next to the water and…”

          Your first kiss.

          “And completely became the thief that I should’ve chastised not too long ago.”

Joshua’s face upturned into utter shock. Mouth open wide, eyebrows raised, and his hand that once held your waist was placed in the middle of his chest, offensively. Your dance has come to a stop, which made a few people to turn their heads and stare at the both of you, but you loved every second to care.

          “I beg your pardon, darling.”

          “Hm? You mentioned stealing Mr. Hong. Therefore, that makes you a criminal.”

Your biting responses always made him burst into a boisterous manner and it never failed to make him do that same expression once more. A small kiss graced the top of your forehead, earning a hue of carnation rise from your cheeks before he took your hand once more to continue the dance the both of you left off, intertwined in the world you revolved in.

Joshua’s love was like saccharine.

The more you delved into its contents, the further you drowned in his endless amount of affection, held tight from his arms, cornering you into the warmth of his chest. His joyous praise every time you done something righteous always made your cold features crack into a sweet smile that rarely anyone witnessed. Whenever you were feeling miserable, he was there to whisper compliments, phrases that you refused to believe, yet he poured everything into your soul.

          "You are my most amiable flower. You’re doing great. Keep it up.”

Although all your memories of him were held in a fragile case. The night in the lake was truly a scene that consistently played on your head as if you saved it on a cassette tape.

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          “Grant me with your heart, darling. For you have my word and I will never break it.”

Joshua kissed your knuckles amidst the croaking of frogs nearby that he swore to mute if he ever got the chance to do it.

          “How are you so precise that nothing will happen if I gave you while I have yours?”

Whispers escaped both of your lips. You asked Joshua to keep his voice down while staying cautious of anyone who still might be outside to overhear your conversation. Though you may be the countess, you still uphold the tight regulations from your house and to your father, who would absolutely give you an earful if he ever found you outside with the Marquess Hong at such a time in the evening.

Your mother didn’t mind the marquess. His refined disposition and manners charmed her. The only one who disliked him was your father, who kept a scowl on his face every time the man visited your residence. He isn’t quite convinced that he would be someone worthy of your time after each task he asks him for you to accomplish. Therefore, he gave you more responsibilities for you to fulfill while you move around the nation. However, Joshua still whisks the poor man’s daughter away for a brief trip behind his back.

          “I trust you won’t break mine while I have yours, darling.”

You weren't someone to trust people so easily. After the events from the past, the people you befriended and worked with just for the labor that your father placed on your shoulders had taken a toll against your once soften heart. He reminded you countless of times that you weren't just some mere child raised from a barn house. You are raised to be the future Countess of House Hawthorne. But even hearing the title alone from your acquaintances and mere strangers, the weight of it all made you sigh.

You stared towards Joshua’s dark brown eyes, who was observing your form for who knows how long ever since you paused. It made you feel guilty for not answering him back so promptly. If you were talking to your father, you would’ve received a beating not too long ago.

          “I-I’m sorry Joshua… You’re probably thinking that I’m so… so insensitive for not answering you so quickly and-.”

Joshua brought you into a tight hug, no words exchanged, only hushed whispers amidst your panicked nature, which he long found out after his times spent with you.

          “It’s alright. Don’t worry, darling. You don’t need to give me an answer right away. I’m fine with waiting for you. I just want you to know what I feel.”

There he goes again, calling you darling like he always has done when you first met. The name earned him an immediate slap on the chest, using your midnight blue, folded, fan before retreating to someone else to keep yourself entertained. But somehow, overtime, you grew fond of him calling you such sweet endearments.

Joshua brought you to sit down next to the lake, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm from the chilly night breeze.

          “Are you feeling cold?”

          “I don’t really feel cold much, even if you make me wear a corset and a blouse for my top with no blazer.”

You smiled proudly while giggling at how Joshua was shaking his head in disbelief from your cold resistant behavior even at this time of the night. He wasn’t really a fan of the sheer cold unlike you were and even if he wasn’t; you knew his words for you are genuine. It held no malice, which made you feel lighter than you ever thought.

          “Your staring is getting quite longer than I expected, my lady. Though I don’t really mind when I’m in your field of vision.”

Oh, how did you fall for an imbecile like him?

Maybe it’s the way how you felt like yourself around him. You didn’t need to present yourself as Countess Hawthorne of their nation when it came to Joshua. A lady like figure that almost everyone held in high regard for and the position you never wanted to choose for yourself.

Joshua sought the best in you, watching each and every emotion unraveling from your delicate features that nearly everyone failed to see. He found the joy radiating in you that he himself wished he possessed in his own lifetime. It made him just want to treasure you forever.

          “You really are such a nincompoop. Say that again and I will drown you in that lake, Sir Hong.”

