#talisa tully

[rainwingmarvel7]

Once again, thank you so much @murmel-malt for another incredible commission!!! 💕

This is Nadya and Jon’s second child and eldest daughter, Princess Talisa Stark Tully. She is the wife of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey’s eldest son (the one born in the show), Edmund Tully, and as such, the Lady of Riverrun. She is also a warg and gifted with greensight, and thus she was chosen by Bran to be the next Three-Eyed Raven. Talisa is also a gifted swordswoman, better than even most men.

I absolutely love this! From the expression on her face to her absolutely stunning outfit, it’s all so amazing!!!

[elycetellsall]

remember me

[echos-muses]

i want to infodump to someone SO BAD

[stromuprisahat]

seventh7crow:

plus the underlying tragicness about neither of them actually being able to consent (robb was, on top of everything, probably drugged and jeyne was a prisoner and probably pressured by her mother) and them growing to love each other despite everything AND the implicit message of that being at least Robb's first and only experience with love :( it is all fucking sad about them when Cat practically implies that Robb probably never even kissed a woman before they made him king :(

gigglingkat:

#also the way it is in the books #it’s very much the sins of his parents driving him #Ned’s ‘dishonor’ #and that Robb never learns the truth behind it #Catelyn has some awareness #that her resentment affects Jon #but I honestly don’t think it’s until this #that she realizes what it’s done to her children #hurt one and the pack suffers #speaking of #jeyne being afraid of grey wind #also plays into the tragedy #it annoys me so much in the series #that the Starks reunite #but never mention Robb or Rikon #or that Jon’s the one to keep his direwolf #anyway op #continue ranting

Not to mention a foreign noblewoman is traveling alone, so she can work as a nurse and insult kings right in their faces. #GirlPower

i actually hate talisa maegyr. i think her whole plot with robb was so stupid. like in the books robb’s marriage with jeyne is this tragic situation that’s really a culmination of the stress and grief that robb has been going through and unable to truly process because he is a child trying to lead his people in a war. he gets injured and then learns that his former best friend has just betrayed him, captured his home, and killed both of his younger brothers which adds to growing list of loss in his life. his father got executed, his sisters are being held hostage, his best friend betrayed him, and now his brothers are dead. so while he’s injured and kind of being consumed by his grief, jeyne westerling is there to comfort him and they do the deed and this only makes things worse because of how robb was raised and instilled with his father’s honor, as well as seeing how jon was raised, robb feels compelled to marry jeyne to preserve HER honor which ends up being his downfall. but nooooo in the show robb falls in love with foreign beauty talisa maegyr and dies because he’s an idiot and couldn’t keep it in his pants. like don’t get me wrong i love robb’s scenes in the show richard madden call me i just think the story could have been so much better and been true to the tragedy that it is in the books.

[novaursa]

Hi, I wanted to request an Edmure Tully x reader where the reader is daughter to a bannermen of Robb’s(either a Bolton or a Karstark as I want reader to have some tension with her husband). She was fostered at Winterfell, under Cat’s care, so she and Robb knew each other before marriage. But after she notices her house begin to turn against Robb—whether that’s her father Roose taking notice of how Robb isn’t likely to win or because Robb executed her father Rickard Karstark—tensions grow in the marriage. Reader feels alone and no one seems to notice, except for Edmure. Reader would feel guilty for these feelings for a man so close to her husband, but Robb makes little effort to try and rectify their issues. She goes back and forth between feeling guilty when she has her suspicions that Robb had been sneaking around with Jeyne Westerling(or Talisa if you want to go off the show), so she feels she’s just as bad as him for feeling what she does for Edmure.

If you don’t want to write for Edmure, I think this could also work with Theon. It’d just have to be Talisa used rather than Jeyne since I think Talisa comes in earlier in the show than Jeyne does in the books. Overall, I kind of want this angsty marriage between Robb and his wife, which results in her growing a little too close to another man who’s close to her husband.

Sorry for the long request, and thanks for reading.

Winter Without Snow

- Summary: When Robb left you in the winter of your marriage, Edmure was there to keep you warm.

- Pairing: karstark!reader/Edmure Tully

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: Thank you for sending this to me, I've enjoyed writing it last night. 🙂

The hall is cold again tonight. You sit at the long table with the other northern lords, a half-full goblet of watered wine trembling slightly in your grip as the wind howls outside the stone walls. A draft seeps in through the cracks, carrying with it the scent of old rushes and distant smoke, but you hardly notice anymore. No one looks your way. Not Lady Mormont, stern and tight-lipped in her seat. Not Lord Bolton, with his pale eyes and careful silences. Not even Robb. Especially not Robb.

He is at the head of the table, his crown of bronze and iron casting specters in the candlelight as he leans in to speak with Lord Umber. His voice is low, measured. He speaks of troop movements, of supply lines, of men lost in the last skirmish with the Lannisters. Not once does he look at you. Not once does he speak your name. You could be a ghost in this hall—Rickard Karstark’s daughter, the wife of a king, forgotten like snowfall in spring.

You wrap your fingers tighter around the stem of your goblet and try not to shiver. The fire is far away, and the heat does not reach you. Neither does comfort. There is no room for comfort in war. Not for widows, not for daughters of executed traitors, not even for queens.

“Lady Karstark,” a voice says, low and uncertain, breaking through your thoughts.

You turn your head slowly, the sound of your title landing oddly in your ears. No one uses it much anymore. You are Robb’s queen, in name if nothing else. But when you look up, it is not your husband who stands beside you, but Edmure Tully.

His auburn hair is tangled from the wind, his cheeks flushed from wine or cold—you can’t tell. He has a softness in his eyes that no one else seems to wear anymore. It unsettles you more than it should.

“My lady,” he tries again, glancing toward the empty seat beside you. “May I?”

You nod before you think better of it. He sits, and for a moment, neither of you speak. You wonder if he feels it too—that awful quiet that gnaws at the edges of your soul, the space where your father used to be, where your husband should be. The silence left in the wake of war and a broken oath.

