#nymor martell

[atopvisenyashill]

A timeline of the ruling princes and princesses of Dorne from Meria Martell’s death to the formal union of Dorne and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms in 187 AC.

Anything marked with a * means it’s a canon date. The rest are speculation and a lot of math on my part. I also made up the names for a few characters as well! Also rip the quality on this but when you click it, it looks better.

More explanation under the cut.

Where I ran into most trouble in trying to figure out this timeline when we have not nearly as much information as we do about literally every other major Great House of Westeros, is the line from Morion the Mad to Qoren Martell. There’s several quick changes in princes during that time and we don’t even know what their relation is to one another in several instances. So I tried working out the timeline in a few different ways - I tried it with Mara Martell, Morion’s heir, as his very young daughter, as a twin sister, as a younger sister, and I finally settled on her being his much older aunt as making the most sense.

I think it makes the most sense because Morion is considered young and yet his father was Prince for a very long time; it doesn’t make sense that a ruling prince would wait so long to have an heir unless in a parallel to Jaehaerys’ later issue, several of his heirs die and leave the line of succession a bit uncertain. So I concluded that Morion’s father, who I named Voren, had several older children that died, likely during the Vulture King’s first war (we know it’s suspected Deria was funding him) so when Voren died, the throne went to his reckless, dumb ass youngest son, Morion. With Morion dying without any children, the throne passes next to Deria’s second child, Mara, and the Nymeros Martell line descends from them. This also makes sense because in canon, Morion was angry that his father didn’t send soldiers to kick the Iron Throne out of the Dornish Marches during Lord Rogar’s War; if Voren had children that had died in a previous conflict, it would make sense that he’d hesitate to get involved again.

Qoren was also a bit tricky. He had to be old enough to fight in the Stepstones War against Daemon, but young enough to not be married yet and be considered a potential match for Rhaenyra two years later. After a lot of wondering how in the hell I make that work, I finally figured - again, similar to Cregan Stark and Jaeherys, that there was a surplus of heirs at this time. Mara would have come into her throne already old with children and grandchildren, and her heir would come into the throne also already old, same as Meria/Nymor/Deria. Makes sense that the prince before Qoren was therefore a grandfather or great-grandfather, and that Qoren’s father never took the Sunspear Throne.

I stopped at the unification of the Seven Kingdoms simply because we get absolutely no information on what was going on in Dorne until Doran’s mother. Apparently, Dorne was real quiet during the Blackfyre Rebellions, hah.

And as for names...

Voren - we have several instances of Dornishmen with names that end in the -en sound. Doran, Oberyn, Llewyn, Yoren, etc. It seems like a common naming quirk, similar to the Northerners being really fond of -on and -ard endings. I thought Voren sounded the most like a real name.

Ellario - We have Elia and Ellaria so I figured there should be a male version of the name. I didn’t want to use Elio, so Ellario was born.

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[sebeth]

TWOIAF/Fire & Blood: The End Of The First Dornish War

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

  The last installment ended with the Dornish War’s most famous fatalities: Queen Rhaenys and Meraxes.

10 to 12 AC are referred to as the Dragon’s Wroth. Every castle in Dorne, except Sunspear, were burned thrice over by Balerion and Vhagar. The sands around the Hellholt (the site of Rhaenys’ death) were fused into glass.

Why was Sunspear spared the repeated destruction? Was it an attempt to turn the Dornish against the Martells ala “see how you suffer while your lords do nothing”?

The Dornish lords went into hiding but were still pursued by Targaryen forces. Aegon the Conquerer had offered a “lord’s ransom in gold for the head of any Dornish lord, leading to the deaths of Lord Fowler, Lady Vaith, Lady Toland, and four successive Lords of the Hellholt.

Only two of the killers lived to collect their rewards and the Dornish repaid blood with blood: “Lord Connington of Griffin’s Roost was killed while hunting, Lord Mertyns of Mistwood poisoned with his whole household by a cask of Dornish wine, Lord Fell smothered in a brothel in King’s Landing.

Dornish assassins attacked Aegon thrice and he “would have fallen on two of those occasions but for his guards. They also attacked Visenya and her escorts – two were slain before Visenya killed the last attacker with Dark Sister.

The “infamous act of that bloody age” occurred in 12 AC, when Wyl of Wyl, the Widow-lover, crashed the wedding of Ser Jon Cafferen, heir to Fawntown, to Alys Oakheart, daughter of the Lord of Old Oak. Admitted into the area by a treacherous servant, Wyl and his forces “slew Lord Oakheart and most of the wedding guests, then made the bride look on as they gelded her husband. Afterward they took turns raping Lady Alys and her handmaids, then carried them off and sold them to a Myrish slaver.”

I would have used “disgusting” instead of “Infamous”. The Oakheart-Cafferen wedding is as horrifying as the Red Wedding. Worse in many aspects. In the Red Wedding, the Freys, Lannisters, Boltons, and Starks were active participants in the War of the Five Kings. The attack during the wedding was treacherous, cowardly, and terrible but the Northern and Riverlands lords did have targets on their back.

The attack on the Cafferen-Oakheart wedding seemed to be picking a random Stormlands and Reach family and deciding to unleash hell for kicks.

Did Tywin Lannister read about the Cafferen-Oakheart wedding in a history book and think to himself: “I can top that”.

By the way, Dorne is now a “smoking desert, beset by famine, plague, and blight – referred to as a “blasted land” by traders from the Free Cities.

The book states that the Martells remained “Unbowed, Unbent, and Unbroken”. It might be true for the Martells but their land has been annihilated.

In 13 AC, Meria Martell died (while having sex with a stallion, according to her enemies). How very Catherine the Great of her!

Meria’s son, Nymor, becomes the Prince of Dorne. Nymor is tired of war and sends his Deria, his daughter, to King’s Landing, to propose peace terms.

Deria and her fellow Dornish didn’t receive a warm welcome. Queen Visenya declared “No peace without submission” and Orys Baratheon suggested removing a hand from Deria before sending her back to Dorne. Lord Oakheart, father of Alys, wanted her sold to the “meanest brothel in King’s Landing”.

Aegon rejected all the proposals by stating that an “envoy under a banner of peace would suffer no harm under his roof.”

Grand Maester Lucan wrote Aegon was weary of war but couldn’t see a way to end the war due to the following reasons:

·         Queen Rhaenys’ death would have been in vain

·         It could inspire rebellions from other regions

·         The Reach, the Stormlands, and the Marches had suffered horrendously would neither forgive or forget

Aegon almost refused the peace terms when Deria handed him a letter from her father.  Aegon read the letter while gripping the Iron Throne so hard he cut himself open. He left for Dragonstone and returned the next day, accepting the peace terms. He signed a treaty of eternal peace with Dorne. Aegon must have forgotten to explain the “eternal” part to his descendants as this is the end of the First Dornish War.

No one knows the content of the letter but a few possibilities are put forth:

·         A simple plea from one father to another

·         A list of all the lords and noble knights who lost their lives during the war

·         Septons suggest in was an ensorcelled missive, using Meria’s blood, and Aegon was unable to resist its “malign magic”

·         The threat of hiring a Faceless Men of Braavos to kill Aenys, Aegon’s heir

It’s not mentioned in the books but fans have theorized the letter could have contained an offer to end a still-alive Rhaeny’s suffering or that her bones had been returned to Dragonstone.

I’m not sure why Aegon would keep the return of Rhaenys’s bones a secret. Wouldn’t he want a state funeral for his beloved sister-wife? If the offer was the return of Rhaneys’s bones did Aegon ever tell Visenya, Orys, and Rhaenys about it? Surely they would have the right to know.

I doubt the letter contained magic. The Faceless Man threat is a possibility. It would explain why Aegon never told Visenya the contents of the letter. I could see her going nuclear on Dorne if she knew of the threat – and Sunspear would no longer be spared.

So what did the two idiots (Aegon & Meria) achieve during this decade-long pissing match:

On Aegon’s side we have:

·         The death of a sister-wife and mother of his heir

·         The death of a dragon – one of the weapons that made the Conquest possible

·         The mutilation of a brother – one who underwent a marked personality change as a result of his captivity

·         Thousands dead, and the suffering and mutilation of thousands more

 On Meria’s side we have:

·         Dorne turned into a “blasted land”  of plague, famine, and desolation

·         Thousands dead, and the suffering of thousands more

 Both sides are idiots and I’m equally disgusted with the Targaryens and Meria Martell.

Aegon’s obsession with unifying the Seven Kingdoms (and satisfying his own ego) led to a brutal war that he justified by his “dragon dream” of an unknown threat from the North.

The only finished product in the ASOIAF-verse is the show and what was Dorne’s contribution to the Long Night, round 2? Nothing! Maybe there was an unnamed Dornish in the Night’s Watch.  If I had to guess, it won’t be much different in the books. Oberyn and Quentyn took themselves out due to ego and stupidity. The rest of House Martell will be wiped out in the upcoming Dany-Faegon confrontation. Dorne’s forces will suffer in that same confrontation so we’re not going to see them in the North fighting wights.

