#the weirdwood tree!??

[aphemera]

— Bran thought about it. ❝ Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? ❞

❝ That is the only time a man can be brave, ❞ his father told him.

Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell

[ophelieverse]

if you are still taking requests I have one:Jace returning to Winterfell to reader,who is Cregan younger sister,to make the “song of ice and fire” become true after his mother told him😌please and thank you❤️

✩ ‧₊˚ and his will be the song of ice and fire

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

-Summary:during his first stay at Winterfell,Jace and Y/n got much closer than they should.Now,after knowing the prophecy about the song of ice and fire from his mother,Jace is determined to make it true with the most beautiful lady he had ever seen.

-Warnings:spoilers of the last episode,reader is a Stark,Jace cheats of Baela(him and reader pull a Rhaegar and Lyanna)smutty time,asoiaf classic warnings.

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On that night in early Winter,as a milky moon shines white above the hills,the snow falls soft to whitewash the gentle slopes and the houses in the valley of Winterfell.The air smells of the last breath of smoke blown out of a fireplace,ice,earth and wood.

It's late,and many lights are already off,but the fire of torches along the streets still shine.The tavern lanterns are also still lit,as are some fireplaces or oil lamps in homes.The world is immersed in the peaceful quiet of that cold night,which already brings with it the algid squeeze of winter now closer and closer.

In the secluded area of the cold godswood,in the gardens of the castle of Winterfell,silence envelopes the floral landscape like a lover embrace and Jacaerys worries that the unrequited sound of his beating heart could be heard throughout the whole realm.

The blood-red leaves in the branches of the weirdwood tree danced calmly in the breezy wind,the snow had stopped falling from the black sky leaving only the white stars to shine.The torches lights were too close and too bright,Jace eyes were hurting and his cold hands were trying to warm up in the ones of his future bride.

The young prince is really trying to focus on the soft words,the promises of eternal love and loyalty,of the Septon that works for House Stark.But they sounded so foreign to him,almost as if they were another language.It’s impossible for him to focus on anything else outside the fact that he’s really getting married.

During his life,Jacaerys has never knew well how weddings ceremonies actually worked,but he was pretty sure that this one,his,wasn’t what people would call a normal one.He has a vague memory of his mother second wedding,just the day after the worst night of his life,but he still could remember a loving couple becoming one in the heart and soul.Promising each other,in the house culture,love and devotion,eternal loyalty.

He also remembered the wedding of his uncle and aunt,Aegon and Helaena,in the big and bright Temple in King’s Landing.How two children spouted oaths that they didn’t believed in,framed by perfect swaths of red,green and yellow.Smiling faces of their families,proud to be reunited for such a joyful moment.Then the celebration after in the castle,the people dancing and laughing,the melodious music and singing,the delights of the night.

Meanwhile this wedding,his,was quiet and rushed.Reserved and in the dark shade of the forest.There are no wonderful colors for decorations,no smiling families members or friends,aside from Cregan who was chosen as a witness to the union,and Jacaerys is in the middle of an icy tundra of suffocating silence.

Y/n is standing in front of him,adorned in pure pearly white just like the snow at her feet.She wasn’t just beautiful,she was otherworldly and vaguely threatening.Bright eyes,rosy cheeks and red lips,hair falling in the wind,the smile of and enchanting enchantress and the nature of a young she wolf.Blue winter roses crowned on her head,she looked like a religious icon,someone people sacrificed themselves for.

Jacaerys had spent weeks with her during his stay in the North and he couldn’t forget her for days.He had engraved her name in the palm of his hands,the way she would laugh with him,the way she carried herself and looked at him,forever in his heart.It was impossible to not grow to love her,the beautiful lady was made of magic and stardust.

The logics and sermons,the words and phrases of the Septon weren’t the one to convince him to swear his allegiance and love,the way she held his hands and softly smiled at him driven deeper into his soul.Y/n had wrapped herself into his ribs,crawling right inside his heart,to keep him warm.

He was born for her and she was born for him.The ice and the fire,it was written in the destiny.

His mother words still echoed in his mind as he looked at Y/n.The song of ice and fire would be the product of their love,a son or a daughter that would have ruled and kept the realm together and safe.Someone who would inherit the blood of the old Valyria,the blood of the dragons and gods,fire and warmth from their father.And the blood of the first men,the old gods,the ice of the true north from their mother.

Y/n was his truth,Jacaerys was the dream,she was the ice and he was the fire.

She made him sick with desire,she always did since the moment he was first introduced to her.With the desire to have her,to possess her,to have her around him forever.And now he had the perfect opportunity,the perfect excuse for his betrayal to Baela and his mother who had betrothed them months ago.

Now he could still believe that he was a good person with a purpose,not only because of his own selfish dream to be with Y/n and to marry her just because her figure hunted his memory and his carnal needs.Because he was growing to love her and wanted to grow old with her.It was for the realm,he was repeating to himself over and over to shut down the guilt,and it would be what he would tell his mother and cousin when he and his new wife would go to Dragonstone after their wedding.For the realm,for the world and the Targaryen dynasty.

Jacaerys is dressed in pure black,trembling in his furry cloak,he’s trying to calm down his breathing that relies heavily through his nose in forms of little white clouds.Idly he wonders if this was a funeral ceremony instead of a wedding,but this was the best they could manage in such short time.

The young prince had came to Winterfell,flying on dragon back,with the last lights of the sun and everything was orchestrated in secrecy as fast as they could.The child that would be born from him and Y/n needed to be fully legitimate,he didn’t wanted to risk a bastard just like he was,not when the child wouldn’t have become the protector of the realm,the one from Aegon the Conqueror dream.

Y/n was promised to Lord Jason Lannister eldest son and Jacaerys was promised to his cousin Baela.Everything of this was the highest of treason but the war was already there and they couldn’t go back now.His mind couldn’t help but circling around and back to the empty and oddly depressing atmosphere around them.

Before them a old and solemn man was going through some chants about the gods witnessing the union and behind them a grand total of just two whole guest.Cregan stood there,wrapped around his cloak,still and silent like a statue,Vermax was a few feet away looking at the scene like he could understand what was going on.

«In the sight of the Seven,I hereby see you these two souls,binding them as one for eternity.Look upon one another and say the words.»the Septon words were spoken with decision under the torches fire.

Jacaerys swallows thickly and feels like he’s been choked by the cloak that now is heavier on his shoulders.A beads of sweats drips down on his forehead and make his hair stuck on his neck even in the cold air.He wants nothing more than loose his collar and breathe deeply.All that clothing is far too stiff and uncomfortable and he feels like a stranger in his own body.He has to tell himself,as he close his eyes,that this would be over sooner that he’ll realize.

His mouth feels dry as he wet his lips before speaking his vows«Father.Smith.Warrior.Mother.Maiden. Crone.Stranger.I am hers,and she is mine,from this day,till the end of my days.»his voice was firm as he held her hand tightly.

Y/n smiled at him,she tried to be brave just like he was.Her hands were shaking in his,her nerves had eaten her alive the whole night,from the moment she had put on her mother old dress,to this very moment.Now she couldn’t go back.