“I thought you might want company,” Edmure says, his voice gentle. “Or, at least... not solitude.”

You glance around. None of the others notice, and even if they did, what would they care? You’re the daughter of a dead traitor now. To most of them, you’re nothing more than a liability Robb has yet to cast off. But Edmure—he sees you. He always has.

“Thank you,” you murmur, staring into your wine. “I suppose I’ve had enough solitude for a lifetime.”

His smile is brief, a flicker of warmth before it fades. “You shouldn’t be alone. Not like this.”

You look at him then. Really look at him. There’s an earnestness in his eyes that pulls something taut in your chest. “Robb is... busy.”

“You’re his wife.”

“Not his war council.”

The bitterness in your voice surprises even you. It hangs between you like smoke.

Edmure hesitates, then leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “It wasn’t your fault, what happened. Your father… he made his choice. Robb made his.”

You flinch. “You think I don’t know that? Every lord in the North looks at me and sees his ghost. And Robb…” You shake your head, the words catching in your throat. “He hasn’t touched me since. Not once. Not even to look at me properly.”

Edmure’s brow furrows. “He should see you. Gods, you’re trying. He should see you.”

You hate the tears that rise at the gentleness in his voice. You blink them back, willing your face into something cold, something unreadable. You are a Karstark. You are not weak.

“I don’t blame him,” you whisper. “He lost so much. He’s grieving.”

“But so are you.”

That breaks something in you. Not in a loud, violent way—but in that quiet way ice cracks beneath the surface of a lake. Slowly. Irreversibly.

Your fingers brush against Edmure’s as you reach for the bread, and neither of you pull away fast enough. You stare down at your hand, his warmth still clinging to your skin, your breath caught behind your ribs. It is a dangerous thing, to feel seen. To feel something, anything, again.

“I shouldn’t be speaking to you like this,” you murmur. “You’re his uncle.”

“I’m your friend,” he says, and his voice is steady now. “If nothing else.”

You want to believe him. You want to believe there is still something left of you that is worth being called that.

Across the hall, Robb stands and calls for his lords. His voice is commanding, proud, the voice of a king—but not the voice you remember from Winterfell, when he would laugh with you beneath the Godswood trees, your hands brushing in the snow.

He does not glance your way as he leaves.

But Edmure does. His eyes linger, just long enough for the ache in your chest to sharpen into something dangerous.

You watch the fire burn low, the shadows stretch long, and wonder how long you can stay loyal to a man who no longer sees you… and how long you can deny the one who does.

The nights grow longer. Not in hours, but in weight. They press down on your chest like the stone lid of a tomb, quiet and suffocating. You lie awake in your chambers with your eyes on the beams above, fingers tangled in the wool of the furs that no longer hold the warmth of another. The hearth has gone cold again, the servants too frightened or forgetful to stoke the flames, and you do not summon them. You tell yourself you prefer the cold. You tell yourself it makes you feel closer to home. But Karhold was never this empty.

Sometimes you hear his footsteps—Robb’s—outside your door, the soft tread of boots on stone. Sometimes you think he’ll knock. That he’ll come in and speak your name again as if it means something. But he never does. Lately, you’ve stopped hoping.

And then there's her. Jeyne Westerling. Pretty enough, in the way girls are when they know how to tilt their head just so, when they cry at just the right moment to earn sympathy. You saw them once, too close in the corridor of a ruined keep, his hand brushing her back as he leaned in. You weren’t meant to see. You weren't meant to be there. She looked at you with wide brown eyes, as if you were the one out of place. Robb didn’t even react.

You said nothing. Of course you said nothing. What could you say? The man who had once kissed your knuckles in the snow, who had claimed he would always honor your name, now couldn’t even look you in the eye. You told yourself it was grief, still. That it was the war, the death, the crown. You told yourself you were being cruel to think otherwise. But the quiet between you has grown teeth.

When you see Edmure again, it’s beneath the godswood, far from the noise of tents and swords and voices echoing with orders. He is feeding a raven from his palm, bits of dried meat and crumbled bread. The bird picks delicately, cocking its head at him as if in judgment. You stand a moment and watch, arms folded against the wind, before he notices.

“You have a soft heart for such a grim thing,” you say, your voice light, but raw beneath it.

Edmure turns, startled, then offers a smile. “I’ve always liked them. Messengers. Carriers of truth, no matter how bloody.” He wipes his hand on his cloak and straightens, looking at you the way no one else does anymore—not as a widow of the living, not as the daughter of the condemned, but you.

You step toward him, unsure why you’ve come. You shouldn't be here. And yet, you are. “And what truth would this one carry, I wonder?”

“That you’re not alone.” He says it softly, and the wind dares not blow for a moment after.

You look away. The trees do not whisper here like they do in the North, but the gods are always listening. You feel them. Or perhaps it's only guilt pressing in again. “You shouldn’t say such things. I am the queen.”

“And I’m a fool who’s said worse,” he replies, half-laughing, though his eyes are serious. “But I meant it. I’ve watched you carry silence like a blade. It must be heavy by now.”

You breathe out, and it’s almost a laugh. Almost. “Do you know what it’s like? To lie in bed and wonder if your husband is lying with someone else while his men march and die for his name?”

His expression falters, the levity draining from it. He does not answer. And you do not need him to.

“I saw them,” you admit, voice low. “Robb and Jeyne. He thought I wouldn’t. He’s a king, after all. And I… I’m just the reminder of a man he beheaded.”

“He’s a fool, then,” Edmure says, voice hard in a way you’ve never heard. “If he cannot see the woman he married. The woman he’s betrayed.”

You wince. “And I’m just as bad. I look at you and I—” The words choke. You don’t know how to finish them.

Edmure steps closer, hesitant, but not afraid. “You don’t have to say it.”

“But I feel it,” you whisper. “Gods help me, I feel it. And every time I see you, I wonder how far I’ve already fallen.”