Meria’s refusal to negotiate with Aegon due to her own ego led to thousands of Dornish deaths. Harrenhal and the Field of Fire had happened by this death. She refused to treat with Aegon, knowing it would result in thousands of Dornish deaths, and she did not care as she had to remain “unbowed, unbent, unbroken”. Horrible woman. And if your country has undergone such destruction, they gossip over it on another continent, you are in fact “broken”.

The aftermath of the war led to the normally tense relations between the Stormlands/the Reach and Dorne to escalate to intense hatred – which would cause issues for generations to come.

Dorne’s reputation would suffer – they would be known as treacherous, untrustworthy cowards. Not to mention the years/decades it took to fully recover from the Dragon’s Wroth.

Up next, Aegon has accomplishments that don’t involve mass-killings.

#asoiaf #game of thrones #Aegon the Conqueror #aegon targaryen #Dorne #Rhaenys Targaryen #Meraxes #Wyl of Wyl #Hellholt #Meria Martell #Nymor Martell #Deria Martell #Jon Cafferen #Alys Oakheart #Visenya Targaryen #Orys Baratheon

[alicenttully]

quite frankly, if they're gonna insist on doing something as boring as the conquest, they should just focus on the most interesting part of it which is dorne!

dorne like the other kingdoms refused to submit to the targaryens, but it was dorne alone that actually succeeded. and the person who was instrumental in that victory (albeit a heavy one) was princess meria martell. she was no dragonrider, just an old woman who quite frankly probably didn't relish the idea of war, but respected the meaning of her house words more. y'all can call that selfish, but how is that any more selfish than aegon deciding he needed to have westeros? at least dorne was meria's home and she was doing what her people wanted.

all the other kingdoms was solved fairly quickly but the first dornish war took 9 years. they killed rhaenys and her dragon. it would end with princess meria's death and her granddaughter travelling to a city that was full of people who wanted her dead or worse with terms for aegon, and ended up leaving it with dorne remaining independent due to aegon finally agreeing to it. and this was all thanks to a letter from prince nymor that nobody besides aegon knew the contents of.

edit: oh and poc writers being heavily involved would be necessary, a must

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #house martell #princess meria martell #princess deria martell #I said what I said

[jedimaesteryoda]

What was in Prince Nymor's Letter to Aegon I? (Updated)

Background

Aegon the Conqueror managed to forge the Seven Kingdoms into one with his dragons, but there was one exception: Dorne. The First Dornish War marked the only war where a kingdom managed to avoid subjugation by the Iron Throne. 

The Dornish avoided open battle as well as holing in fortresses. Rhaenys found all the castles in Dorne empty as she flew on Meraxes as the Dornish forces melted away. 

Meria: I will not fight you, nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that. Rhaenys: I shall, but we will come again, Princess, and next time we shall come with fire and blood. Meria: Your words, Ours are Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. You may burn us, my lady, but you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. This is Dorne. You are not wanted here. Return at your peril.

Princess Meria waited for her in Sunspear just to tell her off. Aegon placed his men to control castles, and declared victory only for the Dornish forces to return. Meria threw Lord Rosby from a window herself. 

Also, apparently the Dornish didn’t play nice. Entire garrisons were put to the sword. Knights were tortured, and Lord Wyl cut off the hands of captured prisoners-of-war, including Aegon’s Hand, Orys Baratheon. These actions violated the codes of chivalry, and had Aegon and his bannermen howling for vengeance, which led to a bloody cycle of retaliation and reappraisals. 

Aegon’s retaliation was swift as he and his sisters took to their dragons and burned Dornish castles. The Dornish responded by burning half the rainwood and sacking half a dozen towns and villages. The Targaryens then responded by burning more Dornish castles in dragonflame. The Dornish response to that was Lord Fowler capturing Nightfall and taking its occupants hostage and razing the nearby villages and towns. The Targaryens, then predictably, responded with their dragons again, but this time, miraculously, the Dornish managed to take down a dragon. A scorpion bolt in a one in a million shot, hit Meraxes in the eye, killing the dragon and ostensibly, the rider, Rhaenys. 

The death of Aegon’s favorite sister-wife was of course a huge personal blow, and it marked the start of the next two years of the war appropriately named the Dragon’s Wroth, the nadir of the war. Aegon and Visenya's initial response was to burn every castle in Dorne, except Sunspear. Some castles were even burned more than once with Hellholt, the site of Meraxes’s death, being burned three times. Aegon and Visneya also placed bounties on the heads of Dornish lords to which the Dornish responded by placing bounties on their heads as well as those of their allies. Half a dozen Dornish lords were assassinated while Aegon and Visneya survived several assassination attempts, and Lord Fell was murdered in a brothel. 

Finally, Meria Martell died, and was succeeded by her son, Nymor. Nymor took a different approach compared to his mother, and sent his daughter and heir, Deria, to King’s Landing with Meraxes’s skull and a letter. While Aegon’s queen and advisors pushed for Aegon to harm Deria, Aegon refused and heard out Deria. 

Dorne wanted peace, according to Deria—but the peace of two kingdoms no longer at war, not the peace between a vassal and a lord. Many urged His Grace against this, and the phrase "no peace without submission" was often heard in the halls of the Aegonfort. It was claimed that the king would look weak should he agree to such a demand and that the lords of the Reach and stormlands who had suffered so much for his cause would be angered.

Swayed by such considerations, it is said, King Aegon was determined to refuse the offer until Princess Deria placed in his hands a private letter from her father, Prince Nymor. Aegon read it upon the Iron Throne, and men say that when he rose, his hand was bleeding, so hard had he clenched it. He burned the letter and departed immediately on Balerion's back for Dragonstone. When he returned the next morning, he agreed to the peace and signed a treaty to that effect.

Aegon read Nymor’s letter, burned it, and left for Dragonstone on Balerion that day, only to return the following morning and to his court’s surprise, agree to Nymor’s terms of ending the First Dornish War with the Iron Throne recognizing Dorne’s independence. 

No one knows the contents of that letter, but there are theories as to what was in that letter that led Aegon to forgo his aim to conquer Dorne and agree to Nymor’s peace. Let’s look at the possibilities offered.

1. Did he threaten to take all the wealth of Dorne to hire the Faceless Men to kill Aegon's young son and heir, Aenys? 

The problem with this one is Aegon "flew to Sunspear on Balerion on the tenth anniversary of the peace accords to celebrate ‘a feast of freindship’ with Deria Martell” with Aenys accompanying him. I doubt Aegon would willingly celebrate such a treaty with Princess Deria, and do so, by bringing along the son they threatened to kill if he didn’t sign. That would just make things awkward.  

Also, the whole point of hiring an assassin, especially a Faceless Man, is to get someone killed without you being implicated. If you say that “if person A dies, it's definitely because of me,” that would be a clear invitation to retaliation from the victim’s family and allies. 

The man whom this threat was made to burned every castle in Dorne in retaliation for Rhaenys’s death. It doesn’t take much speculation to imagine how he would have responded to the death of his son borne by that same woman. A threat like that likely wouldn’t have intimidated Aegon into signing the treaty, but more likely angered him and provoked threats of retaliation.

One must also note that by the time of the meeting (13 AC) Maegor had just been born the year before (12 AC). Even with Aenys dead, Aegon would still have had a son to continue the Targaryen line, and it wouldn’t have been a permanent end to the Targaryen threat. 

2.  Did Nymor reveal that Rhaenys lived still, broken and mutilated, and that he would end her suffering if Aegon ended hostilities? 

It doesn’t take a genius to see the problems with this one. The proposal is basically to tell Aegon "Hey, remember your beloved queen Rhaenys, she's alive, we've just been torturing her for the past two years. Agree to this peace and we'll kill her, the thing that you burned Dorne over thinking we did."

For Aegon, the idea of Rhaenys having been left broken after being tortured and mutilated for two years undoubtedly would have enraged him in such a manner that would have befit his sobriquet “the Dragon”, and had him threatening swift and brutal retaliation. He would have demanded Rhaenys back, no matter what condition she was in. I also seriously doubt Aegon would take Rhaenys’s son, Aenys, to celebrate the peace with Deria that was signed on the condition of killing his tortured mother. 

Nymor would also have demonstrated himself to be an idiot by needlessly endangering his daughter, Deria. By sending her, he would have handed Aegon a potentially valuable hostage on a silver platter that Aegon could use to counter any threats against Rhaenys. It also undermined the message of goodwill by bringing the skull of Meraxes.

There is also the question of if they had Rhaenys alive this whole time, why the hell didn’t they use her before, the moment they had captured her? The Dornish would have to be complete fools to not see how valuable a hostage Aegon’s favorite sister-wife could be. They at the very least could have used her to negotiate a ceasefire, and given themselves some respite.

3. Was the letter ensorceled?

Short answer: no. I don’t think we’ve seen magic capable of influencing someone’s consciousness with the most being tales of love potions.

4. Some claim it was a simple plea, from one father to another, heartfelt words that touched King Aegon’s heart.

This seems a little too romantic. I mean even if the words did touch Aegon’s heart, there were still political realities to consider, and I don’t see how relating as a father would move Aegon enough to forget about Rhaenys, the woman who first made him a father to begin with. 

