#oc : eddard lannister

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Prince Eddard Baratheon and his children (GOT OCs)

Prince Eddard of house Baratheon Eldest son of king Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister with his children from Lady Margaery Tyrell, Princess Alya and Prince Lyonel Baratheon (they're twins)

I've made this a long long time ago and I have like crazy dumb lore for them with a whole sketchbook for them and I may be sharing them here? Idk I just enjoy making stuff so yeah I'll redraw them soon I guess

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A Doe Among Lions

Trumpets heralded the arrival of the royal host, and Helaena Baratheon readied herself in the courtyard to welcome them back to the Red Keep. She watched with impatient excitement as numerous guards and knights flooded through the gates, each carrying the golden banners of the king, the crowned stag fluttering in the light breeze. Soon enough, the great destrier of King Robert Baratheon trotted proudly through the courtyard, and as he handed the reigns over to his steward and dismounted the snorting warhorse, what remained of the court of the Red Keep sank to their knees, their eyes downcast as the king surveyed his household.

Robert nodded in approval, and as he was about to turn to talk to his boyhood friend, Lord Eddard Stark, the only pair of eyes not fixed to the floor caught his own. Striding over, he offered out his hand to their owner, and when she slipped her small hand into his gloved one, he hauled her up into his embrace, lifting her clear off the ground as he laughed.

“Sister!” The King cried, his blue eyes crinkling as he set Lady Helaena down. She offered him a small curtsy- dismissed with a gruff “none of that,”- and she beamed at her eldest brother.

“Beloved brother,” Helaena said gently in greeting, before turning to her expressionless sister-by-law and offering her a curtsy too. “My queen,” she murmured, and Cersei nodded her acknowledgement before seeing to her children. “I have been so terribly lonely waiting for your return,” Helaena told Robert, who frowned slightly.

“When did you arrive in King’s Landing? You better not have sailed, girl, the seas are too violent around now. And where in the Seven Hells is Stannis,”

Helaena allowed Robert to tuck her hand into the crook of his elbow, walking her into the Red Keep as the rest of his retinue disbanded. “I came here a week or two ago, you took longer than I expected to return,” she chastised lightly. “And I did not sail here. I am sensible enough to not risk Shipbreaker Bay at this time of year, if you can believe such a thing,” Robert chuckled at her wit, having always had a soft spot for his little sister. “As for Stannis…” she continued, “I have not seen our dear brother. Lord Baelish tells me he left for Dragonstone not long after you left for Winterfell. Perhaps there has been trouble with his household at Dragonstone…”

Robert contemplated her words for a moment, before shaking his head slightly. “Strange. Perhaps we’ll receive a raven from him in due course,”

Helaena smiled, somewhat relieved, having expected Robert to at least bluster curses at Stannis for his hasty retreat. “Nevermind Stannis, at least for now. You must tell me what Winterfell was like,”

—

Helaena settled back into life in the Red Keep with practiced ease, having made the journey from the Stormlands to King’s Landing half a hundred times before. Robert had a set of chambers reserved solely for her use in Maegor’s Holdfast, and he had one of his own Kingsguard posted outside her chambers both to protect her.. She especially loved it when Robert had Ser Barristan mind her door- he had so many wonderfully adventurous stories from all his years as a knight. Custom dictated that she could not be named Princess, but Robert often bent and broke tradition to honour her as his beloved sister, even though she was so far down in the line of succession that she would never even touch the Iron Throne with her own flesh.

What she loved the most about the Red Keep, however, was being near to her family. She was closest in age to Renly, who was just over a year her senior. The pair had been all but children when Robert’s Rebellion began, though the terror of the Siege on Storm’s End was a foggy blur in Helaena’s memory; she had a feeling that Stannis had shielded his youngest siblings from the true horrors of war- as best he could, at least. For that she was grateful.

Renly spent much of his time in King’s Landing, despite being the Lord of Storm’s End. He loved the pomp and pageantry of the capital, Helaena knew, and his counsel as Master of Laws was needed. Stannis had been Master of Ships, and Robert had granted him Dragonstone. That left Helaena at Storm’s End, alone but for the childhood servants who had raised her, Renly’s leftover retinue, and Robert’s bastard son.

Helaena adored her niece and nephews too. Tommen was sweet and gentle, Myrcella the same, and when she visited King’s Landing they begged and pleaded their lady mother to let them skip their lessons with the maesters and septas in favour of playing come-into-my-castle and maidens-and-monsters with their aunt. Joffrey was not interested in playing childish games with the others anymore- “I am almost a man grown, Aunt Helaena. The Crown Prince has no need for such games!”- but he would still walk arm in arm with her and offer her a dance at feasts with all the gallantry a Prince should have.

Upon the King’s return, the Red Keep was brimming with new faces: Eddard Stark and his northmen. Robert had wanted to bring his sister before the new Hand immediately upon arrival, but Helaena had touched his arm gently and persuaded him to let Lord Stark and his daughters eat and bathe and rest after their weeks on the King’s Road. “If only your Small Council had shown the same courtesy as your sister, Your Grace,” Eddard had said grimly.

When Robert had decided the northerners had had enough time to recuperate, Eddard had bowed his head to her and kissed the black jet ring at her finger. “My lady,” he said courteously. “I’m not sure if you remember me. You were but a girl when we last met,”

“How could I forget you, Lord Eddard, who fought so valiantly for my brother, against both the Targaryens and the Ironmen,” she replied pleasantly, though in truth her memories of Eddard Stark were vague. She had been a girl when they last crossed paths, before even the Greyjoy Rebellion. But he was just as she remembered: tall and serious (though his hair had a little more grey in it these days), so she spoke the words with truth.

Lord Eddard smiled at her courtesies, before stepping to the side and beckoning his daughters forward. “My daughters, My Lady,” he said. “Sansa,” he nodded to the taller of the pair, a beautiful girl with striking blue eyes and long auburn hair. “And Arya,” he nodded to the smaller, skinnier girl. She was the image of her lord father, dark haired and long faced. They looked at Helaena curiously, their eyes flicking between her and Robert, as if trying to figure out how two Baratheons could look so very different. Just wait until they see Stannis, Helaena thought shrewdly.

“Such beauties,” Helaena smiled to the girls. Sansa beamed, and Arya cocked her head to the side. “You are so very lucky to have one another, my ladies. I only ever had brothers growing up, and Robert and Stannis are so much older than I am,” she grinned over her shoulder at her brother, who shook his head good naturedly.

“Less of the ‘old’, girl,” he said, though a wide grin spread across his face.

Helaena turned away from her brother, and back to the two Stark girls. She took one of their hands in each of hers. “We must sup one day, or take tea together. I could show you the gardens, if you’d like. Or the towers, or the crypts if you are in the mood for adventure. Only if your Lord Father permits it though,” she added with a smile to Eddard. Sansa and Arya looked up at their father with hope glimmering in their eyes.

“If you are good,” he said with a smile, answering their unspoken question. “And if I hear from Septa Mordane that there has been no squabbling,” he added. The girls nodded, bade Helaena farewell, curtsied to the King, and went on their way back to the Tower.

Helaena smiled. “Your daughters are beautiful, my lord,” she said softly. “And I am sure your other children honour you just the same,” she added. She turned to Robert. “By your leave, brother. I shall leave you and Lord Stark to your tourney planning,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye- it was no secret that Eddard was not best pleased with the prospect of the Hand’s Tourney.

Eddard bowed his head as she left. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she,” Robert said, coming to his side. “Wilful though, Ned. Stubborn as a mule. I swear, she’s the reason Stannis went bald,”

Ned smiled a tight smile. “With you three as brothers, I am sure she had to grow a thick skin,” he said.