His hand hovers at your elbow but does not touch. “Then let us fall together, if we must.”

You meet his eyes, and in them is not just desire—but understanding. That awful, aching need to be known in a world where grief drowns everything else. You don't touch. Not yet. The gods might be watching, but it’s not the gods you fear. It’s yourself.

“I can’t,” you say finally. “Not yet.”

Edmure nods, stepping back, giving you the air you didn’t know you were desperate for. “Then I’ll wait.”

The words linger long after he’s gone, and they haunt you worse than Robb’s silence.

Because for the first time in moons, someone is willing to stay.

[inkandarsenic]

you ever think about how if Robb had survived the Red Wedding, he would have been haunted by it? Waking up in the middle of the night hearing Talisa’s screams, his mother begging for his life and not her own? Scrubbing his hands raw because he can’t stop seeing them coated in red, the phantom feeling of hot slick blood seeping between his fingers as he holds his wife? Seeing her blank eyes staring up at him every time he closes his eyes, his mother’s throat cut deep enough for a flash of white bone, his men cut down like cattle? do you ever think about how breathing is probably never truly easy for him again, the arrow scars a constant aching reminder of all his mistakes? do you ever think about how seeing Sansa again would at once feel like a dagger in his heart and overwhelming relief, that her red hair and Tully blue eyes remind him so much of their mother that sometimes he cannot bear to even look at her? do you ever think about how hard it must be for him to trust guest rights, that bread and salt must taste like ash on his tongue? how long before he trusts his allies again? does he ever? how long until his heart stops feeling like glass shards in his veins?

[darklinaforever]

Hi, so apparently someone once compared Aegon II to Robb Stark? Then do they remember Robb's ultimate fate? The Red Wedding, where he, his wife (and unborn child, because Talisa was very obviously pregnant), mother and almost everyone fighting for him and the North were butchered in blatant violation of guest right? Where the Riverlands ran red with their blood, where Catelyn Stark's body was thrown into a river in mockery of the funeral rites of House Tully, her birth house, where Robb was beheaded and had his own direwolf, Grey Wind's head sewn onto his decapitated body and paraded around in mockery once again? Even what happened in Game of Thrones isn't immune to Green stans' grasping...

WHAT THE FUCK ?!

Compare Aegon II and Robb Stark ?!

The delirium of the Greens stans / Aegon II stans will never cease to amaze me.

[nessataleweaver]

FIC: By right of blood (Game of Thrones)

RATING: PG

FANDOM/PAIRING: Game of Thrones; Jon/Sansa (implied)

SUMMARY:  Robb Stark’s return to Winterfell has been a long time coming.  But to his dismay, his homecoming is not the welcome he expects.

NOTE: show!verse, but the Red Wedding went slightly differently. It also diverts Sansa’s canon storyline at the same point it’s still currently stuck at in the books, with her in the Vale posing as Alayne Stone. I actually expanded this from a WIP I never got around to finishing back in 2020, so the jonsa is only implied here; let me assure you it’s quite real though.

PROMPT: for jonsa-halloween for their 2024 event, using the October 29th prompt  ‘Came back wrong!’ In this story, that can be taken several ways...

This story can also be read on AO3

Robb Stark, King in the North, couldn’t hold back a sigh as the imposing view of Winterfell broke over the horizon.

He’d been away too long.

“Is that Winterfell?” Talisa asked quietly, from her seat in the carriage that rolled beside Robb’s horse.

“Yes,” Robb nodded happily.  “I have to warn you, I don’t know what shape it’ll be in.  I haven’t been back since before the Ironborn attacked.  Roose Bolton recommended his bastard as castellan, but given that we now know he was behind what happened at Uncle Edmure’s wedding...”

Robb bit his lip to hold back un-Kingly tears.  The only reason Robb, Talisa, and the child that swelled her belly like a full moon were alive was because of his mother’s suspicions - and her sacrifice.  Along with many of Robb’s bannermen, she’d died during what was already being called ‘the Red Wedding’.  Robb had managed to bring home most of the bannermen’s bodies, but he’d left his mother’s remains in a burning boat in the Trident, like her Tully ancestors before her.  Robb and Talisa had already agreed that their first daughter would be named in tribute.

Robb’s first hint that perhaps he wasn’t as well-informed on the state of affairs as he should have been came when he saw Winterfell up close. 

It was... perfect.  There was no sign that the seat of the Starks had ever been attacked, except for a few fading scorch marks here and there on the walls.  It was better than perfect – the Broken Tower had even been repaired.

The second hint was when Beth Cassel came to meet him, wearing a Yi Ti-styled tabard bearing the Stark crest. She swept a graceful, exquisitely correct curtsey.

“As the steward of Winterfell, I greet you, King in the North.” With a respectful nod to Talisa, she added, “and his Queen Consort.”

His third hint came when she offered them bread and salt.

* - * - * - *

Robb was furious, and only barely hiding it.  This was only tempered by an ever-increasing sadness, accompanied by an also-ever-increasing feeling of trepidation.

Talisa had been ensconced in a set of beautifully furnished rooms that Beth had told them had been designated for them whenever they cared to visit, and would be called the Royal Suite in their honour.

It was in the guest quarters.  Not the family wing. Alongside those offered to the few bannermen who’d accompanied him to Winterfell, the rest who’d survived the war peeling off from his entourage to return to their own homes, eager to put matters into place for the approaching of winter.

Robb didn’t recognise a single person in the halls besides Beth.  Every enquiry he made about a member of staff he remembered from before he left received one of two responses:

“He/she died fighting the Iron-Born.”

Or the even more popular “He/she was killed by the Bolton bastard.”

The only exception was Mikken; when Robb had glimpsed a tall, strong youth who oddly reminded him of Robert Baratheon in the smithy, Beth had remarked to Robb’s joy that Gendry had made his way to Winterfell on Arya’s recommendation.

“We don’t know where she is currently, but we’re sure she’s alive.”

