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✎character profile : RHAERION TARGARYEN

❝ the younger brother of princess rhaenys, prince rhaerion, was as terrifying as she was bold. a cold and cruel man, it is said that he betrayed his sister's stance alongside rhaenyra in favor of the queen's party, all in order to steal the hand of his cousin, jaegor's, beloved lady vivienne oleander... ❞

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The Long and Winding Road

Sansa I

"A raven has arrived, my Lady"

Sansa's eyes immediately went to the Maester. A shiver passed through her, but she managed well enough to supress it. She didn't want to make Lady Cersei cross. She had been as kind and supportive as the circumstances allowed, and she was right she had to be stronger, she was the oldest Stark. She couldn't flinch every time a letter was delivered, no matter how much it reminded her of that awful letter that brought the news.

The boat where mother, father and Robb traveled had sunk, they searched for them on nearby towns and ports to no avail, the bodies had not been retrieved either, a part of her (a foolishly naive part of her) hoped against hope that somehow they would one day return, alive and unscathed... But there was no use in dreaming. They were dead and the dead never return.

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"Are you unwell Sansa?"

Myrcella's voice snapped her out of her grim thoughts. She looking at the embrodery in her hands, she had stopped stitching and had even dropped her work in her lap. It was not good, she wanted to finish this handkerchief to send it to Bran before his nameday.

"I'm just fine, it seems I got lost in my thoughts. I apologize if I made you worry" she gave the younger girl a shaky smile which Myrcella returned, despite them being nothing alike she was suddenly reminded of her sister, she always wondered how was Arya doing. Sansa sighed and looked around the room to find almost half the ladies were gone including Lady Cersei.

"Myrcella, where are all the ladies?"

The small girl frowned "Mother said she had to discuss something with father and left, the other ladies went after her, they wanted to eavesdrop surely. Are you sure you're feeling fine Sansa?"

"Yes. I just haven't slept very well"

"M'lady, if you are feelin' tired perhaps it would be best if we went back to your room so you can take a nap before supper" said Shae coming up behind her chair.

"No, it would be terribly rude of me to leave Myrcella alone" she protested feebly.

"Don't worry about me Sansa, you should go take a nap, I was just thinking on playing with Tommen in the garden, so I will take my leave first" Myrcella stood from her chair and made a small curtsey in her way before leaving the room. Her ladies and septa all trailed after her.

Sansa eyed her work with sadness, and left it in it's place promising to advance on it on the morrow. "It seems I will take that nap after all Shae. Let's go back to my room."

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Back in her room Shae helped her undress, all the while telling her the town's hottest gossip. It seems ser Leonyd Lannister was thinking of marrying the daughter of a poor fisherman so his Lord Father wanted to send him away... Some old Maester was seen entering a brothel and some said Lord Robert had just had a bastard son with the inkeeper's daughter...

Sansa slipped on her sheets and let her mind wandered back to Winterfell. She thought of Arya with her wild hair and big grins, of her scabby knees and loud voice. She hoped she wasn't giving Old Nan and Ser Rodrick too much trouble, though part of her hoped her sister was just as she remembered even the annoying infuriating sides. She thought of Bran, so small and so full of energy, always climbing the walls and fighting around with Arya, now he was Lord of Winterfell and how boring that must be. He should be outside playing on the snow all day and at night he should hear Old Nan's stories curled up on his furs beside baby Rickon an Robb.

Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. She let the tears travel down her cheeks to fall on the pillow. She wanted to go back home, no matter how ungrateful and selfish her wish, it was her heart's only desire to see the snowdrops fall outside her window, to play with her siblings in the snow til' all their cheeks were flushed and their hair messy and wet, to swim in the termal waters beside the Wierdwood tree, to have Robb muss up her hair, to fight with Arya, to read stories to Bran and to carry Rickon in her arms.

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Shae woke her up gently. Sansa washed her face, and dressed in a simple grey dress, it was a bit old but she had wanted to wear something that made her feel closer to home.

She had just finished getting her hair done in a braid like Mother usted to wear, when Joffrey knocked at the door to escort her to dinner. A pang of guilt twisted in her heart. Joffrey had been so patient with her all this time, all those times he had invited her to go ride with him or to walk around the gardens and she would excuse herself (she just hadn't the spirits to go with him and have fun) , he never got angry just kissed her cheek sweetly and said they would go next time. And there she was selfishly thinking of going home without him. She hadn't been thinking much of him at all lately, and that was wrong he was going to be her husband as soon as she turned six and ten, and he loved her so much, she had to be a better bride for him

Shae oponed the door. Joffrey was always so serious and dignified, with his golden hair always perfectly arraged around his face.

