#geralt and daenerys

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"Elia, Rhaegar and I have books rewritten for everything you do in wars, power, magic and politics and to strengthen alliances Yennefer and to end wars. You and Jon can write your own books. You're such a powerful couple. You five are so successful in life", said Lyanna, Rhaegar and Elia. Yennefer smiled, "oh thank you, that's cool. Oh we're all gonna change a lot. These two worlds are similar. I've never had as much money as I have now. Ciri has never had so much power and money. The adventures have only just begun.

I've never been this powerful before and all this is something more for all of us. You know that Eddard Stark sabotages, manipulates and corrupts everything. I love Jon and he loves me, Jon has given and done enough. Daenerys loves him as a brother and he her as a sister, Geralt loves Jon as a brother. Eddard Stark was never as honorable as everyone thinks you know that perfectly well Lyanna, he wanted to sell you. Your mother wanted to sell you Elia. Jon and Geralt are very similar and could be brothers. I've known Jon for quite a while now, I have known him for many years now, Daenerys and Geralt have known each other for many years now, Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon were jealous Eddard Stark wanted King's Landing and he deserved to die he died because of the lack of Sincerity, Eddard Stark didn't die of honor between Lannisters and Baratheons, he was never as honorable as anyone believed, Ned Stark's had a dark side and on this dark side he died, he was a hypocrite he didn't admit mistakes he made", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar nodded, "I've never felt better than now. None of the three of you are to blame for what happened, an ugly realm isn't worth giving you three headaches over, you three did everything right, you did everything right Rhaegar, you are a better man than Emhyr, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon or Jon Arryn, father-in-law. You three, Aerys and Rhaella are extremely good, smart and powerful others would kill to get a little advice from you, you five have a good heart no matter what others say or think it's the truth. King's Landing is out of the game. We love you as you are. People say a lot but have no idea about the subject. Ciri is a good person. Daenerys is a good person. Geralt is a good person. Jon is a good person. Yennefer is a good person. Rhaenys is a good person. Something will never quite work out, something will always be left on the way it's all too thin for that, we are in gray territory. It has nothing to do with choosing anything somewhere small apologies have to end and there we are and we broke wheels of power. This world concerns Yennefer, Ciri and Geralt; our world is your concern; hence it is that we all were chosen to do so, it means also Destiny", Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and Geralt nodded, "yes", and Lyanna, Elia, Aerys, Rhaella and Rhaegar hugged Yennefer, Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and Geralt, "we love you."

"I am the happiest girl in all the worlds, I have two fathers and two mothers. I have everything in these two worlds, a lot to do to finally change something. Adventure, Magic, Dragons. I love the four i really do they are so strong, powerful and smart, they're the best. Sometimes I'm naughty and then there's trouble because I want it.

Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen and Jon Vengerberg-Targaryen, Geralt Rivia-Targaryen and Daenerys Rivia-Targaryen, Ciri Vengerberg-Targaryen

Black has always been the color of the sorceress and the Targaryen wolf. The feared Witcher models for his Khaleesi", said Ciri and the five laughed aloud.

"How many people have to die because Eddard Stark backed Robert Baratheon in the Rebellion! This was abuse of power through usurpation, the usurper divided the continent. This is civil war, that's the fault of Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark. Iron Throne destroyed for many years, kingdoms in Independence and yet civil war is coming, very impressive Eddard Stark, what a hypocritical asshole. Open war is over Westeros. From north to south the continent is divided because of Eddard Stark. Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark tore the realm apart. He was a Monster the Usurper was a Monster. Robert Baratheon was always the bad guy. The realm is in a thousand pieces because of the fat, stupid, monstrous Storm King. This is high-treason what Eddard Stark committed at Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar, his betrayal goes deeper than we realize this is Eddard Stark's betrayal during the Rebellion, just because Ned Stark messed with a powerful Sorceress shattered the continent's foundations. He threatened Yennefer to hand Ciri over to Robert Baratheon. Open war across worlds", said Jaime Lannister under Casterly Rock and Myrcella, Joffrey and Tommen and Cersei Lannister nodded, "yes these are now split camps. Robert was a warmonger."

"This is the next level of a Game for Power that Yennefer plays. This is the final stage of a game. None of us can play that. Littlefucker Baelish couldn't play this game. A woman disempowered a man, that's so good.

Jon's fiancee is extremely powerful, they are a dream couple. Jon is so cool. This is so cool. Daenerys and Geralt are a dream couple. I respect that. Ciri is so powerful and cool.

Ned Stark's betrayal goes deeper than imaginable. Robert wasn't just a warmonger, monster, misogynist and thug he was also a hedonist, Eddard Stark knew about Mya and her mother and that Robert didn't give a shit about her and Ned Stark did nothing for Mya's mother.

Eddard Stark betrayed everything and everyone. His betrayal reaches to the very foundations of the continent. Yennefer has almost more money than we have, mum, dad", said Joffrey and Myrcella nodded, "it's right. Eddard Stark meddles in things that are none of his business. He interfered in the internal and external politics of the Crownlands, although that was none of his business. Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Ciri and Daenerys already have more money than we do."

Cersei smiled, "never has anyone bent the kingdoms so well as Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Daenerys and Ciri, that was Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar last when they gave independence. The people of the Stormlands hate Robert Baratheon and tremble at Yennefer's political understanding. The people of the Vale of Arryn tremble before Geralt's and Jon's power.

It's always been about power, Robert Baratheon thought Lyanna, Elia, or I was power and Yennefer, Ciri, Rhaegar, Jon, Elia, Lyanna, Daenerys, Geralt have shown the the kingdoms that they are mightier than them. Never before has someone shown the north the limits and put them in their place in such a cool way, the way Yennefer plays, mighty games of power are played, everything she does is right she had already told him the answer he should have written a book on corruption, Ned Stark licked Robert's boots, that means Ned Stark's dependence on Robert Baratheon and hence corruption it is not at all easy for northern kingdoms to be independent, the Ironborn are attacking the north, Boltons are in open rebellion; on Skagos is open rebellion against House Stark of Winterfell. The north is sparsely populated, has no money, no economy, uncivilized barbarians north of the wall, zombies and countless enemies, an alliance is also required for economy, everything Yennefer does has purpose. Eddard Stark and Jon Arryn wanted to hand Ciri over to Robert Baratheon. This is the intensification of a game for power that Yennefer exercises there is no consequence that Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon are dead she's innocent that they're dead, they did too much wrong. Yennefer disempowered Eddard Stark, a woman disempowered a man completely for his mistakes and dark side that's awesome. This is a game for power. King's Landing is out of the game. Baelish could never play like that, he doesn't have Yennefer's political reach. That's political stability, she's far too cunning and stabil that's a huge political reach, I have no idea about Cintra or Aedirn, she plays way better than I ever could, I would never get into Nilfgaard or Cintra. I would die instantly if I entered Yennefer's world. This is a game like Rhaegar, Lyanna and Elia played during the rebellion when they gave independence. Yennefer knows how power works far better than I do. She plays better than I ever could. She's a lot smarter than me or Sansa it can all be seen where it's going, she's a lot smarter than i could ever be. She is so powerful, i like her games and power, Jon found a wonderful, powerful woman, I respect Yennefer, Jon, Geralt, Daenerys and Ciri. Myrcella, do you want to go to Dorne as a diplomat for a while? I'll take you to the capital, and Lyanna and Elia will take you there", said Cersei and Jaime, Myrcella, Joffrey and Tommen nodded.

•Eddard Stark calls Yennefer witch. Outbreak of Civil war•

Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen gives the North a warning, a rubdown and political consequences for supporting Robert Baratheon, drawing a red line, isolating the north on all sides. Yennefer shows Eddard Stark's dark side. House Bolton declares war on House Stark of Winterfell.