She really started to love Jacaerys,how could she not?He was so gentle with his words,so kind with the way he touched and looked at her,perfect in everything that he did.And the fact that him,such a beautiful and loving man,had chosen her as his wife and future mother of his children,was dream coming true.As a child,she often dreamed of becoming a princess and to marry a prince,just like the ones in her fairytales.

But now she would’ve had to be the future Queen in a kingdom divided in two,with a war that was screaming outside their door.Jacaerys seemed to read her mind,squeezing her hands lovingly and nodding his head to reassure her,in a way to tell her that she wasn’t alone and that they would be together in the bad and the good.

«Father.Smith.Warrior.Mother.Maiden.Crone.Stranger.I am his and he is mine,from this day,till the end of my days.»Y/n pronounced every single word softly without taking her eyes off her husband.

Maybe this was really a funeral because,as she spoke,Y/n realized that there was no turning back now,they would not be just a prince and lady anymore.When did everything became so complicated?She started to get melancholic as she started to register how much her life had changed in few seconds,that the best part of her new life was also the hardest.

Just a few weeks ago she was running around the godswood with Jacaerys as she was teaching him about the old gods and the legends in the north and now all of her dreams and ambitions were threatened by her husband family.A family that she was part of now.

They were supposed to change the world by bringing their child into it,but the world was about to change them and it certainly wasn’t a change for the better.The greens usurping the throne,prince Aemond killing prince Lucerys proves that.

Y/n head was hurting as she thought about that.And she couldn’t forget about the part where both her and Jacaerys were promised to other people.They would be viewed as traitors among his family,his uncle Daemon wouldn’t take the news kindly and he certainly wouldn’t congratulate them.Y/n father also didn’t knew about any of this and she still feared his reaction.

Regardless all of that,of having the world against them.Both Jacaerys and Y/n didn’t cared about all the venomous things people will say about them or the things that they would have to go through,because if they were given a second chance they would do it all over again.They were loving each other too much to let the other go.

«With this kiss I pledge my love.»Jacaerys said to her,moving his hand to caress carefully her freezing cheek.

His lips felt soft and surprisingly warm against her cold ones.And just like that they were officially married in the sight of the Seven and law.

There is no time for celebrations,no music and tables filled with joy,decorations and all sort of foods.Instead they found themselves in Y/n chambers,the one she grew up in,the one that saw her going from a little girl that played with her dolls to a married woman.

The sheets were changed clean,some fresh flowers were put to adorn the headboard and right on the small table at the center of the table there was wine and some fruits.Cregan had to be the one organizing the whole thing as a small gift.

Y/n takes off her cloak and picks up a small red berry.Jacaerys does the same,moving around the room quietly,he raised his eyes and caught her attention with a sweet smile,so tender and yet so seductive,his lips shiny and wet with a clear juice that slowly dripped down his chin.

«Let me help my wife.»his voice sounded more confident now that it was just the two of them and no one else.

The word,wife,made Y/n feel hot against her chest and down her legs.Standing behind her,Jacaerys wrapped her in his arms.She shuddered when she felt his lips on her neck and along her shoulder:she closed her eyes and abandoned herself against his chest,sighing.

«Jace,husband.»whispered the beautiful lady,her eyes closed and her head slightly tilted back.

«From our love will come the child that this world needs.»Jacaerys had said between the kisses«And I will take care of both of you.»he continued.

«You promise?»Y/n voice was just breathless whisper.

«Nothing will happen to you,»his hand crawled down her stomach leaving shivers on her clothed skin,only to stop at her lower belly.

«But…your family…your mother and uncle-»she tried,biting her lip when he started to suck gently behind her ear.

«Our family will understand.»he corrected her«My mother knows the truth and she will grow to love you just like I do,especially after we will make her a grandmother.»he reassured her sweetly.

A shiver flashed down her back and inflamed her loins.The young prince lowered her shoulder strap to discover her breasts and squeezed it slowly between his fingers,flaring in turn as he felt the nipple turged against his palm.

Y/n staggered,her heart throbbing,her breath shortness and her legs were already trembling but Jacaerys was quick to support her:he lifted her in his arms and took her to the thalamus,on which he gently laid her,a splendid candid flower that seemed to fill that place of shadow with light and of which it was impossible for him to do without.

«My beautiful princess,my beautiful wife.»he murmured against her lips kneeling above her,her eyes shiny,her face turned on despite the pallor.

Y/n took his head in her hands,dipped her fingers between his long curly black hair like a crow's wing;she felt his whole body quiver himing,his heart beating fiercely,and like every time he made her understand that he wanted her,a glance was enough for her to make sure of his devotion:she beat her eyelashes darkening the beautiful irises for a moment,licking her lips;she barely curved them,aware that that gesture drove him crazy,she slowly pulled a flap of the dress to herself by uncovering one leg and flexed it,letting the toe of her foot slide down his thigh,continuing to look at him intensely.

Below the fabric of his pants,Jacaerys felt the delicacy and sensuality of her touch.The tremor of excitement that attacked him was violent, lightning-fast:he stared at her for a moment and couldn't resist any longer.He impatiently freed her from the gown leaving her naked and just as quickly he undressed himself,the look that ran longingly on every corner of her body,unable to give up admiring her as the first time and like every time.

«I’m yours.»Jacaerys promised her,whispering against her lips«Nothing will ever take me away from you.»he kissed her sweetly.

She whimpered and her heart started to beat faster«I’m yours.»she repeated.

He sank with his nose and mouth between the curves of her chest,grabbed her soft hips,stroked her thighs and bottom.Y/n flared all up as she felt his lips pop greedily on her breasts,squeezing volupously around one of his nipples as he brushed it with his tongue and teased the other with his thumb.Pervaded with chills,she widened her legs and clawed her fingers on the sheets;she lifted her pelvis sighing,longing for it anxiously.

The pleasure exploded when he began to draw with the arabesque index finger in the center of her body:she moaned,her breasts shaken by palpitations,her nipples turgid and sore from the pleasure of kisses and caresses,the groin and lower abdomen on fire.

Jacaerys stretched out on her,wrapped her every horizon in darkness:all her muscles were pulsing, the heartbeat that became gradually more frenetic from the burning need to love her,to get drunk on her.He looked at her again he could never have satiated himself to admire her beautiful face - and as soon as she returned his gaze,sweet and sensual every time more,the voluptuousness clouded his mind.

He sank between her thighs,tearing a lament from her that he suffocated with his lips;he clinged her tightly in his arms and kissed her with trepidation,proud and passionate as he pushed himself into her.Y/n clung to his shoulders pressing against his chest with her breasts and belly,her thighs squeezed to his hips:she felt like screaming again, but her tongue danced unbridled in her mouth,the movement of the hips energetic against her,providing her with each push a pang of intense,deep,absolute enjoyment.

The prince hands ran over her body with ardor,she felt his fingers demanding and sweet at the same time on the flesh,in the throes of estasy,she could do nothing but indulge in passion,following the fast pace with which he was moving inside,shadow inside the light,light wrapped in shadow.

«Jace,oh my gods!»Y/n had breathed closing her eyes and pulling the hair at the nape of his neck.