Robert grinned. “Renly was the worst for it,” he said. “It’ll be a miracle if he can sire any children at all, the amount of kicks to the bollocks he’s taken over the years. Oh, her septa used to tell her off something rotten for it, but I could only laugh, to tell you the truth of it,” he smiled his ruddy smile.

Ned nodded slowly. “And what of her having children of her own?” He asked. “Have you and Stannis managed to arrange a match for her? She must be what… ten-and-seven by now?”

“Ten-and-nine,” Robert corrected. “Twenty in a few moon’s time,” he shook his head. “Stannis is keen to have her wedded and bedded before her twentieth nameday. He’s of the thought it should’ve been done long ago, but…”

“But no suitable suitors have come forth?” Ned supplied gently. He knew the feeling, having had a younger sister of his own, and not being terribly keen on the betrothal between his eldest daughter and Robert’s eldest son.

“Gods, no. They’re awful,” Robert complained. “Despite all the love I have for you and your wife, I won’t wed her to Edmure Tully. Robert Arryn is a boy of six- she’ll be barren before he’s of age- and longer still before Lysa loosens his swaddling cloths. I refuse to whore her out to Dorne. And Cersei has been pointing every golden haired, sniveling little lion cub to whom she’s a cousin or an aunt out to Helaena whenever she sees her. D’you know my squire, Kevan Lannister’s lad… ah, I forget their names, they all look the bloody same… anyway, Cersei suggested I betroth her to him. I’m not wedding my sister off to a bloody squire, no matter how much gold he shits. The only Lannister I’d even consider is Tywin, and by the gods, you know how much I hate the old bastard, Ned, but at least he isn’t some poxy green lad,”

Ned laughed lightly, and he couldn’t help but agree with the King, though his reasoning was a lot darker- despite all their courtesies, the Lannisters were no friends to the Starks, and Ned could not help but question their loyalty to the Baratheons.

“There’s always the Ironmen,” Ned said wryly. “Theon is still my ward; Baelon Greyjoy may see it as an honour for his heir to be wedded to the king’s sister. It could lessen any enmity that might still lurk after all these years,”

Robert harrumphed at that. “It’d give that old squid the wrong idea, ideas above his station. Although I’m sure you’ve raised young Greyjoy in the ways of the wolf, Ned, I will not risk it,” he sighed and carried on. “Would that your son, the eldest one, Robb… would that he were older…”

“Robb is a boy of fourteen, and his sister younger still; yet Sansa is the one with the betrothal,” Ned reminded him. “There would not be so long a wait as that which would happen if you wed her to the Vale,”

Robert only grunted. “I don’t mean to insult you, Ned, but I want her protected,” he said lightly. “Your boy has only known summer,”

Ned considered his words. “Aye. Winter is coming,” he conceded, and Robert hummed in agreement.

“Grim words, you Starks have,” he replied. “But they have the right of it. Perhaps a northern marriage would do her good. She has the spirit for it. That Jon Umber of yours, the Smalljon I mean. Now there’s a man, Ned!” he said, his morose expression turning into a grin as he rubbed his hands together.

Ned smiled slightly, trying to picture the sweet Lady Helaena next to the Smalljon- who was almost as tall as his Lord Father, the Greatjon Umber, and growing still. The King and the Hand continued their walk, talking of men and warriors, of battles and betrothals, and winters yet to come.

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3 - The Feast pt 1

Part 4

The Last Velaryon

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Chezney and I followed Robb's heel's quickly through the winter castle. All our belongings were being brought in by some of their guards and the rooms being prepared by the maids. But none of that matters to me. The ends of my dress had begun being covered in thick mud. "So where are we going now, Robb?"

He glanced over his shoulder causing his curls to bounce as he walked ahead of us. "It's just a little further, my ladies. Don't you worry I won't keep you out long to catch frostbite."

"It's colder than I anticipated it to be, Haelesa." Chezney shivered under her one layer winter fur causing me to pause in my step and drape mine over her shoulders to which she protested. "You'll catch a cold for sure."

Shaking my head I kept walking forward. For most of the remaining trip I didn't notice the cold too bad until we stopped moving and ended up underneath a large red tree in the middle of a winter garden area. "She's right, Lady Haelesa. I would never hear the end of it if you froze to death on my watch." Robb came over sliding his light colored fur cloak off his shoulders.

"Robb, that's not necessary. You'll surely freeze too." I attempted to turn down his offer.

But the Stark boy was raised to be honorable and kind by his parents. He placed the cloak over my shoulders and it almost fell off since it was bigger on me than him. He moved his hands down, tying the laces so it stayed on. "I was born in the North, remember. I'll last longer without a cloak than you and your friend would have."

"Well thank you. So what is this place?" I lifted my head up slightly eyeing the tall red tree in front of the three of us.

He lifted his blue eyes upwards the tree. "This is the Godswoods of Winterfell. My parents were married underneath this tree and someday I shall be too. I thought I should show you since they probably don't have one like it in the south."

"I must say I've seen more of the North than the place I shall call home for the rest of my life." I sadly admit to him.

He apologized. "I'm sorry."

"Not you're doing. It is the fault of my new golden husband." Shrugging my shoulders.

He made a face at me. "You're the girl from the foreign fish house by Dragonstone. My father mentioned it once but I didn't think I would be meeting you during the king's ride here."

"Yes well, my father had legitimate son's. The one he has is only concerned with bedding girls instead of helping the family name. So it all hangs on my head." I explained to him.

Robb eyed me silently for a moment. He wasn't sure what had come over him but he knew he couldn't keep it to himself. "You don't want the marriage to the Kingslayer do you?"

"I told her he might be nice once she gets to know him." Chezney remains the hopeful one.

Turning my head slightly back and forth the wind managed to catch some of the baby hairs that couldn't fit into my braid. "I've heard some good and some bad. Rarely any good ones come from an arranged marriage in this life."

"My mother claims that hers ended well. Five Stark children and an honorable husband." He pointed it out to me.

Nodding my head I kept on. "Indeed it appears so. I dream of the day but it is not my only dream in life."

"An arranged marriage is not my dream either.  But I was raised to be lord of Winterfell. I must do the duty of my house." He declared dropping his brown gaze onto me. "What is your dream, Haelesa?"

Throwing my arms away from my sides I raised them in the air feeling a rush of excitement at somebody finally asking me after all these years. "What I want is to see the world. I've lived my whole life in a castle surrounded by water. After the Targaryen reign ended my house fell into the shadows. I assumed I would die in that castle until my father declared I was to wed Jaime Lannister."

"But we are seeing the world, D." Chezney attempted to say.

Sending her a glare I wasn't finished. "Until we're shipped off to Casterly Rock surrounded by the ocean once more. Forgive me, Robb but what I want is something I shall never have."

"I understand, my lady." He replied softly. "You want love and adventure. Same as I."

I chuckled lightly at the eldest Stark boy. "Aren't we a pair."

Chezney turned her attention away from our conversation hearing the galloping of hooves coming our direction. Robb and I soon noticed it and turned our heads over our shoulders seeing a Stark knight. "My lord, my ladies. Lady Stark sent me to retrieve you for the feast tonight."

"Thank you, ser. We were just on our way back." Robb nodded at one of his father's men.

Chezney and I watched the knight remain there where she spoke up. "Was there something else, ser?"

"Ser Jaime wishes to see his betrothed before the feast tonight. I was informed to escort you to him." The knight said.