House Martell, Targaryen and Stark of King's Landing and the Independent Crownlands, the Independent Dorne, Cintra, Aedirn, Essos, Temeria, Kaedwen, Redania join forces, defense pact of Harrenhal

Yennefer's political stability, tremendous games and power

Eddard Stark gets caught up in the war between Lannisters and Baratheons. The Death of Eddard Stark between Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon during the Battle of Storm's End between House Lannister and Baratheon, no political consequences, "that's what he deserves, OFF WITH THE HEAD", roared Lannister and Baratheon soldiers and the head flew in a high arc, "I'm Eddard Stark, I plead guilty to high-treason on my own blood."

•Karma for the role in the Rebellion: Now the truth of what he lied to and manipulated is dawning on Eddard Stark, Eddard Stark's high-treason to Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen during the Rebellion. Yennefer exposes Eddard Stark's betrayal of Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen when Eddard Stark was at Robert Baratheon's side•

"You started the shit standing by the usurper's side. Nobody threatens my daughter with war or insults my daughter, Ciri's my and Daenerys' daughter asshole and she will not be sold into political marriages as long as Daenerys, Geralt, Jon and I stand! You knew about Mya and you did nothing for her mother. You don't even know my name. I don't have to give my name out because you don't give a shit. The bad truth hurts, doesn't it, Lord Stark? You lost a sister and a child a long time ago when you gave a fuck about Mya's mother like Robert Baratheon.

I gave you the answer to writing a book on corruption because I was hoping for an apology but you are no more than a good northern lord, you weren't even a good King in the North, you are no better than Robert Baratheon. It's none of your business or Robert Baratheon's business what Jon does. He's my fiancé, i won't let Jon's power be taken away. Ciri is none of your business. Daenerys is none of your business. Geralt is none of your business. Nobody has my story, you don't know me Lord Stark. You are just like Robert Baratheon and it's really sad that a grown man like you behaves like a toddler and complains about how unfair it is you are stuck at level 1 Lord Stark, you are like him, you two are very terrible people you are no better than him you two are one person. You two are no better than my father who sold me like a pig for a handful of coins. You're no better than the son of a bitch Emhyr var Emreis.

You, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Elia's mother and Emhyr var Emreis can shake hands how to properly treat own sisters and daughters like dog shit", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent.

"That is indecent and not proper. Ciri must marry, she must protect the realm, I give her to Robert Baratheon, Ciri's power belongs to Storm King Robert Baratheon. That's the will of Jon Arryn and Robert Baratheon. Robert Baratheon will marry her off to a lord. No will not be tolerated! Rebellious phase will not be tolerated it is indecent she must be docile and submissive and give birth to children. I'll teach you discipline and order, vicious witch. The south must listen to what I say, y'all must be submissive. My will! My will! My will. I make no mistakes I'm perfect, be submissive evil witch you must die I will disempower you, the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword I'm perfect. Robert Baratheon will teach you two evil, whoring witches manners until you're half dead in the corner. I said be submissive there's only my will. MY WILL! MY WILL", roared Eddard at Yennefer like a stupid child. Yennefer spat in his face and kicked him between the legs and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard, "and here you see a hypocritical, lying, manipulative pig."

Ciri, Yennefer, Lyanna, Elia, Rhaegar, Jon, Geralt, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon, Triss and Tissaia laughed aloud, "You are the bad guy you are showing your true colors right now, you are manipulating and a hypocrite. You can wait a long time for us to be submissive."

"Come here asshole and we'll kill you with our own hands", Geralt and Jon jumped up but Triss, Elia, Lyanna, Aerys, Ciri and Yennefer stopped them from punching Eddard in the muzzle, "calm down."

Beware of the wild dragon, careful the dragon is free your own fault when you start that shit

Aerys, Rhaegar and Rhaella jumped up from their chairs and roared like wild dragons,"Get out. Run to Robert Baratheon and snitch you're good at it. If you're good at one thing, it's snitching.

Commander Hightower, Ser Thorne, Ser Dayne, Ser Selmy, Ser Martell, throw Eddard Stark out of King's Landing", Aerys, Rhaella and Rhaegar jumped up and roared across the room like wild dragons that Eddard flinched even Rhaenys, Elia, Lyanna, Daenerys, Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Yennefer's knees wobbled at the roar of dragons and the people cheered and applauded.

Aerys, Rhaegar, Elia, Lyanna and Rhaella glared at Eddard, "careful Lord Stark."

The roar pounded the room like a thunderbolt, "Get out of our city or you're a dead man. Leave the girls alone or you're a dead man count on it then you can watch the flowers sprout from below", Lyanna, Ciri, Dany, Triss, Rhaella and Elia smiled, "So strong."

Lewyn Martell, Alliser Thorne, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower and Arthur Dayne grabbed Eddard Stark.

Verily I say unto you, the era of the sword and axe is nigh, the era of the wolf's blizzard. The Time of the White Chill and the White Light is nigh, the Time of Madness and the Time of Contempt: Tedd Deireádh, the Time of End. The world will die amidst frost and be reborn with the new sun. It will be reborn of Elder Blood, of Hen Ichaer, of the seed that has been sown. A seed which will not sprout but burst into flame.

• Prelude to World War, Prologue to World War •

War Culprits Eddard Stark, Emhyr var Emreis, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister

Attack on Jon and Geralt north of the wall by paid Baratheon soldiers.

House Baratheon declares war on Aedirn

Attack on Yennefer, Rhaenys and Ciri in the Riverlands by mercenaries.

Attack on Daenerys Targaryen by Baratheon Knights in Essos

Attack on Yennefer of Vengerberg, Ciri, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Targaryen, Geralt of Rivia and Rhaenys Targaryen, Ciri's girlfriend, through Baratheon soldiers on the orders of Robert Baratheon, attack on Dignity, Equality and Freedom through Eddard Stark, Misogyny against Yennefer, Rhaenys and Triss, Fiancee of Daario Merigold-Naharis by Eddard Stark. Misogyny against Yennefer, Daenerys, Ciri, and Triss by Eddard Stark, Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn, and Hoster Tully: Triss Merigold-Naharis and the Circle of Sorceresses vs. Eddard Stark. Eddard Stark calls Triss Merigold, Daenerys Stormborn, Rhaenys Targaryen, Ciri and Yennefer of Vengerberg vicious witches.

Eddard Stark, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Robert Baratheon threaten Essos, Dorne, the Crownlands, Aedirn, Cintra, Kaedwen, Nilfgaard, Temeria, Redania to deprive of liberty: Outbreak of World War•

"Lord Stark you bring World War you and Robert Baratheon. Yennefer has already destroyed you Lord Stark. You bring open war across worlds Lord Stark. Once you step out of the capital, you're a dead man for your mistakes. You don't understand you can't go to Winterfell. Yennefer is innocent you made too many mistakes", said Daenerys, Lyanna, Jon, Rhaegar, Aerys, Arthur Dayne, Oberyn, Aegon, Rhaenys, Elia, Ciri, Triss and Tissaia.

Yennefer laughed aloud.

"I will not watch a power imbalance develop because you make yourself more important than Lyanna, Daenerys, Elia, Rhaegar, Geralt, Ciri, Jon, Rhaenys and me. Do you actually know what kind of damage a power imbalance can do? Power imbalance causes foundations of continents to crumble. Everyone is replaceable Lord Stark you too Motherfucker!

I won't let anyone humiliate me or Daenerys and disempower! I like it when men like you beg Lord Stark. I will not be humiliated by you, Tywin Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Boltons, mercenaries or any barbarian before I will play basketball with your miserable life before that happens I wipe the floor with you. Ciri never lets herself be humiliated. Before I'm disempowered, I'll unleash pitch black magic. and take away from you every basis of life, careful what you wish Lord Stark it might come true and then you are ruined. I once created a magical orgy, do you know what the secret was? The people in this room wanted this orgy, they were hypocrites and liars like you, Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Geralt, Daenerys, Elia, Ciri, Jon, Rhaegar, Aerys, Rhaella and the People applauded loudly.

I have disempowered you Lord Stark, you should never have had power. You have abused power and committed high-treason. As soon as you step out of the capital, you're dead. Once you leave King's Landing you're a dead man, I see where you will die. I want to tell you that you are a very terrible person, I have even worse words in mind for you. I loathe you with all my heart, many who live deserve to die and many who die deserve to live. You and Robert Baratheon deserve to die. I am one of your countless enemies.