          “I’d like to see you try, darling.”

From that night, the both of you sealed your promise in a kiss, lips intertwined in a passionate dance between two people and a candle lit in its brightest light. If the wax was involved, you swore a mark would have left both your skins, making you remember and never forget the exchange of secrets under the dim blanket of stars.

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The masquerade ball soon ended at eleven o’clock, with the couple’s friends and acquaintances leaving with presents left on the table next to the feast. You were tempted to take at least three of their gifts back in the house that Joshua chose for the night. However, was stopped by him who asked you to open them until the day of your wedding.

          “Rest is an important factor for my love. Most especially where she’ll soon be Marchioness Hong standing next to me.”

          “The Marquess is right, my lady. You have been entertaining guests for the whole night now. It’s nice to retire for the night.”

A maid who came to your aid, brushed the tangled strands found in your hair that blew through in different directions, creating a small puff at the bottom. You were outside organizing the food and décor with Joshua in the morning, making sure that everything was in order before the big party in the evening. The maid bowed at the both of you, leaving to her own assigned work from the house.

You hated how the both of them are right. It made you sigh. Maybe you could reserve your excitement until tomorrow.

          “Let’s make a toast for our wedding tomorrow.”

Your eyes lit up from the two champagne glasses filled with red wine in Joshua’s hands. You stood up from sitting in front of your dresser, approaching him with light footsteps similar to feathers descending to the ground to take the glass he had outstretched for you. He swore he thought he saw an angel walking in his direction by the way he witnessed you sway on your feet, barefoot even, on the blue carpeted floor.

          “You know, I’ve never tried wine before.”

Hazelnut eyes observed the swirl of scarlet liquid from the crystalline like glass. It was as if you were watching a miniature whirlpool while you tilted the contents around in joy, making Joshua breathe out a small chuckle at your actions. You were truly endearing.

          “I don’t really indulge much in wine either. Only on special occasions but, darling? Don’t play with your food.”

You nudged his hip before shaking your head at Joshua’s remark. The man burst out laughing loudly, feeling comfortable to be himself around your presence. The both of you could play being imbeciles however you want and no one would be there to judge. This is the reason he cherished you so much.

          “To our marriage.”

Joshua raised his glass, with you doing the same. Both the couple taking a sip of the drink before slowly emptying them in their own time. You meanwhile, taking the longest, aiming to savor it until the last drop.

          “We should feast on wine every day, love…”

The little nickname slipped out of your lips, causing Joshua’s head to rise from resting on the mattress with you beside him. It wasn’t like you to grant him such appealing names, knowing how crisp your personality was that could easily compare to ice. In an instant, his cheeks flared, turning to his side to observe you closely and the smile he knew he loved.

          “I love you, Joshua.”

A chuckle left his lips. His hand moved to caress your soft midnight locks, moving a couple of strands away that hid your beauty from him whilst you tried to get closer to him, turning your body to snuggle in his frame. In return, Joshua wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead once more.

          “I love you too.”

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By the time dawn came, Joshua knew your body would feel even heavier than before. He was the first to wake up beside you, or rather, to wake up as planned after the effects of the poison he added from your glass last night. Joshua waited for an hour until he rose from the bed, carrying your body in a search of anyone to help him get you into the hospitium.

           “Anyone? Please help me. She isn’t responding to me!”

If he was honest, it surprised him he cared to bring your body to such an establishment when he was set on killing you from the start.

Once he reached into the hospital’s ward, Joshua paced back and forth frantically to deceive every one of his actions for being worried about you. He knew his boss would be proud of him, clap him on the back for doing such a good job, but why did his heart feel equally heavy at the situation before him?

The doctor called for his attention not too long after, expecting the announcement of your death, which made Joshua feel dejected after a long while.

          “Can I at least see her one last time? I just want to say my last farewell to her.”

One of the medical staff wanted to refuse his persistence on visiting you, but the doctor allowed him into the ward. Halting the others who were about to move your body to a different room, giving the both of you the space that you need as a couple one last time.

Joshua knelt next to your deathbed, taking off the white cloth that concealed your entire body. If only you were still awake, he would give you endless kisses and compliments next to your ear, even if he knew you won’t reciprocate the same action after what he had done. Tears left his eyes, unable to accept the events that had transpired before him so quickly.

A loud tap came from the window, which caused Joshua’s head to snap upwards. He found one man outside of the window. He recognized him as the men in his boss’ group, looking rather displeased at his outburst in front of your dead body.

He's not allowed to fall for his targets and that included you.

But he did, he fell hard and it was too late.

