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Take My Breath Away XIII.

Summary:

A new Targaryen is born and Aegon does something stupid.

Warning(s): Language, Surprise Pregnancy, Time Skip, P in V Sex, Child Birth, Kiss, Realisation.

A.N - Features an Aegon POV.

Word Count: 4670

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @ammo23, @immyowndefender,

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“Where is he?” shouted Vaeryna.

“Who?” asked Rhaegar.

“Your father, I’m going to kill him” replied Vaeryna.

“H-He’s with the King” exclaimed Rhaegar.

Vaeryna turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving a stunned Rhaegar staring at his mother’s retreating form.

The walk to Aegon’s rooms wasn’t to far, but it was enough for Vaeryna to work herself up and by the time she reached her destination, she was ready to give Aemond a piece of her mind.

After she took a deep breath, Vaeryna didn’t bother to knock as she just shoved open the door and hastily looked around the room for the object of her ire.

“My love, what brings you here?”

“YOU” snarled Vaeryna.

“Oh gods, what have you done” exclaimed Aegon as he cautiously backed away from Vaeryna.

“I-I don’t know” muttered Aemond.

“Oh, you don’t know-how about I refresh your memory husband. That afternoon we spent in bed, and you said you was going to put another babe in me” replied Vaeryna.

“You don’t mean-“

“-Yes, I’ve just been to see the Maester, and he’s confirmed that I’m with child again” said Vaeryna, her amethyst eyes alight with fury.

“For the love of seven, another one?” gasped Aegon.

“Issa prūmia” whispered Aemond (My heart).

“Damn you with your big cock and fertile fucking seed” quipped Vaeryna.

“I feel like I should not be part of this conversation” muttered Aegon.

“This is all your fault” said Vaeryna.

“Me? I don’t think so-it’s super seed over here” replied Aegon gesturing to Aemond who held his hands up in mock surrender but couldn’t stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

“I don’t know exactly how this is your fault, but it is he’s your brother so there”.

“My love a child is a blessing from-“

“-Don’t even dare finish that sentence or I will have your tongue ripped out” said Vaeryna.

“As I recall, you were a willing participant in the creation of our child, you even agreed to let me put my seed in you multiple times” replied Aemond.

“I-I was in the throes of my peak I wasn’t truly aware-“ stuttered Vaeryna blushing.

“-So, you didn’t mean it when you said that I was the best lover you’ve ever had, and you wished that I could keep my cock stuffed inside you at all times?” said Aemond smirking.

“Oh, you-just shut up. Besides you’re the only lover I’ve had” snarked Vaeryna.

“Even after all these years of marriage, I still love it when you blush like a maiden” muttered Aemond as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“Is that all you love about me?” mused Vaeryna.

Aemond smiled and shook his head, he went to kiss Vaeryna but then he remembered that Aegon was there, staring at the two of them with a completely bewildered expression upon his face.

“You two are enough to drive a man to drink” muttered Aegon.

“Well, you already drink so how does that work?” replied Vaeryna as she began pressing gentle kisses to Aemond’s scared cheek.

“Hm ābrazȳrys” growled Aemond as Vaeryna lowered her mouth and began nipping and sucking his neck (Wife).

“Issa nēdenka zaldrīzes” whispered Vaeryna (My fierce dragon).

Aemond could feel himself growing hard in his breeches, his desire for his wife quickly roaring to life, coursing through every fibre of his being. He needed to regain control and fast otherwise he’d end up ravishing her right there.

“My love, we cannot do this here. L-Let us go to our chambers” whispered Aemond as he gently squeezed his wife’s rear.

“Then I suggest we make all haste husband; I seem to have developed a desire for you to Obūljagon issa toliot se gūrogon issa hen inkot” said Vaeryna (Bend me over and take me from behind).

“I know the language of our forebears as well you know” muttered Aegon as he pressed his hands over his ears.

“Come wife, let me sate your desire” said Aemond as he took Vaeryna’s hand and dragged her out of the room, leaving a slightly jealous and flustered Aegon in their wake.

The news of Vaeryna’s pregnancy was taken quite well.

It was important that all the children were informed and on board with the fact that they would have another sibling.

“How did the babe get in mama’s tummy?” asked Saeryna.

“Father put it in there” replied Jaehaeryn.

“How?”

“That’s a conversation for when your older” said Aemond frowning.

“Why?” asked Saeryna tilting her head to the side.

“Because you’re a little young at the moment” said Aemond closing his eye and taking a deep breath.

“But I am almost seven name days old” retorted Saeryna.

“Add another fifty million name days onto that and then I might think about telling you.”

“Oh, Kepa your being very silly” laughed Saeryna (Father).

“You know what else is silly?” asked Aemond smiling.

“No what?” asked Saeryna, her eyes wide.

“The tickle monster” exclaimed Aemond as he grabbed hold of Saeryna and began tickling her.

Saeryna’s delighted squeals of laughter echoed around the chamber and soon all of the younger children were set upon by the dangerous tickle monster.

Vaeryna loved watching Aemond with their children. His love for their family was boundless, and every day Vaeryna was thankful to have been blessed in such a manner.

Suddenly a knock at the door broke the tickle monsters reign of terror and Aegon appeared.

“UNCLE AEGON”

“Oh, my so many children at once” gasped Aegon as he was set upon by Saeryna and Caelee.

“Brother” said Aemond as he nodded politely.

“I guess the news of another babe was well received?” asked Aegon as he picked up Caelee and bounced her in his arms.

“Apart from Saeryna asking where babes come from and Jaehaeryn telling her that I put it in there” replied Aemond quietly.

“Well, he’s not wrong, you did put it in there-a lot from what I’ve heard”.

“Spying on me and my lady wife, are you?” asked Aemond narrowing his eye.

“Gods no. I like my skin attached to my body thank you-but I’ve heard you both a time or two that’s all. Mayhaps you should learn to be a bit quieter when you come” said Aegon smirking.

“Halt your vulgarity in from of my children” snapped Aemond as he hauled Caelee from Aegon’s arms and placed her on Jaehaera’s knee.

“Might want to make sure your wife covers up her neck then-I can see the love bites from here, gods brother you should really learn to be gentler”.

“-And you should learn when to close that mouth of yours” snapped Aemond.

“Where’s the fun in that?” exclaimed Aegon as he waltzed past Aemond and sat next to Jaehaera.

“Easy there father, if looks could kill,” said Rhaegar.

“Then my brother would be long dead, and I would free of his sarcastic attitude and punchable face” replied Aemond.

“Come, have some wine. Let us celebrate the new babe,” said Rhaegar.

“Hm” replied Aemond as he spied Daenerys huddled in the corner talking to Aegon the Younger.

“Relax. Their only talking” urged Vaeryna softly as she placed a hand on Aemond’s lower back.

“For now,” muttered Aemond.

“Mother, your neck” said Rhaegar quietly.

“Apologize son, it seems as though I was attacked by a mindless beast” replied Vaeryna.

“Mindless? I knew exactly what I was doing” exclaimed Aemond.

“I did not need to hear that-gods you two are so gross” gasped Rhaegar as he moved away from his parents.

“Is everything ok my love-you look a little pale”.

“I’m a Targaryen, I always look pale” said Vaeryna grimacing as her stomach churned.

“No, seriously you look-“

“-I-I’m going to be sick” exclaimed Vaeryna as she ran to the nearest vase and threw up.

“Mama sick” gasped Caelee nervously.

“It’s ok sweet girl, sometimes having a babe can make the mama’s sick” whispered Jaehaera.

“But your not sick” replied Caelee.

“Wait-what?” asked Vaeryna as she looked towards Jaehaera who blushed furiously.

“Oh, well I-I think that I might be with child” said Jaehaera softly.

“Really? That’s fantastic” said Vaeryna smiling before she threw up again.

“I-I’m going to be a father?” asked Rhaegar as he took Jaehaera’s hand.

“We need to have it confirmed my the Maester” replied Jaehaera softly.

“Another baby” shrieked Vharla.

“Will that make me an uncle?” asked Aerys.

“Yes, it will” said Jaehaera smiling.

“My love, this is wonderful” said Rhaegar smiling.

“I’m going to be a grandsire” muttered Aemond scowling at Aegon the Younger who snickered.

“-Who’s about to have another child. Easy their gramps-wouldn’t want you to break a hip or anything” said Aegon holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“You’re going to be a grandsire too you insufferable twat” spat Aemond.

“Shit, your right” exclaimed Aegon.

This was definitely her last babe.

Vaeryna had felt awful for the entirety of her term, the sickness was incomprehensible, and the back ache was dreadful.

There were of course rare days where she could actually walk around without feeling like her spine was about to disintegrate and on those days Vaeryna would sit with Jaehaera and the younger children in the gardens and enjoy the sun.

Ever since she discovered that she was with child, Jaehaera would often lean on Vaeryna for support, as she was incredibly nervous.

Not to mention Rhaegar at the age of six and ten was also a bag of nerves and would regularly consult with his father on how to support his lady wife during her labours.

Aemond of course was on hand to assuage any fears his oldest son had and would often provide him some much-needed advice.

Even Alicent in her advancing years was on hand to offer her aide, although her ramblings about the faith of the seven often left Rhaegar with a headache, so he tended to avoid spending too much time in his grandmothers presence.

Saeryna of course still followed Aegon everywhere and Vharla had take a shine to her other uncle Aegon and they would often be spotted in each other’s company, which pleased Vaeryna greatly.

Aerys and Jaehaeryn were of course thick as thieves and would find themselves in bother, whether it was with the kitchen staff for stealing sweets or the septas for skipping their lessons.

Daenerys was the only one of her children who seemed tolerant of her grandmothers lectures on faith and duty, and would often spend hours in her company, but as it turned out she was only tolerant because she would stick cotton wool in her ears to drown out the sound of Alicent’s voice, a trick apparently her uncle Aegon taught her when she was a child.

Aemond of course was not amused when he found out and almost gave his brother a damn good thrashing before Daenerys intervened.

Of course, Aemond had other matters to attend too.

“Gods when will this end” groused Vaeryna as Aemond rubbed her swollen stomach.

“I’m sorry your so uncomfortable my love” whispered Aemond.

“This is the last one Aemond. I cannot do this anymore” mumbled Vaeryna.

“You have given me seven children-soon to be eight, there will be no more babes after this”.

“I love you very much you know” said Vaeryna softly.

“-And I love you my beautiful wife” muttered Aemond as he began pressing soft kisses to her swollen stomach.

“Aemond” moaned Vaeryna.

“Is there something you need my sweet?” asked Aemond.

“Y-You-I need you to help get this babe out of me” exclaimed Vaeryna as Aemond carefully manoeuvred her onto her side and laid behind her.

“As you wish” replied Aemond, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he took hold of his hard cock and pressed it into her warm wet folds.

“Oh, gods Aemond. Yes, right there” moaned Vaeryna as she pushed back against him.

“My wife, my love” gasped Aemond as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Usually, their love making was passionate and all consuming, but today it was gentle and sweet.

Aemond delighted in the little moans his wife would make as she approached her peak, her pregnancy had made her more sensitive and Aemond relished every opportunity he had to be inside his willing wife.

