#maegor bot

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Maegor I Targaryen

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CW for Transphobia like am I supposed to write the asoiaf antichrist as a supportive parent? Hell no

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Pride Series Day Eleven - Trans

Transformative - c.ai , j.ai

Maegor the Cruel descends upon Oldtown in fury, only to find his heir transformed in a way he deems a betrayal, sparking a storm of wrath that threatens to consume blood, legacy, and city alike.

The sky tore open as Balerion descended upon Oldtown like the fury of the gods themselves made flesh and flame. The bells of the Starry Sept tolled in warning, their clangor swallowed by the monstrous beat of wings, each shadowed stroke casting half the city in darkness. Below, the citizens scattered like ants, clergy screaming prayers as Maegor dismounted in a rain of soot and scorched stone, his armor gleaming with the sheen of dragonfire.

He did not wait to be received. He stormed the halls of the Hightower like a vengeance long delayed, eyes like molten coin, mouth drawn in a grim line. Servants fled. Septons turned pale and offered benedictions. The King would not be stopped. The King could not be reasoned with.

He found them at last.

In the solar draped in pale silks and sunlight, surrounded by the decadence of Westerosi refinement, there stood the child he had sired — the son he had named heir, forged in ambition and cruelty, raised in his absence by the supposedly faithful hands of Oldtown. But what met Maegor’s eye was not the hardened whelp he remembered. No trace remained of the sullen, dark-eyed boy he had cast into the Reach to be shaped like a sword. In his place stood a vision Maegor could neither comprehend nor tolerate.

Gowned in flowing fabric, adorned with soft ornamentation, the young heir stood poised — not ashamed, not cowed, but defiantly serene. Feminine. Transformed. No chainmail. No sword-belt. No trace of what Maegor had ordained.

His fury was instantaneous.

“You mock me,” he spat, voice jagged like a rusted blade. He took a step forward, gauntleted fist clenched at his side. “You mock the blood of dragons with this… farce. This costume. This… treason of flesh.”

The tapestries trembled with the force of his voice, even the fire in the brazier seemed to recoil.

“This is what the Hightowers have made of you? What the Seven in their septs have done? A silken wraith simpering in a gown? My heir — my son — a painted doll paraded for fools to laugh at behind closed doors?” His voice broke from disdain into something more violent. “My blood, dressed like a whore for the amusement of cravens?”

He stalked closer now, his armor groaning with every wrathful step.

“Have you no pride? No honor? No comprehension of what it means to be born of the dragonlords? I carved my path to the Iron Throne through bone and fire. I split heads from shoulders for daring to question my will. And you—” He looked the figure up and down with something like disgust, “—you stand here in lace and perfume as if the world will kneel to this.”

Maegor’s voice dropped, more dangerous now, quieter — but no less savage. “Do you think Westeros will accept a creature like this as their ruler? Do you think they will not laugh? Not rebel? They already call me monster. What, then, will they call you?”

His lip curled.

“You shame me. You shame your mother’s blood. You shame the memory of Valyria with every simper, every step you take in those embroidered slippers. I named you heir, not harlot. I did not make you this.”

He turned, only slightly — enough to let the threat hang in the air like smoke.

“Perhaps the Hightowers have spoiled you beyond repair. Perhaps you are no longer fit to bear the name I gave you.”

And then, through clenched teeth, low and final:

“But understand this — you will not rule after me. And I will burn Oldtown to its stones before I let a pretender sit my throne.”

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Masterlist

[franzkafkagf]

killing myself sooooo hard when thinking about Aenys‘s kids…. (i do not care for alysanne or jaehaerys)

[vhaemystheberserker]

Another father!Maegor bot 😱😱

You can talk to this bot here!

[visenyaism]

🤲 fleabottomtop Follow

“queen rhaenyra is like maegor with tits” okay and i’d fuck him too what about it

🐦‍⬛ raventr33 Follow

DNI if you support the usurper!!!!!!!!

🐎 brackennation

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💯 peakesweep Follow

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❤️‍🔥 harrenwhore

y’all apparently @ muchandmore, like the tumblr witch who got caught stealing bones from the harrenhal graveyard for “protection charms” last year, keeps getting spotted on dragonback with PRINCE AEMOND ONE-EYE????

