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Thranduil Ororpher ( The Hobbit / Tolkien ) Daemon Targaryen Daenerys Targaryen ( ASOIAF / Game of Thrones ) Aegon I Targaryen ( ASOIAF / Game of Thrones ) Ka Suo ( Ice Fantasy series ) Pharaoh Atem / Yami Yugi ( Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters franchise ) Nasir ( Spartacus ) Katniss Everdeen ( OG THG ) Gaara ( Naruto Shippuden ) Kakashi Hatake ( Naruto Shippuden ) Iruka Umino ( Naruto Shippuden ) Bonnie Bennett (TVD) Stede Bonnett ( OFMD ) Aziraphale ( Good Omens ) Alucard Tepes ( Castlevania Netflix ) Hector ( Castlevania ) Louis de Pointe du Lac (  Interview with the Vampire / TVC - mixed media ) Charles Xavier ( XMCU / various comic universes ) ***Request / Potential Mutual Exclusive Muses Only. ( These will NOT have a long winded bio up simply because I will only play them ‘In Fandom’ OR ‘with a select few’ )

Geralt of Rivia ( The Witcher Netflix )

Stefan Salvatore

Coriolanus Snow ( THG ) 

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Loki ( MCU )

Levi Ackerman

Armin Arlert

Dracula ( historically based )

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Yours Before I Knew

Again, since we’ve got some lovely new Jonsa-themed headers for WIP Wednesday, I’m dusting off some old drafts to share some things.  I can still call it a work in progress even if I’ve only completed two chapters in a year, right? *sighs*  (You can find the lovely Canon-themed headers here if you want to use one)

This is a Rhaegar Won/Arranged Marriage AU that I’ve been wanting to write for ages but am easily distracted from and it may never see the light of day on ao3 so here’s the first two chapters in case anyone wants to see what I’ve got.  Fair warning, it’s all set up for Jon and Sansa marrying with a side of scheming so probably pretty dull :(

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Chapter 1-ELIA 

The queen sucked on an orange wedge relishing the sunshine as the clacking of wooden swords silenced the morning songbirds.  She did not mind that.  All her life, she’d known the sounds of boys and men training every morning.  

The stone walls of her little courtyard had been baking in the sun since it rose three hours earlier. Touching those walls might lead to a burnt hand now.  But Elia would not touch them.  She was content to enjoy the radiated warmth of them as she broke her fast and watched the boys, her son…and Lyanna’s.

Not everyone loves the sun as the Dornish do and the Sun does not love everyone.

The Dornish had been infuriated with her husband of course, none more than her brothers, but they had stayed true to the Iron Throne.  When Robert’s Rebellion had ended with the usurper’s death outside the city walls, they had remained Rhaegar’s subjects though silently sullen over the insult he had done their princess.

Heeding the advice of others, Rhaegar had chosen to avoid single combat with Robert Baratheon and instead made overtures to Tywin Lannister, appealing to the man whose ego his father had wounded more than once with promises of a better reign in the future.

And despite his melancholic outlook in general, her husband chose not to dwell overly long on his part in his father’s removal from the throne nor the circumstances surrounding his death.  Lord Tywin’s men had done all the dirty work for their new king and the unpleasantness had been swept away like filthy rushes to be replaced with fresh, sweet ones.  

But not everything had been forgotten and not everything had been swept out the door either.  

“Do you yield?” she heard Aegon cry, an edge of triumph in his childish voice.

“Nay!”

Elia scowled and continuing sucking on her orange wedge.  The boy was stubborn.  Aegon was a year older.  He was taller and a bit broader.  But Aemon would not yield until he was on the ground and pinned, usually with Aegon shoving his face into the stones if the master-at-arms did not stop them quick enough. Always determined to prove himself, Aemon fought like a wolf.  No doubt the stigma surrounding his birth and his questionable place at Court plagued him.

Like a wolf. Elia smiled despite herself.  That was what he was.  He is no true dragon.  

“That’s good, Jon!” the master-at-arms said as the tempo of the clacking wooden swords increased.  

Jon.  He preferred to be called Jon.  It was the name his uncle had given him when he’d taken the child and his sister’s bones out of Dorne before he’d learned of his friend’s death.

Lord Stark had been spared by Rhaegar.  Some whispered that he should’ve met a traitor’s end but their shared grief over Lyanna had stayed her husband’s hand.  Elia did not object to it though she would’ve thought Rhaegar might’ve stripped him of his title and lands at least.  However, the Northman had been allowed to return to his frozen forests, grateful to be reunited with his wife and young son.  He’d only been south of the Neck once since the end of the war.