“P-Please, husband. I-I’m going to-“ exclaimed Vaeryna.

Aemond pressed his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder and groaned as he felt her cunny clenching around him.

“That’s it, my love. Come for me” moaned Aemond as he pressed a finger to Vaeryna’s pearl and began stroking it in tandem with his thrusts.

“Oh, gods Aemond, don’t stop. Please don’t stop” begged Vaeryna.

“Yes wife-“ gasped Aemond as he felt his own peak approaching.

“-AEMOND” screamed Vaeryna as she exploded.

“FUCK” roared Aemond as he spilled rope after rope of seed inside her.

“I love you so fucking much” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“-Love you too my Idañnykeā perzys” replied Aemond softly (Twin flame).

“ōños hen issa glaeson” replied Vaeryna (Light of my life).

“-Should you be here?” asked Aegon.

“Aemond is flying with Vhagar, and I wanted some company” replied Vaeryna as she braced her weight on the table and slowly sat down.

“You look like your about to pop at any moment” said Aegon.

“Oh, believe me I know. I’ve tried everything to get the babe out-walking, spicy food, I even tried some rank tea that Maester Munkun suggested and nothing” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“-Have you and Aemond-you know?”

“I’ve taken his cock everyday sometimes more than once; in every position I can manage and still nothing” said Vaeryna.

“Thanks for that vivid depiction” muttered Aegon.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy the thought” quipped Vaeryna smirking.

“You know most wives would feel uncomfortable knowing that someone else lusts after their husband” retorted Aegon as he took a sip of wine.

“I’m not like most wives; besides I know Aemond would never stick his cock in another person-not without my consent anyway” said Vaeryna.

“Your not wrong there, I’ve never known a man be so cuntstruck”.

“It’s called being in love” said Vaeryna.

“As much as I think of you both-I know nothing would ever come of it”.

“Wait-what did you just say?” asked Vaeryna.

“N-Nothing” stammered Aegon.

“Y-You said both-” replied Vaeryna her eyes going wide as a sharp pain shot across her stomach.

“I-Is everything ok?”.

“The babe is coming” gasped Vaeryna as the was a sudden rush of water between her legs.

“W-We need to get the Maester” exclaimed Aegon as he sprang out of his chair.

“Just remain calm-oh fuck” shrieked Vaeryna as a series of contractions tore across her stomach.

“W-What should I do” exclaimed Aegon.

“I-I need you to help me” exclaimed Vaeryna as she doubled over in pain.

“Y-Yes I’ll help you to your chambers” replied Aegon as he helped Vaeryna to stand up.

“N-No, it’s coming-now I can feel it” urged Vaeryna.

“Surely it cannot come this fast” grumbled Aegon.

“I-It is coming that fast, Aegon I-I need you to help me take off my small clothes”.

“I’m not entirely comfortable with that” muttered Aegon.

“STOP BEING A GIRL AND FUCKING HELP ME” yelled Vaeryna.

“This is not the way I envisioned taking off your small clothes” replied Aegon as he reached under Vaeryna’s skirt.

“What?” gasped Vaeryna.

“N-Nothing” said Aegon quickly discarding his good sister’s small clothes.

“I need you to look” urged Vaeryna as she sunk to the floor and pressed her back against the wall.

“I-I don’t want to see that”.

“JUST FUCKING LOOK” balled Vaeryna as another contraction ripped across her stomach.

Aegon let out a small whimper of protest as he descended to his knees and slowly looked between Vaeryna’s open legs.

“What can you see?”

“I-I think I see the head and there’s some other stuff that I’m going to pretend I don’t see-oh gods this is so gross, I should not be seeing you in this way” said Aegon grimacing.

Gods, how did his absolute twat of a brother manage to do this seven times? How he managed to remain steadfast at his wife’s side as she birthed their babes was something Aegon would never know.

“I don’t have anyone else. P-Please Aegon, don’t leave me” cried Vaeryna as Aegon began backing away from her, his face even paler than usual.

“I-I’m not sure I’m the right person for this” replied Aegon.

“Please, I need you” begged Vaeryna.

Aegon shook like a leaf as he watched his good sister cry, the tears rolled down her sweat drenched face and something inside him shifted into place, she needed him, even if Aemond would more than likely skin him alive, he couldn’t leave her. Not now.

“I’m not leaving you” said Aegon sternly.

“I want AEMOND” screamed Vaeryna.

“You and me both” quipped Aegon, oh why did Aemond have to go flying with Vhagar today, the selfish prick could have waited.

“I-Is it coming?” asked Vaeryna as she took a deep breath and pushed.

Aegon steeled himself for what he was about to see and prayed to the seven that Aemond would not inflict momentous amounts of pain upon him for what he was about to see.

“Yes, the babe is coming-you’re doing amazing, keep pushing, that’s it” said Aegon.

“I-I’m not sure I can do it anymore” huffed Vaeryna.

“You can do this, you are blood of the dragon, not some weakling mouse. NOW PUSH”

Vaeryna took a deep breath and pushed with every ounce of strength she still possessed.

“The head is out-oh gods it’s so disgusting, but keep going, you’re doing great” said Aegon, grimacing as his stomach churned. Oh boy did he regret consuming that pitcher of wine earlier.

Vaeryna nodded and with one final push, the babe arrived with a wet squelch.

“It’s a boy” shrieked Aegon excitedly as he pulled of his loose cotton shirt and wrapped it around the crying babe.

“I-Is he ok?” asked Vaeryna as he held out her arms expectantly.

“He’s crying well-so I think he’s ok” replied Aegon as he handed the squalling pink babe to Vaeryna, who sobbed with happiness.

Aegon couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward to press a kiss to Vaeryna’s cheek but at the last moment she turned to face him, and his lips pressed against hers.

“S-Sorry I shouldn’t have done that-“ stuttered Aegon as he pulled away in a panic.

“It was an accident-” said Vaeryna softly.

“-Yes-an accident” retorted Aegon quickly, knowing full well that whilst it may have been an accident on her part, it certainly wasn’t on his.

He’d got caught up in the emotion of the situation they were in and something crazy had taken hold of him.

He had fully intended on kissing her, oh gods Aemond was going to kill him.

“T-Thank you for being here, I couldn’t have done this without you” said Vaeryna smiling.

“It’s ok. Just don’t ever ask me to do it again” replied Aegon quietly.

Suddenly the door flew open and Aemond appeared, out of breath and looking flustered.

“It’s about fucking time” snapped Aegon.

“Y-You had t-the babe” exclaimed Aemond in amazement as he knelt down next to Vaeryna.

“No shit” mumbled Aegon.

“It’s a boy” said Vaeryna, her face lit up as she smiled.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond as he gently stroked his newborn son’s tuft of silver hair.

“I am, thanks to Aegon” said Vaeryna quietly as she gently laid her head on Aemond’s shoulder.

“Thank you, brother,”

“Your welcome” replied Aegon, trying to ignore the odd feelings stirring within him as he gazed at Vaeryna. Their brief kind of accidental kiss was still playing on his mind.

“What shall we call our son?” asked Aemond as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s sweaty forehead.

“Aegar. In honour of his uncle” replied Vaeryna softly.

“A-Are you serious?” exclaimed Aegon, his eyes filling with tears.

“If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know what I would have done” said Vaeryna.

Aegon smiled widely as Maester Munkun finally arrived and the rest of Vaeryna and Aemond’s children appeared, standing at the doorway eagerly waiting for permission to meet their new sibling.

“Come meet Aegar” breathed Aemond proudly as Vaeryna placed their tiny son in his arms.

As Maester Munkun examined Vaeryna and helped her deliver the after birth, which totally grossed Aegon out even more than seeing his good siter give birth, Aemond took Aegar over to his older siblings who immediately began to melt at the tiny bundle in his arms.

“He’s so tiny” whispered Daenerys in awe.

“Congratulations, both of you” said Aegon the Younger.

“He looks like you father” said Rhaegar as he manoeuvred Caelee in his arms so she could meet her new brother.

“No, he doesn’t he looks like an old raisin” said Jaehaeryn.

“Boy are you serious?” asked Aemond.

“Sorry father” muttered Jaehaeryn.

“Oh well done he’s perfect” cooed Jaehaera as she ran a hand along her own swollen stomach.

“I love him already” said Vharla sweetly.

“Can I hold him?” asked Aerys.

“Maybe later ok, remember he’s only just been born, he’ll need feeding soon” replied Aemond softly.

“Would you be able to help take the Princess back to your chambers?” asked Maester Munkun.

“I’ll carry her-Aegon take my son and don’t drop him” said Aemond.

“As if I would” snapped Aegon as he took Aegar into his arms.

Aemond bent down and lifted Vaeryna into his arms, her head rested on his shoulder as she closed her eyes, a small smile on her face.

“Right come on you lots let’s give mother and father some privacy” said Rhaegar as he shooed his siblings out the room.

“But I want to see that baby more” whined Saeryna.

“You can see him on the morrow, sweet girl remember that mother will be tired and Aegar needs to be fed, it’s been a busy day” said Daenerys softly.

“Ok but I want to sew him a teddy, one that looks like a dragon”.

“That sounds wonderful-can I help?” asked Jaehaera.

“Yes, you can and Aerys too” replied Saeryna sweetly.

“Ha-tough luck baby brother” laughed Jaehaeryn.

“-And you can come with me to inform grandmother of her new grandson,” said Rhaegar.

“Rhaegar-no, she’ll talk about the seven” moaned Jaehaeryn.

“Should have thought about that before you opened your mouth-fathers right your too much like uncle Aegon” retorted Rhaegar.

“Which one?”

“Enough-now” snapped Rhaegar as he seized Jaehaeryn by the scruff of the neck and marched him down the corridor.

“Is everything ok brother?” asked Aemond.

“W-What?” asked Aegon.

“You seem a little out of sorts” replied Aemond.

“I’ve seen things today that I wish to forget” muttered Aegon, his accidental-on purpose kiss with Vaeryna kept playing on a loop in his mind.

“Are you sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

“I-I did something really stupid and now-“

“-Husband, I’m ready to get out the bath” said Vaeryna.

“I need to help Vaeryna, wait there and we can talk after-watch Aegar will you” exclaimed Aemond as he gave his brother one last look of concern before he disappeared into the separate bathing chamber.

Aegon sat on next to the crib that Aegar was currently asleep in, and he looked down at his newly born nephew, the beginnings of an unfamiliar feeling blooming in his chest.

He felt truly honoured to have his nephew named after him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Vaeryna.

Their accidental-on purpose kiss had been brief, but Aegon could still remember the feeling of her soft lips upon his.

He’d once confessed that he loved her as his good sister, but over the years as their friendship developed more so had his feelings, sure he had a curiosity about Aemond who wouldn’t, the guy was stunningly beautiful, but his wife gods she was something else.

He wasn’t a very good King and he spent most of his days drunk, but Vaeryna never treated him any less for it, she always spoke to him with unfailing honesty and compassion, she was different from all the women he usually surrounded himself with.

