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royslannisters · 5 months

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TWISTED FAIRYTALE : chapter one

pairings: jaime lannister x fem!oc , cersei lannister x fem!oc

warnings: birth , mentioned abuse

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HOUSE MARILL , words was "the wind flows" that was sworn to house targaryen since centuries before the birth of rhaenys targaryen the mad king's only daughter before daenerys was born. the current living members are remus marill who was known as the blue venom as he was what people would call the worse tywin lannister , the other living member is his daughter alys marill the only daughter of remus whom he hated as when his wife lucelia died after giving birth to alys.

remus head rose up when he heard the door a maiden came out holding the crying alys as the maiden looked at remus "no"he kept saying as he ran inside "lucelia"he yelled rushing over to his dying wife "take care of her"lucelia chocked out her hand held by remus that dropped "no no no"remus kept saying the sound of alys could be heard behind as the maiden tried to calm her "shut that devil up"remus yelled

"i don't care kill her strangle her"remus yelled at the maiden who kept holding alys "are you crazy"joanna said frustrated with remus behavior then she stood infront of the maiden "she killed her"remus yelled "it's not her fault SHE'S A BABY"joanna yelled while remus was walking back and fourth "she is your daughter she is my bestfriend's daughter and most importantly your heir HEIR TO MARE RUINS"joanna yelled

Mare ruins was the most beautiful place in westros with its huge castle which was ontop of a hill going a bit down , the gardens everything was beautiful in it even tho when you hear mare ruins you would think the place would be horrible

that was for alys growing up always neglected or emotionally abused by her own father when a day never went by where he didn't blame her for mother's death. the only mother love alys could ever get was from joanna who was lucelia's bestfriend , that was how jaime's hatred for alys started he never liked how his mother would spend her free time with alys as he always called alys the motherless which was a nickname cersei created jaime and alys bickered growing up always.

Rhaenys targaryen the second daughter of the mad king , aerys always hated his daughter he hated the idea of a women on the thrown that he removed her as heir banishing her claim forever.

rhaenys and alys became friends immediately as they first met at the Anniversary Tourney in King's Landing in 272 AC, held to celebrate Aerys's tenth year on the Iron Throne

as all four grew up rhaenys would find herself slowly falling for cersei she never knew how yet the cold mean cersei always found confront in rhaenys. it wasn't that far till alys found out about jaime and cersei , unlike cersei and rhaenys who always were nice to eachother alys jaime hated eachother fought any chance they got but even tho jaime hated alys there was no doubt of

that

yet he would always confess his deadliest sins to her no matter what

even tho rhaenys alys knew of the incest they never said a word even tho alys always used it against jaime yet rhaenys never used it against cersei yet she was extremely jealous of jaime being with Cersei

rhaenys was standing beside the column looking at jon Arryn's body. she looked to the side seeing jaime and cersei there a thought entered her head but she shook it off then someone stood beside her "they both would be capable of it"alys softly said as she stood beside rhaenys "but on what motivate?"rhaeys added alys opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out which made rhaenys chuckle walking past her "but in my defense"alys said running after her , the twins watched from afar cersei fist's were clenched as she cracked them together "i sometimes wonder if they are together"jaime added "why would rhaenys be with a wench like alys"cersei replied in jealousy

alys rhaenys watched the encounter between robert and ned , they were now in the north alys rhaenys included. alys rolled her eyes when jaime took of his helmet it was always his way of showing of "not here"rhaenys whispered to alys then watched how robert simply ignored cersei "take me to your crypt. i want to pay my respects"robert said to ned "we've been riding for a month , my love"cersei said which cause rhaenys to raise her eyebrow "surely the dead can wait"cersei added but robert ignored her and simply nodded at ned

alys heared the sound of moaning coming from a room and opened to see jaime beside the table drinking and tyrion beside some whore "really already?"alys raised her eyebrow at tyrion who nodded. the only one alys was close with besides rhaenys was tyrion he was her what you would call boy bestfriend both having the same fate. "great you"jaime said drinking rolling his eyes but alys simply ignored him "the feast is at sundown"alys said as she stood against a collum "i'm sorry i've begun the feast a bit early"tyrion said then continued "and this is the first of many courses"he said which made alys immediately face palm "i thought you might say that"jaime cut in then walked to the door "but since we're short on time"he said then open the door "come on girls"jaime said as more whores entered giggling while alys looked at Jaime with disgust then the girls jumped to tyrions bed and jaime pulled alys by her wrist out

at the feast alys was sat beside rhaenys whose eyes didn't leave cersei's. then rhaenys noticed cersei's face when robert kissed some northern and rhaenys softly held cersei's hand from under the table and cersei's held her fingers tight. alys was beside the wine table she noticed jaime and ned's conversation she knew immediately jaime was probably starting it out of anywhere she rolled her eyes then drank her wine then jaime walked towards her "dear god"alicent groaned "aah watching me from afar"he said pouring himself a drink also "don't flatter yourself that much"alys said then looked around on the other hand jaime didn't like how alys stared at some man from afar so he cleared his throat "must be already inlove with me"jaime added which obviously made alys want to kill him "you wish"alys said finishing her cup then walking back beside rhaenys

later the next morning alys was in her guest chambers her head rose up as she heard the sound of her door open it was jaime she immediately realized and sat back "oh dear god what did you do this time"

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sewellove-deactivated9782 · 2 years

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golden — chapter one

Mini Summary: She was the daughter of the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms. They were Lannisters. They were golden. But her life was anything but golden.

