#He died at a young age for Rhea

[randomnameless]

The thrilling conclusion of the lizard paralogue!

Rhea reveals the Ochain shield was actually crafted by Indech (Macuil just puts magic in it) for Cichol, but Seiros the Warrior decided to gift it instead to the First Emperor of Adrestia - for some reason 

“Let me tell you how awesome he was.”

“He’s the only “great emperor” in Adrestian History, the others are just losers”

“You’re not going to tell them that nonsense about the covenant of the red blood and white sword, right? Flayn is here!!”

“Blink of an eye? Your chronology says it took him 30 years.”

“Yes, blink of an eye. What, you don’t live up to 6000 years yourself?”

That’s what usually happens when you start a war of unification

Really? What abotu the Dudes who were seen as heroes too??

Barney doesn’t know Fodlan’s official history. Who does nowadays?

I love you.

“defeated”

Jugding by the timeline, if Lycaon was his son, either Willy got him quite late in his life or lycaon was a hybrid explaining why he would be still alive while being Willy’s son and not his grandson or great grandson

It makes me think of the situation between Felix and Rodrigue, Felix is the new Head of House Fraldarius, but Rodrigue is still here to assist him in battle and all.

!

Lycaon died young - Willy really got a kid while he was 80 (with a crest prolonging his life) or Lycaon was really a hybrid?

“And they held their hands a lot during this journey.”

What happened to Nopes!Willy next? We won’t know, but funnily enough, instead of hiding in a pond, Indech returned to his workshop in this verse?

“Right. Even if I returned to the monastery 20 years ago, and someone could have told me where to dig to recover the shield that was initially meant for me.”

Barney, plot related weapons never rust. Don’t you know that?

“Zoltan is an amateur next to him!”

Watch out Flayn, the sword nerds in this kingdom might not be happy to hear you badmouth their idol.

Cyril also looks at Flayn, she has an uncle?

“Haha, I misspoke, I just saw him being called uncle in a novel, like the one where women who are not related to Cichol call him “Daddy” while mating.”

“At least it will be put to good use”

“since someone doesn’t want to give it back to its rightful carrier, right Rhea? Rhea, I’m looking at you.”

“He didn’t defeat jackshit, he sucked ! And you can’t defeat people with a shield! Stop painting that guy as better than he was!!”

Nice use of wayward here lol, Rhea thinks Supreme Leader is lost and doesn’t follow the path of her ancestors.

“... Are you sure you are not forgetting someone? The man for whom that shield was created? Rhea, I am looking at you, stop ignoring me.”

:)

#3 nopes #is it the wilhelm hour? #Lizard family time? #this disregards FE16's canon in several places but #Wilhelm lore lol I never thought I'd see the day #Wilhelm the Holy Knight's weapon is a shield #poor seteth #is it wolf (fe16)'s hour? #He died at a young age for Rhea #she already said 30 years are 'a blink of an eye' but #did Lycaon really die that young? And willy noped the eff out of Adrestia? #Rhea stuff #and you want to think this person was alone b4 U billy since zanado? #we still don't know why she took Cichol's shield to give it to Willy lol

[valyriantarg]

Dance Of Dragons

Introduction

Pairing:OC!Targaryen x Cregan Stark

Princess Jaehaera Targaryen

“Fire will reign”

Princess Jaehaera Targaryen, first born daughter of Prince Daemon and Lady Rhea Royce, first ever rider of the Cannibal.

Jaehaera was raised by her father during his multiple exiles. Despite the lack of a mother, Daemon did his best to raise his daughter. He taught her high Valyrian and everything he knew of their inheritance and culture. By an early age he taught her to fight making her an excellent and fearful opponent almost as good as he was.

The girl inherited her father’s Valyrian characteristics and his behaviour. She had a presence that commanded attention. Long silver hair, a pale face with a sharp face bone structure and amethyst eyes. However, she was short tempered and often appeared sassy and rebellious just like her father. The similarities in her behaviour to the one of her father’s earned her the name “The rogue Princess”.

She wouldn’t shy away from a fight and she preferred spending her time practicing with a sword rather than stitching and embroidering.

Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell, Warden of the North

“There has never been a Stark who forgot an oath and with house Stark the north will follow”

Tall, lean and broad-shouldered, Lord Cregan is in his prime, at the height of his physical power. A young Lord in comparison to others with dark brown hair and blue grey eyes.

An honourable, respectful and firm Lord. A man that keeps his word and never forgets and oath. He has fought many battles and he is a skilled fighter who fights for the good of his people.A man kings turned into when trouble arises.

When King Viserys dies and the realm goes into chaos cregan is one of the first lords who bends the knee to Queen Rhaenyra, siding with the blacks after the arrival of Prince Jacaerys.

Jace befriended Lord Cregan Stark at Winterfell, as the prince reminded the lord of a younger brother who had passed away. After drinking and hunting together, the pair swore an oath of brotherhood and he gained the north’s support.

A pact was made securing the alliance. The pact of ice and fire.

So what will happen when fate intertwines the lives of a Stark and a Targaryen during the times of war?

An alliance that goes beyond duty.

Ice meets fire for the first time in history and they don’t destroy each other.

King Viserys’ prophecy will come true and a new union will be made.

A glimpse of the future.

The song of ice and fire

Lord Cregan and Lady Jaehaera Stark of Winterfell

#hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #cregan stark x reader #daemon targaryen #hotdedit #house of the dragon #cregan stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

[darkestspring]

Rhea not telling Daemon he has a daughter and when she dies no one tells Daemon. Years later, Aemond announces his betrothal to the daughter of Rhea Royce, heir to the Vale.

Omg I'm begging you to expand more on this, an entire fic omfg

You had loved your mother, more than anything else. She was your only parents even though you knew your white hair and purple eyes did not come from her. From a young age, you had mastered the bow and arrow, a feat which your mother threw a feast for.

She had died when you were six years old, you had sobbed over her cold body, begging her to come back as your cousin, Ser Gerald Royce, comforted you. They told you it was your father’s doing. Prince Daemon Targaryen, he had hated your mother, your cousin told you.

You hated him, he had taken the only parent you ever had. You told the maesters to not inform him of anything. you had lived without him so far, you would continue to do so.

Not long after your mother’s death, he came to the vale for his inheritance and you hid away, listening to his words with anger in you. Shortly after, he remarried and you found peace.

You went looking for a dragon without anyone knowing. And at the age of seven, you claimed the monstrous Cannibal. He, who refused to bend to the will of other, bonded with you.

You came back to the vale, victorious.

Most of what came after was a blur. Your father’s wife gave birth to two girls and then died and then your cousin’s husband died, and then your father and cousin married. What a charade, you had thought with a raised eyebrow.

You had grown into an accomplished young lady under the vale’s eyes. Under your maester’s, under your cousins, Jeyne Arryn and Gerald Royce. You were the woman your mother had been. Strong and fiery with the cannibal behind you.

It was only a matter of time. You traveled to King’s Landing, taking advantage that your father would be staying in Dragonstone and your uncle was far too ill, to inform him of your existence. It was your advantage.

A girl of ten and four, you strode forward in a black dress, your white hair glinting against the sun.

Your purple eyes connected with a lone purple one and you stared at him for a moment longer before looking forward.

A guard announced your name and titles as you walked forth unflinchingly. You gazed upon the queen and the hand.

“My queen, My lord hand. I show myself in front of you, as you have requested of me.”

It was all memories from there one. Shock when you stated of your claim over cannibal, understanding when you spoke of your father’s unknowing of your existence.

Your fate had been sealed that day, you had been betrrothed to their second son, Aemond Targaryen.

It was an arrangement but love grew from it as you spent time together. You had to return to the Vale after your third year there. I must collect some of my important things, you had stated to your betrothed, you hand holding his.

I will return within two week, my love.

You had been unaware of the audience. You had returned in the house Royce colors and Aemond had told you what was happening.

“There’s an audience going on. My sister’s bastard son’s claim to driftmark is being contested.” He spoke, taking your hand in his after instructing that your things be taken to your room. “Your father is here, my dragon.”

Your eyes lit up with an almost feral joy as you smiled. “We must not disappoint then, my love. Let us cause chaos.”

You stopped before the door as you waited, with Aemond’s hand in yours. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as the doors opened.

“Lady [Y/n] Royce, Daughter of Lady Rhea Royce. Lady of the Vale and Runestone.”

Hearing your title just made you feel so much more vindictive. You walked forward, feeling your father’s gaze on you.

Good, you thought, as you smiled at Aemond. Let the games begin, I am more than ready.

#aemond targaryen x reader #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #this was fun to write aaaaaa

[kingsanddragonsandgods]

a/n: this is just the story preface, not yet chapter one. for this fanfic i am keeping mostly the book timeline, but there will be a little bit of show timeline further ahead.

it is a AU which blends aspects of book and show canons but is also a lot of headcanons. i am a bit of a history nerd, so there is bits inspired by real life historical events, i also drawn a lot of inspiration from medieval/renaissence royal courts to write how i imagine life at the Red Keep would be, most numbers i will use in this story are also taken from history (noble households, courtiers, armies, ships and crews etc), as are titles for functions an jobs that are not shown on the show or books. There are a couple of Original Characters that are going to be introduced over time, and a few canon characters that are barely mentioned or not seen at all on the show. additional information: I chose to keep the show's 'ages' for some characters, so, for the sake of the story: Viserys was born in 70 AC, Daemon in 74 AC, Rhaenys in 67 AC, and Aemma and Rhea share the year 76 AC.

word count: 2802

warnings: none for this chapter

“...Princess of Runestone, proved herself in her maiden voyage crossing of the Narrow Sea, six pirate ships gave chase as we crossed through the Stepstones, their inferior ships however were no match for our girl or to our brave crew. We had already sunk three carracks when they choose to surrender the remaining three after sighting Archonei descending upon them. We lock the surviving pirates in the holding cells, and seize their cargo, to my great surprise I was able to ascertain that the cargo on the ships once belonged to none other than the Sea Snake.”  Enya reads aloud the letter she received from Ser Orys, her half-brother, coming all the way from Lys, the first stop on his great voyage. “We intend to sell the cargo in Lys, Maester Aldus believes it will yield a great profit, at least 20-times Mother’s initial investment, it seems almost unbelievable that we are only on the first leg of the journey. Gods willing, my next letter home shall be sent from old Volantis. Tell Mother I miss her advice and our morning rides, as I miss your sweet face, and our daily flights. Send my love to everyone home and make sure that young Willam is dedicating himself to his training. Your loving brother, Ser Orys Stone…”  Her granddaughter finishes reading her the letter, folding it carefully and putting it inside the hard cover of the book she has next to her on the wheelhouse seat.

How the girl manages to read in the bouncing carriage is something that marvels her, she feels nauseous just watching it.

Elys would have much preferred to have made the journey by ship, but the early spring storms that plague the East Coast they didn't allow them to leave the safety of the harbour.

The lady wouldn't be making the trip if she could help it, she had just come out of mourning period for her dear husband, all she wanted was to be able to take the time to visit her daughters and spend time with her grandchildren before returning to Eyrie to resume supervising her niece's upbringing. But the beginning of spring means Visenya's relocation to the royal court in King's Landing, to spend the spring and summer with her father and paternal family.

