#A World of Ice and Fire

[wodania]

“our towers, they rose up and set with the sun / our sermons, they burnt us with fiery tongues / we wrought our wings of metal, surprised when we fell,” eastward of eden by amelia day

“The Valyrians learned one deplorable thing from the Ghiscari: slavery. The Ghiscari whom they conquered were the first to be thus enslaved, but not the last. The burning mountains of the Fourteen Flames were rich with ore, and the Valyrians hungered for it: copper and tin for the bronze of their weapons and monuments; later iron for the steel of their legendary blades; and always gold and silver to pay for it all.” a world of ice and fire, ancient history: valyria’s children

“The freed slaves parted before her. “Mother,” they called from a hundred throats, a thousand, ten thousand. “Mother,” they sang, their fingers brushing her legs as she flew by. “Mother, mother, mother!”” a storm of swords, daenerys iv

[idonsul]

[cthaehbutwithafrog]

Doran Martell for @eddtollett 🧡☀️

[sirmacintosh]

Justice for the Velaryon women and their hair

[asoiafcanonjonsnow]

JONSNOWFORTNIGHTEVENT2023

DAY 12: HOUSE TARGARYEN 🐉🏰: Jon Snow // Aegon V Targaryen

Hidden Identity

For the rest of his life—however long that might be—he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name. Jon IX, AGOT "To keep my hair shaved or dyed, and tell no man my true name," the boy said, with obvious reluctance. The Sworn Sword

Perceptive

"Father took the king down to the crypts this afternoon. The queen didn't want him to go." Benjen gave Jon a careful, measuring look. "You don't miss much, do you, Jon? Jon I, AGOT He flicked the gold coin back to Ser Uthor. Traitor's gold. Blackfyre gold. Egg said this was a traitor's tourney, but I would not listen. He owed the boy an apology. The Mystery Knight

Celibate Orders

"I want to serve in the Night's Watch, Uncle." "You are a boy of fourteen," Benjen said. "Not a man, not yet. Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up." "I don't care about that!" Jon said hotly. Jon I, AGOT "It would have," said Egg, "but I spit it out. I don't want a wife, I want to be a knight of the Kingsguard, and live only to serve and defend the king. The Kingsguard are sworn not to wed." "That's a noble thing, but when you're older you may find you'd sooner have a girl than a white cloak." The Sworn Sword

Immaturity

"There is no shame in being a steward," Sam said. "Do you think I want to spend the rest of my life washing an old man's smallclothes?" Jon VI, AGOT So had Dunk. "We'll see how many men turn up at the tower . . . but whether it's five or fifty, you'll need to do for them as well." Egg looked indignant. "I have to serve smallfolk?" The Sworn Sword

Learning

"No. They hate you because you act like you're better than they are. They look at you and see a castle-bred bastard who thinks he's a lordling." Jon III, AGOT You are a squire born of noble blood, but you are still a boy. Most of them will be men grown. A man has his pride, no matter how lowborn he may be. The Sworn Sword

Growth

Jon smiled at him. "I'm sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that." Jon III, AGOT The boy considered for a moment. “I could teach them the arms of the great Houses, and how Queen Alysanne convinced King Jaehaerys to abolish the first night. And they could teach me which weeds are best for making poisons, and whether those green berries are safe to eat.” – The Sworn Sword

Stableboy

She might mistake him for a stableboy and hand him the reins of her horse. Jon ADWD. Your stableboy can stay with the horses.” "I’m a squire, not a stableboy,” Egg insisted. “Are you blind, or only stupid?” The Sworn Sword.

Sharp Tongue

"I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs." "I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle." Jon III, AGOT

"I have my faith to warm me." The red woman walked beside Jon down the steps. "His Grace is growing fond of you." - Jon I, ADWD "I can tell. He only threatened to behead me twice." Jon IX, ASOS

Slynt slammed a fist on the table. "I heard you! Ser Alliser had your measure true enough, it seems. You lie through your bastard's teeth. Well, I will not suffer it. I will not! You might have fooled this crippled blacksmith, but not Janos Slynt! Oh, no. Janos Slynt does not swallow lies so easily. Did you think my skull was stuffed with cabbage?" "I don't know what your skull is stuffed with. My lord."

