#stannis x daario

[mryoyo000]

ASOIAF Fanfic: “A Kiss For Stannis” Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Daario brushed his blue hair with the back of his hand. He wondered if Stannis would appreciate how nice and tanned his arms had gotten over the last few weeks.

He stepped out of the building where he took lumberjack classes, a tall stone lecture hall building at the top of Visenya’s Hill. And that’s when he heard the commotion:

“Help! Stop! I didn’t do anything wrong!” The voice was coming from a student named Patchface whom Daario only vaguely recognized. Patchface was waving his arms frantically, while a gold cloak confiscated a heart-shaped box of chocolates as if it was a weapon. “I’m just selling chocolates for Val-“

“Shut up!” yelled a gold cloak, slapping Patchface. “The holiday of Valentine’s Day and all associated commerce, activities, gatherings, and promotions are expressly forbidden and illegal by the decree of Mayor Tywin Lannister! If you don’t like it, take it up with the judge.”

“Oh oh oh,” yelled Patchface. He struggled to break free of the gold cloak’s grasp on his farm. “I know, I know, the mayor hates Valentine’s Day, oh, oh, oh. But I’m just trying to sell chocolate!”

“You could have chosen to sell chocolate on any other day,” growled the gold cloak. Daario faintly recognized him, the gold cloak was named Balon Greyjoy. He used to be a chiropractor until he got caught up in a lawsuit, although the corrupt mayor of King’s Landing was happy to find him a position in the city watch where he could enforce Tywin’s increasingly draconian laws.

Daario stared in horror at the unfolding scene. He couldn’t help but think of Stannis…Stannis, his boyfriend, his sweet jaw-clenching and deeply vulnerable Stannis. And what about their date night? Was that a crime worthy of arrest now, under this new law?

As the gold cloaks dragged Patchface away, Daario shook his head with worry. He’d have to call his family in Tyrosh to let them know. His mom and dad knew that he was in a committed relationship and were always asking when he and Stannis were finally going to get married. Daario blushed, imagining how shy and painfully awkward Stannis would be in a marriage ceremony. But that’s why he loves him, the guy who everyone sees as rude and distant, Daario has always known that deep down his heart is full of yearning to give love and be loved. And Daario will always be there for him.

He heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. It was Drogon, a sentient tractor. Drogon the anthropomorphic living tractor pulled up into the courtyard in front of the school building. He had rhinestones studded on the sides of his vehicular body and he was wearing green mascara. Daario knew that Drogon was dating Grey Wind, the dashing sentient motorcycle who worked at Old Nan’s Coffee Shop.

“Things are getting bad,” said Drogon in an ominous rumbling voice. “Grey Wind almost got reported today for writing ‘Happy Love Day’ on a customer’s coffee cup. I can’t trust any of my professors at Oldtown University, I think they are all keeping watch on official orders. The mayor of Oldtown is definitely collaborating with Mayor Lannister and we’re seeing a lot of the same restrictions and laws that are happening here.”

Daario nodded. The mayor of Oldtown was an intimidating woman named Olenna Tyrell. Her husband was part of the infamous Tyrell crime family, and her own family the Redwynes had dominated the wine industry by brutally taking out all of their competition.

“We might be meeting some people tonight,” Drogon continued, “one of my classmates has heard about a possible…student project.” The way he was speaking made Daario realize that the sentient gay tractor was not saying exactly what he meant, but was using some sort of code. “A student project…that would not make the…principal very happy. Let’s just leave it at that. One that would make…heart day legal again.”

“I don’t know if I can get involved,” said Daario. “I have to keep Stannis safe. I know little and less of this…project. If there is a safe location for future meetings I can try to attend.”

“I understand,” said Drogon. “There will be a code word used: that word will be ‘godswood’ and if someone here says it to you, it will be a signal for a meeting at a location to be disclosed.”

[spicy30]

Unsettling Beginnings

Pairing: Daario Naharis x Tall!Baratheon!Reader, Jon Snow x Tall!Baratheon!Reader (separate)

cw: Death

Rating: 16+

tags: AFAB reader, no use of Y/N

(Not Proofread)

“A name worthy of grace and beauty, my lady,” the wet nurse complimented the name of the babe, who had only been born a week ago.

“Everything seems fine. She is strong despite early troubles; however, this next week will be crucial to see if she survives without any… setbacks.” Stannis turned to the maester. “Setbacks?” What setbacks could this child have? She absorbed her brother in the womb, and as far as he was concerned, she had double the strength of any other babe he’d ever seen.

“Well, we do not know if the complications of her suffocation will have any effects on her mind or her body. Along with that remains the absorption of her twin—”

“Stannis, come! She smiles! Our daughter smiles for the first time!” Both he and the maester turned to face the child in his wife’s arms, smiling and squirming as she attached herself once more to her mother.

Stannis stared at his own creation, a creation who killed her brother and absorbed him, a creation whose hunger never seemed to cease, a creation that seemed to smile when her actions regarding her brother were mentioned. Her first smile at that. She would’ve truly been a great warrior if she had been born male, though he supposed that his son was shining through her.

...

“Well?” Stannis approached the king, his brother, the grand Robert Baratheon—the man who seemed to mock his every move. His brother, who made his primary residence, Dragonstone, a forever punishment for letting the Targaryen children slip from him. His brother, who was never really his brother; his brother, who chose Eddard Stark—or in other words, his beloved Ned Stark—as his real brother. Stannis knew that if it weren’t by chance that he was his brother, his child wouldn’t even be blessed by the king. In all honesty, Stannis didn’t care much for the tradition. It was clear that Robert still blamed him. He would rather take his child back to Dragonstone than have her blessed—or rather cursed—by Robert.

Stannis watched as his older brother looked toward his girl with an indifferent eye.

“Does she not walk yet? And where is your son? I was told you were having twins—a boy and a girl. I only see a girl.” Robert spoke as he watched the young babe squirm in Selyse’s arms.

“She can walk, your grace, and run,” Selyse spoke as she tried to calm the child. “She simply…” Selyse put the child down, and to Robert’s surprise, the child began to crawl. “Choose not to. She learned to run before walking, then she learned to walk before learning to crawl. And now that she has discovered crawling, she refuses to walk or run,” Selyse spoke as she watched her child crawl around the throne room.

It was funny—a child who learned to run before learning to walk or crawl. Who had ever heard of such a thing?

Robert scoffed at the thought of it. He watched as the child crawled to his guard only to turn away at the last moment.

“Is your son as curious as this one?” Robert looked away from her to his brother.

“There was no son.” Stannis clenched his jaw before speaking as he looked to his creation, who began to stand and tug on one of the cloaks of the guards in the throne room.

“Another girl, then?” Robert turned his attention to the babe, who was now attempting to bite a piece of armor off a guard before Selyse attempted to grab her. She would not release the guard’s cloak, which she had grabbed again. He watched as the guard looked at the babe and her mother, unsure of what he should do.

“No other girl or babe,” Stannis responded. Robert looked toward his brother.

“I was told, twins. Was your maester wrong, then?” Robert sat on his throne, looking down at Stannis, who looked back up at him. Gods, he had forgotten how forward he had to be with his brother to get an answer.

“No.”

“Are you going to have me sit here for days and guess for myself, then!?” Robert shouted. It was truly frustrating to speak to his brother. It felt as if he were speaking to a wall.

“She absorbed him in the womb,” Stannis explained as his daughter finally let go of the cloak and turned her attention to the helmet, reaching out to grab it as her mother walked toward him. She began to fuss and made that face he knew she made before she began crying. Before she had the chance, a loud laugh erupted, scaring her. She looked toward his brother with a shocked face before making the face again, hiding in her mother's shoulder.

“She ate her own damn brother!?” Robert exclaimed, laughing. “That little girl devoured her brother in the womb?” He laughed at the thought that the child who hid on her mother’s shoulder had actually taken her own brother's life before it even began.

“Should’ve named her the Devourer! It’s a shame she was born female. If she were male, a legendary soldier she would’ve made. A shame. But her brother, bested by a girl—I don’t think he would’ve amounted to much.” Robert did not doubt that if she had been born male, she would be nothing short of him in his glory days. There was great promise in her future. One way or another, she would make something of herself. It seems that the hope for the Baratheon lineage hadn’t fallen through.

“Come, bring her here so I may exact my blessing on the little one.” Robert watched as Stannis took his child from Selyse and walked toward him. As Robert looked at the child in his brother's arms, he reconsidered his position in court. He was already named Master of Ships with primary residence in Dragonstone, but perhaps he could make room for him here in the Red Keep. Cersei was due to have their first child together in a couple of moons, in any case. A shame he couldn’t have Ned here to raise their children together as they were raised, but perhaps his brother’s daughter could result in the mending of families.

Stannis handed his daughter to the septa, who brought her to Robert as he extended his hand over his daughter.

“By the power bestowed upon me by the grace of the Seven, I, Robert of the House Baratheon, First of My Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, bless…” The words were empty as Robert spoke them. He had said them a thousand times to the children born of noble families. They didn’t mean a damn thing.

“Right, well now, Stannis, I invite you and your family to stay to celebrate the coming first name day of your first daughter here.”

...

The sight in front of Stannis was less than pleasing to the eye. The sight of the head of House Baratheon and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms stuffing his face full and only stopping to drink or eye one of the servants was something that would prompt anyone to lose their appetite.

“Yes, now I remember why I never invite you to things,” Robert spoke, looking toward Stannis.

“This is a feast in honor of my daughter. I celebrate by focusing my attention on her,” Stannis replied, holding his daughter in one hand and putting up some meat for her to gnaw on.

“Let the girl breathe,” Robert spoke as he chewed. “You! There!” Robert yelled toward the nearest servant, who pointed at himself. “Yes, you, go bring the Princess of House Baratheon her gift!” Robert grinned as the boy left.