His dark brown eyes bore into your figure once more. He knew he didn't have much time now after the men from his boss knew how much you meant to him. It wouldn't last long until they hold his own death ceremony the time he comes back into his headquarters or escape the country. They knew each and every move that he might pull from the back of his hand. Joshua knew this when he was still new in the group. He held your hand in his before giving a kiss to your knuckles.

          “Good bye, love.”

To My Love,

If I would be honest, my mind is muddled.

After I met you, I thought that maybe the world isn’t completely crumbled.

Being a marquess, or rather, a false conjured my guilt,

Because even you were involved in its conflict

I apologize for everything even if I know you won’t open your heart to forgive.

And if we ever met again, I want you to tear my heart apart

Toss each piece into the depths of the ocean away,

For it was only yours to break anyway.

 

 — Joshua Hong

© MOONDRCPS. avoid stealing or translating my work to other sites. likes and reblogs on my works are appreciated ᵔᴗᵔ

[spielzeugkaiser]

Hi there! Hope the conference will not be THAT boring, but if you’ll feel like doodling some Merthur - maybe Merlin bandaging grumpy Arthur up after the royal prat got injured in a bandits’ attack or smth, and planting a soft kiss on his cheek while doing so? Which results in a very blushing Arthur ofc xD

I did a little differently, Merlin is more grumpy here? I haven’t drawn them in ages, that was fun!

[jordanstrophe]

War of Royalty, the Rivertons

I’m going to stop spoonfeeding fractions of hidden lore, here’s Eden’s tragic backstory(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[Masterlist] CW: Medeival whump, slavery, sold whumpee, overprotective caretaker, implied killing of the whumper

Godfrey stood between the king and the physician. They had been arguing back and forth since he arrived to the point they never even noticed his entrance. He crossed his arms behind his back and gleefully listened in. 

“Tell me you looked into that boy’s eyes and didn’t recognize him!” King Arvend shouted, slamming his fist on the desk. “My lord, please, every year it’s some new conspiracy of what happened to the child, it’s impossible to tell if it’s him or not!” The physician groaned and crossed his legs. 

He blinked when the king glared at him.

“The Riverton's.”

“Okay! Yes, he shares extravagant futures with your wife... rest her soul... But don’t get your hopes up only to have them shattered once more-”

"Tell him what you told me.” King Arvend’s head snapped towards Godfrey, who jolted to attention. “My lord, I spoke with Eden’s former slave owner. Took a few bloody hits, but he finally choked out the name of who sold Eden.” 

“See? I told you this was a wild goose chase. That's not the same couple!”

Arvend snapped his fingers, waving for Godfrey to continue. 

“-He said they were desperate to get rid of a young boy. They changed their names recently, as was their excuse to not have the right paperwork."

Arvend scoffed before pouring another drink. “My lord, forgive my curiosity, but all this is encircling Eden like vultures... Is the slave in trouble again?” Godfrey spoke. 

The cup in Arvend’s hand shook. He took a long, deep, regretful inhale. 

“I-... Have reason to believe Eden is my missing heir.” 

“What!? You ha- had an heir!?... a s-son-” “-Godfrey, before you scream everything down the halls, I had my reasons to keep him hidden!” Arvend snapped. Godfrey took a seat and stared at the floor long and hard, folding his hands together.  

The king, his best friend, had a son? After all these years he’s served him, he never knew. He was never told. No one was. 

... except the physician, apparently. 

“He was born when the war started. Ravenhill began to abolish kingdoms through the assassination of royalty. It was the queen's idea to keep her pregnancy a secret, and we paid caregivers to raise him until the war calmed and it was safe for him to return home to us.” 

“But the war never calmed.” Godfrey sighed, his head falling into his palm. Arvend sadly nodded. “And soon, the couple went missing... My son, went missing. It was like the three of them fell from the face of the earth.” He scraped a dagger along the windowsill and flicked a lint of wood out the window. 

“My friend, I know I ask too much of you already...” King Arvend stood and faced him, the dagger's hilt creaking in his grasp and his eyes darkened. 

“The Riverton’s. I want you to find them. I want you to choke out any information they have about Eden. I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care the lengths you take. Find what they did to my son!” He cried, slammed the dagger on it’s side against Godfrey’s armor. 

They both fell silent. Godfrey grasped the king’s shoulder and took the blade from his hand. 

“It will be done. My lord.”

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An old woman sat in front of the fading fireplace. She rocked back and forth in her rocking chair, her frizzled grey hair pinned into a bun. Her eyes opened when she heard footsteps behind her. “About time, Alf! Quickly now, the fire’s dying.” She croaked. A heavy sword slumped onto the table next to her as she abruptly stopped rocking. 

“You’re not my husband...” 

“I’m afraid not.” The man spoke, sitting at the table. 