Warnings: incest, strong language, sexual scenes, violence

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: this is already on my Wattpad if you prefer to read on there (please bare in mine these are from 2018!) im editing all of the chapters currently and finishing the book but it is taking a while sorry! <3

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She was once strong. She was once formidable. She was golden and she was everything you could ever imagine. She was loved by everyone. No one ever once spoke poorly behind her back - not that there was ever anything poor to say. Her people loved her. They worshipped her. She was everything a Queen should be. She was kind and thoughtful yet had the heart of any man or King. She was beautiful. She was a Lannister and was almost the spitting image of her older sister, only younger. She had long golden hair that gleamed in the sunlight and she had those eyes, the kind you could look into for years and never get bored of.

But the woman that rode into the Lannister camp was not the same. She had been broken into a million pieces. She had lost everything that was ever important to her and nothing gave her even the slightest bit of comfort. She was a broken women. Taliya had been a mother of two beautiful sons. One of ten and seven and the other of just ten and five. They had been ripped out of her life when the chose to fight with the young wolf against the Lannister forces. Her own family’s forces. Her father’s men had showed no mercy to the part Lannister boys and they were slaughtered on the battlefield beside their father.

Lord Tywin had the pick of any of the lords for his youngest daughter to marry yet he had chosen the small, but noble lord of House Dustin. A norther lord that after Robert’s rebellion, her father had hoped would secure an alliance between the north and the west. Her sister had married Robert after he had won the war which secured the alliance between the west and the crown and Taliya married Lord Dustin the same year when she was of just ten and six.

She had despised their marriage at first. Her lord husband was at least ten years older than her and he had already bore three bastard children. But, nevertheless, she married the little lord of nowhere and bore two of his children.

The journey to the Lannister camp was long and it was tedious which did not help her mood one bit. She had rode down from Borrowton in the north, her home, as soon as she heard of her boys’ deaths. The northerners may have loved her when her husband was their Lord, but they were at war and she was a Lannister. When the news finally reached her she had quickly scrambled a few of her belongings. The last memories she had of her family. She had got on her horse, got the only two guards she knew were loyal to her and she never looked back. That was her life. That little castle. Her life for nearly twenty years, but now it was her past.

It was only a few weeks of travel before Taliya and her two guards reached her father’s forces who were travelling to the Lannister camp which was on the western side of the Riverlands. Everything around her looked the same as where she had came from, only the slightest bit warmer than the weather that she had been used to up in the North. She had lived up in the North since she was a teenager and she had never quite gotten used to the weather. So the Lannister was a little pleased that the weather was a little more like the weather she was used to back at her home at Casterly Rock. But, nevertheless, she was going to be back with her family.

"You look defeated my love," Lord Tywin spoke as he rode beside his youngest daughter. He rode next to her on his pure white horse in his full Lannister armour. She had always loved seeing her father all dressed up in armour. He was what she had always imagined the King to look like. What she had pictured when he had read her stories when she was a little girl. She thought she was going to be pleased when she saw her father. She wasn’t. She wanted to be, but she was broken. She wasn’t the same little girl he had sent off all those years ago.

"I am," she managed to muffle out in response. Tywin looked at her. He was never much of a father to her. He was always away or when he was home had very little time for her. But Taliya was the child he cared for the most.

"You must marry again, my dear," her father said as they rode along the dirt track,

“father, I won't," his daughter replied pulling the fur closer trying to keep herself warm in the winds that blew across the fields. Even after living in the north for over half her life she had never gotten used to the cold and much preferred the gentler weather conditions on the westerlands. She wore a fur round her shoulders on top of the many layers of her deep red dress. Her golden hair trickled down her back. She had little time that morning so she had left it natural in all it's glory. She had always been a Lannister and she always would be. No marriage would ever change that. Nothing ever would. Her last husband has told her many times to stop wearing her Lannister colours in their first year of marriage. She was sixteen and he was frightening at times so she complied. But he soon learnt to not argue with the young lioness.

“You will,” he father insisted in response. She looked to him. He rode his white stallion next to her with his polished red and gold Lannister armour with not a single scratch on it.

"I will not," Taliya protested as the little bay horse underneath her jogged to keep up,

"It's your duty as my daughter," he said not raising his voice once. He never did. He was the great Tywin Lannister. A man of great respect and fear. He didn’t need to raise his voice - especially not at his daughter.

“I have bore sons for you to further your family line,” she argued back. Her voice quivering as she raised her voice. “You are selling me off again as a piece in your game to the highest bidder!” she shouted at him. He never once looked to her. Never once even looked like he was even listening. That stern looking on his face never changing. “I will not do it again,” she said in almost defeat.

“Shall i remind you that both your children are dead siding with the Starks?” he replied. He was ruthless. He always had been. She may have been his favourite that didn’t mean anything.

“How could they deny the Hand of the King?” she asked bitterly, “the Lord their father was sworn too?”