Going crazy with pleasure to hear his bride enjoy,Jacaerys pushed with greater vigor,eager to increase her enjoyment to a great demour,excited by her moans and delighted by the fervor with which she clenched herself by scratching his back with her nails.

«Y/n,oh my sweet little wife.»he groaned against her her,sweat covering his forehead.

He loved her,impetuously and madly,letting himself be stunned by her sighs,her heartbeats,her scent,similar to a flower that spreads his fragrance moved by the north wind caress.

Y/n quivered below him,the breast prey to his incessant caresses,the mouth half of his insatiable kisses;she felt his love to pierce her with tenacity,the pleasure to become more and more powerful and intoxicating and when she reached her peak she screamed,overwhelmed by the intensity of that embrace:this time Jacaerys did not hold back her scream and in turn could not hold back a moan as he made sure to release inside of her.

Appealing to the last forces Jacaerys had left,he bent down to kiss her and finally overturned at her side,panting.Exhausted,Y/n abandoned herself against the bed,her long hair spread in waves on her pillows.

Jace hurried to cover her with the sheet so that she wouldn't get cold and smiled at her,as soon as he felt her fingers touch his cheek.For a moment he stood to contemplate her eyes,her lips,her smile...she was even more beautiful,after love.

«Y/n,»he whispered as he came back to hold her tenderly to himself«I love you.»

She sought shelter in his arms,fulfilled and satiated with strong emotions but still eager for him.She placed her head on his chest and let his caress her hair«I love you too Jace.»she answered.

He smiled,placing a hand on her warm and sweaty skin of her lower belly where he hope a new life would start to grow soon«I promise you,our child will change the world.»he whispered.

They fell asleep together,ice and fire united.And the next day they would still be like this,in each other's arms,bound by passion,seduced by love.Creating a new life together that would have changed everything.

[starogeorgina]

Violent delights

Warnings: Character death

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.11

Jacaerys face falls as he watches his sons play underneath a weirdwood tree within the walls of Winterfell. His lips press into a thin line as a fearful look crosses his features. You could only imagine what upsetting thoughts plagued his mind. Jace only looks away from his elder sons when Daemon starts to fuss in your arms.

“I should take him back inside.”

Daemon hadn’t been outside for longer than ten minutes, but you still felt it was far too long for a newborn to be in such cold weather. You had decided to take the children on a walk to spend the last few hours before you left for Dragonstone together. Rhaenys was happily petting Lord Stark’s heavily pregnant direwolf, while Aemma clung to your side. Avery and Aethan had adapted to the new climate better than their sisters; both of them were fascinated by the snow.

“I’ll take him,” Jace says quietly. He stretches his arms for you to give him the baby. Jacaerys kisses him on the forehead and says, “I’ve hardly held him since he was born. I fear he’ll think I’m a stranger when I see him again.”

You felt terrible for Jacaerys; he was questioning his ability as a father, and blaming himself for what happened to Luke. He had convinced himself that he should have flown to Storm's End with your brother before heading north. But if that had happened, the most likely outcome would be that Aemond would have killed them both.

“You’re his father, Jace; you’ll never be a stranger to him.”

You remain outside for a little while longer, watching as your child enjoys themselves, but when the winds pick up, you tell them it’s time to go back inside.

Clara had agreed to stay with them in Winterfell, which made you feel slightly more comfortable that they would have a familiar face watching over them. When you enter the bedroom, you notice Jacaerys dozing off in one of the chairs near the fireplace, and Daemon leaning against his bare chest, sleeping peacefully.

You run your fingers through Jace’s hair and say, “My sweet boys.”

Jacaerys leans his head against your hand that’s resting on his shoulder. His eyes look painful with how bloodshot they are. “Leaving them is going to be awful,” he says quietly. “It was hard enough leaving the children with you in Dragonstone, but now it’s different. We will be so far away, and we have no idea how long the war will last. It could be a long time before we see them again.”

“Our mother will have her throne back before long, and then our children will be safe to return to their home.”

He repositions the babe in his arms and says, “We'll need to say goodbye soon.”

It had been decided that you’d leave at night, and with the sun starting to disappear behind the clouds, there wasn’t long left. Leaving your babies behind was going to kill you on the inside; it would be the hardest thing you’d ever need to do.

—

It was apparent from the moment you arrived back in Dragonstone that something had changed. The air has a stillness to it; a horrible sensation of death lingered in the air. The dragonkeepers and servants kept their heads low as you walked by them.

Seeing Jace’s lip start to tremble, you link your fingers with his. “We will get through this; I don’t know how, but we will.”

“I don’t think I can... Luke…Luke… I’m still expecting to walk in and see him.”

Hearing Jacaerys voice break causes tears to well up again. You were fighting so hard to remain strong, but you could feel your walls starting to crumble. You remain hand in hand as you walk in silence to the great hall. Upon entering it, you are greeted by a few lords and knights who lower their heads as they address you and Jacasrys. With your mother being next in line to the throne, you had grown up used to being treated as royalty, but never before had you seen fear in the eyes of those who looked upon you. Your eyes land on Baela and Rhaena, who both look as if they have been crying, with your grandsire by their sides.

Jace speaks up, his voice clear of all emotions. “Princess Rhaenys, Lord Corlys.”

Your grandsire nods his head and says, “My prince, princess.”

An awkwardness lingers for a moment before you decide to break it. It was obvious your grandsire was holding back on something, so you looked to Princess Rhaenys and said, "Grandmother?”

She lets go of Baela’s hand and approaches you with a serious look on her face. One of the many things you admire about your grandmother was the way she got straight to the point; she never held back from telling you the truth. A sympathetic look crosses her face. “I’m sorry to inform you that Prince Gaemon is dead.”

You take a step back, feeling as if you’d just been hit. “He’s dead?”

“While you were in Winterfell, two men posing as fishermen managed to make their way into the castle during the night and slay him while he slept.”

Jace’s fingers slip from yours as he stumbles slightly, and his face turns paler than you've ever seen before. One of the lords quickly places a chair behind Jacaerys before he falls to the ground.

Your grandmother raises her brows slightly before saying, “There's more. The night Prince Gaemon was killed, he was asleep in the nursery that belonged to your children.”

“They mistook my brother for one of my sons." Tears roll down your cheeks. “Aegon sent them to kill my boys, and now my mother has suffered another loss, another child taken from her.”

“What of those who killed my brother?” Jacaerys asks.

Your grandsire speaks up: “The men who committed such a heinous crime have since been sent to death by dragonfire.”

You feel as if your heart is physically turning into stone inside your chest. Lucery's death broke you; it left you feeling as if there was a hole in your heart that could never be mended, but learning of Gaemon’s death angered you. He was just a boy. “My brothers,” you sob. Sweet as they were and dead as they are, your family couldn’t suffer anymore. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hand and notice the look your grandparents are giving each other: “What else?”

Your grandmother clears her throat. “One of the servants who were taken advantage of by Aegon has come forward and sworn their loyalties to Queen Rhaenyra. A girl named Tiana claimed she overheard a conversation between Aegon and Alicent from the day you returned to the keep.”

“What did they say?”

“My nephew can keep his bitch, but I will keep my daughter, or I will have their heads.”