This had been followed by a dismal variation on a depressingly familiar refrain.

“Mikken was crippled by the Bolton bastard, so he’s instructing Gendry further while he supervises the smithy, now that the rebuilding is done.  We still have a lot of preparation to do for winter, including expanding the glass houses both here and at Weeping Water castle.”

“Wait - Weeping Water Castle?” Robb knew the Weeping Water river, of course, but wasn’t that right next to-

“The former Dreadfort, your grace.  With Roose dead at your hand for his betrayal, and his Frey wife and last remaining legitimate child slaughtered by his bastard, everyone thought that it was only fitting that the bastard’s wife be awarded the Bolton holdings as recompense for her suffering, and to keep anyone who might have supported the Bolton’s out of the seat.  Even Lady Dustin agreed.” 

“But who is she?”

“The former Jeyne Poole.  The Bolton bastard married her, claiming she was Lady Arya, in order to strengthen his claim on Winterfell.  We’ll need you to confirm her in the position before you leave, as well as confirm that she can hold it under her maiden name.  Given that she’s highly likely to die childless, Lady Jeyne will probably ask you to designate one of your children as the heir.”

With that surprising comment, Beth opened the side door to the Great Hall.  “Please excuse me not announcing you with due heraldry, your grace, but Lady Sansa is in the middle of the Day of Judgment and Appeals.  We prefer not to interrupt the hearings.  I’ll announce you as soon as the current hearing is done.”

Robb stood and watched as Sansa, in an elaborately carved rosewood chair placed on the bare dais where the family tables sat during feasts, presided over the people of Winterfell as if she were a queen. A very good one.  Beth had cleverly avoided answering any questions about what Sansa was doing in Winterfell instead of King’s Landing, and Robb found his curiosity burning almost as hotly as his anger.

Less than ten minutes later, Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell and King in the North found himself standing before his younger sister feeling like a supplicant, trying not to puke at the detailed list of what Roose Bolton’s bastard had done to his people.  Trying to digest the news that his silly little sister, who spoke of nothing but songs, sewing, and suitors, had stolen his rightful place from under him while he’d been avenging their father’s murder.

"I am Lord of Winterfell, and King in the North!" Robb thundered, his voice echoing off the stone walls of their ancestors.

"Yes, you are King in the North, by right of acclamation," Sansa agreed.  "You were chosen as such by your bannermen." Then her expression turned to mirror-blank ice, and her voice became harsh as the depths of winter.  "But you are no longer Lord of Winterfell.  You lost Winterfell to the Ironborn.  You lost it because you trusted Theon, and he betrayed us all. He murdered our brothers, leaving me as the rightful heir.  Then you gave permission for the Boltons to take it.  You approved of that monster coming to Winterfell. You allowed that monster to torture and slaughter it's people.

"So I did what you were too busy elsewhere to do.  I took back our home.  I made an alliance with our cousin Robin Arryn; I brought warriors from the Vale and I freed the people here from death and terror.  Winterfell is mine, by right of conquest.  It's people support my right of blood.  I am the Stark in Winterfell now, and so I shall remain.  After all, I'm the only other candidate. And I have the support of our only remaining family."

Robb looked at her incredulously.  "Wait - Jon?  You went to the Night's Watch?"

A shadow moved from behind Sansa's chair, and Robb nearly jumped out of his skin.  It took several heartbeats for him to recognise the black curls and pallid face.

"Jon? What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the Wall?"

Jon reached for the neck of his black leather jerkin, and slowly unfastened it.  He wore no shirt underneath, and Robb stared in utter shock - not at his scandalously bare chest, but the several livid, still blood-red scars.

How could any man have taken a blade to the heart and live?

"My Watch has ended," Jon told him solemnly, as he re-fastened his clothing.  "I serve the Lady of Winterfell, now."

He laid his hand on Sansa’s shoulder... and something dark in the back of Robb’s mind recognised it as a touch of possession rather than simple support. The Sansa that Robb knew would have shrugged off any physical contact from Jon with a scandalised look.  This Sansa leaned into it.  Jon had always been pale, but now the skin of his hand looked downright ghostly in contrast to the deep blue of Sansa’s gown, the sparkling wolf emblazoned across her chest seemed to dance as she reached up to place her hand on top of his.

"Unfortunately, Winterfell is still being repaired from being sacked twice in as many years, so the King in the North will have to make his royal seat elsewhere, I'm afraid.  Might I suggest Moat Cailin?  It's location is highly strategic, and it's one of the few holdfasts where you won't have to rob a noble family of their home in order to take it for yourself.”

Robb looked around the assorted people in the Great Hall, and realised that he was surrounded not simply by Winterfell’s people, but Sansa’s congregation.  Judging by some of the glares, if he raised a single word of objection or insult to Sansa, he might not make it back to the Royal suite alive.

He would be able to do nothing to regain Winterfell until he left it.

Sansa continued, her voice cool and soft as snow, “I negotiated with the Iron Bank for the funds to rebuild and make the needed improvements, but if you wish to do the same, you’ll have to send your own representative.  I’m happy to provide a letter of introduction to ease their way.  I’m sure you can ask our Tully relatives to help, or leverage your wife’s dowry as security.  After all, you had all the same teachings about marrying to the benefit of House Stark that I did; I’m sure you knew better than to spend one of your most important political assets on a bride who could bring nothing of benefit to our House.”

“And what of your own husband?” Robb snarled.  “I hardly think the sons and daughters of the North will enjoy being ruled by the Lannister Dwarf.”

Sansa’s eyes glittered like icicles.  “You refer to the marriage made under the Seven in a Sept, not by a weirwood by blessing of the Old Gods?  A marriage I was forced into by threat of a sword through the back, before my courses were regular enough for me to be deemed fertile?  That marriage was without my permission, or the permission of my parents or guardian, and unconsummated.  I have already applied for it to be set aside by the Church of the Seven.  Given that my husband is currently under sentence of death for kin-slaying and regicide, I don't think there will be much objection, even if I do not become a virgin widow by the time my application is judged.  Though since half the northern nobility have died in a war you lost by not keeping your breeches fastened, the available candidates for my husband are limited.”

