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[maggie-stormborn]

"Daenys I Targaryen" by @wweskywalker for my fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons" 🔥 Thank you again for your amazing work on these commissions!

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The youngest of the triplets and second born daughter of Daenerys I Targaryen was the dark haired Daenys. Save a single lock of silver, her hair was that of her father - a dark and curly mane that grew longer as she grew older. But her resemblance to her mother was undeniably apparent to all who saw her - a dark haired Daenerys born again, the same violet eyes, the same shaped face, even her voice sounded like that of the Dragon Queen.

Daenys was named for Daenys the Dreamer, of House Targaryen of Valyria of Old, and like her name sake, was a Dreamer - she was said to live halfway between this world and the that of the Gods, and walk amongst visions like like a shepherd does their flock. She was bound to the she-dragon, Dreamflame - a stunning violet and shining copper beast that had been Daenys' companion since her own birth. Daenys, while bound to Dreamflame, was also unusually close with all the hatchlings - even Daenyxes and Nightweaver, who were to be bound to Rhaenyra and Aemon, would respond to her calls and commands. She would speak and sing to the dragons, and it was said hers was the fairest voice in an age or more - but whether this was due to her vocal ability, or the way her ethereal tones themselves that calmed the dragons and men alike, was unclear to those who heard tell of it elsewhere. She would come to hatch more than a score of dragon eggs in her lifetime, and would be credited with more discoveries of secrets lost from House Targaryen than any has or likely will be again - whether due to long lost discoveries on Dragonstone, her dragon dreams, or possibly, as some small folk guessed, told to her by the dragons themselves.

Daenys was usually adorned in intricately stitched violet gowns, or sometimes white ones, and wore jewelry of bright silver with amethysts, sapphires, and pearls. She had several rings she always wore, including the silver and pearl ring of her late mother, and another with stones matching the Valyrian hatchlings eggs that was gifted to her by the Red Priestess, Mekarie.

Daenys would only train with a bow, seeking the truest aim she could muster, and while avoiding violence at the same time. She openly detested hand-to-hand combat and training, but she would eventually carry a hidden dagger to quell the concerns of her siblings, who worried about her peaceful nature making her a target for their foes. A bejeweled and newly forged Valyrian steel blade designed by Rhaenyra and Aemon, it was crafted by one of two living smiths in the world still able to forge it. They gifted it to her on her 12th name day, and she named it "Dragon's Claw".

[maggie-stormborn]

From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @samartworksblog

Daenerys saw a swirl of flame burst forth before her, Rhaegars's voice fading from her ears as she stood back. The tornado of fire shot into the sky as high as she could see, and dark, thick clouds seemed to be gathering quickly. Her gaze was pulled to the core of the fire, something small seemed to be glinting and swirling within. She stepped closer, squinting at it and realized it was a coin. As she reached out to touch it, the fire seemed to brighten and swell, and upon touching it, her eyes became like mirrors showing the flames licking her hand.

She saw a coin, with herself standing upon it, and fire coming up around her. She saw the eggs of Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion lying around her and watched as they hatched, crawled forth, and grey up before her eyes, as if years were only moments. She saw the coin flipping while she fell through the air, seeing a pair of faces either time the coin flipped. With the first side, she would see her mother, the late Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and her older brother, Rhaegar. She would hear the voices of loved ones echoing in her mind as she saw their pleading faces.

"If you die, we're all lost. Everyone, everything." Tyrion's voice drifted through her mind, his pleading face appearing before her. "There are times when I look at you, and I still can't believe you're real," Jorah's voice spoke softly in her hear, and she turned them to see his face as well. Then came a voice that made her heart feel as if it had gotten stuck in her throat, and she turned with tears in her eyes - "I have seen you listen to your counselors. I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you. And I have seen you ignore your counselors… because there was a better choice. One that only you could see" Missandei's voice said, as assuring and lovingly as when she'd said it in life. Daenerys wanted to reach out to her, to embrace her once more, but before she could, the coin flipped again. Daenerys was falling, again.

On the darker side of the coin, she would see the faces of her other brother, Viserys, and their father, King Aerys II, the Mad King.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" Viserys' voice threatened her, the entitlement rolling off with complete ease as his face formed. "Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children! Little children, BURNED!" Jon's voice pierced through her mind, his anguished face floating to the surface of her mind, Viserys' face diminishing away as it did. "... You burned down a city," Tyrion's voice cut through Jon's, louder than his had been, and his disappointment was palpable as his face erased Jon's. The clang of his Hand of the Queen pin echoed behind his words, as it had in life. "BURN THEM ALL!" her father's voice screamed out, silencing them all as the Mad King's face blasted through Tyrion's, his twisted face contorted in rage.

As their words continued pouring into her mind, all of her memories came rushing back. Daenerys struggled to comprehend it all, and the the headrush was bringing her to her knees as she heard their voices continue talking, changing with every flip of the coin, and hearing the cries of... babies? Dragons? She couldn't be sure. But in her mind she tried to trace the sound and find the source, to no avail.