You can't go to Winterfell. You lack sincerity Lord Stark. Do you actually know what sincerity is? Honesty and sincerity this is not the same. Have you ever used the word honor before? Admitting and owning up to your imperfections and ignorance, King's Landing was built by House Targaryen and not through Northerners, asshole!

Your legacy is a lie Lord Stark. The rebellion is a lie. I've seen People like you and I don't even remember the names, do you know what happened to them, they ended up alone because nobody wanted anything to do with it anymore and you are alone. I don't watch Geralt suffer.

When Daenerys, Lyanna or Elia are evil then so are Geralt, Triss, Rhaenys, Ciri, Arianne Martell, Ashara Dayne, Allyria Dayne, Olenna Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Rhaegar, Aegon, Jon, Barristan Selmy, Arthur Dayne and I. The true villain is Robert Baratheon. When Rhaegar, Lyanna and Elia deserve to die, we all deserve it too. Daenerys, Ciri and I belong to Geralt and Jon. When I deserve death, then Sansa Stark deserves it too", said Yennefer and the People applauded loudly.

I'm not watching Daenerys and Jon fight because you stand at Robert Baratheon's side Lord Stark. Daenerys is good the way she is. Jon, Rhaenys and Aegon would have been dead for your support for Robert Baratheon. Jon is more like Rhaegar than he knows, King's Landing is Jon's home. Rhaenys and Daenerys are more like Rhaegar than they know. Aegon is similar to Lyanna and Elia", said Yennefer and Lyanna, Rhaenys, Ciri, Geralt, Elia, Jon, Rhaegar and Daenerys nodded.

"You have lost Lord Stark and because of you Lord Stark there will be a world war. Thank you for nothing Lord Eddard Stark. I hated you at first sight, everyone is replaceable Lord Stark, everyone, you are not needed Lord Stark. Aegon, Jon and Geralt are brothers. Ciri and I are not watching Calanthe's Kingdom suffer from you, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully and Robert Baratheon. I'm not watching Vengerberg suffer. I'm not watching the fall of Kaer Morhen", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent like a snake.

"Jaime, Joffrey, Tommen, Myrcella and Cersei Lannister said it: realms, kingdoms, two worlds are at war because of you and Robert Baratheon. Jaime Lannister and Olenna Tyrell said it: you and Robert Baratheon brought civil war. You're the culprit you are a warmonger like Robert Baratheon.

Daenerys is my sister we are far too alike, Daenerys and I are one person, Geralt and Jon are one person. Daenerys and I could be sisters, Geralt and Jon could be brothers.

You Lord Stark will end up alone like Robert Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Euron Greyjoy, Jon Arryn, your brother Brandon, Benjen and father Rickard, Hoster Tully. Jon's and my relationship is none of your business and I'll tell you something, Geralt, Jon, Ciri, Daenerys and I wish you dead.

I will not watch Geralt, Jon and Aegon clash because Robert Baratheon was a warmonger. I will always love Geralt for what he did; I will always love Jon for what he has done. Daenerys will always love Geralt for what he has done; Daenerys will always love Jon for what he did. Geralt and Jon belong to Daenerys, Ciri and me. We belong to them. Daenerys is a good woman, anyone who says otherwise is lying or manipulating", said Yennefer and spat in Eddard's face and Elia, Jon, Ciri, Rhaegar, Geralt, Aerys, Triss and Lyanna nodded and Daenerys and Jon hugged each other. Jon and Daenerys hugged each other, "i'm sorry."

Yennefer wanted to do drugs but Daenerys, Ciri, Geralt and Jon stopped her. Arianne, Allyria, Daenerys, Rhaegar, Ashara, Elia and Lyanna threw the drugs away, "this shit should never have been invented. Away with that shit. No honey", Yennefer cried loudly in Jon's arms.

"It's ok."

Daenerys stopped Yennefer. Geralt and Yennefer hugged, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK."

"Now hug each other and talk to each other. We five need to talk", said Ciri and Yennefer, Jon, Geralt and Daenerys nodded.

"I don't fuck losers like you", said Yennefer and Triss, "Haven't you sprayed down in the stinky fish from Riverrun enough times you have five children you little bunch of shit and your, Emhyr var Emreis, Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, Hoster Tully and Tywin Lannister's cum isn't needed pillow fucker, you're worth nothing you puny creatures are good for nothing", said Yennefer, Oberyn, Lyanna, Elia, Ciri and Triss and the People applauded loudly and Eddard started crying and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard, "Insult Triss and I'll punch you in the face. Call her a whore again and I'll beat you up", Daario yelled half-mad but Rhaegar, Jon and Geralt stopped him.

"I promise you one thing Lord Stark, I'll raze Winterfell to the ground, Yennefer and I should have done it much sooner. I should have leveled it the first time I saw it with the shit that's coming out your snout. Pull yourself together or we'll capture you if you ever come back to King's Landing", said Triss and Geralt, "You are no better than Ciri's biological father, Emhyr var Emreis, who blames others first who always blamed Ciri's grandmother Calanthe and her mother Pavetta while he was the one who brought war. As soon as you open your ugly snout, all that comes out is bullshit, hypocrisy, manipulation and lies you little bunch of shit. Shut up asshole, the one who cuts off boys' heads on the executioner's block and you call it honor chopping off boys' turnips in the name of Robert Baratheon. If you have no idea about anything Lord Stark you should shut up. You and your misogynistic friend that you want to fuck in the ass in your hypocritical honor you little motherfucker", said Triss and Jaskier, "You, Jon Arryn, Tywin Lannister and the three Baratheon brothers are no better than Nilfgaard's smelly bastard Emhyr var Emreis who lets children be killed in the cradle because infanticide moves mountains you hypocritical child killers, you stinking war criminals dividing continents in civil war and massacre cities. I'll punch you in the muzzle when you don't shut up", said Yennefer, Barristan Selmy, Ashara Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Oberyn, Aegon, Arthur Dayne, Jaskier, Triss, Tissaia, Rhaenys, Jon, Geralt, Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia, Daenerys, Ciri and the People in the room applauded loudly, Eddard didn't say a word.

An epic clash: Daenerys Targaryen vs. Emhyr var Emreis, Ciri's biological father and killer of Pavetta.

Infanticide / The attack on equality and freedom / Political Marriages / Fear / Warmongering / Manipulation / Lies / Corruption / Usurpation / Abuse of Power / Misogyny / High-Treason / The sale of own daughters and sisters / The Lack of Sincerity / Hypocritical Honor / Civil War / War criminals / Hypocrisy: Two sisters Yennefer and Daenerys vs. The hypocrite from Winterfell: He's no better than Emhyr var Emreis

"It's a wonder Elia, Jon, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon or Rhaegar haven't gone mad over pigs like you I would have lost my mind long ago at the bullshit you spew. But I know why, they created a kingdom according to their own ideas and wishes the Crownlands and Dorne are better than the rest of Westeros. Get out there and die because I'm two sizes too big for you, believe me Ciri, Daenerys, Geralt, Jon and I will outlive Sansa. I'm way too smart for you, Sansa, Cersei, or Lysa Arryn I'm way too strong in power or politics.

You made yourself a god when you backed Robert Baratheon you have summoned open war. You had the choice to end it with Robert Baratheon, several warned you, I warned you not to use hypocritical honor, corruption and abuse of power. Try again and I'll make you the laughing stock of the continent. I always win Lord Stark, I'm way too smart for you it's not my fault you're going to die now i'm innocent, it's your own fault. Farewell Lord Stark. May your head always roll well. Whoever starts a feud with me and my daughter will regret it. I won't let a lying, hypocritical dick disempower me. You should never have had power. Feud is over and you lost. You, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister will burn in hell. I only see one bastard here and that's you Lord Eddard Stark. Yennefer Vengerberg-Targaryen sends her regards Lord Stark, you can greet Emhyr var Emreis from me, Jon, Ciri, Triss, Jaskier, Tissaia, Daenerys and Geralt when you, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister see him in...HELL. TO HELL WITH YOU CUNTS THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent and Eddard Stark cried and walked away alone and everyone laughed aloud over Eddard as he went away.