5. Others insist it was a list of all those lords and noble knights who lost their lives during the war.

I admit while showing a king the human costs of his war isn’t unappealing to me, one must note that “the Reach, the stormlands and the marches had suffered grievously during the fighting, and would never forgive and forget.” The relatives of those same lords and knights who died in the Dornish War largely wanted the war to continue to avenge their relatives, and would potentially have seen a Dornish peace without submission seemingly make those deaths in vain. 

It also wouldn’t be the first time Aegon suffered a personal loss in his conquest. He lost his distant cousin and one of his family’s closest friends, Daemon Velaryon, in the first Targaryen assault on the Vale. Yet, he continued his conquest regardless. 

What actually was in the letter?

Think back to Robert’s Rebellion with Dornish anger over the horrific deaths of Elia and her children as well as the death of Lewyn at the Battle of the Trident. Jon Arryn managed to avoid rebellion by the Dornish by returning Lewyn’s bones to Dorne, and negotiating with Prince Doran. 

Returning the remains of a fallen relative is an act of respect. It is mentioned that Rhaenys’s bones were never returned. Neither were the bones Elia and her children, but that was because they were given the Targaryen custom of cremation.

I think Rhaenys’s body was likely given the same treatment. What Nymor may have mentioned in the letter is that he was returning Rhaenys’s ashes from her funeral pyre to Dragonstone. That is why Aegon left for Dragonstone that day on Balerion, he wanted to meet up with the ship carrying her urn. 

That leaves the question of why Aegon burned the letter. It likely mentioned how Rhaenys died. It must be mentioned that in the Dance of Dragons, dragonriders have survived their dragons falling to the ground like Aegon II on Sunfyre (twice) and Baela on Moondancer, though with serious injuries. Rhaenys actually may have survived the fall, and they put her in bed and gave her a maester to recuperate.

Note, that "his hand was bleeding, so hard had he clenched it," or his hand was stained with Targaryen blood, a trope going back to Cain's hands being stained with the blood of his brother Abel. The letter likely stated that when Aegon attacked Hellholt in retaliation for Rhaenys's purported demise, she was in one of the towers Balerion had burned. In other words, Rhaenys had died not by Dornish hands but by his own hand. The crime he had pinned on the Dornish, and made them suffer for was his own. In his pursuit of vengeance, he had destroyed the one thing he had loved most.

The kinslayer is cursed, and that meant that House Targaryen had been tragically cursed from the start. The tradition of dragons slaying dragons would continue to plague the generations of Aegon's progeny.

Throughout the war, both sides did a lot of awful stuff with the Targaryens burning everything in Dorne in dragonflame, and the Dornish responding by engaging in torture, mutilation and assassination (which the Targaryens did first). All those actions did was escalate the war, and result in more brutal retaliation from the Targaryens with each side upping the violence, brutality and destruction. However, by performing this one honorable gesture, Nymor managed to succeed where his mother failed in ending Aegon’s attempts to subdue Dorne. Aegon having learned he had inadvertently killed his own beloved wife made him realize the futility of the Dragon's Wroth and agree to the terms to end the war.

#asoiaf #house targaryen #aegon the conqueror #balerion #rhaenys targaryen #dorne #house martell #dragons #queen rhaenys targaryen #aegon i targaryen #iron throne #sunspear

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Ashara Martell aesthetic

Ashara Martell, granddaughter of the yellow toad of Dorne, second daughter of Prince Nymor Martell and third wife of Aegon I Targaryen.

Ashara also known as tamer of snakes or whisperer of poisonous beasts. Ashara mothered a Sand bastard before marrying Aegon from an unknown man, a daughter with the name Dyanna Sand. Ashara and Aegon were parents to four children, two daughters and two sons, Baera Targaryen, Gaemax Targaryen, Jacaela Targaryen and Daekar Targaryen.

Ashara and Aegon’s relationship was rocky in the beginning and it was a known fact that Ashara refused to bend to his will and never addressed him as king or majesty. Ashara never had a good relationship with either of Aegon’s sister-wives, especially Visenya.

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[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Incertitudes

----Masterlist----"Rules" for request----

Part 1

Pairing : Daemon x chubby fem reader, Nymor Martell (oc) x chubby fem reader

Summer : Y/n tries to stay focused on her engagement although troubled by Daemon’s statement.

Trigger warning : English is not my native language. I desperately need a beta reader.

Author notes : Hi, "incertitudes" is uncertainties in french, if you don't want to Google translation

The sound of the wind shook the canvas of the tents, a smell of dry earth, steel and flower floated in the air, very few people passed through the alleys of the tents, Sir Gervesot your sworn shield was placed about thirty meters from you two and watched your exchange on his guard. The sun was shining in the sky, under other circumstances you probably would have enjoyed this moment. But it was the trembling hands, your buzzing ears and your heart pounding so hard, that you felt the beats in your temples, that you reflected on the words of Daemon.

"You say you love me." You just whispered his words.

"Yes, of all my being."

"What do you know about love?! You hurt my fiance! He did nothing to you! I would never have assaulted one of the women you sleep with! That’s not love!" A fury unknown to you until then had just shown his nose.

"What do you know about love?"

"Because I love you! I was ready to turn the page that wasn’t even written, I would have let you love another... I’d rather be unhappy and see you happy with another. That’s love... As long as the other is happy, that’s all that matters..."

"Do you think you’re happy with this prince? He won’t bring you everything I can give you."

"I don’t know if I would be in the future, but a throne is not what I want..."

"What do you want?"

"Faithfulness? Loyalty?... I don’t know, but not all the riches of the world... They’re worthless if... If you’re afraid of losing the person you love to someone else..."

Tears were running down your cheeks, you were angry with the prince and at the same time, a part of you was screaming that you finally had what you wanted. Daemon was initially frustrated with your response, but as you began to cry, a form of guilt began to gnaw at him. The prince raised his hands to try to hold you in his arms, but you stepped back, raising your arms to avoid any physical contact. Your sworn shield by your cries had approached, hand on the pommel of his sword, the cracking of branches and grass indicated to you that it was close.

"Y/n..."

"No Daemon, I... I can’t... I’m engaged now... I can’t do this to my family."

Daemon watched you slowly recede, like a wild animal in front of a predator, his own heart pounding, your look showed how badly you were wounded, the prince himself was no longer sure of what he had to do, he could not let you go like that. He had to make up for it, if it wasn’t beating that "Nymor" in a tournament, he had to find another way to win you back. He was heartbroken when he saw you leaving in the direction of your fiancé’s tent, but at the same time, another fire began to burn in him, much stronger for you.

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The tent of the Martell house was a flamboyant yellow outside but a more ochre yellow inside, some furniture was placed there, a table where several chairs were placed, several arms racks and armor stand, wooden pillars maintained the roof of the tent was visible and locations for wrought iron lamps were embedded in it. A silk curtain separated the tent in two, you looked around you, looking for Nymor, Sir Gervesot remained at the entrance of the tent, ready to intercept any incoming people.

You walked quickly towards the curtain, placed one of your hands on it, moved the piece of cloth on the cotton, heard a sound of movement and a grunt.

"This have to stop, leave me alone."

"Nymor..."

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the festivities?"

"I was worried about you."

Nymor, who was lying on a bunk, got up hearing you. His curly hair was mixed and ruffled, his face had small wounds on the right corner of his head, all had been treated by the mestres, none would leave scars. His armor was on the ground beside the shirt he was wearing underneath, moving everything by the mestres. The top of his body was covered with a thin, simple shirt, without frills.

The Prince of Dorne raised his arms inviting you to approach, it is in a few pat that you run away in the arms of your fiancé, a weight weighing on your shoulders began to fall, you placed your arms around his torso, clutching him like a life buoy. Nymor began to gently stroke your back with one hand.

"I... I saw Daemon..."

You looked up, watching Nymor’s reactions, but he seemed thoughtful, you continued.

"We talked, I think... he... he explained his point of view to me... and finally told me that he loves me..." You felt Nymor’s hands clench against you. "I told her it wasn’t love... You don’t hurt the other for love..."

"Do you love him?" Nymor looked at you with her brown eyes.

'It’s not even six moon, but I... I think part of me always have him in mind, even in a tiny way. I’m sure you still have a part of your last love in you."

"That is true."

Nymor laid his head against yours, gently kissing your forehead. Prince Targaryen did not seem to be a person abandoning so easily, the goals he had set, the dornish prince, understood that your stay at King’s Landing had to be shortened, the faster you will go to Dorne and the faster, Daemon would stop in his shenanigans. A war with Dornes was not permitted for the crown, and this both princes were concise about, but only one was impulsive enough to trigger it. You stayed several hours beside Nymor, when he asked what had happened during the tournament, you explained to him that you had no heart to watch. You felt relaxed near Nymor, much more than with Daemon, in the presence of the Targaryen, a part of you was always vigilant, not of fear, just instinctive.

When night came, you proposed to the dornish prince to accompany you to the red keep, which he quickly accepted. Although his ego had been wounded in the face of his defeat. Your presence had appeased him. It is hand in hand, Sir Gervesot follow you, that you would go to the castle, which had several windows illuminated by the light of the torches. The light in the banquet hall was most flamboyant. You looked at Nymor and then at the banquet hall.