Tugging the cloak closer around me I huffed following Robb back on foot. Chezney was behind us and the knight followed from behind even though I didn't feel afraid in these woods. "And so it begins." Getting back to the castle I didn't bother with changing out of my muddy clothes if he wished to see me it would be like this. The Stark knight led me through some hallways until we reached the chambers we had been given by Lord Eddard for our time being here.

The Stark knight held open the door and I shooed him away where he shut the door before my betrothed ever uttered a word. "I was wondering if you were ever coming back or had you and your lady in waiting scampered off to the woods with that boy."

"The boy's name is Robb. Now what is it you wished to see me for?" I questioned him.

Jaime smirked, taking a step towards me. "Ah already on a first name basis are you. Tell me are you more intrigued by such danger of getting caught. Because I can gladly help you with your desire before the wedding in a few weeks."

"Hah. I have no desire to share your bed." I scoffed.

He shook his head. "But you'll have to at some point."

"Not by my choice." I sniped, closing Robb's cloak tightly around me. "If you called me here just to make flirty remarks I must be ready for the feast."

"I have something for you actually. If you're interested." Spinning on my heels I headed towards the door until he spoke up. He went over to a crate drawing out something long wrapped in a cloth sheet. He unwrapped it revealing a shiny new blade.

Tilting my head to the side I slowly moved away from the door admiring the newly forage sword that he had placed on the edge of the bed. "Did you have it made for me?"

"I did my best to get the balance right. If it's too heavy I can have the blacksmith change it." He said back to me.

Slowly wrapping my fingers around the handle I took a hold of it with both hands. Swinging it lightly around I could feel much better balance than the one I held at Kings Landing. "This is much better but I don't understand. Why do this for me?"

"It's very unlikely we will fall in love with this arrangement. So I thought I'd do something to make you happy. I saw that we are both in our true element when we were sword fighting. It's yours, Haelesa." Jaime explained resting his right hand on his hip.

Laying the sword down on the bed I sent him a tiny smile. "Thank you, Jaime."

"You're welcome. Now you best get ready for tonight. We can practice before we leave here in a few days." He says while I put the sword back in its holder and headed for the door.

Opening the door I halted in my tracks seeing his sister standing there where I quickly gave her my best curtsy. "Your grace."

"Little Velaryon." She greets me with a stern look walking past me and into her brother's chambers. Once the door was shut behind the young Velaryon Cersei changed her entire demeanor towards her brother. "What exactly do you hope to gain with her?"

Jaime sat down on the bed confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I am talking about. I have spies everywhere in the city. They told me about you sword fighting with her and her lady in waiting. Now you present her with her own sword. Father won't be happy with that."

He rolled his eyes. "Father has rarely ever been happy with anything we've done in our lives."

"Probably because you and our monster of a brother never did what he wanted. Like jumping off the side of the Rock when we were children." She grumbled to him.

Jaime rolled his eyes. "There was nothing wrong with what I did until you told him about it. Now is there something you want to tell me or did you just come to snoop on me?"

"I came to warn you of her. She won't love you. She's a child and she will never have what we have." Cersei stepped closer to him, throwing her bright red dress around as she went.

Jaime dropped his hands in his lap. "Don't tell me you're jealous of the Velaryon girl. She doesn't want this marriage. The only thing I can do is make it look like this can work between us. If I make it clear that I am with you both our heads will be on spikes."

"You let me worry about my drunk husband. And remember that father doesn't care if you make her slightly happy or not." The queen of the seven kingdoms eyed her brother.

He got to his feet snagging her wrist and bringing her to his embrace. "Lannisters don't act like fools. It's the family name that lives on. Nothing else matters."

"So give her a child and then be done with her. That's the plan." She nodded to him in agreement sepering from him and leaving him to prepare for the feast herself.

I wasn't familiar with the rules of many feasts where the royal family was present. Thankfully I wasn't the one hosting such an event. I simply had to represent my house to the best of my ability. Chezney and I made our way down the cold stone stairs that led into the large dining hall. "I can't believe we're here together, Hael."

The feast

"It's not that exciting." I told her where she huffed and I knew I needed to change my attitude about this. "I'm sorry, Chez. This just doesn't feel like me. All the formalities, gowns and accessories. I don't care for it all."

She squeezed my arm that was looped through hers. "Yeah. I suppose you'd rather be running through the woods like a wilding."

"I wouldn't say that - oh I'm sorry." I accidentally bumped into a young girl with dark brown hair and a messy dress. Tilting my head to the side I recognize her as the youngest Stark daughter. "You're Arya aren't you?"

She spun around on her feet. "You're the Velaryon girl. Come sit with me." She takes hold of my hand and drags me to her seat with Chezney trailing behind us and pulling up a chair for herself.

"So how boring are these things normally?" Chezney asked the young girl.

Arya sticks her tongue out. "Extremely. I don't like them. But I can't stand that either. I'm Arya, what's your name?"

"I'm Haelesa and this is Chezney." Following her gaze I saw that her older sister Sansa was gossiping with her friends. She kept aweing the blonde haired prince who was looking in her direction. I couldn't blame her for not liking it. Yes he was cute and had the title of Prince but that wasn't important if he was a brute. "I see that. I never had any sisters to relate to."

"She was stuck with me. I think I do a rather good job." Chezney throws an arm over my shoulder.

Arya smiled, grabbing her fork and getting some cake on the end of it. "Watch this, it'll be funny."

"Arya!" Sansa gasped shapely when the cake from the fork smashed on her cheek. Some of it fell and got on her dress which caused laughter to fill the hall. Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn't contain the laughter that fell from my lips. Chezney nearly fell backwards off her chair.

At that time Lady Stark sent her eldest son a look sending him over to the three of us. Robb began coming in our direction where I warned the girl. "Run Arya."

"Come on. Get some more." Chezney attempted to help her get some more cake on her fork to do it a second time.

Scrambling to my feet I moved around in the blue dress I wore hoping to block him from his sister. "Haelesa, what are you doing?" He chuckled moving but I got in front of him at every step.

"Keeping you from her, what does it look like?" I teased him with a grin.

Robb made a move but I jumped in front of him yet again. He kept his hands at a distance where if he had he could easily beat me here. He was much faster and stronger after all. "My mother wants me to put her to bed before she embarrasses us more tonight."

"Sorry Robb. But it's three against one." I chuckled seeing his eyes shift from me to my best friend and his sister then back to me. "What's the problem, Stark. Afraid to fight a girl?"

He answered my question. "I was raised not too."

"It's all in good fun." I responded.

Chezney nudged Arya who bent her spoon back and launched cake in his face. He ran toward her and he almost grabbed her until I jumped on his back and we went tumbling to the cold floor. "Haelesa!" He called out my name in a fit of laughter.

"Ha we beat you." Chezney teased him with Arya proudly at her side.

Robb rubbed the back of his head while I brushed the dirt off my dress. "Yes you did. Now off to bed you." He forced himself to his feet pushing his sister towards the hallway.

"At least you're not a sore loser, Stark." My best friend sticks her tongue out.

I pushed myself up to stand on my own feet not bothering with fixing my messy hair. I felt my chest rising up and down knowing I was enjoying myself at this moment. "Uh, I need some air." I told the pair sensing that someone was watching me. I was right to assume so because Jaime was leaning up against the wall watching the whole moment between us. I didn't feel comfortable being myself with him watching me.

"I'll come with you." Robb offered me his arm since I wasn't familiar with the grounds and it was nightfall now so it was easy for me to get lost.

Chezney waved bye to us. "See you later." She saw Robb and I walk away from the feast yet she wasn't the only one watching in the room.

Unknown to the young pair King Robert and his friend Lord Eddard were the ones watching them. "Ned, there's something we should talk about."

"Of course." He agreed to his friend leaving the feast.