"This woman wiped the floor with me. I am disempowered. Fuck I shouldn't have messed with her, that went haywire. Damn it. Jon's fiancée completely exposed and destroyed me for my mistakes, that will doom the North forever because of my mistakes", thought Eddard Stark as he rode to Storm's End.

"War criminal, high-traitor. This is open war with open visors. You brought open war upon worlds Lord Stark. Out of King's Landing. I banish you, your brothers, your children, Jon Arryn, Lysa and Robin Arryn, Stannis and Renly Baratheon, Peter Baelish, Yohn Royce, Robin Arryn, the King in the North Robb Stark, Hoster Tully, Howland Reed, Catelyn Tully from the Crownlands forever, should you come back you will be hanged for Betrayal of Elia Martell, Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. The North will never again sit in political councils, the North will never again receive goods from the South, and the port of White Harbor will be blockaded", said Yennefer as Eddard left the Red Keep and Arthur Dayne, Jon, Geralt, Ciri, Lyanna, Elia, Ashara, Rhaegar, Barristan Selmy and Gerold Hightower nodded.

"Ah Rickard Stark and his three lying sons, lame in spirit and quick to anger when something doesn't suit them.

Do you actually know Lord Stark what that means: Love is sweet but it cannot change a man's nature. It means in other words Robert Baratheon gives all sorts of venereal diseases. Elia, Lyanna, Cersei and Ashara are smart enough to see it", said Yennefer and Ashara and Elia, Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Lyanna nodded.

"As I said, with puny creatures like you, I wipe the floor without making an effort. Elia, Lyanna, Rhaenys, Daenerys, Aegon, Jon, Rhaegar, Geralt, Ciri, Ashara and I play games with you all you will never get there, no one can see through it. You are a terrible person do you actually know that, your lies, manipulation and hypocrisy stinking like pig shit. You call me a power-hungry witch but put on a stupid, ugly, astonished face when I roll your hypocritical manipulation in your muzzle. Do you actually know what you are Lord Stark? You are a high-traitor to Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar that's why you die you're a high-traitor at your own blood, that's your own fault people are dying because of you and Robert Baratheon. You two divided the continent in civil war, your legacy means nothing Lord Stark I will erase the name Eddard Stark forever. It's over, the debt for your part in the rebellion is paid. You were king in the north because of Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar and you were a mangy king. The kingdoms have Independence because of Rhaegar, Elia and Lyanna.

Everyone sees that Eddard Stark was never honorable and has a tremendous dark side I will wipe out you, your lying brothers Benjen and Brandon and stinking father Rickard for what you have done.

I warned you several times and you didn't hear, I told you. It's your fault alone surprise motherfucker when you suddenly have to realize that the legacy is worth nothing for the own bullshit you have mortified. I see what's at the end I know exactly where this is going in the independent kingdoms and I'd love to see that, you have nothing to do with it. Elia, Lyanna, Rhaegar, Jon, Geralt, Ciri, Daenerys, Rhaenys and I know what's in the end and that's a long way off. You're not as smart as you think you are, I'm smarter than you, Sansa, Robb, Cersei or Catelyn.

Karma is a bitch Lord Stark. Karma fucks everyone motherfucker. Karma believes in you. You should have thought about who you were messing with beforehand. High-traitor at Elia, Lyanna and Rhaegar. High-traitor at the own Blood. Your death means nothing your insight comes a little too late. Like I said, you should have written a book on corruption for licking Robert Baratheon's boots: A long night in the ass of a heartless monster of Storm's End. Farewell Lord Stark, you, Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister will burn in hell for what you have done. Burn in hell! Next up is Jon Arryn, the Littlefucker Baelish and your lying brother Brandon."

Culprits: Eddard Stark, Tywin Lannister and Robert Baratheon

House Lannister declares war the North. The North declares war on House Lannister and Baratheon. House Greyjoy declares war on the North. The death of Robert Baratheon: Storm King Robert Baratheon inflicts defeat on Tywin Lannister but is wounded against the better Lannister armies and dies by a boar, no political consequences. The Death of Tywin Lannister through Tyrion Lannister after the defeat against Robert Baratheon, no political consequences

Yennefer sat on Jon's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, "let's go to Vengerberg for a while with Ghost, we have something to do. Ciri and Rhaenys are busy on Dragonstone for some months and Dany and Geralt are going to Essos for a few weeks. We can do so much", Jon smiled and nodded, "Sounds good."

The death of Emhyr var Emreis in Nilfgaard, dissolution of the Nilfgaard Empire

Dorne, the Crownlands, Aedirn, Essos, Cintra, Temeria come very close to the north. Yennefer mops the floor with Eddard Stark. Yennefer's disgust and hatred of Eddard Stark. Yennefer of Vengerberg exposes Eddard Stark's hypocrisy and lies: "It's all hypocrisy and lies, it's not honor, it's just manipulation. That's a hypocritical pig. I hate him so much. He started it, he started the feud with me, he wants war with me, I'm innocent. He wants war with me then I will let him die", said Yennefer and Ciri, Jon, Geralt and Daenerys nodded.

"You should write a book about corruption Lord Stark how does that sound to your ears while kissing a heartless Usurper's ass that would definitely be the absolute hit I can already see the title in front of me: The Long Night in Robert Baratheon's Ass, I think I'll pass that on to the citadel then you can set yourself up for war with Oldtown and I'll let you die between Lannisters and Baratheons. Hypocritical, lying pack get out of my sight motherfucker, this game is too big for you I wipe the floor with puny fellows like you who cut boys' heads off on the block and call it honor, hypocritical asshole. I give you my word, I will destroy you. Out of King's Landing and rat it out to Robert Baratheon you're good at ratting. I have too much political reach and am politically too powerful and stable. Oh one more thing you gotta protect me I'm your sister's daughter in law if you don't you'll be guilty of warmongering so be careful what you do", said Yennefer in heavy Aedirn accent from the table where the Iron Throne once stood.

Lyanna, Ciri, Aerys, Rhaenys, Rhaella, Elia, Ashara and Rhaegar fell off their chairs laughing, Geralt, Aegon, Jon choked on beer and laughed aloud, the people in the room laughed aloud over Eddard. Eddard didn't make a meter, "i don't protect you", Yennefer smiled, "oh ok then the north will never sit in political councils again, your fault. Ok then I'll have you captured when you come to the Crownlands again because then it's a declaration of war. This is politics and power Lord Stark! You think you're clever, i'm smarter. You messed with me, not the other way around! Jon, Geralt, take the sword from Lord Stark. Ciri, Daenerys and I wipe the floor with puny creatures like you."

Geralt, Jon and Ciri took Eddard's sword away. Lyanna, Elia and Rhaegar jumped up and roared loudly that Eddard flinched, "Out", Aegon, Viserys, Aerys, Jon, Arthur Dayne, Barristan Selmy, Gerold Hightower and Geralt jumped up and Eddard walked away alone and everyone laughed aloud. Rhaegar, Lyanna, Elia and Vesemir hugged the five, "we are very proud of how you do all this and how successful you are", Geralt, Jon, Yennefer, Daenerys and Ciri smiled, "thanks."