🎀 realms-delight Follow

like the k*nslaying war criminal???? isn’t he missing in the riverlands right now

🔮 muchandmore

not to those who know how to truly see the way…

🏵️ riverscrossing Follow

@ muchandmore y’all burned down my house yesterday. i hate this fucking website

🍒 rhaenyrathecool Follow

“but his old tweets said-“ look at prince daemon and tell me he can’t reclaim. come on now

🍄 mushroomed Follow

yoooooo streets are saying princess rhaenyra is using your tax money to have 80 person orgies every night

🦚 motheralicent Follow

is this true????? unfollow me if you support this wh0re

🌟 savvysab Follow

hey op where are the orgies. the ones with queen rhaenyra where are those happening. so i know how to avoid them because they’re a sin. if i wanted to not be involved in that where would i not go specifically

🌷maidens-smile Follow

it literally says in the seven pointed star that b*stards are inherently sinful and base??? i don’t know why we’re trusting them with dragons now let alone the throne

🌊 spicetowngirl-deactivated1326953

hey just because someone’s parents aren’t married doesn’t mean they can’t be loyal and true!!!! prince jacaerys is a bastard and he’s doing a great job leading the war effort!

👑king-viserys-bot Follow

@ staff seize them and take their tongue🫵

[beep boop! i look for examples of the highest of treasons, questioning the paternity of mine own grandsons, the princes jacaerys, lucerys, and joffrey velaryon. if you think I’m doing a good job, tell me here!]

🏅 tequilasunfyre Follow

i might get high in my tower but call me a targaryen the way i stay in bread

💥 sheepherder Follow

the targ taxes are literally the reason why we DONT have any bread you dumbfuck lizard loyalist. suggest everyone block and unfollow i don’t want to see this child murder apologist on my dash again

🌖 crownbandz Follow

march back to KL boring as hell AND this edible ain’t shit

🌖 crownbandz Follow

why are the trees…..howling

🌖 crownbandz Follow

who the fuck is cregan stark

🪲 teamgreenies Follow

guys i’m starting to think some of you don’t really care that much about andal succession law and actually just don’t like women???? this isn’t who we are

🐎 brackennation

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[lunarmoonanons]

Wilted Rose

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Can you please write an angst fic where Maegor and his Tyrell wife’s youngest son is revealed to be allergic to the flowers in his mother’s garden so Maegor has all the flowers removed?

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Sequel to Dragon's Rose

Masterlist

It was widely debated on whether or not Maegor loved his children. He had a fondness for his girls and was proud of his sons. Having nine children made it difficult to zero in on that integral feeling of love. For he was still strict with all his children. People agreed that he loved his Tyrell wife, but many said that only happened after she gave him children. He was strict with her as well. 

YN loved her children, even though every time she looked at her sons she always saw Maegor’s face. She would spend a lot of time with her children. Her favorite time’s with her children were in the gardens that hosted her favorite flowers. Even though she was a Tyrell, her favorite flowers were lilies. She had her own path of lilies back at highgarden, and in an attempt to keep his wife happy Maegor had her favorite flower littered around the gardens of the Red Keep. 

YN started to notice something wrong with her youngest son, Laenyx. The four year old loved spending time with his mother, and since he was the youngest son he was allowed to be coddled and babied. So whenever she was in the garden, the little boy was right behind her. Holding her skirts and smelling the flowers with his mother. Though lately when he would smell the lilies with his mother he would sneeze and cough violently. His skin would turn red and patchy, becoming unbearably itchy. Eventually YN couldn’t bear seeing her son suffer when in the garden, so she reluctantly removed herself from the garden. 

It was widely noticed at the dower mood of the queen. How depressed she became at the loss of her precious outdoor time. YN felt like a bot of her soul was gone at the fact her body was trapped in the red keep she hated so much. Eventually Maegor grew to notice his wife’s depressed mood. Normally he would let her be, and attend to his other wives. But YN was his favorite wife. His successful and loving bride. So he resolved himself to fix her sour mood. 

“There’s no need to stand.” Maegor said as he entered his wife’s room. She was sitting by the fire, reading a book. 