"My Lady" he kissed her hand and took on her appereance "Sansa why are you wearing that old dress? I believe just last month I gifted you that black dress with the gold embrodery stag and that red velvet dress with gold myrish lace."

"I'm sorry my Lord, it's just that those dresses are all so fine that they deserve to be used on most special ocasions."

"Well, you better go change, my grandfather is here and I want you to look your best before you meet him"

Sansa nodded, and bid Shae to help her change the grey dress for the red velvet one with golden lace. Lord Lannister was here, the King's Hand, it was surely important, perhaps ser Jaime had finally gotten engaged or they wanted to call Myrcella to court so she could be a Lady in waiting to Princess Rhyella.

Joffrey had gallantly waited for her outside, he looked her over and smiled "My Lady looks beautiful as always" then he leaned in a pressed a small kiss to her lips that made her hands clammy and her face red as the dress she was wearing.

Sansa found Lord Tywin just as wise and fearsome as people said, but at least she was right about his visit for Lord Jaime was getting engaged to Lady Brienne of Tarth, and he would be holding a ball in Castle Rock in a months time to celebrate the occasion, he wanted Lord Robert's permission to allow Lady Baratheon to go there immediately so she could overlook the preparations. Lady Cersei, kind as always had said it would be her pleasure, and excused herself from the table as she wanted to pack immediately.

The dinner went on as always and once it was done Joffrey escorted her back to her rooms, bid her a good night and stole another kiss leaving her dazed..

While Shae brushed her hair and wondered if they would order a new dress for her to wear at the Lannister's engagement party or if the black dress would be fine someone knocked on the door.

"It's me little dove" said Lady Cersei from outside

Sansa hurriedly put on her robe while Shae opened the door. Lady Cersei's face was flushed and her eyes shined, she looked anxious and way too pale.

"Don't be so skitish Little Dove, come sit by me" Lady Cersei said putting the corner of the bed

"Is something the matter?" she asked confused.

Lady Cersei unexpectedly buried Sansa in her arms and started to sob uncontrolably all the while strocking her hair and murmuring words that Sansa never catched. After a while Lady Cersei seemed to calm down enough to let go of her. Sansa's mind was a whirl of confussion, Lady Cersei was always so composed she never imagined to see her in this state.

"Would your maid be so kind as to fetch me some water Little Dove?" Asked Lady Cersei in a weak hoarse voice. Sansa nodded in Shae's direction.

"Can I do something for you Lady Cersei?" she asked.

Lady Cersei shook her head, and drank from the cup Shae had poured.Then turned to look at Sansa again.

"Poor Little Dove, such terrible things you have gone through and still you ask if I need help" Lady Cersei caressed her face affectionately, still Sansa felt startled because this voice and her eyes were the same as when she told Sansa of her parents and Robb. " I have some things to tell you my dear" Lady Cersei took her hands and squeezed them " You have to be strong dear girl"

Fear gripped Sansa's chest, something happened. Something horrid.

"Pirates attacked Winterfell." said Lady Cersei at last " It was so sudden, they never go that farther up land. They killed everyone in the castle, and then burned the place down after they robbed it"

No! This had to be a nightmare, it couldn't be like that, Winterfell was strong and so were Ser Rodrick and his knights, there is no way something like that could happen.

"I understand it must be quite shocking my dear, but well, Lord Bolton wrote this letter, he was the first one to arrive at Winterfell, it seems the Maester got to send a few ravens but no bannerman could have possibly traveled that fast.–"

Sansa knew Lady Lannister was still talking but she couldn't hear anything, her own heartbeat muffled the sound of everything else, it was so loud and quick, the world went out of focus and darkness enveloped her. Sansa welcomed that sweet nothingness, because once she woke up this horrible nightmare would be over.

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Sansa woke up hours later, Her neck was hurting and the bed seemed to be moving. She rose and immediately realized she was not in her room at Storm's End, she was in a carriage with Lady Cersei and Shae.

"Where are se going?" she whispered. Her throat was almost closed.