I didn't want to be a fighter i just wanted to be free. I didn't make mistakes, the Iron Throne is destroyed, the kingdoms have Independence, only we write world history. It's the fault of Tywin Lannister, Emhyr var Emreis, Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon when the sky crushes down on them, they brought madness, stupidity and civil war. We are the semblance of the last, mightiest alliance, we're equal. We're the Gatekeeper of an endless war, we're the Weapon and the Key, and what are you? Yeah what are you? Yeah what are you. We're the best. We always win, we are the most powerful and the smartest. We're the strongest side. We wash our hands in innocence

"What you could have, this alliance, something more, balance, something powerful and epic": Freida Pinto as Elia Martell, Kaya Scodelario as Allyria Dayne, Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg, Freya Allan as Ciri Vengerberg, Emily Ratajkowski as Arianne Martell, Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia, Aisling Franciosi as Lyanna Stark, Wilf Scolding as Rhaegar Targaryen, Jason Isaacs as Aerys Targaryen, Diane Kruger as Rhaella Targaryen, Emilia Clarke as Daenerys Targaryen, Eddie Eyrie as Gerold Hightower, Luke Roberts as Arthur Dayne, Stanley Weber as Barristan Selmy, Katie Mcgrath as Ashara Dayne, Kit Harington as Jon Targaryen, Bruna Marquezine as Rhaenys Targaryen, Jamie Campbell Bower as Aegon Targaryen, Harry Lloyd as Viserys Targaryen

"I was born a fighter, gatekeeper of an endless war where Justice and Revenge are dishes best served warm. Where the lines between right and wrong don't exist anymore. I'm judge, jury, executioner. I'm the weapon that hands out the sentence: I'm the Last thing you'll ever see. But I didn't want to be a fighter, i just wanted to be free."

#yennefer and jon #kit harington #anya chalotra #geralt and daenerys #henry cavill #freya allan #emilia clarke #ciri vengerberg targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #bruna medeiros #aisling franciosi #elia martell #freida pinto #ashara dayne #katie mcgrath #wilf scolding #aegon targaryen #jamie campbell bower #jon targaryen #geralt of rivia #Aerys and Rhaella #aerys targaryen #rhaella targaryen #diane kruger #barristan and ashara #ciri and rhaenys #lyanna and arthur and rhaegar and elia

[imaginesofeverykind]

POV: you exist and have silver/gray hair

Im on my KNEES 🙇🏼‍♀️

#shitpost #hotd #got #dante #virgil #nero #karl heisenberg #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #carlisle cullen #rosalie hale #satine kryze #zane flynt #kairi imahara #valkyrie apex legends #trish dmc #thranduil #diana lol #mother miranda #geralt of rivia #black leg sanji #sanji live action #daenerys targaryen #daemon targaryen #astarion #nightsister merrin

[emzy345]

I think I have a type….

#aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #daenerys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #one piece sanji #thranduil #legolas #coriolanus snow #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #aegon ii targaryen #geralt of rivia

[imabelyn]

ꕥ 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 - 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 + 𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

trying something new with this request

if you like it and want to support me, you can buy me a coffee on ko-fi! > https://ko-fi.com/mabelynn

#edit #crackship #manip #gif #gif hunt #crackship edit #requests open #henry cavill edit #henry cavill gifs #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #emilia clarke edit #emilia clarke #emilia clarke gif hunt #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #queen daenerys #the witcher #game of thrones

[morejaqenplease]

#game of thrones poll #the witcher #game of thrones #the witcher polls #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #geralt of rivia #Yennefer #davos seaworth #Bloodraven #cirilla of cintra #renfri #Ygritte #thoros of myr

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

geralt x daenerys would go so hard but very few are ready for that conversation

#the witcher #game of thrones #geralt of rivia #daenerys targaryen #geralt x dany #think about it.... #they only have three fanfics on ao3 #one was abandoned but my god it is so good #author of that fic if you are reading this I WILL PAY YOU

[duckiejonas]

My fleet

#the witcher #witcher wild hunt #witcher 3 #geralt #yennefer #geralt x yennefer #daenerys x jorah #yenralt #jorleesi #rumbelle #reylo art #drarry #rumplestiltskin #belle #daenerys stormborn #danerys targaryen #jorah mormont #dany x jorah #kylo x rey #harry potter #draco malfoy

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

#i think my type is 'could easily murder you' #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #winter solider #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #daenerys targaryen #geralt of rivera #kassandra #widowmaker #red hood #jason todd #batman #bruce wayne

[littleelynore-gallery]

(c) Elynore

#henry cavill #emilia clarke #henry cavill crakship #geralt of rivera #the witcher #daenerys tergaryen #emilia clarke crackship #game of thrones #henry cavill x emilia clarke

[x-aefx]

Person: what's your type?

Me: fictional characters with long platinum blonde hair.

(gotta put Legolas twice because I'm i n l o v e . )

#game of thrones #the witcher #lord of the rings #hbo house of the dragon #legolas greenleaf #legolas #witcher geralt #geralt of rivera #rhaenyra targaryen #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen #fictional characters #fictional men #fictional women #netflix #hbo #alina starkov #shadow and bone #sun summoner #shadow and bone season 2

[axelflare9700]

She was a Wild Flower that could never be tamed

#daenerys targeryan #Daenerys #game of thrones #geralt of rivia #Geralt x Daenerys #the withcher

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: A Deal with the Lodge

This bonus story takes place after the Aftermath bonus chapters (Part 1 and 2.

I also want to incorporate a little something something from the GOT story line in which characters from that show reflect on the Targaryen history (which is kinda inspired by Andrzej Sapkowski's writing style from the Witcher book series).

-----King's Landing: Approximately 300 years after Aegon's Conquest--------------------

"They say theirs was one of the greatest love stories ever told in Westeros," Cersei Lannister casually speaks as she sips from her cup of Westerosi strong wine, "and like a foolish girl, I once believe it."

"Who?" Jaime Lannister questions, not quite sure what has gotten his twin sister in such a mood. "The Lady of Larks and the Rogue Prince," Cersei tells him, nodding towards the painting hanging over the mantle, depicting a bird, a lark actually, with wings spread in the middle of the painting as a red dragon surrounded the lark.

"No one knows who originally had that commissioned, nor do they know the artist" Cersei explains, "Robert wanted to have it burned as it contributed to the symbols of what he had come to despise. But it has been one of the most widely interpreted paintings in Westerosi history." "And how so?" Jaime asks. "Some believe the dragon, prince Daemon, is embracing the bird, the Lady of Larks, protecting her and defending her from those who would wish her harm. Others believe, this is the prince watching her, keeping her in a cage...keeping her from escaping his grasp. No one truly knows the nature of their relationship, and probably never will...but it doesn't stop historians from trying."

"What do you believe?" Jaime decides to ask. "I think, the prince tried to tame the Lady of Larks," Cersei answers, "keep her in a cage so she would never leave his sight. But birds who have known true freedom do not do well under such conditions. As soon as the cage door closes they suffocate and die, and even if they survive long enough to finally escape...

------------the Herbalist Hut-----------

Your breaths came in shallow huffs as your fever continued to burn and your body shivered from the cold. You remained in the bed, more blankets and a fur covered you to keep you warm as Geralt took a cold wet cloth and placed it on your forehead.

The man couldn't understand it; the potion he gave you should've worked, and it looked like it was going to, hell, you had even managed to sit up on the bed one day and spend the rest of it on chair and get some food in your belly.

But then you took a turn for the worse and seemed even worse off then you were before. Even with all the herbs at disposal, you were not getting better. At this point, all Geralt and Jaskier could do was remain at your bedside...and get your affairs in order.

You open your eyes, fever still raging as you see the two men stare at your side, "Ge-Ger...Ja-Jask...," you wheeze out. "Please don't speak, sister," you hear Jaskier insist, "you need to rest...you need to get better yeah?" You hear the distress in your brother's voice, much as he tried to hide it, but you knew the truth of it all; you were dying, and there was nothing you or anyone else could do to stop it. You didn't know if this had anything to do with your miscarriage, or if you had subconsciously lost the will to live...or maybe both. But you didn't want to die, you wanted to live and see your daughter one more time.

You want to say more, there were so many things you wanted to say to both men, but you didn't have to strength. So many unspoken things, so much hurt, and so much of everything that you couldn't find the words in your fever induced state.

You close your eyes, still breathing...still living for the time being.

Geralt had said nothing during this time, remaining stoic as Jaskier started to choke on sobs he had been holding back during this time. "Geralt," Jaskier says as tears fell down, "is there nothing we can do?" Geralt looked away, not wanting to say what everyone was thinking. "Geralt, she's...she's my sister, she's already been through so much, and now...how can it end this way?"