Stannis watched as his daughter reached out for another piece of meat. “Every boy must have his own hound. Your boy is inside her; why not give her a hound to go along with him?” Stannis turned his attention to Robert and the small dogs in his hands, which the servant had given to him. One was white, while the other was gray. Stannis felt his daughter squirm out of his lap and onto the floor as she waddled over to her uncle, who put the dogs down as she and the dogs interacted. The dogs were energetic, leaping onto her and licking her as she fell. Stannis quickly got up to pick her up as he looked at the dogs, unimpressed.

“Let her be, Stannis. She’ll be fine. It’s not like the things will bite her.”

“They might,” Stannis retorted as he dusted her off.

“They are hunting dogs and war hounds, purebred too. They grow as big as wolves and are used to hunting elk, stags, and wolves. During wars, they were used to rip men right off the back of their horses. They’re fast too. I have parents, gifted to me by the Tyrells. An old and prestigious breed. Wolfhounds, they call them. Only a few families in Westeros own them. Both males are of the same litter. The white one is named Fionn, and the gray one is Ronan.”

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Note: In ancient Ireland, owning an Irish Wolfhound symbolized status and nobility. Only kings and noblemen were allowed to own them, and they were often given as gifts to important dignitaries. The names Ronan and Fionn, or Finn for short, are of Irish descent, both having different meanings. Ronan means ‘little seal,’ alluding to the rough, wiry coat of gray. Fionn or Finn means ‘fair’ or ‘white,’ again alluding to the color of the dog.

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

Hot Medieval & Fantasy Men Melee Masterpost

Qualifying Round: Day 7

Robert of Artois [Jean Piat] VS. Mehmed II [Cem Yiğit Uzümoğlu]

Tormund Giantsbane [Kristofer Hivju] VS. Sir Lancelot [Luc Simon]

Legolas [Orlando Bloom] VS. Shah Ala Ad Daula [Olivier Martinez]

Sir Lancelot [Richard Gere] VS. Rollo [Clive Standen]

Henry V [Laurence Olivier] VS. Saruman [Christopher Lee]

Théoden [Bernard Hill] VS. Steapa [Adrian Bouchet]

Taunting French Guard [John Cleese] VS. Richard III [Aneurin Barnard]

Jaime Lannister [Nikolaj Coster-Waldau] VS. Wat [Alan Tudyk]

Daario Naharis [Michel Huissman] VS. Kíli [Aiden Turner]

Osferth [Ewan Mitchell] VS. Robin Hood [Jonas Armstrong]

Jacques le Gris [Adam Driver] VS. Rodrigo Borgia [Jeremy Irons]

Stannis Baratheon [Stephen Dillane] VS. Ivar the Boneless [Alex Høgh Anderson]

Guildenstern [Tim Roth] VS. Caspian X [Ben Barnes]

High King Peter the Magnificent [Noah Huntley] VS. Robin Hood [Errol Flynn]

Little John [Eric Allan Kramer] VS. Pippin Took [Billy Boyd]

Uhtred of Bebbanburg [Alexander Dreymon] VS. Robin Hood [Michael Praed]

Sihtric Kjartansson [Arnas Fedaravičius] VS. Robin Longstride [Russell Crowe]

Cinderella's Prince [Chris Pine] VS. Edgin Darvis [Chris Pine]

Tom Builder [Rufus Sewell] VS. Thomas Cromwell [Mark Rylance]

Count Adehemar [Rufus Sewell] VS. Sir Bowen [Dennis Quaid]

[istumpysk]

OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

Asha's pregnant

TIER:

Possible: These theories could be true, but additional evidence is needed, as different interpretations or errors are possible.

[Tier list overview.]

EVIDENCE:

The first time we meet Asha (Esgred), she makes an unusual remark.

"Poor lordling." She released him and stepped back. "As it happens, I'm a woman wed, and new with child." - Theon II, ACOK

Asha shows off her axe and dagger.

Theon had time for a choked gasp before Asha snatched the axe from the air and slammed it down into the table, splitting his trencher in two and splattering his mantle with drippings. "There's my lord husband." His sister reached down inside her gown and drew a dirk from between her breasts. "And here's my sweet suckling babe." - Theon II, ACOK

Later in the story, Asha (symbolically?) loses her axe and dagger during a moment of passion.

"I'd sooner fuck you." One quick slash unlaced her jerkin. Asha reached for her axe, but Qarl dropped his knife and caught her wrist, twisting back her arm until the weapon fell from her fingers. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD

x

When she slipped back beneath the furs, Qarl was asleep. "Now your life is mine. Where did I put my dagger?" Asha pressed herself against his back and slid her arms about him. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD

Asha is quickly captured by Stannis, leaving her no opportunity to brew the moon tea.

Her breasts were sore, and Qarl's seed was trickling down her thigh. She would need to brew some moon tea or risk bringing another kraken into the world. What does it matter? My father's dead, my mother's dying, my brother's being flayed, and there's naught that I can do about any of it. And I'm married. Wedded and bedded … though not by the same man. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD

At a minimum, Asha has been with Stannis for 32 days (it's much longer than that), and there has been no mention of her menstrual cycle.

On the twenty-sixth day of the fifteen-day march, the last of the vegetables was consumed. On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. Asha wondered how long a man could live on raw, half-frozen horse meat. - The King's Prize, ADWD

Out of the blue, the formidable fighter and mother, Alysane Mormont, cautions Asha about waiting too long to start a family.

"Aye." Alysane stared at Asha for a moment. "I have a son. He's only two. My daughter's nine." "You started young." "Too young. But better that than wait too late." A stab at me, Asha thought, but let it be. "You are wed." "No. My children were fathered by a bear." Alysane smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something ingratiating about that smile. "Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods. Everyone knows." Asha smiled back. "Mormont women are all fighters too." - The King's Prize, ADWD

The author prevents Asha from having more than a sip.

Ser Justin found them places on the bench and fetched supper for the both of them—ale and chunks of horsemeat, charred black outside and red within. Asha took a sip of ale and fell upon the horse flesh. […] Broken quick as that, thought Asha. My champion is made of suet. Even so, Ser Justin was one of the few who might object should the queen's men try to burn her. So she rose to her feet, donned her own cloak, and followed him out into the blizzard. - The Sacrifice, ADWD

[If there's any evidence I've overlooked, please bring it to my attention.]

STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:

This is like knowing someone is guilty, but having only circumstantial evidence.

VOTE:

I welcome discussions. Feel free to reblog, respond, or challenge my perspective — I won't be offended by any of it.

Please note, if "no" is the eventual winner (or it's close), there will be a second poll to determine the proper location.

NEXT THEORY:

Daario Naharis = Euron Greyjoy

[thewitchinthewood]

GoT + tumblr text posts 

part 1/?

[syfygirl1998]

ASOIAF Tag Game

Copy and paste your response into a new post + tag however many people you want.

Name: Allie

ASOIAF-ified name: it already sounds like it 😓

Favourite House: Martell & Tyrell

Pick a direwolf: Nymeria & Grey Wind

Choose a weapon: Dark Sister

List your top 10 favourite characters:

Arianne Martell

Gendry Waters

Daenerys Targaryen

Robb Stark

Margaery Tyrell

Arya Stark

Barristan Selmy

Myrcella Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon

Daario Naharis

List your top 5 least favourite characters:

Craster

Littlefinger

Walder Frey

Ramsay Bolton

Tyrion Lannister

Your OTP: Gendrya

Your other ships: Robbsaery, Theonsa, Briame, Daensa, Danaario, Jygritte

Favourite cast: Joe Dempsie, Richard Madden, and Emilia Clarke

I stan: Arianne Martell, Gendry Waters and Daenerys Targaryen

I was tagged by @f1ndme and I’m tagging @the-bisexual-disaster, @gendrybaratheonn, @sassbewitchedmyass, @gennybfromtheblock, @lokiswolves and @shekilledthenightking

[amethystmpress]

i dare you to read jon xii, asos and dany x, adwd and tell me it’s not the same chapter

jon and dany exhausted finding solitude beyond the wall and in the dothraki sea, their thoughts stripped bare as both of them bathe, debating their duty versus desire, weighing their responsibilities and all they’ve lost, thinking of the children they want but can never have, thinking to return to hizdahr or val, remembering ygritte and drogo and daario, hallucinating catelyn and viserys and jorah and robb, seeing catelyn and viserys as they last remember, dark eyes, cold mouths, and anguished looks “who are you?” “the eggs should’ve been mine” “this is not your place” “i took care of you, fed you” cat is stannis’s iron and viserys melts away in gold...

“you are the blood of the dragon, you can make a hat” “why am i so angry?” wildling or crow, girl or queen, “but what do i want?” “you turned against your children” “or forswear my vows again...” “the dragons know. do you?” “he belongs to the old gods, this one” clarity when ghost and drogon return, tasting flesh and blood with ghost and drogon, “fire and blood” "blood and bone, like a heart tree"

“men are mad and gods are madder” “you’re all a bunch of mad fools, do you know that?”

[songcfmuses-a]

Could you tell me who you ship your GoT muses with???

Hello Anon! 

I’m not sure if this meant like personally, or rp wise, so I’m just gonna go with personally because RP wise I can be swayed

In Order

Bran Stark - Myrcella Baratheon. I’m open to Tommen Baratheon, and Jojen but I don’t really ship them? I respect Bran’s crush on Meera but don’t want them together. 

Oberyn Martell - Ellaria. I’m open to exploring Cersei x Oberyn but only in a world where Elia lives. 

Elia Martell - Arthur Dayne. Open to Rhaegar with the right rper 

Sansa Stark - Margaery Tyrell 

Margaery Tyrell - Sansa Stark. Platonic!Renly Baratheon. 