"Why not eat together? I don’t want to be around so many people."

"That’s a great idea."

With a glance and a smiling accomplice, you continued to walk, without suspecting that several knights in the golden cape were looking towards you. One of them goes on a brisk march through the tents, entering the largest and darkest of them. A most suffocating heat reigned there.

"My prince, they have returned to the castle."

---

The next morning, Anne came to help you prepare for the second day of jousting. Although Nymor had lost, you made the decision to dress in the color of the house Martell, a few days before, the dornish prince had offered you a sumptuous dress of a vibrant yellow, suns were placed there in small golden touch, your décolleter flattered your chest in its cut, the bottom of the dress was long the almost invisible folds allowed to have amplitude in your movements. There were no long sleeves or short sleeves, just two strips of fabric running through your shoulders leaving them bare. Such a dress was rare at King’s Landing, almost non-existent, only people from Dorne or Essos wore it. You complimented your outfit with a golden jewel where your favorite gemstone was in the center and a golden bracelet decorate with a sixteen-pointed sun.

You were supposed to have breakfast with your parents and Nymor, but Anne’s arrival changed your morning plans somewhat. King Viserys and Queen Aemma wished to discuss at breakfast and added themselves to the table. It bothered you a little bit, but you breathe quietly, trying to relax before you leave your apartments.

In the hallway leading to the dining room, you met Nymor, her short and curly black hair was stylized in a natural way, her curls falling in harmony, her dark brown eyes were lightened by the rays of the sun, giving her an almost mystical look. The wounds on his face were barely visible, from a distance his olive skin was almost read, it is by approaching him to say hello that you saw the wounds. He was dressed in a pink tunic with finely detailed floral motifs, the borders of the tunic was decorated with another fabric, the color of a yellow ochre also covered with floral motif. Nymor wore a black leather belt, where straps held the sheath of his sword, fine chains were hanging decorating with golden sun. His pants were very dark brown, in a very resistant fabric. The prince took your hand and kissed you, before offering you his arm and continuing your way.

"Hello Y/n, you are most radiant."

"Hello Nymor, I return your compliment."

You smiled at the prince, your heart beating quickly, you felt a slight warmth rising in your body. Nymor’s sweet voice and her courtesy always managed to remove your sincere smiles. Daemon could do it, too, but you had to forget about it, the good of your home depended on it.

"In Dorne you will no longer need to have a knight. I will not let anything happen to you and the old palace is very nice and very well protected.”

Nymor looked behind you, casting a glance at Sir Gervesot, you gently shook your head, smiling in a corner, thinking that he had recovered from his pride. You did not have time to answer him that you arrived at the doors of the dining room, open, surrounded by two knights post to the guard. The interior was visible, you could see some serving finishing the preparations, the wine pitchers placed on the large table, Nymor looked at you, whispered sweet words to your ear before entering the room.

The dining room was lit by sunlight, a large window allowed to see the roofs of red orange tiles of the city of King’s landing. Tapestries were hung on the walls and carpets placed on the floor. Nymor had pulled your chair out of gallantry before sitting to your right. You placed one hand in his, waiting for the last guests to arrive.

It was first your parents who arrived, wearing the colors of your house, followed a few minutes later by the king and his wife. You got up at the king’s arrival, you let go of Nymor’s hand at that moment. The modesty that reigned in the castle contrasted with the words of several lords and even the king. Protocol was protocol, even though it might seem absurd to you.

---

The breakfast went without a hitch, Queen Aemma congratulating you on this future union, rejoicing in the complicity she had seen between you and Nymor. Viserys spoke much more with your father, talking about the wedding preparations, the wedding night, the future festivities related to future births. Your mother was talking to Aemma and Nymor, giving you a few glances. A few laughs were exchanged when Nymor recounted life at the Sunspear and the day when his little brother Qyle fell into the summer sea water escaping the nanny surveillance. If the atmosphere was warm, it quickly fell to the mention of a person.

King Viserys, between a sip of wine and a piece of lard, spoke in an unbearable tone.

"After your marriage, Daemon may finally leave you alone, Lady Y/n. Yesterday’s demonstration at the joust meant disproportional doubt." He stared at Nymor. "I’m sorry he behaved like that yesterday."

You put your right hand on Nymor’s left thigh, the prince’s touch reassured you. As for Nymor, he was tense, with a tight smile he thanked the king. You might have thought that everything that happened in the red keep was meant for you to think about Daemon, that it was the scrolls that were always present, that haunted you at night, the colors of the Targaryen house, the gardens and the library where you were often found alone and now the king himself.

The rest of the breakfast happened slowly for you, you are the only comfort being the looks of your mother and the presence of the prince of Dorne.

---

The birds were singing, the cries of the crowd came to see the continuation of the jousting tournament, made you smile slightly, your parents and you had resumed your places, Nymor had settled on the empty seat to your right. During the fighting, he spoke to you in the ear, gently caressing your hand, the fighting was intense, several knights from the noble houses of Dornes had managed to arrive there, your fiancé, explained to you what were his houses, Adding a few little gossip of all kinds, making you laugh part time. You also went on to explain the gossip coming from the corridors of the castle, explaining the noble or rare warrior reasons for their titles. Several nobles present in the bleachers opposite the royal bleachers, noticed the complicity linking you.

But your bubble was shattered upon the arrival of a knight his spear bearing your favor. Nymor shook your hand, watching the prince march to his starting point. Surprisingly, there was no look towards the stands, no smile. Just, A warrior ready to fight. His fighting style had not changed since the day before, he was always aggressive, maybe less than in his fight with Nymor, but enough to bring down most of his opponents on the first try.

His toughest opponent was a knight fighting for House Stark, both were falling off their horses and fighting with swords. The two knights had managed to make it to the final round and neither participant had decided to lose. The sword strokes were raping, pieces of armor were torn from where to sink, Daemon’s helmet had flown during an attack, miraculously for him without injuring him leaving his long silvery hair flying in the wind moving with a supple movement on each dodge.

His opponent rushed towards him, taking him by surprise, and he was thrown to the ground. While he wanted to give her a sword stroke, the knight gave her a blow in the wrist, the prince released Dark sister under a moan of pain.

On the ground, Daemon cast for the first time a glance towards the royal tribune. He saw Viserys staring at him, smiling in the corner. Otto focus on the fight without commenting on anything. Aemma worries about the turn of the duel. Dropping his gaze. He saw this prince of dorne right on his chair, watching him back. He saw you, your hand gripping the dornish, your outfit in the color of the Martell. Daemon felt her heart tighten, you wore the colors of your fiancer and you were most beautiful. Your whole body expressed how worried you were and Prince Targaryen hoped it would be for him. A last breath of bravery passed through him, he observed the knight above him, his head was hidden by his helmet but he could feel the perspiration of it. With a look of disgust, Daemon managed to get himself out of the grip of his opponent, took a dagger out of his belt, he planted the blade in the left thigh of his opponent, who screamed under the pain. Heart pounding, Daemon took advantage of this diversion to catch dark sister, he got up with difficulty, pointing his blade towards his opponent.

"Give up or I’ll kill you."

The knight looked at Prince Targaryen, he wanted to take the blade out of his thigh, but a high heart prevented it. It was after several seconds of thinking about his possibilities to regain control and defeat Daemon, that the knight dropped his arms, declaring forfeit.

The spectators began to howl, waving flags of various colours, many of them in the colours of the Targaryen house. The shouter (sort of animator) entered the arena, grabbing the prince’s wrist, he raised his arm and proclaimed that Prince Daemon was the great winner of this tournament.

On your side you were experiencing your own battle, your feelings were most confused, between the worry, the pride that he won the jousting tournament, but also the remorse to feel such emotions in destination of someone other than your fiancer. One of your legs was shaking, your breath was jerking and your hand was shaking Nymor’s hand with force. You thought it would end here, that you’d go back to the castle and just celebrate the end of the jousts. But it made sense to count on the winner’s reward. That reward you had forgotten.

Servants had approached the prince, holding a wooden box close. By opening it all could see case inside stood a crown of flowers, flowers from Essos, they were beautiful, they were rare flowers that grew on the edge of the great desert.

You thought Daemon would refuse the reward and leave without it. But he took off his gloves, gently lifting the crown, he spent two minutes watching it before looking towards the stands. The prince advanced calmly, holding the crown towards the stands. All the people in the royal stands hoped the prince would offer it to the queen.

"Lady Y/h/n, your favor has kept me lucky throughout these battles, I want to name you queen of love and beauty."

Your heart was pounding with disturbing force, you thought you had imagined this moment, a part of you hoped for it, but another much louder screamed to accept, to come down from the bleachers to congratulate him. You looked towards your parents who were staring at Daemon, then your gaze passed over Nymor who was stretched on his chair, you shook his hand, trying to get him back, he shook his head before looking at you. With a little smile he loosened his grip on your hand, inviting you to accept the prince’s gift.