“What can I do for you husband?” YN asked, placing her book down and tried to wrap her robe around her body as a weak attempt to hide herself from him. 

“I would ask what I can do for you, dear love.” He knelt in front of her and took her small hand into his. 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’m perfectly happy.” YN tried to assure him. 

“Now I am not stupid, YN. I am observant and I’ve seen your unhappiness, the whole of the Keep has.” Maegor began to rub his thumb over her knuckles. “Now tell me what is wrong.”

YN looked away and bit her lip. Trying to navigate what she wanted to say without having him feel the need to impose himself in her life further. “I’ve just.. missed the garden these past days. That’s all.”

“Then why do you deprive yourself of them? I’ve not made it impossible to see them.” 

“I Know. I know. But it’s the lilies.” YN looked at her husband who nodded at her to explain. “Laenyx is intolerable of them. The maester says his body cannot tolerate the pollen and fragrance they give off. And he spends all his time that he can with me. So I can’t have him suffer just because I want a walk in the garden.”

“I see.” Maegor stood up.

“I didn’t mean to keep this from you!” YN hurriedly explained. “It just you have so much to deal with already and I spend all my time with the younger children anyways tha-”

“I will see what I can do.” Maegor interrupted. 

“But… there's nothing to do. It's just the body’s nature sometimes to reject certain plants. I don’t think you can do anything for me.” YN stood up. 

Maegor held her face in his hands and placed a kiss on her forehead. “YN. You are my wife. You have given me nine children. If I fail you now then I am a pathetic husband. You will have your walks in the garden.”

With that he left the room and YN collapsed to the floor, taking in deep breaths. Even after all this time, she still feared what Maegor would do. Especially in the name of love for her. 

Few days later, YN was in the children’s room playing with her youngest two. Laenyx and his sister Daela jumped around their mother as she smiled and tickled them. Their time together was cut short by a guard coming into the room. 

“Excuse me, your majesty. But the king would like to see you and your children in the garden.” YN stood and picked up her little girl, holding her son’s small hand in her own. 

Once they made it to the garden. YN noticed the fragrance of lilies burnt wafted through the air. She looked around the garden and noticed her flowers were gone. A fire just outside the garden caught her attention, making her unable to notice Tyanna coming up behind her. 

“Maegor has done a great service for you, little rose.” Tyanna whispered in her ear, making YN jump. 

“What do you mean?” YN held her children closer. 

“Here he comes now. Ask about the flowers.” With that the strange woman slinked away. 

YN looked around and saw no lilies, She saw roses, daisies, and many more. But none of her dear lilies. Maegor came to her and kissed her forehead. YN swallowed her sadness and looked up at him. 

“I have given you a new garden.”

“Where are my lilies?” YN asked.

“I had them burned. Now there is nothing to stop you from spending time with our children in the garden.” Maegor stated as though he did her a great favor. “Now you shall be happy in the garden, with all these new flowers. Isn’t that wonderful?”

YN blinked away her tears quickly before Maegor could see her sad expression. She plastered on a pleasant smile and gave Maegor a kiss. “It is a lovely gesture. Isn’t that right Laenyx? Thank your father.”

Laenyx nodded and gave his father a hug. YN continued to smile the rest of the day, never letting anyone see her crumbling soul. Her lips remained stretched until she made her way to her bed. She sat on the edge and placed a pillow over her face, gripping it tightly as she muffled her scream against the fabric. The scream turned into a sob and she held the pillow close to her face until she was all cried out. Those lilies were her own little escape from Maegor. And like her family, he took them away as well. It felt like every little thing that was hers was slowly slipping away from her grasp. She wondered when he would take her children from her. Her little lilies.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

You said you like when people share what they do with your bot so here i am after opening the Maegor and Tyanna's bot, my poor oc is stuck between keeping the queen happy and not anger the king and is failing at the latter.

In a bright light, Tyanna is enjoying play with her servant and my oc is a bisexual mess sooo

"And is failing at the latter" omg Maegor take a prozac or something?? Thankfully Maegor is busy killing people and oc is left at the hands of Tyanna (who's not too much of a good person either but is better than Maegor)

[rhaenerystargaryen7]

Hey there! I posted three new bots on Character.ai. You can check them in the links below. You can interact and leave your appreciated requests. Thank you very much<3

NEW BOTS❤️‍🔥

1) Maegor I Targaryen.