"Wild boar," said Dunk in a glum tone, "but who wants boar when we have good salt beef?" Egg made a face. "Can I please eat my boots instead, ser? I'll make a new pair out of the salt beef. It's tougher." The Mystery Knight

Unlikely Choices

"I am lord commander because my brothers chose me." There were mornings when Jon Snow did not quite believe it himself, when he woke up thinking surely this was some mad dream. Jon I, ADWD Soon thereafter, the "Prince Who Was An Egg" was chosen by a majority of the Great Council. The fourth son of a fourth son, Aegon V would become widely known as Aegon the Unlikely for having stood so far out of the succession in his youth. Maeker I, The World of Ice and Fire

Maester Aemon

"Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel," the old man had said, "the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne…Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born." The old man felt Jon’s face. "You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear.You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born. Jon ADWD.

Empathy

Jon had to bite his tongue. He didn't want to know about Del's girl or Bodger's mother, the place by the sea that Henk the Helm came from, how Grigg yearned to visit the green men on the Isle of Faces, or the time a moose had chased Toefinger up a tree. He didn't want to hear about the boil on Big Boil's arse, how much ale Stone Thumbs could drink, or how Quort's little brother had begged him not to go with Jarl. Jon V, ASOS "They might be killed, ser. Wet Wat is still half a boy. Will Barleycorn is to be married the next time the septon comes. And Big Rob doesn't even know his left foot from his right."

Half

"—that I am half a wildling myself, a turncloak who means to sell the realm to our raiders, cannibals, and giants." Jon did not need to stare into a fire to know what was being said of him. Jon VIII, A Dance With Dragons Prince Aegon was the obvious choice, but some lords distrusted him as well, for his wanderings with his hedge knight had left him "half a peasant," according to many. The World of Ice and Fire Maekar I

Reformers

"The wildlings will remain upon the Wall," Jon assured them. "Most will be housed in one of our abandoned castles." The Watch now had garrisons at Icemark, Long Barrow, Sable Hall, Greyguard, and Deep Lake, all badly undermanned, but ten castles still stood empty and abandoned. "Men with wives and children, all orphan girls and any orphan boys below the age of ten, old women, widowed mothers, any woman who does not care to fight. The spearwives we'll send to Long Barrow to join their sisters, single men to the other forts we've reopened. Those who take the black will remain here, or be posted to Eastwatch or the Shadow Tower. Tormund will take Oakenshield as his seat, to keep him close at hand." He enacted numerous reforms and granted rights and protections to the commons that they had never known before. – The World of Ice and Fire

Face Opposition

Marsh flushed a deeper shade of red. "The lord commander must pardon my bluntness, but I have no softer way to say this. What you propose is nothing less than treason. For eight thousand years the men of the Night's Watch have stood upon the Wall and fought these wildlings. Now you mean to let them pass, to shelter them in our castles, to feed them and clothe them and teach them how to fight. Lord Snow, must I remind you? You swore an oath." ...but each of these measures provoked fierce opposition and sometimes open defiance amongst the lords. The most outspoken of his foes went so far as to denounce Aegon V as a "bloodyhanded tyrant intent on depriving us of our gods-given rights and liberties." – The World of Ice and Fire

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello M! I saw you were open to writing for characters for GOT/HoTD, so I was wondering if I could send in a request for Aegon the Conqueror x fem! reader (non-Targaryen - maybe Nymeria's sister?) with the prompt 'Gift giving'? As for smut level, if possible lemon please, if not default or lime are perfectly fine too! Thank you and have a great rest of your day :)

Hello! Nymeria actually lived and died long before Aegon’s birth, and the princess ruling Dorne during Aegon’s time was already eighty or so, so I will write this fic with the reader being princess Meria’s great-niece instead. I hope you like it.