Rhaenys I Targaryen - Visenya and Aegon.

Lailani - Dale Seaworth 

Jeyne Poole - Theon Greyjoy. Robb Stark 

Daenerys - Arya Stark, Yara/Asha Greyjoy, Daario, Irri, Doreah

Tommen Baratheon - Life and being a child 

Missandei - Greyworm 

Laena Velaryon - Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen 

Shaena Targaryen - I have discussed Stannis and Shaena and Jaime and Shaena, but I’m still not sure if either of those are romantic relationships 

Ashara Dayne - Ned Stark

OCs are all interaction based. so depends 

Aegon Perryn - Leona Flowers, open to Alicent Hightower 

Daenys - Rhaenyra’s cooch 

[hollowwhisperings]

ASOIAF character ages going into Winds of Winter (300AC).

KEY

• [X AC] = X years after Aegon I Targaryen's Crowning in Oldtown.

• [~X] = almost/roughly X years old.

• [X-Y] = age range of X to Y years old.

• [X~Y] = minimum age to maximum, given contextual evidence.

• [x*] = if x character is not dead

~ All ages are derived from birthdates on the ASOIAF wiki, as given in canon or as calculated by fans ~

OLD AS HECK

• Brynden "Bloodraven" Rivers (125)

• Lord Walder Frey (92)

• Lady-Dowager Olenna "Queen of Thorns" Redwyne (82)

ADULTS

• Ser Barristan Selmy (64-73)

• Ser Brynden "The Blackfish" Tully (~57)

• Lord Wyman Manderly (48-61 y/o)

• Lady Maege Mormont (41-61 y/o)

• Ser Jorah Mormont (~46)

• Prince Doran Martell & Captain Areo Hotar (~43)

• Ser Davos Seaworth (40-45)

• Ser Jon Connington & Lord Roose Bolton (~40)

• Lord Mace Tyrell (37~44)

• King Stannis I Baratheon (36)

• Lady Alerie Hightower (36~43)

• Lord Howland Reed (35-40)

• Ser Jaime Lannister & Queen Cersei I (34)

• First Ranger Benjen Stark & Aurane Waters (~33)

• King Euron "Crow's Eye" Greyjoy (32~43 y/o)

• Lord Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish (32)

• Victarion Greyjoy (31~43)

• Ser Sandor Clegane* (~30)

• Obara Sand (~29)

• Ser Harrold Hardyng (~29)

• Tyrion Lannister (27)

• Ser Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne (26-30)

• Lord Edmure Tully (26~33)

• Nymeria "Lady Nym" Sand & Lady Taena Merryweather (~26)

• Asha Greyjoy (~25)

• Ser Willas Tyrell (24~31)

YOUNG ADULTS

• Princess Arianne Martell (24)

• Tyene Sand & Ser Garlan Tyrell (23)

• Theon Greyjoy* (22)

• Mya Stone & Myranda Royce (~21)

• ~20 y/o: Brienne of Tarth, Wynafryd Manderly & Sarella "The Sphinx" Sand.

• Steward Satin of The Night's Watch (18-20)

HODOR

• Walder of Winterfell, 15~25.

TEENAGERS

• ~18 y/o: Aegon VI "Young Griff" Targaryen, Ramsay Snow, Lady Roslin Frey, Ser Loras Tyrell*, Lancel Lannister.

• Penny (17-19)

• ~17 y/o: Queen Margaery I, Queen Jeyne I*, Meera Reed, Lord Commander Jon Snow*, Novice Samwell "The Slayer" Tarly, Queen Daenerys I Targaryen, Irri.

• ~16 y/o: Jhiqui, Gendry Waters, Lady Alys Karstark.

• Wylla Manderly (14-16)

• Martyn Lannister (13-15)

CHILDREN

• ~14 y/o: Sansa "Alayne" Stark, Jeyne Poole*, Jojen Reed, Podrick Payne, Elia Sand.

• 13 y/o: Trystane Martell, Lord Ned Dayne*, Edric Storm, Devan Seaworth.

• ~12: Missandei of Naath & Obella Sand.

• 11 y/o: Arya "No-One" Stark, Beth Cassel*, Princess Shireen Baratheon.

• 10 y/o: Bran Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Elmar Frey, Princess Myrcella*.

• ~8 y/o: Lord Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, King Tommen I, Dorea Sand.

• 7 y/o: Loreza Sand.

TODDLERS&BABIES

• Rickon Stark* (5)

• ~2: Ghost, Nymeria, Summer & Shaggydog* (born in 298AC, AGOT).

• "Monster", Drogon, Viserion & Rhaegal (born 299AC).

• Prince Aemon Steelsong, son of Dalla (born 300AC).

UNKNOWN: Ellaria Sand, Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Orton Merryweather, Dolorous Edd, Queen Selyse Florent, Ser Ilyn Payne, Daario Naharis, Hizdahr zo Loraq, King Mance Rayder, Magnar Sigorn of Thenn, Tormund Giantsbane, Osha, Val.

*IF NOT DEAD

• Ashara Dayne, dead at 14~23 y/o in 283AC.

• Ashara Dayne, (~36): for rumours of Ned/Ashara to be at all plausible to me, Ashara must have been 16 years old at MINIMUM during the Tourney of Harrenhall (well within her approximated birthdates of 260-269AC).

[reginarubie]

"She(Mel) even smells red. The scent reminded him of Mikken's forge, of the way iron smelled when red-hot; the scent was smoke and blood."-Jon. "His(Daario) hair smelled of blood and smoke and horse, and his mouth was hard and hot on hers." -Dany. Both Mel and Daario smelled of smoke and blood. While Jon dislike Mel, Dany 'love' Daario.

Hello, anon!

Thank you so much, because this had completely gone over my head, like it has been a while since I've last read the books, but I had not noticed this, though it furthers the point of Daenerys and Jon being foils, not only because of their own traits but because of the way they react to those around them and the events.

The day was bright and the Wall was weeping, long fingers of water trickling down its face and glinting in the sun. In the close confines of the iron cage, he was acutely aware of the red woman's presence. She even smells red. The scent reminded him of Mikken's forge, of the way iron smelled when red-hot; the scent was smoke and blood.

Kissed by fire, he thought, remembering Ygritte. The wind got in amongst Melisandre's long red robes and sent them flapping against Jon's legs as he stood beside her. "You are not cold, my lady?" he asked her.

She laughed. "Never." The ruby at her throat seemed to pulse, in time with the beating of her heart. "The Lord's fire lives within me, Jon Snow. Feel." She put her hand on his cheek, and held it there while he felt how warm she was. "That is how life should feel," she told him. "Only death is cold."

— Jon XI, ASOS

The others bowed and went. Dany took Daario Naharis up the steps to her bedchamber, where Irri washed his cut with vinegar and Jhiqui wrapped it in white linen. When that was done she sent her handmaids off as well. "Your clothes are stained with blood," she told Daario. "Take them off."

"Only if you do the same." He kissed her.

His hair smelled of blood and smoke and horse, and his mouth was hard and hot on hers. Dany trembled in his arms. When they broke apart, she said, "I thought you would be the one to betray me. Once for blood and once for gold and once for love, the warlocks said. I thought … I never thought Brown Ben. Even my dragons seemed to trust him." She clutched her captain by the shoulders. "Promise me that you will never turn against me. I could not bear that. Promise me."

— Daenerys VI, ADWD

Both Melisandre and Daario smell of blood and smoke, but the reaction they get from the people around them is different; for Melisandre, Stannis is the equivalent of Daenerys as he is the one passionately enchanted and lustful over Melisandre, just as Daenerys is attracted and gives in the attraction she feels toward Daario.

Jon, is completely the opposite. Since I've already analysed a bit the relationship between Daenerys and Daario and his cruel kisses in these asks x and xx; I'd like to focus, instead on Jon and Mel.

When he turned, she was standing behind him, with half a dozen queen's men around her. Small wonder the yard grew so quiet. He had glimpsed Melisandre at her nightfires, and coming and going about the castle, but never so close. She's beautiful, he thought . . . but there was something more than a little unsettling about red eyes.

(...)

"We shall await you atop the Wall," said Melisandre. We, Jon heard, not he. It's as they say. This is his true queen, not the one he left at Eastwatch.

— Jon XI, ASOS

Smart, clever boy at it again.

Lady Melisandre was seated near the fire, her ruby glimmering against the pale skin of her throat. Ygritte had been kissed by fire; the red priestess was fire, and her hair was blood and flame.

— Jon I, ADWD

"Come," urged Melisandre. "Come to the light … or run back to the darkness." In the pit below her, the fire was crackling. "If you choose life, come to me."

And they came. Slowly at first, some limping or leaning on their fellows, the captives began to emerge from their rough-hewn pen. If you would eat, come to me, Jon thought. If you would not freeze or starve, submit. Hesitant, wary of some trap, the first few prisoners edged across the planks and through the ring of the stakes, toward Melisandre and the Wall. More followed, when they saw that no harm had come to those who went before. Then more, until it was a steady stream. Queen's men in studded jacks and halfhelms handed each passing man, woman, or child a piece of white weirwood: a stick, a splintered branch as pale as broken bone, a spray of blood-red leaves. A piece of the old gods to feed the new. Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand.

— Jon II, ADWD

Melisandre spoke softly in a strange tongue. The ruby at her throat throbbed slowly, and Jon saw that the smaller stone on Rattleshirt's wrist was brightening and darkening as well. "So long as he wears the gem he is bound to me, blood and soul," the red priestess said. "This man will serve you faithfully. The flames do not lie, Lord Snow."

Perhaps not, Jon thought, but you do.

— Jon IV, ADWD

Jon turned to Melisandre. "My lady, fair warning. The old gods are strong in those mountains. The clansmen will not suffer insults to their heart trees."