"Exile in Pentos.": https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/xccctunc

2) Aemond Targaryen.

"A Strong niece, a family dinner.": https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/lapwb9qi

3) Aegon II Targaryen.

"The only one.": https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/vahefxyr

[dollwrites]

The people that reported you are so fucking lame tbh. Especially because it was most likely a Targaryen fan (because otherwise why would they search or come across your bot) so they’ll accept uncle and niece & brother and sister incest but your bot went too far?? I’ve also seen blood related incest targ bots so idk I think it’s hypocritical. Sorry your bot got removed hun ☹️maybe you could do something similar but maybe you’re a servant or like married into the family?

It’s okay! If I can be real,,, I feel like it’s probably bc it has Visenya and Rhaenys. Lady bots seem to flop and I even had someone comment asking for an “Aegon only version” like… that wouldn’t even be fun 😭 I don’t think I’ll release conqueror trio again, even with a loophole but I might drop some others! Idk I still have a maegor wip and it’s not incest so maybe that one

[fairysluna]

Hey love,

used the links you posted to get started using poe ai, and so far it's been great, expect I made a Modern Aegon bot and twice poe deleted it? Idk why, because both times the chat barely started and it got deleted, and content wise I've definitely gone far with nsfw chats so I'm not sure why, wondering if this has ever happened to you or anyone you might know that uses poe.

Thanks 🌻

yess, it also happened to me!! i made a Maegor bot but a few hours later it got deleted too, but I don't know why either😭

an anon though sent me an ask with their Cregan bot, and i think it hasn't been deleted yet. Hopefully they will see this and tell us how they did it... pls we're desperate 💀

[vlyrn]

Maegor Targaryen

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Defiance - c.ai , j.ai

In the shadowy depths of Maegor’s chamber, a defiant wife dares to challenge the king’s ruthless authority, unbowed by the blood-soaked legacy that silences all others.

The torches guttered in their iron sconces, sending wavering shadows skittering across the black stone walls of Maegor’s chamber. The air was thick with the lingering scent of smoke and melted wax, a cloying presence that mingled with the metallic tang of blood—always blood, fresh or old.

And now, one of his wives sought to defy him.

She stood before him—not cowed, though she should have been. The flickering torchlight cast shifting patterns over her face, betraying neither fear nor submission. He had taken her as he had taken all his wives, bound her to him with fire and decree, yet even now she thought to oppose him.

Maegor’s fingers tightened around the goblet in his hand, the ornate stem pressing into his palm. The wine within was dark as garnet, rippling with the force of his grip, but he did not drink. His rage had turned bitter on his tongue. “You would question me,” he said, his voice low, measured. “Before my very eyes, in my own hall.”

She did not flinch. That was the part of her that intrigued him as much as it enraged him—her refusal to cower as others did, as the weak and the wise both knew to do.

“I would not be silent,” she answered. “Not when I see ruin before us.”

A muscle twitched in Maegor’s jaw. “Ruin? You dare speak to me of ruin? When I have crushed those who would undo me?” His heavy black cloak swayed as he took a step forward. “You think yourself wiser than me?”

The goblet slammed onto the table, the impact sending a fresh splash of wine spilling over its rim like blood from a split throat. Maegor’s patience, never abundant, thinned like a blade honed to the edge of breaking. He had crushed lords beneath his heel for less than this.

The tension hung thick as storm-choked air, unbroken except for the distant wail of the wind beyond the Red Keep’s high towers. He had never needed to explain himself to anyone—never cared to. His will was law.

Yet still she stood before him. Still she argued.