“Who are you, why are you in my home!?” She barked, twisting her head around. She froze when a dark armored man seated behind her, she sighed and slumped back into the chair. 

“Ugh... I knew someone would come one day.” She groaned. 

“Then you know why I’m here.”

“Don’t remind me! I thought we had finally rid ourselves of that boy, it was paradise!” She spat, digging her yellowed nails into the wooden armrests. 

“The slave, we know you sold him, but what we don’t know is how you got him in the first place. He wasn’t yours, was he?”

The old woman gritted her tooth, practically writhing in the chair. She suddenly stopped, slumping down further.  

“... That��s not why you’re here?” She quietly rasped. 

Godfrey’s chest struck with unsettlement. It couldn’t be true, could it? Eden couldn’t actually be-...

“We were given money like royalty to raise the boy! Strictly told that ‘allll of the money must be spent on the baby's well-being and care,’ ”  She recited sarcastically. “Too much money to be spent on the likes of a child who spends their days playing in the dirt anyway, if you ask me! What was a child supposed to do with it?!” She cried with hysterical laughter. 

Her head twisted around, her grey dim eyes staring at Godfrey like she could see his face. “I did what any sane person would do in this age; we kept the money! We sold the boy for a few extra pieces and retired out here in peace and quiet. My husband and I have been living out our days happily ever since.” She mumbled, twisting her head back and continued rocking.

Godfrey slammed his fist on the table and abruptly rose, the chair behind him hitting the ground. “You’re horrible! You have no idea how much suffering and pain you sewed onto that boy! The grief and horror you brought to his family, who eventually had came to the conclusion he was dead!-”  

“-I thought it couldn't be true, that there was no way Eden was the same boy... but you just confirmed what we’ve all been scrabbling about.” Godfrey collected his sword, circling the woman until he was standing in front of her. He unsheathed it, the blade hovered at her neck. 

“Awww, what are you going to do, turn me and my old husband in?” She mocked with a coo. 

“I’m afraid I already have my orders, if the rumor had turned out to be the truth.”

“What truth? I told you all that happened, boy.”

“Oh no, you only have half the story. I have the first piece, you have the second. They connect to tell the true tale.” Godfrey spoke. 

“You’re spitting fiddling nonsense! The boy belonged to a noble!” She accused. 

“-They lied to you.” Godfrey smiled and tilted his head to the side.

“The child you sold, was the King’s first born son.”

----

Alf returned home with an armful of freshly chopped wood. “Darling, I’m home!” He sang, setting it down on the floor by the door. “... Dear?” He calls again, seeing her chair unmoving and her arm slumped to the side. The man jolted when the door slammed shut behind him, hearing a splat of dense liquid dripping to the floor. 

He turned around and his face paled from all color when he stared up at the man looming behind him with his glistening red hand slowly locking the door.-

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[stainedglassserault]

On the Map of the Serault region

That map can be found HERE.

And here it is again

Village bases for the vassals of Serault, from north to south:

Castanafeu - very old settlement right up at the forest's edge. The biggest concentration of charcoal burners are right here. Some saw mills. The name is from Castana, a figure from Orlesian (or Ciriane) history, mother of Kordillus Drakon, and then the French Orlesian word for fire. Suggestion would be, this is where Castana had a campfire once, I guess. Not much going on here. The "lord/lady" is just a chevalier-knight, acting like a sheriff in "keeping the peace" and collecting taxes. It is somewhat hereditary but mostly appointed again out of local chevaliers by Serault when the old one dies or retires. Might call her/himself " Chevalier __ de Castanafeu"

Guenoles - this one is actually just about canon! Not its location, though I think it makes sense to put the more important villages on the River Last... but rather the name. Both the Muttering Banker and his sister the Elegant Abbess are given the surname "des Guenoles", and are said to be a local noble family. The Banker is just the heir, not the current baron/knight of Guenoles so you can choose who their parents are. I say it's the Kindly Knight, and that the family includes the Wayward Bard too. The Bard is the canon nephew of the Kindly Knight, so this would make him noble but not in line to inherit, and the first cousin of the Abbess and the Banker. Anyway whatever you decide, it's just about confirmed that Guenoles is a village and vassal of Serault.

Pastulaire - this is a canon confirmed village, it's just also abandoned and occupied only by bandits, and the encroaching trees. This is the "lost lands" of Pastulaire the Acerbic Dowager is upset about. They were hers, and her late husband's, who is implied to be the one with the de Pastulaire title by birth and she married in. She claims he was too soft on his subjects and was murdered in some kind of take over by bandits or something like that. It has to exist somewhere near the woods, wherever you say it is, so I chose this spot north and a little west of Serault.