Sansa gave a long look at Jon, standing devotedly by her side.  “Who knows?  The Lady of House Mormont states all her daughters were fathered by a bear, and they are acknowledged by all as her heirs.  Perhaps mine will be fathered by a wolf?

“I suggest you act quickly, my King.  Winter is coming... and very soon.”

AFTERWORD: Robb quickly realised that most of his own support literally died off in the War of the Five Kings.  He never got around to doing anything about Moat Cailin; Robb lost heart after Talisa died in the aftermath of childbirth, followed very swiftly by needing to present a united front for Daenerys Targaryen, deciding that the War for Dawn was more important. He did at least manage joyful reunions with Arya, Bran and Rickon. While Jon got to kill the Night King (otherwise what was that stupid prophecy even for?) Robb still managed to die as a legendary hero, becoming the only Stark to die by dragonfire after shoving a sword through Daenerys to save Jon from kin-slaying. There was just enough left to bury in the crypts at Winterfell, complete with crown. 

Sansa was formally crowned as his successor, the first Queen in the North, with the support of all her siblings. She orchestrated a new golden age for the Kingdom of the North, becoming known as ‘Sansa the Glorious’. Jon finally gained the Stark name as her Prince Consort, choosing to forego the title ‘King’ so no one would get any ideas about Sansa not being the one in charge.

Robb’s daughter Catelyn grew up in Winterfell surrounded by loving family, including lots of cousins always ready to fight anyone who insulted her foreign heritage. As a young teen, Catelyn volunteered to give up any right to the throne in what she saw as atonement for Robb’s mistakes that gave the Boltons the opportunity to cause so much harm. Jeyne Poole instantly demanded to adopt Catelyn as her heiress.  Catelyn became so highly regarded in the North that she ended up holding a tournament to decide her husband out of a dozen worthy suitors from the North, the Vale, the Riverlands and even one of the Tarly’s, becoming ruling matriarch of the Starks of Weeping Water. She later started what was to become the first school in the North devoted solely to the healing arts, open to anyone regardless of birth or gender.  Now called The Talisa Stark School of Medicine, it still operates today.

[chasingthedragons]

Wedding gowns in the Seven Kingdoms

Lady Alicent Hightower with King Viserys I Targaryen

The future Queen wore a magnificent but simple bright white gown printed with the crest of House Targaryen, with a golden V-shaped embroidery in the center, two winged dragons crowning the shoulders with a pair of open wings. The sleeves, open at the elbows and as long as the skirt, are shagged in a red with a gold and dark red quadrille pattern. An ostentatious gold necklace, gold and pearl earrings, and a splendid crown of gold, pearl and rubies.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with Ser Laenor Velaryon

For the opening banquet of the celebration, the Princess wore a beautiful white dress with a pattern of scales, gold embroidery and inlaid with rubies at the neckline, with a small gold braided brooch, and the belt, which is attached with a gold brooch with two dragons and a gold chain, equal to the eight that hang on each side of the arms of the princess. Rings, bracelets and earrings of gold and rubies, a grand necklace of gold and rubies, rubies crowning her hairstyle, a hair brooch of gold, pearls and rubies and a piece of carved gold for her braid.

In addition we can see her maiden cloak, black and with the emblem of House Targaryen in red on one side and blue with the emblem of House Velaryon on the other. Golden lapels and shoulder boards.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen with Prince Daemon Targaryen

On the coast of Dragonstone and according to Valyrian tradition, she wore a sand-colored suit with red gradient on sleeves, skirt and shoulders, with a red garment under it. A belt of the same color as the dress and neckline. Crowned with a black headdress decorated in the same color as the dress.

Lady Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen

Lady Lyanna was married in a secret ceremony wearing a gown of light ice-green, sleeveless fabric and silver and gold leaf ornaments, like a belt, at the neckline and going up from her waist, past her neck. Because of the haste and secrecy of their betrothal, there was no maiden's cloak.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen with Khal Drogo

At her wedding, the Princess wore a simple pale lilac dress with straps, bracelets of which matching fabrics gave the impression of sleeves, silver metallic details matching the color of her dress, on her neckline and sleeves, also holding and styling her hair.

Lady Talisa Maugyr with King Robb Stark

Lady Talisa was married in a secret ceremony during the war, in a forest near the camps of King Robb's forces. So she wore the same dress she wore every day, a simple model in gray tones and a cloak in earth tones.

Lady Roslyn Frey with Lord Edmure Tully

The young Frey girl wore at her wedding to Lord Edmure a lovely green dress with flower print over a simple white dress. Long and wide sleeves and small embroidered details on the neckline. Over the dress she wore a delicate white cape woven with flowers.

Her maiden's cloak, white and earthy with intricate prints and embroidery, and a pattern of branches and leaves all around the edge, in very similar tones to the rest of her costume.

Lady Sansa Stark with Tyrion Lannister

For her wedding in the Sept of Baelor Lady Sansa wore a gown of a shimmering purple fabric with a golden floral pattern and a cross embroidery of golden lions and wolves. Metallic ornaments on her hips and a necklace with the emblem of House Lannister.

Her maiden's cloak, of red velvet with gold collar and sleeves with the lion of House Lannister in red on them.

Lady Sansa Stark with Ramsey Bolton

In the godswood of Winterfell she wore a shiny silver dress with a delicate pattern of slightly brighter lines. Over it, a short-sleeved coat of thick white velvety fabric with a braided pattern and a pair of silver brooches in the center. Covering each shoulder, a pair of white furs.

Lady Margaery Tyrell with King Joffrey Baratheon

For the most ostentatious wedding of the era, the future Queen wore an ice blue dress with an open back and matching blue rose embroidery leading to a rose-covered train. A silver necklace and a beautiful gold and silver plated crown with the antlers of House Baratheon and the roses of House Tyrell.

