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laurellerual · 1 year

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Hy! I'm aware that you are on a break but when you get back to drawing, could you please draw Dany and her dragons around a fireplace , for the winter season? I would appreciate it very much. Thx!!!! 😊❤️

#asoiaf #daenerys targaryen #dany targaryen #a song of ice and fire #grrm #dragons #viserion #rhaegal #drogon #the red comet #twow #twow speculations #house targaryen #<333

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witchthewriter · 8 months

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𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥

Not a bonded mount, but ridden once or twice by Jon Snow (a secret Targaryen). The only of Dany's three dragons to be unridden was Viserion.

Rhaegal was the secondborn hatchling from the clutch, and he kept the middle child energy throughout his life. Not as aggressive as his older brother, Drogon, and not as affectionate as Viserion. Rhaegal wasn't sure where his personality stood as either brother seemed to gobble up their roles completely.

Much like all the other dragons, Rhaegal too was trained in vocal commands in High Valyrian. Notably, "Dracarys," to which Rhaegal responds without question and by instantly breathing fire and burning anything in his path.

Another notable aspect of Rhaegal's personality is his care for Viserion. For example, it's mostly he and Viserion, especially when Drogon is away and they have time to themselves. And when the Night King speared Viserion, Rhaegal attempted to rescue his fallen brother.

Although Dany is called, 'the Mother of Dragons,' it has been rumoured that Dreamfyre (original rider was Rhaena, second rider was Helaena) laid a clutch of eggs, which were stolen before the events of the Dance of Dragons. Those eggs have seeminly been thought of as Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion. However, nothing has been confirmed. The reproductive and sexual organs of any dragon can change, so it might have been any dragon alive and of that age.

With the look of Rhaegal, he and his two brothers have the same build. A very similar one to Dreamfyre, Seasmoke and Meleys. Most of Rhaegal's scales are emerald green, with a few bronze scales on the underside of his neck and tail. His frills and wings are yellow-orange colored, becoming a darker green near the wing-bones. His eyes are orange in colour.

It is difficult to say his fate, since the show and the book have gone in two very different directions.

gif credit: @ben--solos,

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eggfyre · 10 months

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My first asoiaf fanart, Dany and Drogon (:

#asoiaf #my fanart #daenerys #daenerys targaryen #dany targaryen #house targaryen #drogon #traditional art #asoiaf art #valyrianscrolls #fanart

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aelsie · 2 years

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And they said…..

172 years before….Daenerys Targaryen.

That’s right! That’s right, you treat her like she was an era! Give her respect! To think, she wasn’t even an official Queen of Westeros but she’s an icon all her own that time is marked as pre-Daenerys and post-Daenerys. Who cares about some uncomfortable chair and some breakable crown when TIME is defined by your existence and non-existence *cackling wildly*

In all fairness, HotD looks very promising 🔥

#daenerys #pro daenerys #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #dany targaryen #game of thrones #house of the dragon #targaryens #house targaryen #a song of ice and fire #dracarys #pre asoiaf

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nestvrn · 1 year

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daenerys is the supreme female character of all the tv shows, films or books and I can’t help falling in love with her every single day

#got #game of thrones #daenerys stormborn #daenerys #dany targaryen #dany #pro daenerys #queen daenerys #daenerys defense squad #daenerys appreciation #jorah x daenerys #daenerys x reader #daenerys x jorah #jon snow #house targaryen #house of the dragon

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ludcake · 8 months

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Sometimes it's really upsetting to me when I see a really well written piece of meta and insight into characters and the themes of ASOIAF ending with "and this is why this character will be key in the destruction of the Others and the fighting in the Battle of the Dawn". (Jaime, Jon, Dany and Brienne suffer the most of this)

The assumption at face value that the books end with a giant war to destroy the Evil People and save the Good People and that the key theme is "our struggles and politics are petty in the face of True Unending Evil And Death" always seems to miss the point to me. I'll write a longer meta sometime about my view on the Others, but... A series about the struggle of heroism, of humanizing everyone who is Othered, where the evil queen is granted sympathy and the usurping uncle is a fan favorite, a series that talks over and over about the real human consequence of war and violence (on both victim and aggressor) and that unrelentingly critiques the tropes of the fantasy genre, written by a Vietnam conscientious objector who spoke out against Tolkien because of the little orc babies in cradles... is that really the series that ends with the dramatic heroes fighting a battle and warring and destroying a group named the Others, Othered by the very name they have?