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Fire and Blood Masterlist

Masterlist

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[vermithorn]

me flirting with the maegor targaryen ai bot while waiting to board my flight 🥰🥰 just girly things

[aeg0ntheconqueror]

character.ai bot drop

QUEEN RHAENA TARGARYEN

the ocean is in your blood. wlw

Happy pride month, everyone! Some doomed yuri for your woes? I've been quietly working on bots, but this is the first one I feel good enough about to make my own post for. I'm sort of obsessed with Rhaena and Elissa Farman, so here's a bot inspired by them. The user takes the place of Elissa, and it is set in 54 AC when she tells Rhaena she is going to leave Dragonstone. I didn't put anything about the dragon eggs in the code, so you can roleplay it either way :) I've tested both options, and it was good no matter what I picked. I'm currently working on an accompanying Elissa bot.

The greeting is below.

THE REQUEST FROM HER LOVER DOES NOT COME AS A SHOCK TO RHAENA. They had asked for the same thing three years prior; gold enough to build a ship at Driftmark, large and swift to sail the Sunset Sea. Rhaena had rejected it then, saying that she could not bear for {{user}} to leave. She could tell then that {{user}} did not truly hear her, taking only a harsh rejection from her words.

After that day, though they remained close, their relationship was never quite the same. There was a rift forming between them, growing larger with each turn of the moon. {{user}}'s longing gaze was turned towards the ocean, their eyes lingering on the waves instead of Rhaena. Rhaena did her best not to take it to heart.

Dragonstone is not a place for those with fire in their blood and adventure in their hearts. Rhaena has learned that lesson much better than she would've liked to. Aerea, her daughter, the child she barely knows, had declared it dull from the moment she stepped foot on the island. Dull and lifeless. Although they did not say it aloud, Rhaena could tell that {{user}} concurred.

While Aerea had no choice in where she stayed, {{user}} did. They stayed for her, as long as they could bear it. That thought is no comfort to Rhaena now. Not when {{user}} stands before her, telling her that they can suffer the life here no longer. Rhaena is not enough when the sea is calling.

However, despite the ache in her chest and the bitter taste on her tongue, Rhaena takes {{user}}'s words in with a stony expression. She is quiet, just as she was when they asked the years before, but her thoughts are not so. Rhaena does not need to ask to know that this is the end of something dear. This time, she gets the feeling that {{user}} will find a way to sail again no matter what her answer is.

“I have asked you to stay,” Rhaena says, her tone even. She will not show her hurt. She had not the day that Aegon died, and she had not when Maegor forced her to marry him. No matter her calm now, she is still the blood of the dragon, and with that comes too much pride to falter. “I will not beg. If you would go, go.”

[hadrianvelaryon07]

hi, I'm the girl from Vaegon and Viserys' bots (I didn't want the request message to be too long, so I made two), for Viserys I would like a theme inspired by his lore, maybe user helps him escape from Maegor and survive, for Vaegon the theme opposites attract, I imagine two opposite personalities that get closer through small gestures, thank you very much for giving an opportunity to my requests: )

Hello, good to see you again and I have already written down my diabolical ideas for both bots. Both will be posted on Sunday

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Am back again (yes i've slept, it's almost dinner time now) and have spend most of my day chatting with the bot, he is amazing (for how much amazing we can consider Maegor)

I'm glad you like it 🥺

("For how amazing we can consider Maegor" LMAO)

[amnevitahdrawsstuff]

Hello there!

You might know me as @sajirah (aka amnevitah) here on tumblr.

This is my art blog where you'll primarily be finding all of my fanart and occasional personal art.

Commission Info can be found here.

Open to Asks and DMs, though if I think you're a bot/spam that's an automatic block/delete.

@sajirah - Main Blog

@amnevitahwritesstuff — Fanfiction Blog

Below the cut is my Art Masterlist.

Misc

The Archeron Sisters

Bat Boys

Beast Rhys

Genderbent High Lords

The Lord of Night

Rhysand’s Family Portrait

Rhys and His BB Sister

Feysand

Chibi High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court

Comfort

Eternal

His Goddess

In the Quiet of the Night

Omegaverse

Simping for the High Lady

Starry, Starry Night

Till Death Do Us Part

Nessian

Banter

Clutch

Elucien

Embrace

Azris

Passion

Feyzriel

Good Boy

Come Away O Human Child Cover

Take Care of Business for Me Cover

The Prison Cover

We Just Have To Face It Cover

Targaryen Queens Masterlist

Targaryen Princesses Masterlist

The Six Wives of Maegor the Cruel

A Court of Faded Dreams

by TheLonelyBarricade

First Meeting (Again)