— Jon IV, ADWD

The wildlings brought their gods with them after all. Jon was not surprised. Men do not give up their gods so easily. The whole pageant that Lady Melisandre had orchestrated beyond the Wall suddenly seemed as empty as a mummer's farce.

(...)

"Looks a bit like you, Edd," he said, trying to make light of it.

"Aye, m'lord. I don't have leaves growing out my nose, but elsewise … Lady Melisandre won't be happy."

"She's not like to see it. See that no one tells her."

— Jon V, ADWD

"Lord Snow." The voice was Melisandre's.

Surprise made him recoil from her. "Lady Melisandre." He took a step backwards. "I mistook you for someone else." At night all robes are grey. Yet suddenly hers were red. He did not understand how he could have taken her for Ygritte. She was taller, thinner, older, though the moonlight washed years from her face. Mist rose from her nostrils, and from pale hands naked to the night. "You will freeze your fingers off," Jon warned.

"If that is the will of R'hllor. Night's powers cannot touch one whose heart is bathed in god's holy fire."

Jon could feel her warmth. She has power. The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth, but this was not a woman he cared to be indebted to, not even for his little sister. "Dalla told me something once. Val's sister, Mance Rayder's wife. She said that sorcery was a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it."

— Jon VI, ADWD

Val's playful smile died. "You have my word, Lord Snow. I will be a proper wildling princess for your queen."

She is not my queen, he might have said. If truth be told, the day of her departure cannot come too fast for me. And if the gods are good, she will take Melisandre with her.

— Jon XI, ADWD

There was no sign of Lady Melisandre. For that much Jon was grateful.

(...)

Bring her home, Mance. I saved your son from Melisandre, and now I am about to save four thousand of your free folk. You owe me this one little girl.

(...)

Down below, Lady Melisandre would be lighting her nightfire and chanting, Lord of Light, defend us, for the night is dark and full of terrors.

"Winter is coming," Jon said at last, breaking the awkward silence.

— Jon XI, ADWD

The chamber was crowded. Princess Shireen stood beside her mother's seat, with Patchface cross-legged at her feet. Behind the queen loomed Ser Axell Florent. Melisandre of Asshai stood closer to the fire, the ruby at her throat pulsing with every breath she took. The red woman too had her attendants.

— Jon XIII, ADWD

So, no, while Daenerys lusts and is passionate about Daario, giving in to the passion and the attraction she feels for him and for the edge of danger he poses to those around her and to her, herself; Jon is much more cautious.

Both the danger Daario poses — for his passion is strong and when Daenerys marries he seems to grow more unhinged, to the point Daenerys has to send him away in hope to keep a semblance of control on him, though she fears he might betray her — and the danger Melisandre and her magic poses are threats to Daenerys, Stannis and Jon.

Daenerys and Stannis are blind to it, or to be more precise, Stannis is blind to it (despite Davos trying to free his eye from the Melisandre-shaped glasses he wears) while Daenerys becomes blind to it, if before she was cautious anyway, the moment Daario proves his loyalty she gives in to the passion she feels for him and when she is alone, half-starved and behaving like the dragon it is in the thoughts of Daario she takes comfort, on how he would enjoy the brutality she is engaging in, encouraging him too.

Jon, instead, never looses sight of the danger Melisandre poses. I think part of it might be what Bran (and Benjen) tell us of Jon, something he has proved time and time again, Jon' eyes are very attentive, to the point he almost never misses anything. He knows that accompanying himself with danger is like wielding a sword without hilt, he might end up cut anyway. There is a reason he always focuses on the ruby at her throat throbbing and shining: he sees the magic, the sorcery, the danger before he sees the profit she may bring. It also doesn't help that Melisandre tries to burn and feed his Gods to her Lord of Light. It's like the subtle differences between the Last hero and Azōr Ahaī.

Azōr Ahaī, is the hero of the book of prophecies of Asshai and the hero of whose coming Melisandre preaches about. He is a dark hero, who engaged in blood sacrifices (Nyssa Nyssa) to forge a sword capable of banish (for a time) the darkness, death and shadow from this world.

The Last hero, instead, does not engage in blood sacrifices, he engages in diplomacy. Despite all the wars with the Children of the Forest, he begins a difficult journey through snow and darkness to find them and form an alliance with them to banish the enemy, the Others. Together they fight and defeat the Others, banishing them away, they build the Wall and put magic into it, but it's a type of magic so different from the one Melisandre wields that she is incapable against it, not that she wants to break it, because she believes the Wall shall keep them safe. It's the native magic the Children of the Forest wield which stands opposite to the magic of blood and fire, which instead uses Melisandre.

This is the same discourse.

Jon and the Starks (Arya and Sansa and Bran) represent the Last hero (the use diplomacy and their native magic — warging and green-seering) while Daenerys and Stannis, two candidates for the role of Azōr Ahaī, if we listen to the red priest and priestesses, use or wield dark sorcery and blood magic (with the fire and the blood being a common ground) in their journey.

This is why Jon remains cautious of lady Melisandre while Daenerys instead gives in in the lust for Daario the same way Stannis does for Melisandre.

Why do Melisandre and Daario represent the same setting, you might ask?, Daario does not engage in dark sorcery, or blood magic; while Melisandre does, yet both of them are valued advisors to Daenerys and Stannis (if we put the quote about Jon noticing that Melisandre is Stannis' true queen; and we think about Daenerys marrying Hizdahr but being passionate about Daario and edging all the more toward Daario instead than Hizdahr we can see they represent the same concept) and both of them encourage their chosen ruler to engage into less than savoury activities to reach their goal (Melisandre has convinced Stannis of being Azōr Ahaī reborn and he burns Gods, people and since Martin has already said it will stick even in the books, he burns his own daughter to wield the magic her Kingsblood can give him to win Winterfell; Daario is persuading Daenerys to be the dragon, to conquer without showing mercy, to take what she wants tramping all over others to reach her goal, no matter the measure she has to take to reach it).

Jon is in open discordance with this, during his journey he never forgets the difference between right and wrong, he skims along the line — like when he swaps Mance' kid with Gilly — but he remains true to his goal and his morals. Dark magic and the burning of people and their Gods is something he does not engage him, he actively acts against it (protecting the wildlings who have kept their Gods in secret and having Rattleshirt glamoured as Mance killed by arrows instead than by the pyre on which Mel had put him).

Jon is the blood of Bran the Builder, of the man who allegedly built the Wall (and Winterfell) and put magic in both (one must always have a Stark otherwise the North will suffer and the other has magic that will protect it and the North against the Others) thanks to the Children of the Forest. He is the diplomat who managed to get the wildlings beyond the Wall and in the Realm after centuries of skirmishes and war between them all, he is not one to burn his enemies in fire because they oppose him, he is the one who would fight against them face-to-face, who'd risk his life to speak face-to-face with his enemies to find a common ground. Just like the Last hero did during the Long Night. He's not being enchanted by sorcery, he is wary of it. He does not give in. And I doubt he will even once he is resurrected from the death, because if I am right, and he returns an hyped version of whom he has always been (the Stark's defender) he will be even less inclined to be charmed by sorcery and blood magic and everything Melisandre represents.

Hope you enjoyed the read!, thank you again for this ask, because this anti-parallel had flown over my head for real, instead it's extremely interesting! I wish you a very nice day!

[mryoyo000]

additional TWOW theories

-Daario starts a business selling fish tanks

-Daenerys gets REALLY INTO musical theater

-Jaime shaves his eyebrows

-Sansa tries to purchase a poster of Aemon the Dragonknight but it’s a scam and she gets a wall decal with one of those edited images that they use to avoid copyright laws so he has green hair

-Myranda Royce gets a septum piercing

-Melisandre tries potato salad and likes it??

-Stannis gets REALLY INTO wallpapering

-FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: please consider reading my Stannis x Daario fanfic?? (or don’t it’s not very good)

[spicy30]

The Grand Devourer

Pairing: Daario Naharis x Tall!Baratheon!Reader, Jon Snow x Tall!Baratheon!Reader (separate)

cw: Childbirth, death

Rating: 16+

tags: AFAB reader

(Not Proof read)

“Today is a grand day, my Lord.” The words fall on deaf ears as Stannis Baratheon hears only the cries of his wife from the room beyond. He waits outside, expecting the twins his wife is carrying to be stillborn. Yet, a part of him—though unwelcome—hopes that because they are twins, there is twice the chance for survival.

He stares out the window. It is, indeed, a fine day. The seas are calm, and the sun shines brightly over Dragonstone. The screams of his wife cease. Turning away from the window, he strides quickly toward the room, half expecting to see sorrowful faces, though he hopes for none. Entering, he observes the faces of those present—expressions he hasn’t seen since the birth of their first stillborn child.

“Is there a child? A live one?” He stares at the wet nurse, whose worried and confused face offers no clarity. “Well!?” This is his child—or perhaps children—who may have lived longer than any of their previous siblings. He has the right to know where they are and how they fare.

“Where is my son? My daughter? Where are they!?” His attention shifts to his wife, who cries out deliriously. He supposes he should tend to her, but what of the children?

“She writhes but makes no sound, my Lord!” the wet nurse says.

“Maester, what do I have you here for if not for the sake of my wife and children? If you don’t know the problem, then find out, or I’ll find another who can!” It had been some time since Stannis Baratheon had lost his temper, even slightly. He is typically calm, and oriented—a rock for others to lean on. But being kept in the dark never suited him. Is anyone calm in darkness?

Even with the sun shining brightly, this room feels darker than any he’s ever stood in.