Sure, he was heavily scared below the waist, and he couldn’t sire children anymore but that didn’t stop him from indulging in the pleasures of the flesh from time to time, only his most trusted and favourite whores were invited to keep him company, two females and one male, paid handsomely of course. They were perhaps the richest whores in all of Kings Landing.

Granted he didn’t actually indulge with his male whore all that much, it was more of an itch that needed scratching every so often. It was the females he spent the most time with, they were soft and sweet and sometimes he would close his eyes and pretend that the whore riding him was Vaeryna.

He often felt sick afterwards, much like he did when he would fantasize that the male whore was his brother, he knew Targaryen’s had queer customs, that fact never bothered him it was that he lusted after two people who were so deeply in love with one another that they would never even so much as cast anyone a second look.

Given how their relationship began, Aegon never would have imagined that this is where his brother and Vaeryna would end up, but here they were-happy, in love and here he was kissing a woman who’d just birthed a babe.

Gods there must be something wrong with him, surely doing that wasn’t normal.

Suddenly Aegar gave a little squeak and Aegon lurched forward to check his nephew, who had begun to stir.

“Come on little one; don’t cry” whispered Aegon as he lifted the babe into his arms and began rocking him gently.

Aegar whimpered for a moment before he quietened down and fell back to sleep, Aegon smiled as he gazed at his sweet little nephew.

For the briefest of moments, he allowed himself to sink into the delusion that this was his son, his silver haired little boy and that Vaeryna as his wife, but before he could drown, he was snapped out of his reverie by the reappearance of Aemond who had an arm wrapped around Vaeryna’s waist as she hobbled across the room.

“I-Is he ok?” asked Vaeryna as she slipped into bed.

“I think he might be getting hungry” replied Aegon as he reluctantly passed Aegar to his father.

“I did wonder” mused Vaeryna as she began undoing the laces of her shift.

“You know I think I’ll take my leave-you need your rest and well I-I need a drink” said Aegon looking at the ceiling.

“Thank you for today Aegon, I couldn’t have done any of it without you”.

“Don’t mention it” replied Aegon still looking at the ceiling.

“He’s latched on well hasn’t he-“ said Aemond softly.

“Definitely his fathers son with how quick he took to the nipple” laughed Vaeryna.

Aegon cringed as his brother and Vaeryna continued to talk about breasts and nipples and for fuck sake he had to get out of there.

“I’ll go now-mayhaps I will see you both at some point tomorrow” gasped Aegon.

“Didn’t you want to tell me something earlier-“

“NO-I mean it’s nothing, I’ll see-speak to you tomorrow” replied Aegon as he turned on his heel and left the room.

As soon as he returned to his chambers, he poured himself a generous cup of wine, and flopped onto the sofa.

“Y-Your Grace, are you in need of anything further tonight?”

Aegon paused for a moment, unsure of what to say, part of him just wanted to consume enough wine that he forgot his own name and the other part wanted to summon his favourite whores.

In the end he decided to have both.

“Send for Nessa and Markus and bring me some more wine” said Aegon.

“Y-Yes Your Grace”.

The bells of Kings Landing could be heard ringing in the distance in celebration of the birth of a new Targaryen Prince.

If tonight was about celebration, then Aegon was determined to make it one to remember.

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martellspear · 4 months

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We don't know the entire story yet, so it's impossible to make a judgement like you're doing.

I'd argue that Elia was in fact in on all of Rhaegar's schemes to bring about prophecy. They both knew she couldn't have anymore kids, and so she allowed him to seek out a woman who could...Lyanna.

A crown prince must have more than 2 kids, Elia failed her only purpose. No wonder Rhaegar turned to Lyanna.

I mean, Dorne seems OK with anything so long as there's an agreement between all parties involved.

Robert didn't love any of the women he slept with. His vows meant nothing.

Rhaegar meant everything. He cared for Elia and his children, but also seemed to be in love with Lyanna. His vows had meaning, even if they were interpreted differently.

Hi, anon. I'll assume you've read "tolerate it" and that's what made you come here.

We don't know much about them but I highly doubt Elia was 100% on board with everything. I think he shared some aspects of the prophecy but can you, honestly, tell me that she would take part in the most humiliating moment of her life? Willingly?

"Jon Arryn and Robert and Lord Hunter joking a moment before what was happening dawned on them, Ned watching as Rhaegar was about to stop in front of his sister, mad Aerys glowering in the distance, Elia stiff-backed and trying to act as if nothing was wrong, Jon Connington probably looking vaguely sad, and so on." — source

That's what Paolo Puggioni, an artist George hired, said the author himself told him.

One of my darling moots put in words, better than I would ever be able to, thoughts about Elia and the polyamory relationship some people like to insert her into, you can read it here.

Yes, Elia could be accepting and supportive of others who do it, it's their life. But she's the Crown Prince's wife and future queen. Why would she even consider adding one more person to their relationship? Especially knowing the consequences of those? And not only for her personal life and her children; think about Dorne, the Stormlands and the North's reaction to such insult and pair it up with everything the war cost (Brandon and Rickard died before it even truly started). "But with Rhaegar being king-" George has made clear how fragile monarchy in Westeros actually is.

Elia would put her children in a dangerous position if she not only fully agreed to Rhaegar's plans but also welcomed Lyanna and his bastard. Additionally, I'd love it if you could point it out for me where it says a crown prince can't have only two children (seriously, I'd like to know). Elia gave him two healthy kids and it almost cost her her life, she didn't fail anything.

(consider this to be about book!rhaegar and lyanna; my thoughts on their show version couldn't be more different)

I don't think Rhaegar loved Lyanna at all. And sometimes it honestly felt like he'd rather if she died after giving birth. She was a means to an end. Personally, I believe he manipulated her and then either kept information from her (she wouldn't stay if she knew what happened to her brother and father) or kept her there against her will; two disgusting scenarios. Rhaegar was obsessed with the prophecy, he changed his entire lifestyle for it. If it was love, he could've abandoned his crown and gone to Essos 🤷🏻‍♀️.

If Elia was aware, why wasn't she in Dorne and completely safe? Why didn't Oberyn know of this? "No, but he goes after the Lannisters-" he wanted justice. Even if the person who set them up was Rhaegar, the one who gave the order was Tywin and the one who did it was his beast. Aerys and Rhaegar were not people he could go after, maybe in his afterlife.

More importantly, and I'll be repeating myself here, it doesn't matter if she loved Rhaegar or not or how deeply she did it. Rhaegar's bastard is a direct threat to her children and their future and I doubt Elia - or anyone who hasn't lost their wits - would happily comply with that.

I have done nothing but gathering information and filling voids, what most do in this fandom tbh. There's little we know of how it was like but Rhaegar did hurt Elia again and again; and I do believe he was fond of her, which only makes things worse.

I don't have to know his thoughts to know that some of his actions were disrespectful, hurtful and disgusting; Elia doesn't have to agree or be aware of his plans for crowing another woman QoL&B (and later run away with her) to be humiliating.

Rhaegar, and Rhaegar alone, handled everything with all the sensitive and grace of a reversing dump truck.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #elia martell #oberyn martell #anti lyanna x rhaegar #anti rhaelya #rhaegar targaryen #chatterbox nia

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dracodazaii · 15 days

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im sorry but i can never be a lyanna stan guys.

just lemme explain.

obviously this is only if she willingly went w rhaegar

To begin with, the situation in its simplest form is that Rhaegar and Elia are married, amicable yet not in love, and Rhaegar runs off with Lyanna, causing chaos to ensue amongst the realm.

Even if no war occured and everything was fine, how can Lyanna try to justify running away with a married man, especially on the way to her brothers wedding which feels very selfish, even if Brandon didn’t want to marry Cat, like she still ruined their wedding day.

Not to mention, that running with Rhaegar meant that shes inserted herself into his marriage which is Elia’s place. How nonsensical it is to run away with a married man and somehow marry him!

There’s two routes people go to justify it, and I’ll explain why I think they suck:

1) E-R-L is a polygamous marriage: This is not appeasable to the realm at all! Nobody will accept that. The only reason Aegon+Rhaenys+Visenya were accepted was because they were conquering Westeros, and like you can’t say shit about the guys conquering you!! Also the Targs were on thin ice then, and Maegor also tried, and look what happened afterwards!

2) E-R was annulled and R-L are married: I don’t think this is reasonable at all. Considering that Rhaegar is only HEIR, just like Daemon, for example. Both wanted annulments and both need the permission from the King and/or High Septon, but also considering how the likes of Aegon IV couldn’t annul his own marriage, do you really think a measly heir could?! At least in Daemon’s situation, he had no children, but as Aegon IV and Rhaegar both had kids (Elia giving birth twice in 3 years) theres no grounds for annulment, and it would disinherit his children potentially anyway, or even start a second Dance. As soon as you have a second wife, whether polygamous, annulled or dead first wife, war will be almost inevitable between the potential heirs.

Also Ik its not possible.. but can we stop with the E/R/L shipping in a serious manner (crackship is fine but in canon is 😐)

Like genuinely thinking mid-20s Elia would want to romance a 14 year old girl, would be fine with her husband romancing said 14 year old, or join in together, is so crazy to me. Like, yes Rhaegar is very much in the pedo-realm but why would Elia also follow suit??!

And like not to be a huge Robert Baratheon stan here (i hate GOT era him) but you can’t deny that it is the rebellion+it’s repercussions on his life, that change him so heavily into this twisted abusive, pedo man. He was not a great guy pre-rebellion, he slept around, was loud and rowdy, but I feel like you can’t really say that Lyanna somehow predicted that he would be this abusive evil man, tbh it seems like she just disliked his promiscuity which is valid, but in doing the same to Elia, her point gets invalidated in my eyes.

Also next point is the age-situation.

Now i know that obviously in a real life situation, a 14 year old girl is at no blame for the groomer actions of the adult…. however just look at how GRRM perceives this. like not as an “oh medieval girls married at 14, its fine” because they were still mentally children… but i mean how GRRM perceives relationships akin to R-L and characters by Lyannas age in ASOIAF-verse.

Ok so GRRM thinks R-L is romantic, which means that the groomer undertones aren’t necessarily meant to be there, and its meant to be more of a Romeo-Juliet situation (which heavily fucked over Romeos girl Rosaline ie Elia). He also believes Dany-Drogo and San-San is healthy, so I don’t think age heavily affects characters romantic feeling and actions much then.

Then if we see character Lyanna’s age, they’re treated as adults (yes some do have child impulses but overall adults). You have Robb acting impulsively like a kid, but ultimately being treated as an adult and being killed. I feel like even though they have kid impulses, they’re meant to get adult consequences for their actions.

Also ages as a whole is fucked up in ASOIAF in comparison to real world, like you have baby Rickon Stark going feral in Skagos, you have 3 year old Joffrey Velaryon/Strong squaring up to Aemond, and you even have 11 year old Benjicott Blackwood being an absolute beast of a warrior when in the real-world, he’d be just a kid, useless in defence.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #anti rhaegar x lyanna #lyanna stark bashing #elia martell #rhaegar targaryen #rhaegar targaryen bashing #lyanna stark #a song of ice and fire #got #elia martell deserved better

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 2 months

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I know there's already been a lot of complaints about GOT's Rhaegar and Lyanna. But, I finally finished my GOT's rewatch, and I was just thinking this whole scene: what the fuck is this dress?