I dunno. To me, taking the idea of the battle for the dawn at face value, and particularly the idea that the ultimate solution is stabbing at the evil ice demons with magic swords, seems silly and against the theme. Much has been speculated about the Starks, Benjen and Jon in particular, and what is their ultimate fate in Winds. A lot about Coldhands, about Lord Brynden, a lot about the Night King and Mance Rayder. But to me, the Others are *The Winds of Winter*, but they talk, and they laugh, and they mock and speak. They have a tongue of their own, and smith weapons and armor. For two books, we thought the wildlings were mostly savages, but Martin showed us their humanity through Jon. For so long, we thought the Ironborn were awful because of Theon, but through Asha we saw them with other eyes. Martin has mentioned before that the Others are the "ice sidhe", and... That's not the ice demons Melisandre describes. When we see her PoV, she's beset by doubts, she lies to herself; why should we believe her apocalyptic message, and not in a story where humanity can be found in dragons, such as Viserion's love for his mother, in wolves, like Summer, in wildlings, in Ironborn, in slaves and in evil Queens?

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #.txt #meta #dany targaryen #jon snow #v #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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Daughter of Fire and Blood

Chapter 3

10 year time skip

Aemond Targaryen x Niece Targaryen OC

Warnings: Cursing, forced marriage, Incest (Targaryen Pure Blood Lines), Uncle and Niece marriage (Daeny 23 Aemond 27), Overprotective father Deamon, Overprotective big brothers, Blood, sexual assault, attempted rape, death

(I love pairing these gifs together, because it looks like Daeny is searching for his gaze, but Aemond is scared to return it)

Alicent, Otto, Aemond, Sir Cristin, along with Vhagar, each entered Dragonstone. The sounds of training could be heard, along with the soft sounds of women and mids giggling and serving. Coming to a stop Aemond could see his nephews standing alongside Deamon, Daeny not far from them with her 3 younger siblings, her eyes never leaving the man that was currently winning the brawl.

The man dressed in black and green collapsed, the tip of the blade held by the older knight dressed in black, with a white cloak. "Hell yeah Volomir!" Jace called out. The knight stepped back shearing his blade, head turning looking at the princess who nodded in approval.

Daeny had grown, she stood taller, hair cut a little shorter, and tied and curled to perfection. She wore a black and red dragon riders uniform, with her house symbol ironed to the back of her dragon crested cloak. The knight walked towards her, touching her chin, then bowing his head. "What kind of a guard would I be, if I could not defeat such scum." he questioned. "I would a good one." Daeny whispered.

"Melsis. Please escort the greens to their chambers. I'm sure they tire from their journey." Daeny spoke up, looking towards her handmaiden. "Of course princess." Melsis bowed and beginning taking the Hightowers towards the castle.

Daeny didn't look at them, nor even give them her time to greet. "Keep them from entering the west wing of the castle." She ordered Volomir. "Of course princess." he whispered. He made his way inside, 2 other guards joining him and making their way towards the main entrance of the west wing, each standing guard.

She nodded for her brothers to head inside, her following after them quietly. Her boots clicking along the stone flooring, Aegon and Viserys grabbing onto her hands, standing at her sides pulling her ahead of the Greens, talking about pranking their father. She followed due to not having the heart to shove the boys away from her.