Her maiden's cloak, white with gold embroidery of lions and red borders, the same that Queen Cersei Lannister wore at her wedding to King Robert Baratheon.

Queen Margaery Tyrell with King Tommen Baratheon

In her second nuptials, in a much simpler ceremony, Queen Margaery wore a beautiful copper-colored dress with gold prints, sleeveless and deep neckline, plus a beautiful and ostentatious necklace that follows the shape of the neckline, crowned with the same crown she used in her wedding to King Joffrey Baratheon.

Her maiden's cloak, white, gold and red, matching the colors of her dress. The colors of House Lannister.

Lady Lysa Arryn with Lord Petyr Baelich

For her hasty wedding to Lord Baelich, Lady Lysa seemed to have her dress already prepared. She wore a light blue dress with sand-colored prints, a bust of the same color and ornaments of birds under the bust and neck from where a cape of the same fabric of the dress is born. She did not use a maiden's cloak because the ceremony was private and very simple.

[rhaenyrastark]

ships i like from got and hotd

i am very much a multi-shipper when it comes to the universe GRRM has written, i do have to say however there is one ship that i really dislike and will NEVER read; Jonerys (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen), i always stop reading when this ship is mentioned in fanfiction and i will unfollow blogs that ship it. i ship people that i think would be good or interesting together (or if i just like both characters and would find them cute together)

got (game of thrones)

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Jon Snow/Ygritte

Samwell Tarly/Gilly

Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen (i know this one is a bit controversial but i found them so cute by the end)

Sansa Stark/Tyrion Lannister

Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen (more tv show than the books)

Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark

Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand (just make Ellaria her season 4 characterisation or book ver because she is so weird in the tv show after s4)

Oberyn Martell/Sansa Stark

Oberyn Martell/Sansa Stark/Ellaria Sand (in a triangle type polyamorous relationship, i dislike reading v-shaped relationships)

Bran Stark/Meera Reed

Rickon Stark/Shireen Baratheon

Gendry Waters/Arya Stark

Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark

Jon Snow/Arya Stark

Jon Snow/Robb Stark

Myranda/Ramsay Bolton (i love evil people with evil people that enable them to do more evil)

Trystane Martell/Myrcella Baratheon

Tormund Giantsbane/Brienne of Tarth

Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark (i love Talisa, i thought their love story was such a cute thing from the show)

Arya Stark/Tywin Lannister (give me grown up version of Arya with Tywin, especially if they make the harrenhal scenes canon, *chef's kiss*)

Arya Stark/Jaqen H'ghar

Missandei/Grey Worm

Missandei/Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister/Cersei Lannister (toxic but they died in each others arms, tv show only)

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Mirri Maz Duur/Revenge (Mirri deserved her revenge even if it inconvenienced Dany a bit)

Catelyn Tully/Ned Stark

Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen/Lyanna Stark (i can only get behind Rhaegar/Lyanna if Elia is there with them and they all survive, otherwise its just shipping 2 people that started a rebellion because they didn't tell anyone what they were doing or a guy who stole and raped a women. Elia basically deserved better)

Aegon VI Targaryen (Young Griff)/Sansa Stark

Aegon VI Targaryen (Young Griff)/Arya Stark

Robb Stark/Roslin Frey

Loras Tyrell/Renly Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth

Sansa Stark/Theon Greyjoy

hotd (house of the dragon)

DAEMON TARGARYEN/RHAENYRA TARGARYEN (i will ship this until the day i die)

Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon

Daemon Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Harwin Strong/Laena Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Laenor Velaryon/Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Laena Velaryon/Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen/Laenor Velaryon/Laena Velaryon/Harwin Strong

Laenor Velaryon/Daemon Targaryen

Harwin Strong/Daemon Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon/Harwin Strong

BASICALLY IF YOU COULDN'T TELL FROM THE ABSOLUTE LIST ABOVE I SHIP THE 5 (Rhaenyra, Laena, Daemon, Laenor, Harwin) IN ANY COMBINATION POSSIBLE BUT I CAN'T THINK OF ANY MORE COMBINATIONS RIGHT NOW

Aegon II Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen

Baela Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Jacaerys Targaryen/Cregan Stark/Baela Targaryen (again in a triangle not a v)

Baela Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon

Rhaena Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon

Aegon III Targaryen/Daenaera Velaryon

Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (only in very specific circumstances; (1) when Aemond turns to team Black/doesn't fight for team Green, (2) when Rhaenyra is guaranteed to become Queen in the fic or (3) non-canon compliant e.g. no killing Lucerys, etc.)

Alicent Hightower/Criston Cole (they deserve each other, both sexually repressed and doing things for 'duty' sake)

Corlys Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon/Joffrey Lonmouth

Laenor Velaryon/Qarl Correy

[xfulminare]

( stark c / lewis tan / cis man & he/him ) hear ye hear ye — the riverlands welcomes lord edric stark of winterfell. king matthos baratheon is glad that the thirty - three year old appears to be honourable and he shall overlook that it’s said they are also uptight, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they ARE happy with his reign.

Name: Edric 'Ned' Stark Age: thirty-three Orientation: heterosexual, heteroromantic ( regrettably ) Loyalties: House Stark, The North Religious affiliation: Old Gods Appearance: he grew taller than his father at 6'2 and shoulders broadened to match. Dark hair and dark eyes, keeps a well trimmed beard most of the time. Gait: he walks with pride but not overbearingly so, steps can sometimes be heavy and he's not particularly graceful but walks with reluctant purpose. if he's following one of his children he's crouching down or bending over, probably hurried too. Aesthetic:

Family: -

Father: Rickard Stark Mother: tbd Stark nee Tully Siblings: Godric Stark, Lynara Stark, Arsa Stark Children: Serena Stark (9), Benjen Stark (8), Rickon Stark (7), Relina Stark (4), Lyanna Stark (3), Aryana Stark (2), Edwyn 'Little Ned' Stark (under 1) Extended family: Ayisa Tully (maternal cousin) Marital status: married to Talisa Stark nee Manderly Direwolf: Midnight (named by his daughter, Serena) also answers to Puppy & Fluffy but only if it's the youngest Starks. Talisa calls him Seal.