“I would have given them protection,” he said sternly, “you had one job,”

“father, i tried,” she started, “he would not listen to me,” she added as she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear as it blew in the slight breeze. She heard her father sigh.

“Once you have had an appropriate amount of time to mourn yours sons and your husband i will find a suitable alliance and you will marry again,” Tywin said,

“father,” she began trying to argue with him. There was no point. He had already decided.

“You will go to Kingslanding and stay with your sister,” he said, “You will be safe there,” he added giving her a small smile before trotting off. Her father rarely smiled after the death of her mother. She was the spitting image of her late mother. She had the same kind but strong eyes. The same smile, the same laugh that reminded Tywin all too much of his deceased wife. Every time he looked at her he could see his wife. She was the only other person that could make him smile no matter what.

"How much longer?" Taliya asked one of her guards.

"We should be there by nightfall, my lady,"

“good," she nodded in response. Her eyes never leaving the road in front.

"Will we accompany you to Kingslanding?" the other guard asked,

"you may or you can stay and fight for my father," Taliya replied, "you are sworn to the Lannisters after all.”

Night had begun to fall as they made it to the Lannister camp. It made everything feel eerie. She was surrounded by blood red tents with the odd Lannister sigil hanging on a banner. Everywhere she looked were Lannister soldiers eating, drinking or sleeping.

"Are you going to be alright m'lady?" her guard asked as he held her horse as she dismounted,

"uh- yes," she stuttered as she looked around the moonlit camp for someone she recognised. She caught his eye.

"You sure?" he asked looking to her. She nodded. She wasn’t sure. They were at war and she was a women. She looked around the camp. There was soldiers everywhere. She looked back to her guard, but then they heard someone calling her name.

"Taliya!" they heard someone call again. Their head turning swiftly to where it had come from. A grin grew on her face.

"Uncle Kevan!” she cried flinging her arms around his neck,

"Taliya," he smiled bringing her into a hug, "my god you've grown up," he said standing in front of her wearing his Lannister armour,

"eighteen years will do that to you," Taliya smiled in response,

"eighteen long years that I've missed seeing you smile everyday," Lord Kevan sighed,

"I've missed you uncle,"

"and I you," he smiled. She smiled back. She had missed her family. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten their faces. She had left Casterly Rock just after her sixteenth names day and she had never returned. She had loved Casterly Rock. She had loved her home. She swore that one day she would take her sons to see their “I missed meeting your sons too,” Lord Kevan said with a sadden smile on his lips. She looked to him. Trying her best to give him a smile back.

“You would’ve liked them,” she replied finally,

“if they were anything like you i’m sure i would have,” she half smiled in response. She knew he didn’t mean to be insensitive, but her sons had died a mere few weeks ago. She hadn’t stopped, she hadn’t rested, she hadn’t even had time to think about them. She hadn’t mourned them.

“Do you know where my brother is?” she asked choosing to change the subject.

“He is with your father,” her uncle replied, “i will take you,”

“thank you,” she smiled taking his arm. They walked across the camp. Many of the soldiers stopping what they were doing to look. It made her stomach drop. She knew what war did to men. What happened to women in camps like these. Most of them wouldn’t know who she was. They wouldn’t know that she was the daughter of the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms. It made her feel uneasy, but she had her uncle and soon she would have her brother.

The pair kept walking through the rows of deep red tents until they reached one that was far larger than the rest. It had two guards stood outside and a further four stood on guard surrounding it too. As they reached the door the two guards lifted the red cloth open so the pair could enter.

“Father,” the young Lannister said bowing her head a they entered the tent. Her uncle let go of her arm as he took the seat opposite her father. He father was sat at the head of the table with his banner men, her brother and other family member sat around.

“Taliya,” her father said nodding his head to her as she took the empty seat next to her brother. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw him.

“It’s good to see you,” Jaime said as he smiled to his younger sister,

“and you, brother,” she replied as their father continued to speak to his banner men, “i have miss you,” she added looking to him,

“and i you,” he replied squeezing her hand in response,

“you look well,” she commented. He did look well. She was sure the same couldn’t be said about her. His golden hair was long, but well groomed. She always liked his hair when it was longer. He was dressed in his Lannister armour which made her smile. He always suited the Lannister armour much better than his King’s guard armour.

“You look well too,” he said, “apart from the sadness in your eyes,” he said looking her. The same green eyes staring back at him.

“Well, you know why Jaime,” she replied as she bit down on her lip adverting her gaze away from him. Tear threatened to spill, but she wouldn’t let them. She was stronger than that.

"Taliya," their father said as she looked up from her lap to him,

"yes?"

“who is going to take Borrowton now your husband is gone?" Lord Tywin asked. It took her by surprise. He never asked her anything of any importance.

"Uh- Lady Barbrey most likely," Taliya replied tucking her golden locks behind her ear as she looked round the table at the numerous lords,

"another woman in charge of a noble house," one of the Lords snubbed,

"but her father, i am sure will be the one in charge," Taliya said looking to her own father,

"and you know of her father?"

"I haven't spent the last however many years in the North and not learnt anything," Taliya said, “Lord Ryswell and his daughter are not the biggest supporters of the Starks," she explained,

"whom then?"