Last time her granddaughter was at court was four years before the death of the Old King, whom she had served as cupbearer when he still had the mental faculties to attend the Council. She had been just a child then, the king's favourite great-granddaughter.

 Since then, she had blossomed into a stunning beauty, no longer a girl but not yet a woman, striking in that way that only those from the blood of the dragon are.

A beauty worthy of a crown.

A crown she had been promised as a child.

If the gods had been merciful, little Prince Aerion would have survived infancy and today he would be a boy of nearly three and ten, the heir to his father’s throne, betrothed to Visenya by the will of King Jaehaerys. But Aenar died in his cradle, followed by his little brother, Aelor, and two early miscarriages. And her granddaughter lost the her chance at the crown promised to her.

“Do you think Orys can one day surpass the feats of the Sea Snake?” Elys turns her head from the window to look at her granddaughter.

“He might,” Elys candidly admits, “Orys has advantages that Velaryon did not, Archonei being the greatest of them."

Elys had disagreed with her daughter's decision to raise the prince's natural son after the boy's mother died—Orys was, in Elys' opinion, the stain on her daughter's dignity, a bastard child her betrothed fathered on a Royce cousin of lesser consequence, during the feast celebrating the union between Houses Royce and Targaryen—as he grew, the boy proved her wrong in her reservations against him. He was as devoted to Rhea as he was to Visenya, respectfully calling her ‘Mother’ after asking permission to do so, loyal and honourable, dedicating himself to every life opportunity offered by his stepmother.

She would never forget his terror when Visenya's egg hatched in his hands, it was the day he won her over, he had tears in his eyes as he asked Rhea for forgiveness for hatching the dragon as it was not his intention, he went on to say that he had never coveted her sister's egg and that she could have the hatchling. Her daughter just laughed, kissing the boy's head and explaining that the dragon had chosen him.

Jaehaerys was not at all pleased with the accident when Rhea sent a letter informing him of what had happened. Daemon finally took an interest in the dark-haired boy Rowena birthed, flying to the Vale to see the dragon, taking it upon himself to have twenty dragonkeepers sent to Runestones.

“I hope he can accomplish it, for himself and for House Royce." Visenya says looking out the window, pulling back the curtains to get a better look, wrinkling her little nose at the stench that enters the carriage and allowing the curtain to fall closed again. “I had forgotten that the city smells so bad.”

“You better get used to it again." Elys passes a bag of scented salts to the young woman. “Tie it to your wrist, you can smell it when the stench gets too much.”

The slums around the city wall have grown considerably larger than Lady Elys remembered from her last visit so many years before.

People beg with outstretched hands on the road as they see the bronze wheelhouse pass by.

It's a sad sight.

The lady sighs before pulling the small dark wooden chest out from under the bench under Visenya's curious eyes. She takes out a heavy bag of coins and pushes the chest back with her foot, hiding it with her skirt. She signals with her hand for any of the knights escorting them to approach the window. Willam Royce, her nephew by marriage, Gunthor’s youngest boy, and Leofric Corbray squire, is the one to come to her.

She contains a smile as she sees the boy blush when he notices Visenya's curious gaze on him.

It's no secret that the boy is sweet on little Enya—just like half the boys of similar age in Runestone—in another life he would be a good match for the future Lady of Runestone, Willam is handsome, with dark curls and blue eyes, and will probably grow up to be a tall, handsome man, and appease everyone in the family that the next heir would retain the surname Royce without the need for major manoeuvres.

“Lady Aunt." He greets her with a nod, keeping his horse's gallop in sync with the carriage. “My princess.”

Visenya just smiles at him, looking at him from beneath her lashes, which only makes him blush more.

“Willam, my sweet, be a dear and hand out these coins to the people." She passes the heavy bag into his hand.

The squire just nods again, looking once more at the Targaryen princess before doing as his aunt asked of him.

Once he is away and the curtain is closed again, Elys lets out the laugh she forced herself to hold in, lightly slapping her granddaughter's knee in reprimand.

“Shameless flirt!” The Dowager Lady of Runestone pointed her finger at the girl.

“I have to train for court life, don't I?" Visenya says with a naughty tone. “I'm of marriageable age, I have to charm all the beautiful second sons, have them all at my feet asking for my hand, there is no better opportunity than during a season at court.”

A beauty of beauties in all the Seven Kingdoms, if not in all the Known World.

Visenya is slender, nymph-like of body, with very pale white skin dotted with golden freckles—the only inheritance from Rhea in her appearance—, plump lips and pretty pearly teeth, a neat nose, and large eyes of an unusual bluish-lilac shade. Her hair is a beautiful flaxen, a few shades lighter than Elys own, curled and long—she's not sure her granddaughter's hair was ever cut more than a little trim at the ends—now ribboned for practicality during the travel.

Elys remembers vividly the Good Queen Alysanne carrying the baby in her arms during her anointment commenting that little Visenya reminded her of Viserra, the most beautiful of her daughters, in appearance.

“Be careful child, you don't want a reputation, especially in the Red Keep."

“I can be discreet." The girl winks at her grandmother amid giggles.

The wheelhouse takes a while to cross the city from Dragon's Gate to the Red Keep, the guards escorting it thought it better to go around Fleabottom than through it. Especially with the four glitzy wheelhouses carrying the noblewomen and their ladies-in-waiting, and the wagons with their belongings coming right behind, with things that attract the attention of the wrong kind of people.

Their retinue arrives at the Red Keep midday.

There is quite a crowd waiting to receive them. The standard-bearers stop between the carriage and the people waiting, proudly carrying the banners of Houses Targaryen, Royce and Arryn, and the Princess of Runestone personal crest: a pearlescent white dragon with the halved shield with the crests of Royce and Arryn between its claws in a black field with bronze runes around the border.

“Princess Visenya of House Targaryen, heir of Runestone.” The Herald announces her granddaughter, as a guard opens the wheelhouse door for them. “Her Lady Grandmother, Lady Elys of House Arryn, Dowager Lady of Runestone.”

Elys arranges the balzo on top of Visenya's head and centres the small jewel on her forehead, pinching her cheek for a healthy blush before the girl pushes back the linen curtain and leaves with the assistance of a Kingsguard guard.

The lady fixes her own skirt before leaving the wheelhouse behind her granddaughter.

The first person she notices is the Queen, her younger sister, in the light blue silks of her paternal House.

A chill runs down her spine as she looks at her sister.

Despite her Targaryen blood through her mother, Princess Daella, in appearance Aemma is an Arryn, with pale sandy hair, an aquiline nose and light blue eyes. Aemma is only eight and twenty, a few months older than her Rhea, however, she looks like a woman nearly to Elys own age.

She looks emaciated, haggard…sick. The Stranger follows her closely. Her youngest sister would not survive a full-term pregnancy and childbirth, it surprised Elys even that she had lived until this moment, with so many failed pregnancies and increasingly long and painful periods of recovery.

Beside her, giving her his arm for support, is Viserys, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, dressed in silk damask of gold and Tyrosh-purple, his grandfather’s crown upon his brow, looking more youthful and healthier than his younger wife. His silver-gold hair is kept short, following southern fashion which has a great Andal influence, he also sports a silver-gold moustache, so thin and pale it almost disappears on his face.

He is a handsome man, but pales in comparison to his dashing younger brother, especially when the two are side by side.

“Your Graces.” Visenya makes a perfect curtsy to the King and Queen and stands as if the castle belongs to her.

The couple is smiling at the young woman with indulgence.

“You have grown beautiful Visenya.” The king says, his eyes fixed on his niece.

Elys recognizes the expression on his face.

Like any woman who was once young and desired, she recognizes the almost obscene expression when older men look at women young enough to be their daughters and imagine themselves as young as their sons.

 The look on a man's face when he lusts after a woman old enough to be his daughter, and who he knows he shouldn't desire.

“Thank you, Your Grace."

“Just stating the truth my dear." In a gallant gesture, the king kisses his niece's hand.

“Brother, stop holding up the line!” The prince’s impatient voice interrupts, causing the King to take his covetous eyes away from his young niece.

Prince Daemon is a tall man, only a few centimetres shorter than his older brother, he keeps his silvery hair long, following the fashion of Old Valyria.

Unlike Viserys's ostentatious clothes, Elys good son is dressed in all black leather, well cut and elegant, but infinitely more subtle than the rest of the court. He carries Dark Sister around his waist, and his only ornament is the livery collar that marks him. as a member of the Small Council and Master of Coin.

Visenya smiles and turns to her father making a new curtsy. “Lord Father.”

“Little dragoness.” There is a smile on the prince's face, he has his hands on his only daughter's shoulders, despite being considered a tall young woman, Visenya looks small next to her father. He puts his forehead to hers, saying something that only she hears, and then kisses her cheek.

“Sister." Elys takes her eyes off the reunion between father and daughter and approaches her sister with her hand outstretched.

“My queen." In a gesture of deference, Elys kisses her sister's pale hand and offers a profound curtsy. “Your Grace.” She bows her head to her good brother.

“Lady Elys, it is good to have you at court again." Viserys says amiable. “I am sure your sisters missed you dearly." He looks at Aemma with a smile and at Lady Amanda Redfort born Arryn, standing next to the queen. “Let's give them time to rest from the road, later we shall have a welcome feast.” The king announces to the court members present, taking the queen's hand in his and guiding her into the castle.

Prince Damon follows them, his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and head tilted toward her as they continue their private conversation. One by one the courtiers follow them, even her ladies and her granddaughter's, Elys nods for them to enter, until only Amanda and her remain in the courtyard.

“How bad is she?"

Amanda approaches until the two are face to face, she looks to the side for a moment, making sure there is no one else around.

Her younger sister, like herself, maintains a youthful appearance, even as they have both now seeing past their forty years of age. It comes with their Upcliff blood, their mother died young, not even thirty years old, yet she still had the appearance of a woman half her age.

Amanda inherited her colouring, beautiful red-gold hair, and blueish grey eyes like a stormy sea.  

“The Maestre has already recommended that she not try to get pregnant again after the last miscarriage, she had a difficult time recovering, almost a year," Amanda informs her, there is concern in her eyes “now she is once again with child, and it is taking a toll on her. I don’t believe she will live to see the child.”

“The child will not be born." Lady Elys declares it like a sentence. She can feel it.

 “There is more." Amanda says. “The Small Council has been hinting that he should set her aside, that he should marry a queen who can bear him heirs.” She lowers her tone, tilting her head toward her sister. “There are rumours that His Grace had a bastard boy with a courtesan, and he might be discreet, but I know for sure that there are mistresses.”

“Does Aemma knows?”

“I believe so.” She nods. “They are, however, ladies of little consequence, barely noble, daughters of second and third sons, some not even that, daughters of knights and rich merchants,” Amanda explains, “His Grace has a king’s an appetite and a queen constantly bedridden who clearly does not meet his needs.”

“Hm.” It's the only reaction Elys gives.

A tale old as time, men will be men, even the best of them.

Viserys may be gentle and amiable, but he was always a man of appetites, and pious Aemma was never an ardent lover.