PERSONALITY: -

Traits: cautious, attentive, protective, worrisome, loyal, steadfast, disciplined, generous, sceptical, principled, just, incorruptible ( maybe ) Values: he was raised to do the decent thing and so he values the same trait in others. he doesn't appreciate being lied to ( although he's not always able to discern when that is happening ) and believes that a man's word is his bond. Fears: since he was eight years old he had feared the death of his family, mostly at the hands of southerners. now that he is older and he has children to worry about as well as his siblings this fear has only grown. he worries about his father in king's landing and what attention his role as hand will bring them all. Moral Alignment: lawful good Temperament: phlegmatic Zodiac: taurus sun, cancer moon, libra rising Inspiration: ned stark ( asoiaf ), robb stark ( asoiaf ), hector ( the iliad ) and a little bit of aragorn ( lotr ), lancelot ( merlin )

BIOGRAPHY: -

tl;dr - the weight of the future of the north and house stark weighs heavily upon him. he feels the responsibility keenly and his cautious nature makes him reluctant to break from tradition. losing his aunt, uncle and grandfather has made him hesitant of going south and he cannot help but believe that nothing good happens to a northerner who goes south. soft and something of a pushover with his family, the same way that his direwolf is, but that doesn't mean everyone is afforded the same grace. in everything he does ned tries to embody the north that he will one day lead, he stands for the honour and pride of its people but can also be as hard and cold as its ice.

with all the hours he played at shadowing his father it was inevitable that he would take on some of rickard stark's traits. but it was more than just imitation and following his father's lead, ned truly was his father's son. the importance of tradition was impressed upon him and the first time he watched his father swing a sword over his head in the name of justice, he knew that he wanted to be able to uphold their laws with the same tenacity.

the deaths of his aunt, uncle and grandfather would always hang over him. he was eight years old when events begun to unfold and remembers it vividly. how they'd gone south while he'd stayed behind and not returned. how winterfell would never echo with his aunt's laughter, how his uncle would never tease him about his form when they sparred and how any wisdom his grandfather might have had for him would be forever lost.

their absence was felt keenly and so he found himself clinging more tightly to his siblings, showing that he was his mother's son too with how often he embodied her house's motto of family, duty, honour. they became his tenants to live by as he grew older, having lost family members so young he wanted nothing more than to keep those he had left as close to him as possible. he held his siblings close, always thawing him out before he could let himself get too cold.

whether he would have always been an old soul or that was a fate inflicted upon him by grief is a question that will never be answered. but ned tended to be on the serious side growing up, shunning some types of fun in the name of honour. the only ones who could successfully get him to bend the rigid bars he restrained himself with were his family but mostly calon greyjoy, once he'd convinced the ironborn to warm up to him.

duty came for him later in life when the betrothal that had been a certainty for so long finally became inevitable. he had been determined to be a good husband no matter what he felt for his bride to be but when he met talisa it was almost love at first sight. it wasn't just her obvious beauty that drew him but the fact that they seemed like a perfect match - her freeness balancing his caution.

the only rule he broke ( more like bent ) was the feelings he had for his bride to be leading to them sharing before the wedding, the union resulting in their daughter being born swiftly after their wedding. so taken with both his daughter and his wife, more two children followed before a brief break was taken for more to follow again.

he balances the role of father with the one of lord, ever learning from his father until the death of mychel arryn called rickard south. the childhood anxiety that had ebbed with the flow of years began to rise once more. nothing good happens to a stark in the south is a sentiment he feels deep in his gut and he does his best to continue to lead the north in the absence of his father.

HEADCANONS: -

he didn't enjoy his weapon lessons until his uncle cregan began teaching him. it wasn't anything that his father did wrong, just his uncle found a way to simplify things and make it more fun. after his death he struggled to take it back up but continued to do so in the hope he could be remembered as a great swordsman.

he believes that his word is his bond and he will hold others to theirs also. there have been times where this has been used against him, drunken lapses in judgement being exploited for other's gain ( looking at you calon greyjoy )

more to come, maybe

[rainwingmarvel7]

Children of Nadya Dormaire (in ATRF)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lykosog]

ROBB'S SURVIVED RED WEDDING VERSE

RED WEDDING — This is one of the aspects where I take some influence from the show since it's a tragic event and I want to use the saddest version of it. Unless otherwise plotted, Jeyne Westerling ( who manages to convince Robb in her third and last try to take her with him ) ends ups dying there.

That's the only difference, the rest has happened just like in the books. So no, there's no pregnancy since Jeyne was drinking moon tea unknowingly and since I absolutely and completely ignore Talisa's storyline from the show.

SCAPE — A group of still sober men realize of the Freys betrayal and immediately grab some weapons. After fighting their way through to Grey Wind's cage, they free the direwolf and it wasted no second in running to Robb's side. It's entrance in the hall creates such chaos ( since the beast attacked and killed anyone who dared get in it's way or close to Robb ) that those men are able to reach their unconscious king and get him to a safe place.

RECOVERING — No matter that Robb lived, his condition is terrible due to the three arrow wounds he received at the Red wedding . So the men who saved him had to look for a place where they could treat him. Eventually, they come across the castle of a small riverlord still loyal to the Tullys and the Starks, who lets them in and does everything in his power to help them.

NIGHTMARES — They start once the physical pain has gone away, as if to continue reminding Robb of what occurred and that he is to blame for all of it. The most recurrent one is that where he is caught by the Freys, he gets beheaded and then see, as if he were another person, his body with Grey Wind's head. A premonition since that's the story he then hears his enemies have been spreading so everyone believes he is dead?

TRAVEL — Robb and the men who saved him disguise themselves as a group of merchants. Their faces are not known, so they can talk to people without the fear of being recognized. Robb however, for obvious reasons, always keeps his hidden and does everything he can to not drag attention to himself.