"my bet is that they'll side with the Bolton's,"

"Lord Bolton of the Dreadfort," her father said, "he fights for Robb Stark,"

"he does father, but Roose Bolton is an intelligent man," Taliya began, "he'll choose the winning side in the end," she said,

"and you can be sure of this Taliya?"

"yes father," she nodded,

"so sending you to the North for the last twenty years was not such a waste of time after all,"

"no," she nodded as her gaze drifted back to her lap, "I am sorry, father, about Chrestan," Taliya started, "my husband would not listen to me,"

"anyone would have done the same in his situation," Keven added in,

"not when your married to a Lannister," Taliya replied,

"well he paid the price," Lord Tywin said,

"you mean I have," Taliya replied biting down on her lip, "I am the only one left to feel the pain,” she said quietly. It was still raw. She hadn’t mourned. She hadn’t grieved. She had lost her sons as she had not cried once. She hadn’t allowed herself too.

"May I be excused father?" she asked,

"yes," he nodded as she stood up from the table and stepped out of the tent and into the crisp night air. She breathed in allowing the fresh air to fill her lungs. She was going to miss this once she had traveled down to King's Landing. She had not been down there since her sister's wedding, but she could still remember the awful stench of the place. It had stuck with her. She told herself that she would never end up there. But here she was. She hated the place.

"Taliya?" she heard as she looked around to see her brother standing behind her. He had followed her out.

"Jaime," she half smiled as a single tear rolled down her rose coloured cheeks. He stood before her dressed in his Lannister armour. He looked like a Lannister. He was what every book had described them to look like. He looked like the heir to Casterly Rock, they both did.

“I am so sorry Taliya,” he sighed bringing his younger sister into his embrace,

“thank you,” she said as her cheek rested against the cold metal of his armour,

“come,” he said placing a kiss in her her before holding his hand out to her. She nodded wiping her cheeks.

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tziaceleste · 3 months

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Ao3, open your pearly gates so I can finally upload my first fanfic

#jaime lannister #jaime lannister x reader #jaime lannister x oc #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #fiction #game of thrones #there is hunger #I've got to feed the people

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moireia · 2 years

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another fic i may never write ↳ cassia baratheon, all their words for glory 👑

As the eldest daughter of Stannis Baratheon, Cassia spent her days in Dragonstone dreaming of a glittering future in court as the wife of a great lord. Seemingly her dreams were coming true at age sixteen when she was married to Henric Connington, the Lord of Griffin’s Roost and famed hero of the Rebellion who went against his own family to support Robert. Cassia believed herself to be in love, desiring nothing else then to be a beautiful bride, even to a man who’s been married thrice before. She ignored the rumors, the rhyme of divorced, murdered, died that spoke of the ill fate of his previous wives. But soon a fourth lyric would join the song.

Survived.

Three years later, Cassia was put on trial for the murder of her husband. A testimony of his abuse, the lack of a consummation, and a successful trial by combat declared her to be innocent in the eyes of the gods. The minds of men, however, are not so easily swayed.

After a year of seclusion in Dragonstone, Cassia returns to King’s Landing and finds she has become the subject of the stories she had once admired. Except now she is a figure of infamy as the whispers of Widowmaker follow her every step. Amid the judgement and the games of court, she finds herself forging an unexpected friendship with another marked by broken vows: Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer.

#fyeahgameofthronesocs #fyeahgotocs #ocappreciation #cassia baratheon #game of thrones oc #got oc #jaime lannister x oc #fic: all their words for glory #i'm just going to keep reviving my got ocs instead of making hotd ones lol #also i relistened to six the musical and thought cassia deserves a new intro #here she is with a new face too #i love her a lot she is so kind and so deadly

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toilandtroubled · 1 year

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𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙣 // 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙

#original character #game of thrones #ocappreciation #a song of ice and fire #got oc #gif edit #my oc shit #jaime lannister x oc #jaime lannister #baratheon oc

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asoulofstaars · 1 year

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in which julia makes gifs for her friends ☆ﾟ ↳ lilac by @stellargios

Trying to explain her love for Jaime felt like trying to hold water in her hands. Impossible, infuriating, and—in the end—an entirely futile effort. How could she possibly convey in words what it was to love him? How could she ever make Dany understand? Naerys knew that she loved Jaime in the same way that she knew she needed to breathe air in order to live. Loving him had been her lifeline for so long that even after all that had happened between them and the hurt they’d brought one another, Naerys couldn’t unlove him even if she tried—and she had tried.

But her sister had asked for an explanation, so she would do her best to find the words to describe it. “I loved Jaime Lannister the very first day that I met him…”

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xxpeppermintxx109 · 9 months

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doing edits and remembering the way I made rhaenyra give jaime her favor unprompted at her wedding tournament. while her husband sits right next to her.

if i was rhaegar, i’d hate jaime too, cause what do you mean my wife just gave you her favor when you didn’t even ask for it??

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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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Ch 38 - The Lannister Heirs

Part 39

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

Jaime and I had been living at the rock for awhile now. Strolling the hallways of the vast castle I was on my own for entertainment since he was now in charge of the Lannister army. They were needing to get a new sense of the new lord of the Rock. There was a thought that wouldn't stop crossing my mind and it was Sansa. She was forced to remain in King's Landing. I desperately wanted her here by my side and away from Cersei and Joffrey. Footsteps came down the hallway where someone put their hand over my eyes. "Jaime, what are you doing?" Seeing it was the golden hand I gently pushed it down turning to face him.

