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[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Domino Effect

Following Dorthea's passing, The Dowager Queen Margaery's health declined. And by the winter of 1354, she was seemingly nearing her final days. Her bedchamber was filled with priests, nuns, and her closest family, as they all loyally stood by her side. Margaery sat up in her bed and called for her grandchildren. Princess Augusta first came to her, kneeling at her side.

"Augusta, you are a vision of grace and strength. I am so proud of the woman you've become," Margaery spoke softly, her eyes filled with love as she gazed at her granddaughter. "Your beauty is a reflection of your grandmother, Queen Anne. I see her spirit shining through you," Margaery continued, a hint of sorrow in her voice. "I am sorry for the pain caused by my son's actions against you, your mother, and our family. It weighs heavy on my heart."

"But do not let my passing hinder your path, Augusta," she urged, her voice gaining strength as she caressed her cheek. "Go to Tartosa, you are to be Empress one day, and let love and diplomacy mend what has been broken. Your future is bright, my dear, and nothing should stand in its way." With tears in her eyes, Augusta moved to the side. King Edward walked to his grandmother's bedside, taking her cold and frail hand into his. Margaery looked into Edward's eyes with a sense of peace, her hand trembling as she reached for her grandson's. "Edward, in your hands rests the crown's unwavering legacy. Let the realm feel your benevolence, as my Wilhelm once did, for kindness and devotion are the strongest swords," Margaery whispered weakly.

Edward clasped her hand gently, his eyes reflecting the weight of her words. "I will do my utmost, to honor both you and my grandfather's legacy. I pray that I can bring as much light to the realm as you both once did."

With a faint smile, Margaery continued, "Your grandfather would be proud, just as I am, for your reign shall mend the scars of your fathers mistakes. Seek a queen whose heart mirrors your resolve, for in her lies the future of our line."

Edward nodded solemnly, his determination shining through. "I will find a queen who shares our vision, one who will stand by my side as we steer our realm under the Watcher's guidance."

Margaery's voice grew softer, yet carried a firmness that belied her frailty. 'The crown must never falter, Edward, for it is the beacon that guides this realm,' she reminded him. 'I need to rest now for a while.' Her words were gentle, yet weighted with the knowledge of impending farewells. As Edward leaned in, she whispered to him, 'Remember always, I love you dearly."

In these moments, Margaery also imparted a crucial decision. The Kingdom of Effenmont, a jewel off the coast of Windenburg that had come into her possession after her father's passing years prior, would pass to King Edward upon her eventual departure, becoming a state of Windenburg. This gift, intertwined with her love and guidance, would forever shape the realm they both held dear.

As Edward gazed out the window at the falling snow, he felt the weight of centuries resting upon his shoulders, each snowflake a whispered reminder of the legacy he must uphold, the mistakes he must correct, and the future he must forge for his realm and his people.

In the early hours of the morning the following day, Margaery lay on her bed, her eyes fluttering open slightly as she weakly called out for Edward. He hurried to her side, his heart heavy with impending loss, yet he masked his emotions with a calm demeanor.

With a stern but loving expression, Margaery reached out for Edward's hand and whispered, "Do not forget what I've told you, The crown must never fall."

Edward nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting determination and sorrow. "I won't forget, I promise."

As Margaery attempted to sit up, a sharp pain pierced through her chest, causing her to gasp. She cried out for a priest, her voice strained yet resolute. The priest rushed to her bedside, offering prayers and comfort as Margaery lay back, her breaths becoming shallower.

In her final moments, She whispered her late husband's name, a final farewell to the love of her life. "Wilhelm?" she breathed, her voice barely audible amidst the hushed room. Her eyes slowly closed, and the priest, after a brief examination, turned to the King with a somber apology, saying, 'I'm sorry, Your Grace. she has passed.' The room fell into a solemn silence, the weight of Margaery's legacy lingering in the air."

Edward stood by the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on Margaery's frail form. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting a somber ambiance that mirrored the heavy emotions in Edward's heart. Though surrounded by loved ones and attendants, he felt an unyielding solitude settle upon him, as if the world had receded into a distant murmur, leaving only him and his grandmother in that final moment.