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Children of Nadya Dormaire (in ATRF)

Carlyle Snow, Bastard (son of Theon Greyjoy) - deceased

Ren Stark, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North (son of Robb Stark)

Lena Stark Arryn, Lady of the Eyrie and Princess in the North (daughter of Robb Stark)

Eddard Stark, Prince in the North (son of Robb Stark) - deceased

Gwyndolyn Lannister, Heiress of Casterly Rock (daughter of Jaime Lannister) - deceased

Jaime Lannister (Waters), Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West (son of Tyrion Lannister)

Robb Stark, Crown Prince/King of the Six Kingdoms and Prince of Dragonstone (son of Jon Stark (Snow))

Talisa Stark Tully, Three-Eyed Raven, Lady of Riverrun, and Princess of the Six Kingdoms (daughter of Jon Stark (Snow))

Margaery Stark Baratheon, Lady of Storm’s End and Princess of the Six Kingdoms (daughter of Jon Stark (Snow))

Theon Stark, Commander of the City Watch and Prince of the Six Kingdoms (son of Jon Stark (Snow))

Edwyrd Stark, Master of Coin and Prince of the Six Kingdoms (son of Jon Stark (Snow))

Lyanna Stark Hightower, Lady of Oldtown and Princess of the Six Kingdoms (daughter of Jon Stark (Snow))

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Nine noble families wage war against each other in order to gain control over the mythical land of Westeros. Meanwhile, a force is rising after millenniums and threatens the existence of living men. And a girl from a world far different from this one, gets herself stuck in all of it.

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𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 "𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠" 𝐨𝐫 "𝐴 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒" 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐑.𝐑. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

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House of the Dragon and/or Game of Thrones rp Request

I am over 18 so, absolutely NO minors allowed! Rules:

NO minors, pls dni if you are under 18

Semi Lit to Literate and above

AT LEAST two paragraphs for responses

oc's are allowed! i can do cc x cc ships but i prefer playing as oc's

doubles are allow

open to bxb but i do prefer bxg and gxg

pls be okay with angst, i can live without smut haha but i need my angst

I'm pretty open to triggering topics but SA (for example) can be implied but I don't want details about it. I understand that kind of thing exists in that world and can affect characters behaviors (much like irl) but if it happens I'd rather not go into the details it's just disgusting. Only implying for the character arc, or plotline. Not because you enjoy it 🤢

no pedo's or bestiality, that sort of thing is just NO 🤢

pls tell me if you don't like something i write and I will do the same, communication is key to enjoying role plays

absolutely LOVE plot

If you want our hotd universe could always lead into a got universe!

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you. Love Interests I like:

Criston Cole♥

Aegon II Targaryen♥

Daemon Targaryen♥

Addam of Hull♥

Aemond Targaryen

Hugh Hammer

Corlys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Willem Blackwood

Viserys I Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Dyana

Gwayne Hightower♥

Rhaenyra Targaryen♥

Helaena Targaryen♥

Alicent Hightower♥

Characters I'll play:

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targeryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Viserys I Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Larys Strong

Willem Blackwood

Otto Hightower

Corlys Velaryon

Gwayne Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Jeyne Arryn

Aemma Arryn

Mysaria

Dyana

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you.

Love interests i like:

Robb Stark♥

Jon Snow♥

Jaime Lannister♥

Tyrion Lannister

Viserys Targaryen

Jorah Mormont

Ramsay Bolton♥

Khal Drogo

Tormund Giantsbane

Oberyn Martell

Daenerys Targaryen♥

Cersei Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Sansa Stark♥

Characters I'll play:

Eddard "Ned" Stark

Jaime Lannister

Jorah Mormont

Viserys Targaryen

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Theon Greyjoy

Tyrion Lannister

Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish

Samwell Tarly

Bronn

Benjen Stark

Oberyn Martell

Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

Cersei Lannister

Sansa Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

Brienne of Tarth

Gilly

Ygritte

Missandei

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Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

The young former Princess Visenya, and now Maegelle Targaryen, after the death of King Robert I Baratheon can finally come to King's Landing without fear of death at the hands of Robert, who has vowed to kill any Targaryen he can.

Exactly, "any Targaryen he can"…

He hasn't been able to touch Maegelle since Tywin Lannister took her to Casterly Rock and she was under his care for the next seventeen years, raised to be against her real family. Even her changed name is to make her realize who she should be.

But will she listen to it? After all, she had spent her entire life with the murderers of her family…

Introduction

Maegelle (Visenya) Targaryen

The only surviving child of the late Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell.

The first woman named Visenya since the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms, who was miraculously saved from death by Tywin Lannister before the Mountain could hurt her.

She was just a baby, she doesn't remember anyone from her immediate family. However, thanks to her servant Selaria, she knows the truth about her parents, her ancestors and their language.

She was secretly learning valyrian, following the traditions of her family and where they came from.

After the death of Robert I Baratheon, the best and worst period of her life begins at the same time... A time when she will have to fight for herself, perhaps even with her family...

The silver-haired daughter of Rhaegar, who had never even met her. Visenya Targaryen.

Prologue

"Ah, how beautiful it would be to leave them all and go on your own!" King Robert Baratheon said as he sat down in a chair at a table spread out on the grass.

"I'd go with you." His longtime friend Eddard Stark replied, sighing softly and looking at the fields stretching out around him.

"So what do you say about that? Just us and our swords, and of course the wenches in the taverns to warm a little our old bones." Robert suggested, taking advantage of the food spread out on the table.

"You should have proposed that twenty years ago."

"Ugh..." he sighed and threw something on his plate. "We had our wars, women... But never youth."

"I remember it a bit differently..." Ned replied, making his friend laugh and then he smiled at the memory of the past.

"Including that one wench, how was she?" At this point Ned's mood turned a bit, but he didn't let it show. Nevertheless, he stopped listening a bit to what Robert had to say to him later and replied immediately.

"You mean Bessy?" He asked, as if looking at his friend, but his thoughts were somewhere else.

"Yes, Bessy... Thank the gods for her and her tits." they laughed lightly. "And how was yours? Alina...? Ugh, you know who I mean, bastard's mother."

"Waila."

"Of course... She had to be good to make Stark forget his honor." Robert noted. If he only knew the truth... "You never said what she looked like." maybe because she wasn't there?

"And I won't." Eddard declared, looking away from his friend and focusing again on the field and the forest in the distance.

"We were in the war." Robert began. "We had no idea if we would survive it." He seemed to be trying to comfort a friend who was all too good at hiding the truth. "You are always too strict with yourself and probably if I were not the king, you would have hit me." he said finally.

"And that's the worst drawback of your being king." He replied, smiling slightly.

Would he actually hit him? Who knows, but Ned himself felt he wouldn't have done it, despite everything Robert said. Even if it adds credibility to his lie.

"Believe me, it's not the biggest flaw..." Sighing, he reached into one of his pockets for a piece of folded paper. "A messenger arrived at night." He handed Stark the letter and leaned back on the chair.

"Daenerys Targaryen..." Ned read as he unfolded the paper. "...she married a Dothraki khal." He looked at the letter a moment longer, raised an eyebrow for a moment, and folded it back on the table. "You want to send her a wedding gift?"

"Yes, a knife, preferably a sharp knife and immediately with a hand that will use it..." he growled angrily, sipping a little alcohol, as was his habit often.

"It's just a child." Ned said dismissively.

"Which will soon spread her legs and start giving birth." His friend added.

"Wait... You are serious?"