Lud-Dans-La-Brume - it is clear Serault has more vassals at a few points in the story so I made up more than a few. This one is a reference to Lud-in-the-Mist . And by "reference" ... I translated it into French Orlesian using an online translator. It may be a bad translation, though because it seems the French version of the book was published as Lud-en-Brume. This is good to me though, because I was going to be posting with the Lud-Dans-La-Brume tag and I don't want to drown out whatever few posts of book discussion there are about it in French. It just seems like a place that could be right there next to Serault, with the kind of provincial mysticism and storytelling. Its River Dawl as you can see is present, and the River Dapple has become the Pommelé. I put it marsh-side and surrounded by rivers for maximum mists. The goal will be to re-read the book and figure out what a more medeival and more Orlesian/Dragon Age version of Dorimare would be like, and make that this place. The family currently in charge are going to be new to it, and settling uneasily among older, local families who were passed over to let an Orlesian-Antivan family move in and become the 'barons' here -- a choice the mother of the current Marquise made for reasons I'll get into in the story. This family's surname? Mirelees/Mirlez/Mireliez. Former occupation, gentry and merchants, specializing in sugar cane. They can now style themselves as "de Lud-Dans-La-Brume" or "de Lud" for short. The daughter of the current baron de Lud is a poet and author...

Plaine Dorée - means golden plain, I think. Wanted a village there and figured the flat looking space between those rivers was probably a plain. If it is planted with wheat, which this very forest and marsh heavy Serault area sorely needs, it would look golden. Bread basket village when things are going well, but doesn't control the port and so is dependent on Serault. Also haven't chosen the name of the ruling vassal family yet.

Champlevé - stole this name from an approach to enameling on metal, which maybe is related to glassworking a little. Perhaps in Thedas the Champlevé style exists, but it is named after some crafts person from this place. Literally I think it means something like "field surveyed" (translator) but really I don't know and am not finding much. Field surveyed would work well for a village, too. I decided to make this the seat of the Cheery Baron but he could be anywhere, as long as it's not too remote and is near the Tirashan. So he would (informally) style himself Baron de Champlevé.

Gothivallon - an 'old name' village. On the wiki page on the Ciriane, one of the precursors to the Orlesians, I read they had two similar sounding words for female chieftain or queen. One was Gothi. So that's one part of the name, and then vallon (allegedly, according to looking it up) means "dale" in French. Looking at the map, I picked a dale-looking spot and put it there. Queen's dale. Or, Female Chieftain's Dale. I assume there isn't much going on here. Just another meeting point for collecting grain, taxes, having a tiny market, see maybe 1-3 travellers a year from people trying to access that part of the Western Approach by going south through the Nahashin Marshes. Which queen? Nobody agrees on that. The Gothi river is nearby, branching off the Champlevé which in turn came from the Last. Again, haven't decided the name of the vassal family overseeing it.

Bellitaneaux - here I put an -eaux ending on Bellitanus, the Thedaosian constellation also called "the Maiden" and associated with beauty, and therefore the old god Urthemiel, who we can assume the Urthemiel Plateau is named after. Maybe this place used to be called something even more old god-y and they sanitized it post conversion to Andrastianism, perhaps it never really was founded as an outpost until later, and even if the plateau already had the name Urthemiel they weren't going to name a village that, so they went with the related constellation name. I think this is a small village, with some very unlikely people living (or hiding out) there. Probably more ranching and herding than farming, beyond subsistence. I made this to be the "long distance travel" vassal village the Acerbic Dowager can be sent out to visit and straighten out as a favor in The Last Court. The name of that family? TBD.

Not a regular village but also on the map:

Chateau Estival, a curious collection of Orlesian academics and their staff -- Draconologists, led by Frederic of Serault. I think Frederic is actually de Serault, as in of the latest generation of the de Serault family. He is just the youngest, and a mage who was sent away to the Spire, and so can't inherit.

Despite Chateau Estival not being much more than an outpost, it gets put on the Important Vassals map made within Serault because it is a de Serault of the main line running it. Frederic is named its lord, its "Baron" even though that is untrue not only because lesser titles are abolished for everyone, but because as a mage and therefore can hold no lands directly. I'm making that up but assume it would be true in Orlais.

Good reputation, good conduct (and noble name and donations) earned him leave to travel away from the Spire, but being seen as unreliable as a descendant of the Shame meant at first his research got no official funding. Lucky for him, his mom (then the Marquise) set him up with Chateau Estival and initial funding. The quality of his dragon scholarship subsequently convinced the University, Spire, and crown to collaborate and fund it in full.

Though neither the Huntress or Scholar may realize it, it was actually the extraordinary academic work and reliable of their younger brother that went a long way toward cleansing the Shame in the minds of the regular nobles and bureaucrats of the capitol, which was a good step in the direction of the Divine being politically able to visit Serault.