It is hesitant that you rose, letting the bottom of your dress float in the wind, arriving at the railing, you knelt down to take the crown from Daemon’s hands. As your hands touched, a very light electric shock ran through you. Daemon took your hands in his.

"Don’t forget my words, Y/n, I love you, with a love I’ve never felt before. Give me a chance."

You stayed several minutes so, your hands touching, looking you in the eyes, his purplish gaze managed to hypnotize you and had much more strength than you had imagined in the screen. It was the king’s speech that separated you. In it he congratulated his brother for having won. But you listened only little to him. Disturbing to touch each other, words from the day before Daemon, to look at each other. You rose slowly, returning to your place, you placed the crown of flowers on your lap, although your mother urged you to wear it on your head. It was the look in the void and the misty thoughts, that you returned to the castle, to prepare for the great closing dinner of the jousts. You did not know if the prince was present by his banishment, but he was the victor, so it remained uncertain.

---

In your chambers, you waited for Anne, the crown place on the table to quote parchments of Daemon. These had become forbidden fruits, your body was attracted by the scrolls, your reason cried out to you not to read them, your hand stretched out towards the small pieces of parchment sealed with the acronym of Daemon, you could smell the smell of parchment so present in your room, some gave off very light smoke, your heart beat inconsistently.

If you couldn’t move on from her parchment scraps, you never could with Daemon. It was taking a deep breath that you went to lock your door before you started looking for the very first parchment, sorting them by age, this was not easy, but the yellowing of the parchment helped, it being darker when older.

This small parchment, was like the grail, or rather the single ring. Hesitant, trembling hands, gasping for breath, a hint of perspiration flowing from your forehead.

You opened it up.

Finding out what the prince had to say to you. Think you’re ready for what you’d read.

Oh, oh how wrong you were.

---

Tag list :

@avalyaaa

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x chubby reader #daemon x chubby reader #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon x reader

[twoiafart]

Princess Deria Martell giving Aegon Prince Nymor's letter by Lily Abdullina

“Dorne was a scorched wasteland by this point. There was no sign that the Targaryens would relent in their destruction until Dorne yielded, but neither was there any sign that the Dornish would yield. However, in 13 AC, Meria Martell, the Yellow Toad, died. Her son, Prince Nymor, succeeded her, and he seemed less willing to continue the conflict than his mother. He dispatched his heir, Princess Deria, to King’s Landing with the skill of Meraxes and an offer of peace - though one thay left Dorne independent.”

#asoiaf art #deria martell #lily abdullina

[valyrianfreehold]

Any fun theories about the mysterious Nymor Martell letter to Aegon bc it’s the only interesting thing Aegon does in all of FB

#I have a working theory in my head but I’m curious about what others think

[asongoficeandfiresource]

Deria Martell in The Rise of the Dragon

Age and ill health finally did what dragons and armies could not. In 13 AC, Meria Martell, the Yellow Toad of Dorne, died abed (whilst having intimate relations with a stallion, her enemies insisted). Her son Nymor succeeded her as Lord of Sunspear and Prince of Dorne. Sixty years old, his health already failing, the new Dornish prince had no appetite for further slaughter. He began his reign by sending a delegation to King’s Landing, to return the skull of the dragon Meraxes and offer King Aegon terms of peace. His own heir, his daughter Deria, led the embassy. Prince Nymor’s peace proposals encountered strong opposition in King’s Landing. Queen Visenya was hard set against them. “No peace without submission,” she declared, and her friends on the king’s council echoed her words. Orys Baratheon, who had grown bent and bitter in his later years, argued for sending Princess Deria back to her father less a hand. Lord Oakheart sent a raven, suggesting that the Dornish girl be sold into “the meanest brothel in King’s Landing, till every beggar in the city has had his pleasure of her.” Aegon Targaryen dismissed all such proposals; Princess Deria had come as an envoy under a banner of peace and would suffer no harm under his roof, he vowed. -- Fire and Blood

#deria martell #house martell #martelledit #dorneedit #asoiaf #asoiafedit #asoiaf art #official art #the rise of the dragon #hotdedit

[atopvisenyashill]

The Ruling Princes and Princesses of Dorne

Leaders of Dorne During the Dornish Wars

Meria Nymeros Martell - Teresita Reyes

She’s Chilean and Palestinian, and I thought “casting” a few Latino Palestinians would be a fun little nod to Pedro Pascal, hah.

Nymor Nymeros Martell - Sami Bouajila

Deria Nymeros Martell - Iman el Deeb

she looks so much like the Deria art to me!

Voren Nymeros Martell - Motaz Malhees

We have several instances of Dornishmen with names that end in the -en sound. Doran, Oberyn, Llewyn, Yoren, etc. It seems like a common naming quirk in Dorne.

I thought Voren sounded the most like a real name, hah.

Morian the Mad - Mena Massoud

Mara Nymeros Martell - Salwa Nakkara

Explanation on her age is here in my Dornish Rulers Timeline.

Ellario Nymeros Martell - Hani Al Naimi 

We have Elia and Ellaria so I figured there should be a male version of the name.

I didn’t want to use Elio, so Ellario was born.

Qoren Nymeros Martell - Mahesh Jadu

#valyrianscrolls #valyriansource #house martell #house nymeros martell #a song of ice and fire #asoiafedit #meria martell #nymor martell #deria martell #morion the mad #mara martell #qoren martell #qoren nymeros martell #mara nymeros martell #deria nymeros martell #nymor nymeros martell #meria nymeros martell #dorne #rani graphics #this took so long because i couldn't find a good pic of salwa nakkara it took for fucking ever #last one will be posting much sooner lmao

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

F&B Chapter 2 thoughts:

Completely unserious opening. "King Aegon's 37 year reign was super peaceful if you ignore that it was founded on 2 genocides & setting everything on fire till all your other future subjects give up in fear. You also need to ignore the near 2 decades of war at its start. Those last actual 2 decades though? Practically a utopia!"

Once again: I feel bad for everyone forced to lose because One-gon & his much cooler sisters had dragons. You don't "take advantage of the chaos of Aegon's Conquest" to name yourselves independent if you actually want to be under his rule. They had a whole queen, a named queen, & then here came the literal whole navy & Visenya to threaten the Sistermen into submission. And then we see a queen regnant getting violently deposed by her own men & needlessly brutalized &/or humiliated for her trouble a second time. Marla Sunderland deserved better. Why the fuck did she get her tongue cut out 5 years after the fact, George? And the framing of Steffon Sunderland's sons being fostered with the Manderlys & the Arryns. "He handed them over for his good behavior," they were hostages & probably straight up yoinked. I hope Maester Gyldayn was compensated for his work, because this man was in the trenches trying to make the Targs look good.

The Ironborn have never known how to act, & I love them. Straight up murdering each other for a whole year bc their royal family for the last few centuries got turned into a brick oven pizza in one (1) night. Babes, just reinstate the kingsmoot. Also, I'm willing to believe that Lodos killed himself, but "thousands followed" is so fucking vague. The thousands who drowned with him were definitely killed for the crime of not wanting to live under One-gon/being potential dissidents who would rise up & start this shit over again.

Laughing eternally that everyone keeps clapping when One-gon shows up. "There were so few Ironmen left after a year of killing each other that they didn't resist. Also everyone cheered, they totally wanted to be under Valyrian rule!"

Stan Dorne, we love a Russian Winter Strategy. Also their ousting of Aegon's dudes after he was all "since they aren't here, I won & I'm taking their stuff" is the funniest fucking thing. "The Dornish Lords had a wager to see who could keep people alive longest while torturing them," be for real my dude, I know you pulled that out of your ass just to vilanize them & appease Aerys. This section is peak comedy, & full of icons. We love actually using our brains ❤️

YouExpectMeToFeelSorryForThatBitch.gif (you can decide who this is about, but if you name someone from Dorne you chose wrong)

Hey George, after all those back & forth war crimes bc Rhaenys fucked around & found out I'm gonna need to know tf was in that letter Prince Nymor wrote. You don't need to tell anyone else, just whisper it in my ear & I will take it to the grave. I just want to know what ended all of that, because good Lord. Everyone made the Conqueror Trio's refusal to get off Princess Meria's lawn every person on the respective opposing side's problem. I'm not going to fault Dorne for wanting them out, because context & also no one wanted the Targs around, but dadgum. Both sides were doing the absolute most (also I am not surprised that Aerys was more willing to have beastiality explained to his baby son than why the people of Dorne maybe hated them)

The "Dornish Courage" mockery thing are the words of bitter little haters who are just mad they didn't have the brain power to do what Meria did. Once again: what an icon. Stan Meria Martell.

#misa reads f&b #anti targaryen #personally i do enjoy the faceless men threat theory & i KNOW it aint the sorcery one #but i want to KNOW george #also tell me why i thought Rhaenys dying was gonna be more than a blink & you'll miss it line #the way i have seen some people (both sides) cary on

[sunnyhvnny]

My OCs

As of February 1st, 2023

Lilias Tyrell || Helaena’s Lover & Lady-In-Waiting

More about Lilias

Lilias Tyrell is the second daughter and fourth child of Lyonel Tyrell during The Dance of Dragons.