Yennefer walked in, a bag of herbs in hand, "I was able to restock what I could," she says, "We'll grind and brew all this and then..." the mage looked to see the state you were in, and the grim looks on Geralt and Jaskier's face. Yennefer fell silent, knowing what was coming. "We've done all we can," Geralt mutters, "we can do no more." "...No....no....no, she...she can't," Yennefer shakes her head, tears falling, and denying the reality of the situation, "She was getting better, she was going to make it, she...no, I won't let it happen."

Yennefer kneels by the bed side and mutter the same incantations she had before with hopes they work this time around. "Yen," Geralt calls out, but the mage refused the listen, determine to save you from the edge of death, "Yen, stop it! Yen!" He pulls Yennefer away. "Yen," he says once she calmed a little, "it's over...there's nothing we can do anymore." "You are going to give up so easily?" Yennefer scoffs, "after all the trouble you went through to get her back." "I'm not!" Geralt insists, "I...I just know what is to come. (y/n) she...she's dying and..." he turned away, unable to fully express his feelings in words, but a single tears had managed to escape, and Yennefer knew how much he was hurting inside, feeling like he had failed, "I should've come for her sooner," he admits, "maybe then she would not..."

Yennefer nods, knowing Geralt had not even made his peace.

The mage felt she needed to do something; she knew how much this meant to Geralt and Jaskier, and she cared for you too, especially when she learned of the true nature of abduction at the hands of the Rogue Prince. And now, because of that man, you were in this condition. It seemed nothing could be done to save you.

No, Yennefer thinks, this could not end like this.

Much as she hated to admit it, Yennefer was going to need help in order to save your life...and she was going to need to do this without Geralt or Jaskier knowing. So she waited for both men to rest from their vigil, but she should've realized it was not going to happen, knowing that both were sitting and waiting for the inevitable. So she cast a small spell to put them to sleep, making it look like they both fell asleep from exhaustion.

--------------King's Landing: 300 years AC------------------

"Hmm....hmmmm...mmmhmmm...yes quite sophisticated if I might say."

"You don't even know what you're looking at, Bronn," Tyrion Lannister deadpans as he goes over the books for the Crown's expenditures. "I don't have to know," Bronn of the Blackwater, "I just need to think I know, that's how you fool these Highborn types." "Yes, Bronn, that is exactly how it works," Tyrion says absentmindedly, more fixated on the books.

"It is quite a nice painting, I will say that," Bronn genuinely comments, "although...I've never seen any ladies around here with the pointed ears." Tyrion looks up to see the painting the man in question was looking at, "Ah, I see you are admiring a portrait of the great Francesca Findabir, an elven mage...and some may the most beautiful of her kind." "The fuck is an elf?" Bronn scoffs. "They were beings who were once said to inhabit this world," Tyrion explains, "long before the First Men came to be. They were characterized by their point ears, their longevity, and their overall beauty. Their cities were said to be as beautiful as they were, but when humans came to this world, and before they became more widespread, the elves destroyed and buried their cities, going into hiding with the hope those same humans would eventually go away." "Well...their plan clearly failed," Bronn humors, "Still...can't deny they certainly must've been beauties...I should like to come across one someday, see if their tits are anything like women's ones." "That may take a very long time," Tyrion humors, "they were said to have left this world a long time ago, but not before destroying everything they owed. This portrait..." he gestures to the painting, "is actually a replica. For all we know this is not Francesca at all. In fact, any portraits and paintings acquired from the Continent of many of their famed mages and heroes of old are said to be questionable in terms of authenticity." "I don't follow." Tyrion gestures for Bronn to follow to show him more, "this one," he gestures to the portrait, "the Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg; was once said to be the most beautiful of mages. This one, Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rhiannon, the Empress of Nilfgaard and Queen of Cintra. And this one..." he gestures to the painting of the Lark and the Dragon, "this one is supposed to depict the supposed lovers relationship of the Lady of Larks...and Daemon Targaryen." "Some relationship," Bronn scoffs, "the bird looks almost trapped in the dragon's embrace." "Not everyone agrees," Tyrion says, "but more to the point, any and all paintings of these people from the Continent were destroyed some time after their deaths and any that were recovered at all...well it is the best we can hope for."

"What exactly is this story between this...Lady Lark and this Targaryen?" Bronn asks. "Oh where to begin," Tyrion says, humor in his tone, "even to this day, there is still much debate over its true nature." "All the more exciting," Bronn insists, "get on with it, I want to know."

--------------------------------

In another part of the Red Keep Sansa Stark sat down taking in the fresh air...or what would be considered fresh air here in King's Landing. She never knew when she was going to be alone next time so she wanted to savor this moment while she could. No Lannisters, no cruel king to torment her, and no sign of the Hound to point out her shortcomings.

While in contemplation, Sansa turned her gaze to a portrait hanging on the wall; the Stark girl recognized it as one of few paintings she's seen when she first set foot in King's Landing with her father and sister. The Lady of Larks. Her story was actually quite renown; a Continental woman who came to this place nearly 2 centuries ago, sang her tales of that strange place across the sea, how her voice captivated the infamous Rogue Prince and the romance that ensued. The Septa had once taught her and Arya this as a precautionary tale to warn the girls of the dangers of thinking with their cunny instead of their head.

Sandor Clegane told her a different version of the story, that the Lady Lark was the one who was ensnared by Daemon's Targaryen's charm, and when she was in his grasp he refused to let her go, trapping her like a bird in a cage. Sansa recalled the look on the Hound's face when he made this analogy; she knew what he was thinking. Clegane had liken Sansa to a little bird, she wondered if he likened her to the Lady of Larks who was first lured in with charms and promises of a man only to be caged in by his cruelty...just as Sansa was trapped in a cage by the likes of Joffery Baratheon.

"The Lady of Lark was a fool," she recalled Joffery having once said, "she clearly had something good and she threw it all away. If I were the Rogue Prince I would've slit her throat where she stood like the ungrateful cunt that she was."

Now Sansa could only wonder how the Lady Lark handled her situation. -----------present: a secret location on the Continent------------

Yennefer carried you in her arms, doing her best not to disturb you too much.

She honestly didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't know where else to turn to. You were dying and there was nothing Yen could do...but maybe there was some who do something about it, one of the connections she may have at her disposal courtesy of some old friends of hers from Aretuza prior to the dissolution of the Brotherhood.

Yennefer spoke the code in the Elder Speech to announce her arrival and to assure that she was one of them, and sure enough, the people she needed to see appeared on the scene.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Phillipa Eilhart addresses, "or more specifically look what the thing the cat dragged in has dragged in." "Fuck off, Phillipa," Yennefer huffs, too exhausted to match wits and words with the sorceress before, "I...I need to speak with Francesca Findabair. It is a matter of life or death." "Oh? Only Francesca?" "Her or Ida will do, this requires an elven sorceresses' touch," Yennefer insists.

You huff out short breaths, bringing both sorceresses' attention to you, "is this who I think it is?" Phillipa asks, recognizing you, "I had thought all this time-" "Phillipa, now!" Yen exclaims in a tone that must be taken seriously, "She's dying, all because of a man, and if you know who she is, you damn well know who that man is." Phillipa nods, the wheels turning in her mind already, for as much as she sympathized, she sought an opportunity from this act of desperation on Yennefer's part.

"If what you say is true," the Redanian mage speaks, "if this truly is a matter of life and death...then am I to assume the Lady of Larks is dear to you? Much so that you would do anything to save her life." "Phillipa-" "You already know what the Lodge wants, what it needs, Yennefer," Phillipa interrupts, "you know. If this girl means that much to you, then you know what must be done, what deal must be made." "You're asking me to save one at the expense of another." "I'm asking you how willing you are to see that the woman the man you love deeply cares for will live to breathe again."

"If you won't do this out of the goodness of your heart, then do it for the Lodge," Yennefer says in a low tone, "isn't this why the Lodge of sorceresses was created in the first place? Because we know deep down that men are not fit to rule, especially where matters on chaos are concerned? Because of those men, the Lady of Larks lays before you dying and only a woman's touch can save her." "A convincing case," Phillipa admits, "still, this is not an opportunity I cannot pass."