In the days that followed Margaery's passing, a wave of sorrow swept through the kingdom as news of her departure spread like wildfire. Citizens from all walks of life, from the bustling markets to the quiet countryside, made their way to Westsimster Abbey, their solemn faces a testament to the deep respect and admiration they held for their departed queen.

Inside the grand halls of the abbey, a scene of profound mourning unfolded. The royal family stood together, their heads bowed in reverence, as they surrounded Margaery's peaceful figure. She lay adorned in her finest regal attire, a testament to her grace and dignity even in death. Her robes, woven from the finest purple satin, cascaded around her in gentle folds, accentuated by the soft gleam of ermine furs that spoke of her regal lineage.

A crown, symbolizing her reign and legacy, graced her brow, its jewels catching the flickering candlelight and casting a radiant glow upon her serene features. Despite the weight of grief that hung heavy in the air, Margaery appeared as if she were merely slumbering, her expression one of tranquil repose. As Edward approached Margaery's resting place, his heart heavy with sorrow, he found solace in the memories of her unwavering strength and kindness. With a voice touched by emotion, he spoke to the gathered mourners:

"We stand here today not just to mourn the loss of a queen, but to honor the legacy of a matriarch whose love and wisdom guided us all. Margaery was not just a ruler; she was the heart and soul of our family, a beacon of grace and compassion in times of turmoil. Her absence leaves a void that can never be filled, but her legacy of unity and empathy will continue to inspire us as we navigate the path ahead. Let us remember her not with tears of sadness, but with gratitude for the light she brought into our lives."

Following her funeral, Margaery was placed in her coffin and carried beneath the grand halls of Westsimster Abbey. There, in the dim light of the crypt, she was laid to rest beside her late husband, King Wilhelm IV. The royal family gathered around her final resting place, their faces etched with grief as they mourned her one last time.

The chamber echoed with the soft sounds of weeping and whispered prayers, a testament to the deep loss felt by all. As the moment of farewell drew to a close, they began to exit the chamber, their hearts heavy with sorrow. King Edward lingered at the entrance, his eyes cast downward in despair. His mind was full of emotions, an immense amount of grief, responsibility, and reflection.

He thought of his grandmother's final counsel, the words that would forever resonate within him: "The crown must never falter." The weight of her legacy and the promise he had made felt almost overwhelming in that moment.

As he took his final steps out of the chamber, Edward whispered to himself, "I will not let you down, this crown shall never fall.".

Queen Margaery 1279-1354 (75 yrs)

May the Watcher guide her into the light ♡

[sarasims12]

El Libro de Häas Crónicas de Angar Ep6 T1

Al mismo tiempo que su padre se encuentra fuera del reino, Alyena tratará de dar con los artefactos que el nuevo enemigo descubierto quiere apoderarse. Para ello, la Princesa de Angar mandará a dos de sus más fieles amigas y consejeras a las bibliotecas más antiguas que se conocen en las tierras de los Inmortales. Mientras descubrirá que los sentimientos que creía enterrados hacía mucho tiempo, pueden volver a surgir más fuertes que nunca.

[celindelouisa]

DAENERYS OUTFITS WALL

Wowza! It’s been a couple years since I last made a Daenerys outfit post, so here is an updated one with all the outfits my Daenerys currently wears, starting from top left from the beginning of the show until the end of S8 and then four imagined outfits at the end, starting with her resurrection dress, then a reimagining of her Astapor/Yunkai blue dress to red ( @simmring ) as a reborn dragon queen, then a battle outfit as she flies back to take on those who betrayed her in KL and Winterfell and finally for happier days in the future during her reign…her pregnancy outfit. Naturally, this post doesn’t have all of Daenerys’ outfits, some are yet to be made in the sims universe, especially from her early days and Meereen. See if you can find two new dresses, too. They are yet to be released by the amazing @sifixcc . Bonus points if you can figure out where each outfit is from in the show :). Thank you to all the CC creators.