Rhaegar had permitted the boy to be fostered in Winterfell as a babe before sending for him when he was six.  “The North is in his blood.  It is where he will fight his greatest battles…and where he will die someday perhaps,” her husband had once said.  Rhaegar’s obsession with prophecy had only grown with the passing of years.

The North was a place that held little interest for Elia but she was aware of their own discontented murmurs.  Nevertheless, Lord Stark had kept the vast kingdom under control and helped stop Balon Greyjoy’s ill-fated rebellion recently even though many of the Northmen held no love of the Crown.  And why should they?  Aerys had killed Lord Eddard’s father and brother after Rhaegar had made off with the Stark girl inciting the rebellion to begin with.  

The fact that Rhaegar had married Lyanna in a secret ceremony, pressuring the High Septon to allow the practice of polygamy as the Targaryens of old had, had not tempered their displeasure.  Most did not believe Rhaegar’s talk of prophesies or Aemon’s potential role in some war to come but no one said as much to the king.

“My lady?  May I join you?”

She tilted her head in acquiescence.  “Have you come to watch them?” she asked once Rhaegar had taken a seat and kissed her hand, his courtly manners undimmed despite the strained state of their marriage.

He looked towards the courtyard for a handful of seconds, watching the battle below with an indifference she couldn’t understand.  “I’ve spent my morning closeted with the Hand arranging betrothals.”

“Whose?”

“The children’s, both mine and my father’s.”

Elia swallowed her disquiet and brushed her hands along her silk skirts.  “Did Viserys have objections?”

“Objections to Arianne? Why would he?  And it was agreed to long ago.”

“And Daenerys will marry Quentyn?”

“She will.”

“Doran will be pleased.”

He hummed softly in response.  She knew the young princess’s opinion would not be sought.  Elia felt sorry for the girl and her own daughter but it wasn’t as if she’d been given any choice in the matter of her own match.  It was the lot of all highborn girls whether they carried the title of lady or princess.  And besides, Quentyn is a sweet boy.  

“And who are our children to marry?”

“Rhaenys will marry Willas Tyrell.”

“You’d marry my daughter to a Tyrell?” she asked sharply, her earlier acceptance of the fate of highborn girls quite forgotten.  

“The enmity between your family’s house and the Tyrells should end.  Willas bears no ill will towards your brother nor Oberyn towards him. It’s time the rest of you follow suit.”

Elia bowed her head, knowing that any argument would be fruitless.  Rhaegar was not his father but he would not be talked out of a decision easily either.  

“And Aegon?  Who is to be his queen?”

“I had thought to heal another breach.  The North is vast and anger lingers there.”

She could not be silent on this.  “You will not marry my son into her family!”  

Rhaegar’s eyes moved from the boys below to his wife, that strange distance in him so visible.  If he was blood and fire, why were his looks always so cold?  She contained a shiver but dropped her eyes.  She rarely spoke so heatedly towards him.  Her rages would do her no more good than her sweetness in this case regardless, she feared.

“I had thought to. I’ve decided differently.  Tywin has been a faithful servant and Cersei serves you well.”

Tywin had decidedly differently is what that meant.  And Cersei...  “She hates me.”

“Nonsense.”

“You see her beauty and her smiles.  You do not see her contempt.  You do not hear her barbed words.”  You only see what you wish to when you bed her, the wife of your best friend. She would not dare speak those words.

“She won’t be marrying Aegon, her daughter will.”

“Myrcella?”

“Yes.”

“She’s only three.”

“He’s only eleven. They’ll marry after she flowers.” He softened marginally.  “It is only a betrothal, my lady.  If things change, things change,” he shrugged.    

She stewed over that before asking about Rhaegar’s third child.  “And Aemon?”

“It is my hope that match will end the rumbling in the North.  He will marry his uncle’s daughter, the eldest girl.”

“Lady Sansa?”

“Um…yes, that’s her name.”

Did he know it to begin with? she wondered.  No matter. This arrangement did not matter to her. It suited her.  She’d have Lannisters and Tyrells as her children’s good-parents.  Wasn’t that enough to worry over?  

Who cared if Aemon, or Jon as he preferred, went North someday?  It wasn’t that she disliked him.  It was just that he was a constant reminder of things that Elia would rather forget. He’d go North and marry the Stark girl. Maybe she’d never see Lyanna’s son again if he did.