You gulped down; you felt physically sick hearing what Aegon said. Jace squeezed your hand; it was frightening knowing how Aegon really felt. You had tried to convince yourself that he didn’t really want Aemma and would soon forget about her. You look up and see your stepfather standing in the back of the room. You make eye contact with him and nod.

A silent agreement that the plan you once refused to participate in was going forth. You’d do anything to protect your family, even if it meant deceiving them.

—

You watch as Viserion, Vermax, Syrax, and Caraxes circle the sky above Dragonstone. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw Arrax emerging from the clouds when the fifth dragon joined, but your mind was playing cruel tricks on you; it was only Seasmoke, the dragon that bonded with your late father.

Another person you’d lost.

“Who do you think was behind it?”

You turn around to see your grandmother approaching you; she has a sad smile on her face. Without explicitly explaining her question, you knew what she was referring to. “Ser Criston or Aemond, I suspect. Aegon will likely be too drunk to even think for himself, and Alicent and Otto wouldn’t approve of killing a child.”

“They wouldn’t?”

“They know the repercussions of their son's actions will be disastrous for House Hightower.”

“Hmm,” she says, standing beside you. “The farmers and fishermen that live in villages below the Dragonmont are being questioned, while Prince Jacaerys leads a discussion in the small council. He has suggested that they recruit dragonseeds to attempt to claim the six riderless dragons that live on the island.”

A proud smile graces your lips. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“And what plan are you and Prince Daemon plotting?”

“No amount of milk from the poppy will blunt the pain of the greens taking Visenya, Lucerys, and Gaemon from my mother. They won’t stop coming for her, my siblings, or my children. This war is no longer just about who sits upon the iron throne; it’s about keeping those we love safe.”

Your grandmother hugs you and says, "Your father would be so proud of you.”

You fall into her embrace easily. Aside from Daemon, you truly believed your grandmother, Rhaenys, was the only one who wouldn’t judge you. “If I tell you, you must promise to never tell another soul.”

“I promise, dear girl, I won’t betray your trust.”

—

It felt weird laying in your shared bed with Jacaerys without your kids for the first time in years. Once your husband had fallen asleep, you’d leave to meet Daemon. Then there was no turning back.

“Lyarra?”

You roll onto your side and say, “I thought you were asleep.”

“I love you desperately.”

You cup his face. “I love you, and there’s nothing I won’t do to protect you or our family.”

He pulls you closer so your head is resting against his chest. “We protect each other, it’s how we’ll get through this.”

[catherine-sketches]

A thought that just occurred to me:

If after the haunting of Harrenhal Daemon becomes 110% loyal because of his hallucination induced character development…

But Mysaria, who now has a closer relationship with the queen and a bad history with the king consort, still makes Rhaenyra paranoid and distrustful down the line…

How is Rhaenyra to know that the time her husband spent at Harrenhal changed him?

“No honey I’m no longer after the throne. The ghosts of Harrenhal have shown me the truth” like girl be for real you want me to believe that? What’s next? Corlys is a mermaid???

Mark my words, the tragedy of Daemyra is going to be brought up by perception.

Because it happened too fast. Thanks to magic and the Alys Rivers “torture nexus” he had the development in one fortnight what takes most man 40 years

The Daemon Rhaenyra expects to come back to her died at the roots of the weirdwood trees that make Harrenhal, but she doesn’t know that

[springdaydreams]

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Questioned Morals

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Ned Stark x younger!reader

Summary: Ned stark is fighting demons (himself and his thoughts)

Warnings: none

Questioned Morals (II)

The day was colder than usual, even the warm water running through Winterfell did not keep the castle warm, Ned was walking down towards Rickons room, his hands stiff from the chill and mind busy with the days work, as he slowly opens the door he sees Rickon in his bassinet peacefully asleep, Ned reaches down a hand on Rickons chest to see if the babe breathing as he feels the slow rise and fall of the babes chest he lets out an exhale, rickons birth had been an traumatic event he had lost the only woman he had loved and as much as he wanted to blame the babe he knew it wasn’t his fault, it had been nearly 18 moons since Catelyns death, it had taken a lot of effort from Ned to accept her death.

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On some nights he would reach out his hand on her side of the bed only to find it cold and empty, he would busy himself with work but also seemed to fail and distract him, he would spend sleepless nights as the only thing he saw was her when he closed his eyes, he visited the weirdwood tree everyday in hopes that she would listen to his prayers of yearning. After a very though 10 moons of grieving Ned had finally come to accept the tragic, the wound not fresh and raw anymore but the pain still very present. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Rickon started fussing, he took his hand of the babes chest and left the room to inform a wet nurse after notifying the wet nurse he made his way to his office. As he took a seat on his chair, he glanced to his left and saw the never ending scrolls and let out a sigh ‘so much and so little time’ he thought to himself, opening one of the scrolls and quickly roving over the contents he prepares his quill to sign when there is a knock on the door, without sparing a look at the door he lets out a gruff “come in” as the door opens he glances at the entrant and once he sees who it is he puts down the quill and paper and stands up, it is your father a close companion of Ned Stark since his boyhood he expected your father to close the door but held it out, this caught Ned by surprise and suddenly you come walking in all bundled up in furs to protect yourself from the cold, a breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of you “lord stark” your father and you bow your heads in respect to your liege lord “why are you standing come sit” comes out a hurried response from Ned. You and your father sit down and your father turns towards you “this is my eldest child” as your father says your name Ned gains the courage to properly look at you and when he does his eyes connect with yours and his mouth goes dry, he suddenly starts to run hot even if its the middle of winter, his spines becomes stiff, his toes curling in his boots out of nervousness, he is gripping the arm of his chair till his knuckles turn white the sheer strength crushing a small bit of wood from the chair and he becomes all too aware of his unkempt appearance. He tries to focus on your father’s words, he’s trying he’s trying his best to not look at you for if he did there is no guarantee that he wouldn’t get lost in your bewitching eyes. As you are your father leave he lets out a big exhale of relief, his rigid posture slackens and he loosens the grip on the arms of the chair and looks at his hands, they’re from red from the tight grip, he notes a few scratches from the wood and looks at the damage done to the chair, he decides to worry himself with that later as he takes another scroll from the big pile, as the day goes on Ned and Ned gets busier his mind is distracted from any thoughts of you. As night rolls the hour of the owl approaching Ned decides to retire to his chambers, on his way to his chambers he makes a stop at all the children’s chambers and when his chamber doors close his shoulders slump the stress and agitation of the day slowly rolling off and the warmth of the room enveloping him, he changes himself in his nightclothes and lays down on his bed, the warm furs a comforting weight on top of him as he closes his eyes, your image suddenly flashes in front him, he immediately opens his eyes and blinks a few times, when he closes his eyes again your image shows up again soon, his mind is filled with thoughts of you, your beguiling eyes, your beautiful hair and your oh so soft lips that he would love to kis- “she is your close companions daughter you fool, you cannot have such tainted thoughts about her”he remembers your father saying something along the lines of how you’re only a few years older than Robb. “you cannot be lusting after someone of that age, someone that should be marrying a man like Robb and not you” his thoughts spiral and soon he starts to question his morality, but can you blame a man? he was trying his best not to think of you as sleep slowly pulled him in.