"Fully, is it such a disgrace? It was a real disgrace what the Targaryens had done to the Starks, led by Rhaegar Targaryen and what he had done to your sister Lyanna! My beloved, destined for me!" Evidently Robert was irritated about the Targaryen. He leaned over the table a little and added one more sentence with fury in his eyes. "I will kill every Targaryen I can get my hands on!"

"You're not doing very well, three of them alive, including one in Westeros." Ned commented, making his interlocutor even more angry.

"Because bloody Tywin Lannister keeps her in his stronghold, hiding her from the world! And over the sea it is said that Khal Drogo has a hundred thousand warriors!"

"Even a million dothraki aren't a threat to us as long as they are on the other side of the sea, without ships!" Stark tried to explain it all to him as simply as possible, raising his voice a little at him to make it clearer.

"But there are still people who call me a usurper. If a young Targaryen ever stands on this land, there will be some rogues to support him.

"If. And yet he will not cross, the Dothraki believe that great water is poisonous. And even if he miraculously succeeds, we'll push him over to sea." Robert fell silent after his friend's words, and after a moment of watching him, he drank again.

Honestly? He didn't quite know what to think about it. It irritated him immensely that he couldn't kill this bloody lineage to the end, especially the person he had on the same continent. Once... He almost made it once, when he saw her when he arrived at Casterly Rock. But still the fucking child got away with her life, and she still dares to breathe in these lands. An innocent child? Idle talk, they've killed so many Targaryen children already and they've just decided to spare her? There had to be a purpose for it, he just couldn't get there yet.

"War is coming, Ned." Robert finally said, deciding not to share his thoughts after all. "I don't know when or with who, but I'm sure we will fight." ~ -> Chapter I "Home?" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

I won't tell you with who Visenya's gonna end up, because... Well, there will be a few love stories across the book 😅 Enjoy

But I can give you a small spoiler of who will show up in the book 👀 ↓

Ser Arthur Dayne

[dragonsbone]

too many ideas, too lazy to write ✨ ↳ josana lannister, a dance of lions 🦁

A Lannister always pays his debts. 

A phrase commonly associated with the prideful and ambitious House Lannister of Casterly Rock.; their word was as good as gold. If one were to help a Lannister by any means necessary, then they’d be rewarded sufficiently in repayment. At least, this is what Josana Lannister had grown up hearing, and with a guardian such as Tywin Lannister, she had seen it play out many times.

Born as the second child and only daughter of Jafford Lannister and Laissa Bellard, the young girl with a cunning tongue and a sharp mind to match grew up under the protection of her lord uncle. Many suspected the great lion of the rock favored his niece due to her name resembling his late wife, but Tywin would never admit to such false speculation. No, Josana was more than a dead ringer for his dear wife. She was his prodigy. A child crafted by his years of expertise to follow and obey his every command until she became a true lioness of the South.

Upon the tragic news of Jon Arryn’s death, an opportunity presented itself to Tywin on a silver platter. King Robert Baratheon was in need of a Royal Hand, and there was only one eligible member to acquire the position: the Lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark. Tywin seized the chance to claim the North by betrothing his niece to Ned’s eldest son, Robb Stark. 

Josana Lannister was many things, but a coward was not one of them. She accepted the betrothal through gritted teeth and veiled reluctance, but nonetheless went through with it. She would listen to the plans made by the Northern men, soothe the worries of women whilst hearing their gossip, and she would do it all with a gentle smile and wicked eyes. For Josana may play the role of the dutiful fiancé, but the ravens sent back to Casterly Rock with the secrets of the Starks said differently.

The lioness was alone in the North, yet refused to tremble under the presence of wolves.

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Rules, Muses & Mains below ;

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1.Please DO NOT rush me with replies. i am kind of slow with replies from time to time. i try to get better with that buttttt. xD

2. Note that this is not my only blog so i may not be on here everyday.

3. i will NOT be writing with anyone who isn't of age. so please if you are under age DNI please & thank you.

4. this blog WILL have NSFW themes on here & yes i do write NSFW threads.

5. i am a shipping whore, 9/10 i'm gonna like the same ship as you.

6. ALL muses will be written as Bi.

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House of the Dragon Muses ;

Alysanne Targaryen FC ; Scarlett Johansson

Rhaenyra Targaryen FC ; Emma D'Arcy { Show-based }

Daemon Targaryen FC ; Matt Smith { Show-based }

Aemond Targaryen FC ; Ewan Mitchell {Mostly book based }

Alicent Hightower FC ; Olivia Cooke { Show -based }

Helaena Targaryen FC ; Phia Saban { Show mixed with book-based }

Aegon Targaryen FC ; Tom Glynn-Carney { Show -based }

Jacaerys Velaryon FC ; Harry Collett { Headcanon-based & some pulls from the show }

Saera Targaryen FC ; Jodie Comer { Headcanon & book based }

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Game of Thrones Muses ;

Sansa Stark FC ; Sophie Turner { Show, book & headcanon mix }

Cersei Lannister FC ; Lena Headey { Show & book mix }

Tyrion Lannister FC ; Peter Dinklage { Show-based }

Jamie Lannister FC ; Nikolaj Coster { Show-based }

Daenerys Targaryen FC ; Emilia Clarke { Show up till season 5 then headcanon }

Sandor { The Hound } FC ; Roy McCann { Show-based }

Joffrey Baratheon FC ; Jack Gleeson { Show-based }

Margaery Tyrell FC ; Natalie Dormer { Show-based }

Oberyn Martell FC ; Pedro Pascal { Show-based }

Lyanna Stark FC ; Katie McGrath { Book-based mixed with headcanon }

Joanna Lannister FC ; Lucy Lawless { headcanon }

Jon Snow FC ; Kit Harington { Show-based up till season 5 then headcanon }

Theon Greyjoy FC ; Alfie Allen { Show & headcanon mix }

Viserys Targaryen iii FC ; Harry Lloyd { Show-based }

Ramsay Bolton FC ; Iwan Rheon { Show-based }

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Testing Muses ;

Petyr Baelish FC ; Aidan Gillen

Catelyn Stark FC ; Michelle Fairley

Myrcella Baratheon FC ; Nell Tiger Free

Dragons ; Drogon, Syrax, Caraxes, Seasmoke, Vhagar, Dreamfyre, Sunfyre & Silverwing

Direwolfs ; Lady, Ghost & Nymeria 

Ser Criston Cole FC ; Fabien Frankel

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OC Muses ;

Valkyrie Targaryen { Daenerys & Jon's daughter } FC ; Katheryn Winnick

Eddard Targaryen { Ned } { Sansa & Jon's son } FC ; Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Alyssa Targaryen { Sansa & Jon's daughter } { twin to Eddard Targaryen } FC ; Tamzin Merchant

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MAINS ;

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𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰:

Captain Hallis Mollen: called Hal, is a member of the household guard of Lord Eddard Stark at Winterfell. Hallis is muscular and has a square brown beard. He has a tendency to state the obvious and has a loose tongue. During the battle in the Whispering Wood, Hallis personally commands the guards protecting Catelyn, after asking for the honor. Robb, now King in the North, sends Hallis, twenty guards, and five lordlings to protect Catelyn when she goes south to meet Renly Baratheon and negotiate a possible alliance. At Winterfell, Barbrey Dustin, Lady of Barrowton, tells Theon that should Ned Stark's bones emerge from the Neck, the escorts will be prevented from going north of Barrowton. Carrying the remains of Eddard Stark and aware of the taking of Winterfell, Hallis makes the order to go to Castle Black to Jon Snow. Canon. Song Era.