Volomir turned his head watching his princess and young princes make their way through the hall, straight towards Deamon's office. The princess ushered the boys off to their prank, instead taking passage towards the meetings chambers where her mother and aunt would be.

Entering the room she slowly and quietly shut the door behind her. "The Hightowers have arrived." she softly spoke making her way over sitting down along side her mother. "I knew I smelled dogs." Rheanys spoke. Rheanrya looked at her daughter watching her closely. "If you do not wish to marry, you do not have to daughter. Their are plenty of more choices out their for you." she softly spoke. "I must do this mother for the sake of our name and bloodline." Daeny spoke.

"I believe she has grown to love her betrothed niece." Rheanys suddenly added. Daeny looked down at her lap, trying to ignore the princess' words. "We cannot control who we love. I only wish for your happiness Daeny, and if Aemond brings you that happiness than I will support it. But I don't want you to hold the weight of that throne on your shoulders." Rheanrya softly spoke. "I know mother, but I only wish to protect the family, our family." Daeny spoke firmly.

Rheanrya loved her daughters ambition to protect her family. To give them the freedom and power they have been promised. But at the same time she felt like Daeny was putting more stress on her shoulders than actually needed. She was going to the hands of the wrong man.

Sitting at dinner, Daeny sat beside Aemond listening as Alicent attempted to bring her mother into conversation. Volomir stood behind her, while Criston stood behind Aemond, the tension between the two was hard to miss, and could easily be sliced by one of the steak knives sitting in front of her.

Daeny shifted, gaze shifting back towards the two. Volomir was looking straight ahead, expression serious. But Ser Criston was looking at Volomir ad though he was a threat, hand on his sword. Soon the tension became far too much for her, because she slid her chair out, stood up and walked away, Volomir following after her.

"I am not going far, I only wanted a glass of wine." she softly spoke towards Volomir. "Why not ask a servant?" he questioned. Daeny gave no answer instead pouring herself a glass full of the expensive red wines, then making her way back towards the table. But Cristin stood in her way of sitting back down. "Move aside Ser Criston." she said as kindly as possible. The dinning room went silent, eyes sitting on the two.

Setting her glass down beside Aemond's cup, head lifting looking directly at the kings guard. "If you do not move aside I will have no other choice but to have you moved myself." she coldly spoke. "Let my wife sit." Aemond spoke up. Volomir walked closer pulling his sword from it's sheath staring directly at Cole.

Suddenly Daeny smiled, turning and moving to stand directly by her betrothed, who's one eye lifting up towards her. She moved her head telling him to move his chair out a bit, to which he did, allowing her to move and sit herself on his lap, lifting her glass of wine with a soft smile. His arm moved around her waist and pulled her back pressing her to his chest.

"Comfortable?" Aemond whispered in her ear. "Mhm. I quite prefer this over my chair." she answered back holding the glass to her lips. She lifted her gaze towards Ser Criston eyeing him then looking at the seat that he still stood, blocking. "Sit Ser Criston. You wished for my seat so bad, then take it." she softly spoke. She smiled taking a sip of her drink, then placing it back down nodding towards the chair.

How far could she push him? How far could she tease and slam until he broke? How much farther can she push until he snaps, giving her right to have his head, to watch as his body is pulled and ripped apart by her dragons as they feed on his flesh.

"Sit." Alicent ordered quietly. Otto nodded towards the k ight who pulled the chair out a bit more, sitting in the princess' seat. "There, now isn't that better?" Daeny questioned. Deamon laughed under his breath holding his glass up, enjoying his daughters teasing and pushing methods, reminding him of himself.

Her purple eyes met her father's the. Turned her head smiling to herself, not noticing the darkened glare the knight was giving her, but Aemond did. His arm tightened around her waist pulling her closer to her, making her look back at him smiling softly, lips pressing into the crown of his head, to which he hummed deeply.