This show became known for its costumes. I mean, look at Cersei's dresses! Margaery is almost always slaying, and Dany looks majestic (minus the low effort Dothraki outfits, but we aren't going to go into that). But by the last few seasons everything just fell off (not just the writing lol). The main part of that is they got a new costume designer (I think anyway).

But this dress specifically just really pisses me off. Lyanna has become such a legendary character by the end of the show, so why is so little effort put into her? Her dress is so plain and boring, not even in a way that could communicate how she ran away, it's just lazy. They do nothing to incorporate the important symbols of her story (like the blue rose) aside from some leaves.

Speaking of the leaves, that collar thing is hideous. It looks like something a celebrity would were to the met gala, and not in a good way. Like I can practically feel it pulling on her hair. It just looks ridiculous and not even trying to be in the fantasy aesthetic.

I think this outfit is emblematic of how little effort they put into Lyanna's character. She has massive impact on the story from beyond the grave, yet she's just reduced to the dead mom of the hero. Her rejection of social norms and traditional femininity is glossed over, along with her actual personality.

This makes sense with how the show treats non-conforming women. Acknowledging and portraying Lyanna as she is in the books would undermine their efforts to demonize nontraditional women. It would also require them to make the parallels between Lyanna and Arya.

By the time of the flashback, D&D have solidified Sansa as their favorite Stark. So putting any effort into Arya's storyline and character would take away from the gratuitous spotlight on Sansa. Actually making Lyanna into a realistic person would detract from the borderline psychopath Arya narrative.

In conclusion: I hate the dress, I hate what D&D did to Lyanna, and I hate GOT.

#lyanna stark #anti got #anti d&d #arya stark

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IMO, If there is one person Jon Snow is going to be most affected by after learning about R+L=J, it's going to be his mother Lyanna and not the men - Ned or Rhaegar. He's going to be shaken to his core knowing the truth of his mother.

The mother he keeps hoping to remember. The mother he thinks of when he sees his siblings get a mother's love. The mother he wants Ned to tell him about. The mother he dreams about - who she was, where she was, did she love him?

"Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure." "I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said. - - Jon, AGoT

"The Watch has need of every man it can get," Donal Noye said when they were alone. "Even men like Toad. You won't win any honors killing him." Jon's anger flared. "He said my mother was—" "—a whore. I heard him. What of it? Words won't make your mother a whore. She was what she was, and nothing Toad says can change that. You know, we have men on the Wall whose mothers were whores." Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind. - Jon, AGoT

Your half brothers, a voice inside reminded him. And Lady Stark, who will not welcome you. There was no place for him in Winterfell, no place in King's Landing either. Even his own mother had not had a place for him. The thought of her made him sad. He wondered who she had been, what she had looked like, why his father had left her. Because she was a whore or an adulteress, fool. Something dark and dishonorable, or else why was Lord Eddard too ashamed to speak of her? - Jon , AGoT

"They were as close as brothers, once." Jon wondered if Joffrey would keep his father as the King's Hand. It did not seem likely. That might mean Lord Eddard would return to Winterfell, and his sisters as well. He might even be allowed to visit them, with Lord Mormont's permission. It would be good to see Arya's grin again and to talk with his father. I will ask him about my mother, he resolved. I am a man now, it is past time he told me. Even if she was a whore, I don't care, I want to know. - Jon, AGoT

"But it's a lie," Jon insisted. How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he? He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name. - Jon, AGoT

The Old Bear shrugged. "A boy king … I imagine he'll listen to his mother. A pity the dwarf isn't with them. He's the lad's uncle, and he saw our need when he visited us. It was a bad thing, your lady mother taking him captive—" "Lady Stark is not my mother," Jon reminded him sharply. Tyrion Lannister had been a friend to him. If Lord Eddard was killed, she would be as much to blame as the queen. - Jon, AGoT

The old man seemed to sense his doubts. "Tell me, Jon, if the day should ever come when your lord father must needs choose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other, what would he do?" Jon hesitated. He wanted to say that Lord Eddard would never dishonor himself, not even for love, yet inside a small sly voice whispered, He fathered a bastard, where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of his duty to her, he will not even say her name. "He would do whatever was right," he said … ringingly, to make up for his hesitation. "No matter what." - Jon, AGoT

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. - Jon, AGoT

I have no place, Jon wanted to say, I'm a bastard, I have no rights, no name, no mother, and now not even a father. The words would not come. "I don't know." - Jon, AGoT

Soon they were high enough so that looking down was best not considered. There was nothing below but yawning blackness, nothing above but moon and stars. "The mountain is your mother," Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. "Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won't drop you." Jon had made a joke of it, saying how he'd always wondered who his mother was, but never thought to find her in the Frostfangs. It did not seem nearly so amusing now. One step and then another, he thought, clinging tight. - Jon, ACoK

"I am." "Who was your mother?" "Some woman. Most of them are." Someone had said that to him once. He did not remember who. - Jon, ACoK

She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. "And she never sung you the song o' the winter rose?" "I never knew my mother. Or any such song." - Jon, ACoK

"If you kill a man, and never mean t', he's just as dead," Ygritte said stubbornly. Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. - Jon, ASoS

Was this how it was for my father? he wondered. Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother's bed? - Jon, ASoS

They shared the same sleeping skins every night, and he went to sleep with her head against his chest and her red hair tickling his chin. The smell of her had become a part of him. Her crooked teeth, the feel of her breast when he cupped it in his hand, the taste of her mouth . . . they were his joy and his despair. Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him, wondering if his lord father had felt this confused about his mother, whoever she had been. - Jon, ASoS

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body . . . and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted. He wondered if his father had been torn the same way, when he'd left Jon's mother to return to Lady Catelyn. - Jon, ASoS

Jon has a mother. Wylla, her name is Wylla. She would need to remember so she could tell him, the next time she saw him.- Arya, ASoS

And knowing that, yes, he had a mother who loved him dearly and made Ned promise to take care of him on her deathbed is going to profoundly affect him and he is going to be bag of emotions!!

That he could visit her in the crypts of Winterfell, that she is buried there - his mother!! Hope we are still getting a Jon Snow POV after death/resurrection/becoming a king because GRRM writing this stuff?

#Jon Snow #Lyanna Stark

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gwenllian-in-the-abbey · 2 months

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Moar haterism. 🔪 #25

#25 Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing:

Thank you Branwen for indulging me. I have the perfect one for this because it's stupid and dumb and it drives me absolutely crazy every time someone brings it up. Am I actually going to bat for the show, for once? Yes I am!

If you visit the HotD subreddit at all, you'll see a thread every couple weeks or so bitching about the so-called "plothole" that was created when Criston was not punished for killing Joffrey Lonmouth, and every single time it will have hundreds of people in the comments going on about how it made so much more sense in the book because it was a tourney, and how it's so unrealistic that Viserys/Rhaenyra/Corlys/Laenor/Rhaenys did not demand Criston's head for killing poor Joffrey, the sworn sword of Laenor (sworn sword is always emphasized, like this is a big fucking deal). So let's break this down, and figure out who exactly is putting their neck out for the Knight of Kisses.

First of all, House Lonmouth are some second or third tier Stormlands nobodies (I looked up House Lonmouth before I called them nobodies and look at their coat of arms. lmao.)

Deeply unserious. Anyway. The most notable Lonmouths are notable for being friends of Laenor and Rhaegar. So yeah. This is a coattail rider house, not big movers and shakers. I'm sure mom and dad Lonmouth are not happy about their son getting his face bashed in at a betrothal ceremony, but it was a kingsguard who did the bashing, and they're just a nobody house from the Stormlands. The queen sends a purse for funeral expenses along with the body and says sorry for your loss. Are they going to travel to King's Landing and press the issue, pick a fight with the queen, and accuse a Kingsguard of treachery? A kingsguard who has after all taken a holy oath to defend the king, and who claims your son was threatening the princess? Probably not. You have a good cry and try to put it behind you.

That leaves Rhaenyra, Laenor, Viserys, and Corlys. So let's examine them, one by one.

Rhaenyra feels bad for Laenor. He's really upset, and she's shocked that Cole did such a thing, but she is also kind of nervous. Cole has a secret about her that could get both her and Cole killed, and if Cole is facing execution for murder, he might just let that secret out. After all, if there's going to be an investigation, Cole will be questioned. She's also eyeing the queen a bit suspiciously. And why is Alicent all of a sudden sticking her neck out for Cole? Could he have told her? It's a bit suspicious, she's keeping her mouth shut.

Laenor? He's heartbroken! He loved Joffrey! They were about to have the perfect setup, and then Cole ruined it. But... his dad is glaring at him with his, "you better not fuck this up face," and he's always been a bit spineless when it comes to standing up to old pops. And he knows Joffrey must have said something to Cole to set him off, which means Cole probably knows. If he accuses Cole, will dad back him up? He doesn't have any leverage on his own, he's just the heir, not the actual Lord of the Tides.

And Corlys? Corlys wants to slip Cole a purse as a thankyou. He was so worried that his son was going to flaunt his lover at court and cause a scandal. He was already having nightmares about the whispering people would do, especially if Rhaenyra failed to produce an heir. He doesn't know why Cole killed Joffrey, but he can hazard a guess. He's glad Alicent wants to sweep the whole thing under the rug. Rhaenys feels bad for her son, but she agrees with Corlys. And really, it was foolish to bring Joffrey to this event. What was Laenor thinking?

And finally, Viserys? Alicent told him she wanted to spare Cole, and clearly there's something more to the story, but he's not really all that interested in digging into it. He feels sorry for the family, so when Alicent asks if she can send them a purse for the funeral expenses, he agrees. He's heard rumors about Laenor's preferences, and and he certainly doesn't want this to be a big deal. Is Laenor going to make it a big deal? Cole was Rhaenyra's sworn sword too. Fishy. In fact, better move up the wedding so that this incident doesn't blow up into something bigger to derail the match. He needs this match to go through. Also, we all know that cops can get away with killing people for much less reason, and that's in our world with a supposedly impartial third party justice system. Westeros doesn't have that. There's no DA, no state to bring charges, no independent trial by jury. If you want justice, you have to seek it and no one is seeking justice for poor Joffrey.

And for people who say that this needed to be spelled out? What do you want, exactly, a scene in which Corlys looks into the camera and goes, "sure glad my kid's lover is dead and not around to fuel the gossip." Lord. Just use context clues. Alicent covered it up and no one followed up because Joffrey was a nobody from the Stormlands, Laenor was gay, and Cole knew all their secrets. It was in everyone's interest to sweep it under the rug, and so they did. You can prefer the book version, but this is not a plothole, it's not something that needs to be explained, it's FINE.

#no seriously you don't know how many times i've seen this argument #criston cole #laenor velaryon #hotd uncritical #for once

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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i love your writings, i love reading dom!reader fics so much and your sub!viserys III fic was so😫😫😫 can you write more stuff with dom!reader/sub!viserys?