The vision swirled back into the tornado of fire and disappeared instantaneously. With it gone, Daenerys dropped to the ground, unconscious. Rhaegar, still sitting beside her, gave a small sigh, and proceeded to continue playing his harp and humming his song.

[maggie-stormborn]

"Aemon I Targaryen" by @wweskywalker for my fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons" 🔥 Thank you so much for your wonderful work on these commissions!!! ✨

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"Aemon Targaryen, later known as Aemon The True, was the middle born triplet and only male heir of the Targaryen line. He had the pale silver hair and deep indigo eyes of his uncle and grandsire, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, but still looked very much like his father physically. He wore black, alone or paired with red or purple to match his sisters, and his hair was cut short. He kept his face clean shaven and nails neatly trimmed, and his smile was said to be softer than silk. He loved to travel on dragonback with his mount, Nightweaver. A glorious beast with deep indigo scales and brilliant bronze wings, crests, and horns, the dragon would disappear into the night sky as if he'd become darkness itself.

Aemon was known to sing to his sisters and his dragon, serenading them with a deep and soulful voice that they all found calming. He and his younger sister, Daenys, would sing together often, or he would accompany her with his dragon carved flute while she sang. He was known to be generous, adventurous, loyal, and above all, honest. His willingness to dissent with and correct his small council, his readiness to detail why others were operating for personal gains, and refusal to submit to falsities earned him his nickname "Aemon The True".

Aemon looked up to his sister Rhaenyra from the start, training with her under Grey Worm's instruction since he was able to hold a training sword. He would spend hours every day training with spear, sword, and shield - he proved to be completely uninterested in a bow. On the rare occasions he was away from his sisters, Grey Worm was the only one Aemon trusted to protect them. It was often said the boy had found a father in Grey Worm, whose dedication to the Targaryen children was his oath of honor and service to their mother."

[maggie-stormborn]

"Rhaenyra II Targaryen" by @wweskywalker for my fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons" 🔥 Thanks again for doing such a wonderful job and waiting on me to share! ❤️

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"The eldest of the triplets was a fierce warrior and skillful dragonrider. She had silver gold hair like her mother and big brown eyes like her father, and she was often told she resembled her aunt, The Queen of the North, the lady Sansa Stark. It was said the first time she met her aunt, the renowned fighter Arya Stark, she demanded to train with her, although she was only 5 at the time. Her aunt taught her several defensive maneuvers and gifted her with her Valyrian steel dagger before continuing on her adventures at sea. Rhaenyra would also be gifted one of the Valyrian steel swords of her house, Dark Sister, for her 16th name day, and wield both for the rest of her days.

Rhaenyra was outspoken, charming, clever, and extremely protective of her siblings and the dragons they cared for. She often dressed in red, sometimes with black, and always adorned golden jewelry with deep red rubies. She also wore the dragon chain of her mother, the only silver she ever wore. She loved to fight and fly above all else, and her prowess in combat led to tales of her dragon blood extending to her blades.

Her mount was one of the hatchlings of Old Valyria, a she-dragon named Daenyxes who she rode for the first time at age of 7 and every day forward. Daenyxes was said to be the most beautiful dragon since Sunfyre the Golden, and many declared she was Daenerys reborn again as a dragon."

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"The Targaryen triplets were all early dragon riders - all taking flight at the age of seven. Rhaenyra was first, flying on her she-dragon, Daenyxes, on her seventh name day. She would be riding her every day from then on - and Daenyxes songs would fill the skies of Dragonstone a little further each day, a sound that all came to admire as she flew overhead like a silver winged serpent.

Daenys would be the next, taking flight on her beloved violet and copper she-dragon, Dreamflame, a turn of the moon after her sister. Daenys, although bound to her mount, was very active with caring for all the dragons, and would call for them all to fly with her and Dreamflame - which they would happily do, trilling in the sky and following as she dove on Dreamflame from greater and greater heights, copying and flanking her on either side. Most often it was Joraxes and Barrax to take wing with her, but sometimes they would all join, Rhaenyra and Daenyxes included.

It would be two moons later that Aemon finally took flight upon Nightweaver, who would disappear into the evening skies and reappear before dawn as if he melted out of the clouds above. Having watched his sisters ride and fly first, he was immediately confident, and rode for a full evening his first flight - far longer than either Rhaenyra or Daenys had for their own virgin flights. He later admitted to them that Nightweaver wouldn't descend until the sky had begun to lighten with the dawn, having taken him all the way to King's Landing and hunting on Driftmark before returning to Dragonstone - a remarkable feat for a dragon so young but the honesty of Prince Aemon was not a question any would dare utter.

From then on, the skies of Dragonstone would be filled with dragons and riders alike."

[maggie-stormborn]

From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @myredplanet 🎨

"Catelyn Waters, better known as Elyn Waters, is the bastard daughter of Sers Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth. She lives in King's Landing with her Uncle Tyrion in his quarters as Hand of the King within the Red Keep. Blonde haired and green eyed, she has been considered beautiful from birth and was named after Catelyn Stark, who Brienne felt had brought Jaime and she together. She possesses a small frame and strong wit, and often wears green and gold dresses, gold jewelry, with ornate shoes.