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(i will be doing a part two, as always constructive criticism is welcome!)

pearl divider from- @pommecita

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

House of the Dragon 2x08: Review

It was nice to see Essos again with Ser Tyland and the Triarchy. I love the three leaders (even the one with the blue beard).

Lohar is an interesting characters.

Aemond is burning everything and everyone without any care in the world.

Exactly, Aegon said it the best "fucking mad cunt".

If his cock is destroyed, how can he piss?

Larys' character is not stupid at all.

I don't understand why they have changed Needle's character?

Jace would have been a good leader.

Where is exactly the Sea Snake ? at Driftmark? Is it that near of Dragonstone?

The new name of the Sea Snake is not in the book.

I love the view of Harrenhal.

Ser Alfred is so bad. Traitor like the wind told him.

Ser Simon Strong is a very interesting character.

Aemond is mad.

I love Helaena's character. She is so interesting.

Well said Gwayne to Ser Criston, but in front of everyone?

What a shame Ser Criston.

Also what a shame for Ser Tyland Lannister.

Baela is incredible.

What's happening to Rhaena?

Is Lohar a man?

Good prediction of Addam at the diner table.

Why Alys was crying? Because she knows that Daemon would die?

Antlered human shape is for House Baratheon? Or is it a green man?

So Alys was really feeding something to Daemon!

Blood of the weirdwood tree can allow you to see the futur?

Daemon is seeing the futur and the first three eyed raven who is Bloodraven?

Is it confirmed that Daenerys Targaryen is azor ahai?!

Heleana is talking directly to Daemon? What is really Helaena?

Because Helaena sees everything! and knows everything!

Heleana is the revelation of this episode.

I didn't like what Daemon said to Rhaenyra "until death or the end of our story". Finally, they are speaking high Valyria again.

Sorry to say, but Daemon and Rhaenyra are truly connected, but sad that they did not share a small kiss!

Alyn is a strong character.

I love seeing Syrax and Seasmoke dancing together again.

The end was too farfetched for me ! Alison coming to Dragonstone come on like there isn't any war.

Also, the actrice playing Alicent is so much better than the one playing Rhaenyra sorry to say that.

And it's quite unrealistic and sad that Rhaenyra is sharing more screen than with her own husband, Daemon. I didn't like this part.

The pawn are on the table at the end of the season.

And yes, Rhaena is needle.

Otto Hightower is kidnapped? by Whom?

And Aegon has fled! What a coward!

The end of the canvas was the real dream of each woman.

[dungeon-strugglers]

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[agentrouka-blog]

do you think jon will become mute pos resurrection? i just saw a video about that theory and now im thinking it's a possibility 🤔

I don't think so. Ghost's silence is likely a metaphor for the secrecy surrounding Jon's origin, potentially the knowing silence of the red and white weirdwood trees he so resembles, who are also mute witness to countless past secrets.

If Jon is rendered incapable of speech for a while, it'd likely involve a feral effect of warging into Ghost for a prolongued period, which would probably involve bouts of growling or howling, not proper silence.

When Sansa hears the howling of a Ghost Wolf on a bridge (a metaphor for death, which Jon crosses back from halway over in Bran's first chapter, having heard his silent wolf pup hat was left behind) this too may indicate the breaking of this secretive silence in the context of his "death" and its aftermath. Sansa leads her cousin to safety, inspiring him with the power of storytelling.

Ghost sat on his haunches watching, silent as ever. Will he howl for me when I'm dead, as Bran's wolf howled when he fell? Jon wondered. (ACOK, Jon VIII)

Ghost cannot howl in a physical way, yet Jon heard him once before, in time to save his life.

He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life—however long that might be—he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name. Wherever he might go throughout the Seven Kingdoms, he would need to live a lie, lest every man's hand be raised against him.  (AGOT, Jon IX)

Ironically, without knowing, this is already Jon's existence. It's not that Jon will be rendered mute, it's that the silence will be lifted.

[rvllybllply2014]

I know everyone talks about soulmates but what about soulenemies? Like a soulmate but destined by fate to always fight the other person. Maybe they start out as soulmates but one kills the other, which shatters a piece of their soul so now those souls only know to fight each other.

Maybe that’s how houses Blackwood and Bracken really ended up in this feud. A Bracken dared to love a Blackwood but was accidentally killed by their Blackwood lover. So whole centuries pass with each house fighting the other, but not knowing why.

Eventually the gods get tired of watching this endless soulenemies feud so they repair it. The next two people born into each house is the soulmate of the other. Those people just happen to be Davos and Aeron.

They met as children and felt the draw of their souls recognizing each other, they thought it was just them being soulenemies. Sure they fought as children, it was expected of them but they also felt a strange loving feeling towards each other. They grow up with these complicated feelings of love and hate, for love and hate are two sides of the same coin.

It’s only when they enter into young adulthood and the fact that they’re expected to settle down with a noble lady do they realize that they actually love each other. Aeron goes to a septon to ask if it’s possible to have a soulmate, the septon tells him that yes it is possible. Davos prays in front of the weirdwood tree and has a vision of his soulmate, who looks exactly like his friend Aeron from the back.

It’s only after both Aeron and Davos consult with their gods do they realize that they are meant to love each other. That instead of being destined to hate each other they’re destined to love each other. Neither Amos nor Willem are happy but who are they to challenge the gods. They’re allowed to be together, married in all but name; as long as they each take a wife and have true born heirs.

That’s how houses Blackwood and Bracken eventually stop the soulenemies feud and start to have soulmates with each other every few centuries. The gods of both houses are very pleased.

[dragonseeds]

It's definitely an interesting choice they didn't go for a more book accurate description of Alyssa in their casting, the actress also doesn't really look like she could be Daemon or Viserys mother but they still made sure to give her the Targaryen silver hair...maybe I'm reading to into this but you're probably onto something here she's supposed to be more of a idea of woman, represented by the multiple women in his life that's calling herself his mother.

that’s my preferred reading too! that she’s an approximation based on some of the women in his family because he can’t even remember what she looked like. alys basically taunts him with it, so i don’t think it’s a reach at all. i don’t think daemon would even remember that he was her favorite without people telling him, though it’s something he clearly cherishes knowing. everything dream alyssa says to him is a twisted variation of what viserys said about their family in 01x04 by the weirdwood tree in the red keep. that… probably isn’t a coincidence lol.

but i’m not even necessarily sold on her not being the real alyssa because i think it’s entirely possible they prioritized casting someone who looked like she could be related to the other actors over being book accurate. if you look at pictures of emeline lambert without the wig, she looks like a lot more like matt and paddy when they were younger. with the wig i think she really looks like an emiliaemmaevesian face blend. the thing is while a lot of us knew going in that it was alyssa, most people didn’t—so first they register that he’s having a sexual encounter with a targaryen woman, maybe aemma, and then it’s a moment of building horror as people realize who it is. like i could be wrong but i think that’s also an aspect of the casting, styling and pacing—they wanted everyone to immediately register that she was another targaryen but not exactly who it was and then get hit with it right before daemon does, as we see the blood on her. there’s so much at play here and i love the ambiguity!