Enjoy and…

DRACARYS!🔥 🔥 🔥 (Full view ples).

[leeramonesims]

Base Game Red Keep

Base Game  

No cc

2 bedrooms 

3 bathrooms

residential lot

50x50 lot

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built in Willow Creek 

fully furnished

I built this a while ago, and had a lot of fun doing so. It passed my play test (Iron Throne included!).

Can be played as a normal house, with space for up to 3 sims. It is fully furnished, and is ready to be used!

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[nightingalesongx]

Part 2 of my GOT picture series! 

I was decorating a house in the sims with my dany picture and thought...I wish Missandei had some pictures! so this mod was born!

She’s my favorite character (after Dany of course) and just like Dany D&D Killed her off and I was heartbroken! also, her and grey worm where my OTP out of the whole series!  so here they all are! In picture form of course ;) 

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE:

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CFng00_kgrWkHjBzzbW4USjvcuGeZV7K/view?usp=sharing

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do! at this rate all of my sims houses will be full of Missandei and Daenerys pictures! 

I’m thinking of doing Dany’s dragons next! let me know what you want to see :)

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Just got an iron throne for my sim

[simmring]

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” (Or let the captive run away.) 

[batsfromwesteros]

Daenerys Targaryen

New Hairstyle by @adedarma

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[badgersighted]

TTGOT Sims/Sims2AU - Yet more families : D

Names below cut (left to right):

Tuttle + Other Forrester Members: Royland Degore, Ascan Tuttle, Gared Tuttle, Jenna Tuttle, Duncan Tuttle, Ortengryn.

Bole Family: Greta Bole, Winnie Bole, Warrick Bole, Davyn Bole (all made by @littlpeggy!)

House Ashwood: Arnolf Snow, Dorren Snow, Walder Snow, Alysanne Snow, Great Rickon Snow, Lothor Ashwood, Lyanna Ashwood, Delena Ashwood, Rodrik Snow, Eddison Ashwood, Harlon Ashwood, Remus Ashwood, Ashara Ashwood, Young Rickon Snow.

House Warrick: Cregan Warrick, Ormund Warrick, Colton Warrick, Randyll Warrick, Grag Warrick, Boros Warrick.

House Tarwick: Garibald Tarwick, Sera Tarwick.

House Wicke: Lyla Wicke, Martyn Wicke, Torrhen Wicke, Alester Wicke, Alora Wicke, Melessa Wicke

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

The Reaving: Part 2

The following morning was Christmas Eve, and snow fell lightly outside of Windenburg Castle. King Edward and his mother, Queen Cordelia, sat down for a meal in their private dining hall. Cordelia seized this opportunity to share her unsettling revelation from the previous night. The air in the chamber was quiet but heavy as she sat across from Edward at the long wooden table, where a simple spread awaited them, accompanied by warmed cider. Cordelia’s gaze was distant, her brow furrowed, lost in thought—a sight not unnoticed by her son.

Edward looked up from his empty plate, arching an eyebrow.

“Mother, you’ve barely touched your food. Is something troubling you?”

Cordelia glanced at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She seemed to weigh her words carefully before speaking, her tone measured but edged with tension.

“I am troubled, Edward,” she admitted. “Last night, I witnessed something most unsettling.”

Edward, mildly intrigued, turned to her.

“And what might that be?”

Cordelia paused, gesturing toward the staircase before continuing.

“I saw Lady Adelaide in a most… distasteful display. She struck our maidservant Philippa, someone who has been with our family for years. She slapped her straight across the face, in fact. Then, in a voice as bold as sin, she announced that she would be queen and that Philippa should ‘remember her place.’”

Edward’s face softened, and he laughed, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand.

“Mother, surely you must be mistaken. Adelaide? A violent hand? She wouldn’t hurt a soul.”

Cordelia’s expression darkened.

“Are you calling me a liar, Edward?” she asked, her voice low and steady, simmering with hurt and indignation.

Edward jolted, taken aback.