Queen Jeyne Westerling : is the eldest daughter of Lord Gawen Westerling and Lady Sybell Spicer. Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, agrees to marry a daughter of Lord Walder Frey as part of the alliance between Houses Stark and Frey. Jeyne's father, Lord Gawen Westerling, is captured by Robb's army captures during the battle in the Whispering Wood and held at Seagard. During the westerlands expedition of Robb, now the King in the North, his army storms the Crag, the ancestral keep of House Westerling. Since Robb is wounded by an arrow, Jeyne's mother, Sybell, and uncle, Ser Rolph Spicer, encourage the girl to nurse the Young Wolf. While recuperating at the Crag, Robb receives a message that his younger brothers, Bran and Rickon, have been killed by his former friend, Theon Greyjoy, who captured Winterfell. Jeyne comforts Robb in his grief and they sleep together. To protect her honor he marries her the next day, but the marriage leads directly to the break-up of Robb's alliance with Lord Walder. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Regent Allyria Dayne: Allyria Dayne is a noblewoman of House Dayne, and according to semi-canon sources the younger sibling of Ser Arthur Dayne and Lady Ashara Dayne. She is the aunt of the young Edric Dayne, Lord of Starfall, whose father was her older brother. Having been revived several times by Thoros of Myr, Lord Beric Dondarrion admits that he has forgotten the hair color of the woman he was pledged to marry. With Berric dead, the alliance with House Dondarrion dies with him. Regardless, Allyria offers Princess Arianne safeguard at Starfall as well, backs up a second plan if she wished to Crown Princess Myrcella again. Allyria is under the impression that her sister, Ashara was in love with Ned Stark and thus, has no ill thoughts toward the man or the North. Canon. Song Era.

Lady Myrielle Lannister. Daughter of Genna Lannister, having been born out of wedlock after the death of Genna's husband, she bore the name Lannister instead of Frey. Myrielle often felt neglected by her aunt' paying more attention to Jaime and Cersei than to herself and thus, she was often spending her days with other lesser Houses or her cousin Joy Hill, to the dismay of her mother, as she made friendship with a bastard. She is send reluctantly to King's Landing to become a lady companion of her ocusin when Tommen is crowned King. OC. Song Era.

Lady Mellario of Norvos: Lady Mellario is a noblewoman of the Free City of Norvos, and the estranged wife of Doran Martell, the Prince of Dorne. She had three children by him: Arianne, Quentyn, and Trystane. Mellario was born in Norvos. Accompanied by her guardsman, Areo Hotah, she met Prince Doran Martell when he was visiting the city of her birth. Doran caught her eye during a festival, where the three bells of Norvos were ringing and the bears were dancing.[6] When Doran returned to Dorne, Mellario went with him, escorted by Areo. Hotah Doran and Mellario were betrothed. They would marry not long after, as their first child, Princess Arianne was born in 276 AC. Two more children would follow: Prince Quentyn, born in 281 AC, and Prince Trystane, born in 287 AC. Since divorce in Westeros is uncommon, Mellario eventually returned to Norvos. There's some bitterness about this from Mellario, as Doran was the Prince of Dorne, which enabled his children to stay with him, while she had to leave them behind. Canon. Song Era.

Lord Rennifer Longwaters: Rennifer Longwaters is the chief undergaoler of the dungeons beneath the Red Keep. He is descended from Ser Jon Waters, the bastard son of Princess Elaena Targaryen and Lord Alyn Velaryon. As chief undergaoler, it is his duty to keep the counts of the prisoners in the cells of the Red Keep. Ser Jaime Lannister enquires into Rennifer's role in the escape of his brother, Tyrion Lannister. Rennifer explains how the cells work, and boasts of having royal blood. When Ser Jaime seeks out Ser Ilyn Payne before departing for the riverlands, Rennifer lets Ser Jaime into Ser Ilyn's quarters. Considering the youth of the new Lord of Driftmark, Rennifer disputes that perhaps a relative of age should take place until the boy is of age. Canon. Song Era.

[arr1x]

Young prince Eddard Baratheon (oc)

Just a quick drawing of my baby

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 40 - The Targaryen Queen

Part 41

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

A Few Years Later

The Iron Throne had been destroyed. The throne that kings and queens fought over for thousands of years until a dragon burnt it to the ground. The six kingdoms have been faring quite well over the years. It took a lot of long hours and council meetings to get the country back into shape. Sansa had her hands full running the North as an independent kingdom like our brother Robb wanted it to be before he died. “What if I am not good enough, Father. They may have accepted Bran as King but he isn’t the last dragon?”

Lifting my head up in the room I shared with Jaime in the rebuilt Kings Landing castle I was still feeling uneasy about all this. Eyeing myself in the large mirror leaned up against the wall I slumped my shoulders. The dress I had chosen was red and golden with gray and black designs across it. It was short sleeved showing a banner seal of the

Lannister lion and the Targaryen dragon split together to combine one house seal. I had my riding boots on like normal running my hands down the fabric until arms wrapped around my waist from behind. “You have nothing to be nervous about, my dragon wife.”

“Jaime…” Spinning around in his arms I draped my arms on his shoulders lifting my gaze up so I could meet his green orbs. “We have been traveling so much with the kids. Casterly Rock to here and then Dragonstone. All over too many times to count, I just don’t want the people to think that I am not looking out for them too.”

He tilted his head to the side, raising his left hand up to cradle my cheek. Leaning into his palm he slowly spoke to me. “Listen, little dragon. Ruling isn’t easy and you are a mother first. I told you once that the rest of the world doesn’t matter, it’s just us.”

“But that can’t be true-“ He cuts me off with a quick kiss resting his forehead against mine.

He whispered back where my fingers gripped onto his armor that he was wearing. He wasn’t a Kingsguard but he decided to wear the golden armor on my coronation day. He was wearing the Lannister colors underneath like usual. “It is still true, Lynesse. As long as we are in this room or one of our chambers in either place we call home. We don’t have to worry about responsibility…all we focus on is our family.”

“Daddy!” A child’s cry came from the other side of the door making us break away from each other. He opened the door getting his legs tackled by our youngest daughter Guinevere.

The girl wrapped her arms around his legs giggling. She had taken after her father with the green eyes that almost would match my eyes at some points . But she had fully taken to having my white hair that looked blonde when she was in the sunlight. “Be careful there, little G.” I responded, bending down on my knee tugging her off her father’s leg and up into my arms.

“Mommy, Eddie keeps asking to see Uncle Tyrion.” Another girl’s voice that belonged to our eldest Rhaenyra ran inside the room where I could see her wearing a red short dress and trousers coming towards me. Her hair was in two separate braids falling over her shoulders.

Finally as if on cue Eddard entered afterwards. The locks of golden hair scattered everywhere in a set of messy curls almost on top of his head. He was wearing a training sword, reminding me so much of Arya. “He is Hand of the King, Rhae!….oh and Queen. Sorry mother.”

“It’s alright, Ed. I am not the Queen just yet.” Bouncing Guinevere on my hip I sent him a smile enjoying that he accepted his uncle with such happiness. Everyone in the world had hated the dwarf for long enough.

Guinevere tugged on my dress strap asking in her sweet voice. “Does that make daddy King?”

“It’s not like that, little lioness.” Her father stepped up taking her from my arms, ticking her stomach making her giggle loudly. “Your cousin Bran is king. I am simply the husband to the Queen of the Six kingdoms.”

Eddard raised his sword in the air with his right hand following his father with being the best young swordsman in the young King and Queensguard. “I will be a Knight, like father.”

“Nah Eddie. Dragon rider is better.” Rhaenyra crossed her arms over her chest sticking her tongue out at her younger brother. She had been riding Joanna with me since the day we told her she was old enough to ride a horse on her own.

Guinevere made a raspberry noise at her. “Princess….”