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

More of Viserys and Stark!reader.😁😁

The Right Path

pairing: Fanon!Viserys Targaryen x Female OC

summary: More of Viserys and Stark!reader, Elna trying to interact with Rhaenyra

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

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Elna was more than happy, she was overjoyed. The King had chosen her for a bride and announced that during a small council meeting, she was not in attendance but her father was there. He came running to her to inform her of the King's decision. Her father was happy for her but he only showed her his sorrow of having to be separated, even little Cregan threw a tantrum.

Elna however needed to breathe a little, she needed to get her thoughts straight. She liked the king, he was nice to her and she was happy she would not end up with a dying man however this was all too much for her, she was going to be Queen, that was a huge responsibility. So Elna decided to take a walk in the gardens after she successfully put Cregan down for his nap.

She enjoyed the sight that greeted her, a sight she was going to see for a very long time, the gardens looked like they were alive with so many flowers and trees, something she did not see back at home. She no longer needed to pick flowers from the southern regions when visiting because she was going to have it all here.

Elna had walked for a short time when she caught sight of a weirwood tree. She knew they had one here but she did not know the location, but now she knew where to go to pray. She was a couple of steps away still hidden behind a bush when she saw princess Rhaenyra and Alicent Hightower sat under the tree. The princess was pulling on the grass looking angry while the Hightower girl looked relieved.

"I cannot believe he wants to marry so soon after mother's death. Has he no respect?" Rhaenyra threw some of the grass in her hands somewhere by her feet. Elna's heart dropped at the words, she did not think the princess would be so angry with the marriage, she had been so caught up with her own family and the king to think of the princess.

"Princess, your father has the right to remarry" Alicent tried calming down the dragon princess.

"To a northerner savage, out of everyone" The princess pushed herself up from the floor and started pacing. The Hightower girl remained seated but started twiddling with her thumbs.

"I am sure Lady Stark is not so bad, I have heard many great things about her" Alicent defended Elna. She was just glad she had not been chosen.

"Yes and she will give my father sons and then I will be thrown away when I am no longer heir" The princess hissed. Elna now understood that the princess was not only enraged and sad over her father's decision but also afraid.

Elna decided that hiding was no longer an option, she had too much to say. She faked a cough putting on a smile and moved out from behind the bush. She acted shocked seeing the two girls only a couple of years her junior.

"Forgive me princess, I did not know you were here" Elna curtsied trying to keep her smile gentle. She did not want to anger the princess even more.

"What are you doing here?" Rhaenyra asked with anger lacing her words. She crossed her arms in front of her protectively.

"I heard there was a weirdwood tree and wished to pray" Elna answered. She stepped closer to the duo. Alicent had pushed herself to her feet by then and stepped closer the princess. Rhaenyra eyed her weirdly, she had no escort, not even a handmaiden.

"I am gladdened to have found you here, I intended on visiting you princess" Elna continued before the princess could speak. Rhaenyra's eyebrows shot up in confusion and shock.

"Visit me? What for?" The princess asked suspiciously. Elna found her palms growing wet with sweat, she was nervous with the way the princes was seizing her up and down like some criminal.

"I am sure you have heard of the King's decision-" Elna started. She took a deep breath to summon every single piece of bravery she had in her body and stepped closer to the princess.

"- I wanted to tell you that I do not intend to take your mother's place neither in your life nor the king's or int he kingdom-" Elna reached over to grab the princess' hand in hers gently, not wanting to startle her or make her think she was here to attack her.

"- if you wish I will not even show you my face if that makes you feel at ease but I assure you princess that if I and the king were to be blessed with children you would still be a priority to us both and the heir will remain to be you" Elna finished. Alicent took a step back giving the two women their moment. But the shock on her face was still evident.

"You could never take my mother's place, you are nothing compared to her, so do not attempt to win me over with your words, that will not work on me" The princess pulled her hands out of Elna's hands harshly and pushed past her to walk away. Elna stumbled a little back when Rhaenyra's shoulder collided with hers.

"Apologies Lady Stark, the princess is a little stressed" Alicent picked up the hem of her dress and followed after the princess. Elna rubbed her shoulder as her eyes darted back to the red tree. Her eyes welled up with tears, feeling humiliated at being rejected but pushed them back.

She stepped closer to the tree kneeling down by one of the roots. Her hands glided over the rough surface remembering her mother. Her mother always told her to have patience, Elna believed that she had patience, she raised her brother from the moment he was born and her mother died. But the princess seemed nowhere near close to warming up to her.

Elna wished her mother was here to advice her on what to do and how to act. If she were to tell her father he would simply tell her to endure it and Elna knew that was not the right way to face the situation, yes the princess needed time but at the same time Elna needed to do something to win the princess' favour. She did not come to the capital to make enemies.

"Lady Stark" Elna jumped at the new male voice. She turned around to find the King standing where she had stood earlier with his hands behind his back.

"Your grace" She stood back up to her feet and curtsied. The King stepped closer to her loosing his smile at the sight of her tears.

"Why are you crying, Lady Stark?" He placed his forefinger under her chin and raised her head up so she would look at him. Elna knitted her eyebrows in confusion and raised her hand to touch her cheek to find it wet and immediately wiped the tears away.

"I had not noticed" She admitted. She gulped trying to compose herself.

"Did the thought of marrying me repulse so?" The King joked. She shook her head with a small giggle.

"Of course not, I just - I wish my mother was here tis all, your grace" She heaved a sigh. The king placed a hand on her cheek trying to comfort her.

"I am sure she is happy for her wherever she may be" The king's words made Elna's heart flutter. She smiled, just a tiny smile, but it was enough for the king.

"Your words comfort me, my king" She placed a hand on top of his over her cheek. The King clicked his tongue disappointed.

"Call me Viserys" He grinned when her cheeks darkened and she dropped her gaze down. His eyes trailed over to the tree when a thought struck him.

"Do you wish to marry here? In the ways of your people?" He asked. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to the tree.

"What about the maesters and the seven and the people?" She asked feeling dumb when she realised that she knew nothing of this religion, her father did not spare this religion a second thought and refused to teach her and Cregan about it. She knew only from what she had heard from other people.

"I am the King" He reminded her. her mouth opened in an O shape and nodded her head. Viserys chuckled tightening his grip on her hand when something caught his eye, the history book of Aegon the conquerer.

"Do tell me Lady Stark, was there a different reason for your tears?" The King asked. He let go of her hand to grab the book delicately to not damage the old pages.

"No, why, my king- Viserys" She paused when he turned to glare at her and immediately changed the way she addressed him.

"I wonder-" He held up the book to show her. She tilted her head to the side confused.

"It was my daughter, was it not?" He asked. His eyebrows twitched into a frown of his own.

"The princess? no she welcomed me warmly" Elna tried to cover up. She did not come here to make enemies meaning she will not be the reason that a father and daughter fight each other. She could not bare it.

"Do not lie to me" The King demanded. Elna swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down at her feet. She could not lie to the King either, he was the king and her future husband.

"I will talk to her" He intended for his words to assure her but she only looked at him with horror.

"NO, I mean please do not mention this, she just needs time" Elna tried to stop him when he attempted to bypass her. The King was more than confused but nodded nonetheless.