“No, I only meant… she doesn’t seem the type.”

“Then I urge you, my son, to open your eyes,” Cordelia replied, her voice stern but laced with pleading. “Adelaide is more than you think she is, and not all of it is for the better.”

Edward looked down, considering her words. The flicker of doubt she’d planted deepened as he drifted into a silent, pensive gaze, the weight of his mother’s warning settling upon him.

The bitter winter winds cut through Bagley as Prince Harold fought alongside his men, his face bare and exposed to the frigid air. His helmet had long been given to a soldier who’d lost his own, but Harold moved through the chaos undeterred, his resolve fierce. Snow spiraled from the dark, brooding sky, mingling with the smoke of battle that billowed over the frozen fields. Amidst the frenzied clash of steel and cries of the wounded, Harold’s gaze fell upon a figure he recognized: Ser William Mason, one of his closest friends and fiercest fighters, lay motionless on the ground, his helmet lost.

A chill beyond winter’s reach settled over Harold as he raced toward him, his heart pounding with dread. He reached William’s side, fear gripping him as he pulled him up, throwing the weight of his friend over his shoulder. Shielding him from the blows of the enemy, he carried him to the edge of the battle and lowered him carefully behind the cover of a low stone wall.

William’s eyes fluttered open, his face ashen and dazed.

“Harry…” he murmured, a weary smile flickering as he recognized his friend. “You mad fool… you’ll get yourself killed for the likes of me.”

Harold knelt beside him, gripping William’s shoulder.

“There’s no way I’d let you die in the snow like a forgotten ghost,” he replied firmly. “You’re stronger than this, William. Hold on just a little longer.”

But before William could respond, his eyes widened, terror igniting in their depths.

“Harold—behind you!” he shouted, his voice raw and desperate.

Harold whipped around, his heart seizing as he saw the glint of steel—a soldier of Henford’s, sword raised, bearing down on them with murderous intent. Both men’s voices tore through the cold as they shouted, raising arms to shield themselves against the deadly blow as the shadow loomed over them.

That same night at Windenburg Castle, the royal family gathered in the Great Hall, feasting and celebrating the eve of Christmas. The hall was alive with laughter and lively conversation, candlelight casting a warm glow over tables laden with sumptuous dishes and the finest wines. Seated beside King Edward was Lady Adelaide, her gaze resting attentively on him as he spoke of his kingdom.

Their conversation drifted towards Edward’s alliances and the pressing matters of Windenburg’s security, each word a reminder of the weight that sat on his shoulders. As Edward spoke, his voice softened with rare vulnerability.

“When I see the toll this war has taken, the sacrifices made, it haunts me. These soldiers—they aren’t nameless pawns. They’re husbands, fathers, sons, all fighting for a land they call home. We, too, have a duty to shield them from such suffering.”

Adelaide’s brow arched, a faint trace of impatience flickering across her face as she sipped her wine.

“Edward, you’re their king, not their keeper. Worrying for those who choose to fight is… sentiment wasted. Our resources are better spent on Windenburg itself, wouldn’t you agree?”

Edward’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of unease flashing in his gaze, though he spoke patiently.

“And yet, their choice to fight is born of loyalty, of a desire to protect the lives they hold dear. Should we not, in turn, do what we can to honor such loyalty?”

Adelaide’s gaze hardened, her voice lowering to a tone as cold as the winter winds beyond the castle walls.

“Why waste resources on Bagley?” she said slowly, almost dismissively. “Their suffering is insignificant to us. We should focus on our own prosperity. After all, history remembers those who rise from the ashes, not those who save the fallen.”

Her words hit like a shockwave. The table fell silent, as though all the warmth of the hall had been smothered in a single breath. Even the distant laughter and music from the adjoining rooms faded. Heads turned, and all eyes locked on her.

Edward’s face turned ashen, anger burning beneath his steely gaze.