Note: taking into consideration the time he would spend recovering and then traveling North, my bet is that he reaches it once his family has already taken Winterfell back. If not, Robb will use his disguise to go to northern lords' castles and spend time with them to see if they can still be trusted and he can get their support to do it himself.

GREY WIND — Robb understands why his direwolf reacted the way it did back at the Twins and finally realizes just how wrong he had been in not trusting or listening to its signs. That strengthens their bond once more since Robb is not willing to repeat his mistake and now it never leaves his side.

FAMILY — For a very long time he has the same information about them that he did at the time of his presumed death with the only exception of Catelyn who Robb will hear also died almost right away after his health improves.

Unless otherwise plotted, since she seemed to not care about what happened to her and only wanted to protect her son, my take is that she contributes to the chaos Grey Wind creates by making her canon threat in order to make it harder for the Freys to go after both of them. Eventually realizing he had lost his opportunity to follow Robb, Walder decides to take his vengace on her at least.

[ao3feed-petyrxsansa]

The Bastard and The Slave: A Tale of Love and Freedom

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by Keeperofrealms

Jon Snow meets Daenerys Targaryen for the first time at Dragonstone, but it’s not her he’s looking at.

Daenerys wanted Jon from the moment she first saw him, she was sure he felt the same.

Missandei was happy serving Daenerys, but she still wanted more from life, than just being a servant.

Words: 2055, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), House of the Dragon (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, House Baratheon Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire), Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Petyr Baelish, Talisa Maegyr, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qotho the Dothraki (A Song of Ice and Fire), Qhono the Dothraki (Game of Thrones), Dothraki Characters (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow & Daenerys Targaryen, Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark & Ned Stark, Petyr Baelish/Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark, Missandei/Jon Snow, Missandei/Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Missandei & Jon Snow, Jorah Mormont/Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont & Daenerys Targaryen

Additional Tags: Inspired by Game of Thrones, Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, Inspired by House of the Dragon (TV), Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Love, Fluff, Character Death, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Eventual Happy Ending, Jon Snow Deserves Better, Jon Snow Deserves Happiness, POV Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire)

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[ao3feed-tywin]

𝑺𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 | 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 [ 𝑻𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 | Robb Stark

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by Icefyre19

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ 𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 | " 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 "

 In which Maelanyra Velaryon Targaryen daughter of Haegon Targaryen younger twin brother of Rhaegar Targaryen and Bhaenya Velaryon was born during a yin Yang eclipse. With the soul of a dragon and a blue mind.

 Growing up, Maelanyra developed magical abilities passed on by her ancestors . With her newfound powers, she sets out on a journey discovering who she really is and protects those she loves. Along the way she encounters danger and allies. She learns more of her magic and how to use it to defeat enemies who seeks to tear her family apart.

 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙎1-8 𝘼𝙐 𝑻𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Words: 810, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Original House Velayron Targaryen Characters, Maelanyra Velaryon Targaryen ( OC), King Baerion Vealyron of Driftmark and High Tide ( OC), Princess Bhaenyra Vealyron of Driftmark and High Tide ( OC’s Mother), Prince Rhaegon of Dragonstone ( OC’s Father), Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Jon Snow, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Kevan Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Genna Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Ashara Dayne, Rhaegar Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire), Rickon Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Sandor Clegane

Relationships: Robb Stark/Original Female Character(s), Tywin Lannister/Original Female Character(s), Jaqen H'ghar/Original Female Character(s), Gendry/Arya Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Robert Baratheon/Cersei Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon/Trystane Martell, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Lyanna Mormont/Rickon Stark, Daenerys Targaryen & Original Female Character(s), Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister/Original Female Character(s), Meera Reed/Bran Stark, Shireen Baratheon/Tommen Baratheon

Additional Tags: Rhaego Lives (ASoIaF), Daenerys Targaryen Is Not a Mad Queen, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Robb Stark is King in the North, Tywin Lannister Being Tywin Lannister, Tywin Lannister Lives, Myrcella Baratheon Lives, Tommen Baratheon Lives, Rickon Stark Lives, Jaime Lannister Lives, Mad Queen Cersei Lannister, Endgame Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Dragons, Magic, House Velaryon (A Song of Ice and Fire), Daenerys Targaryen Deserves Better, Daenerys Targaryen Lives, Targaryen Restoration, Jon Snow is a Stark, N Plus A Equals J | Ashara Dayne and Ned Stark are Jon Snow's Parents, Jon Snow is King in the North, Married Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Minor Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Tyrion Lannister/Sansa Stark

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[starrynights23]

Supporting Characters in my Game of Thrones Post-Season 8 Fanfic:

House Lannister/Frey:

Lady Genna Frey (nee Lannister) (a ruthless and powerful player in Westeros; very disappointed in her nephew, Tyrion; ally of Lord Edmure Tully)(Faceclaim: Meghan Fellowes)

Lord Walder Frey (Genna's youngest son, Lord of the Twins, heir to Casterly Rock, Was at Casterly Rock at the time of Arya's poisoning in Season 6, takes after his mother) (Faceclaim: Toby Regbo)

House Maegyr of Volantis:

Triarch Varen Maegyr (Nephew of the recently deceased Malaquo Maegyr, newly elected Triarch of Volantis) (Faceclaim: Craig Parker with silver hair):

Tychar Maegyr (Varen's older brother, Commander of the Tigers army, married Zhednazde Gizzr, the half-Valyrian, half-Ghiscari daughter of a Pentoshi merchant to pay off his father's debts; estranged father of the late Talisa Stark) (Faceclaim: Simon Merrells with silver hair):

Lysaro Maegyr (Varen and Zhednazde's only son; younger brother of the later Talisa Maegyr; Rising political star in the Tiger party; married to his cousin, Vaenys Margyr, the daugher of Varen Maegyr; father of Valaena Maegyr) (Faceclaim: Christian Antidormi):