"Oh Little Dove, we thought you would sleep all through the night. You are coming with me to Castle Rock, the Maester said a change of scenery and some seaside air would be good for you"

She frowned "What happened to me?

Lady Lannister shook her head "Let us talk tomorrow dear, you need your rest. Joffrey was most worried about you he didn't want to let you out of his sight but the Maester and his Lord father calmed him down"

The nightmare came unbound to her mind, she willed it away with toughts of Joffrey and of the ball, it would surely be beautiful, she and Joffrey would dance the night away bathed in moonlight with the sweet music blending with the sound of the crashing waves. Sansa closed her eyes, fabricating in her mind beautiful and sweet stories to keep at bay those dark awful thoughts that wanted to choke her mind.

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never been hornier for these two in my entire life

Kinktober Day 18

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Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex

You’re looking for something else when you find it. 

Ellaria’s requested that you get a particular dress for her from her trunk, and you’re glad to do so, but as you’re searching for it, your hands curl around something unexpected. It’s hard, and long. You glance about to see if anyone is watching you. You don’t know what it is you’re holding, but you have the sensation of engaging in something illicit. Turning back to the trunk, you bite your lip, hesitantly sliding the fabric back from the object. You get just a glimpse of the rounded ivory tip before you hear the footfalls of someone approaching. 

You hurriedly shove the implement away again before rifling through the other garments. 

“Have you found it?” Ellaria asks. It’s another moment before you’re loosening the dress she requested from the pile of other garments. You stand, drawing it over your arm and nudging the trunk closed. You turn to her, proffering it. She smiles, taking a step closer and gently grasping your chin, dropping a sweet kiss to your lips before she takes the dress from you. 

You follow her dutifully out of the room to prepare yourselves for the evening’s festivities. You do enjoy Dornish delights, but you find yourself distracted throughout the evening. 

What was it that you’d seen in the trunk? And why does Ellaria have it?

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“You’ve been awfully quiet this evening.” 

“...Hm?” It registers with you far too late that Ellaria’s spoken to you. Casting an eye back in her direction, you find Ellaria and Oberyn sharing an amused gaze. You feel caught out and embarrassed, and you hurriedly turn your gaze from them again, hand scrubbing bashfully at the back of your neck. You have only a moment before you feel the bed dipping behind you, and then each of them place a hand on your thigh, the heat of them bleeding through the fabric. 

“Have you something on your mind?” Oberyn asks as he nuzzles tenderly against your shoulder. 

“You must,” Ellaria plies, “If you cannot focus on us for more than a moment.” 

You smile, tipping your head to the side and affectionately butting your forehead against hers. 

“I…I saw something today that I did not recognize.” 

“Oh? Something at the feast?” Oberyn asks.

“No…No, something…” You peer at Ellaria warily from under your lashes. “Something in your trunk. I was looking for the dress you wanted.” 

Ellaria’s brows tip up, an intrigued smile curling her lips. 

“And just what is it that you found?” 

“Well—I don’t quite know what it was.” 

“Did it worry you?” 

“No, it…It intrigued me,” You admit, face heating. 

“Now I must know what it is,” Oberyn insists. 

“Why don’t you get it and show us?” 

You hesitate to do so, but you know that you’ve drawn too much of their attention to distract them from this. You slide off of the bed, out of their reach, and round to Ellaria’s trunk. You kneel down in front of it, pushing the trunk lid open. You pike around it until your hands close in on the item again. You glance up and find Ellaria laying in her belly, head perched on her hands as she waits attentively. Oberyn is just behind, more interested in undoing the lacing on the back of Ellaria’s dress. 

You bite your lip, peering into the trunk before you finally lift the item, still wrapped in fabric. Ellaria lets out a pleased little giggle. 

“Is that what’s thrown you so completely, you sweet girl.” 

She sits up, the loosened dress slipping along her shoulder as she takes it from you. You shut the trunk, kneeling up onto it as she unwraps the fabric. The phallic ivory object makes you balk, as do the straps hanging from it. Your eyes wander it with a wary curiosity that turns to amusement as Oberyn cuddles up against Ellaria’s back, practically purring. 

“How does it…I mean, how do you…” You start tentatively and trail off, unsure of yourself. Ellaria casts an eye back toward Oberyn. 

“Shall we show her, lover?” 

“She does so love to learn,” He agrees, batting his pretty dark eyes at you. 