Elys blames the Good Queen for her precocious marriage and sheltered upbring, Aemma was just a girl, still playing with dolls.

The marriage was not consummated before her four and tenth nameday, and until then Viserys would entertain himself with whores and courtesans usually in the company of his brother and half a dozen favourites.

“We shall have to stay alert to whom he takes to bed." Elys says, linking her arm with her sister's and directing her into the castle.

“What happens if she dies or is put aside?"

Then perhaps Visenya will have the crown she was promised. And we might yet have a king of our blood on the Iron Throne.

#hotd #house of the dragon #viserys targaryen x reader #viserys married his own niece #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhea royce #daemon targaryen/rhea royce children #the red queen #AU hotd story

[msmorningstaarr]

Holy and Heathen - Chapter 11 (Moans and Lullabies)

Pairing: young!Oberyn MartellxF!Original Hightower Character

Word count: 5.7k

Chapter Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI

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SUMMARY: Lady Melara Hightower is the youngest daughter of Lord Leyton Hightower and has a distinct, serious and pious personality. She is sent to serve the Faith as a Septa, but her destiny suddenly changes once she becomes betrothed to the heir of Dorne, Prince Oberyn Martell. She sees herself living in a land far from hers with distinct habits, dealing with many divergences and a husband far more wild than she could ever expect. Would she be capable of lighting the way of her mind and heart?

a/n: comments, likes and shares are always appreciated 🩵

(Except for Melara Hightower, all characters do not belong to me but to George RR Martin, author of the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' book series.)

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody @martellspear

Melara

It was a calm evening. Oberyn had decided to end his duties around the castle earlier to be taking care of Melara, who still had not overcome her sickness and tiresome. The Gods seemed to finally open Oberyn’s heart and since that day where they decided to put their differences aside to build a relationship, everything changed. When both discovered that the blonde princess was with child, a new spark was born in the eyes of her husband. The Father was just and listened to her prayers. Being with child at first was quite the distressful news, in all honesty. Melara could not fathom the feeling of yearning for something so much and still dread it to its core. There would be nights where her nightmares would haunt her sleep and she would dream of a bloodshed where the maesters would cut her in half to take the babe out of her, just like it was done to her mother. 

Lady Rhea told her the story of her birth when she was no older than seven years of age and her mind graphically imagined the bloody moment she was born. Guilty often dawned on her to think that her life was possible at the expense of another person. Was I worthy of it? She thought. 

The words of her stepmother tormented her mind and now, more than ever, the fear of being a disappointment grew stronger inside of her. Could she ever be a good mother to the child growing inside of her? Could she even survive the childbirth to be anything to this child? For a pregnancy in the mild stage, her bump was huge. Word spread throughout the castle that Melara could be expecting twins, given her current size and stage of expectation and the intrusive thoughts were dreading her again. That is when she felt close to faint when she was listening to Septa Lorna give her recommendations to maintain a good health besides her current state. 

Melara still felt bothered by the constant fuss over her, it was not something she was used to having in the Starry Sept and not even in Hightower, but after sharing many conversations with her husband, he convinced her to be more welcoming to this kind of treatment.

Oberyn smiled at her once he entered their quarters and found Lya, Megga, Lys and Melessa surrounding her. Lys fed Melara with grapes and Lya took water to her lips. Melessa and Megga massaged her feet while two other servants fanned the princess. Melara briefly stared at Lya and noticed a certain blush spreading across her cheeks and her eyes lowered quickly once Oberyn entered the room whilst Lya used her own hands to caress her also pregnant womb. 

The servants immediately bowed to the salty prince and waited for their commands. “You can leave us now.” He said, calmly. His gaze never left Melara’s. The prince and princess have not even noticed how quick to disappear the other ones were.

There was a time where any kind of eye contact would make her embarrassed, ashamed. None of this was real around her lord husband from now onwards. He had made a mother of her, once her wish was given by the Mother and her infinite kindness. Everything was different, Melara felt different. She felt comfortable around him. There was no fear or displeasure, only sympathy. “I came the second someone told me you were on the verge of fainting again.” He said, slowly approaching her.

Melara just pouted her lips and arched her eyebrows. “I was not, husband.”

“Many moons have been gone since the day I took you as my wife and I can count on my fingers how many times you have called me by my name. You must call me Oberyn, my fallen star.” He softly commanded, grabbing her feet to massage it. His hands were callused as it would always be, but Melara could feel the heat of his large hand spreading throughout her body and tingle her intimate parts. An unusual side effect of her pregnancy was the constant urges for bedding. 

Although Oberyn seemed more than satisfied to take her whenever the time was needed, Melara still felt shame for this, it felt so unladylike to take initiative in this matter. Melara had her cheeks rosy and her pout turned into a sly grin. “Very well, Oberyn,” Melara wrinkled her eyes in a silent giggle and her hands reached her swollen belly. “We are fine. There is no need for all of this.”

“You carry my heir, my silver star. I should take good care of you. I could not do this to the mother of Obara, but I did it to the mother of my littlest Nymeria.” Her body felt tense by the thought of his bastards. It was still a rather sensitive topic within their relationship, but Oberyn was straightforward and had no issue exposing the wounds of it before it would fester. Yet, Melara felt not even close to being fond of having his bastard daughters around. 

At times, Melara would feel repulsive for desiring the death of small children, however, that was the truth of her heart: could she hold any little power over it, Nymeria and Obara would be away from Sunspear or even Dorne, where their little shadows could never reflect behind her ever again. Her eyes lowered as her expression grew bitter and Oberyn seemed to notice, curling his lips before changing the subject.

“You are my princess, my silver princess,” He hummed and kissed her belly as he made his way over to her face and kissed her lips. “Must be treated as such.” 

Melara looked at Oberyn and her fingertips traced patterns as she silently shared a moment with him. His brown eyes had a strong effect on her, it was bewitching. Melara always had in her mind that Oberyn has a charming, enchanting and involving persona, even when she had no trace of true feelings for him. Now, when she could finally see the caring and loving Oberyn that Elia spoke so much that day when she departed from King’s Landing to Dorne, those feelings inflamed within her heart and her head lacked words to explain what she was feeling for him. Not even when she was training to be a Septa she felt so close to the Gods in the way she felt by just staying by the side of her husband.

“Sing for us, hu-… Oberyn.” She corrected herself after breaking the brief silence between them. The salty prince smirked and lowered a bit to kiss her bump slowly and gently.

“High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts…” Besides being a great politician and quite skilled at fighting and extraordinarily smart in the arts of alchemy and philosophy or history, Oberyn was also a great artist. His voice was smooth and powerful, capturing the sensibility of that song.

“… The ones she had lost and the ones she had found, and the ones who had loved her the most…” His hand caressed her belly gently and Melara would feel the strange feeling of her babe and their little legs kicking her belly from inside every time they would hear any sign of Oberyn’s presence.

“… The ones who'd been gone for so very long, she couldn't remember their names…” he kept singing, loud enough for them only to listen. Moons ago, Melara would never have the idea that her life would turn to this. Oberyn could be quite the difficult figure, but once he opened up his heart, things swiftly began to change within their relationship and even if the silver princess could not consider herself fully loving Oberyn, the sentiment of being cherished, appreciated and pampered felt good. No one has ever been this affectionate towards her, not even her lord father.

“… They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain…” The princeling stared at Melara and caressed her belly tenderly, his voice lowered calmly and his fingertips traced gentle patterns over the fabric of her dress, feeling the fussy babe inside of her kicking as a reaction to the presence of their father. 

“… And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave…” Oberyn kept singing and smiling to the reaction of their babe. Melara found an odd satisfaction and a certain pride in the sensation of what it means to create life. In the Sept, she learned everything regarding the seven-faced God and its virtues - the Mother, ever so caring and powerful, blessing the path of motherhood felt much more real to her. Right there and then, Melara could understand what it means to be the true embodiment of the Mother, once Oberyn knew exactly how to worship her. Which is odd, hence the fact that her lord husband is far from being a holy man, but quite the heathen in truth.

“… They danced through the day, and into the night through the snow that swept through the hall, from winter to summer then winter again…” As he sang, Oberyn began to roam his hands on her lower body and squeeze her rear, hips and thighs, all over the thick fabric of her dress. Melara felt her cheeks burn and flush, body increasing the heat as Oberyn furtively revealed the skin of her legs by lifting the skirt of her dress and showing the underpants she wore. Melara bit her lips to the ache in her entrance, anticipating and fully desiring Oberyn to take her right there.

“… 'Til the walls did crumble and fall …” The smug smile rose on his face to see the fluster on her face. His lips kissed her thighs over the fabric of her undergarments and Melara could not help but let out a small moan. After the beginning of her pregnancy, her skin would crowl and be extra sensitive at any slight touch on any part of her body. Right now, her intimacy was drooling and covered by her wetness caused by Oberyn. It was odd and a wave of shame still crossed her mind, however, it felt rather difficult resisting Oberyn, once he knew exactly how to take Melara to the edge and reach her peak.

“… And she never wanted to leave,” he sang, intercalating the music with soft kisses on her inner thighs. “never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave…”

“… High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts…” His hands squeezed her thighs and shuddered the thin hair on her legs as his smooth voice breathed against her legs. Slowly, his lips were getting closer and closer to her centre, raising the tension within her body.

“… The ones she had lost and the ones she had found…” And then, Oberyn deposited a soft kiss right there, causing Melara to squirm and arch her head back, involuntarily pulling his face closer to her privates.  

Oberyn smirked and was eager to take her hands from his curls. “Too eager, my fallen star,” he stopped singing and touching Melara for a while, making the silver princess whine before he would finish the song. “… And the ones…” 

Both of his hands levelled up to her waistband and started pulling off the underwear she was wearing, slowly revealing her bare lower body to him until there was nothing left to cover down on her body. “… Who had loved her the most.”

His eyes darkened to the sight of Melara almost exploding and shattering her body into pieces, just for him. “Please, husband…” Melara said, breaking the silence after the song ended. Oberyn smiled even more.

“Please what, my silver princess?” her husband asked. 

Her cheeks felt so close to catching fire, Melara had to gather her strength to reply to his question. “Touch me, please.” she muttered.

Oberyn gazed at her from downwards, mischievously grinning and biting his lips, with his smug attitude of always. “Touch where?” Melara could never say that word out loud and yet, here he was, pushing her to the edge to say it. Timidly, she tried to guide his hands towards her wet spot, however, the salty prince dismissed her attempt of silently guiding him. “Use your words, Melara.” 

“My… intimacy…” Melara replied in a whisper, hiding her face from Oberyn after saying the naughty words her husband required. He kept smirking at Melara and gently, he traced his index over her sensitive bundle of nerves, causing another squirm on her back.

“That is quite the unholy word for my little lady to be speaking,” he purrs, circling his fingers around her sweet spot and driving Melara to madness. “I am proud.” 