"Looking for my dragon wife. My war meeting ended early at my request. Since I would rather be spending time with you." He explained wrapping his arms around my tugging me into his warm embrace.

He was wearing a golden tunic and trousers that almost matched what he wore the day he fought my father Ned in the streets of the city. He had even left his hair to grow out a little longer after I had told him I preferred it a little longer. "Well I am glad because I am not permitted by the Maester to do anything really. It gets rather boring just roaming the hallways all day."

"I aim to change that, Lynesse. Come with me." He offers his hand, staring down at my choices of clothing. I hadn’t worn many of the Lannister dresses unless we were meeting with the members of his household. Otherwise he would find me wearing his tunics and other things. Even with my growing belly I still managed to have my sword with me.

He tugged me by the arm leading me down a section of stairs I wasn't familiar with. We had to go up quite a few more large staircases before we came to a stop outside a large red door. He pushed it open revealing a large tower room with multiple open windows to gaze out from. Walking forward I could recall the rumors that they said about the Rock. One late Lannister that had died years before our time had said that on a good day you could see all the way across and see nothing but clear waters before you. "So the tales were true about this tower. It's beautiful, like our own little island away from the rest of the Seven kingdoms."

"I thought you would like it. I have also been talking with the castle builders to see if we can make a platform for Joanna since she can't very well fit in the walls." He responded back wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

Turning around in his arms I leaned up on my toes kissing him softly. "I always thought I would dislike my new home that I would be forced into. Yet I was wrong I love it here with you."

"There's nowhere else I would have rather heard you say that, Lynesse. You will always be my Lady Lannister regardless of you being a dragon-wolf." Jaime leaned down, capturing my lips with his, making me grin.

A few months after Battle of White Walkers

"Seven hells…Jaime!" I screamed clutching the bedsheets in my fingers making my knuckles turn white almost. He was standing beside me with my handmaiden on the other side. I bared my teeth down pushing longer than I cared for. We were finally having our second child after the battle at Winterfell.

My white hair was sticking to my forehead where I threw my head back crying. My sister Sansa was now to be declared Queen in the North and she was talking with me about what should be done. Rhaenyra was tended to by another lady in waiting and Maxon since we both trusted they would look out for her. Blinking through tears of my own I could still make out that Jaime was terrified for me because he was crying himself. "Lynesse, you…you can do this…"

"Oh geez…argh!" I cried hearing the midwife instructing me.

"Just a few more big pushes, Lady Lannister."

Clutching my hands into fists as tightly as possible I closed my eyes shut. Pushing as much as I could two or three times we finally heard a baby cry. The midwife caught the baby while I collapsed back onto the pillows. "You did good, Lynesse." The handmaiden Bridget wiped away sweat from my forehead with a cloth.

Jaime had convinced me to take on a lady to help me since he was rather busy when we returned from Winterfell. She became a very close friend when I learned that we were to have our second child. "My lord. My lady, congratulations it is a boy. You have an heir." The older woman declared wrapping the little babe in a red and golden blanket.

"Oh sweet boy.." I whispered when she placed the babe in my lap once I had shifted into a sitting upright position in the bed.

Jaime sat on the edge of the bed pushing hair behind my face, dropping his gaze downward onto his firstborn son. I didn't have a preference of what our next child would be. Jaime and I had agreed that no matter what Rhaenyra would be heir to Casterly Rock. "I have a son…I have a son." He muttered repeatedly for a few seconds. He could never claim that Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella were his. He told me that Cersei had claimed them as only hers alone.

"Have you chosen a name, Lady Lynesse?" Bridget was standing beside the window watching us while the other attendees were fixing the room trying to make it more presentable.

Turning my head in the direction of my husband we locked eyes letting silence fill the room. His blonde hair had grown longer but he didn't have it as long as when we first met in Winterfell. He placed his left hand on mine, staring closely at the baby. "You choose, little dragon."

"I think he should be…Eddard Lannister." The baby boy had bright blonde hair like his father but he has my eye color. The baby lifted his hands so I gave him my finger where he attempted to grip it as tightly as he could making me grin brightly.

The chamber door opened with the handmaiden carrying Rhaenyra in her arms and a sealed letter appeared also. She curtsied to the two of us handing the scroll over to my husband. "My lord my lady, a raven from King's Landing. It appears to be from Jon Snow."

"I'll take the lioness from you Chloe." Bridget walked over, sending the other girl off.

Jaime tears open the letter unfolding the piece of paper. "Dear sister, I am writing to inform you and your lord husband that we have defeated Cersei. But we also had to remove Daenerys from power, she has burned the city just like her father. I am here to say I won't be placing myself on the Iron Throne. It is yours if you wish. I am just informing you that there is a small council meeting in a few days with the remaining lords and ladies of Westeros."

"Jaime I…I'm sorry." I attempted to say knowing that it would be hard for him to accept that his twin sister was dead. She was his first love and meant everything to him.

He crumpled the letter in his left hand a little, dropping it on the ground. His green eyes were welling with heavy tears. I had never seen him cry except for the night we reunited after the battle against the army of the dead. "Bridget, could you watch the children for a while…" He muttered under his breath.