Villages that are vassals to Alyons and are in their immediate region (I am imagining Alyons, not being shamed, but being as-yet unable to pry territory away from Serault, has acquired more vassal territory elsewhere, not contiguous with their main borders)

Val Colline, mentioned as being in need of saving from Venatori in DA:I, appears roughly on the wartable map where I am putting it on mine. It appears on the cool original map by @chantry-scholar which is how I realized it was missing from mine. I had put a village called "Contrefort" there so I just replaced the name. Maybe Contrefort is a nickname for the region, which is after all in the foothills of the Blasted Hills. It is ruled by a baron as it says in the mission text, so it makes sense for it to be a vassal to a marquisate like Alyons. You could imagine it belongs to Andoral's Reach but this is the choice I made.

Lys-en-Champs, I mean this to mean Lilly in the Fields and it is so named in part due to the association of lilies and Alyons, with Chauvette de Alyons (who married the Shame before leaving him and remarrying) being called the Lily of Alyons. Maybe Alyons has a lily in its heraldry I don't know yet. It is near Lake Lys.

Ton Chemin, means "your way" or "your path" in French. I haven't decided much about this place yet other than it's a vassal of Alyons and clearly it's stuck in a dry spot surrounded by lake and marsh. Fishing and eeling (is that a word?) is their main focus I guess. It is in the middle of Lakes Lys, Alyons, and Ignorance. Yes there will be a backstory about why a lake got called Ignorance (which is the same in French and English as it turns out). The village is called your path because it's your only path on dry land through this area.

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Do you think Jon and Daenerys will have a healthy relationship?

Hi,anon! Thanks so much for this ask. Yes, I do think their relationship will behealthy, and there are so, so many reasons for it that I’d love to gush abouthere. 

1.      Troubled Pasts

Jon and Dany both had experiencesin their childhoods that shaped their perception of society and other people insimilar ways.

As a bastard Jon was viewed andtreated as inferior at Winterfell during his youth. Despite Ned’s love we cansee that this had a profound effect on Jon’s personality and led to his laterself-doubt and “broody” attitude.

From the beginning of AGoT we seefrom Cat’s treatment of Jon and the fact that he is barred from the high tableat the feast honoring Robert that Ned’s attentive parenting, Robb’s friendship,and Jon’s close, loving relationship with Arya aren’t enough to make him trulyfeel like an equal member of the Stark family.

Similarly, Dany is told by Viserysfrom a young age that they are royalty deserving of a better life. He tellsher about their home and family, but she never gets to experience any of this.Instead she is shuffled around from place to place, never allowed to feelsecure and content in a real home. The only constant in her life is Viserys andhe is abusive.

Things don’t really get better forthem from there. Jon is allowed to go to The Wall and no one aside from Benjeneven attempts to warn him what his life there will be like, and even Benjen’swarning is lukewarm. Tyrion gives him a more realistic picture of what theWatch is but by that point Jon doesn’t want to turn back from his decision.

So as a young man Jon is thrown into a hard life in one of the most unforgiving climates of this universesurrounded by people who resent him for his family name—a family name hedoesn’t actually get to reap the benefits of out in the world. Thorne callinghim “Lord Snow” sets him apart from his brothers and puts a target on his backfrom the beginning. But Jon overcomes this and finds common ground with hisbrothers, starting with Sam, so that he can develop friendships with his newcompanions.

When she is sold to the dothraki,Dany is also an outcast. Physically she sticks out like a sore thumb amongstthe dothraki and she can’t speak a word of their language. She’s a young girland a virgin who is given to an enormous, intimidating brute of a man who rapesher. In spite of this she ingratiates herself to him and the rest of the dothrakito try and make the best of her situation, learning their language and earningthe friendship of her handmaids and the love of her husband.

2.      Similar Worldviews

These experiences gave both Jonand Dany a look at what it is like to be a marginalized person in Planetos.Class discrimination in Jon’s case and misogyny in Dany’s show them both howhard it is to make a place for yourself in the world if the circumstances ofyour birth happen to put you outside the ranks of the privileged nobility.

Because of that they both make ittheir business to help the downtrodden and underprivileged people in theirrespective regions. Jon doesn’t execute Ygritte when ordered to do so,partially because it goes against his sensibilities to behead a woman, but alsobecause he hasn’t fully bought into the prejudices of his society. Andhis relationship with Ygritte allows him to see that the Free Folk are justpeople like him.

So while it’s true that Jon needsthe wildlings in the war against the White Walkers, he also brings them Southto bring them under the protection of The Wall because he believes in equalityand as someone who was treated as less than because of his birth, heunderstands to some extent what it’s like to be a wildling. And supports equaltreatment for them.