And then, Oberyn dived into her intimate part and his tongue worked intensely on her pleasure. Melara felt her heart beating fast and her mouth going dry, which is the opposite of the lower part of her body. The heat was high and her entrance still ached with anticipation for the moment she waited mostly: when he would be inside of her. His lips were soft and suckled her button, focusing on it. Melara had her legs shaking excessively and her thoughts were everywhere. It was such a conflicting sensation to enjoy something she grew up hearing that it was wrong and unladylike. Yet, it could be the most sinful feeling to be quite sure she reached Seven Heavens everytime Oberyn licked, suckled and touched her intimacy with so much passion and hunger.

Her hips involuntarily moved towards his head, pressing his lips against her core and her head fell back, crying out and in readiness to release. Oberyn went forward with his head when Melara bounced her pelvis against him, his hands squeezed her hips and the bright princess bit her lips, trying to muffle her moans. Melara grabbed his hair when a desperate whimper left her lips and her body began to tremble, announcing her undeniable climax. Melara pressed her hand over her chest, trying to recover from the whirlwind of sensations Oberyn just provoked on her, trying to readjust her heart beating. Still, the dornish prince felt restless and eagerly went straight to her lips, kissing her with more hunger this time.

“Gods, if I knew earlier you would be this beautiful when you are with child, I’d have built another Great Sept just for worshipping the Mother and bless us with an army of our children.” He said between the kisses. She could feel the salty taste of her wetness mixing with both salivas and her cheeks kept flushing, but her body yearning for more. “Maybe I shall do this, my dear wife.” He continued and took a flush on her cheeks, which she fastly covered with her callused hands.

With not much time to lose, Oberyn released his hard member and positioned on her entrance. Melara tried to look away, but her husband grabbed her chin and locked their gazes together. “Keep looking at me, silver princess.” he softly commanded and so she obeyed, biting her lower lip as Oberyn made his way inside of her slowly. Melara could not help but scream alongside her salty husband, who grunted to the sensation of entering her warm walls. Her insides were filled up with him and his thrusts were strong and steady, but slow. Oberyn grunted and his greedy hands squeezed both sides of her hips, yet, he was ever so careful to his wife in order to not hurt her or the babe.

He held her hips to control her body and his pace, but Melara wanted more. She could feel her inner parts clenching around Oberyn and gently, he got his face closer to hers as he kept pushing himself inside of her and kissed her forehead. Melara locked Oberyn by involving her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his olive skin, opening space on her neck so he could kiss there, and so he did. He suckled and nibbled her neck, passing his hands from her hips to her hair, holding the silvery gold cascade in a strong grip. “More, please.” she muttered and Oberyn felt as if someone lit wildfire inside of him, taking up his speed and thrusting within Melara faster.

The young woman was lost in a daze, the world around her faded and all there was was her and Oberyn. Her nails gripped into his skin, her legs gripped him tighter. She let out a moan as her eyes fluttered and rolled upwards inside her skull. The princess shivered, inclining her head to kiss his shoulder as his hands took her waist, her legs wrapping around him in a desperate embrace of her lover’s body as he made her his own. Melara’s lips were parted as Oberyn kissed her neck, her arms holding him by his shoulders as he increased his pace, each thrust taking the princess to new heights of pleasure and very soon, another peak was being close to reach. 

“My silver princess takes me so well…” He said amongst grunts and moans, Melara coyly smiled, intertwining with soft whines and wiping the traces of sweat from her face.

“Oberyn…” her words were a gasp, soft and breathy, filled with the sweetness that she rarely felt. Each word had a soft purr to it, each breath an inhale as the Prince took her, each moment a sigh as the two enjoyed each other's bodies. The two kissed. Melara could feel the warmth of her skin growing hotter, her breath growing shorter. She could feel her prince throb inside of her and his breathing getting heavier as his own climax seemed also close, her back arching slightly as she moaned softly, her heart beating faster. The young lady’s breath was coming in soft gasps between kisses, her words filled with a soft, quiet purr.

“Yes, my little lady…” He replied, pounding her aching core. Her lips were parted as she leaned her head back, breathing slightly harder as she sighed and her heart beat more quickly. Her thighs were tightening around the Prince's body, her body responding to his touch in a way she never could as her body began to quiver. 

"Oh-" she sighed before exhaling a loud, breathy moan and Oberyn smiled, presuming what was happening to his lady wife.

“Use your words, Melara.” He coos reminding her, giving hints that his own climax was building inside of him as well.

"I am..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath as her body began to shake. The lady was nearing her peak, her face flushed as she pushed her body into Oberyn's, her hands squeezing his hands tighter as she grew closer and closer to her release.

“You are what, Lady Melara?” He provoked her, thrusting slightly harder.

"I'm close..." she breathed, squeezing the Prince's neck. Her breathing grew faster and faster as she began to writhe below him, her back arching slightly as her muscles began to shake, her face flushed as her body reached its pinnacle. Oberyn, on the other hand, gave his final grunt once she finally released her pleasure, he could not hold himself and found his own climax, coming inside of her in full strength and lust.

“Oberyn…” she repeated again, this time more breathless than before, taking a moment to pause and catch her breath, her teeth slightly bared with each moan. “Oh Gods.” she muttered, her voice quivering ever so slightly as she felt her body grow tighter. “Oh.” Oberyn fell beside her, laughing and biting his lip with a satisfied and relaxed expression. He immediately held Melara, who even overwhelmed by physical touching learned to enjoy how much Oberyn liked to be affectionate with touching, embracing and caressing. The dornish prince kissed her temples, caressed her belly and wiped her carefully with a washcloth before going back to lay close to her.

“My fallen star is growing more and more keen on the sexual arts.” He whispered in her ear as he placed beside Melara, who had her cheeks burning even more red with his comment, still recovering from the aftershocks of their momentum. “Yet, you are as shy as ever.”

It was true, although having intercourse had become something more interesting for her and the company of Oberyn had turned to be congenial afterwards, years of a strict conduct still endured on her mind, always taunting the moments after the pleasure experienced. Oberyn leaned his index finger on her chin and lightly squeezed it, with a tender smile and Melara felt her heart burning by looking at him and their bodies facing each other in that bed. Half of her heart burned affection and the other half burned in shame. Her mind still had not detached from the idea she was no longer a Septa, even being in Dorne for what felt like ages and married, with a child on the way. 

Oh, Mother above, with your comforting gaze,

Lead me back to the path of your righteous ways.

Forgive my transgressions, and grant me your peace,

In your endless love, may my soul find release… her mind repeated the prayer again and again.

”This is a subject I am still working on, hus-… Oberyn.” He smirked at her and kissed her temples once more, bringing her closer to his body. She laid her head and both stood there for some brief moment, enjoying each other’s company. 

The salty prince looked at Melara again and smiled at her, faintly. Then, Melara watched her husband fetch water and wine. Wine for him, water for her. He gave her a glass and raised his cup to cheer silently before starting his drinking. “I wish I was allowed to take you to the place where I keep my poisons.”

Melara raised her eyebrows calmly and looked at her window, always caressing her belly. “Am I not allowed to visit it in such conditions?”

“The maesters avidly recommended not to. Won’t risk endangering the mother of one of my children.” It was a hardship not to feel a pang of jealousy everytime she would remember Oberyn already had two children and none of them belonged to her.

“Then you will only take me once I deliver the baby.”

“Or babes.”

Melara sighed heavily once she heard her husband correct the sentence from singular to plural. This prospect had no chance of being seen in a positive light at all for her. “Do you think I might be carrying twins too?” She asked, apprehensive. 

Oberyn nodded and kneeled by her side, kissing her belly. His widow’s peek stared at her ever so solemnly and his warm, callused hands touched her waist with care. “I indeed think you carry more than one babe in your belly.”

Melara felt numb. Her heart beat faster in angst and suddenly tears scrolled down her face, nervously as she tried to wipe them quickly. Melara kept her thoughts mostly to herself all this time from everyone but right then, it was hard to hide her fear over her childbirth. Being vulnerable to someone human and not the Gods was proving to be quite the humbling experience, for the thought of letting Oberyn see her fears reminded of a time where no secrets were maintained amongst sisters and shame would hover her body every time Lady Rhea would betray her trust, for a small confession her step mother would turn to a great judgement of her character and belittle her feelings. However, now it was different. Oberyn was patient with her and let her be vulnerable in her own time and although a rough young man, he was proving to be loving as Elia promised her. “What is happening?” Oberyn asked, concernedly trying to wipe her tears. Melara nested her body on his, seeking comfort. “Tell me, fallen star.”

Melara lowered her head and tried to speak, feeling her mouth going dry and her heart exploding within her. No words would leave her mouth, a small part of her head still felt scared to tell him her true feelings over that possibility. “Melara…”

“I am scared of childbirth.” She spilled the words in a mutter in low sobs. Oberyn furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, taking her hand gently.

“You are scared of giving birth?” He asked, sternly. Suddenly, Melara was a child again, being in front of her older sisters and step mother saying some random feeling roaming her mind, to be mocked by them or reprimanded immediately. Anxiety consumed her mind and her hands trembled, tears went down faster and the princess shrunk her body, which turned Oberyn to extreme worry with Melara. “Listen to me,” he spoke to her, cupping her face with his hands and forcing Melara to look at him. “I will not allow anyone to murder you in childbirth. I promise to be by your side, protecting you.”

Oberyn cupped her face and his eyes turned tender whilst facing her. His fingertips traced her lips gently but no arousal rose on his face, only something Melara could not categorically name that moment. It was magical the manner that man could be fiercely dangerous and so unwaveringly charming and loving. Her heart burned again, but in that strange feeling her heart insisted to feel whenever she was around him after that eventful day when she allowed him to get into her intimacy. Melara also felt calmer, her tears had dried for a while, her eyes sparkled looking at Oberyn. “My handmaidens will help me too.” She completed, calmly. Oberyn lowered his eyes and Melara noticed the change of expression. It went from bubbly to numb, instantly. A certain dissatisfaction rose and he moved his lips uncomfortably and he fixed his posture on the mattress.

“There is a matter I have been wanting to talk to you about, in fact.” The olive skinned prince broke the silence, brushing her hair with his fingers.

”Speak.” She replied.

”Your new handmaiden…”

“What about Lya?” Melara asked, confused. Oberyn had never paid attention to any of her personal servants at point of talking about them, but due to her latest condition, Melara found it could be anything related to her imminent pregnancy and current work serving as her handmaiden. Although Melara never thought of Oberyn as a judgemental man, she wondered if her state could bother him at any instance.

“Do you believe she is suited enough to be your handmaiden? I don’t think of her as an appropriate company for you.”

Melara furrowed her eyebrows. “Said the man who walks amongst the smallfolk and goes on to have two bastard children? Is it because she is carrying a bastard of her own?” 

“I could not care less if she is carrying a bastard or the next King of the Seven Kingdoms,” He said, serving himself a glass of wine and pouring water to her. “She is none of our trust.”

She drank a bit of her water after sitting down on their mattress. Of course, Melara did not approve at all once she received the news of the upcoming of her handmaiden and thought of sending her away, as a manner of not raising a bad influence over her other servants, however, she felt as the one to blame of Lya’s destiny once the girl dropped the Sept on a promise to be held safe in her new castle before her departing from Oldtown. Melara held a sense of responsibility for her future once her mind rumined about what Lya had to endure to survive outside the castle and on her travels from the Reach to Dorne. Besides her pious reasons, part of embracing Dorne as her home was to understand that her unmarried pregnancy was no reason for judgement to the dornish.