"Of course, my lord." She bowed her head picking up Eddard and carrying him in one arm and Rhaenyra in the other.

Shifting in the bed I reached forward grabbing his hand making him meet my gaze. "Jaime…" I was only able to say his name before he climbed in the bed beside me. He laid his head in my lap crying heavily.

"She…she’s gone. I…I'm sorry I shouldn't be crying to you…" He started to apologize until I tilted his chin up so he would look me in the eye.

“Jaime, you don’t have to apologize for crying over her. She was your sister and your twin. I don’t expect you to act tough about this. Just cry if you need to. You don’t have to be a strong soldier all the time, not around me.” I declare wiping away the tears that were falling down his face. Running one hand through his hair he buried his face into my chest.

He sniffed and gripped onto my tunic shirt just crying for a few hours. I may not like Cersei but she was his sister after all. It would be like when I learned that Robb, Rickon and my adopted parents were dead. “Thank you…Lynesse.”

It took us a few hours to get ready and the trip back to King's Landing was very long. Jaime was wearing his tan leather tunics and trousers with his sword clipped to his side. I had my white hair completely loose wearing a red dress and some black combat riding boots. I also had attached my sword back to my belt carrying Eddard in my arms. Jaime did his best to carry Rhaenyra until we entered the castle being greeted by Tyrion. “Jaime. Lynesse, I hope the trip wasn’t too bad. Oh and I see we finally have a boy dragon infant.”

“Yes. My brother in law Tyrion, I'd like you to meet your nephew Eddard Lannister.” I held the infant boy up with a bright smile before I noticed one of Danny’s men walking up and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Why is he here?”

The soldier responded sternly, leading us into a small set of chairs outside of the castle. “He is our prisoner after he told Jon Snow to excite our queen. Follow me now.” Everyone was sitting around in a circle where I saw that they had two open chairs that were meant for Jaime and I.

“Jon committed his crime here. His fate is for our king to decide. Or our queen.” Tyrion glanced around at all of us with me and Jaime each holding a baby in our laps.

A random lord I didn’t remember responded back. “We don't have a king or queen.”

“You're the most powerful people in Westeros. Choose one.” Tyrion points out meeting my gaze softly as if he was trying to tell me to step up.

“My lords and ladies... I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives. What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history. I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country. A veteran of two wars. And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft and underst--“

Sansa cut her uncle off, clearly not agreeing that it should be him. “Uncle? Please sit.”

“Well, we have to choose someone.” An older lord declares where I leaned back in my chair. I had no real intention of putting the idea of me on the throne out there. I may have dragon blood but I wasn’t raised to be a queen.

Baby Eddard started fussing where Jaime let him suck on his thumb making me smile before I noticed Arya reach into her pocket drawing the crown of Rhaenyra that I had accidentally forgotten back in Winterfell. “Cadence - uh sorry Lynesse. You left this back home.”

“Thank you, sis.” I take it from her hand’s holding it with my freehand.

Sansa suddenly spoke up, making me whip my head around in shock at her. “Lynesse, you should wear the crown. You are after all the last living Targaryen and raised as an honorable Stark child.”

“Sansa I…” I couldn’t finish my thoughts, unsure of what to say.

Tyrion and Jaime both declared together making me get a little embarrassed. I valued their opinions but it wasn’t theirs that scared me the most. “Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister for queen.”

Whipping my head to the youngest Stark girl she got to her feet standing before me and her brother Bran sitting in his wheelchair since Jaime was on my right side. “Lynesse, I say aye.”

“Will you wear the crown, Lynesse. If we were to choose you…or even if we choose someone else, would you stand by their side and sit on your rightful place on the Iron Throne?” Tyrion slowly walked up to me making his handcuffs squeak. His green eyes shifting from his brother and over our two children.

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Family, Duty, Honor Chapter 255

Tyrion IV

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wordbreaker · 4 months

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Where Crows Rise, Prologue ✷ GOT

PAIRING: Jaime Lannister / F!OC

SUMMARY: Winter is coming but Astrisse has never feared the dark. Above Death, We Fly said House Grimm when it was still standing. As the last member of the forgotten Great House of Kings and Queens of the First Men, Astrisse aims for something greater than the Iron Throne. Revenge. One does not break the line of Grimm so easily⏤for old crows never forgive and never forget. Dragon's fire is where Crows died. The Game of Thrones is where Crows will rise.

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Astrisse had been walking through the deep, biting winter for two months now. Walking and never looking back, for turning back meant Death. Such was the harsh law of the North.

Winter was merciless. It nibbled at your body and mind, leaving only despair and the desire to die. The white landscapes taunted her and her deeply human weaknesses. There was nothing more vicious than Winter. No blade nor gallows here, just the terrible sensation of freezing to death until, finally, an inferno burnt inside you, like a merciful act of the Gods before Death took you.

Astrisse did not want to die. Not until she had honoured her pact. Not even the great Winter could stop her burning thirst for revenge.

This desire, no, this need, made her forget the cold and her torments. The pain and fatigue were just mirages that the New Gods were placing in her path to confuse her. She would resist them like a Grimm: with dignity and strength.