“Enough all of you. Whatever path you may choose is important. You are my children and you will be able to choose whatever you want. We have taken away the old traditions of the Gods.” I waved my index finger at the three once Jaime had placed our youngest girl on her feet so they were all looking up at us.

Someone knocked on the chamber door altering all of us. Jaime crossed the room opening the door meeting the gaze of our First Lady Knight Brienne. “Ser Jaime, My Lady. Everyone is ready. I shall escort the children downstairs.”

“Go on young dragon-lions.” Jaime nudged them with his knee sending the three of them forward. The three ran forward following closely behind the woman that was now named Commander of the Kingsguard/Queensguard. “Shall we, my dragon queen.”

He offered me his left arm that I looped my hand through tightly. Intertwining our hands together I stared up at him before we started walking through the hallways. Scanning my eyes around I felt nervous walking down their halls when we first came back here. At first glance I could only see my father Ned being killed even though I wasn't here the day it happened. I could still see a dream of it happening. But Jaime isn't without his own nightmares as I am well aware. Some scars stay with you. "What if not all the remaining houses accept me as their Queen?"

"What will it take for me to convince you that they will. Shall I drag you back to our chambers for a private reminder?' He sent me a glare tugging our walk to a halt, smirking that cocky grin he knew usually works on me.

"Jaime-" I attempted to say but he squeezed my hand still in his.

"Lynesse, this whole coronation is more for the Lords and Ladies to show their support for you in a formal way. You have been ruling the six kingdoms beside your cousin since the day the small council declared your name. You will always be their chosen queen from now and always. Just like you will forever be my loving wife." He pressed his forehead against mine, leaning down kissing me. Leaning forward I deepened the kiss until we needed breath starting our walk to the former throne room.

Walking in almost sync with each other there was a thought that kept crossing my mind. “Does it seem or feel weird to you. That I am queen but you aren’t the king of the six kingdoms?”

“Gods no, I never thought I could handle the job as Hand of the King. I most certainly couldn’t handle taking on the role of being king.” He snorted out, making me think that he was more used to sword fighting than anything else in his life.

Shrugging my shoulders I turned my head seeing that we were standing outside the main doors. "Here we go, my lion…" I muttered under my breath squeezing his hand a little tighter in mine.

"You'll do just fine, little dragon." He kissed the crown of my head watching the doors opened by two guards standing on either side. Together we strides through the aisle of people who all had their eyes on us. The train of my dress got dragged behind me when I walked. Before our eyes I noticed that Bran was sitting in his chair on the top set of the stairs where the Iron Throne used to be.

Sansa was standing beside him being on the front row of the crowds. Brienne had Rhaenyra, Eddard and Guinevere standing beside her. Arya would have been here but she was traveling the world so she was only here for Bran's coronation. Jaime and I finally stopped where he stepped to the side nodding at me with a proud smile. "Today we are gathered here to witness a beautiful moment for our time of new reign. My cousin and I may not have wanted the power but we shall keep doing our best to rule..Lynesse, please take a knee. Brienne, I will need your assistance."

"Of course, your Grace." She bowed her head stepping up to stand beside his chair ready to assist his help.

Bran glanced over to a Septon that walked forward carrying a pillow with Rhaenyra Targaryen's crown sitting on it. He held it out, never breaking his gaze with the king. "Lynesse Stark-Targaryen now married Lannister. I am here to ask will you honor the duties of the realm. Will you wear the crown and uphold the safety of the realm. Will you defend the houses and keep the peace from this day until the end of your days?"

"I will, King Brandon." I declared resting my elbow on my knee that I didn't have bent on the stone steps. Above his head was a painting made of glass that showed an image of the Iron Throne before it was destroyed and a Targaryen banner behind it. In place of the throne there was two separate thrones now on either side of the burnt swords that had been cleaned up.

Bran nodded at the Lady Commander simply. "Commander Brienne." She stepped forward pushing his chair forward where he could reach me closer.

She then handed him the crown, stepping back with a light bow. "Your Grace. My Lady."

"By the power vested in me by the Crown and law of the Six Kingdoms I hereby declare you Lynesse Lannister, formally born Targaryen, raised true as a Stark, Lady of Casterly Rock, Protector of the Realm. Now decried to be Queen Lynesse, The Last Targaryen." He lowered the crown down onto my head gently. I shut my eyes, sucking in a breath feeling the weight of the jewelry on my head. Rising to my feet I turned to face the crowd seeing Tyrion standing beside Sansa's side.

He raised a cup of wine in his hands declaring. "I, Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister!" He bent down on a knee nodding his head at me.

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater now known as Lord of Highgarden and Master of Coin. "I swear fealty to Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Yohn of House Royce swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister." Another lord bent his knee to me.

Young Robin stepped forward, dropping down. "I, Robin Arryn of the Vale swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Edmure of House Tully swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister" Catelyn's brother got up bending down by his wife Roslin's side as she was holding their son in her arms.

Sam, Jon's friend from the Wall raises his hand coming to bend the knee next with a king smile. "I, Samwell of House Tarly, Grand Maester, swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

Davos Seaworth, Master of Ships. "...swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End…" Who used to be Robert's bastard son. "swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

The two final Lord and Lady finished their vows. "I, Howland of House Reed….I, Yara Greyjoy of the Iron Islands."

"I, Jaime of House Lannister, Lord of the Rock and Husband pledge to swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister." Jaime was the last person to bend the knee to me. His green eyes only focused on me as he sent me a proud smile.

My gaze fell down onto him watching the rest of the guests in the room bend down on their knees and bow their heads. "Gods save King Bran and Queen Lynesse!" From that moment I knew our story was far from over.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Tin's OCs

Clara Snow

14 at the start of GoT

Jon's twin sister and Theon's wife

One child with Jon named Eddard

One child with Theon named Lyanna

Her direwolfs name is Shadow

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Danorlah Dynios "DandyLion"

24 at the start of GoT

A Braavosi Bard, actor, and conman, genderfluid and very charismatic

Many rumored lovers, most notable is Brienne of Tarth and Jaime Lannister.

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Lucia Clegane

13 at the start of GoT

'Daughter' of Gregor Clegane

Transgender FtM, although he can't quite put any actual words to how they identify.

Sansa's lover

Has a hound named Beastly

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Separate Universe

Achilles Targaryen

21 at the start of HotD

Baby brother to Viserys and Daemon

Rider of Patroclus "Fire Personified"

Alicent's secret lover, whom he has one daughter with named Pandora

Criston's secret lover, though it doesn't last long and ends mutually.

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Separate Universe

Josephine Redwyne

19 at the start of episode 8 of HotD

Daughter of Lord and Lady Redwyne

Serious religious trauma

Helaena's lady in waiting and lover.

Larys' wife (she doesn't love him, though he loves her)

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Separate Universe

Malys Maar

16 years old, 8 years after the Dance takes place and the Greens win

Son of Lord Maar of Braavos

Kidnapped and sold into the whore business and is bought as a gift for Aemond by Aegon.

Aemond's lover

Aegon's lover/victim

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Separate Universe

Amalthea

48 as a dragon, 20 as a human at the start of episode 8 of HotD

A dragon turned human

Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond's lover

One child with Aegon named Maegor

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Maegor

21 at the start of GoT

Beastly son of Amalthea

He embarks on a mission to become a full dragon to be with his mother again. A curse turns him to gold for 175 years until Gerion accidentally breaks that curse.

Gerion Lannister's lover

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Separate Universe

Alucard Dagonhart

24 when turned, over 150 years old at the start of HotD

A Nosferatu with a rich history, and an oath to keep to the Targaryens

Rhaenys I lover

Aemond's lover

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Periskevi

190 years old at the start of GoT

A nyad from the surface waters of Ironman's Bay

Monarch of the Nyads.