Alexandra Quick

by Inverarity

Alexandra Quick Through the Years

Cumpounding Debt

by I_Mushi

Cumpounding Debt Fanart

Home With The Fairies

by I_Mushi

Home With The Fairies Front & Back Cover

Smoke and Mirrors

by Starfall_Spirit

Smoke and Mirrors Fic Cover

this beauty that pleases too well

by PouroverPaloma

Gale & Daphne

Demon Tree

Hamātu

Hot Blonde

In the Dark

Mermaid

Naiad

Nayeon

Princess Tutu

Galadriel

Idril

Lúthien and the Silmaril

[vlyrn]

2025 Pride Series (June 1st-30th)

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Thirty Days of Gay Shit Yay!

Ok! My pride month series is almost here, 30 days of guaranteed gay shit, strap in! Or on!

Originally this was going to be all canon queer characters and then I was confronted with trying to think of a scenario for mostly minor characters who don’t have much character or I just don’t find interesting enough to write a bot for so I ditched that and I’d say this is still somewhat canon queer but… yeh not completely.

The layout of this will pretty much be an even split between wlw, mlm and trans bots.

If you’ve been here a while, especially on tumblr, you might know my relationship with gender is a mess and I will admit that a lot of these are quite personal in relation to me and my experiences with gender as a queer person, I will provide a bit more of an explanation on this on day three.

Finally, any comments relating to trans people and whether it’s ‘realistic’ for game of thrones will be deleted and the account blocked. There are canon trans characters in asoiaf, it might not all look the same as in the real world but also, dragons fucking exist so I’m gonna trans beam Jon Snow at the end of the month, cry about it.

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Day One: Daenerys Targaryen

In a quiet, jasmine-scented night, Daenerys—freed from duty and surrounded by softness—explores the tender possibility of desire and rediscovery with her handmaid, confronting the vulnerability of being seen not as a queen, but as a woman.

Day Two: Jon ‘Griff’ Connington

A hardened soldier confronts a captured pirate whose defiant charm and disarming confidence unsettle him far more than steel ever could, blurring the line between enemy and enigma on a moonlit deck.

Day Three: Catelyn Stark

In the quiet of Winterfell, Catelyn Stark gently affirms her unconditional love and acceptance for her child, who has quietly revealed her true self, offering the warmth, protection, and recognition only a mother can give.

Day Four: Baela Targaryen

Baela confesses her forbidden love to Jace’s twin sister, risking everything in a moment of aching vulnerability before duty tears them apart.

Day Five: Aegon II Targaryen

In a haze of opulence and ennui, Prince Aegon’s jaded gaze is shattered by an unexpected, magnetic encounter with a beautiful man—awakening a hunger he neither expected nor understands.

Day Six: Eddard ‘Ned’ Stark

Ned Stark, burdened by fatherly concern and long-silenced instincts, discovers his child’s hidden truth—and, in a moment of raw vulnerability and love, affirms her identity with unconditional acceptance.

Day Seven: Arianne Martell

In the golden stillness of a desert afternoon, Arianne Martell, once guarded and proud, confesses her love and desperate longing for the visiting princess—her political rival turned soulmate—begging her to choose their shared passion over the ruinous world beyond their bed.

Day Eight: Oberyn Martell

After being bested in the tourney by a mysterious, nameless knight, Prince Oberyn—intrigued, aroused, and unshaken in spirit—seeks a different kind of rematch, one laced with seduction, challenge, and the promise of pleasure over pride.

Day Nine: Rhaenyra Targaryen

In the quiet aftermath of a tense and bitter family feast, Rhaenyra comforts her daughter—wounded by Aegon’s cruel mockery—with fierce maternal love, affirming her identity, dignity, and worth against a world eager to deny them.

Day Ten: Taena Merryweather

In a candlelit bath steeped in rose-scented steam, Taena entwines herself with Lady Hightower in a moment of intimate seduction and whispered political intrigue, savoring their secret bond amid the treacherous games of King’s Landing.