Yennefer knew this was going to happen as this was a conscious subject when she was invited to become a Lodge member on their second meeting ever. This was not quite like the Brotherhood that had more interest in maintaining the status quo; these sorceresses were ambitious and had plans of their own to carve out their own place at the table of world powers and rule as their equals, if not above them. And in order to do so, they needed one who possessed both royal blood and magic...and the Lodge already had a candidate in mind since it's inception, all thanks to that stunt Yen pulled with Ciri following the events on Thanedd.

Yennefer realized now she was reaping the consequences of her actions as a result of her own recklessness. She made her bed...now she needed to lay in it.

Without saying nothing, giving one last look at your dying state, she turns to Phillipa and nods, "we have a deal." Small smile, not smug but more sympathetic, Phillipa has Yennefer collect you and the mage opens a portal to take you to Francesca, the one mage who had a chance at this point to save you.

--------------Somewhere in Slaver's Bay: 300 years AC----------------

"Have you ever heard the story of the Lady of Larks, Khalessi?" Ser Jorah Mormont inquired of the woman in question.

"I know of the story," Daenerys  Targaryen admits, "Viserys used to tell it to me all the time. The Great Romance between the Lady Lark and my forebear Daemon Targaryen. The Lady of Larks was a gifted troubaritz, a voice so beautiful the larks would stand silent to listen. The Rogue Prince was so captivated that he scorned his own wife to be with the Lady of the story. They even had a child together...that is until she was seduced away by a mutant from the Continent, the famous White Wolf."

"Is there anything else Viserys told you of them?" Jorah asks. "Not really," Daenerys admits, "what more is there to know?" "The people in Westeros may see theirs as a great romance," Jorah tells her, "but the Continentals don't quite see it that way."

"How could they not?" Daenerys huffs. "They for the most part believe the other version of the tale," Jorah answers, "they believe the Rogue Prince was the one who stole the Lady of Larks away. Stole her, defiled her, and then took their child away from her. Do you know the name of the child they bore?" "The Princess Aemma Targaryen, Daemon's first born," Daenerys answers, "but...I don't understand how this could be. They sound like completely different stories. Which...which one do you choose to believe?"

"I think...that the truth lies somewhere in the middle," was Jorah's answer, "but we may never know what truly happened." "What became of the daughter of the Rogue Prince and the Lady of Larks?" Daenerys changes the subject. "That to this day remains a mystery," Jorah says, "all we know is that she disappeared shortly after the Dance of Dragons."

"Tell me the story then," Dany insists, "both versions. I should try to discern the truth for myself, however I can."

Bonus Masterlist

#hotd #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #phillipa eilhart #francesca findabair #yennefer of vengerberg #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #sansa stark #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister

[multifandomfix]

Imagine Rhaegal bonding with you, making Daenerys realize your feelings for her.

It seemed that Daenerys had scarcely seen you in the past weeks. It was unusual, and it was starting to concern her. You provided her the best company, allowed her to just be Daenerys, not a woman of various titles and high importance, but merely human.

She inquired as to your whereabouts, and the best answer she was given was that you’d gone out to watch her dragons circle overhead. When she inevitably found you, you had been doing just that. Yet now you stood on the cliff’s edge, Rhaegal hovering in front of you. She realized then that you were reaching out to touch the great beast. Her instinct was to stop you, but had Rhaegal seen you as a threat, you would have been burnt already.

Had this been what you’d been doing all the times you were absent from her? You’d been forming a bond with Rhaegal, but why? And then it hit her. You’d done it for her. Why else? Anyone else would have avoided the dragons out of fear, but not you. It was the truest display of love, for there was no loving her without loving her dragons.

For @dragonxinia

Daenerys Targaryen: @riveranddoctorsong123, @hc-geralt-23, @floresferae, @geekyandgay98, @lady-darkswan3, @abitchnamedtia, @witchthewriter

#daenerys targaryen #daenerys targaryen imagine #daenerys targaryen x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #got #got imagine #request #send requests #requests open

[joelslegalwhre]

Her Sweet Kiss

oh i would love to request one where the reader is the dragon queen (a bit like daenerys from game of thrones) and geralt is sent to kill her which he refuses in the end

(Requested on Wattpad)

pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!dragon!reader

word count ⁀➷ 3.2k

summary ⁀➷ You're a golden dragon and the king sent Geralt to kill you… (I’m shit at summaries i’m sorry-)

warnings ⁀➷ spoilers for s1 ep6, violence, (short) mention of blood/wound, mention of killing someone, fighting, kissing, angst (not much)

a/n ⁀➷ As always pls tell me if I missed a warning! And if anyone knows why my “read more” messes with my text (it doubles the first paragraph) i’d be thrilled to know how to fix that🫢

Jaskiers song

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Geralt came out of the cave, throwing some monster head right in front of the man's feet. You felt the fear the old man had of the white haired Witcher.

Geralt looked at him with a stern look, a little confused but still as if he'd rip the man's head off if he'd do anything stupid.

„I believe those are mine." He said in a low voice.

When the Witcher came down the small hill to his horse, the man hurriedly let the bag fall to the ground and ran away.

„This woman just killed a man with her bare hands for trying to steal your horse!" Jaskier shouted to Geralt.

You couldn't just walk past the men on your way to the village, already sensing the fight.

It really wasn't as dramatic as the bard told though, the man chose his fate when he chose to be ignorant and thought of himself as something better. Stealing a man's belongings, was the lowest another could do. And you didn't really want to have a bloody scene, so a snapped neck was the… well, best option.

The bard behind you was still in shock as he propped his hands to his sides and looked at the Witcher. Said one turned around and studied you with an intense look.

You just looked him straight in the eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips at his next words.

„Maybe she'll make a better travel companion, then." he dryly answered the bard, tilting his head to the side.

He put the bags back on his horse and turned around to you and the bard, Jaskier.

„Who are you?" he asked. You felt the curiosity he tried to hide as he asked.

„That is something you don't have to know." you answered sounding polite yet your answer clearly wasn't. But something about it made the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia as you knew, want to know more about you.

Normally he would just turn around and continue whatever he was onto. Not this time, though.

You smiled at Geralt. „I guess you'd like that back.” You threw one of his viles at him that had fallen out of the bag earlier. He caught it with ease, looking you up and down in surprise. Maybe there was even more to you than he could guess.

„Good luck with whatever you're doing!" you shouted, already continuing your way to the village. Jaskier's gaze followed you, his eyebrow raised, shaking his head.

„What the..." he mumbled to himself. Geralt on the other hand was completely thrown off by the way you behaved.

„Wait!" he shouted after you, his deep voice echoing through the air. Jaskier turned his head to Geralt. What had got into him? He never did anything like that, ever.

The strong white wolf, feared Witcher and butcher of Blaviken, shouting after a girl? Out of desperation? You clearly left Geralt completely and utterly confused.

The large door of the tavern opened, and Geralt entered, followed by Jaskier. "I'd like a fresh ale, thank you." Jaskier smiled at Geralt.

The tavern was packed, and the waiters ran back and forth in hurry. Neither of them wanted to wait that long. "Hmm." Gerald grumbled, but made his way to the bar anyway to order two mugs of ale.

"What.." the Witcher muttered to himself as he saw you. He had barely managed to banish you from his mind since you had left. As if in a trance, he walked away from the bar. "Witcher!" the barman called after him, who had already put down the two jugs. But Geralt no longer heard him, no longer wanted to hear him.

He followed after you without paying attention to anything around him. If the fabric of your orange dress hadn't had all his attention, it would have been easy to follow your irresistible scent.

You had already noticed Geralt when he entered the tavern with Jaskier. You led him to the back of the tavern, and opened a door that led into a corridor. Which contained several rooms to store food and drink or other supplies. With a light smile, you noticed that Geralt was still following you. Good.

Geralt didn't even look around as he pushed the door open, and it closed behind him. The voices became quieter, and he concentrated on the sounds of your footsteps. It smelled like old wood... and you.