Across the world, Dany’sexperiences with the dothraki made her a champion for women in the largelypatriarchal culture in Essos. She tries to defend the women from the shepherdvillage, even though Mirri Maz Duur thinks her efforts are too little, too late.

But when Drogo dies and the strongof his khalasar desert her, Dany is just as happy to have the allegiance of thewomen, children, and elderly who are left to her when the others leave. She wants to care for peoplewho can’t care for themselves, and continues this crusade in the liberation ofthe slave cities.

She was essentially sold to Drogoas a slave and as such she cares deeply about the atrocity of slavery, refusingto sail for Westeros until Ghiscari slavery has been abolished entirely. Shealso liberates the women of the dosh khaleen, who are living in their own sortof slavery under the authority of the khals until Dany frees them.

Jon’s egalitarian views resultedin the men who are supposed to serve and obey him murdering him instead. Dany’ssimilar choices led to her own subjects attempting to murder her.

So we can see that equality andfreedom are important values to both Jon and Dany. And both of them faceddoubts and resistance from not only their enemies but their friends and allies, too, on their quests to improvethe quality of life for the wildlings, the dothraki, and the slaves. 

So in one another, Jon and Dany will finally findanother person who 1. Understands what it is like to be a leader/ruler 2.Understands what it is like to have to make the unpopular decisions and 3. Iswilling to put themselves on the line to help the least fortunate people in theworld.

They also both know when violenceor drastic measures are necessary. We’ve seen Jon execute people against hisown hesitation on the matter, with Janos and then Thorne, Olly, and the othertraitors. This is something he obviously struggled with but he still did itbecause it is what needed to be done. At the same time, we know that Dany hashad to execute people who have challenged her rule, a rule that keeps peopleout of the chains of slavery. She was forced to execute Mossador and make anexample of the former master who she fed to Viserion and Rhaegal, and while Ithink she learned from this mistake later, she crucified the masters for theircrucifixion of the children. So both of them have experience with making thetough choices and facing the consequences.

This is very important for twopeople who are in positions of power when it comes to their relationship. It isessential that they share these values if their relationship is going to work.

3.      Important Differences/Yin and Yang

But I am not here to try and saythat it will all be perfect. Jon and Dany have a lot of differences inpersonality. There is a reason we often look to them as the ice and fire of theseries, besides the obvious reasons of their family names, the cold and hotclimates they hail from, etc.

Dany has the fire, passion, andalso the hot temper. She is impulsive and quick to anger. But her passion alsomeans that she loves deeply and feels happiness just as intensely as she doessadness and rage.

While we have occasionally seenfits of rage from Jon, he is typically more stoic, harder to rile, and moreforgiving.

So when Dany wants to go all “fireand blood,” or when Jon doesn’t want to act rashly when she does, we can counton arguments and disagreements. But any healthy couple has these. No one isgoing to agree 100% of the time, and people often say opposites attract. So Jon’sand Dany’s differences are important, too, because they need to balance eachother out.

When Jon is full of doubt, Dany’ssurety will push him to action. When Dany acts on emotion, Jon can counsel herand make sure action is warranted. It’s like a yin and yang that I think willwork beautifully.

They even look like the yin and yang—Dany with her pale eyes and silver-whitehair, often wearing white and pale pastels, while Jon is every bit the man inblack. They complement one another in every possible way.  

4.         Common Protests

I often see people worry about the incest, but I don’t think we have a real reason to worry about that. As we know, GoT/ASOIAF is set in a fictionalized, fantasy version of medeival Europe where incest was more commonly practiced. But even if that weren’t the case, there is precedent in the series for this kind of incest, and I’m not just talking about Targaryens.

Jon and Dany are nephew and aunt, which is not a particularly close family relation.

In immediate ASOIAF history we see cousin incest that is completely acceptable and not alarming to the family members. Joanna Lannister and Tywin Lannister (Tyrion, Cersei, and Jaime’s parents) were cousins. Rickard Stark and Lyarra Stark (Ned, Brandon, and Lyanna’s parents) were cousins.

Earlier in history Jonnel Stark married his niece Sansa Stark. And Edric Stark married his niece Serena Stark.

In current ASOIAF history Aeron Greyjoy wanted to marry Asha/Yara to her uncle Victarion.

And none of this takes into account the several examples of incest in Targaryen ancestry. Since the Targaryens have strange features and some extra abilities they are not like regular humans and incest does not effect them the way it would normal people so even sibling incest is common for Targaryens (remember Jon and Dany are both Targaryen). It is a misconception that Aerys II represents all modern Targaryens or that all would be mad as he was because of incest.