TA-DA!!! Lmk how you liked it :)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This is a big ole AU where roberts rebellion doesn’t occur and Rhaegar took over. Henceforth Arianne marries Viserys

Tags: Open relationships, sub!Viserys III, afab sex worker reader, bi reader, implied relationship w Arianne Martell, pnv!sex, Viserys is a bottom who tries to be top and fails miserably, man tearsssss

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Arianne’s big brown eyes stared into your own quizzical orbs. She hummed in that lilting accent of hers, “Can you make it work or no? Gods know he’s temperamental. She lounged on the bed in your room, clad in a silky dress. Your gaze studied her curvy body, distracting any thoughts.

The Dornish princess wanted you, a whore she employed, to fuck her husband. For reasons unknown. Prince Viserys was handsome but by all accounts a complete arse. You sighed, “Why do you exactly want me to seduce your husband?”

Her full lips split into a smile. “Because he needs it. I think some,” she waved her hand, “Carnal pleasure would do Vis some good.” You barked a laugh while your fingers nervously picked at the pillowcase. Cocking your head you asked, “Why can’t you do the trick?”

Arianne replied, “It’s not in my nature to dominate. I like to be fucked by big strong men and women, not do the fucking,” she leveled you with a look, “That’s what the little bitch craves. So I bring him here and you do it, yes? Plenty of coin involved.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the olive skinned woman towards you, groaning out, “Fine.”

You could hear the prince’s annoyed tone down the hall. You laid naked in the bed, toying idly with your hair. Candles and incense made the room smell fragrant and herbal.

“Arianne, what is all this? I don’t fancy myself getting a pox tonight!”

The Dornish hissed back, “Just shut up and go in there, I’m tired of you bitching all the time Viserys!”

The blonde made an indignant splutter, stumbling as he was shoved in the room. Arianne’s curls bounced as she laughed, “Good luck, play nice Vis.” Viserys stared in shock at your naked frame while she slammed the door behind him. You purred, “Evening, m’lord.”

He was dressed in fine wool, emblazoned with the three headed dragon. Wide lilac eyes gazed upon you, his mouth twitching but no sound came out. You ran a hand up your body, sinking your fingers into the soft flesh of your tits. His dark brows pulled together as Viserys stuttered, “W-what is the the- the meaning of this?”

You raised a brow, elaborating, “The princess said you need a special sort of care.” His lips pulled into a frown, but you spotted the Targaryen’s cheeks flushing up nicely. He hissed, “So my dear wife set me up with a whore?” You shrugged and sat up, laughing, “Yes I suppose she did. You want me to fuck you or not, pretty princeling?”

His cheeks darkened further, nervousness flitting over Viserys pale features. He wanted it for sure, but pride was holding the indignant thing back. You cooed, “You don’t have to hide, I know what you need sweet boy.” The Prince made a soft noise, purple orbs searching your eyes. You curled a finger to beckon him over, shifting your legs open to display your wet cunt.

“Fucking seven hells, f-fine,” he grumbled.

You grinned at his sullen pout, curling your hand into his silky blonde hair as Viserys shucked off his boots next to the bed. You said, “All of it off,

good boy, yes.” He huffed and divested himself of the clothes in jerky movements, frustrated at the pace his shaky fingers were going. You held back a laugh at his demeanor, obviously the prince was not very experienced getting ordered around in bed.

You eyed his slim body as it was revealed, all pale unblemished skin. “Beautiful.” Viserys made a soft sound, putting a knee on the bed. His cock was reddened and at half mast, you wrapped your hand around it and pumped. The prince gasped and bit down on his lip in response, prick jumping. You sighed, “Pretty cock m’lord, you’re so beautiful.”

He whimpered softly, lashes fluttering as you jerked him off in slow strokes. Viserys swung his other leg up, moving forward to practically straddle you. The prince kept his eyes averted from your lustful gaze, embarrassment making pallid skin flush down to his chest. One of your hands gripped at his ass, amusedly remarking, “All that bravado is a front isn’t it? You’re shyer than a flowered maid.”

He whined, “Gods- no!” The prince pushed you back onto the bed, taking a position of power. You snorted at his pitiful attempt to take charge, letting the fool smother you with a hot kiss. Obviously Viserys was not aware of what you could do regardless of his bluster. You lapped at his lower lip, grinning at his hitched breath. Viserys voice cracked as he tried to growl, “I’m the blood of the dragon! I take what I want!”

You nodded. “Yes my prince, you are very powerful.”

You wrapped your thighs around his slim waist, goading the prince on, “Go on, take it like the dragon you are.” His lips trembled in anger, lilac eyes cast with self doubt. You thumbed at his long neck, digging the digit into his thumping pulse. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, Viserys hips making little jerks.

He insulted you in a whiny tone, “You’re a bitch.” One of his hands groped your breast roughly, the other guided his cock inside of you. You moaned lowly at the feeling, breathlessly laughing at the prince’s mouth falling open on a whorish moan. His eyes shut tight again, hips stilling. You knew he was trying to hold off from coming.

You rubbed one of his boney shoulders, whispering into his ear, “Poor princeling, just let me take over, hm?” He whimpered lowly, cock twitching deep inside of you. Viserys panted, “I- I can’t, oh gods!” He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, trembling and overwhelmed. You took the initiative to start fucking yourself on his cock, sighing in pleasure at the stretch. He was well made, you could say that. Always the tall and skinny ones.

Viserys cried out louder this time, shivering at the feeling of your cunt sheathed around him, wet and velvety. His hands grasped at your flesh frantically. You moaned, “I’ve got you sweet Prince, feels s’good!” He began to fuck back into you in sloppy thrusts, gasping and whining pathetically.

“Fuck, gods, fuck you’re s-so wet mmm!”

You purred in excitement, he was falling apart in your arms so easily, “Just for you m’lord- hah, poor thing just needed a strong hand.” He babbled in agreement, sensitive tip rubbing against your insides. You yanked his hair to get a look at Viserys flushed face, the man whining like a bitch in heat.

You took in the beauty of his disheveled state, red and sweaty from minutes of fucking. His lips trembled and gaped from constant little noises you were milking out of the blonde. You inquired, “S’that feel good my Prince? You like how wet my pussy is for you?” He nodded miserably, purple eyes rolling around. You clenched down on his length harder, rocking your hips in a quicker pace.

He cried out and latched his mouth on your collarbone, helplessly sucking and biting at the thin skin. The angle you were at was hitting the good spot in your cunt, moans of delight echoing. You demanded in a soft voice, “Touch me dragon, let me come around you, it’ll feel like heaven.” He nodded disjointedly, long fingers circling around your swollen bud.

The prince had let go of his ego with abandon by now, consumed by your tight heat. He begged softly, “You’re s’perfect, oh don’t stop!” His lips sucked a blooming mark into your skin, fingers moving faster. You were panting now, fucking yourself faster and faster until slapping filled the room. Heat coiled in your lower belly, ready to pop.

Viserys whined at the squeeze, “Fffuck! M’gonna cum in you, oh please take it! Need it!” You bobbed your head in agreement, orgasm imminent, Viserys pretty little noises ushering you along. You snapped your hips up and grabbed the prince’s ass to sink fully inside of you— snapping that building coil. With a cry you tightened and convulsed around his cock, cunt pulsing in waves.

The prince fell apart at the sensation, babbling and breath hitching like sobs. Tears pricked his lilac eyes while you thrashed under his slim frame, moaning wantonly. He babbled, “So tight so tight so tight!” You sunk your teeth into his lower lip, Viserys spasming and emptying into you. He hiccuped and sobbed, tears rolling now. You sighed at his load filling up your pussy, still gently gliding along his twitching length.

You squeezed his ass again before sliding your palms up Viserys heaving frame, cooing soft words and praises. He sobbed and slid out, curling into your smaller frame. The prince whimpered, “Thank you- fuck- thank you.” Arianne slid through the door silently, her full lips quirking up at the state of Viserys.

You lazily smiled at her and pressed your lips to his pale hair. He nuzzled your neck, still offhandedly babbling. Arianne slid onto the bed to join the sweaty pile, cooing, “Oh, sweet Vis, she wore you out no?” He turned his reddened eyes to her and nodded wearily, pulling the Dornish into his side. You grinned, quite happy at being smothered by two royals.

“He’s a good boy, did so well,” you praised.

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Top 5: quotes from asoiaf 🙂

Sorry nonnie I procrastinated so much on this because it was impossible for me to choose just 5. I won't mention the quotes that encapsulate asoiaf the best necessarily, but the quotes that speak to me the most personally.

The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door. "… the dragon …" And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. "The last dragon," Ser Jorah's voice whispered faintly. "The last, the last." Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX

And no matter how far the dragon flew each day, come nightfall some instinct drew him home to Dragonstone. His home, not mine. Her home was back in Meereen, with her husband and her lover. That was where she belonged, surely. Keep walking. If I look back I am lost. Memories walked with her. Clouds seen from above. Horses small as ants thundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again? On Drogon's back she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of this world could not touch her. How could she abandon that?

A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

Jaime lay on his back afterward, staring at the night sky, trying not to feel the pain that snaked up his right arm every time he moved it. The night was strangely beautiful. The moon was a graceful crescent, and it seemed as though he had never seen so many stars. The King’s Crown was at the zenith, and he could see the Stallion rearing, and there the Swan. The Moonmaid, shy as ever, was half-hidden behind a pine tree. How can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself. Why would the stars want to look down on such as me? "Jaime," Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. "Jaime, what are you doing?" "Dying," he whispered back. "No," she said, "no, you must live." He wanted to laugh. "Stop telling me what do, wench. I'll die if it pleases me." "Are you so craven?" The word shocked him. […] "What else can I do, but die?" "Live," she said, "live, and fight, and take revenge."

A Storm of Swords - Jaime IV

Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime’s shoulder. “When this battle’s done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but… well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return.” Those were the last words Rhaegar Targaryen ever spoke to him. Outside the gates an army had assembled, whilst another descended on the Trident. So the Prince of Dragonstone mounted up and donned his tall black helm, and rode forth to his doom. He was more right than he knew. When the battle was done, there were changes made […]. It was queer, but he felt no grief. Where are my tears? Where is my rage? Jaime Lannister had never lacked for rage. “Father,” he told the corpse, “it was you who told me that tears were a mark of weakness in a man, so you cannot expect that I should cry for you.”

A Feast for Crows - Jaime I

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." "I know what I swore." Jon said the words. "I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. [...] Are you certain that I have not forgotten some? The ones about the king and his laws, and how we must defend every foot of his land and cling to each ruined castle? How does that part go?" Jon waited for an answer. None came. "I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?"

A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

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Take me away

Pairing: Robert Baratheon x Targ reader

TW: Abusive words, Harrasment, Talk of murder, Robert Baratheon being an angry chihuahua, all the ASOIAF world warning.

Cries echoed in the silent halls of Red Keep. Ned Stark frowned at the new sound that had tore through the almost deafening quietness. He turned to look at his companions in the throne room.

His friend, now King Robert Baratheon sat at the Iron Throne.

The same throne that sat many Targaryen kings on it. The same Targaryens that the now King had swore upon killing. Each and everyone.