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You’ve never seen Oberyn like this before. You’ve seen him laid out with men, and with women, but you’ve never seen him begging, or on the verge of tears. You turn to look at Ellaria as she runs her hand over Oberyn’s chest, pricking her nails along his skin. You eye where the implement is being eased into his body. She’s taken your prince apart with her fingers and tongue, stretching him with the care that they’ve always taken with you. 

Perhaps he catches your nervey expression, because he manages to grace you with a smile. He raises a hand to your cheek, stroking tenderly along your cheek. 

“Are you in any pain?” You murmur. 

“The sweetest kind,” He swears. 

“Come here,” Ellaria orders softly. You hesitate, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead before sliding back toward her. 

“Get behind me,” She urges. You do, crowding up against her back and peering down at Oberyn. You curl around your arms around her middle, pressing your bare body to hers. She smiles, glancing back toward you. 

“Are you ready?” She asks. 

“Is he?” 

“He is,” Oberyn pipes up. You giggle, pressing your face into Ellaria’s shoulder. She begins to roll her hips, driving the toy more deeply into Oberyn. You bite your lip, watching Oberyn sag and shiver into the bed. You find yourself rolling your hips into Ellaria’s, as if you can egg her on—as if she needs egging on. You smooth your hands up her belly, palming her breasts gently. Ellaria smiles, tipping her head back against your shoulder. You nip her shoulder, rolling your fingers across her pebbling nipples, then giving them a light pinch and a tug. 

She groans, her hips stuttering into Oberyn’s. His groan punches out of him, his head tipping back to bear his throat. You raise your hand to your lips, slipping two of your fingers between your lips and giving them a suck. Then you slide them down between Ellaria’s legs, swiping at her clit. She sighs, rolling her hips between your fingers and Oberyn. You shiver, your body tingling with the sensation of Ellaria pressing back against you, her hair brushing against your shoulder, and the sight of Oberyn so flustered and excited beneath the two of you. 

He peers up at you with hazy eyes, sighs and groans falling from his parted lips. You slide your hand from Ellaria, fingers slick with her, and grasp Oberyn’s cock. He sighs, pressing up into your touch pleadingly. You whine, grinding up against Ellaria and rolling with her rhythm. You’re a little surprised at how worked up you feel like this, with the sight of Oberyn so worked up, and the feeling or Ellaria taking the reins. 

“Sweet,” Oberyn plies, taking hold of your hand and giving you a tug. You frown, glancing at Ellaria as if for permission. She chuckles, tipping her head toward yours and giving you a warm kiss before drawing away.

“Go on,” She chuckles. You smile, giving her a sucking kiss before drawing away. You shuffle around to him again, straddling his hips. He reaches down, grasping the base of his cock and teasing it along your slick cunt. You bite your lip, resting a hand on his chest to steady yourself. You feel Ellaria go still behind you, giving the both of you a chance to adjust. You moan softly as you take Oberyn in, your cunt throbbing around him. 

“Already so wet,” He teases, “Just from watching us?” 

“She did a touch more than that, Oberyn,” Ellaria argues tenderly. She gives an experimental press of her hips, pushing Oberyn’s cock deeper into you as he answers the movement. You groan as Ellaria curls close to you, beginning to worry tender kisses and bites along your neck and shoulders. You roll your hips with hers, as you did before, and grin when Oberyn lets out a hiss. He slides his hands up over your thighs, giving them a squeeze and a light slap. 

You curl over him, catching his panting mouth in a kiss. He hums, hands sliding up over your back. He curls one around your nape, keeping you close as you trade heated, panting kisses. He growls sharply into your embrace, and before you can question it, you feel Ellaria bowing over your back, trailing her lips along your spine. You can feel her pick up her pace, giving harsher, shorter shoves. You lean back just a touch, resting your hand on his chest and beginning to bounce on Oberyn’s cock at the same pace that Ellaria fucks into him. 

Oberyn just lays there, taking what he’s given, grinning and urging the two of you on. You think he may just tuck his hands contentedly between his head if he wasn’t so hellbent on touching you. 

“I think we can finish him off together,” Ellaria urges, hooking her arm around your middle and controlling your pace. 

“I think we should make him wait.” 

“If I have to wait, so do you,” Oberyn groans. You grin as Ellaria slide her hand down between your legs, teasing your clit. 