Above Death, We Fly.

Sometimes, when the cold became too strong and crept under the fur of the wolf she had killed three weeks earlier, she would pray to the Old Gods and her ancestors, those born out of the chaos of winter and the bitterness of snow.

Astrisse descended from the branch of the Black Crows: The Grimms of Gods Eye, guardians of the Isle of Faces and Kings of the First Men⏤a long way from the branch of the White Crows, who had ascended to this destructive North and tamed it.

When the Gods failed to answer her, she had a word for those ancestors she had never known, but whose memory accompanied her on her journey. Her prayers also went unanswered, but they warmed her heart when all seemed lost. They gave her the strength to keep walking and keep fighting.

The cold was one thing, the Wildlings' attacks, another. Their repeated onslaughts had been wearing down her joints, which were already riddled with frost, and dulling the blade of her sword to no purpose.

The blood she wanted to spill was not theirs.

Her footsteps crunched in the snow. Astrisse could no longer feel her toes. In the distance, the black, prickly silhouette of a forest took shape and stained the expanse of ice. At last.

For a few seconds, the woman hesitated to light a fire. A few branches of wood, amidst the water skins and a few scraps of dried meat, still lay at the bottom of her leather bag. But she resisted the temptation. Too dangerous. The smoke would alert the souls that the bright orange and red would finish attracting.

She could count on her frozen fingers the number of times flames had danced in the freezing cold and rekindled her flesh. The nights were the worst. Without a crackling fire, the gloomy silence, the freezing cold, and the complete darkness turned it into a moment of psychological torture. Who knew what lurked in the night, waiting for the right moment to strike?

A rustle echoed in the white immensity. Astrisse immediately grabbed her bow. She drew an arrow from her quiver and nocked it. Without a sound, she moved forward and listened carefully. The crunch of her footsteps. The howling of the wind. The irregular crumbling of loose stones. Nothing unusual.

Astrisse thought she'd imagined it⏤madness had been lurking around her as of late⏤but it happened again. A rustle. Like the sound of cloth. No. It couldn't have been her imagination. She squinted. More than turning her mad, the cold was blinding her. The snow blurred the landscape and darkened it, leaving only a thick grey blanket. You couldn't see more than a mile away.

Probably a wolf, Astrisse thought. A vain attempt to reassure herself. The North was populated by kingly animals. No humans to hunt or tame them. They were as ferocious as when the Old Gods placed them on earth, at its very beginning. She gripped her arrow a little tighter between her index and middle finger. She was not afraid to kill a wolf, not when she was wearing the skin of one on her back.

That damned rustle again. Closer, this time.

Astrisse turned round abruptly.

Through the thick snowstorm, two blue eyes glinted. Two piercing yet motionless beads, only a few metres away. There was no silhouette or shadow to give her any clue as to the identity of this thing. Just this pair of disturbing, penetrating eyes.

Astrisse was certain of one thing as a series of shivers ran down her spine.

This was no animal.

“Who goes there?” she shouted.

The wind seemed to howl a little louder and muffled Astrisse's words in its gusts.

“Who are you? State your name!”

She squinted a little more, trying to make out something other than its eyes, but she could not. There was no way for her to know whether it was a Wildling or someone else. The strange figure did not answer her, but the eyes seemed to get bigger, and that sordid rustle resounded again.

Astrisse almost dropped her bow when the snowstorm moved aside and let it through.

Impossible.

Her hand trembled around the notch of her arrow, a lifeline at this instant, perhaps her only chance to escape.

So, the old tales her nurse had told her were true. The Dead could walk.

She gulped.

In front of her was not a man but a corpse walking towards her. His rags revealed rotten, perforated flesh, pierced by bones burnished by time and dirt. A rusty sword swung with each of his irregular steps.

Astrisse fired her first arrow but the Other kept moving, unperturbed. His blue eyes had not let go of her for a single second. Her arrow was not even an afterthought. It meant nothing to him; this being made more of air than flesh. Because he was, or rather he had been.

She had not been afraid when the wolf had appeared in the middle of the night three weeks earlier. She had not been afraid when Wildlings had attacked her by surprise and left her bleeding. She had not been afraid when she had heard strange whispers on the coldest nights.

For the first time in a long time, a gust of fear chilled her veins and wet her trousers. The North had taken her strength and health. It was now taking her courage.

Astrisse fired a second arrow, which passed between two exposed ribs and strayed into the ice behind the creature. With trembling hands, she hooked her bow behind her back and drew Heartseeker, the sword of Wyllam III Grimm, the last King of the First Men who had resisted Aegon the Conqueror and paid the price with his blood.

Her ancestor.

Would she suffer the same fate as him? Fire had been his doom. Would hers be Ice?

With only fear and adrenalin in her brain, she attacked.

Before her, the blue eyes came to life with the surge of pure rage that seized the skeleton. It let out an inhuman scream, somewhere between a shrill cry and a hiss.

The sound of Death.

It was tolling the bells. Her time had come.

The sheer strength of his blow had Astrisse taking several steps back when she parried it. The ice made the ground unstable and slippery. For a brief moment, she wondered whether Heartseeker would resist. Was Valyrian steel⏤perhaps the most precious metal in all of Westeros⏤a mere blade of iron in the face of Death?