She loves her family and chasing her siblings around Highgarden. Her elder siblings refer to her as their 'Little Flower', because she is the youngest or because of her love of flowers, she doesn't know. After Princess Helaena married Aegon II, Lilias is sent to King’s Landing to be one of Helaena’s Ladies-In-Waiting.

Lilias is not the Princess's first Lady-In-Waiting, but she is the one that Helaena is the closest to. Over the years the girls grow close and soon become lovers. They are rarely found without the other and Lilias's devotion for her princess is so strong that she refuses to marry and chooses to stay with Helaena as The Dance of Dragons begins.

Cyrena The Caring || Third Wife of Maegor Targaryen

More about Cyrena

Cyrena the Caring, or simply Cyrena as she is known by her friends, is a dancer, healer, and a woman who sells pleasure to those who have enough coin in Pentos.

She is the bastard daughter of a sailor and a Red Priestess who left her in Bravoos. With only her first name and beauty, she made her way to Pentos as a child. Orphaned and alone, she learned how to heal and give pleasure to others. Her sweet nature and inability to turn away those in need earned her the name Cyrena The Caring.

In her tenth year in Pentos, she met a large silver-haired man by the name of Maegor. Not knowing of the laws in Westeros or of his desire to be King, she wed him, becoming his third wife as his second watched on with a smile. She had no desire to become a Queen, she only desired to be taken far away from Pentos and the greedy hands that always found her.

Malini Sand || Helaena’s Lady-In-Waiting & Aegon’s Lover

More about Malini

The bastard daughter of Qoren Martell’s wife, Malini Sand is adored by almost everyone in Dorne but after a disagreement with the Prince of Dorne and King Viserys, it is agreed that Malini will be sent to King’s Landing as not only a ward but as a Lady-In-Waiting for Princess Helaena.

She is the first of Princess Helaena’s Ladies and the only one to catch and hold the eye of Prince Aegon. She is an avid reader, seeking out knowledge anywhere she can find it. She also enjoys the pleasures and luxuries that life has to offer. Often dressing in the fine jewels that her mother sends from home and escaping into the city to dance freely. Malini enjoys the cat and mouse game with the Prince but it comes to an end after she catches him staring at her in awe as she shows the Princess and her other Ladies a dance native to Dorne. It is that night that she takes the Prince to her bed and makes him her lover.

In the histories, she is known as one of the few noblewomen that King Aegon the Second of his name had taken as a lover. She bore him two children; a son named Nymor, who her half-sister named as her heir after bearing no children of her own, and a daughter named Nymeria, who took to the seas with her mother and sailed East with no fixed location after The Dance of Dragons came to an end.

Daedra Bracken || Helaena’s Lady-In-Waiting & Aemond’s Wife

More about Daedra

Daedra Bracken is the youngest child of Humphrey Bracken and his second wife, Aryanna. She has two older brothers, Amos and a bastard brother Raylon by her father. She also has four older sisters, making her the youngest child of both her mother and father.

Daedra spent her childhood chasing her older brothers through the mud and rivers. Her older brother knew of her fear of being left behind, so while she should have been learning how to be a lady from a septa, he was teaching her how to wield a sword. When she could no longer hide from the old septa, she found herself negotiating what she should learn and that is how Daedra had learned of the histories of Westeros and the East. She swore one day that she would see all of those places that seemed so far away but just after her nameday when she turned ten and two, a letter from King’s Landing came, requesting for Daedra to come and be one of Princess Helaena’s ladies-in-waiting.

Daedra struck up a fast friendship with Lilias Tyrell, one of Helaena’s closest ladies but even she didn’t understand Daedra’s impulse to cause trouble. Most of her mischievous doings could be overlooked but during the tourney held for the Prince and Princess Jaehaerys and Jaehaera’s nameday, Daedra disguised herself as a knight to participate. After she won, she thought she made it through unnoticed but Prince Aemond recognized her mannerisms and figured out that it was not Amos Bracken inside the suit of armor, but his little sister.

Her courtship with Prince Aemond was quick and they were wed fast. She and Aemond lived happily with two children born within a year of each other before The Dance of Dragons began. They had a daughter named; Vaenya who had hair as red as her mother and lilac eyes like her father and a son named Brynden who was the spitting image of his father. During the Dance, Daedra fell pregnant with her last child but it didn’t stop her from fighting alongside her husband during the war.

It was as Aemond was falling through the skies with dark sister plunged through his eye that Daedra went into her labors and gave birth to a son named Aemon with mismatched eyes, one blue and one lilac. After her husband’s death, Daedra moved her small family to the lake by the God’s Eye and watched the waters until her husband’s bones were finally brought forth. After witnessing the bones that made up her husband and the sword plunged through the skull, she was never the same.

She became known as The Ghost of The God’s Eye for she wept and cried for her lost husband during the darkest parts of the nights.

#my ocs: lilias tyrell #my ocs: cyrena the caring #my ocs: Malini sand #☀️Sunny’s ocs #aegon ii targaryen #maegor targaryen #helaena targaryen #my ocs: Daedra Bracken #Aemond Targaryen

[alyshiba]

Fire and Blood - 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Part 4 | Part 5

Hi all, I feel like explaining a couple of things to whomever chooses to read this: ● I could not find a precise timeline of the Century of Blood nor for the period of time Aegon had been East, so I decided to set this approximately 10 years before the conquest. This makes Aegon around 17 years Old, Visenya is two years older than him and Rhaenys is around two years younger than Aegon. ● I know there were no Dornish involvment in this part of Essosi history, bu i felt like a good start, so bear with me. ● Princess Deria was born in 35 BC, so she's about 8 years older than Aegon. I could not find any material on her family members apart from her father Nymor and her grandmother Merya. I imagine that there were other Martells living at the time, so I invented the character of Oberyn, who's her older uncle (I like the name lol). He's at least a decade older then her. Warnings: None really in this chapter, there’s just mention of nudity and allusion to sex.

Summary: AU. Aegon, the Storm King Argilac and two Dornish prices are currently dealing with potential war in the east.

The sun was slowly rising and a yellowish hue was settling on the square brick towers that spread throughout the city of Pentos. A chilly summer breeze was blowing from the coast towards the terrace that covered the entire western side of the palace, Aegon was leaning on the baluster, his long hair tied in a messy bun on the back of his head. It was chillier than he expected for a summer morning, and being in nothing but his short linen breeches surely did not help, so he finally opted to wear the short tunic he had placed on the handrail.

The city below him was awakening, but like himself the port never really got to sleep. Not far he heard the distinct sound of Balerion’s yawn. The huge dragon chose the palace’s garden to rest, in truth it was the only place big enough for him. A few moments later his horned head poked out from under the terrace, Balerion stared at his rider for a moment: in his eyes Aegon could read a silent admonishment towards the Targaryen’s lack of rest.

<<That is the largest beast I’ve ever seen>> Spoke a male voice somewhere behind him, his thick Dornish accent indistinguishable. Balerion hissed and quickly turned his head towards the direction the voice came from <<He doesn’t like being called a beast>> explained Aegon in an annoyed tone, his gaze not leaving the dragon. Balerion lowered his head and slowly moved closer to the Dornish prince who was walking in their direction. The dragon never liked strangers, and didn’t trust them so close to his young rider. <<Then I apologize>> Said Oberyn, fascinated by the creature in front of him. <<I can now see why Pentos and Tyrosh were eager to have you by their side>> Concluded the Prince <<when this war will be fought>>.

<<Pentos is a city of merchants.>> Replied the young Targaryen, his peaceful quiet morning now ruined, <<war is not good for trade, they will sue for peace>>. Oberyn suffocated a laugh, <<Volantis will not bow>> said the Prince, he had been in many battles and wars and he had to learn to read his enemies faster than they could him. Oberyn was sure that sooner rather than later a battle will be fought. 

<<Then they will burn>> Concluded Aegon, looking at the dornish straight in the eyes. He hoped the short response was enough to signal his will to end the conversation right then and there, for since his arrival at the pentoshi prince’s palace he did not have a moment to himself. He was made to entertain this noble or the other, he had been dragged all over the city to meet merchants, wealthy men or supposed descendents of Valyria. He was tired of all of them, of their feast and their false promises, and mostly of their talking. The Gods knew he was tired of hearing people talking.

He turned to Balerion, who was still studying Oberyn, deciding if it was safe to leave his young rider alone with the stranger, <<Jikagon, Balerion.>>* Aegon said, <<nyke ȳgha kesīr>>* he knew well that Balerion would be hungry by now. The dragon waited a moment longer, then took to the skies to hunt for his breakfast.

*Go, Balerion. I am safe here.

Whatever the outcome of the peace negotiation between the free cities, if it was to be war or not, Aegon hoped it would be quick, he was not happy to be there, he did not want to be in Pentos. The young dragonlord longed for a rocky island, for the distant smell of smoke, for Visenya’s scolding, little Rhaenys’s laughter and mother’s kind and wise words. Yet as lord of Dragonstone he was forced to attempt to broker a peace between the free cities that were once part of his ancestor’s empire. <It is our duty as the last scion of Valyria, to keep the peace among the lands of the freehold> Said his mother some moons ago, when the first messenger came from Tyrosh. They thought this was going to be quick: fly Balerion east, scare the volanteene into giving up their belligerent way and fly back home. This task however now apparently required also being a buffer between a warmongering Stormalder king and pestering Dornish royalty. And Aegon has never been a good diplomat.