“A knife! I need a knife! The babe chokes!” the maester yells in desperation. Stannis pulls out a knife—faster than he ever has, he thinks. Before he knows it, he is in front of his child—a daughter. His first time seeing her, she writhes in pain, her skin purple. He has never truly been a father, though he has come close on several occasions. But to see his flesh and blood suffer—it is a pain he cannot describe. Not even when his own brothers were injured in battle did he feel such anguish. But for this child— his child—his body shakes with pain. Something overtakes him, and he cuts the umbilical cord from around her neck. Only then does he hear a pleasing sound.

The sound of his little girl crying.

The cries of his future heir of Dragonstone. The loud, long-awaited cries of the future of his name—the legacy he will leave on this unforgiving world. He holds her up, hands steady, certain that this child will live. Walking toward his wife, daughter in hand, his smile falters as his wife cries out again. Another child? Perhaps—the boy is next.

He holds his daughter close as he stands by his wife’s side. She grips his clothing for support as she begins pushing again. He holds his breath, standing stiffly as he watches her.

The stretch of the fabric in his wife's hand loosens.

This one is much faster than his daughter. The maester pulls something out—red and bloody. He swallows his disappointment. Can he really long for something that was never alive?

“Is that my son?” Selyse Baratheon cries.

“No, my lady. It is afterbirth. There are no more children—only your daughter.” The maester hands the placenta to the wet nurse, instructing her to save it, as it is known to help the mother recuperate after birth.

“You told us my wife was pregnant with twins. Where is my son? Whether dead or alive, where is he?” Whether alive or dead, a father has a right to his son.

“I do not know, my Lord. Lady Selyse would have birthed him, but she hasn’t. The afterbirth has passed. There is nothing left to push out.” The maester washes his hands, eyeing the babe in Stannis’s arms.

“Say it. Say what you must, but give me a proper answer.” Stannis stands firm, holding his daughter.

“There have been occurrences…” The maester trails off. Stannis passes his daughter to his wife to nurse. “Where the second child has vanished without a trace. No bleeding, but the second baby is still lost.”

Stannis steps forward, towering over the maester, casting a shadow. The Baratheons always towered over others. “Where is my son?” He glares down at the maester, who looks from Stannis’s face to the child in his wife’s arms. Stannis shifts his gaze to his daughter and then back to the maester. “Why do you look at my daughter?”

“There is your son,” the maester answers.

“My daughter shows no sign of being a boy. I will ask you once more before I cast you out—where is my son!?” Stannis is appalled by the suggestion that his daughter is anything but what she is. He has half a mind to toss the maester from the window.

“Your son…has been absorbed…by your daughter,” the maester says quietly.

Stannis’s head snaps toward his daughter, who eagerly nurses at her mother’s breast. His tiny, innocent daughter has absorbed her brother? Has she taken him, unwilling to share the womb? He stares at the babe, unsure of how to react. “Will she be healthy?” he mutters. If she has taken the life of his son, she must be strong.

“It is expected, my Lord. But only time will tell.” Content with the maester’s words, Stannis leaves without another word, leaving his wife and his creation behind.

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Note: This is a new fandom I’m venturing into, and it has been somewhat challenging to depict Stannis as accurately as possible since most of what we know of him comes from Ser Davos’s POV in the novels. The show doesn’t help much either, as his character there is quite different. However, I drew inspiration from the show in terms of the heartwarming scene between him and Shireen, which for me solidified just how much of a family man he is, even though it's canon that he burns his daughter alive. This is my best attempt with the unfinished novels and what I know of him.

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[kellyvela]

If jonsa is gonna happen in books, then I don't want jonerys to happen romantically. It will be tragic to both Jon and Sansa. They have enough angst and problems to deal with. Dany will bring nothing but misery to both of them.

I never saw the possibility of a jonerice romance in the books. I was really surprised when I realized that their eventual romance was a very popular theory and accepted as "canon" and "endgame".

Even D&D said that they didn't invest much developing their romance.

I mean, look at this old meme:

When will they meet? Half of TWOW? End of TWOW? Half of ADOS? Is there time for the epic romance that many readers are waiting for? Is there time for the epic romance that it is considered "the center of the story"?

Jon already had a rushed non/con pseudo romance with a member of the foe, that ended up in "betrayal" and "death," and even if Jon didn't kill Ygritte himself, an arrow from the Night's Watch did, an arrow from his side did, and he feels guilty about it and sometimes even dreams that it was one of his arrows the one that actually killed his former lover.

I don't think that George is writing a repetition of those events. Even if D&D actually made jonerice a copy of Jon/Ygritte [x] [y].

There is also the fact that Jon despises some characters that are obsessed with fire and killing by fire (Melisandre/Selyse Baratheon/Axell Florent).

There is also the fact that Jon dislikes entitled monarchs (Stannis Baratheon/Mance Ryder).

I've read some theories that say that post resurrection Jon will be a changed man, more like the "bad boy" type, because his aunt likes the baddies like Drogo and Daario, not guys like Quentyn that is more close to the Jon we all know.

. . .

What can I say Anon, at least I ship Jon with someone he has known all his life.

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: The Lost Lord (Jon Connington I) [Chapter 24]

Warning, more fAegon vs. Aegon VI analysis to come.

Had they lost Haldon as they had Tyrion Lannister? Could the Volantenes have taken him? I should have sent Duckfield with him. Haldon alone could not be trusted; he had proved that in Selhorys when he let the dwarf escape.

x

I should have gone myself. After Selhorys, he had found it difficult to put the same trust in Haldon as previously. He let the dwarf beguile him with that glib tongue of his. Let him wander off into a whorehouse alone while he lingered like a mooncalf in the square.

Imagine tanking your own credibility so Tyrion can get laid.

+.+.+

Daenerys Targaryen remained a world away, and Tyrion Lannister … well, he could be most anywhere. If the gods were good, Lannister's severed head was halfway back to King's Landing by now, but more like the dwarf was hale and whole and somewhere close, stinking drunk and plotting some new infamy.

I love Jon Connington?

+.+.+

"Where in the seven hells is Haldon?" Griff complained to Lady Lemore. "How long should it take to buy three horses?"

He starts calling himself Jon Connington after the Golden Company decide to take Westeros.

What's funny about that is if you hop on over to asearchoficeandfire, you'll see he almost exclusively refers to himself as Jon Connington (full name) in his own internal monologue. Who does that? Lol.

+.+.+

Griff had no patience for this quibbling. He was sick of hiding, sick of waiting, sick of caution. I do not have time enough for caution.

Almost like he's terminal or something.

+.+.+

"If Harry Strickland means him ill, hiding him on the Shy Maid will not protect him. Strickland has ten thousand swords at his command. We have Duck. Aegon is all that could be wanted in a prince. They need to see that, Strickland and the rest. These are his own men."

"His because they're bought and paid for. Ten thousand armed strangers, plus hangers-on and camp followers. All it takes is one to bring us all to ruin. If Hugor's head was worth a lord's honors, how much will Cersei Lannister pay for the rightful heir to the Iron Throne? You do not know these men, my lord. It has been a dozen years since you last rode with the Golden Company, and your old friend is dead."

I could be wrong, but if Lemore was a descendent of House Blackfyre, I'm not sure she'd be this concerned over the Golden Company's loyalty.

+.+.+

Whatever their sires or their grandsires might have been back in Westeros before their exile, the men of the Golden Company were sellswords now, and no sellsword could be trusted.

After the last chapter, I desperately want this to be a nod to Daario.

+.+.+

Last night he'd dreamt of Stoney Sept again. Alone, with sword in hand, he ran from house to house, smashing down doors, racing up stairs, leaping from roof to roof, as his ears rang to the sound of distant bells. Deep bronze booms and silver chiming pounded through his skull, a maddening cacophony of noise that grew ever louder until it seemed as if his head would explode.

Seventeen years had come and gone since the Battle of the Bells, yet the sound of bells ringing still tied a knot in his guts.

Imagine how much therapy the survivors of King's Landing will need.

+.+.+

Others might claim that the realm was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to Robert's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept.

Why is that?

Are Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, Hoster Tully, and Stannis Baratheon going home after Robert dies? The rebellion was not about crowning Robert.

+.+.+

The bells tolled for all of us that day. For Aerys and his queen, for Elia of Dorne and her little daughter, for every true man and honest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And for my silver prince.

I hate Jon Connington.

+.+.+

"Illyrio could not have been expected to know that the girl would choose to remain at Slaver's Bay."

"No more than he knew that the Beggar King would die young, or that Khal Drogo would follow him into the grave. Very little of what the fat man has anticipated has come to pass." Griff slapped the hilt of his longsword with a gloved hand. "I have danced to the fat man's pipes for years, Lemore. What has it availed us? The prince is a man grown. His time is—"

Lots of frustration directed at Illyrio in this chapter. Not sure where it's going.

No more than he knew that the Beggar King would die young, or that Khal Drogo would follow him into the grave.

I don't understand. We'll talk about it later.

+.+.+

He had grown fond of Lemore, but that did not mean he required her approval. Her task had been to instruct the prince in the doctrines of the Faith, and she had done that. No amount of prayer would put him on the Iron Throne, however. That was Griff's task. He had failed Prince Rhaegar once. He would not fail his son, not whilst life remained in his body.

When he says stuff like that, I lean towards Cersei holding King's Landing.

+.+.+

The brothel keeper had insisted that the little man had been carried off at swordpoint, but Griff was still not sure he believed that. The Imp was clever enough to have conspired in his own escape. This drunken captor that the whores spoke of could have been some henchman in his hire. I share the blame. After the dwarf put himself between Aegon and the stone man, I let down my guard. I should have slit his throat the first time I laid eyes on him.

I love Jon Connington?

Jon Connington wishing Tyrion was dead (twice!) is how you know Tyrion Lannister and his queen are going to become a big problem for Jon Connington.

