It’s giddy with excitement that I present to you this project which wouldn’t have ever seen the light of the day without amazing @fromtheboundlesssea.
The first of the Firesteel spin-offs which shall start being posted after we are finished with main story II.
A long-fic which focuses on lady Celia of House Whent and her suitors.
Celia knew. She had always known. For every lady in a song who crowned her love, thousands others would see their dream break in a million pieces. She refused to stand and watch as her hopes got destroyed. I am Celia of House Whent, I am the lady behind the shadow, I am the light who casts the shadow.
Hope you will enjoy this one and will be as excited as I am about it!
I did this at request by my amazing talented from @fromtheboundlesssea for her Celia Verse Fic, No king at all. Which I am going to attach a link to.
We have from left to right Duncan, Jenny, Jaehaerys II, Shaera, Ormund Baratheon, Rhaella, Rhaelle, Aerys II, Celia, and Steffon Baratheon in the back.
In the front, Queen Betha Blackwood and King Aegon V.
↪ MATT SMITH as PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN, second son of KING AERYS II, husband to LADY CELIA STARK.
“Crow’s Eye will one day bring back monsters from the east... aye, and wizards too,” Brynden warned him. “But you, Daemon... will accomplish what your grandfather failed to achieve: restoring dragons to the Seven Kingdoms.”
Celia waved her arms: she was a falcon.
Mom laughed behind her, trying to reach her
"I'm going to get you, Lia!"
The heavy air turned alert to Rhea. She ran and took her baby in her arms.
"Mom" Celia complained and squirmed in her arms.
Celia was identical to her father, she was a girl conceived through pain, violence, blood. And she loved her. She wasn't strong, she couldn't lift a sword, but the Seven would have her soul if that man hurt her daughter. Celia was his, no one else's.
Daemon's dragon landed. Celia was five years old, but she recognized the resemblance. Daemon was handsome and underneath it all the shit about him.
That night, the three of them dined together, the servants trembled.
Daemon next to Celia at the fireplace and handed her a bag full of expensive gifts. Rubies, toy dragons, blacks, dresses too small.
"Thank you, father" Celia said and she took the only toy the dragon had interested her.
Daemon at Celia, but her smile didn't reach her face.
Daemon at her. Oh for the Seven.
"Your mother and I will move into our chambers. Be a good girl and rest, little dragon."
Rhe clenched his fists under her tablecloth. This was to be expected, Daeron wanted a son, an heir.
"Come on, bronze bitch"
She clenched her teeth.
One day, one day she and Celia would be safe.
Mysaria looked at the girl, Daemon's daughter.
She was quite a Targaryen. But everything changed the moment the girl got up when she saw her enter and offered her sweets.
"Mother says that I must be a good hostess and offer refreshments to travelers and guests"
Mysaria enjoyed the taste of caramel and the warm fire. They had flown all night and Daemon forgot about his dinner.
"What's your name?"
"Mysaria de Lys"
He couldn't tell a girl that she was a whore.
"Lys? Did you live there? Could you tell me what she was like?"
"It was not a pleasant place, my little lady"
A voice in her head yelled at him that Westeros and Daemon weren't nice either, but he silenced her. She was a whore and she couldn't ask for more.
" I am sorry"
Maybe if she carried the baby to term, just maybe, this girl could carry on an innocent childhood. Mysaria had been so cruelly taken from her.
My submission for the Celiaverse Contest held by @fromtheboundlesssea
Sir Lion of House Lannister from All that Glitters, halfway through the mission of waking his parents (he’s already on their bed). The gallant hero shall be rewarded soon with hugs and kisses (Celia) and grumblings about the ungodly hour (Tywin). Overall a spectacular success!