So I don’t think that this would be an obstacle to Jon’s or Dany’s feelings about the other. If anything they will be elated to have a family to be a part of.

5.      Loneliness

Finally, in spite of how far they’vecome, both Jon and Dany are still lonely and desire companionship. The famousparallel that I see mentioned all the time in the Jonerys fandom comes to mind:

Jon in ASOS:

Jon wondered where Ghost was now.Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in thewoods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made himfeel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleepingbeside him, he felt alone.

Dany in ADWD:

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr waskissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himselfinside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveledand the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she wasalone.

Even with Davos and Tyrion as their respective advisers, even withTormund and Edd and Missandei and Jorah as friends, they still lack somethingthat only they can provide each other—a real partner. Someone who is theirequal and who can understand their struggles and support them. We have seen that both Jon and Dany have the capacity for love, realromantic love, not just marriages of convenience or necessity. And when ithappens, I think it will absolutely be healthy, and as happy as a relationshipcan be in the turmoil they are living through currently.

Lastly, it is something that we can believe GRRM is in favor of too based on the years of foreshadowing, discussed here by @oadara.

Thanks for giving me a reason to talk about my faves, anon :)

[sedgewicke]

This is the second book I’ve gotten almost 100 pages into, only to wonder: “Ah shit, are we not on Earth?”

Chaos Walking: “OK, I guess this is telepathic AU of the European colonization of the Americas... *cassowary shows up* OK, telepathic AU of the European colonization Australia... *some pages later* well shit, we’re on an exo-planet.”

Tearling: “OK, is the Crossing the vague name they gave whatever cataclysm that made this post-apocalyptic-future-but-also-kinda-medeival-fantasy world? Oh, no, it’s an actual migration. So, like, to some part of the Earth that isn’t populated and somehow safe from what was that did happen? Uhhhhh, alright, now it sounds like these ships they’re referring to might be space ships... no, wait, now they’re saying a dude was thrown overboard, which sounds more water-crafty, unless Bill Tear started to Adama folks.”

And I still have no idea what the situation is, because I’m “only” 200 pages in (ALL IN 2.5 DAYS!).

But I’ve really loving our protag here in the later situ. It’s like:

Todd: *sees slavery happening* “This is terrible, but I gotta keep my not-girlfriend safe even though she’s on the lam, but you know, like, um, uh.” *slaps bands on slaves, feels bad about it, still does nothing and then it’s too late*

Kelsea: *sees slavery happening* “Yo, fuck this noise, I’m yer queen, and I say yer gunna cut this shit out, even though I know it’ll bring down the wrath of a vastly superiour power in a week, but I’m gonna try and figure out how to deal with that, too!” *sets cages on fire, gives safe haven to woman (+ her children) wanting to flee her abusive husband*

AND YES, I realize that Todd and Kelsea are in two entirely different situations (although I do wonder what woulda happened if Todd raised more of a ruckus, considering he’s got the ear AND the heart of the man in charge...). Point is, I’m overjoyed to finally have a protag who’s got her shit together and her wits about her, while also not being an inhuman, flawless, STRONK FEMALE CHARACTER™. She don’t know what the fuck she’s doing, but she’s doing a pretty good job of the doing so far. So far.

Please don’t betray me, Kelsea. Don’t you do me up like this. You better not turn into a lovestruck fool next time the Fetch shows up, and OH MY GOD, can I tell you how tired I am of the “smug charming mysterious rogue who lives to piss off/engage in witty repartee with the lady protag, who for her part is infuriated and THEREFOR infatuated with the dude” trope. Like, wasn’t that Pride and Prejudice? Didn’t Jane Austen do that shit in 18-mother-fucking-13? STOP! IT’S TIME TO STOP.

I wanna see a story where Our Girl/Woman falls for one of these types, only to be horribly betrayed because that’s what usually happens when you go after “bad boys”. Oh wait, Leigh Bardugo already kinda did that, when she set up the Darkling as “The Other Man” in “The Mandatory Love Triangle”, but then turned around and threw that straight out the window. And then introduced a smug charming mysterious rogue who likes to goad Our Woman, but is LE-GI-TI-MATE-LY charming, like oh my god you don’t even know. And even when he sorta becomes part of a love triangle, Our Woman never really falls for him (even though they’re great bros), and only considers marrying him because he’s the heir to the throne and it would be for the good of her country, AND ALSO he and Guy #1/The Childhood Friend/The-One-She’s-Obviously-Gonna-Choose have, like, a genuine respect for each other and their respective skills and don’t just see each other as rivals for Our Woman’s affection, who’re always butting heads in fool displays of mating-season-bravado.

OK wow this took a swerve. Like calls to like an’ shit.