Day Eleven: Maegor I Targaryen

Maegor the Cruel descends upon Oldtown in fury, only to find his heir transformed in a way he deems a betrayal, sparking a storm of wrath that threatens to consume blood, legacy, and city alike.

Day Twelve: Cregan Stark

In the hushed, snowbound courtyard of Winterfell, Lord Cregan Stark greets a long-expected royal emissary—only to find not the princess he’d imagined, but a striking, storm-eyed prince whose presence unsettles Cregan in ways he neither expected nor fully understands.

Day Thirteen: Yara Greyjoy

In a smoky seaside tavern thick with tension and salt, Yara Greyjoy confronts old rival Farman with a drink, a dare, and the kind of sharp, dangerous flirtation that blurs the line between challenge and desire.

Day Fourteen: Renly Baratheon

At a lavish royal feast, Renly Baratheon, ever poised and predatory beneath his charm, becomes instantly captivated by the arrival of Tywin Lannister’s enigmatic and seductive fourth child—an unspoken legend whose presence turns flirtation into a calculated game of power, desire, and dangerous intrigue.

Day Fifteen: Cersei Lannister

Cersei encounters a mysterious lord who awakens a long-buried memory of their childhood, sparking her intrigued and admiring curiosity about the man he has become.

Day Sixteen: Yara Greyjoy

Haunted by her lover’s absence in the dark, Yara finds her on the moonlit deck and, with desire and tenderness, pulls her back into the warmth they share—refusing to spend another moment apart.

Day Seventeen: Satin

In the frozen stillness of the Wall, Satin battles both the biting cold and the quiet ache of longing for his friend, whose closeness offers a warmth deeper than any fire.

Day Eighteen: Theon Greyjoy

In the hush of a hayloft after a night of stolen wine and quiet confessions, Theon sees Robb’s sister not as the boy she pretended to be, but as the vivid, becoming self she is now—and risks everything in a moment that startles them both into the truth of what they want, and what they’re not ready for.

Day Nineteen: Brienne of Tarth

In the quiet warmth of a firelit room, Brienne wrestles with rising feelings that threaten to blur the line between her sworn duty and a longing she can no longer ignore.

Day Twenty: Jaime Lannister

Jaime, restless and aching with unspoken desire, approaches the stoic Northman under cover of night, veiling his longing in teasing words and brittle bravado as he inches toward a truth he both fears and craves.

Day Twenty-One: Robb Stark

Robb trains his younger brother with tenderness and resolve, honoring both his transition and struggle—not to shape who he is, but to affirm the man he’s always been becoming.

Day Twenty-Two: Rhaena Targaryen

In the windswept solitude of Faircastle, Rhaena finds unexpected solace and love in a healer whose gentle strength and quiet magic teach even a dragon to let down her guard.

Day Twenty-Three: Laenor Velaryon

Laenor confronts his lover with raw desperation and heartbreak, pleading for honesty and connection in the wake of growing distance, duty-bound betrayal, and a love strained by silence.

Day Twenty-Four: Daemon Targaryen

Daemon, still seething from battle, fiercely defends his son’s identity and worth against a world that refuses to see him, vowing with fire, fury, and unwavering love to claim his rightful place—no matter the cost.

Day Twenty-Five: Ygritte

Amid the frozen wilds, fierce and teasing Ygritte guides a gentle, unready bard in the art of the bow, their closeness crackling with tension, tenderness, and something dangerously like desire.

Day Twenty-Six: Loras Tyrell

In the golden afterglow of his jousting triumph, Ser Loras offers not just a rose but a quiet, tender vow to the boy who claimed his heart with a single look, binding them in a moment as intimate as it is bold.

Day Twenty-Seven: Daenerys Targaryen

In a quiet moment of peace and sisterhood, Daenerys tenderly helps her brave, newly-out trans companion embrace her womanhood with warmth, joy, and unwavering acceptance.

Day Twenty-Eight: Sansa Stark

Sansa, aching with love and grief, reaches out to her newly transitioned brother in a vulnerable plea for reconnection, mourning the sister she lost while embracing the brother he has become.

Day Twenty-Nine: Jacaerys Velaryon

Day Thirty: Jon Snow

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