“Why would she not be of trust?” Melara asked and Oberyn pouted his lips and sighed, his black viper eyes seemed slightly lost, contemplative for a moment before replying to Melara.

“Your handmaidens carry your secrets, your most intimate situations, they are with you from the moment you wake up, and for a moment even guard your sleep. This girl… she came from nowhere and now she is here, carrying a great deal of honour.”

Lya was trustable, she wanted to believe it. Oberyn indeed carried a point but Lya was one of the nicest people she ever had in her life and she could not fathom sending a person like her away, even with her eccentric personality and sharp tongue. “When I was in the Sept,” Melara started, holding her belly and turning her gaze at her husband. “There was one day right in the beginning of my journey where I had to clean one of the worship rooms and scrape the rest of melted candles in the altar, to right after sweep the dust in the room. I had no idea of how to hold a broom and a shovel, the elder Septas joined to make me the object of their mockery over the fact I could not even do such a simple task as cleaning one room. Lya joined me and taught me how to use those items. Lya defended me when I needed her the most. Nothing she would gain but my silent company and stern behaviour, yet, she chose to be my defender and friend. I could not do such a thing as leaving her behind because you find her not worthy of my trust and company.”

Oberyn, as always, looked defeated after her brief, yet incisive words. Melara noticed the taciturn moment between them and how awkwardly dissatisfied Oberyn turned out to be. “Does it bother you?”

”Yes. I do not trust her and neither should you.” He responded, joining his hands while making his body comfortable on a chair. Melara was instantly annoyed by his words and scoffed, rolling her eyes in discontent. Oberyn raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Melara and her attitude.

Melara's frustration simmered beneath the surface as she listened to Oberyn's concerns about Lya, her trusted handmaiden. The notion that Oberyn doubted Lya's loyalty and suitability irked her, especially given the personal bond she had formed with the young woman.

"Oberyn," Melara began, her tone measured but firm. "Lya has been nothing but loyal and supportive to me since she arrived. She stood by me when others mocked and belittled me in the Sept. Her loyalty isn't something I take lightly."

Oberyn's expression remained stoic, but Melara could sense his underlying apprehension. The bright princess understood his need to protect their household and maintain trust among their staff, but she couldn't bring herself to dismiss Lya based solely on suspicions.

"She has earned my trust," Melara continued, her gaze unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, but I believe in giving people a chance to prove themselves. Lya has proven herself to me time and again."

Oberyn sighed, his features softening slightly as he regarded his wife. "Melara, I only want what's best for you and our household. I would not forgive myself if I allowed anyone to harm you, dear wife."

Melara nodded, acknowledging his concerns but remaining resolute in her decision. "I understand, Oberyn. But I ask that you trust my judgement in this matter. Lya has been a friend when I needed one most."

The prince studied her for a moment, his gaze lingering with a mixture of frustration and affection. Eventually, he relented, knowing that Melara was steadfast in her convictions. Still, an evident distress was formed in Oberyn's eyes. Melara would question herself what harm could Lya ever do to deserve such mistreatment and suspiciousness from her husband.

"Very well," Oberyn conceded, a hint of resignation in his voice. “She is allowed to stay, my silver princess. You are entitled to choose your companions and I apologise for my words. But if there are any concerns or issues, promise me you'll come to me."

“No need for apologies, husband.”

Melara nodded, relieved that he had acquiesced. He was proud, but Melara appreciated how Oberyn accepted to compromise for her, even when he was not very fond of her. With that, a semblance of peace settled between them, though Melara knew that tensions could flare again if Lya's presence continued to be a point of contention. For now, she would stand by her decision and uphold her trust in Lya, hoping that Oberyn would eventually see the value in the bond she shared with her handmaiden. Yet, a sense of confusion rested in her mind, wandering the reasons behind such an open campaign against a simple handmaiden of hers. Melara reassured herself, Lya is of my trust, she is my friend constantly in her head with an intonation close to her matutine prayers. She was sure the Gods had blessed her with a true companion through her marital journey. Her olive prince put his glass aside and embraced his wife from behind and pulled the little princess to bed. Melara entangled her fingers on his, sighing briefly to the warmth of his lips throughout her neck tenderly. 

“Let us rest now, princess.”

“Let us rest then, prince.” With this, Melara closed her eyes and leaned her head on his chest to finally fall asleep.

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[lemonhemlock]

Hey!

Relating to what @redrosesandcharmingsouls ask. Do you think that Viserys and Otto, even Daemon to extent complicated relationships extend to the fact that Jaehaerys chose Otto as his hand after Baelon died.

I always seen it as Otto was groomed in a way to be Viserys' hand. In someways they do balance out each other. And that also plays into Daemon’s relationship with Viserys. He wants to be hand, he wants that relationship that Otto has with Viserys.

Hmmmm.....

We're going to have to base the answer on book lore in this case. Show lore is going to be different because the ages are different, but these details are not provided currently and who knows if they ever will be.

But textually Jaehaerys was 67 years old in 101 AC when Baelon died, Viserys was 24 and Daemon was 20. Now, Jaehaerys was an old man and had only two more years to live, he wasn't exactly predisposed to naming a 20-year-old impulsive Daemon to become his Hand.

We don't know Otto's age exactly, but we do know Alicent was born in 88 AC, so he must have been old enough then to father her. I'm choosing the very early, very arbitrary age of 16, which would make Otto 29 years old in 101 AC. It's very unlikely he married that young, though, so he was most likely older when he became Hand. In this situation, it's very understandable why he was chosen instead of Daemon or Viserys. Whether Daemon, with his brash filtre, would interpret this as a slight or another reason to consider himself aggrieved is a different matter.

Jaehaerys did probably think that giving Otto the opportunity to gain experience as Hand would also help his preferred choice of King (Viserys) in the long run. You're also right that Daemon has probably coveted the position of Hand for quite some time. But he was still too young in 103 AC and still very chaotic, whereas Otto had proven himself to be a steady hand and adept enough at administration for Viserys to have kept him on.

What the Realm needed after settling a succession crisis was stabilisation, not further trouble. Daemon was just not the right person for that and his behaviour since Viserys became King was not indicative of someone with the potential to take on so much responsibility. He asks his brother to set aside his marriage with Rhea Royce, which is always a controversial move in any political climate, and flip-flops between several short-lived political offices: master of coin, master of laws, the City Watch. Needless to say, he was not removed from those posts because he did such a good job. In a way, you have to laugh at Daemon's insistence on becoming Hand, because he probably would have thought the post very boring and uninspiring.

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[a-d-nox]

atalanta, the human huntress (asteroid 36)

Atalanta, left to die at birth due to her father's wish for a male heir, was raised by a bear for first few years of her life. Growing up in the wilderness, and eventually adopted by hunters, she became a skilled huntress. At a very young age, she vowed to Artemis to remain a virgin. And she did her best to keep that vow. Hylaeus and Rhoecus attempted to rape her, and she killed them instead. She frequently overpowered men in many competitive arenas and some say that she was among the Argonauts who sailed with Jason. In one myth in particular Atalanta wrestled Peleus and won during the funeral games of King Pelias. During the hunt for the Calydonian Boar, Atalanta drew first blood and the son of King Oeneus, Meleager, killed it. Meleager was enamored by Atalanta and offered her the skin - his uncles were offended by him and tried to take the skin from her. Meleager killed his own uncles to defend Atalanta's honor and to maintain his respectability. But somewhere in the fray, Meleager sustained an injury (often it is his mother that finds out that he murdered family, so she in turn burns his life source - a piece of wood), and he died. This was not Atalanta's only encounter with a male suitor - after reuniting with her father, he demanded that she be married (despite having been told that her marriage would result in catastrophe). Atalanta still wished to maintain her promise to Artemis though - she felt confident in her athleticism, so she stated that she would marry the first man who could beat her in a footrace. Many suitors failed until one asked Aphrodite for help - his name was either Hippomenes or Melanion (depends on which source you use). Either way this suitor was given three golden apples to drop as the two raced. The suitor dropped an apple whenever she was gaining on him - much like the goddess herself was once enchanted by the prospects of a golden apple, Atalanta was as well. She stopped to pick up each when she noticed they were dropped. When the young man won, the two married. But he forgot to thank the goddess Aphrodite, so she cursed the couple with uncontrollable lust. The two disrespectfully fornicated in a temple dedicated to Rhea. Rhea turned the couple into lions and forced them to pull her chariot. IN MY OPINION Atalanta in your chart can represent a) where you are resilient, b) your feminine strength, c) where you guard your honor physically, d) feminism, e) athleticism and/or f) where love and death are intertwined.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of atalantia along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of atalantia AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede atalantia!

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[ilovesmosh55]

This is a certified fire emblem headcanon info dump post . Bullet points copied and pasted from my notes app for the most part so sorry everyone if the formatting or grammar or something is weird

Exactly how the Nabateans work isn’t ever fully explained in game so this is. My take on it based on hints from the game and the characters’ relationships with each other and with Sothis:

-Sothis is an otherworldly alien being who DID come from far beyond the stars. Her lifespan is unfathomably long compared to an average human’s (if not just infinite/indefinite. I imagine as long as her home star shines she could live forever) and her godly power is basically like. An average human’s ability to wield magic times one bajillion. Naturally just has More Magic.

-She left the rest of her kind behind to visit earth and settle there but she doesn’t talk very much about her life before earth to anyone even her closest family. She greatly prefers life on earth and forming human connections to… whatever was going on back on the blue sea star.

-She created her children not by giving birth but like the games said . With her blood. She can just sculpt a human form from Anything, press together a crest stone, and blood-let on it a little bit, and badda bing badda boom new Nabatean. A Nabatean’s abilities, dragon form, and personality can be influenced by what she created their vessels out of. The first ones were created from the clay and mud of the earth she landed on hence the name Nabatean meaning earth dragon lol.

-Sothis DID love and want to watch over humanity, despite not being omnipotent and all-powerful like the Church claims. Creating her children and living among them and humans side by side was sort of her way of expressing that love.

-Despite not claiming to be omnipotent and all-powerful, Sothis’s strange appearance and abilities lead the people of Fodlan to begin calling her a goddess and worshipping her, which she happily accepted and encouraged. The idea that she watches over all life from above and is the arbiter of every soul came along with the church after she died (and is not really true). During her lifetime, she was just worshipped and was the queen of Zanado

-Sothis can create and bring life to a Nabatean at any age/stage of life. Rhea is one of the few she created as a baby rather than a fully grown adult, and she raised her as her own as a result.

-Seteth and his brothers are one of many “batches” of Nabateans made as adults and as a result they aren’t nearly as close to Sothis as Rhea is/was.

-Specifically, Macuil seems to even resent Sothis as he mentions byleth “stinking” of her during his battle. I imagine he’s the eldest brother and resents her for seemingly “abandoning” him to watch his brothers alone when others like Rhea got centuries of her time, love, and attention.