Pairing: Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader (House Martell/Great-niece of princess Meria | Second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Smut

Warnings: Size kink | Kissing | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3K words

Summary: The day after his return to Dragonstone, Aegon receives his first gift on the day of gift giving

Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: In this version, Visenya and Rhaenys are merely Aegon’s sisters, and not his wives. I also write the seasons running for three months each, instead years and years.

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The Dornish custom of gift giving during the winter solstice was not unheard of in the other kingdoms, but they, besides the Northmen, were the only people to practice such a custom. Once King Aegon took a Dornish princess to wife and adopted many of their ways, his own kin started to exchange gifts as well.

The dreary holdfast that was Dragonstone was awash with black and crimson banners bearing the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, and black and crimson bunting besides. Sprigs of evergreen clung to columns and windowsills, adding to the color that cut the chilling white of snow.

When Aegon opened his eyes, it was to the sound of a bell chiming. It was still dark out; the sun was obscured by thick clouds bearing more snow. Aegon hoped it was morning and that he had not slept through an entire day. His journey to Volantis was a triumph. It was also long and tiresome. Now he was home, and he did not have to think of leaving again for quite a while.

“Good morrow, my love.” Relief surged through him when he heard your greeting. It was indeed morning, and he had not, as he had feared, slept for a full day. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like the dead, sweetling.” Aegon threw back his pelts and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. The room was still warm; someone had added fresh logs to the fire. He suspected it may have been you, and he was grateful for it. “Is everything ready for tonight’s feast?”

“It is.” The featherbed was comfortable, and the pelts were soft against your skin. Still, you opened your eyes and sat up in bed. The appointed hour for the giving of gifts was still a long way away, but you wanted to give Aegon his before breaking fast. “And I have something for you.”

“You need not trouble yourself, my lady,” Aegon replied. He watched while you slipped out of bed and slid into a thick robe. He felt a stirring in his blood, a yearning. He decided the first meal of the day would have to give way to more pleasurable diversions. “I have a great many treasures already, you most of all.”

“True, my lord,” you agreed, and then blushed after hearing his praise. Aegon was now king. The immense wealth of gold and jewels of House Targaryen was his to use as he saw fit. Nevertheless, today was the day of giving gifts, and you padded across the room and opened the doors to your wardrobe. There, safely concealed between gowns of velvet and silk, was a heavy object wrapped in leather. The king sat up in bed, his eyes full of ravenous curiosity. “But I thought of giving you this all the same.”

“What have you there?” He inquired. His fingers twitched in anticipation. For nigh on half a year, the two of you shared the same chambers as husband and wife. You dined together and shared the triumphs and trials of ruling a great kingdom together. This, however, was his first true festival with you, and he did not know what to expect.

“I carved this myself,” you confessed, and you placed the parcel on the bed. Worry consumed you the entire time. Aegon had received many a fine gift in his life, and you prayed your own would pass muster. “It took quite a while, and I had to make sure you never came upon me making it.”

“Oho! You made it yourself, is it? Now I have to see it.”

Despite the many cares and expectations that came with wearing a crown, Aegon still possessed the enthusiasm of one free of such. He loosened the thin ribbon and drew away the leather.

“It is you and Balerion,” you explain, and run your finger along an unfurled wing. They were the hardest to carve. One night, you despaired that you would not get them right. “That was how I remembered seeing you for the first time. When you arrived at Sunspear, to ask my great-aunt Meria for my hand.”

Aegon lifted the piece of carved wood and studied it intensely. He admired the embellishments along Balerion’s body: the scales all over his underbelly, the horns on his head, and the sharp spines going down his tail. Then there was Aegon himself, perched on Balerion’s saddle, his crown atop his head. The king was deeply moved. All the wealth he possessed did not compare with this.