"How about you show me the rose bush again?" She wrapped her arms around one of his and pulled him away from the weirwood tree. Viserys was not dumb, he knew she was changing the subject but did not mention it now curious how she was going to act to win his daughter over.

It was the same day the King announced that a feast will be held to celebrate the betrothal between him and Elna. Her father insisted she wore a grey dress one last time before she would join house Targaryen and wear red and black for the rest of her days. She could not say no and wore her favourite grey dress that was off shoulder and had bell sleeves. She also made Cregan wear the same of grey matching with her.

When they arrived at the feast she was sat beside the king with her father on her other side and an empty seat beside the king for the princess. Cregan was sent to play with the other children of the nobles with his wet nurse to look after him.

"My King, the princess seems to be running late" The Hand of the King pointed out also noticing the lack of his own daughter's presence.

"She's going to be the end of me" Viserys replied. He had hoped she would come and not make a fuss of it but now he could see that she had not intention of showing her face at the feast also sparking he rumour of her not accepting the betrothal.

"If I may my king-" You spoke earning the attention of both men. The Hand glared at you heatedly as you moved your body closer to the king.

"-I can go and see if the princess is alright" You suggested. You gave a nod to Viserys wanting him to accept. The King was hesitant but accepted either way. You pushed your chair back and made your way out of the hall accepting congratulations with a sweet smile and grace in your movement.

You had to ask some guards for the way to the princess' room but finally found your way. You knocked on her door before stepping in. She was sat on her bed with a dress by her side. Alicent was sat beside her in a beautiful green dress and she looked ready for a feast while the princess looked like she was ready to go to bed.

"What are you doing here?" The princess asked, angrily standing on her feet to glare at you.

"Lady Hightower, if you do not mind, I wish to speak to the princess" You nodded at the door. Alicent was hesitant but moved closer to you. You moved to the side giving her space to pass before closing the door behind her.

"What do you want?" The princess asked harshly. You had to push back a wince at her tone but you lost the sweet smile on your face.

"Listen Princess, I know you view me as a horrible person, a monster here to steal your father and throne but I am not a monster and I will not steal either one" You moved closer to her. Your tone was stronger and your patience was wearing thin, even if it had been only a day.

"You are the princess and the heir and my father bent the knee to you in extension the north meaning I am loyal to you. A Stark has never broken and oath and I will be damned if I were to be the first" You leaned closer to her, and her eyes followed your every move, your fingers wrapped around the dress on the bed.

"You will wear this beautiful gown and you will come with me to the feast, your father is worried sick about you" You held out the dress to her. She took it from you but still watched you every move.

"I am not your enemy Princess, I wish only for us to become friends. I wish not for a rivalry to grow between you and my future children" The princess sighed sadly. She nodded her head accepting the words of Elna. She may have not warmed up to her but she was on the right path.

Rhaenyra changed her clothes before the women made their way back the feast. The king's face lit up at the sight of his daughter walking into the ballroom with Elna by her side. Rhaenyra was still stiff in her walk and when she sat down but at least she had a tiny smile on her face, and that was good enough for now.

[aphemera]

does receiving blood sacrifices make the weirwood trees grow bigger??

[yian-himizuki]

LADY WEIRWOOD - Jon Snow x reader Part 1

Summary : Y/N alias Lady Weirwood sometimes calls the Night Witch by the men of the Night’s Watch, since she was a infant Castle Black is her home. But when strange events happen she have to protect her home from danger.

(english is not my first language)

It was a normal day for the Night Watch, protect the Wall against the wildlings or other menace. Jeor Mormont, the Lord Commander was taking a rare moment to take a pause from his watch, his walk take him to a Weirdwood tree, a noise is heard, the old-bear almost didn't even hear it.

The noise is from a infant put close to the face of the white tree, the cries of the baby begin when it see Jeor. The Lord Commander was shocked to see a infant, all alone, he examine the area if there is someone even it was useless.

The infant was a little girl, the man don't hesitate to take in his arms but he going to do with her ? Take her at Bear Island for his sister Maege Mormont raised her but he feeling she have to stay here at Castle Black like the old gods was talking to him to do so.

The Night Watch was full of men and now it welcome a little girl, many question the Lord Commander why this decision and his only response is "The old gods said so".

She was treated like a lady and called Lady Weirdwood, Maester Aemon is fond of her, his sadness was sometime replace was happiness.

As the years passed, the lady grow up and the men's of the Night Watch was brothers for her, she learn from them how to use a sword and treat any injuries. Many of them never come back beyond the Wall, the young girl have to accepted it even it was hard.

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It was always cold at Castle Black, sometimes the snow fall from the sky, the young girl was now a grown woman of six-and-ten. As usual looking the men train when she nothing to do.

But right now she was awaitting to Benjen Stark to return from winterfell with the newbies arrives.

-You're going to catch a cold here, little snowflake, a voice appears behind her, it was the old maester Aemon.

-And you should be sitting, she said to him as she immediatly take his arm for support him.

He huff with a smile and take him to his chamber, the old man was like to her a grandfather, always said thing strange or have some melancholy on his face.

The day have passed and the next have come, when she comes out, the noise of the sword clashed was heard, a smile draw on her face, for it mean to see again her "Brothers" and to have new ones.

At her usual spot she goes, looking at the court, her attention went immediatly on a boy, his dark hair is curled and grey eyes. And for first time her heart beat in different way

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Don't know how to end it

[lullaebies]

red leaves (1k words, jaehaegon au, no warnings)

summary: jaehaera watches her daughters play in the godswood, and laments over concerns of a lack of son. aegon iii is quick to dispell them.

notes: based on a requested prompt i misread. will do the actual prompt later on, but for now, bringing forth this piece. context - req also asked for alicent being alive and jaehaera and aegon iii's children to be playing in the godswood <3

Jaehaera sits the godwood’s stone bench, watching. 

All three of her daughters are playing with the fallen red leaves of the weirdwood. Her eldest, Rhaella, shows her twin sisters how the red leaves crumple, and showers the girls with the red specks remaining of it. Rhaenyra and Helaena are ever excited, despite the broken off pieces catching in their hair.

Her grandmother would chastise her for letting her girls gather twigs and dirt on their hair and dresses later, but Jaehaera can’t bring herself to tell them to stop. Such peaceful pastimes can be so fleeting. Red, swivelling leaves in the air can become the red trickles of blood in moments few.

Jaehaera chases that thought away. This is why all of court calls me morbid. Her fingers fidget with her dress. Grand is the Queen’s wardrobe and material luxuries, but there is no sum in the world that could buy her peace at this state. Grandmother had known royal concerns, and advised her on as much, but while Queen Alicent had three sons ignored, Jaehaera had not even one.

The pit in her stomach grows larger each day. Her daughters are the very world, but after all the realm had been through in wars’ past, would they ever be considered enough?

“Papa!” The rustle of leaves and exclamations of girls mark the arrival of another figure. 

Aegon takes long steps into the godswood. His tall frame cannot be ignored, for he keeps himself as poised as one may assume his mouth remains lined. Still, he bends for his daughters, lowering himself to his knees and twisting his lips into an upturn as he greets them. 