-Nabateans are all created by Sothis and most of them view her as a mother or at least a distant family member/matriarch figure but unless specifically made by Sothis to be siblings (as Seteth and his brothers were. Made as a matching set.) Nabateans aren’t actually related to each other. Sothis travelled all over Fodlan and probably other parts of the world too and created countless sets of Nabateans based on all different types of people. She would often make a few sets/unrelated individuals at once so that her creations/children could have like-minded company.

-Flayn’s mom/Seteth’s wife was also a Nabatean but from another “clan” and therefore yknow not his sister. Rhea Seteth and Flayn only really see each other as family in 3h because they are the last of their kind and feel the need to bond together for safety.

-Seteth and his brothers were based on whatever the Fodlan equivalent of Celtic people is. Rhea was made as a baby for Sothis to raise herself and is made more closely in her image than most of the others.

-Nabateans DO age, but very veeerryyy slowly. Rhea was pretty young, about the equivalent of 19 when Sothis was killed and the war of heroes started. By the time 3H canon begins, she’s about the equivalent of 38-41-ish. Seteth is about 40 in human years too, though he’s actually much younger than Rhea because he was created after her but was created as a young adult. Flayn is the equivalent of 15. Was only like 12 when she was injured and fell asleep back in the day.

-Sothis’s body, like when she was alive properly, will never die/rot so long as the blue star shines. However, the other Nabatean’s bodies DO rot but again. Veeerrryyy slowly. It would take centuries before they’d start to smell off.

-Other Nabateans, especially ones created later who weren’t raised and taught how to use their power by Sothis herself are not nearly as powerful as she was. Rhea is one of the strongest and was raised by Sothis personally but even she can’t control herself and goes crazy if she overuses her dragon form too much.

-Rhea was able to create Sitri/the other failed mom vessels because she was taught how to by Sothis. Probably watched her create many other Nabateans. However, since she is not nearly as powerful as her mother (and was just reusing the crest stone of a dead woman), Rhea’s vessels are far more fragile/sickly and humanlike. Most of them died very shortly after being created from their bodies basically being unable to sustain themselves. Sitri was pretty sickly and feeble but she was actually the healthiest and longest living one

-If not properly utilized and honed, Nabatean’s magic also fades over time, hence how Seteth’s brothers are now basically stuck as dragons. They didn’t transform for so long that they got rusty and probably can’t anymore.

#TL:DR the Nabateans are sothis’s Model Magic art projects #not actually but #anyway #fe3h #fire emblem 3 houses #sothis fe3h #rhea fire emblem #seteth fire emblem #flayn fire emblem #nabateans #fe3h headcanons #lore dump

[hapigairu]

Genuinely not trying to get into anything here, just wanting to learn more. What about Khalid and Nader's writing is a poor example?

Don't worry about it! Asking questions out of curiosity is always a good thing :)

People directly concerned with this topic will be more apt to give a detailed answer, but I'll do my best.

People from the Middle-East as well as Northern Africa generally have a bad reputation around the globe and face discrimination as a result. This is especially true of immigrants. Like, where I'm from, they're seen as untrustworthy, thieves, even murderers or r*pists. There's also the fact that they're associated with Islam, so on top of facing racial discrimination, they also face religious discrimination (whether they're actual Muslims or not). Not everyone thinks that way, thankfully, and I believe some states are trying to address this issue. But then, you have the police who sometimes (often...) have no qualms about arresting people or violently repress people because they look a certain way. There were riots in France a few months ago because a policeman shot a young man - Nahel Merzouk - of Moroccan and Algerian descent to death. You can find articles about this on sites like The Guardian if you want.

Now let's return to FE3H/FEW3H.

In Houses, we learn that Almyra invades Fodlan for funsies and the soldiers then celebrate the fight with a big feast. So killing people (or getting some of your people killed) is basically treated like a joke... Fodlan's throat was built to better protect Fodlan from these attacks... which are treated like a game by the interloping party. That's... really not great. But we also learn from Claude's B support with Hilda that his father - the king of Almyra - tied him to a horse and dragged him around because he was a "brat" sometimes? And her own mother just laughed when it happened (granted, she's not Almyran, but still... nobody seemed to think that Claude's treatment was disgusting)? So physically abusing a child is seen as something funny. Again, reaaaally not great. And Cyril tells us (well, Claude technically) in their B support that his parents died in battle, and he had to survive on his own without any help, especially not from the king. And he was serving in the army at age 11/12 (possibly younger). Whether he was forced or not... I'm not sure, but it's entirely possible he had little choice if he wanted to survive somehow. ... not great at all.

In Hopes, we have Nader looking forward to "taking some souvenirs" aka pillaging and Lorenz - a white nobleman - telling him that pillaging is not allowed in Fodlan. Not Claude. Lorenz. Important Almyran general (and probably most of his soldiers lbr) thinks pillaging is fun for the savages from Almyra so we need local white nobleman from Fodlan to teach him that it's bad. Yikes. Then you have Clod who... well, first of all makes the worst possible decisions in part 2 (why side with the country that did nothing to you when you can help the one that intends to invade you?). He also believes Edelgard's words about Rhea without... I don't know, find a way to verify the information he's been provided? And he's shown to be a backstabbing, untrustworthy scumbag with the Randolt chapter for example. He uses morally reprehensible 'tactics' to invade a country that has done nothing to him (e.g.: inciting Sreng to attack the kingdom). He centres power around himself and suppresses the nobles who want to bail because they're not happy about this. Oh and there's Shahid, a prince so stupid he doesn't recognise his own brother in chapter 3. He attacks Fodlan to get a better chance at inheriting the throne. That's quite... ugh. This is when a sensitivity reader and a diversity editor would have been GREATLY beneficial to this game's writing (can also be applied to Petra and Dedue tbh). Sadly, it's not a thing in Japan as far as I know. Also, I probably forgot (or overlooked) some stuff, so any correction or addition is more than welcome!

#anon ask #claude von riegan #golden wildfire #hope this helps #and makes sense #tw racism #tw murder #tw r4p3 #adding these just in case

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Jane von Mehren

11 January 2023

The highly civilized Etruscans had a huge impact on the city’s eventual geography, architecture, government, trade, and agriculture.

They created excellent schools to which rich Romans sent their sons, much as they would later send them to Greek institutes.

By the sixth century B.C., some of Rome’s most famous institutions, from the Forum to the Senate, were in existence but even the most reputable historians — including Fabius, Livy, and Plutarch — started their accounts of the empire in legend.

Legendary beginnings

The story of Rome’s founding begins in Alba Longa, the first “city” of Latium, a region in central western Italy, occupied by Latins.

The area had been inhabited since the Bronze Age by farming communities and was known to the ancient Greeks, which is perhaps why Aeneas, a Trojan prince, is said to have established it around 1150 B.C.

According to legend, in Alba Longa, two of Aeneas’s descendants, the brothers Amulius and Numitor, fought over who would rule.

Amulius triumphed, killing Numitor’s sons and exiling his daughter, Rhea Silvia, to become a Vestal Virgin.

Through divine intervention, she gave birth to the twins Romulus and Remus.

Threatened by these potential claimants to his throne, Amulius beheaded Rhea Silvia and abandoned the babies in the river Tiber.

Miraculously, a she-wolf rescued and cared for the boys until a shepherd, Faustulus, adopted them, raising them on the Palatine Hill, located in modern-day Rome.

The legend goes on to say that the brothers established the city of Rome on the banks of the Tiber River, where it was narrow enough for crossing and the hills provided a good defensive position.

The land between the hills, however, was quite marshy and not all that fertile.

The twins soon quarreled about the city’s exact boundaries and Romulus killed Remus.

Romulus, along with the outlaws and criminals he recruited, invited neighboring tribe the Sabines, who had resisted intermarrying with the Romans, to a fête.

During the merriment, Romulus raised his cloak signaling his men to seize and abduct the young Sabine women.

As the origin story goes, being Roman wives suited the women and they stopped the Sabine men from battling the Romans when they came to recapture them.

In the end the Sabines remained in Rome as part of the new city.

Influences in the area

Archaeological evidence tells us that Rome’s actual origins were less dramatic.

The first Romans were Latin farmers and shepherds living in small village huts on the Esquiline and Palatine hills.

The Sabines, a tribe living to the north, divided soon after the city’s founding, and some of them came south and united with Rome’s people.

Rome remained relatively primitive until the 600s B.C., when the Etruscans, who controlled a series of city-states to the north, began taking control of the city.

Kingdom of Rome

While modern scholars discount some of the accounts of ancient Roman historians, they agree that during the first phase of its history — from approximately 753 to 509 B.C. — Rome was ruled by kings.

According to these writers, Romulus was the first, succeeded by Numa Pompilius, a Sabine, and in 616 B.C., by an Etruscan named L. Tarquinius Priscus.

Kings had almost absolute power, serving as administrative, judicial, military, and religious leaders. A senate acted as an advisory council.

The king chose its members, who became known as patricians, from the city’s leading families.

Unlike later monarchs, Roman kingship was not inherited.

After a king died, there was a period known as an interregnum, when the Senate chose a new ruler, who was then elected by the people of Rome.

The king-elect needed to obtain approval of the gods and the imperium, the power to command, before assuming his throne.

Etruscan influences

The Etruscans ruled a loose confederation of city- states that stretched from Bologna to the Bay of Naples.

It remains unclear where they originated, but they used a version of the Greek alphabet and some ancient sources describe them as coming from Asia Minor.

Around 650 B.C., they were already dominant in the region and took control of Rome, wanting its strategic position on the Tiber.

Under Etruscan kings, Rome grew from a series of villages into a proper city.

The Etruscans drained the marshes around the city, constructed underground sewers, laid out roads and bridges.

They established the cattle market, Forum Boarium, as well as Forum Romanum, the central market and meeting place that evolved into the heart of the empire.

Toward the end of this period of Etruscan influence, the first temple of Jupiter was built on the Capitoline Hill.

This temple, although rebuilt many times, became the symbol of Rome’s power.

Founding the Republic

The era of Roman kings ended in 509 B.C., when the Romans supposedly expelled the last Etruscan king, L. Tarquinius Superbus, in another mythicized event.

As recounted by historians, including Livy, the son of Tarquinius Superbus, Sextus, raped at knifepoint the noblewoman Lucretia, wife of the king’s great nephew.

Lucretia, feeling that her honor and virtue had been lost, committed suicide.

Her uncle Brutus swears to avenge her and commits to revolution and the expulsion of the monarchy.

To the Roman people, her story represents the tyrannical powers of the monarch on the state, and so the saga of Lucretia is cited as the event that spurred the Roman Republic into being.

In place of the monarchy, Romans established a republic, which lasted until 30 B.C.

Over the course of nearly five centuries, Rome became a dominant Western power, seizing territory throughout the Mediterranean, creating an enormous and efficient army, and learning how to administer its vast provinces.

NOTE:

The traditional date for the founding of Rome is 21 April 753 BC.