“You would speak so callously about a war that threatens the very bloodline of this family?” His voice rang with disappointment and fury. “My mother is of Bagley blood, and the royal family of Bagley is here at this table! You forget that these ‘insignificant’ lives are not just numbers; they are my people, and I refuse to turn my back on them. If you can’t see the humanity in this struggle, perhaps you should take some time to reflect.”

Adelaide’s face drained of color as she absorbed the weight of his words. Rising abruptly, she glanced around to see the unyielding stares of the court fixed upon her, their judgment heavy and unspoken. Her composure slipping, she turned and swiftly exited the hall, her footsteps echoing through the silence that lingered long after her departure.

In the early hours of Christmas morning, snow blanketed the battlefield, an eerie hush enveloping the war-torn landscape. The ongoing conflict had quieted for the night, and within the confines of his tent, King Henry lay in restless slumber. Arthur Cromwell, a trusted advisor to King Henry, entered cautiously, the chill of the night clinging to him like a shroud. He paused, letting his gaze settle on the sleeping king, before addressing him in a hushed tone.

“Your Grace,” he began, his voice a gentle summons piercing the stillness. “I apologize for waking you at this hour, but I’ve received a parcel of… unusual nature. It’s from Lord Rodrick.”

Henry blinked awake, confusion etched on his features as he adjusted to the dim light filtering through the canvas.

“Lord Rodrick? He sends gifts now?” A trace of suspicion laced his words, his gaze drifting to the chest resting by Arthur's feet.

Arthur nodded, a grave expression settling on his face.

“Indeed, Your Grace. It came with a note, but I thought it best to deliver it to you directly. Lord Rodrick is not a man given to idle gestures; this is either an offering of some kind or something meant to unnerve us.”

Nodding, Henry's expression darkened as he looked toward the note, his hand trembling slightly.

“Then let us see what Rodrick has deemed fit to share on this sacred morning.”

With a steady hand, Arthur opened the note, his brow furrowing as he read aloud:

“To The Illustrious, King Henry of Bagley, On this Christmas morning, I extend my warmest wishes for peace and reflection in a season devoted to family and the bonds that hold us. In the spirit of the season, I offer you a gift and, I hope, a source of clarity. True understanding often comes wrapped in unexpected forms, revealing the depths of what we hold dear. May this gesture serve as a reminder of the ties that bind, even in times of struggle, and bring you insight on this sacred day. With utmost sincerity, Lord Rodrick Henford.”

Both men stared at the note in silence, an icy dread filling the tent that no fire could dispel.

Henry's hands shook slightly as he crouched down, resting his fingers on the cold iron latch of the chest. He took a breath, steeling himself, and lifted the lid.

The lid creaked as it opened, and then—a stillness, followed by the sickening realization.

Henry’s face paled as his eyes fell on the contents, horror twisting his features. He stumbled back, gasping, his voice breaking. “No… God, no!” His scream shattered the silence, a cry of pure, guttural agony.

Arthur took an involuntary step forward, eyes widening as he glimpsed what lay inside. “Your Grace!—” he shouted, his own voice hoarse with shock.

Henry collapsed, hands clutching his hair, shaking uncontrollably. “My son…” His voice faltered, choking on the words. “They’ve taken him from me, Arthur. My boy… my only boy…” Henry cried, He sank to the floor, clutching his knees to his chest, his body trembling as despair overtook him. The world around him faded, leaving only the cold emptiness where his son had once been. Arthur knelt beside him, a hand resting on Henry's shoulder, trying to anchor him to reality. “Nothing matters now,” Henry whispered, his voice hollow. “Nothing can bring him back.”

[desiiiresims]

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[nightingalesongx]

I quickly whipped together some Daenerys Targaryen pictures! I’ve made my opinion known on what happened to her in season 8 (BOOOO!!) so I decided to make some pictures for my sims house to remember her (and of course the wonderful actress who bought her to life!!) IMO she will always be the true queen of the seven kingdoms! 

Download (base game compatible!):

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1mrvQI5B1RG__IpArgkdljACb_a4PPwkI

hope you like them!! <3 (the house I use to display my CC is pralinesims french townhouse!)

[motyacat]

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