The twins run to him first, clinging with giggles. He brushes a hand through their hair, taking out some of the leaf crumples that decorated their hair. “Have my daughters spent a day rolling in the woods, or just decided nature is to be worn?” Aegon asks them softly. Both twins point to Rhaella.

“Big sister put it on me!” They say in nearby eerie unison. Jaehaera can’t recall if she and Jaehaerys ever had such synchronized speech. She breathes in some, keeping away tears from welling. Thinking of Jaehaerys hurts more, with her own twins coming about the age of his passing. 

“Is that so?” Aegon asks Rhaella. Their eldest licks her lips before nodding slowly. She’s been put on the spot, but she tries to maintain dignity. Aegon hums at her, opening his arms when the twins leave their grip on him. Rhaella runs forward to him for an embrace. The ten-year-old calms easily as he does, and Aegon pats her head. “Do continue, but keep it at leaves, yes? The maids would struggle to brush any dirt out.”

Rhaella nods against his chest gladly. “Okay, papa.”

Aegon gives her a peck on the head, and lifts himself from the grass. Only then his eyes fall on her. When their gazes lock, it often feels as if they are lone in the world, sharing knowledge only they are aware of. Knowledge both of them would rather cast to the sea and the fire, but one that brings them together in kinship. “Keep on playing, then. I will sit here watching with your mother.”

The girls run back to the heart tree, and he comes by her side, and she stands to greet him, if only for courtesy’s sake. Aegon has never required of her much formalities, but the servants running about would gossip until the next moon turn if she isn’t to appear proper. They’ll call her smile mousy either way, but it is genuine, at the very least.

Aegon takes her palm in his. “Your hand is cold,” he says, his own warm ones kind on her skin. “You must ask the maids for gloves at times.”

“When I can have your Grace’s hand? I shouldn’t like to settle for less,” she answers. It comes out half-hearted, but it is not for lack of sincerity, only a product of a foul mood. At twenty and six she should mind her feelings better, and she attempts. “Sit by me.”

Aegon does, thumb still pressing against her thin knuckles. Helaena and Rhaenyra toss leaves at their older sister, running about as they giggle. “Our daughters are quite joyous today.”

Why are you not? That is what her husband is asking, in truth. He’s so very gentle with his words, if only because he knows how painful can some be. Jaehaera squeezes his hand. Why is she a shivering leaf in this warm wind? Her concerns never let up, despite the times being so sunny.

Aegon is not unlike her, in that sense. But he had braved it better. 

“Yes,” she answers softly, and lowers her voice. “But should they have a brother, such days would be forever assured.”

Aegon rubs circles on the back of her palm. Perhaps her anxiety trickles to where it is unneeded; Viserys and Aegon love each other dearly, to the point Viserys’s eldest son is named her husband’s name. But the court has preferences, and Viserys’s family is beautiful for all to see. She knows not what the future holds, but her grandmother’s sad mumbles often seep into her soul. 

“These are our days, in this castle of red brick,” Aegon answers then, voice serious. “And our daughters will live better lives than our mothers have. Should a brother come in their midst, or not.”

Jaehaera lays her head on his shoulder, sighing softly. “The realm wouldn’t like a sonless Queen.”

“The realm likes and cares for nobody,” he answers. “I am content with my wife and daughters.”

Jaehaera lifts her head to kiss her husband’s cheek. If nowhere else, she feels safe here, between her dear ones. “Another daughter then, that’s what you want?” she asks with a small grin.

“We will see to it. No matter what sex, all will be well.” 

He says as much with a fuller grin, gloating at his wordplay. Jaehaera shakes her head, feeling the smile on her face spread. She looks at her daughters. 

“Girls,” she calls them all, all their daughters having their hands full with leaves they picked up. “I think your father would like to join you.”

“Huh?”

Rhaella, Rhaenyra and Helaena rush forward with a handful of leaves to toss at their father. Aegon doesn’t let her get away alone, and their family whole is decorated with specks of red leaves, the rustling wind triumphed by laughter. 

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

I want Jon and Dany to have two weddings: one honoring the Old Gods before a weirdwood tree and one valyrian one.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

House of the Dragon 2x06: Review

I liked the lion reference regarding the Lannister.

Who are the one with the Sun greeting the Lannister?

Come on of course Daemon dare to face Aemond. How much of your self are you? Aemond is dangerous, but beyond that he is crazy.

Alicent (the actrice) is incredible in her role.

A pleasure to see Corlys as hand of the Queen.

Interesting that Darklyns and the Targaryen have some common blood. Aeriana was born a Targaryen princess (important fact) ?

Honestly at this point I'm fade up with Daemon and his dreams, and honestly his lack of action.

I like the come back of Viserys.

Alys is for Rhaenyra's side : "It's not a prize to be worn, but a burden to bear."

The owl is a foreshadowing! Can she wog inside it?

Alys is so cryptic.

So interesting to learn that they are singing to the dragons. Incredible Valyrian story. A way to wake them up. I want to learn more about it. Old Valyrian custom.

OMG Ser Steffon Darklyn! What a stupid waste and destiny. He was supposed to die in combat.

I love the whispering in the tavern.

At the beginning of the episode, I liked Mysaria a lot. And the end not so much.

Have you noticed that only three people remain on Aemond's council.

Larys talking to Aemond back fired on him haha.

Aegon is looking so much like his father.

Aemond is a sadistic.

Terrible, Aemond wants to ressemble so much to Daemon it made me sick. Now that he has black fire.

We have an introduction to Sheepstealer. May Rhaena be Needles? Foreshadowing with the dragons toys in her hands? I forgot that Rhaena is sister to the princes.

I love the cute little dragon living with the princes.

Both of them of Addam and Alyn are Coryls' bastards sons.

Visenya's braid is back.

Rhaenyra you need to wake up, you clearly need Daemon at your side, in your bed and as your husband.

Have you notice that the "wind blowing" like Alys predicted.

Well done Rhaenyra with the smallfolks and the help of Mysaria.

Grand Maester hasn't replied to Alicent.

She doesn't even know how Daeron is (or maybe he was made for the audience, non book reader of course).

At least Daeron is kind.

I liked the conversation between Alicent and Gwayne (the unspoken things).

The accessories made for the horse are incredible.

The power of the smallfolks is incredible.

Did you notice Helaena's foreshadowing death? Against the spike.

Is Rickard Thorne the last original white cloak?

In the end, it's such a sad story.

Did Larys confirme that someone killed Viserys slowly?

It's so well played of Larys.

Again Daemon and his dream. Enough. He is so useless.

OMG the scene we wanted to see in season one between Daemon and Viserys.

Again Daemon was sleeping on a weirdwood tree. (Aka Jamie in ASOIAF)

After Ser Simon's smile, I knew that Alys has killed Lord Grove's.

Also, he doesn't make sense that Seasmoke wants Addam so badly.

The details of the fourniture at Dragonstone is sick.

Some backstory about Mysaria and the scar, which means she is not the Red Lady.

Come on, the kiss between Rhaenyra and Mysaria was completely useless. Please do not bring your personal life in the show you are playing.

At least we got to see a bit more of Dragonstone.

ps: Daemon's book is so so much better!