#Rome #Ancient Rome #Romulus #Remus #Alba Longa #Latium #Italy #Aeneas #Amulius #Numitor #Rhea Silvia #Vestal Virgin #Faustulus #Palatine Hill #Tiber River #Sabines #Etruscans #Numa Pompilius #L. Tarquinius Priscus #interregnum #imperium #Forum Boarium #Forum Romanum #Capitoline Hill #Temple of Jupiter #L. Tarquinius Superbus

[randomnameless]

Uh, weird math time -

We don’t know when Sothis went to sleep after the Nuke Wars, but we know she never met Flayn, in Nopes, she says Flayn isn’t the “Benevolent One” she remembers, and even is awed by her existence!

(is it because Flayn was born after her “sleep” meaning Nabateans could, uh, create other Nabateans without her help, or is because Flayn is an hybrid which would be something impossible during the war (between humans and Nabateans) so by existing she sorts of shows that at least for shagging Humans and Nabateans could work together?)

But we know Flayn is no older than 1400, since Enbarr was built 1400 years ago.

I heavily suspect Nemesis didn’t do his thing back then - otherwise I don’t see Cichol meeting a human, fucking and then going to Rhodos to live a domestic life after the Red Canyon.

The War of Heroes roughly ended in 100 - Flayn thus feel in her coma - meaning, assuming Flayn was born the day Enbarr was built, Flayn was around 300-ish when she “died”.

So the timeline would go like this :

Sothis lands and shares tech

Some nabateans are born

Rhea is the last born

Nuke Wars

Sothis goes to sleep

-220 Rome Enbarr is built

Seteth meets his wife in a church,

Flayn is born

They move to Rhodos’s coast

Nemesis’s party

-41 Seiros the Warrior appears near Enbarr

That’s 1400 years or lore done with, only 8600 years to go!

#fodlan stuff #random thoughts #idk how nabatean biology works #we don't even know if flayn is a hybrid nabatean or not #but at roughly 300 she looks like a human teenager? #but in 1k years Rhea only changed her haircut a bit and maybe took 10 years? #do Nabateans age faster when they're 'young' #or is it because Flayn is a hybrid? #following this rule a lizard!lycaon would look like 5 when he dies lol #nabatean stuff #10k years of lore people

[backjustforberena]

If Viserys had died before Baelon had making the choice down to the daughter of the original heir, the granddaughter of the second heir or the obviously wild son of the second heir, do you think the vote would have been split as much as it was? A grand council to choose between Rhaenys, Rhaenyra, and Daemon. Though at that point Aemma might as well throw her hat into the ring too, since Saera's sons did :D

I don't think it would matter whether Viserys or Baelon died first, as the choices would be the same and the lineage would be the same. Daemon's claim would come through his father, not his brother.

In any case... Daemon. They'd pick Daemon. Sure, they'd pick Daemon and then immediately start praying, but they would pick Daemon nonetheless. He's a male. It doesn't matter his temperament; he's a male. And he was willing to do one thing that Viserys was never noted as doing - he'd pick a fight. To defend his brother's claim (and therefore his own, at the time), prior to a Great Council being called as a solution, he stumped up a bunch of sellswords on Dragonstone to fight.

There would be a risk that, if Daemon was spurned, he would disregard the Great Council and go to war anyway. He's a dragon-rider, whatever forces he can muster up elsewhere. The only other claimant who has an adult dragon apart from Rhaenys (as Rhaenyra and Laenor, I believe, are too young to have ridden their dragons yet), and the only dragon-rider, apart from Rhaenys, who is still able to fight and ride, given that Jaehaerys was too old. The lords would be aware of that.

However, it's a good thing to note that, we don't know how the vote was split. Not for definite. We have the 20 to 1 numbering but that's based on very little as no one but the Maesters saw it (and I think the Green Council, years later, when they wanted to know who was likely to still stick with a female heir - I think they called up the votes and had a look but I may be wrong in that). 20 to 1 is a massive margin and a little suspicious considering Rhaenys had the support of at least 3 houses and, we can assume, their vassals as well. It's also a remarkably neat number, for so many lords voting. Now, I'm not saying that Viserys didn't win, but I don't think he won with so comfortable a margin as that. It just makes a good story and it kills the idea of Rhaenys challenging the vote, if it wasn't that close.

Keeping with the show, for a second, no one would be voting for Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra would be a baby. A girl baby. Sure, Aemma can throw her hat in the ring, but realistically, no one is going to pick either of them. Rhaenys has many things going for her that are not just her paternity, which is probably why her claim cannot be so easily ignored. She has a male heir, she has an adult dragon to ride, she's of a good age, she's already got a male heir and could provide more. She has Baratheon (Andal) connections and Velaryon wealth with strong backing from both houses.

In any case... I think it would be that they pick Daemon and cross their fingers. It might be that, due to his age, and ultimate disinterest in ruling, the Small Council would take up the majority of the work and those lords would be fine with that. More power to them. The only thing that would be worrisome would be the succession after Daemon, as his first port of call would be dissolving his marriage to Rhea. And blimey, you could easily end up with Mysaria as Queen, if he'd been wanting to peeve anyone off. Daemon's reign would be the opposite of Viserys's. But it would still happen, in my opinion.

[dragonbanexxi]

Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Not Canon Compliant!!!!

Helaena Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

Chapter 14: Rhaegar

Driftmark PT. 1

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Driftmark was stunning. It held an enchanting sort of beauty and charm that the Red Keep lacked. Where the Red Keep look formidable and impregnable, Driftmark looked like something out of a child’s fairytale. The murals painted throughout the corridors were mesmerizing as well. Paintings of serpents and mermaids, others of underwater sceneries of coral reefs and ocean life.

The Velaryon’s boasted of a great wealth, and their boasting is plain to see was rooted in truth. The Lannisters could only ever dream that their overrated rock could be as extravagant as Driftmark.

Quickly the Kings court was ushered through the keep and out to the seashore. Lord Corlys and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys shared an equal expression of grief. Grief for their dead daughter who died to far from her family and home.

Rhaegar begins to get flashes of his own mothers funeral. It had been the most horrid day of his life. Rhaegar spent the whole night before standing vigil over her casket, to honor her one last time. The Gods must have felt a sick sense of humor because that following morning, to see his mothers casket be buried into the ground as his Uncle Gerold gave her the last blessing in the old tongue on the most beautiful spring filled sunrise. The day had been painfully lovely, yet beautifuly sorrowful. Almost eight years later and sunrises have never been the same for him again.

Rhaegar’s lavender eyes shift towards two little girls with whimsical silver locks. His heart skips a wistful beat. They’re so tiny he notes, the same age he was when his mother was murdered. Murdered by his sire. Still his eyes don’t harden at his sisters. It’s not they’re fault they were sired by Daemon Targaryen. Just as it’s not his fault Daemon Targaryen has no want for him.

Still Rhaegar will fulfill his duty as an older brother, if they ever need anything of him; he’d help them. One of them catches his gaze, her eyes are darker than his he notes. Her indigo eyes grow wide in childlike wonder. Rhaegar gives her a nod, and a small sad smile. She returns the gesture, patting her sisters arm to get her attention. She whispers something in her twins ear. His other sister has teary eyes and is hiccuping quietly. Her sad eyes looking up at him. Rhaegar’s face softens a little more, his heart begins to sear in pain for his little sisters. Having lost his own mother so young, Rhaegar could sympathize.

The girl begins to cry harder and his other sisters wraps her arms around her. Rhaegar made his way towards the girls. They may not know him, but they need comfort. They need someone to be strong for them. He doesn’t care if the Stranger himself tries to stop him.

“Lady Baela, Lady Rhaena.” He begins gently. “My deepest condolences to you both.” He kneels to their level locking eyes with his baby sisters. “I am Rhaegar-“

“Your our brother” one of them says curiously. Rhaegar nods and smiles at them both.

“I wish we could have met under different circumstances” he admits. The other girl speaks up.

“Me too” she says through tears. “I… I’m Rhaena.”

“And I’m Baela.”

He notes that Baela has a small mole above her eyebrow. While Rhaena has one in between her eyebrows.

“A pleasure” he says kindly. Before he could react his twin sisters pounce at him in a big hug. Rhaegar wraps his arms around them protectively and lets them cry into his clothed chest.

The Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys observe the interaction with great interest. The older woman makes her way towards them. “Lord Rhaegar” she greets regally.

The Runestone heir carefully lets go of his sisters and stands. He bows as expected “Princess Rhaenys, I’m so sorry for your loss” he says quietly.

The older woman tries her best to smile but given the circumstance it comes out as if she’s in pain. “Thank you… I wish we could have met in a happier setting…” he agrees with her.

Lord Corlys made his way towards them putting a gentle hand on his wife’s shoulder. “So you’re the infamous Heir of Runestone” his voice kind yet somewhat unnerving.

The juvenile nods. “Yes, my lord.”

The older man offers his hand and shakes it both with a firm grip. Corlys raises a sharp brow, Rhaegar suddenly feels like he’s being tested.

“Sit with us at dinner boy, Rhaenys and I would like to get to know you” He agrees and they walk away with his sisters at their heels, glancing back shyly.

It was time. Ser Vaemond was to begin his speech. Rhaegar stood next to his cousins Aemond and Aegon. Aegon already looking bored beyond belief. Aemond standing with perfect posture. His little cousin translating the speech to Rhaegar so he wasn’t left in the dark.

The Heir of Runestone concludes that the second son of Driftmark lacks propriety. Vaemond Velaryon has taken it upon himself to make thinly veiled jabs at the Princess Rhaenyra and her brown haired sons. A dangerous line to cross, especially with the King present. However the King and his heir only share a look. One that Rhaegar can’t grasp the meaning of too well.

His train of thought was broken as an irritating giggle was heard from the other side. How can someone laugh so blatantly during a eulogy? All eyes shift towards the culprit. Rhaegar grits his teeth. Of fucking course it was HIM.

If Rhaegar thought Ser Vaemond ill mannered, than his sire completely lacked civilities.

Rhaegar couldn’t help himself. His juvenile face acting on its own accord, giving his sire his best glare of contempt he could muster. The anger in his heart pounding a rhythm any drummer would be proud of. His blood begins to hum in a violent need of revenge.

He could do it, Rhaegar thinks to himself. He could kill him. From the distance a dragon could be heard roaring into the abyss. The Cannibal felt it’s masters mood shift thus making the beast feel angered as well.

Out of nowhere a gentle hand is felt in the crook of his elbow. The dainty hand of the Princess Helaena gripped him softly. Their eyes met, and suddenly everything around Rhaegar didn’t exist. Nothing mattered to him, nothing but the gentle warmth of his princess’s hand and sparkling glint in her lilac irises.

“Fighting bronze fire with red fire will endanger innocents through accidental crossfire.” She says quietly in his ear.

Could his angelic nymph read minds? He thinks to himself. How could she have known? The princess doesn’t let go, but begins to caress her thumb up and down his arm soothingly.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain Rogue Prince was staring at them with avid interest and a cat like grin.

“Stay indoors tonight Rhaegar” Helaena says as her eyes lock with her uncles. She doesn’t grow nervous surprisingly. Her eyes looking once more at Rhaegar.

“The night is dark and full of terrors.”