Rheanrya watched her daughter then looked down, feeling guilty in a way. She wanted her daughter to marry someone she loved, and though it seemed like Daeny loves Aemond, with Alicent and Gotta still in power, Daeny could never truly sit down and fall in love, because she'll be too worried about keeping her family safe. She turned her head towards her husband, who was already looking at her, thinking the same as she was.

"Volomir, will you escort Daeny back to her bedroom.. It is getting rather late, and she has a busy morning." Deamon ordered. "Of course my prince." Volomir answered. "But I haven't finished my.." Daeny cut herself off when she caught her father gaze. She nodded gently removing Aemond's arm from her waist and standing walking in front of Volomir as she made her way out of the dinning chambers, the knight following after her.

A crush echoed outside of Daeny's chambers, her head turning. She stood up telling her maid to stay put as she nested the door. "Volomir?" she called out. She reached out touching the doorknob, going to open it, only for it be pushed open by the greens guard. Stepping back quickly looking past him seeing Volomir on the floor, throat slashed as he laid on his own blood. "Volomir! What have you done?!" she yelled.

Criston grabbed a hold of her by the throat pulling her in any direction that he could have full advantage over her. She fought hard against his grab, screaming at her maid to go. "Misa run!" she yelled. The maid yelped and ran out immediately going down the steps of the castle, running for the dinner chambers.

Criston grabbed her arms with one hand, her hair with the other slamming her down against her desk ripping and tearing at her night gown. Cries and yells escaped her as she tried everything in her power to fight back, but he was stronger than her.

"My lord!" Misa cried. Deamon stood up quickly, chair nearly falling with how quick he stood. "What is it Misa?" he quickly questioned. "The guard of the greens, he cut down sir Volomir, he.. He is inside the princess' room!" she cried out. Deamon has never moved so quick in his life, his boots could be heard echoing in the halls as he ran through the halls and up the stairs, Aemond, Otto, Rheanrya, Alicent, and guards followed after him.

Daeny's pleads and cries could be heard as she begged Criston not to touch her, not to defile her. But soon it went silent, this made Deamon run quicker. He busted the door down running inside seeing his daughter collapsed on the floor, blood covering her torn nightgown, her blade sitting in her hands. Blood could be seen sitting between her legs, but Ser Criston laid on the floor head to the side as blood gushed from his stomach.

Deamon ran straight to his daughter kneeling down grabbing her cheeks turning her head as he pleaded for her to be okay. The knife fell from her hands grabbing onto her father's arms. "Why does it hurt?" she whispered. "W-what has he done to me?" she whimpered. "Get me the Maester!" he yelled towards the guards.

Alicent looked down at her guard with widened eyes then towards the princess. Maester's came running inside straight towards the princess. She was lifted into a bridal hold, and removed from the room. Her head turning looking at her personal guard lay on the floor. "V-Volormir.." she whispered. Her guard, her protector, the one that has looked over her for the past 15 years of her life. She turned her head away looking down at her legs, seeming to come to terms with what See Criston had done to her.

"Is he dead?" Rheanrya questioned. "Yes. She must of gotten him back far enough to stab him." Deamon coldly spoke. Rheanrya turned her head towards Alicent who was looking down at the guard. Then Alicent looked up looking directly at her childhood friend. "She has been defiled Rheanrya.." she whispered. It was at those words that Deamon lifted his head looking directly at the Hightowers. "Defiled?! For all we know you bitch put him up to this." he growled. "You realized the power she would hold if she married your son, that Aegon would no longer have hold over that throne, so you took what meant most in Kings landing. A girls innocence. So tell me my queen. Was it worth it?" he growled.

"Have them escorted out. And have this bastards body fed to Mexes." Deamon growled. There was nothing but pure fury in his eyes, the want for blood as Dark Sister cried and begged for their blood she'd. "But leave his head. It will sit on the wall." Rheanrya spoke up.