He did not agree with his friend on this.

Rhaegar Targaryen had taken his sister.

Aeyrs Targaryen had killed his father and brother.

He had felt the fire of vengeance run through him until they were alive but it was quelled the moment he met his dying sister.

And then he had felt disappointed and regretful.

Thousand people lost. Innocents put to sword.

The only good thing he thought came out of it was the end of the Mad King, albeit he didn't like the way he was killed by the Lannister White Knight, but still was a relief.

Another cry shook him out of his thoughts, now much louder, and he then turned to Jon Arryn, his mentor and now the Hand of the King. "What is this? Who is it?"

Jon Arryn did not answer. Even he wasn't sure what was happening. It was clear from the confused look on his face.

His eyes then found that of the new Commander of Kingsguard, Ser Barristan. He looked terrified at the best. He could not think of what could leave the man such as him so struck with fear.

The door of the Throne Room opened.

Now he understood Ser Barristan's horror.

Stannis Baratheon, King Robert's younger brother, marched in. His arms wrapped around silver tresses, he much more of dragged the woman he had come to know as Princess Alyssanne, cries leaving her mouth along with words of pleads to let her go.

What in the name of Gods' was happening?

Stannis came closer to the steps of the throne and pushed the silver haired princess to the floor, left of mercy of all the men in the room.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ned asked and he quickly moved over to the princess.

Her hair dishevelled, her dress dirty and almost seemed to falling off her shoulders. He did the quick work of pulling his cloak off him and covered the princess. Her eyes raised from the ground to meet his. Purple eyes filled with tears and her cheek wet and red.

"The boy escaped with the new born girl," Stannis started, "the Queen was dead. We only got in time to capture her. Dragonstone is ours."

"And you this needed you to drag a woman in such state?" Ned glared Stannis. He had known him almost as long as he knew Robert. He was like his own brother too. But this man he did not recognise.

Stannis opened his mouth, anger surging in his blood. But before any words could leave him, Robert yelled at the top of lungs. "What do you mean they escaped?! What else did I sent you there for!"

Stannis looked at his brother in shock. How could he even say such thing. "It was not in my hand! Willem Darry looked as if he had it already planned. He quicked the younger ones out. It was fortunate we could capture her!"

"You could have gotten there faster! I sent you there to killed them all! Not to bring the bitch back!" He glared at his brother for a moment before his anger took it's turn to Alyssanne. "Where did they go? Where did those runts run off to!"

Alyssanne flinched seeing him stand. Robert was always a tall man with broad shoulders. It intimidated anyone who didn't know him dearly. And not know him, the princess did. She whispered out some words in terror, her hold on the grey cloak of Stark was deathly. And Robert roared his question again, making her crawl a little back.

"I don't know! Please! Robert, we are kin!" She cried out, her voice broken from screaming some moments before.

"Kin? Kin! You are no kin of mine!" Robert sneered, "I'll find each and every one of your filthy white haired bastard and kill them just like I killed that son of whore of your brother! Just like I'll kill you!"

"No! Please! Robert!" Ned had never quite seen any woman in such a distress. He didn't even know what he was to do. "They are but children! Please just... Let them be. Let me go. I will find them and make sure we never return to Westros. I swear it! Please!"

"Let you go!" Robert looked disgusted at the thought, he started treading down the stairs, "You want me to—"

Ned stepped in Robert's way just when he was about a few steps away from Alyssanne and he caught Ser Barristan beside him. The princess had started fo move behind, draging herself back, trying to make distance between the enraged man.

"You grace, despite your anger she is your kin. An honourable man and king does not harm their kin or a woman," Ser Barristan said, trying to stop the enraged man to get his hands on the princess.

"Robert, she is a woman, a lady," Ned glared at his friend and Robert for a moment calmed.

For a moment they were not in the Throne Room of Red Keep but in Vale, fighting boys who tried to pick a fight with them.

Jon Arryn mean while had too moved. He approached the princess as one would a frighted and injured predator, who was actually contemplating the last moments of their life. He helped the princess get up, he eyes moving warily around, it didn't take anyone to be too wise to see the distance she tried to keep from Stannis and his men.

"Let us talk about this after tempers have cooled." Jon said. And he could say everyone agreed, even the Baratheon's, reluctantly, but they did.

Alyssanne had not slept for even a second in the following night. And it was not an understatement.

She had been far too worried about what was happening. From what she could tell, there was a storm forming across the Blackwater Bay which was streched all over the Narrow sea she could see from her room.

Yes, her room.

Jon Arryn had done her the courtesy of letting her be in her room. Something about finding calmness in familiarity.

She could bet whatever she had that she would never find calmness ever again.

She could not get her mind off anything. Her worry for her little brother and sister who had sailed just a day before. A storm on their flight would not do them good, specially the baby Daenerys, what her mother had named the babe with her dying breath.

Alyssanne had promised her mother to protect Viserys and Daenerys. How was she supposed to keep them safe, protect them when she was locked in the highest floor of the Maegor's Holdfast. Curse her father for giving her this room. What the hell was that mad man thinking! What was Rhaegar thinking? What was anyone thinking?

Another reason for sleep fleeing her was fear for her own life. She trusted Ser Barristan posted outside her room. The man had been their when she was born and had seen her grow up. Seven Hells, he was the one who had sent for her mother when she had her first moon blood. But even after all that, she could not sleep. Ser Barristan may have been another father figure in her life after Rhaegar, he was still a man who followed his King's command. And unfortunately, her cousin who was hell bent on having all of her family annihilated, including herself. Her father's Kingsguard had drawn the sword through his chest. Her father may be been the most horrible man to breath but she would not trust anyone now. Specially now.

"Princess," She flinched at the slight graze at her hand shuffling away on the opposite side on her bed. Alyssanne blinked, her wide eyes found a terrified woman standing across her.

"Princess... I—we are here to bathe you," The maid said. Yes, a maid, it was only a maid, Alyssanne sighed and looked around the room, there were three more women, all of them older than her, two bringing hot water in one putting a dress on the dressing screen and the last one was the one who had scared her.

"Yes, yes," she nodded and got off the bed hesitantly. None of the women seemed familiar. She was sure they didn't work here.

The maid who had scared her made a quick work of taking off her dress, if there was much left of it. There had not much left of her clothes in her room when she had tried to look in her dressers.

She wasn't even sure what happened in King's Landing. All her mother had told her was that her father, good sister, niece and nephew were dead and had then crowned Viserys King in Dragonstone. Now she was starting to wonder if asking for details may have been a good idea.

Why do good ideas never come at the right time?

Alyssanne couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she put her leg in the hot water. She could thank whoever had to the maids to have the water almost boiling hot. Her skin tingled as warmth started to seep in her body. It almost felt like she was back in time when nothing was wrong. That her mother would be bringing Viserys in her room to spend time with, Elia following her with little Rhaenys and Aegon.

Alyssanne sighed, biting her lip as she let the maids wash her. She had to control herself. Her eyes cautiously moved around her. Even when the maids were just doing their jobs. She couldn't let her guard down.

She sent a prayer to whatever Gods would listen her. Please keep my little brother and sister safe. She whispered. Keep them out of Robert's reach, please.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #robert baratheon #house targaryen #Targaryen #targ reader #got fanfiction #got x reader #got x oc #ned stark #jon arryn #house baratheon #stannis baratheon

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“But that’s not how the story goes.” (Second verse, same as the first)

“Then guard the king,” Ser Jon Darry snapped at him. “When you donned that cloak, you promised to obey.”

“We shall talk when I return.”

And perhaps Rhaegar felt he will return because he saw Daenerys in a vision when she ventured into the House of the Undying long years after he went to the Trident.

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?" "Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked. "He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

But that only happened because Daenerys ventured into the House of the Undying, defying concerns and fears of her entourage, so... Did she in some small way bring about her and Jon Snow’s destinies, “the Song of Ice and Fire”, when she looked back?

Rhaegar himself was following an older vision already, the dream of Aegon the Dragon and the Song of Ice and Fire, but a drop in an ocean... that vision must’ve made him more certain that he is on the right path because we know it had this most tantalizing quality of dreams: it was true.

Bran closed his eyes and slipped free of his skin. Into the roots, he thought. Into the weirwood. Become the tree. For an instant he could see the cavern in its black mantle, could hear the river rushing by below. Then all at once he was back home again. Lord Eddard Stark sat upon a rock beside the deep black pool in the gods wood, the pale roots of the heart tree twisting around him like an old man's gnarled arms. The greatsword Ice lay across Lord Eddard's lap, and he was cleaning the blade with an oilcloth. "Winterfell, " Bran whispered. His father looked up. "Who's there?" he asked, turning ... ... and Bran, frightened, pulled away. His father and the black pool and the godswood faded and were gone and he was back in the cavern, the pale thick roots of his weirwood throne cradling his limbs as a mother does a child. A torch flared to life before him. "Tell us what you saw." From far away Leaf looked almost a girl, no older than Bran or one of his sisters, but close at hand she seemed far older. She claimed to have seen two hundred years. Bran's throat was very dry. He swallowed. "Winterfell. I was back in Winterfell. I saw my father. He's not dead, he's not, I saw him, he's back at Winterfell, he's still alive." "No," said Leaf. "He is gone, boy. Do not seek to call him back from death." "I saw him." Bran could feel rough wood pressing against one cheek. "He was cleaning Ice." "You saw what you wished to see. Your heart yearns for your father and your home, so that is what you saw."

How cruel of the Undying to then show Dany the slaying of Rhaegar that made her what she is, a reincarnation of his fire, just as they proved they could bend time just so Dany and him could touch eyes with each other.

Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . mother of dragons, daughter of death . . .

He saw Dany standing there at the other end of time and he thought he was seeing Visenya, the third and the last head of the dragon he was trying to bring back from the mists of distant past, with a baby dragon on her shoulder, and he knew the dragons will return... and perhaps when he went to the Trident he thought he will see them again.

But that’s not how the story goes.