“I will treasure this always.” Aegon placed the carving on the chest of drawers next to his side of the bed. He decided to have the carving placed in his council room, on the mantle beside the painted table. “And I have a gift for you as well, my lady. For now, come here.”

He did not give you time to frame a reply and pulled you back into bed. Thoughts of gifts and feasts and celebrating were all but forgotten after his kiss. He was exceedingly gentle as always, stroking your arms, your thighs, his mouth hot and sinful while it plundered yours. Your hands found their way into his hair. He trembled and kissed you harder, moaning into your mouth when those same hands moved lower and clutched desperately at his back.

“Temptress,” he growled when nails dug into his flesh. Aegon slipped his hand over your belly, and loosened the sash of your robe. The rush of warm air made goosebumps prickle all over your skin. He trembled again, this time when you slipped out of it and wrapped your legs around his thighs. Your husband was big, and wonderfully so. You felt it even more when he slid that rigid part of him inside of you.

It hurt a little, even though you were more than ready. And it felt glorious at the same time. Every time he drew his erection out and then pushed it back in, flames sparked to life and surged through your veins.

“It is wonderful to be home again,” Aegon whispered in your ear. And it was not just him who thought so. You felt the same, and you reciprocated his sentiment by kissing him with fire and passion. Aegon nearly faltered, his hips and back now burning with effort. The room felt hotter, and the air was thick and sweet. His cock twitched within the warmth of your body when he felt a coiling deep in his belly. Faster he went, driving you deeper against the featherbed as he chased his release. It was too much. The pleasure was too much. The sensations that came whenever he pushed himself in were too much. Bliss—pure and otherworldly—rose and dragged you into a dark tunnel you did not seek to escape from. You could not think. All you could do was feel: the trails of fire that lashed at you and left you weak, and your very body slowly dissolving into a kind of pleasure that had no name. Then you heard it—your name spilling from your husband’s lips, and the deep, guttural cry that followed. Aegon thrust one last time before he stopped, and went still. 

Later, after he forced himself to move away from you, he admired his gift once more and then inquired after his sisters.

“Rhaenys has built a small mountain of gifts, her ladies tell me.” Aegon hooted when you told him. “Most of it will be given away to our guests during the feast. Visenya has only prepared tokens for us, for Rhaenys, and for no one else.”

“At least she has crafted a token for you, which is a miracle in itself.” Visenya, having expected Aegon to wed her according to the traditions of their House, was wroth when he chose a Dornish bride for himself. She had been cold and aloof for most of your marriage to her brother, but during the the last turn of the moon, there was a softening in her stance, an attempt to meet you in middle ground. It gave you hope for a much stronger bond with her in the future. “Send for the servants, sweetling. I think it is only proper for you and I to share a bath.”

[neptunerisen]

Everything you feel for me — as your queen

I will not fail you

[amoratearte]

Here is: Baelon Targaryen, the Spring Prince

So this isn’t exactly finished (except I don’t know what’s missing yet 🤡), so I’ll post as is for now

This is supposed to be a new series where I draw all of the Targaryens mentioned in AWOIAF (and perhaps spouses and all that) ((maybe)) It will follow book canon and the descriptions given and how I think they would look like, searching around for refs. Baelon was based off features of a Brazilian actor when he was younger, that I thought gave me his vibes, and I’m doing it to practice new stylized portrait techniques. These amazing brushes are from @artbylouris on ig. The texture is also from them, you can purchase those on their Etsy (I think they have them for photoshop and CSP as well!)

[lya-dustin]

Because i am bored and avoiding my writing and found it very clever of the Last Kingdom not saying the word fuck because it was not invented yet.

Vote and reblog for a bigger pool of voters y'all

[graveyardcuddles]

I'm sure this has probably already been pointed out, but it's interesting to think about the historically significant Targaryens who had the same name or a similar name to Daenerys.