"Nyke emagon issare vaogemagon." (I have been defiled.) Daeny whispered as the Maester's cleaned her. "Issa dīnilūks istan naejot save issa lentor, yn sir nyke daor." (My marriage was to save my family, but now I cannot.) she slowly added. She spoke in high Valryian. Fingers pressing into her stomach feeling disgusted and sick with herself.

Alicent stopped looking into the healing chambers, looking at the girl. Her heart broke, not wanting this for the girl. Daeny looked up turning her head looking at her, then turning away nails cutting into skin, which had the Maester's grabbing her arms carefully lowering them back to the side.

Aemond pushed past his mother, walking inside grabbing Daeny's cheeks softly making her look up at him. "My apologies uncle.." she whispered. He pushed her messy hair back leaning down pressing his forehead against hers, tears finally following down her cheeks. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered. His lips crashed onto hers, her shaky hands reaching pressing into the side of his neck kissing back, salt could be tasted on his lips from her tears.

"Princess.. I do apologize but you must drink this." one of the maesters spoke. Daeny moved away looking at the cup, then up at the maester. "Piss off." Aemond growled. "She doesn't have much of a choice my lord.. She is unmarried, she will bare a bastard if she does not drink this." the maester simply spoke. The mention of bastard had her arms curling over her stomach. "Please my lady just drink." he muttered. "Did you not hear me? I said Piss. Off." Aemond growled. The maester sighed setting the plan b aside and walking out along with the others, the door shutting behind them.

"H-he didn't.. I k-killed him before he could.." she quickly spoke. The weight of protecting and saving her family, was slowly starting to crash down on her shoulders. She leaned down wanting for that weight to disappear. Aemond looked down at her watching her, watching as she was crashing and burning. Deamon walked inside the room making his way towards the other side of the bed sitting down, gently pushing Daeny's hair from her face.

"Kepa, nyke jaelagon naejot morghūljagon nykeā zaldrīzes riders morghon." (Father, I wish to die a dragonriders death.) Daeny spoke. She turned her head towards her father watching him closely, watching his expression. "Ao jāhor daor morghūljagon issa riñnykeā." (You will not die my child.) he whispered.

"Lilagon hen zaldrīzoti emagon mērī begun." (Dance of the dragons has only begun.)

Her words sent chills through both men as they watched the female. Her purple eyes lifted meeting her own gaze in the mirror opposite of the bed. She would like to say may God have mercy on their souls. But the gods have no mercy, for that I'd why they call them gods.

#house of dragons #house of the dragon #game of thrones #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x oc #prince daemon targaryen #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen x oc #rheanyra targaryen #aegon targaryen #deanerys Targaryen #dany targaryen #king viserys #alicent hightower #otto hightower #ser crispin #ser criston cole

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depends-on-the-sellsword · 2 years

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Jorah: Where's Dany?

Daario: doing stuff.

Jorah: don't like the sound of that. Ser Barristan?

Daario: Trying to stop her from doing stuff.

Jorah: what about Missandei?

Daario: stopping Ser Barristan from stopping Dany.

Jorah: ... you?

Daario: I'm distracting you so you dont try to stop Missandei.

#incorrect quotes #asoiaf #asoif/got #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf incorrect quotes #jorah mormont #daenerys targeryan #dany targaryen #missandei #daario naharis

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thekingofwinterblog · 2 years

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Wow, if i knew just critiquing Dany on this site would bring such tears from Dany stans i would have started writing more critiques of her ages ago:D

But in all seriousness, the thing I love more than anything else about seeing angry Dany fans who rally to defend their Queen, is knowing that they will be the last of their kind.

There will not be another great influx of new dany fans/stans/Defenders, because whether George lives long enough to finish the books or not, popular culture is not going to remember Dany as a great hero or Savior figure. Every single person who in the future gets into A Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire, will know where Dany's story is going to end. Just everyone knows that Darth Vader is Luke's father.