#Rhaegar Targaryen #Daenerys Targaryen #A Song of Ice and Fire #ASoIaF

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everyone and their mother likes a tudor silhouette for the lannisters and i understand why! BUT I DISAGREE! i see your sleeves (which are BEAUTIFUL i will never argue that) and your skirts and i raise you:

insane elizabethan gaudiness. skirts that force the riff raff to Keep Their Distance! ruffs god the RUFFS! embroidered and beaded until moving becomes a workout. stiff busks and small waists (looking even smaller next to that TENT of a skirt). ribbons and pearls and lace and rubies (RUBIES! DID SOMEONE SAY RUBIES? CERSEI I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!) are these dresses not Dripping in luxury and finery? the silhouette is just slightly absurd enough to Stand Out okay you KNOW what era this, therefore the people of westeros KNOWWWWWWW who these people are the second they see that right angle waist. plus added benefit: those bodices are probably stiff enough to stop a blade. not that i dont literally gain years on my life every time i see cersei’s cunty chest plate.

i mean (yes these are closer to costume than recreation BUT YOU GET IT OKAY YOU UNDERSTAND) its theatric its dramatic it has me looking at paintings going What is the point?????? and then i remember the point is to stop the show and draw attention and really leave a mark and is that not the lannister way? now i am known to also be a pre-tudor Plantagenet era slim silhouette yards of fabric Typical Medieval Dress fan for cersei BUT CERSEI TRANSCENDS FASHION OKAY. this is her at casterly rock. this is THE WESTERLANDS. this is who she REALLY IS. i can see it in my mind like this is a vision i KNOW it to be true

i mean come on. guys its too easy. i can see her plotting scheming in a giant skirt and a beautiful ruff. she’s analyzing the minuscule beadwork of other court dresses trying to figure out what message she’s being sent (she is not being sent one). she orders EVERY detail of her own gowns to make sure she’s communicating properly back. ladies in waiting carry their own secret messages in beads and lace and decoration and cersei feels SOOO smart because they dont even know it. she wears gold and jewels in a pattern to mimic a maesters chain because at this point she deserves one. think also how easy it is to hide poison in this shit. so many stones that could be hollow. so many layers and folds. and listen when they’re kids and she and jaime trade clothes to pretend to be each other its EVEN EASIER cause nobody knows what you actually look like in this anyway

the wedding look went crazy okay. ruffs and the fucking. peacock head thing i can’t remember the name of. embroidered lions shimmering with ruby eyes and gold thread, dress tinkling with every move because its dripping in pearls and gold and emeralds. alright this fabric is Stiff with beading and stitching and Layers. you can’t look at cersei directly because the torchlight gleams off of her like some demented early stage psychosis medieval disco ball. golden haired golden dressed golden skinned Gold Gold Gold she exudes richness and beauty and fashion. this is fucking crazy to a baratheon court. she upstages the new king. she upstages the memory of rhaella. everyone sees now that she should have been a targaryen queen. DO YOU SEE IT. like i am such a zealot for this like this is SERIOUS TO ME. red and yellow and black and red and red and yellow and GOLD and in her insane mind these are snide allusions to rhaegar and elia and robert to everyone who can see her. and to jaime. this is a lannister woman marrying in lannister colors and she fucked her twin brother That Morning. okay that is also a silly little reference she’s making. THIS WOMAN IS CRAZY SHE DESERVES THE GAUDIEST FASHION HISTORICAL RECREATIONS CAN PROVIDE!

also if it were real (it is real. im grrm.) the allusion to elizabeth i the virgin queen sole female ruler… that just makes me giggle in and of itself.

i rest my case!

#asoiaf #asoiaf fashion #got #cersei lannister #queen cersei #house lannister #cersei baratheon #jaime lannister #robert baratheon #elizabethan fashion #elizabethan #AND COME ON #joffrey would ROCK a ruff #are you telling me he wouldnt?#because youd be wrong #joffrey lannister #joffrey baratheon #clothes #costumes

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In line with the anti-jonsa arguments, the only one I believe had some impact on me (this isn’t even in universe, it’s just in general) was that incest is inherently oppressive towards women. The one person who is not supposed to think of you like that, look at you like that - does. There is no safety for you to fall back on because even your family is not acting like family. I don’t know how this will translate with Jon and Sansa, because Sansa will expect protection as a sister and then them falling in love with each while knowing the other is their half-sibling is tilted towards Jon having more power in that dynamic as a man. Then comes in the question of Sansa’s claim to Winterfell and Jon being the heir to Robb’s will. It’s muddled up and the solution (join together in marriage) doesn’t look as appealing to considering incest here will still hurt Sansa, because of society being inherently systemically oppressive, and not save her or her claim. (This is one of the reasons why I didn’t like show KiTN Jon because whatever the fuck happened to “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”. I mean there’s a lot wrong with the show after that but it particularly pissed me off lol because in canon jon would NEVER do that and is the true air raid siren canary in the coal mine for Jon’s character butching (jonerys 🙄)) Anyway, lost track there, but yeah. And on top of all of that, how is GRRM going to paint a better picture of something he’s been criticising for almost 30 years now? Still a Jonsa though, because I am a clown 🤡

(about this ask)

It’s really hard to tell which resolution Martin is working towards! On the one hand, it could be about creating a scenario in which politics / love align and resolving the Northern succession crisis gives Sansa and Jon everything they ever wanted. I love tidy storytelling, so that is very appealing to me. However, I do agree with you that that resolution isn’t without certain concerning aspects.

The other possibility is, it’s a test for Jon, just as he has continual been tempted throughout the series, only, this is the greatest one yet. His brother, friend, the heir, the KitN himself chose Jon. As a Jon fan, I love what that will mean to him. The show didn’t have the benefit of Robb’s Will, so it felt more ooc for Jon than it could be written in the books. After all, Sansa is still married to Tyrion. Also, with different factions in the books possibly supporting different Starks, it’s possible Sansa sees the greater good (she doesn’t consider her claim much after all/isn’t attached to it) and works to get everyone to support Jon as he is older, male, has Robb’s endorsement, and might play a key role in winning back Winterfell so he could be a peace candidate / the one everyone can coalesce around. I mean, that’s a little hard for me to imagine with the prejudice against bastards and what his rep will be post rez, but Martin could write it in a way that doesn’t feel like Jon taking advantage of the situation and rather, Jon doing something he feels guilty about out of necessity, with the blessing of Robb and more importantly Sansa. However, if it is a test, Jon would have to instead defend Sansa’s claim. If Jon refuses everything and then parentage reveal comes out, they could marry at a later date when the relationship can be of Sansa’s choosing, removing the disturbing implications of the political benefits for Jon/the power imbalance.

I’ve moved towards the secret wedding idea (here are posts about that 1, 2). Sansa would probably have to suggest the idea herself and persuade him giving her a lot of agency in her own fate, and it’s potentially a callback to Jace/Sara and Rhaegar/Lyanna. That could happen secretly purely because she’s already married and she wants to be married before he goes to war, or because they don’t have support for it (maybe the North does think it’s icky or is very anti Targ with the disaster of Dany’s invasion happening), or it might happen before Jon is exiled simply because Sansa wants it. I’ve said before, perhaps the best way to answer Sansa’s fears are for Jon to marry her when he can’t have Winterfell, so she knows it is her, not her claim, that he wants. In that scenario, there is nothing for Jon to gain, it is love, only love that motivates him. It’s the most romantic of the options, even if it isn’t the happiest.

Whatever the endpoint, I think there are enough variables that Martin could make any of a number of different paths work and keep them in-character for Jon as well as avoiding backtracking his criticisms simply because we will know Jon’s motivations.

#dot chat #jonsa #secret wedding #asoiaf parallels

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I was on a Aria fan blog because I hate myself and wanted to see what they were posting (the Sansa obsession is real like every other post was literally just made to hate on Sansa to uplift Aria) when I saw a few posts about Elia and, I shit you not, this person was arguing that Elia and Ratgar were totally chill with each other and PolITiCal ParTnErS and Elia totally knew about him crowing L/yanna as QLB and supported it because Elia must have thought it was unfair L/yanna couldn't participate in the tourney cause she was a woman (which lmaooo). I just.....I mean....wow. Never thought I lived to see the day people try to Cool Girl-ify Elia but here we are. They weirdly claim it's because they don't want her to be seen as a "victim" so instead they're......depicting her as a doormat with no self-respect who would be fine with her husband's nasty behavior and being humiliated up and down because I guess that's better???? They also argued that Jon would in no way be a threat to Aegon or Rhaenys' places in the line of succession so Elia would be chill about that too (which again lmaooooo). I am amused at the lack of any and all critical thinking, media literacy, or reading comprehension skills but am also flabbergasted and want to start swinging.

Hey.

The people who seriously believe Elia would have defended Rhaegar's completely inane actions are very young or very dumb.

"All the smiles died." There is literally nothing, not a whisper, ZILCH that Elia knew what was going to happen at that tourney or that she approved it. Wasn't there an artwork that was commissioned by George where he approved of the artist's depiction of Elia sitting stiffly in the stands while Rhaegar pissed off the North, Stormlands, & Dorne? Unless they think she was pretending?

And that's such a nonsensical argument for Elia being OK with it. To be blunt, Lyanna not being able to participate openly wasn't Elia's problem. Lyanna not being able to participate openly is not justification for Rhaegar to publicly insult his wife like that - because that is exactly what it would have looked like to outsiders. Not to mention the offence to Lyanna - its kind of a wonder that Rickard didn't rush the wedding after so he could see Lyanna safely wed & have the protection of the title 'Lady Baratheon', but he was probably afraid of particular rumors starting if she fell pregnant too quickly. Ugh...

If I was Elia I would not breathe easy unless I knew that Jon Snow was

a) fostered away from court with people that were unfailingly loyal to me. And unfailingly kind as well. Being smart doesn't require being a monster *cough* Tywin

b) entered the Night's Watch or the Faith when he came of age. Is it fair? Not really- but it's a kinder fate than the one Rhaenys got.

But yeah the people who cry over how its wrong to accept that Elia was a victim dress it up as empowerment, when really it's all just about protecting Rhaegar. If Elia was in on it, then Rhaegar can't be the villain! Are they going to argue next that Aerys was justified in murdering Brandon & Rickard the way he did because he actually knew of Rhaegar's plans & that it was super importance he impregnante the teenage girl he kidnapped/ran off with? Be for real.

Anyway I would just avoid those blogs or be like me, get yourself blocked by them as many as you can looool

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Horns That Hold a Crown

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader, Ned Stark x Baratheon!Reader

Warnings: none really

Words: 2814

Summary: The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

The proposal caught Steffon Baratheon completely off guard.

“E-Excuse me your Grace?”

King Aerys rolls his pale lilac eyes. “You heard me. You have a daughter don’t you? Targaryen blood in the Baratheon family may be diluted but it’s still there. Enough so that I can marry Rhaegar to your daughter.”

He probably should’ve felt honor yet all Steffon could feel was apprehension coiling in his gut. In the past years the king’s mental health had fallen in a rapid decline that worried his court. The last thing he wanted to do was put his only daughter in harm’s way. True that Rhaegar Targaryen was an upstanding young man that any maid would want to marry, but that would mean his little girl would be near the king’s madness.

That and he had already betrothed her to Eddard Stark, the second son of Rickard Stark.

He couldn’t just say no to the King of Westeros though. Otherwise he might meet his death with wildfire.

Steffon keeps his expression calm as he bows to his king. “Of course your Grace. I shall send arrangements right away.”

‘Forgive me (y/n).’

“A letter from father?” You eagerly grab the rolled up piece of parchment from the retainer.

Renly hops around you trying to get at it. “What does it say (y/n)?”

“It says your an impatient little brat that needs to learn self-control.” Light heartedly you tease him. Renly grins cheekily and holds onto your arm. You break the wax seal and begin to read. The lower you get through the page the more your smile vanishes.

“What’s wrong?” Renly asks noticing your widened eyes.

“I’m. . . “I’m to marry Rhaegar Targaryen.” All the breath leaves you, your father’s letter fluttering to the ground where your little brother picks it up.

He scrunches his nose. “That can’t be right. You’re betrothed to Ned Stark. How could father forget that?”