<<The magisters and prince of Pentos require our presence at once>> The sweet voice of Deria announces her arrival, nothing but Aegon’s bed sheets covering her form. He turned around immediately upon hearing her, his gaze now traveling from her figure and her uncle, still by Aegon’s side. She made a show of looking surprised and pretended to be embarrassed for the situation, all the while doing nothing to hide the love bites and the marks he had left all over her neck and collarbone ours before. <<Uncle, I did not expect to see you awake at this early hour>> mewled the Princess, a knowing smirk on her face, while moving towards the pair. Aegon was not afraid of Oberyn’s reaction to this revelation for the Rhonysh have never been prude people, unlike their westerner neighbors, yet he couldn’t help but feel that they made it their mission to annoy him. A surprised humming sound left the older Prince’s mouth, he now turned to look ad Aegon, his right brow risen in a knowing look <<Vipers riding dragons, I could have not imagined it>> joked the prince, echoing the Deria’s words from the night before, <<oh I assure you uncle>> said the woman not hiding the satisfaction from her voice <<there wasn’t much riding on my part>> laughed her gripping the sheets covering her nakedness tightly. <<If my lords excuse me, I must go, have a bath and get presentable for our gracious hosts. We are to attend a council meeting with them.>> With these last words Deria disappeared from the terrace.

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<<We have larger numbers, better trained soldiers, and more importantly the greatest dragon in the world on our side>> Argued one of the magisters, his voice boomed in the hall they were all gathered, <<the Volanteenes would be mad in pursuing their war against our combined forces>> continued the man standing at one end of the great table at the center of the room where all of the magisters were sitting. The pentoshi had always pushed for peace, -in fear of retaliation- Aegon thought. He was watching the scene from his high chair on the back of the room -should it come to war they fear Volantis’s future revenge. At the very least they understand that they cannot always count on the support of others to defend themself.- 

They had been locked for at least two hours now in the main room where the Magisters and the elected Prince of Pentos ruled the city. It was a square chamber on top of the highest tower, with large windows overlooking the city and, most importantly, the port. At the center was a large wooden table, filled with papers, tomes and now a big map of the east. Each of the magisters had a seat each different from the other -to identify their family’s trade and name- Aegon remembered being thought. At the eastern edge of the room, overlooking the magisters and the port beyond them, was the raised platform where the elected Prince of Pentos was traditionally seated. Aegon had been given a place of honor: a high chair carved with shapes of dragon and flames, higher even than the seat of the Prince. It was an ancient thing of blackened wood, gilded and with precious stones placed here and there. A relic of the freehold, older than they could remember -is it older than Balerion?- Aegon found himself wondering while examining the thing, the throne he was sitting belonged to a Dragonlord whose name he could not remember, -Visenya would, she always does- it came from a time when above each free city’s elected government stood their assigned dragonlord, to ensure the Freehold’s interests.

 -They are making a show of honoring me, sitting me on a throne above even the Prince- he reasoned with himself looking at bejeweled man on his right, Aegon was well aware that he was receiving such treatments and honors only because of the huge dragon now soaring overhead, certainly not out of love for his person or family. -They need me not the army camped outside the walls.- He realized, the Stormlanders, the Dornish and the sellswords now gathering in the camp outside the walls were indeed an advantage, a precaution in case the last Dragonlords refused the call, for their numbers were greater than any host Volantis could have mustered. But there wasn’t an army in the world who could resist dragonfire. That’s why he was given a throne, while the Stormking, the Dornish Princess and her uncle laid on armchairs below him. If they weren’t interested in the discussions between the magister about how war would be disastrous for spice trade, they all didn’t show it. At the very least they made a show of looking interested, while Aegon laid sprawled on his chair with his face in his right hand, the elbow on the chair’s arm and his legs crossed. The precise image of a lord holding court. -Mother would skin me if she saw- Laughed the young man to himself.

The discussion went on for two more hours, the magisters were now divided on the terms to offer to Volantis, at that point even the westerner rulers were beginning to be bored. <<Let's get this over with>> The strong voice of King Argilac brought all of the magisters to silence, no one could deny that his presence was commanding, <<we must find a neutral ground, move our hosts there and meet the volanteene. There will be no need for discussion then: they will either yield or be conquered>> the Storm King has always been a man of action, not words. He had no interest in endless councils or talks about trading routes, he wanted glory. Aegon decided that he liked him more than the fat magisters now staring at him. <<I never thought to find myself to utter this words>> Echoed the voice of Oberyn Martell of Dorne, brother of the heir to the throne of the southernmost kingdom of Westeros, <<but King Argilac is right.>> he looked to Princess Deria, her brother’s heir, after saying his piece. She nodded her support, so now Aegon had to straighten himself, for everyone was slowly turning their gaze in his direction, to himself and the Prince of Pentos.

<<We shall find a neutral ground then. Somewhere that belongs to neither city, to ensure our good will>> Said the prince, repeating Argilac’s words. He sounded uneasy, scared, and Aegon didn’t blame him -should we go to war they might sacrifice him- thought the young men remembering the ways of the pentoshi, -they might do it even to ensure a prosperous peace negotiation- concluded the valyrian. He decided that he was certainly happy not to be born a noble of Pentos.

<<It is settled then>> Resonated the voice of Argilac, eager to leave that prison, <<where must we move our men?>> There were many lands between Pentos and Volantis, an entire world, yet they must choose carefully: they had to find a place that gave them advantage to their enemy.

<<Gohyan Drohe>> Said Aegon, as the two Rhonysh Princes immediately turned in his direction. For a moment he stopped to think if it was a wise decision to suggest that place, if it might cost them the support of Dorne. Yet it was undeniable that it would send a precise message to the Volanteene. <<I do not wish to offend our Dornish guests with this suggestion but it would send a message to our foes>> Explained Aegon, locking his gaze in the Princess’s dark orbs, she was smiling at him. <<What kind of message?>> Asked the Storm King now standing to face Aegon in his chair. <<When dragons fly to war everything burns>> The young man turned his gaze towards the old King, looking him in the eyes as he spoke. In truth he has never seen real battle, nor as he ever ordered Balerion to incinerate an entire army, but he knew all too well the power he wielded. He remembers being told of the thousands of wars his people were a part of entire empires reduced to smelting ruins by dragons not even half Balerion’s size. Of the arbor of Volantys whose water boiled the day the Rhoynar were at last defeated by his ancestors, moments before Nymeria sailed west. Argilac, much like the rest of the room, grew quiet in realization of what that phrase ment, he too was certainly taught the histories of Old Valyria.

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The Children of The Taste of Bitter Steel Other Children of the Dance

Martyn Hightower The actual trueborn son of Otto Hightower and Elyse Stark, Martyn was often unsure of where he belonged. Though loved deeply by his mother and older brother, Martyn was often viewed with suspicion by his father’s side of the family. If Darian was a bastard, surely he was too, even if he was the very image of his father in his younger years. Not nearly as skilled at fighting as Darian and later Aedric, and incapable of obtaining a dragon, Martyn took to reading. He had a keen mind and a sharp wit, though he often lacked the confidence to use them to his benefit. His half-sister, Vaenya, would come to be his closest confidant, and it was rumored they harbored feelings for one another.

Qora Martell Qora was the eldest child of Laena Velaryon and Qoren Martell, and heiress of Sunspear. It was said that Laena flew Vhagar to Dorne without leave and challenged Qoren to cease his foolish behavior. So taken by her confidence, the prince agreed to marry her on the spot, and the Stepstones saw a peace that years of war could never achieve. Qora inherited many things from her parents: not only her mother’s confidence, but her wisdom and grace, and her father’s tact, reason, and prowess with the spear. Above all, she inherited the knowledge that while she was a child of two worlds, it was to Dorne she must hold her allegiance above all, and to put her people first no matter the consequences.

Nymor Martell Unlike his older sister, Nymor was not guided by reason. Hot-blooded like many Dornishmen, Nymor was quick to anger and offense, and prefered to choose the blade over words when it came to negotiation. He had never been regarded as the best fighter, but his stubbornness and boundless energy often saw him as the victor in any match. Despite their differences, few were closer than Qora and Nymor, and they relied upon one another’s strengths to defeat their common enemy, until Nymor joined the Dance and left his sister behind, choosing vengeance for their mother over the safety of their home and people. 

#i said it was coming #yeah i literally just came up with Qora and Nymor like...yesterday #but i love them so much #their dad is Santiago Cabrera btw #i have spoken #the taste of bitter steel

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So Visenia was an unwanted wife, Aegon was shackled to her by duty. Although nowhere is it said directly, only about the rivalry, but seems like Visenya hated her Rhaenys fiercely. There was something to hate about her younger sister, wasn't there? Especially considering that Visenya, who described as harsh and unforgiving, should have been the first and only lady-wife at all. This explains how she behaved towards her children and grandchildren in the aftermath

Hi there Anon and sorry for this delay!