And this, is the only thing anyone is ever going to be remembered for. Future generations of people that follows the people who watched this series while it was still running, and thus will defend Dany against any and all criticism, will know Dany only as the monster who burned down King's Landing and proved herself a genocidal monster.

That is going to be her legacy in the minds of fantasy fans, and cultural history.

The mad Queen. The Queen of charred bones and cooked meat. The Queen of Ashes.

That is the ONLY thing Dany will be remembered for. And there is absolutely NOTHING her stans can do about it ;)

#a song of ice and fire #a game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #dany #dany targaryen #anti daenerys targaryen #anti targaryen restoration #meta #legacy

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laurellerual · 2 years

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Daenerys Targaryen

(dress by Savelyeva Ekaterina)

#dany targaryen #house targaryen #daenerys targaryen #asoif fanart #asoiaf #viking dress #fire and blood #danymonth2022

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noveaucolors · 1 year

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Q u e e n o f A s h e s

Sorry guys, I really think Dany as a hero turned villain by the circumstances of her own ambitions is a really interesting arc that will almost positively be executed better in the books

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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・Your relationship with Dany had already been established

・You were her sworn sword as well as a dragon seed

・Dethra was one of the dragons who had grown up in the outskirts of Old Valyria. The creatures that now haunt the ruins hadn’t noticed the scarred dragon.

・There are rumours of smaller dragons that live around the world, but in this time, rumour outweighs truth. And no one knows what is a lie and what isn’t

・You had arrived with Dany at Winterfell, on the back of your own dragon.

・Dethra, currently the biggest dragon is Westeros. Her skin a mix of gold and silver. Her colours made her scars look even more gruesome. She was as old as you, her years hiding in Valyria made her jumpy and hyperactive.

・But she and Drogon seemed keen on each other

・And when Drogon had accepted Dethra, Dany had accepted you.

・So when you and Dany had flown to Winterfell, greeting the Starks, and the gathering Houses, everything changed

・There was a feeling that Sansa hadn’t felt in years.

・A yearning. A need ... desire.

・Daenarys’ beauty was astounding. A true Targaryen in the flesh.

・Alluring, that was the word Sansa had arrived at. Dany was alluring. And she wanted her.

・To Sansa, you were a fearsome sight. Someone who didn’t take any crap from anyone

・As well as being a dragon-rider, you had visions.

・And in one of your visions, you saw three heads on the Iron Throne. One you knew well, white-haired. Dany. Surprisingly, you saw your own head ... it had a golden crown ontop it

・And then there was ... someone with red hair.

・A woman.

・You instantly knew who it was.

・Jon was smitten with Dany, and although Dany did find him attractive, the moment she set eyes on Sansa, she knew who she wanted

・Like her forefather, Aegon the Conquorer, Dany too decided to have two wives

・And you agreed. You would be by Dany’s side until your dying breath.

・She had a fierce kind of love for you, one that was passionate and unyielding

・So when you agreed to have Sansa as well, her heart beamed

・It took a lot of politics to get close to Sansa, not just physically, but emotionally.

・She had walls up, and it took a while for her to show her true feelings

・And she was shocked with the proposition. She grew up being taught that marriage was between a man and a woman. Only two in marriage.

・But the thought of that freedom, to choose more than one person. To have a different dynamic.

・And why couldn’t she? People had played with her, her whole life.

・So Sansa decided it was time to take back her power utterly and completely

・The union and betrothal between her and Sansa shocked the Seven kingdoms

・Cersei heard the news while she sat in her chambers in King’s Landing. A chalice of red wine full to the brim.

“They cannot be serious?”

・Yes. You three were serious.

・You had no social or political standing, so in the eyes of the public, you were a mistress to both Dany and Sansa

・But you were just as important as either royal

・Sansa still didn’t want to bend the knee. As shocking as that may be, Dany understood. Winterfell had been a pawn. Torn back and forth between players.