+.+.+

The prince wore sword and dagger, black boots polished to a high sheen, a black cloak lined with blood-red silk. With his hair washed and cut and freshly dyed a deep, dark blue, his eyes looked blue as well. At his throat he wore three huge square-cut rubies on a chain of black iron, a gift from Magister Illyrio. Red and black. Dragon colors. That was good.

That's considered fAegon evidence.

He's wearing a ruby around his throat like glamorized Melisandre. Of course it's also a very Targaryen thing to do.

+.+.+

Griff would be glad to go back to his own true colors too, though his once red hair had gone to grey. 

Unreliable narrator. . . George R. R. Martin?

Though his hair was as blue as his son's, he had red roots and redder eyebrows. - Tyrion III, ADWD

+.+.+

"I like the sound of that. My army." A smile flashed across his face, then vanished. "Are they, though? They're sellswords. Yollo warned me to trust no one."

[...]

"Not every man is what he seems, and a prince especially has good cause to be wary … but go too far down that road, and the mistrust can poison you, make you sour and fearful." King Aerys was one such. By the end, even Rhaegar saw that plain enough. 

+.+.+

They found the Golden Company beside the river as the sun was lowering in the west. It was a camp that even Arthur Dayne might have approved of—compact, orderly, defensible. A deep ditch had been dug around it, with sharpened stakes inside. The tents stood in rows, with broad avenues between them. The latrines had been placed beside the river, so the current would wash away the wastes. The horse lines were to the north, and beyond them, two dozen elephants grazed beside the water, pulling up reeds with their trunks. Griff glanced at the great grey beasts with approval. There is not a warhorse in all of Westeros that will stand against them.

You might be forgetting a special type of horse.

+.+.+

Tall battle standards of cloth-of-gold flapped atop lofty poles along the perimeters of the camp. 

Similar language:

A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. - Daenerys IV, ACOK

Sorry, I'm still convinced it's her own banners.

+.+.+

The men of the Golden Company were outside their tents, dicing, drinking, and swatting away flies. Griff wondered how many of them knew who he was. Few enough. Twelve years is a long time.

That's considered fAegon evidence, but I'm not sure why.

Aegon was likely born in 282, he's currently 18 years old. The Sack of King's Landing was 283.

Aegon's first 5 years after the Sack are unaccounted for, but we can assume he was with Illyrio. That's not terribly suspicious. We already know they spent time together, he knows the kid's favourite candy.

+.+.+

So far as most of them were concerned, Connington had drunk himself to death in Lys after being driven from the company in disgrace for stealing from the war chest. The shame of the lie still stuck in his craw, but Varys had insisted it was necessary. "We want no songs about the gallant exile," the eunuch had tittered, in that mincing voice of his. "Those who die heroic deaths are long remembered, thieves and drunks and cravens soon forgotten."

What does a eunuch know of a man's honor? Griff had gone along with the Spider's scheme for the boy's sake, but that did not mean he liked it any better. Let me live long enough to see the boy sit the Iron Throne, and Varys will pay for that slight and so much more. Then we'll see who's soon forgotten.

Wait, what? Why is he that spiteful towards Varys? Varys is the only reason Aegon could sit the Iron Throne with Jon Connington by his side.

Maybe he blames Varys for Aerys turning on him.

+.+.+

All the skulls were grinning, even Bittersteel's on the tall pike in the center. What does he have to grin about? He died defeated and alone, a broken man in an alien land. On his deathbed, Ser Aegor Rivers had famously commanded his men to boil the flesh from his skull, dip it in gold, and carry it before them when they crossed the sea to retake Westeros. His successors had followed his example.

Better than being a rock.

He's in love with Rhaegar, I'm supposed to make fun of him.

+.+.+

Some of the sellsword captains bore bastard names, as Flowers did: Rivers, Hill, Stone. Others claimed names that had once loomed large in the histories of the Seven Kingdoms; Griff counted two Strongs, three Peakes, a Mudd, a Mandrake, a Lothston, a pair of Coles. Not all were genuine, he knew. In the free companies, a man could call himself whatever he chose. 

That's considered fAegon evidence.

+.+.+

The spymaster was new to Griff, a Lyseni named Lysono Maar, with lilac eyes and white-gold hair and lips that would have been the envy of a whore. 

That's considered fAegon evidence.

+.+.+

Ghosts and liars, Griff thought, as he surveyed their faces. Revenants from forgotten wars, lost causes, failed rebellions, a brotherhood of the failed and the fallen, the disgraced and the disinherited. This is my army. This is our best hope.

He turned to Harry Strickland.

Homeless Harry looked little like a warrior. Portly, with a big round head, mild grey eyes, and thinning hair that he brushed sideways to conceal a bald spot, Strickland sat in a camp chair soaking his feet in a tub of salt water. "You will pardon me if I do not rise," he said by way of greeting. "Our march was wearisome, and my toes are prone to blisters. It is a curse."

It is a mark of weakness. You sound like an old woman. The Stricklands had been part of the Golden Company since its founding, Harry's great-grandsire having lost his lands when he rose with the Black Dragon during the first Blackfyre Rebellion. "Gold for four generations," Harry would boast, as if four generations of exile and defeat were something to take pride in.

[...]

Strickland beckoned to his squire. "Watkyn, wine for our friends."

"Thank you, but no," said Griff. "We will drink water."

This is like being in Stannis Baratheon's head.

+.+.+

Does he know? Griff wondered. How much did Myles tell him? Varys had been adamant about the need for secrecy. The plans that he and Illyrio had made with Blackheart had been known to them alone. The rest of the company had been left ignorant. What they did not know they could not let slip.

That time was done, though. "No man could have asked for a worthier son," Griff said, "but the lad is not of my blood, and his name is not Griff. My lords, I give you Aegon Targaryen, firstborn son of Rhaegar, Prince of Dragonstone, by Princess Elia of Dorne … soon, with your help, to be Aegon, the Sixth of His Name, King of Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."

Silence greeted his announcement. Someone cleared his throat. One of the Coles refilled his wine cup from the flagon. Gorys Edoryen played with one of his corkscrew ringlets and murmured something in a tongue Griff did not know. Laswell Peake coughed, Mandrake and Lothston exchanged a glance. They know, Griff realized then. They have known all along. He turned to look at Harry Strickland. "When did you tell them?"

The captain-general wriggled his blistered toes in his footbath. "When we reached the river. The company was restless, with good reason. We walked away from an easy campaign in the Disputed Lands, and for what? So we could swelter in this god-awful heat watching our coins melt away and our blades go to rust whilst I turn away rich contracts?"

Well, that was a little underwhelming. Let's hope that's not a sign of things to come.

I'm not sure whether I should be questioning how Harry Strickland knew.

+.+.+

"In Meereen." Strickland beckoned to his squire. "Watkyn, a towel. This water's growing cool, and my toes have wrinkled up like raisins. No, not that towel, the soft one."

[...]

Harry winced as his squire toweled his feet. "Gentle with the toes. Think of them as thin-skinned grapes, lad. You want to dry them without crushing them. Pat, do not scrub. Yes, like that."

I've fallen in love with the diva because he irritates Jon Connington.

+.+.+

We came to raise up a king and queen who would lead us home to Westeros, but this Targaryen girl seems more intent on planting olive trees than in reclaiming her father's throne. 

She's confused. Daario will straighten her out. The trees will burn.

+.+.+

"How much will they avail her when all these armies close about her city like a fist?"

Tristan Rivers drummed his fingers on his knee. "All the more reason that we must reach her quickly, I say. If Daenerys will not come to us, we must go to Daenerys."

People who argue the Golden Company would never support a Targaryen are so weird.

We need the girl. We need the marriage. If Daenerys accepts our princeling and takes him for her consort, the Seven Kingdoms will do the same. 

They're trying to seat Daenerys upon the throne. Daenerys of House Targaryen. Aegon would be her consort. Hello?

+.+.+

Homeless Harry Strickland paused with his blistered foot in hand. "Let me remind you, it was Myles Toyne who put his seal to this secret pact, not me. I would honor his agreement if I could, but how? It seems plain to me that the Targaryen girl is never coming west. Westeros was her father's kingdom. Meereen is hers. If she can break the Yunkai'i, she'll be Queen of Slaver's Bay. If not, she'll die long before we could hope to reach her."

George is doing everything he can to confuse me right now.

The secret pact was between Myles Toyne, Connington, Illyrio, and Varys. Yes? Yes.

They planned to crown Aegon VI Targaryen. Daenerys was never part of this pact. Yes? Yes.

+.+.+

And then Prince Aegon spoke. "Then put your hopes on me," he said. "Daenerys is Prince Rhaegar's sister, but I am Rhaegar's son. I am the only dragon that you need."

Griff put a black-gloved hand upon Prince Aegon's shoulder. "Spoken boldly," he said, "but think what you are saying."

"I have," the lad insisted. "Why should I go running to my aunt as if I were a beggar? My claim is better than her own. Let her come to me … in Westeros."

Tyrion's words.

'Good morrow to you, Auntie. I am your nephew, Aegon, returned from the dead. I've been hiding on a poleboat all my life, but now I've washed the blue dye from my hair and I'd like a dragon, please … and oh, did I mention, my claim to the Iron Throne is stronger than your own?' - Tyrion VI, ADWD

Basically everything that's going to happen is Tyrion's fault.

+.+.+

The captain-general looked as if someone had slapped his face. "Has the sun curdled your brains, Flowers? We need the girl. We need the marriage. If Daenerys accepts our princeling and takes him for her consort, the Seven Kingdoms will do the same. Without her, the lords will only mock his claim and brand him a fraud and a pretender. And how do you propose to get to Westeros? You heard Lysono. There are no ships to be had."

Let the debates begin!

I think I know what Daenerys will believe.

+.+.+

"By now the lion surely has the dragon's scent," said one of the Coles, "but Cersei's attentions will be fixed upon Meereen and this other queen. She knows nothing of our prince. Once we land and raise our banners, many and more will flock to join us."

lmfao.