A devout follower of the Drowned God.

Euron's lover

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max mayfield (stranger things)

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eddard stark (asoiaf)

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katara (atla)

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Character Differences Between As The Raven Flies (AtRF) and My Collab GoT Fic

I have actually made a lot of changes to my GoT characters to fit both my own story and the one I’m writing with my friend, and I thought it might be fun to share what makes them so different in the collab (especially since I will be posting about both fics)!

Starting with:

Alistair Dormaire

In the collab, Alistair serves a much smaller role within the fic. He does not have a pov.

He is married to Annalys Tully, the granddaughter of the Blackfish (she’s named after one of my favorite GoT OCs of all time, Annalys Lannister from A Lion Among Wolves on Wattpad). They have a daughter named Lyarra, who later goes on to serve as second-in-command to her younger cousin, King in the North Ren Stark.

He still serves as part of the Northern army and as one of Nadya’s personal guards during the War of the Five Kings, but he is less influential than he is in As the Raven Flies.

He dies during the Red Wedding, murdered by my other friend’s OC, the Lannister assassin, Rieka Stone.

Nadya Dormaire

Overall, Nadya’s story is fairly similar between As the Raven Flies and the collab fic, but there are some pretty big changes as well. She is the only Dormaire sibling with a pov, as she is a main character.

Carlyle Snow does not exist. Nadya is not nearly as close with Ros as she is in AtRF, as my friend’s OC, Nahia “Jasmine” Sand is her best friend.

Nadya is not betrothed to Robb in S1, as Catelyn refused to approve of the betrothal.

Nadya becomes pregnant with Ren and Lena later than in AtTF, and the same can be said of her son Eddard Stark.

During the Red Wedding, Talisa is Nadya’s decoy. This allows her to escape in a different way than she will in AtRF. Nahia Sand is the one who saves her life afterwards.

Nadya marries Jaime earlier in S4 than she does in AtRF, but they do not consummate their marriage until after Tyrion’s trial. Cersei is also the reason for her miscarriage of their daughter, Gwendolyn, as she poisoned her with moon tea (she mixed it in her wine without her knowing).

Nadya is less involved with Oberyn, as Nahia Sand is his more prominent love interest.

Although she has all the same love interests as she does in AtRF, Nadya also has romances with other woman as well. Namely, Daenerys and Yara (and a little bit Talisa too).

Nadya becomes involved with Daenerys during S7, while also being involved with Jon. She remains with her until S9, the final season created by my friend and me. She is also involved with Yara in Season 9 (and also kind of Podrick too)

Nadya kills Cersei using Widow’s Wail.

In S9, which lasts for about six months after S8, Nadya becomes Hand of the Queen to Daenerys after she strips Tyrion of the title. Jon remains with her for about half the “season” but ends up leaving to return North. Nadya is left to do her best to repair the damage done by the Battle of King’s Landing and Daenerys’ crumbling image, with only Brienne and Podrick at her side. While still romantically involved with Daenerys, she also begins a secret relationship with Yara, both to secure her loyalty and because she is genuinely attracted to her. Her ploy succeeds, and by the end of the conflict, Yara is fully on her side. She also becomes pregnant with Robb, her first son by Jon, but while Daenerys is still alive and in power, Podrick claims to be the father to protect her and her son.

Nadya regretfully helps to kill Daenerys, being the one to distract her with a kiss as Nahia Sand shot an arrow into the Dragon Queen’s back.

Nadya is crowned Queen of the Five Kingdoms (Dorne also becomes independent in the collab), along with Nahia Sand (they’re co-rulers). Both she and Nahia are married to Jon, and Nadya also takes Tyrion as her paramour (their son Jaime is born later in the collab timeline than in AtRF).

Victyr Dormaire

Victyr remains in Raven’s Keep until S6 and does not have a pov. He becomes Lord of Raven’s Keep after the Red Wedding, as the eldest living son of Edwyrd Dormaire after Alistair’s death.

Victyr refuses to declare loyalty to the Boltons, and even leads the Dormaire men himself in the Battle of the Bastards.

He is first married to Alys Karstark, to strengthen the ties between the two houses (especially after Rickard Karstark’s death). It’s definitely more a marriage of duty than love, but they do grow to care for each other to a certain extent by S8 (very early NedCat vibes). Shortly before the Battle of Winterfell, Alys reveals to Victyr that she is pregnant, but both she and their unborn child are killed during the Long Night.

Victyr eventually marries Meera Reed, whom he met during S9 and fell in love with, and they have several children together: Jojen, Marah, Edwyrd, and Kyra.

He is the only sibling of Nadya to survive the entire series.

Erwyn Dormaire

Unlike in AtTF, Erwyn is not the bastard son of Edwyrd Dormaire and Melisandre. He is a true born son of Edwyrd and his wife, Marah Tyrell.

Erwyn’s role is greatly reduced, and he does not appear until S6. He has no pov.

Victyr arranges a betrothal between Erwyn and Lyanna Mormont (Erwyn is also a bit younger in the collab), as they are some of the few remaining houses still loyal to the Starks. Although still too young to actually marry, Erwyn and Lyanna understood their duty and, by the time of S8, had become quite fond of one another.

Erwyn dies in the Long Night, fighting side by side with Lyanna. After death, he becomes a wight and is shot in the head by Theon Greyjoy, putting an ultimate end to his short life.

Arielle Dormaire

Arielle is the youngest Dormaire sibling who exists only in the collab. She was Erwyn’s twin sister but died of the pox at age six.

She is said to have looked a great deal like her mother, with the auburn hair and blue eyes of a Tyrell.

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SNEAK PEAK AT PART 1 OF THE MISS YOU SERIES

Summary: Eria Stark is facing the obstacle of marriage, arranged marriage. Leofric is a handsome Lannister boy, but not someone Eira sees herself loving unconditionally. Another man catches her eye at the courting event, can he convince her to run from her duties and towards a life of passion?

Warning: Smut (detailed warning per part), Angst, Fluff, arranged marriage, violence, alcohol consumption, Oberyn x OC, OC x OC.

Marriage was never something Eira Stark had considered a possibility for the life she led. Although her family ruled all of North Westeros, she never fully appreciated the royal life. The young girl spent most of her years locked away in her room, scribbling down words that portrayed a world. A place to which she wished to escape to. Her family didn’t understand her, the eldest of the Stark children, an unwilling heir. She never indulged in power, never rubbed it in the faces of people around her. Although Eddard Stark wished she was more involved in being her father’s successor, he couldn’t help but admire her stubbornness. Which, is why he felt terrible as he knocked on his eldest daughter’s chamber doors.

“Eira, it’s your father,” he paused, “may I enter?”. He waited a few seconds, listening closely for any sign that she was inside, but instead was met with utter silence. 

As he pushed the door open, his eyes drank in the state of the girl’s room. It was perfectly pristine, like herself. It quickly dawned on the aged man that in all the years of raising her, he’d never once stepped foot in her room, how odd.

Her back was turned to him as she worked tirelessly at her desk, arms moving vigorously as her hands etched out words to the story she wrote. The parchment crinkled under her tired fingers, a huff of hot air leaving the young woman’s chest in frustration.

“Eira?” Eddard spoke again, quietly approaching the girl from behind, never straying too far from the door.

“Yes, father?” she questioned, not turning to meet him in the middle. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on her work.

“I need to speak with you.” He was being short, and it was irking her to no end.

“Then speak.” she snapped softly, an edge to her voice that her father picked up quickly.