Limply you sit down on a stone bench that was provided in the courtyard of Storm’s End castle. You felt your head go light as you try not to faint. “I don’t think he forgot Renly.”

There was further confusion on his face. “I don’t understand. You’re supposed to marry Ned.”

Biting your lip you pull Renly beside you. “Things change Renly. If this is the King’s will then of course father has to obey and break my engagement to Ned. It would be best for our family too I suppose. Marrying Rhaegar would mean some day I would be queen.”

At that Renly’s eyes sparkle. “Yeah! That is a lot better than marrying some northern lord!”

You wished you could share your brother’s enthusiasm. It wasn’t like you loved the fiance you had now. Ned Stark hardly smiled and he was as cold as his northern land. Something just didn’t settle right with you though.

Queen.

Someday you would be a queen.

Was that what made you feel queasy? Any other girl would kill for the title of Rhaegar’s queen. You however would’ve been happy enough to live out your days in the north where the only fear they had was wildlings and winter. Unlike King’s Landing where they played the dangerous game of thrones. A game where everyone is your enemy and if you make one small slip it could very well cost you your life. You didn’t want to live in constant fear. What kind of life would that be if you were constantly looking over your shoulder and unable to eat anything because it could be poisoned. You would be like King Aerys. Was being ruler of all the seven kingdoms really worth his sanity? You didn’t think so.

The news ultimately spread quickly throughout Storm’s End about your betrothal to the crown prince and how you would be traveling to King’s Landing by order of your father. To seal the deal and for your soon-to-be husband to see you.

Renly wanted to badly to go with you, but your mother insisted that he stay with your older brother Stannis. The two didn’t get along well; then again Stannis didn’t really get along with anyone.

Before Renly could throw a fit you calmed him down. “I’ll send for you when the time comes. I promise.”

“Don’t take too long.” Renly simpers and gives you a great big hug.

“I love you Renly. Behave for Stannis and the maesters.”

You turn to said brother as he awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other before deciding a simple pat on the shoulder would suffice. “Make our family proud (y/n).”

It was the best you could expect from Stannis. “Take care Stannis.”

Rhaegar stared at his father incredulously. “(y/n) Baratheon? But she’s betrothed to-”

“She was betrothed to Ned Stark, but now she’s betrothed to you. She has Targaryen blood in her. Even if it’s diluted it’s still something. Far too valuable to be mingling with some low lord of the north.” Aerys waves off his son’s concern. “You need a bride with a pedigree worthy enough to bear you an heir. And since your mother has failed to give birth to a daughter, (y/n) will have to do.”

“Surely the Starks will see this as a slight. . .” Relationships were already very fragile concerning his father. They didn’t need enemies in the north.

He laughs bitterly. “They’ll do whatever I say!” Aerys’ gnarly fingers that possessed ever growing nails, wrap around his goblet’s stem as he moves the rim to his lips.

Uneasiness settled in Rhaegar’s stomach like a heavy stone. His father’s disregard for others concerned him greatly as the king spiraled down into his madness.

“It’s about time you got married.” His father grumbles and takes a deep sip. “She’s the best bride we’ll ever find for you. Tywin has offered up his daughter Cersei, but lets face it. He is my servant. I can’t have my servant’s daughter marrying the heir to the throne. Then there’s that Dornish princess.” He scoffs at that. “Dornish. How insulting. Yes, (y/n) is the best one out there. The Baratheons are a hardy line. She will produce many sons for you. Strong sons. Perhaps even a daughter.”

Rhaegar didn’t argue. He was indeed at the age where young lords were expected to be married. It was a little bit more difficult marrying him off though considering that he would one day rule Westeros.

Still, he didn’t like the idea of taking someone else’s bride. He didn’t know Eddard Stark at all. But he knew how prideful the Starks were. He knew how stuck to tradition they were. Maybe Ned loved (y/n). Rhaegar didn’t know.

He wondered what kind of lady that his bride to be was. He’d never met her before but he had met Steffon Baratheon. The man obviously cared deeply for his daughter. His only daughter. This must not have been easy for him to do. Rhaegar knew that Steffon must’ve been extremely hesitant to do so. Even with the prospect of marrying into royalty, who in their right mind would want to subject their daughter to Aerys?

There were no expectations when (y/n) Baratheon’s ship docked in Blackwater Bay. Rhaegar had wanted to go and meet her there but his father had scoffed at the idea and wanted his son to stay put in the Red Keep. They would come to him, not the other way around. So Rhaegar stay put, tapping his foot incessantly and and pacing around the throne room to keep his nerves at bay. This was after all the woman he’d be spending the rest of his life with. The woman who would give him children. Someone he’d have to protect from the long winter that was to come. The long winter that he had read, one that made him become a warrior prince. The Starks were right that winter was indeed coming. He’d be ready for it though. He’d make sure (y/n) was ready too.

Finally Rhaegar spotted the Baratheon stags that were embroidered onto every banner that was closing in on the Keep. The entourage spilled into the Great Hall where the Iron Throne was kept. Up on it was King Aerys, as withered as ever. His eyes narrowed as he watches the stags fill up the hall. There next to Steffon Baratheon stood his daughter (y/n). Rhaegar felt a small breath exalt from his body as she stepped forward with her father, head held high and deep blue eyes meeting Rhaegar’s immediately. She held herself with pride and confidence but in those mesmerizing eyes of her’s Rhaegar found a little bit of hesitation. Of uncertainty.

Women like that normally tried to hold the air of being hard, but not (y/n). A soft smile that made Rhaegar feel like a blushing maiden. It brought a new light to her. Yes she was confident but she was also gentle and reassuring. Whatever doubts she had about Rhaegar, he was now determined to rid her of them. It was the strength and softness Rhaegar found in her rich blue eyes.

Even though he felt bad for taking Ned Stark’s bride, Rhaegar no longer worried too much about the northern man.

The meeting had gone well, at least that’s what you had thought. You congratulated yourself for not cringing away from Aerys as he looked at you with such eery eyes. They no longer possessed the between that his son and wife had. The whites were tinged with red agitation, telltale signs of his lack of sleep. Luckily he didn’t stay to talk for too long. He only saw you and your father out of duty. That was fine by you. The sooner the Mad King was out of your sight, the better. You found yourself pitying the beautiful Rhaella. She deserved better than Aerys.

You spoke few words with your future husband before you were carted away to your room. Those few minutes that you spent with Rhaegar had you understanding why so many maidens would kill to be in your position. He was as handsome as the stories said he was and had such a soft baritone that was pleasing to your ears. He could be speaking normally and still sound like he was singing. His voice had that beautiful lilting quality to it that had you shedding away all of your tiredness from travel.

This was the man you were to marry. You would be his queen. Bear his heirs and such. The continuation of the Targaryen family would rest entirely on your shoulders. If you failed. . . If you failed it would not only be shameful to the Targaryens but to the Baratheons as well. So much hope was being put into you. Not that your father cared one bit about the elevation of his status, but all the others did. That was something you never had to worry about with marry Ned. Your union would’ve been a simple one and you would’ve been free to live out your days peacefully in Winterfell. If you were being honest with yourself that was all you had ever wanted. You cared not for extravagances; you would be content enough with a man who respected you and made sure that you and your children would always be taken care of.

All the extra stuff you would be getting with Rhaegar was more than you would ever ask for. It sent you into a slight panic as you pressed your burning forehead to the cool windowpane that provided your room with the gentle glow of the sun setting. This whole entire city would be your’s. All of Westeros would be your’s too.

If you failed to be a good queen, what would happen to you? If you failed to provide Rhaegar a son, what would happen? The only answer you could come up with was death. Of course just from your first meeting with him you knew Rhaegar wasn’t the kind of man to kill his wife over not having sons. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. You had no idea what kind of man he truly was except for the stories you had been told of him and so far they match up to what you have seen.

People could be quite good at lying though.

You groan when you realize you had been biting your nails. It was a nasty habit you had picked up when you were a young child and had stuck with you. You often did it during times of immense stress and anxiety. Your mother would always scold you when she caught you. It was quite unladylike but you couldn’t help it even when your septa would slap your fingers with a stick.

Pulling your hands away from your mouth you go about to pacing around your room. You were in King’s Landing, so now what? Just wait until the wedding ceremony?

A knock to your door made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Who is it?”

“Rhaegar.” You could practically hear his smile in his voice.

You quickly composed yourself before answering the door. “Your Grace, how can I help you?”

He waves off the use of his title. “None of that is necessary. We’ll be married, remember? Anyway I was wondering if you would come and join me in a little stroll before supper. I can show you around the Keep so you can familiarize yourself.”

Fresh air sounded like the best idea to you. You eagerly left with Rhaegar and let him lead you through the castle, showing you each corridor and where they lead, where so and so had once lived, and out into the courtyard. You found yourself rid of your anxiety after he had showed you the first few floors of the Keep. Now you felt at ease by his side. The two of you had been sharing anecdotes of your childhood and the friends you had made through the years.

Rhaegar sent a stableboy away when the two of you made it to the stables. The smell of hay was a welcoming scent. He introduced you to the many horses that his family possessed as if they were actual people.

He lowers his voice as he pats at the neck of a reddish horse. “This one here is my particular favorite. Say hello to Kvothe.”

“Kvothe? That’s an odd name.” Regardless you curtsy to the horse making Rhaegar smile. You found yourself adoring that smile more and more.

“I’m happy you’re relaxed now.”

You lift your head up. “What makes you think I wasn’t relaxed before?”

Rhaegar shrugs and goes to give Kvothe a carrot. Giant teeth clamp down on the poor vegetable. “I didn’t know at first. I suspected that you were a little wary of your new surroundings which is completely understandable. You held yourself well in front of the court. Proud and strong, just like any good queen. When I went to your room though your body language told me that you weren’t exactly relaxed with the idea of being here.”

“It did take a lot out of me being there with so many people.” You confessed. “I don’t know how I’m gonna keep it up for the rest of my life. Pretending I’m a good candidate to be queen.”

He furrowed his brows and looked away from his horse. “Are you worried about that?”

You lean back against a pillar that separated the stable stalls. “Of course I am. I’m going to be queen of seven kingdoms! Not one, seven! I’m gonna have to go in front of crowds on a daily basis.”

Pursing his lips, he scoots over so that he’s standing next to you, his hip bumping into your side. “If it makes you feel any better you won’t be alone in it. I’ll be with you. We’re gonna rule together.”

That did make you feel better. Through all your imagenings you had forgotten about Rhaegar. You weren’t alone in this.

“And for what it’s worth I think you’ll make a wonderful queen. It wasn’t a show you were putting on earlier. That’s who you are inside. Strong and confident. You’ll find your footing, given time.” The silver strands of his hair caught and absorbed the vibrant orange that filled the air as the sun died behind the mountains.

You hide your blush with a smile. “But what is a doe compared to a dragon?”

The most beautiful fingers you have ever seen reach out for your (h/c) hair and gently tucks it behind your ear. If it were anyone else you would’ve told them not to touch you. But you wanted Rhaegar to touch you. You wanted to feel his palm on your cheek and his lips against your’s. “A pretty doe like you would look even better with a crown on her head than a dragon ever would.”

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