Not entirely sure of the timeline, but I'm going to pretend she's preoccupied with Bronn at the moment.

+.+.+

"The first Aegon took Westeros without eunuchs," said Lysono Maar. "Why shouldn't the sixth Aegon do the same?"

"The plan—"

"Which plan?" said Tristan Rivers. "The fat man's plan? The one that changes every time the moon turns? First Viserys Targaryen was to join us with fifty thousand Dothraki screamers at his back. Then the Beggar King was dead, and it was to be the sister, a pliable young child queen who was on her way to Pentos with three new-hatched dragons. Instead the girl turns up on Slaver's Bay and leaves a string of burning cities in her wake, and the fat man decides we should meet her by Volantis. Now that plan is in ruins as well.

Okay, let's talk about this. This was the plan?

Illyrio brokers a marriage between Daenerys and Khal Drogo, so Viserys can unite the Dothraki and Golden Company? And then what? Viserys steps aside, and lets Aegon be king? You can't be serious.

Illyrio's actions in AGOT don't make a ton of sense once you know Aegon is alive (No judgment, he was still figuring out the story), but there were better ways of fixing it I think.

+.+.+

Griff had heard enough of the captain-general's cowardice. "We will not be alone. Dorne will join us, must join us. Prince Aegon is Elia's son as well as Rhaegar's."

"That's so," the boy said, "and who is there left in Westeros to oppose us? A woman."

Oops.

Rest in peace, Aegon VI Targaryen. Opposed by a woman.

+.+.+

"A Lannister woman," insisted the captain-general. "The bitch will have the Kingslayer at her side, count on that, and they will have all the wealth of Casterly Rock behind them. And Illyrio says this boy king is betrothed to the Tyrell girl, which means we must face the power of Highgarden as well."

The bitch will have the Kingslayer at her side. They've hit a rough patch.

They will have all the wealth of Casterly Rock behind them. How much is that?

And Illyrio says this boy king is betrothed to the Tyrell girl, which means we must face the power of Highgarden as well. Yeah, about that.

+.+.+

Laswell Peake rapped his knuckles on the table. "Even after a century, some of us still have friends in the Reach. The power of Highgarden may not be what Mace Tyrell imagines."

I'm not currently prepared to tell you who the friends will be.

All I know is Randyll Tarly is getting his ass lit up, and Mathis Rowan is tired of lions.

+.+.+

Rivers was smiling in approval. Others traded thoughtful looks. Then Peake said, "I would sooner die in Westeros than on the demon road," and Marq Mandrake chuckled and responded, "Me, I'd sooner live, win lands and some great castle," and Franklyn Flowers slapped his sword hilt and said, "So long as I can kill some Fossoways, I'm for it."

Perhaps let's exclude House Fossoway from the friends list.

+.+.+

This is a side of Aegon I never saw before. It was not the prudent course, but he was tired of prudence, sick of secrets, weary of waiting. 

Almost like he's terminal or something.

+.+.+

Win or lose, he would see Griffin's Roost again before he died, and be buried in the tomb beside his father's.

Would you settle for being ash in the wind?

+.+.+

The road ahead was full of perils, he knew, but what of it? All men must die. All he asked was time. He had waited so long, surely the gods would grant him a few more years, enough time to see the boy he'd called a son seated on the Iron Throne. To reclaim his lands, his name, his honor. To still the bells that rang so loudly in his dreams whenever he closed his eyes to sleep.

"surely the gods" = it's not going to happen.

+.+.+

Alone in the tent, as the gold and scarlet rays of the setting sun shone through the open flap, Jon Connington shrugged off his wolfskin cloak, slipped his mail shirt off over his head, settled on a camp stool, and peeled the glove from his right hand. The nail on his middle finger had turned as black as jet, he saw, and the grey had crept up almost to the first knuckle. The tip of his ring finger had begun to darken too, and when he touched it with the point of his dagger, he felt nothing.

Death, he knew, but slow. I still have time. A year. Two years. Five. Some stone men live for ten. Time enough to cross the sea, to see Griffin's Roost again. To end the Usurper's line for good and all, and put Rhaegar's son upon the Iron Throne.

Then Lord Jon Connington could die content.

I know it's his sword hand, but it's not like stone fingers will serve him any better. Chop, chop.

To end the Usurper's line for good and all

I'm sorry, is that Jon Connington daydreaming about killing children? Tsk, tsk.

Lord Jon Connington will not die content.

Final thoughts:

It's like having Jorah Mormont's POV, only he's in love with Rhaegar.

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[princessjasminetargaryen]

Rewatching Game of Thrones

A few observations and some hypothesizing.  This is a type ramble (as usual).  I’m in the middle of season 5.

1. The seeds of Daenerys’s evil are constant, but she was winning when our favorite characters were suffering brutal losses.

      The most interesting thing to me was observing the darkness of Daenerys’s character - whether there was a hard pivot in season 8, as many fans allege, or if we just missed it.  And upon the rewatch, she is constantly calling for everyone belonging to *X* group to be killed.  She threatens to burn down Qaarth, she orders everyone holding a whip to be killed in Astapor, and she demands mass crucifixions in Meereen.  She throws a random dude at her dragons to be eaten, and she doesn’t even know his name.

     However, a lot of her victories are juxtaposed against brutal losses of beloved characters.  After the horror of the Red Wedding in episode 9 of season 3, we get the Mhysa scene from Yunkai with Daenerys.  When Tyrion is being humiliated in court and Oberyn got his head smashed in, Daenerys is ruling Mereen. And I think that really set the tone for how the audience clings emotionally to her rise.  Even on the rewatch, I know where she is headed, but she’s at times the only one thriving while the bad guys win elsewhere.  You can’t help but let the moments provide you the relief that finally, somebody you like in this fictional world is not getting destroyed.

    Which then makes her downfall even more tragic.

2. Daenerys really is a cross-section of Stannis Baratheon and Robb Stark

     I see so many similarities between Daenerys and Stannis: an insistence on a (to themselves) legitimate claim, the controversial execution method of burning people alive, a sexual relationship with an advisor, a wary and at times punitive relationship with an advisor who has a criminal past, and finally - their downfall being that they cross a certain moral line that’s repeatedly emphasized throughout their journey.  For Stannis, it’s burning a relative for a political advantage, which he is criticized for in season 2 and when it came to Gendry, somewhat conflicted about.  For Daenerys, it’s killing groups of people at a time - Jorah had to talk her out of ordering Daario to execute every master in Yunkai.  Tyrion had to talker her out of burning King’s Landing in season 7.

      But Dany also has the charisma and charm of Robb.  She gets into a risky romantic relationship that leads to her downfall.  And most importantly - they share the “Execution That Goes Politically Wrong.”  Robb’s execution of Karstark and Dany’s execution of Mossador in Meereen.  Interestingly, both executions are for the extrajudicial murders of political prisoners.

3. The “bad writers” aren’t *that* bad - but they, and sometimes directors, make bold choices that can swing from brilliant to terrible.

     The best example of this is the episode after the Purple Wedding.  While looking over Joffrey’s body, Tywin has a brilliant didactic discussion with Tommen about what it means to be a good King. The scene is brilliant in that it’s a review of the history of bad kings in Westeros, recapping the kings we’ve seen so far, touches at the heart of Game of Thrones themes, all while establishing how Tywin intends to control Tommen.

     And then the very next scene is that darn r*pe scene with Cersei and Jamie that makes absolutely zero sense and adds nothing but confusion to the show.  Like, I think they didn’t *intend* for it to be nonconsensual, but went for the shock factor of the “fight” aspect - not realizing that if the woman is saying no repeatedly it’s not her playing games with him, but it’s r*pe.  It’s straight up r*pe!  It’s also right in the middle of Jamie’s redemption arc!  How am I supposed to feel about Jamie?

    When the writers add or change things that still keep with the themes of the story, it’s brilliant.  Arya and Tywin?  Love it.  The Hound vs. Brienne?  Love it.  But when the additions and changes strictly serve the television experience, like the shock factor of Jamie and Cersei’s r*pe scene, it backfires.  And it becomes more painfully prevalent as we move on towards the material that we’re still waiting on GRRM for.  

(I feel like GRRM has somehow magically escaped the blame for season 8 and I don’t get it.)

[yeniayofnymeria]

Answers for Jonerys

The arguments put forward for the X theory are level by level. Level 1 arguments often contain the strongest sign. Second level arguments support level 1, but alone have only "thought-provoking" effects. Third level arguments, on their own, have no effect, and are additional arguments that support level 1 and 2.

> Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire …

The strongest argument naturally ranks first. In fact, the whole theory is based on this argument.  There are two problems with this argument. 

The first problem is that this is the only level 1 argument. No other level 1 argument was presented, whereas a strong theory must have more than one level 1 argument. (It is not completely necessary, though.)

The second problem is the misinterpretation of this quote.

We need to understand what a shipper theory is. Both sides have to fall in love with each other, have a relationship together, and something (even if it doesn't end with a happy ending) at the end of the day.

For example, one-sided love or forced coexistence can never be a shipper theory. Or something like a one-night romance. (An example is Arya and Gendry on the show. This is not a ship.)

Let's go back to the argument. When interpreting this argument, Jonerys fandoms overlook a fact.  

Dany is warned by the Undying Ones. They told her that some events would happen and that it would be her disaster. Dany didn't understand the jigsaw words. So Dany asked them to explain and show her and they did.

This vision is an image shown to explain those disasters. To show Dany things and people that will hurt in the future ... The blue flower on the ice is Jon Snow. This flower emits sweet scent into the air. This is not a "love" sign, but a "death" sign. In books, the word "sweet" appears to be a sign of death in weight (or to face death). In addition, the word sweet and death are used side by side. So we need to pay attention to the places where this word is used.