But Rhaegar had other plans as always, it would seem.

“Aemon will marry Sansa Stark once they’re of age, get an heir by her and then…we’ll see where I need him most.”

“Where you need him most? I don’t understand.”

Rhaegar did not answer.

“Well done!  Well fought, boys!” the master-at-arms cried a moment later.

Elia’s expectant smile curdled when she saw Aegon clutching his hand, his wooden sword on the stones at his feet and Aemon doing a poor job of hiding his delight.  The North could have Lyanna’s son.  She could not say she’d miss him here.  

  Chapter 2-JAIME

 Ser Jaime Lannister of the Nights Watch strolled along the corridors of the Red Keep towards the chambers occupied by his twin sister Cersei.  He caught his reflection in a mirrored panel.  He didn’t look half bad in black.  He felt no more soiled in it than he had in his white cloak.

Due to his father’s role in winning Rhaegar his crown, Jaime had not been beheaded for his own rather hands-on part in seeing an end to Aerys’ regime but he had been discharged from the Kingsguard and sent to the Nights Watch for killing his king.  

He hadn’t stayed there very long.  

It was cold and inhospitable and his fellow brothers in black had all loathed him.  He hadn’t gone out of his way to make any friends there to be honest.  They were all beneath him, none could hold a candle to him with sword or lance and the North was clearly not for him.  

So, when Lord Commander Mormont had been lamenting the lack of able-bodied recruits to fill their numbers and man the Wall, Ser Jaime had graciously offered to go South to the king and his father the Hand and see to it a regular supply of warm bodies were sent the Lord Commander’s way.  It didn’t matter that most of them were the excrement of the lowest pothouses or the ague-ridden sweepings of dungeons, Jaime knew Mormont would take them, desperate as he was.  And so long as the recruits kept arriving, Mormont did not recall Ser Jaime to his post. That suited Lord Tywin and, since Jaime avoided making a nuisance of himself around Rhaegar, it seemed the king was content for him to remain and ignored him for the most part.

He gave me a life sentence meant to humble me for killing his father but knew it was necessary if he was ever going to ascend to the throne himself.  Besides, he’d have no city to rule from if not for me.  

He had fallen into a little place here at Court.  He competed in tourneys here and there, not enough to draw too much attention to himself though.  Mostly, he assisted the master-at-arms in drilling young guards as well as the young princes.  Occasionally, the Small Council would ask him questions about the Watch.  He was as ignorant as most of them but he spoke the words he thought they wanted to hear given the current mood.

It was infinitely preferable to stalking along the top of the Wall or overseeing the digging of new latrines in the frozen shit hole that was Castle Black.  He wasn’t even sure what the Nights Watch’s purpose was anymore. The ragamuffin Wildlings who made it over the Wall once in a while weren’t any true threat to the Seven Kingdoms and it’s not like that could all breach the 700 foot edifice in their way.

As for his pupils, Viserys was quite hopeless and Jaime had been glad to see the back of him when he’d left for Dragonstone a couple of years earlier.  Aegon and Aemon, or Jon as the boy preferred, had some promise though, the younger boy more than the older.  

His twin sister Cersei was at Court as well, one of the Queen’s ladies, while his father had chosen to leave Tyrion behind at Casterly Rock, out of sight and out of mind.  

He rapped upon his sister’s door and entered when a maid answered.  Cersei stood before a mirror adjusting the emerald green gown encrusted with gold she wore which highlighted the eyes which matched his own, whilst her golden hair shone in the sunlight.

“What do you want?” she asked irritably as her maid clasped a great diamond and onyx necklace around her throat.  

You, he mouthed, earning him a scowl.  Theirs was not a typical brother-sister relationship to say the least.

“Connington’s here,” she said in a conversational tone next.  “His ship arrived in the harbor last night.”

Her husband, Lord Jon Connington, was one of Cersei’s least favorite people to see.  Gratefully, he spent most of his time in his castle while his wife spent most of her time at court.  

Only five years older than the bride he’d been gifted as a reward for his faithful services during the rebellion, Connington appeared a withered old man when stood next to Cersei these days.  Jaime highly suspected she was slowly poisoning him…or having someone do it for her.  He honestly didn’t care if it was so.  The oaf did not deserve Cersei.  A good thing the children weren’t his.  

“And did you entertain your husband when he arrived last night?” Jaime asked mockingly, his gloved hand tracing her pale throat when the maid was dismissed at last.  