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Here’s an early treat for you guys! Thank you guys for all the support! I greatly appreciate it. Next chapter is gonna be good! A Daemon pov!!!! Comments are always welcomed!!! ❤️

#helaena targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x rhea royce #targaryen royce oc #original targaryen character #helaena targaryen

[viscardiac]

There were we, me, @targaryen-brainrot, and @number-0-iz looking at a Daemon/Alicent setting. Consider that Daemon was unmarried, either never married to Rhea at all or she died before for whatever reason. And blur a little the lines between the show and the book for better aesthetics.

Otto might deslike Daemon as much as he will, but Daemon is a prince. For all effects, Aemma is still alive, and Otto has an unmarried daughter. He would have pushed for a wedding between them. He hates Daemon, but he loves power more. And what's more, Viserys would have accepted it delightfully. Alicent is a young woman from a prestigious noble family and daughter to what he sees as a loyal servant of the crown. Maybe Daemon will settle down after all.

And so the wedding happens. Daemon will see her as an extension of Otto, and will likely be very much terrible to her at first. It wasn't her he wanted, after all. Aemma invariably dies in childbirth, whatever the nature of her death, and Viserys needs a new wife either way. For politics, he marries the Lady Laena Velaryon. Book wise, she was older than Laenor, a change that show wise, I still don't see the point of, maybe to justify him choosing Alicent over her, to make everyone involved look creepy, I don't know. Let's keep Laena with her original age for this one. There is still enough reason to maintain Rhaenyra's wedding to Laenor, so she still does.

Those are our key pairings for this scenario, Daemon and Alicent, Viserys and Laena, Rhaenyra and Laenor. We are keeping the children with their mothers, and that would shift things out some.

Baela and Rhaena are immediately in line after Rhaenyra. Nobody wants Daemon with the crown for a very good reason, and if Otto pushes for it, it'll be obvious he means for his daughter to be queen — it won't stop him from trying, mind you, but it gets to be seen as it is: a grasp for power. I will keep them as they are, but instead of taking after Daemon, Baela takes after Princess Alyssa... Whom Daemon took after as well, so I suppose it evens out.

Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron are children to Daemon. I find it fun to have Aemond as Daemon's son. The parallels were there, but now, they are direct. Daemon was shown to be fond of his children book wise, they were important not only to him personally, but to him as a character. For all his flaws, he left such a lasting impression that Aegon III spoke of him so fondly his daughter Daena named her own son Daemon. It's one of my biggest beefs with the show, actually, to cut that out from him. He doesn't love Alicent, far from it, but there's something about punishing her in place of Otto. And then Aegon is born, and something shifts a little to the left. There it is, the valyrian babe Viserys wanted and that now he has. It would seem Alicent is capable of such despite her common looks. Aegon was never pressured to be a perfect heir. Daemon always seemed keen on letting the kids roam free and do their thing, after all. Helaena is his precious little girl. He will have the seamstresses embroider her dresses with bees and centipedes and spiders and crickets. Anyone who speaks ill of her interests will be put to the sword — is it not high treason to speak against a princess of the crown? Aemond may ride Caraxes with his father while he doesn't have a dragon of his own. It'll be fine. Someday they'll be back on Dragonstone. Maybe he can claim Vermithor as his own. Daeron is told about brave knights and kings of old, and strives to be just as dashing.

Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey still are just as they are. Brown haired, and dark eyed. But alas, Harwin needs to back off eventually, by either death or the hand of politics. Let's say Laenor doesn't die, no matter if a faked death or a murdered one. Let's say he just wasn't there on the wrong moment, or that Rhaenyra can't be had, and therefore there's no point in getting him out of the picture. She will find love elsewhere, as she is bound to, but without such strong (ba dum ts) genes on the way, Aegon, the younger, and Viserys are just as pale of hair as their mother is. Despite whatever ethnicity the Velaryons are pinned as, it definitely helps the older boys' claims that there are younger sons of valyrian appearance (you see, King Viserys had this mare once...). For the sake of this au — and our own enjoyment, no doubt — I say little Visenya lives to be just as lovely a girl as her mother.

Daemon will, no doubt, try to poison Alicent. Rhaenyra's heirs are bastards, you should be Princess of Dragonstone, you should be next in line to be queen. Otto does the same. But this marriage was, nonetheless, accepted and pushed foward by Viserys and Otto, and neither Alicent nor Rhaenyra fail to see it. There is, of course, a sour note to her friend wedding the uncle she wished for, but Alicent can do nothing about it, her fate has been decided. Laena is a good political choice, and nonetheless, she and Rhaenyra were close, book wise. Their little circle is expanded to include Alicent, and the Queen and Princesses grow closer to each other.

No matter the dealings of their father, Alicent's children never learn to hate their cousins by experience. The behavior that led to it is never tolerated in the women's circle, and reprimanded, extinguished. Aemond never needs to take Vhagar, he and Rhaena bond over being dragonless for the time being. He never loses an eye, and perhaps, as per suggestion of his father in younger years, takes Vermithor as his own. Perhaps he is the one to encourage Rhaena to take Vhagar. Laena's death is openly mourned by all of them, and her girls are taken care of by her good-sister and good-daughter, and their nephews and cousins. Rhaena and Helaena sew together, and Baela will compete in flights with Jacaerys and Aegon.

With a large and united family — that Viserys himself never spent a minute building — marriages are arranged. Baela being the oldest of Rhaenyra's sisters is betrothed to Jacaerys as heir to Rhaenyra's throne, further unifying the line. Rhaena, however, is betrothed to Aegon the elder, bringing Daemon's children into the mix. Helaena, though, is joined to Aemond, as Daemon thinks no one else but one of his sons would be appropriate for his precious daughter. Wedding Aegon and Rhaena puts Daemon's blood upper on the succession line, and even more so when Daeron is betrothed to Visenya. It does not sate his wish for the crown, but makes the impossibility of it bearable. It becomes acceptable when either Jaehaerys or Jaehaera are married to Jacaerys and Baela's heir.

Otto dies mysteriously in a freak accident. The likely guilty parties are too many to count. Viserys I still corpses out eventually and dies. No amount of blabbering will take Alicent to believe the throne should be taken from Rhaenyra. She has now been a queen in everything but name since Laena's death, become apt and led to understand how to run a kingdom. No one else would be more suitable.

The dying of dragons never happened because there were three women who supported each other. And, of course, because of one glitch marriage as a grasp for power.

Bonus: Addam of Hull becomes a queensguard, while his brother Alyn becomes a famed sea captain. The Princess of Dorne is enchanted, and the dornish court becomes a home to return to.

#hotd #asoiaf #pre asoiaf #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #laena velaryon #viserys ii targaryen #alicent hightower #laenor velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #aegon iii targaryen #viserys iii targaryen #visenya targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron the daring #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #alicent x daemon #aemond x helaena #aegon x rhaena #jacaerys x baela #daeron x visenya

[fromtheboundlesssea]

TWINS AU

Rhaenor left the beautiful sight of his beloved and her daughters and went to the garden, in the forest of the Gods. His twin was waiting for him, tearing up the grass from the lawn.

"What's going on?" "When we were children, you promised that I could choose a husband of my choice. Brother, I wish to marry for love." Rhaenor smiled. "Well, a promise is a promise. Who is the man? Is it Harwin? Is it Harwin, isn't it? I had a bet on who your mystery man was with Vermitor!" "He belongs to this family"

Rhaenor's heart dropped. "Oh, sister, Laenor... "He Is Demon" Rhaenor's heart soared and he caught in her throat. "Our uncle?" "Yes. I love him and he loves me" "No, absolutely not" Aunt Rhea had died under suspicious circumstances. "No, you can't. The promise was made by 'a young man', not by an old man who put his hands on my sister" he yelled at her. "And what about a prince who lays his hands on my friend and gets her pregnant and her reputation ruined? Haven't you heard Alicent being called? The big whore! She could have married and had children, but now she can only stick her head out of this cage! By the gods, she was studying to be a sept!" "Me and Alicent are different, we are the same age and we knew the consequences. Would you rather your nieces not exist?"

#submission #twins au

[lemonhemlock]

It's so weird seeing people complaining about the show whitewashing Aemond while arguing that he actually should've been portrayed as a psychopath or a villain from the get-go. That's hardly a better portrayal. He was just a child when he attempted to console Jace!! Is it so bad that he wasn't shown to be a complete lunatic at that age?h Also, the sexual trauma that happened to him when he was 13 years old doesn't exclude him from committing atrocities in the future nor having a future relationship of probable dubious consent with an older woman. In fact, I'd argue it's not inconceivable that book!Aemond lost his virginity at a similar age or was very young at least - whether or not book!Aegon had a part in it (tbh even in the show I don't think he did it with the intent to traumatize his younger brother like I've seen some people suggesting, no, he truly thought he was doing a good thing to him - but this is another discussion). While Daemon did not receive the best portrayal with him being the one to kill Rhea or choking his current wife I don't think the fandom as a whole hates him more than they would've hated the book version of him because of those two decisions, team black fans certainly don't and let's be honest, most green ones would've hated him regardless. As for Viserys, well, he was hated before the show too for being weak! Because he is and always will be!! Imho he's just ickier in the show because of the decision to age him up and age Alicent down, thus making the dynamic of their relationship really off-putting (and this still doesn't prevent some people from claiming that she seduced him). Aegon, well, he sure did receive the worst treatment from the writers but I truly don't think it was done at the behest of Aemond, to make him the better brother and so on. If anything, it was done to prop Rhaenyra up as the right choice, whose side we, as viewers, must take. Not to be a jerk but one must be really naive to think that the Aemondwives and even most normal Aemond fans will abandon him once he starts burning the Riverlands and latch onto Aegon as their next favorite character as a result of that. Everyone already knows he's only getting worse. The only thing that can make some of his fans jump off ship is if the writers make him rape Alys and/or be violent towards her but I doubt that will happen (and their relationship isn't very clear in the books either). Peasants are just that, peasants. No fangirl is going to be like "omggg Aemond was so evil for burning that village down!!! now I hope he dies!!". Now of course this isn't the view someone should have, but stans are gonna stan regardless.

Sorry for this getting so long but I truly think some people would be better off if they'd stop watching the show only to complain about what the writers changed. This is not to say we should simply approve of everything the writers are doing and never say anything against, but some complaints are truly silly. If you like the book more, then stick to it? Nothing wrong with that.

i think people are just bored at this point but maybe for some reason don't have the bandwidth to invest in another fandom / watch another show / read another book & they're just stuck arguing in circles about hotd. it's been the same main 10 topics of conversation over & over since the show ended that they keep coming back to

i also don't get why anyone would be against taking a one-note character from the books and fleshing them out more. if anything, aemond's characterization as a child and young man made a lot of sense & was integrated nicely, without resorting to moustache-twirling tropes like child psychopath. also agree that aegon's depiction came about a way to prop rhaenyra up, not aemond.

all things considered, you're probably right about the aemondwives being ride or die, but who can predict how zealous fans with such militant behaviour will react. even the snapewives engaged in some very weird mental gymnastics because they didn't agree with the plotline jkr assigned to their favourite character

#ask #anon #hotd critical [storytelling] #anti hotd fandom #snapewives nation state