“Not necessarily," She teases, then seems to take Oberyn's pouting mouth and pleading eyes into account. "But perhaps not. The night is young."

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"War was easier than daughters" -Lord Eddard Stark

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*INTRODUCING…DORINDA BOLTON || THE BLEAK AND THE BRUTAL 

❝ dorinda bolton’s life was ill fated the moment she let out her first cry as a babe. as the only daughter of lord roose bolton, her earliest memories are filled with the many atrocities that have occurred at the dreadfort. her only light was her twin brother and her father's beloved golden child, domeric. the two escaped the horrid fortress together to the vale in their youth as wards of house redfort. within a year, dorinda was wed to lord horton redfort’s eldest son, jasper, whilst her brother served as the elder man’s squire. those years spent in the vale were the only time the bolton girl knew peace. however, that peace was ripped from her the moment her twin brother returned to the dreadfort in search of their bastard younger sibling and perished. a sickness of the bowels, she was told, but she knew the harsh truth. ramsay snow, the scoundrel her father had forsaken as her kin, murdered domeric. it was power that the bastard sought, that much was evident. becoming roose bolton’s only surviving son made him a dead wringer for the title of heir. yet, it seemed that the twisted bastard had overlooked one vital detail in his brutal conquest for power; her. with their father in his pocket, the north divided, and her husband being suspected of treason against them, ramsay takes the upper hand in this silent skirmish between siblings. nevertheless, patience was a virtue dorinda knew well, one that would pull her through the ultimate war between the bleak and the brutal... ❞

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*━━THE MUTILATION OF DORINDA BOLTON from THE BLEAK AND THE BRUTAL 

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*━━ DORINDA BOLTON + JON SNOW

❝ you like him because he’s a lost boy. believe me, i’ve seen it happen before. but do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? they become lost themselves. without fail. ❞ ― david levithan, every day

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* — HECTAR OLEANDER : WHEN THE LIONS COME

❝ when the lions come, will you turn to fight?❞

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* — HELEWYS OLEANDER : WHISPERS

❝ sabotage the things i love the most. camouflage so i can feed the lie that i'm composed...❞

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✎ character profile : JAEHRA TARGARYEN 🐉

❝ whether it be her niece who ultimately warms the iron throne, her nephew, her brother, or anyone else was neither here nor there to jaehra. the princess cared little for politics. the entire world could burn around her and she would remain indifferent as long as no flames touched her... ❞

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✎character profile : VIVIENNE OLEANDER 🌼

❝ often referred to as "the prize of hellespoint,” lady vivenne oleander was considered by many to be the most comely woman of her time. yet she would find that with such great beauty came even greater sacrifice... ❞

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✎ character profile : SERAENA STORM

❝ the rumored bastard daughter of prince daemon targaryen, it is said she remained loyal to his cause until the very end, only ever clashing with her alleged father over her fondness towards his longtime mistress, mysaria... ❞

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*— my main three HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ocs:

jaehra targaryen - “mistress bane.” the youngest of baelon targaryen’s children. sister to viserys i. scourge of the red keep. 

sereana storm - “the torrent maiden.” the rumored bastard daughter of daemon targaryen raised in the red keep alongside rhaenyra. loyal confidant of “the half year queen.”

vivienne oleander - “the prize of hellespoint.“ handmaiden to princess rhaenyra then queen alicent hightower. second born daughter of the late ser mortin oleander of hellespoint and his wife aliza hightower. sister to lady juliaena tyrell (nee oleander) and lord mykal oleander. cousin of alicent and gwayne. 

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⚘ —HOUSE OLEANDER of hellespoint : 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪. 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.

in 283—305 AC , the baratheon/lannister reign

inspo.

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✎character profile : JAEGOR WATERS

❝ the dashing bastard son of the late baelon targaryen, ser jaegor waters dedicated his life to knighthood. he served under his half brother, prince daemon targaryen, as his right hand, even petitioning for the prince’s claim to the throne. much like his half brother, jaegor celebrated many escapades, with one in particular nearly costing him his life... ❞

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⚘ ━a peek into…HOUSE OLEANDER ( an original asoiaf/got house )

❝ house oleander of hellespoint (nicknamed hells point); a flourishing area north of oldtown known for its lethal fauna and dark myths... ❞  

                                        𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪. 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯.

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