Daenys the Dreamer - Saved all of House Targaryen from the Doom with her prophetic vision. A woman whose dreams came true. Could be argued is the very foundation of House Targaryen even more so than Aegon I because Aegon could have never conquered the Seven Kingdom if his ancestors were wiped out by the Doom.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen I - Firstborn daughter of Queen Alysanne and King Jaehaerys. Early walker, talker, and reader. A lively, laughing child, often mud-spattered and grass-stained. She died young, but Alysanne fought for her to become Jaehaerys' heir over her younger brother Aemon and to rule as Queen in her own right.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen II - Daughter of King Aegon the Unworthy and Queen Naerys. The Daenerys that our Dany is named after. Born 19 years after her older brother. Mother was trapped in an abusive, unloving marriage. Said to have loved Daemon Blackfyre but set aside her personal desires for duty to marry Maron Martell to further solidify peace with Dorne. Began the tradition of opening the Water Gardens to the common children of the palace. And was remembered mainly for her compassion.

You can say that this naming convention is just a little easter egg that was included by George simply to create literary parallels to our Dany and that's probably true. But it feels like George is subtly hinting that Dany has been this figure whose birth has been heralded for centuries.

You can see little echos of her story in other Danys throughout history. And now, in THIS incarnation as Daenerys Stormborn, she is all those Danys and more. She is the wide-eyed, clever, grass-stained young girl learning to become a Queen in the Dorthraki Sea. She is the Dany who was born from an abusive loveless marriage but still became a compassionate leader even though it meant making personal sacrifices (including entering a politically advantage marriage) of her own. A woman whose dreams come true and who rules in her own right. Daenys the Dreamer and Aegon I.

[mmelolabelle]

The Faith of the Seven is truly the most unserious religion in asoiaf because (1) the Seven do fuck all, to the extent I doubt that they exist and aren’t just an Andal psy-op originating from Old Town

and (2) because on several occasions holier-than-thou septons had to rock up to House Targaryen and be all “look, fine, you can fuck one of your sisters - but only one. We are apparently willing to overlook one of humanity’s greatest instinctual taboos but we are compelled to draw the line at polygamy…apparently”

[lady-corrine]

Underrated Targaryen monarchs: Viserys II

[cthaehbutwithafrog]

Nettles!🐑

[sirmacintosh]

Haven't wanted to draw for the last few months but thankfully the blorbos are there to help

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Queen Myriah Martell's Crown

Now, if we have to talk about the queens of asoiaf, we definitely have to talk about Myriah Martell

Myriah Martell is the granddaughter of Aliandra Martell with her second husband.

Myriah was as the firstborn the heir of her parents as Dorne has equal firstborn rights; however due to her marriage to Daeron II Targaryen The Good she had to renounce her claim and instead settle for being a consort in a Court that disliked her people.

Myriah's first days as a consort to the Targaryens and then as a Queen consort must have been really hard.

Myriah had to navigate life in a Court away from her lands (where she was once the respected heir) that mistrusted her but even then Myriah grew a thick skin that made her stronger.

Definitely, with time and charisma Myriah gained her own allies and was able to make suitable matches for her sons (if we take aside Aerys I was definitely aro/ace and respected Aelinor it was a good marriage) thinking about the alliances and of course their own happiness.

Daeron and Myriah's marriage may have had a difficult beginning but they grew to love and respect each other in the end.

I think Myriah never once refused to be less "Dornish" to please others, Myriah was proud of her homeland, her family and their resistance to bow to others.

If Myriah could not be the Princess Regnant of Dorne, Myriah would show Westeros she is not ashamed of who she is and that her strength came from Dorne.

The whole court may not have liked her and Myriah may have had to renounce her claim as heir but Myriah would always remain a Martell

PD: Dorne's history of resistance against an occupation remind me of Palestine, let's keep supporting Palestine.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The jewels and heirlooms that were passed onto the members of House Targaryen by their forebearer, Aenar Targaryen, after he moved his entire household and the family’s dragons to Dragonstone

A/n: This post takes a brief look at what jewels and trinkets House Targaryen would have had in their possession. For diadems, I drew inspiration from Kokoshnik headdresses and tiaras. For bejeweled dragon's eggs, I drew inspiration from Fabergé eggs. I will be willing to answer any questions about them further down the line.