Brienne is awkward as a mother to her daughter, especially one who's nothing like her and strongly resembles Cersei. Elyn notices at an early age her mother can't look at her for long and always seems sad when she does. Brienne spoke only rarely of her father, and never once by name. She learned most everything she knew about her late father and aunt from her uncle, usually over vast amounts of wine and in the privacy of their quarters.

Uncle Tyrion loves her more than anyone, seeing it as his duty to care for her on behalf of his beloved brother, Jaime. Tyrion is not bothered by Elyn's resemblance to Cersei, he only seems to see Jaime in her. She has lived with Tyrion since infancy as his ward since her mother is serving as the Lord Commander of the King's Guard to His Grace, The King Brandon Stark. Tyrion spoils Elyn at every opportunity, most notably with a pair of lion cubs for her 8th name-day. He has assured she has wanted for nothing and personally chose her handmaids, septa, and sworn shields. Elyn, in return, is highly defensive of Tyrion, quick to verbally cut down those who speak ill of him, most notably Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. She is an extremely material girl, caring more for nice things and seeing beautiful places than people, whom she feels little connection to or for.

Elyn becomes legitimized on her 16th name day as the Lady Catelyn Lannister. Tyrion Lannister names her his heir to Casterly Rock that day, and Brienne agrees to name her the heir of Tarth as well. Elyn believes Tyrion's gesture to be on of love and acceptance, and accepts graciously. However, Elyn believes she is only given Tarth because her mother wants her out of King's Landing for good, no longer haunting her with the memory of her dead father, and accepts curtly."

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From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @lamaleluna.art on Instagram.

"Living with the wildlings beyond the wall, Jon Snow now sits on the Frozen Council - a newly formed group of elected Freefolk that governs over the various factions throughout the wild North. Along with Tormund Giantsbane and three other Wildlings, they oversee the care and defense of their people. Jon helps design their new settlements, as well as training and leading the hunting and ranging parties.

Although he was assigned (again) to the Nights Watch, he has never returned to the Wall since his reunion there with Ghost and the Freefolk. Jon's farewell with his Stark family left a bitter taste in his mouth, and his desire to follow Bran's order and rot alone at the wall for the rest of his life was about as strong as Bran's attempt to save him from this fate in the first place.

Jon suffered from nightmares every night since the day he stuck his dagger into Dany's heart and watched as Drogon destroyed the Iron Throne before carrying her body out across the sea. Her face haunts him every night he lies down and closes his eyes to sleep, until he wakes up and opens them again the next morning. Staring at the fire always leads him to her, Daenerys. It always shows him a future they will never have, making him want to avoid it, and struggle to look away at the same time. A vision of them beneath a weirwood tree, a field of flowers blooming around them, pledging himself to her, now and always. Another vision of her lying on his chest, his hand on her pregnant belly, feeling her play with his hair as they talk about names for their baby and joking about how long until they can take the baby for dragon rides. Hearing Dany's words and remembering their times together echoing in Jon's head every day as tried to find meaning in his life now that she was gone, and his family and yet again left him to die alone out beyond the wall. Struggling with everything he has given up for them just to be left out alone in the snow, while hearing Dany's pleas to be together over and over in his mind, has left him easily angered, insomniatic, and deeply depressed. The only one who seemed to be his truly constant companion in life was his beloved and loyal direwolf, Ghost."

[maggie-stormborn]

Excerpt from my upcoming GoT fanfiction "Truly The Mother of Dragons" to go with my commission by the amazingly talented @riotarttherite . I have named the piece "Farewell 'Lady' Stark" 🎨 (If you haven't checked her out and love all things ASOIAF, do so!)

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"Gendry held his son tightly to his chest as tears ran down his cheeks in streams, sniffling in the cooling night air. The light from the sunset glinted off the Stark sigil pin in baby Robb's wrap, making his young son squint and turn away, settling to sleep.

'How is this happening?' Gendry thought to himself. Nothing he could say or do would change her mind, and despite the ache in his heart for a real family, he knew the dream he'd built up in his head was just that - a dream. He knew from experience being a bastard was a hard life, and he knew it would be the same for young Robb. He looked down at his son, his own face mirrored back at him, let out a wail, and openly wept.

The Nymeria sailed deeper and deeper into the sunset, past the edge of the horizon, and into the far off sea with his son's mother, the 'Lady' Stark, his beloved Arya at the helm."

[maggie-stormborn]

This commission is for my upcoming unofficial GoT season 9 fan fiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons" ! This is the first commission piece by @cosmiart (thank you, thank you, thank you!) for my story of my OC character "Maester Lawrance, The Maester of Dragonstone". This OC character is based on my father, @bernabolawrance , who is actually a professor at the University of Minnesota Duluth and teaches a college class on the Game of Thrones series. I could think of no one better who deserved the title of Maester of Dragonstone.