・And with the growing threat of the White Walkers, Dany allowed Winterfell to be its own kingdom.

・Viserion and Rhaegal were curious about Sansa, they actually started to like her. Drogon was too busy helping Dany win battles.

・Dethra was wary of any other person but you

・Even Dany had to work hard to get Dethra to trust her

・Jon was hurt that Dany chose Sansa over him. But he held no ill-will

・They was too much oncoming danger for people to feel sad over matters of the heart

・Dany calls you “my heart” in High Valyrian: “Issa prūmia”

・She calls Sansa “red queen” in High Valyrian: “Mele dāria”

・ Sansa calls Dany “sweetheart”

・And Sansa calls you “lady death” jokingly, but ... she definitely means it. But as a petname, she calls you “darling”

・You call Dany “my queen”, even though she tells you not to. You always do.

・Sansa’s name from you is “ Perzys” which is “fire” in High Valyrian

・You and Dany are constantly teaching Sansa new phrases in High Valyrian, and after a few weeks, Sansa asks you to actually teach her

・That’s how you grow close, being taught something connects one person to another. A teacher and a student.

・Sansa had felt saddened by the fact that Dany and yourself have dragons. At times, yes she does want one herself, but it’s also the fact that she had a bonded companion. Lady. She misses her dearly.

・So, when winter’s night, you and Dany brought Sansa down to the courtyard in Winterfell and presented her with a whole litter

“Gods, what is going on?” She exclaimed.

“We notice things, my love,” Dany cooed, walking up behind the red-haired Queen and put a hand on her back.

Sansa started to cry then. Tears slipping from her glistening eyes. The pups yelped and whined.

You walked up beside Sansa and wiped away her tears, kissing her cheek. “You can have as many as you like.”

・Sansa was overcome with glee. She took in all five of the Direwolf pups. You and Dany had scowered every country, every land, crevice and hill.

・It was Rhaegal who had found the pups. Yes, he was going to eat them, but you got there just in time, on the back of Dethra.

・Sansa loves when Dany braids her hair. She took on the Dothraki tradition that both you and Dany follow. Braids are added everytime you win a battle, and when you lose ... your braids are taken.

・To ensure that you and Dany are right for her, Sansa took you both to the crypts. She told you about her family and watched for your reaction

・The empathy and sympathy radiating from you both struck Sansa in the heart

・And without asking for one, there was a sign. A black raven’s feather, at the feet of her father’s crypt.

・You had seen it and picked it up, feeling it between your fingers

・Sansa’s chest flooded with warmth, and she knew you two would be hers, forever.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Hares on the Mountain by The Local Honeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Queen (Sansa) x The Queens’ Advisors (You) x Queen (Dany)

✧ Touch Either One Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

✧ Hot-Headed Intimidating (You) x Royally Intimidating (Dany) x Cold Intimidating (Sansa)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Sansa was slow to sex at first. Neither you or Dany pushed her to do anything she didn’t want to do

・But Sansa soon realised that sex with a woman was completely different to sex with a man

・Soft touches and light moans

・Sansa was a bit self-conscious at first, but you whispered compliments whenever you saw her frown

・You and Dany were used to each other’s bodies. You both knew what the other liked, what made the other arched their back and moan with pleasure

・Sansa found out that she was a soft dom that likes firm boundaries and obedience from her sub

・Dany likes to be ordered around in bed. She felt the most pleasure when dominated; fingers in her mouth, hair-pulled.

・Sansa likes to dominate you the most. She likes being soft with Dany, but firm with you. There’s something wild in your blood that she wants to overpower

#sansa stark #sansa stark x reader #sansa stark headcanons #sansa x reader #sansa stark x y/n #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targeryan #daenerys targaryen #dany targaryen #dany targeryan headcanons #sansa x daenerys #sansa x dany #sansa x reader x dany #poly #poly headcanons #game of thrones #game of thrones headcanons #got fanfiction #george r.r. martin

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