“There was no need. He was eager to spend as much time as possible with the king.”  Connington would rather lick the king’s boots than his wife’s teats.  That suited Jaime just fine.    

“And who was the king eager to see last night?” he whispered in her ear, the hand at her throat squeezing ever so slightly.  

She jerked her chin and stepped away from his touch.  Jaime clenched his fist and told himself it didn’t matter.  The children weren’t Rhaegar’s either.    

Saying no to Rhaegar after carefully flirting and teasing her way into an affair with him would be foolish though.  Cersei had her reasons, no doubt.  Regardless, she was still his.  She was part of him.  She would always be his in a way the others never could be, not her husband who she spent less than fifteen minutes at a time in the company of if she could help it and not her current and practically acknowledged lover, the king.  

Deciding he didn’t wish to quarrel today, he asked after her children.  My children.

“Myrcella will be queen someday.  Father has arranged it,” she told him, clearly pleased.

He nodded.  It was neither here nor there to him.  Cersei had warned him not to get too close, not to appear too doting so as not the raise any awkward questions and he’d followed her lead.  He hoped Myrcella would be treated well by Aegon but that was the extent of his interest. They were only little children for now.

“That will be something…for you to be the mother of the queen.”

A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes as a cold smile formed upon her crimson lips.  “Yes, the mother of the queen might be enough for some.”

The door burst open a moment later.  “My lady! The Queen!” the maid from earlier gasped.  

“Oh, dear.  Whatever is the matter?” Cersei asked, the sweet concern in her tone not fooling Jaime for an instant.  “Forgive me, brother.  I must go to her,” she said once all had been relayed, a sudden pain in the stomach and the queen had vomited blood after breaking her fast.

“Of course, sister,” he bowed.  “You are one of her ladies.  You must attend her.”

And I will follow you.

Outside Queen Elia’s chambers though, he was halted by the youngest member of the kingsguard. Cersei hastened within and he took up a post of sorts opposite the knight, Ser Garlan Tyrell.  

“Has the king been notified?”

“He has, Ser Jaime. He’s expected to arrive soon.”

The pounding of feet soon met their ears but it was not the king rushing to his wife’s side.  It was her children and the king’s other son.  

“Let me by, Ser Garlan!” Princess Rhaenys shouted, her dark curls bouncing as she stood.  The knight bowed and stood aside as the princess and her younger brother headed in.  But before Jon could pass the threshold, Rhaenys rounded on him.  “Not you!” she hissed.  “She won’t want to see you!”

The boy’s crestfallen expression was quickly hidden by a jerky nod.  He would not be wanted by any of them.  It shouldn’t surprise him.  He really shouldn’t allow it to wound him by this point and yet it was plain it always did. Jaime might almost feel sorry for him…if he was much given to sympathy for others outside of himself and Cersei.

“Come along, my prince,” Jaime said affably, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders to guide him away. Out of sight, out of mind. They looked nothing alike but Jon always reminded Jaime a bit of Tyrion, a motherless boy, unwanted and unloved by most everyone.  Jaime had an undeniable soft spot for his little brother so maybe he had a touch of one for this boy as well.  “It’s been a fortnight since I’ve seen you practice with your lance.  You can’t be a knight if you never master it, you know.”

“Yes, Ser Jaime,” Jon said, looking back over his shoulder once before he allowed himself to be led outdoors.  

All morning, he drilled Jon in the lance and then swords.  He was getting quite good…for a boy of ten.

When the bells began to toll, they had just stopped to sup on roasted hen, shallots and crusty bread.

“What are the bells ringing for?” the boy asked.

“You know, don’t you, Jon?”

The queen was dead.  

Those dark grey eyes widened and the long pale face grew paler.  He looked remarkably like a Stark to Jaime.  There was little of Rhaegar in him.  

A member of the kingsguard came to share the news as night fell.  The king was said to be in seclusion and Elia’s children were with their attendants.  No one came for Jon so Jaime sat with him.  The boy cried bitter tears for the step-mother who had never loved him but never treated him unkindly either.  

Jaime allowed him a second cup of wine and soon the child was dozing in a corner while Jaime wondered how his fair sister was managing her performance, the aggrieved courtier and friend, so concerned for the welfare of Elia’s children whilst maneuvering and plotting for the day she might be Rhaegar’s queen.

Mother of the queen might be enough for some…but not Cersei.  

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