Her years of combat training, with her mother and her teachers, seemed to vanish under her own eyes. No reflexes, no tactics, just her survival instinct to guide and defend her.

She didn't stand a chance.

Above Death, We Fly, a voice whispered to her.

Astrisse raised Heartseeker and brought it down hard on the Other's shoulder. It split the air and the putrid remains of flesh. His arm fell to the ground, but in the next second it was twisting and reaching for her ankles.

At first, she tried to crush the moving limb, but its fingers snaked to avoid her heavy sole and came dangerously close to her heel. She kicked it. The arm disappeared further into the snow, but Astrisse knew it would be back, however worrying that thought might be.

Fatigue made her movements heavy and slow. Astrisse could feel it as well as see it⏤her blows weren't grazing him and were losing their offensive quality. Death, on the other hand, was not weakening. It delivered emotionless blow after emotionless blow, the only witness to the soul that had once resided in this body being those two big blue eyes, too bright to be the work of the Gods.

A guttural howl from deep inside her chest hit and scrapped Astrisse's throat. A stabbing pain burned her flesh and blood. The Other had thrust his sword into her shoulder. She felt the blood trickle down and weave through her collarbone, colonising her flesh and clothes.

Astrisse mustered her last bit of strength to bring the sword down on what was left of his pelvis. As she raised her blade, the Other suddenly stopped. By reflex, she imitated him. Calm returned and all the pain in her limbs hit her at full force. She hissed.

But then, Astrisse heard them. Screams. Further away. The Dead turned towards the noise, once again trapped in his mortuary slowness.

Astrisse seized her only chance and ran. Running and never looking back. To look back was to die. And Astrisse wasn't finished with life yet.

Dying would have to wait.

It was difficult to say how long she ran. The snowy, white landscape transformed into trees, sometimes bare, sometimes covered in leaves⏤oscillating between life and death, Winter and Spring. Breathing meant agony. Every step made her suffer and triggered an immense pain in her chest⏤like a fire you could not put out. Forgetting the pain and running. Always running. Never looking back.

Astrisse soon stopped running when she was certain that the Other had not followed her. She welcomed the silence of the forest as an old friend. No rustling, no mournful cry, no blue eyes.

This strange, almost supernatural colour, like the embodiment of ice, glinted in her mind and paralysed her thoughts. It colonised her being and her memories, making her forget everything she had experienced so far, leaving only that horrifying look. If Astrisse had died today, her last memory would not have been of her mother, but of those two blue eyes.

The thought terrified her.

Astrisse struggled to banish the memory of those blizzard-sculpted eyes and found refuge in the bloody eyes of the heart-tree she stumbled upon.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of those red tears. Hers flowed silently down her cheeks, transparent but coloured by a strange mixture of fear and joy. All around her, branches covered in red leaves seemed to embrace her. The Ancient Gods had placed these weirwood trees there to protect her.

Astrisse fell to her knees in front of the wooden carved face and did what anyone who had cheated Death would do.

She prayed.

Astrisse murmured her prayer to the nameless Gods of the wood and stood there in silence. All nature around her awoke. The Gods were answering her. In the rustle of the leaves, the crunch of the snow and the whisper of the wind, they conveyed their message of hope and resilience.

Winter was just one of many trials, a rite of passage to her final destination. To give up now was to fail. The Grimms did not fail. She was living proof of that.

A noise disturbed the comforting calmness of the forest. Astrisse stood up. Her knees, seized by the cold, creaked. She grabbed Heartseeker's hilt, her gaze fixed on the confused mass of trees and its darkness, searching for the source of the sound.

Nothing. Just this rustling, but the wind was now breathless. The leaves above her had stopped moving. Her heartbeat quickened. Her hands trembled. Death had found her. No doubt about it. It had come to claim its due.

Déjà vu. Running. Leaving the trees and the Gods behind. Running. The trees seemed to have multiplied. Their sheer number and resemblance almost stunned her.

But then her eyes met the boundary between green and white, between forest and ice and snow, and that long white path to a gigantic wall carved out of the frost⏤a terrestrial iceberg.

This was no ordinary wall. It was the Wall, built millennia ago, when the Grimm were still the most powerful House in all of Westeros. This dam of ice looked down on the whole world. It was ineffable. It had existed for dozens of generations. Its existence could no longer be explained. One just had to accept it.

From down below, she could almost imagine the men of the Night's Watch on duty. Perhaps they could see her. Her nanny had told her many stories about these men, about what they fought and held outside Westeros. At the time, lulled by the naivety of childhood, she had not believed these tales.

The wound on her shoulder would be a reminder, a lesson for the future⏤Truth always lies in stories.

A black spot in the middle of the Wall caught her attention. The gate. Closed. She looked behind her. The forest had gone back to sleep; still and silent, it sent a shiver down her spine.

The North had nothing more to offer her. Her time beyond the Wall would come to an end on this day. She now had to cross it and join the cities and monarchies that all those impostors had built. She had to get back to the land of her ancestors. She had to get back to Gods Eye.

Astrisse said a silent prayer to the Old Gods and raised her head to the sky⏤so white and thick that not a cloud deigned to intrude. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and let her body feel.

Above Death, We Fly.

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