Other than the crowns worn by successive Targaryen kings and the Valyrian steel swords Blackfyre and Dark Sister, many jewels and heirlooms could be found within the vaults of both Dragonstone and the Red Keep. Alas, many, if not all, of these treasures were lost during the wars that followed the Dance of the Dragons, or due to King Robert Baratheon’s follies.

One cannot begin without first turning one's attention to the diadems worn by the ladies of House Targaryen. Crafted out of finely forged Valyrian steel and formed in the shape of a crescent, these diadems were sometimes inlaid with gold. Visenya was the only noble woman of her house to favor one made purely out of Valyrian steel and without further adornment. Her sister, and in time, her brother’s other queen, favored both gold and Valyrian steel and adorned it with many jewels. These were first worn by both queens when they each turned ten and six, and they would go on to wear them when their brother and lord husband, Aegon the Conqueror, was declared king and lord protector of the seven kingdoms. In time, Queen Rhaenys’ diadem would be worn by successive queens during their anointing. Queen Visenya’s, on the other hand, was consigned to the vaults deep within the bowels of Dragonstone to appease both the nobles and the common folk alike.

There were other diadems and circlets as well. These were less ornate and were worn by the princesses of House Targaryen on their wedding day. Some were allowed to keep what was given to them as gifts, and others were returned to the vaults. The six brides of Maegor the Cruel were all gifted with diadems of their own, but each was reclaimed and returned to the vaults due to death or disgrace. Good queen Alysanne preferred a circlet over the heavier diadems. Hers was wrought of white gold with a single, flawless diamond in the center. Aemma Arryn, upon her wedding day, received a Valyrian steel diadem made to her measure, and it was adorned with both sapphires and diamonds to symbolize the colors of House Arryn.

While diamonds and sapphires and amethysts and even dragonglass were oft favored, rarer jewels that were created in the forges of Valyria were used as well, though sparingly. The art that went into the making of such stones was a jealously guarded secret, one that was taken to a watery grave when the doom claimed that fabled land. Brilliant dragon’s eye rubies make up the chief of such a rare hoard, along with purple opals with fiery gold and orange streaks that appear like dragon flames. A queen’s gems, they were called, and they were reserved only for the queen herself.

Besides priceless jewels, House Targaryen had within its possession many heirlooms. Dragon eggs that had turned to stone due to the passing of the ages were one. Tableaus and gods and great heroes carved out of the gold-veined Valyrian marble were another. Then there were the bejeweled trinkets crafted to look like dragon eggs. These were made from gold and silver and even Valyrian steel, and decorated with precious gems, motifs, and even colored glass.

A vast number of necklaces and cuffs and rings and many other adornments led to the swelling of this collection. And these were given to anyone who desired them, as they were made and procured with great ease. These were given as bride gifts to noble women that wed into the family, or as coming-of-age gifts to daughters that attain the age of ten and six. Nevertheless, these gifts were highly prized and were treated with great care more often than not.

It must also be mentioned that even the lords of House Targaryen indulged in adorning themselves, with Maegor the Cruel and Baelor the Blessed being two of only a handful of royals who refused to do so. These adornments came chiefly in the form of rings, medallion belts, and rings for their fingers and even their hair. The lords of Valyria of old saw no shame in wearing jewels and many of those who came to live on that dreary fortress called Dragonstone followed this notion as well. More than one Targaryen lord appeared at court bedecked in gold and jewels and Valyrian steel, and more than one noble lady (and, if the rumors were true, more than one noble lord as well) found themselves enchanted by the sight.

Such dazzling displays of wealth and power lasted only as long as House Targaryen did, and the realm has not seen the likes of such since it fell.

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