For example, Sweet Raff, nicknamed "sweet", shows that GRRM sentenced this person to death. He died in his Mercy POV. Dany remembers Sir Willem smelling "sweet" when he was on his death bed. (Sickness)+dead=sweet We see that later. Bran's fall. Before fall he felt sweet pain in his body and also he used "sweet peach" word and he almost died, he was in coma. Who gave poison to Jon Arryn? "A sweet old friend."(Lysa and LF). Varys calls Lancel as "sweet boy" And Tyrion too in second book. He almost died in Battle of Blackwater and he may die in the future. Dany's wine was described as "sweet" The wine was poisonous. Drogo's wound smeel "sweet" He died. Jorah even gave Dany a sweet peach. Just like the Renly and Stannis scene (both brothers are dead, will die) (These are just a few examples, more dozens. https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/cr8me0/a_death_mark_in_asoiaf_sweet_spoiler_main/ )

If we pack it all up, Jon Snow will have a direct or indirect stake in Dany's death in the future. So, Jon Snow = dead for Dany.

No one can draw ship theory from such a fate.

> These quotes make a subtle connection between Dany and Val. Jon as we know is very attracted to Val. He first describes Val’s hair as pale silver; Dany of course has pale silver hair. In fact it is one of the most distinguishing features about her. So the connection here is that Val is a substitute for Dany. Also, note that the moon is mention, which as we know is strongly connected symbolically to Dany throughout the series, ex. “Moon of my Life”.

Val's hair is blond. Just once looked like silver hair because of moon. Okay, this is a second level argument. Available.

Dany's contact with the moon covers her relationship with Drogo only in book 1. No one except Drogo calls him "my moon" and has no reference to the moon in the future. So we cannot say that there is a "very strong" moon reference. Ned also calls Arya "the moon" in the first book. By showing this; Can we say Arya = Moon? No, this alone cannot be used. However, for 5 books, Arya has many moon references, unlike Dany. (https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/eo3ghb/arya_stark_and_braavos_moon_and_water_spoiler/ )

This alone does not matter. The word moon shows signs similar to death as the word "sweet".Even though it does not cover all the words of the moon, there has been a death many times before or after the moon appears. Moon Door is a dead place, the moon and moonlight are mentioned all over the place in AGOT’s prologue. The Others appear after a half-moon rises, and there are multiple references to the moonlight reflecting off the Other’s blade. There is a moon icon all over the FM house, even at the door. FM = death. Braavos is a moon city from the beginning. They are enemy of Valyria and dragon lords, and probably all Braavos played a role in the Doom of Valyria (with FM) So Drogo called Dany all the time “my moon” and Dany killed him with a pillow.

That's why it's hard to use the Val and Jon scene for Dany and Jon. At least we can't use it for Jonerys.

What does the moon and sweet weather mean for Val? Death. Twice a death mark. (Jon smelled sweet in book 5 before he died.)

> In these quotes we find a connection between a dream lover of Dany and Jon Snow. In her dream/vision Dany’s lover is a comely young man whose face is hidden in shadows. Jon is described by Ygritte as having a sweet face (comely) and in the two additional quotes below we see Jon describe himself as being in the shadows and we see Mel describe his face as hidden in shadows. These descriptions associate the young lover Dany sees with Jon Snow.

Maybe it's available but I'm not so sure. This sound a bit like a pushing.

The word dream used in the quote of Dany is not a dream seen asleep. This word is a dream used to imagine. Something you do consciously while awake. Here, Dany naturally (awake) dreams of a younger and handsome man for herself. Jorah is old and ugly for him. The word shadow comes naturally from Dany not thinking about a particular man. Because there is no type of man she desires around. Already later she met Daario and found the man she desired. That shade now has a face, and Dany fell in love with him. She constantly thinks about him, and we even see Dany thinking about him in her last POV. (Just like Jon thinks about Arya and Rhaegar thinks about Lyanna. ;) )

> Although the timeline is unclear, Jon was stabbed and presumably killed within the same time that Dany found herself alone in the Dothraki sea. Dany hearing the wolf howl could be the author making a connection between Jon’s death and how Dany would feel about it.

>If Dany knew who Jon was to her, his death would be incredibly sad but most importantly it would be lonely. Jon of course is Dany’s last living relative, although she does not know this. That this wolf howl brought such strong emotions to Dany is definitely something of interest.

Jonsa fandoms also used the same argument. Sansa heard a howl of wolf, and they interpreted it for the same thing. Which of you is correct to interpret?

I'll say it. None of you. There is one to four months between Jon's death and the scenes of these two characters. Another important detail is that in the scene where Jon is dead, the Ghost is not howling in any way and making a sad voice.

In the second book, Jon has the Bran scene, and the Ghost is howling sad and long. A few chapters later, Arya hears the howl of the wolf, which is described in the same words while in Harrenhall. (Here: https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/5cw18j/spoilers_extended_something_strange_about_aryas/d9zw29r/ )

> There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

Yes, Young Griff is probably is fake Targaryen and Rhaegar’s son is Jon. But this level 3 argument doesn't mean anything for the Jonerys ship alone.

Dany is not talking about a love subject here, but a traditional “political” Targ marriage. We also see in the same book that Rhaegar's son has a character named Aegon, and he is(was) coming to her to marry Dany. So it's all about the two character stories that Dany and we think are real Aegon ... We will not see a happy marriage anyway, as we know Dany's arc end. So this argument is invalid for Jonerys in any way. (Even if we assume that Jon is in psychology who can marry his aunt)

Most likely, all that is done is the GRRM throwing a fishing rod to us(Dany-Aegon.. or not and we can see those two can marry, maybe, i do not know. Not sure when i think about Euron, whatever).

> Here the author winks and nods at us as Jon is wishing for the very same thing Dany has, three dragons.

> “He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three.”

Yes, I smile when I read this scene. I just couldn't understand how you interpreted this for Jonerys. It's hard to say even a level 3 argument. It seems a little bit of pushing again.

Jon asked for 1000 men and then he took it, Jon also asked for 3 dragons. Maybe he will take all Dany's dragons? He's a Targaryen and probably a powerful warg. He can take it all for himself. Or as a matter of "alliance" for the danger of the Other, it is more correct to accept it as a weapon. Already, at first, Jon wanted 1000 men for defense, just as he wanted to defend all three dragons. There is no romantic reference from this.

> Finally, this pair of quotes is both a parallel and a connection between Dany and Jon. Both find themselves laying next to the person they love/are attracted to, as Jon ponders his lost of Ghost and Dany wakes from her nightmare not even the presence of these people they care about can drive the deep loneliness that they both feel.

Parallel scenes can be used as arguments. Sometimes level 2, level 3 ... However, they do not make sense on their own.

Remember, level 2 arguments are to support level 1 strong arguments, but there is no level 1 argument. You put forward one, but that is also completely misinterpretation.

Parallel scenes do not mean anything by themselves, because logically all characters have parallel scenes, life stories. Jon and Arya; Arya and Dany; Jon and Tyrion; Dany-Tyrion-Jon and Dany-Arya ... this is how it goes. For example Arya and Dany   https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/ew2z2y/ice_and_fire_two_sides_of_a_coin_spoiler_main/ and even Dany and Davos: https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/gj1wnp/spoilers_extended_a_big_parallel_between_davos/ Should we call a new ship “Daverys”? :D 

Parallel scenes may be a reference, but never a FS. “You are going to marry a King...” This can be FS. “My heart sometimes like a stone...” (Cat) is a FS. Sweet and Moon signs maybe can be a FS.

If this is the case, we can produce ship theories for all characters by looking at all these parallel scenes. There are too many parallel scenes between Arya and Bran. Shall we write another incest ship theory? For example, we can make a very crazy romantic ship theory between Dany and Arya, their life stories and their psychological developments are so similar to each other .. it's almost hard not to say their fate is one. Jon and Arya have similar parallel events too. If we can say Jonerys, we can say JonArya, right? How many characters will Jon have a romantic relationship with? I hope I was able to explain what I mean?

I have read the pov of Jon and Dany many times. I could not see a FS that there would be a romantic relationship between these two. If something is going to happen between two important characters, we cannot say that GRRM does not mark it. He does that. When I read Sansa povs, many signs for SanSan are laid before me without the need for a search. Or Jonarya signs.

First of all, it is necessary to wait for an infrastructure for a love relationship. Foreshadowing sentences are a sign for events that will happen, but is there any meaning unless there is character and story development?

In his speech, Jon and Ygritte, we saw that Jon had no problem with his love affair with foster sibling if he had no blood ties. So have we seen Jon volunteer to have a relationship with his own aunt? No. He can never be comfortable with incest because he wasn't raised that way.

This could happen without Jon knowing his identity, you might think. Just like in the show ... Possible. But we know that Dany will come in the 7th book, and they will probably meet in the middle of the book at the earliest. If you especially believe that the 2nd Dance will be between Dany and Aegon, the other kind seems hard to me.

So I'm asking, when will Jon learn about his real identity? At the end of the book? It is not possible. He needs to learn either at the end of Book 6 or at the beginning of Book 7. For his other danger, Jon is the real weapon and leader ... His family history will be his strength and superiority in this war. That's why he needs to know. Lord Reed knows everything, he will warn and inform Jon about everything. So when Jon meets Dany, he will either have learned his identity or will learn soon after meeting. So it's hard to wait for Jon to have a romantic relationship with a Dany. Another issue is that when these two characters meet, there is no suitable environment and time to form a love relationship between the two. Others have come and war has begun, death is everywhere and will these two find time to fall in love? Will it be possible to develop a story in this way? How? This book is not written by D&D, so let's not expect a disgrace like the show's script.

Thank you for read(Sorry for may bad English).