While rivalry might be a part of the relationship between the two sisters - something George hinted at in an interview, though given a long time ago, and in later books no mention of such a rivalry is made - if Visenya resented Rhaenys she did not act like it. Not very much from where I am standing.

Upon Rhaenys's death, Visenya took an active part in avenging her sister and in the attacks against Dorne. She had no desire to end the attacks they set on Dorne as we see here:

"One Dornish knight, brought before Visenya as captive, insisted that Meria Martell would sooner see her people dead than slaves to House Targaryen. Visenya replied that she and her brother would be glad to oblige the princess." (Fire and Blood, pg. 37)

"Prince Nymor's peace proposals encountered strong opposition in King's Landing. Queen Visenya was hard set against them. "No peace without submission," she declared (...)" (Fire and Blood, pg. 37)

Of course that upon this one could claim that Visenya was only acting this way to conquer Dorne. However, this is noted upon:

"The king was weary of war, all men agreed, but granting the Dornishmen peace without submission would be tantamount to saying that his beloved sister Rhaenys had died in vain, that all blood and death had been for naught." (Fire and Blood, pg. 38).

You could still claim that for Visenya avenging Rhaenys was more about showing the world they could not f_ck with House Targaryen without an answer than about a genuine love for her sister. This is one way to look at it, yes. But I think this vision removes any complexity Visenya might have, and I want to give George more credit than that.

Visenya was not her son Maegor, yes she is described as "stern, serious, and unforgiving; some said that she played with poisons and dabbled in dark sorcery.", but we do see that time and time again her and Rhaenys ruled together and they got along well enough, even with very different ways of thinking. Visenya also had people who "(...) loved her best (...)" (Fire and Blood, pg. 9), she even had a favourite fool so she was capable of laughter and simpler pleasures, not just sword and bloodshed.

I cannot imagine Visenya as a “damsel in distress” who was just forced by Aegon to accept Rhaenys into their marriage. If she did not want her sister to join in, I believe she would have stood up to Aegon. While she respected Aegon, no doubt about it, she stood up to him when she thought him in the wrong, and she definitely didn’t act like she was afraid of him.

Her marriage with Aegon was never a passionate one, and we do see after Rhaenys dies that problems just pile up between them to a point where Aegon did everything to not be in her presence. Furthermore, Visenya didn’t seem to have anything against polygamy, her own son took multiple wives with her support. This was something that was done in House Targaryen before the Conquest and in Valyria as well, so for her, this could well be normal.

I think the points you raise are very valid, and a possible reading one could have in Fire and Blood. To me, I like to give more layers to the characters, more complexity. A character who is just one thing and nothing else doesn’t make for a very interesting story, and I like the interpretation that there was more to Visenya and she wasn’t a bitter sister just out to get her younger sister.

Harsh and unforgiving people love too, sometimes in their one way, maybe in ways others can’t understand. This said, Visenya loving Rhaenys wouldn’t mean that she would love her descendants, especially when Visenya had one of her own and wanted the best for him. Here besides her love for Rhaenys her love for Maegor comes into play, and while her actions were in the wrong I find them very congruent with the type of character she was, even in the more grey interpretation we can give her.

All the best to you Anon 😊

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Hey I was wondering about kind of relationship between visenya and aegon in dragon s wrath xause we see them suddenly having maegor after 1 year of rhaenys death visenya became pregnant so they were inseparable and they may have started acting like lovers and aegon moved on of rhaenys to make a family for his sons until the letter came and visenya left him for signing peace ??? What do you think

I've talked a bit about Visenya and Aegon's relationship before, so I'll just leave that response here so that anyone who wants to know more about my thoughts on their relationship in general has that along with this answer.

So, when it comes to Maegor's conception and birth, I think that was largely practical. In general, it's accepted that you do need an heir and a spare when it comes to hereditary thrones modeled after our historical monarchies, so even though Aegon already had Aenys, he would have likely wanted at least one other son, to ensure that the line was secure (similar to the way that Viserys keeps foisting kids on Alicent even after Aegon II is born, or the way the historical Henry VIII still kept searching for wives to give him another son even after Jane Seymour had already given him his son Edward VI). There's also the fact that Aenys wasn't the most robust kid, and that part of why you want a "spare" even after getting an "heir" is in the likelihood that the heir dies and thus you still have a leftover kid, which was a possibility on people's minds even before the war, where bounties were put on Aegon's head and it became very reasonable to be worried that the life of his only child and heir was also in real danger, it's why one of the most popular theories about Nymor's letter was that the Martells had threatened to hire a Faceless Man to kill Aenys, even though it doesn't necessarily hold up to much scrutiny. Aegon likely was planning on having more kids, just on having them with Rhaenys and expanding their family, with that plan only going out the window once she died in Dorne and was no longer an option. Rhaenys's death was also followed by two events that would have strongly motivated Aegon to have another child, even beyond just proving that his line and his reign was secure. For one, Rhaenys's death destroyed her son not just mentally but physically as well, to the point where even Aegon was concerned that he wouldn't survive it and he'd be left childless as well. For two, people were already starting to suggest that Aegon take a new wife and were presenting many young women to him (which like, considering Maegor's conception was in 11 AC and Rhaenys died in 10 AC, did these people just not want to allow the man a single mourning period????) in the hopes that he'd take one of them to bride because they assumed Visenya was "barren". So it's entirely likely that, in wanting to secure his line along with wanting to get people to get off of his back about marrying someone else and genuine fear that his son could potentially die, Aegon decided to try for a child with Visenya so that people would leave him alone and at the very least the child would still be pure Targaryen.

(and there's also the rumors that visenya used dark magic to get herself pregnant as well, which is why it only happened once in their entire marriage and part of why maegor is the way he is)

Aegon and Visenya's relationship during the Dragon's Wroth in specific is a bit harder to speak to with any certainty, just because the Dragon's Wroth is very sparsely documented, and it only documents things like "and then the Targaryens burned Sunspear to the ground and everyone started placing bounties on each other", not even actually specifically mentioning how Visenya and Aegon felt. We can very confidently infer that they were clearly grief stricken by what happened, considering that the extreme reaction that was the Dragon's Wroth and how disproportionate it was to anything else they'd done or would subsequently do in their entire lives. And they probably were united in their grief, in being the two remaining heads of the dragon, and just in the feeling that comes when you lose a family member and want to be around people that get it, so it's not impossible to imagine that they got closer than they were used to, that they did rely on each other to try and get through the quiet moments when they were nuking Dorne. But I don't think it was necessarily that strong a bond even with those external pressures. For one, the main source of their unity is unimaginable grief for this one person, that's not the strongest foundation to a relationship considering that it's built on "oh we both felt similarly about this person and we have similar feelings now, let's commiserate on that" primarily. For two, Aegon and Visenya as people don't seem to have been the most open emotionally. Visenya is described as serious and stern, likely not the sort of person who could provide the best comfort even in her own grief, and Aegon was incredibly reserved and seems to have kept most of his feelings to himself, and out of his family he appears the least closest to Visenya (probably went Rhaenys then Orys then Visenya, with the Velaryon relatives really not taken into consideration for him at all) and was probably also primarily focused on Aenys's health. We know that they cared about each other, enough that the Kingsguard was formed in reaction to Visenya's fear for Aegon's life, and again, fair to assume they were bonded for a fair amount of time. But it obviously didn't last. And I want to be clear, the idea that Aegon agreeing to peace with the Dornish was what caused the rift between him and Visenya isn't undisputed canon fact, that is my own personal interpretation of the events. All we know for certain is that the relationship between them was described as never having been very warm, and that it grew incredibly more distant following the Dornish War, to the point where there's open speculation that Aegon refused to even want to be in the same city as her. My personal theory, which ties into my theory on what exactly was in Nymor's letter, is that Aegon's decision to seek peace, and how he went about doing it, did significant damage to an already bad relationship with Visenya as she felt excluded from the decision and was rankled by being left in the dark and treated as lesser than even unintentionally, but this is just a personal theory.

The inner lives of the Conquerors is incredibly open to interpretation, and at a certain point we're all just lobbing headcanons back and forth at each other that we either agree or disagree on. But I think, from my own point of view, that Aegon and Visenya grew closer as siblings in the aftermath of the tragedy and their grief, but that the decision to have Maegor was by and large entirely practical as the two just seem to be fundamentally incompatible and the relationship clearly grew worse and worse more than it did better. I also personally believe that the decision to end the war played a part in that worsening, but that is just a personal belief based on headcanons more than textual proof.

#personal #answered #anonymous #house targaryen #you know what it's time to get SAD again #i don't actually think aegon ever entirely moved on #which is fair that's certainly A Way to lose a spouse #man rhaenys really was the glue holding them all together look at how everything crumbled without her #and there's a real heartbreak in neither aegon or visenya really wanting to be intimate #but measures need to be taken for the realm and just to get Some peace of mind especially for aegon #so they go through with it anyway and it doesn't fix anything because the damage is too great #the hole rhaenys left behind is too large to ever be fully repaired #god.