You opened one of the doors. Not a moment later, you felt his presence close behind you. His breath on your neck and the strong smell he carried.

"I don't know why I can't resist you." he whispered in your ear, and his hair brushed your shoulder. "But I'm done trying to fight it."

You leaned your neck to the side and felt his lips, spreading feather-light kisses. No one needed to know about this encounter, you both agreed on that. He didn't need to leave any evidence behind to remember it. His hands grabbed your hips and urged you further into the chamber.

"Show me." you whispered challengingly. If he no longer wanted to suppress it, you wouldn't stop him.

Not a moment later, his lips met yours. Although there was so much desire in both of you, the kiss was anything but. It was breathtaking. It was gentle, quite in contrast to your desire. It was a sweet kiss. And it was so much more fitting than a wild or hard kiss. It was full of feelings neither of you would admit to.

His hands pulled you to him and your hands intertwined behind his neck. Never before had a kiss felt like this. But even in this kiss, you had to gasp for air at some point.

Neither of you moved. Geralt's hands still held you pressed against him as he looked down at you.

Something on your neck shone gold that he hadn't noticed before. It reached to your shoulder and disappeared under the fabric of your dress. It almost reminded him of dragon skin.

You knew what his gaze lingered on. "It's a birthmark," you whispered. He looked into your eyes.

"It's almost the same colour as your eyes." you added with a smile. His lips parted and closed again. Your hands wandered along his hair, and you twirled a small strand between your fingers. Geralt's gaze followed your every move before he looked you in the eyes again.

"I have to go now.” You whispered, standing on your toes and pressing one last kiss to his lips.

Geralt didn't open his eyes as you released yourself from his grip. Only when he heard the sound of jugs scraping over wood did he look up. With three empty jugs, you left the chamber and your footsteps echoed.

But what he only noticed now, how he could have missed it he didn’t know himself, was the wound on your arm. It looked like it had already been treated, but you still had a cloth covering it.

Geralt had his back to the door. But he couldn't help himself and took a step out of the door to look after you. With light steps, almost as if given wings, you walked along the corridor. But before you left, you looked over your shoulder at Geralt. You looked into his eyes and smiled.

Then you turned around and disappeared through the wooden door.

Geralt looked down at the floor and exhaled heavily. "Fuck." he growled.

When he returned to the table, Jaskier wasn't alone anymore. An old man and two worrier-looking women sat with him. Geralt's gaze went back and forth between the three and Jaskier. The table was set with pies, beer and wine.

"Ah Geralt, we were wondering where you've been." Jaskier announced cheerfully.

Geralt gave him a glance and sat down.

"What do you want?" Geralt grumbled.

„A short while ago, a dragon landed across the border in King Niedamir's mountains." the old men started, „I know what you're thinking. Impossible, dragons are so rare. But it's true. Locals spotted it and went after it in search of treasure. Of course, they succeeded only in wounding the creature. And angering it so righteously that it swooped down from its lair and set half a hillside ablaze.

„Hm."

„Dead sheep everywhere." he continued his story.

„Now, the King is in a blind. He's set to marry the princess of his rival kingdom, Malleore, which means it's bad timing to have a murderous pest lurking about in the mountains."

„What does this have to do with me?" Geralt knew exactly what this had to do with him, but the old man mustn't know that just yet.

„The king sent me to ask you to kill the dragon, dear Witcher.”

„You've wasted your breath." Geralt said. „I'll tell you what l've already told the king myself. he looked up, directly into the old man's eyes. „I don't kill dragons.”

What Geralt didn't tell him was that the king didn't order any dragon to be killed, he wanted the dragon queen dead. Shaking his head in disapproval, the old man sighed. „It's nothing I could do myself.” he chuckled. Geralt did not even seem to grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jaskier interjected into the conversation. „Did you say dragon?" Geralt looked at him from the side,

„What people call green dragons', like the one we have here I suppose, they're the most common. Red dragons, less so. Black dragons are the rarest.” he explained.

„Gold dragons are the rarest." the old men stated.

„Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would... have to be the result of... an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they're intentional." Geralt said with a wry nod, "But it doesn't matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out." His gaze had turned to the table.

„Hello, Grandfather." you lean on the old man's shoulders from behind with a small smile. At the sound of your voice, Geralt's head shot up. Your eyes met, once again, and it felt like a storm was set free inside of you.

„Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you so much. It's been very nice. Thank you for the wine and the pies, but as the man said, we really can't get involved.” Jaskier said with panic in his voice.

„Geralt, shall we?" he tried to ask the Witcher next to him. But when Geralt answered, his gaze lingered on you.

„l'm in.”

„Mother of. Jaskier sighed.

„What happened here?" Jaskier asked in shock as the two passed a mountain, completely burned down on one side. It was once, full of green grass and most likely many sheep.

„Dragons avoid people." Geralt murmured. „It should have left when they attacked.”

When they had reached the cave the dragon was supposed to be in, Jaskier stopped. „Uhm Geralt…" he breathed heavily. The Witcher turned to the bard and tilted his head slightly. „Wait here." he just said.

Ready to draw his sword at any time, Geralt slowly walked to the entrance of the cave. It was quiet, almost too quiet.

When he saw the dragons, even the Witcher stared for a moment.

He had expected one of the black dragons, or at least a red one. Not a green one.

The dragon laid there, one wing protectively in front of an egg. Behind the green dragon stood a black one protectively, but this one was male.

So he could hardly be the dragon queen the king wanted to get rid of. He came closer, still cautious, listening for any sounds. But when Geralt heard footsteps that could not belong to Jaskier, he drew his sword.

"Get. Away. From. Her." Geralt took a step back. He looked almost startled, surprise visible on his face.

"Hello again, Witcher." you said coldly.

"What are you doing here." It was no question, more likely a request to leave and not put yourself in danger. "Touch her, and I'll kill you." you threatened the Witcher.

The black dragon growled dangerously as you approached Geralt.

Cassius, your guard. He grew up with you in the Royal Court, back when everything was still there, nothing destroyed. He was not much older than you, and acted more like a brother than a guard most of the time.

When you heard his snort, you did not turn to him. "You can go." you said, still looking Geralt in the eyes.

Another growl. "I can handle this. Go now." He understood, this was an order. The green dragon was still lying in the same place when Cassius swept his wings and flew out of the cave through an opening in the ceiling.

"You should go., Witcher." Geralt didn't respond, instead he asked quietly in a raspy voice, "What are you?"

"Don't act like you don't know." You replied, almost a little hurt at the thought of what he would think of you.

Geralt took a step towards the dragon. And no matter what he wanted, no matter if he wanted to harm her or not, you could only see black and white at that moment. In seconds, you had a knife to his throat and were standing in front of him again. "Touch her and Jaskier will have to follow suit."

At that moment, as if you had summoned him, the bard came to the entrance of the cave. "Geralt, what is happening here? I have just seen a dra-" but he fell silent the moment he saw the Witcher with you.

Neither of you paid any attention to the bard.

Geralt turned so neatly that he had his arm around your neck and his hand took the knife from your hand.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" Jaskier stood there as if he no longer understood the world.

"Please." Geralt said softly, but that exactly was his weak spot. You ducked and twisted out of his grip, quick and swift enough to outwit the Witcher and his reactions. Quickly, you had your knife back in your hand. But instead of raising it to his throat again, you placed it at the level of his hip. Geralt looked at you, there was both astonishment and sadness in his gaze.

"Guys..." Jaskier called out to you.

You knew that Geralt would defeat you. Unless you threw him off his guard. He tilted his head, his lips opened and closed, just like he did in the tavern. And your next move was connected exactly with this thought. Geralt was still standing in front of you, he had thrown his sword on the ground when your knife had touched his throat, and there it still laid. He had no weapons except himself, which only confirmed that your idea would make him harmless for a few seconds. At least, you hoped so.

His lips had just closed again, and you didn't know if he would stop fighting or just start now.

Before he could do anything, though, you stood on your tiptoes, your dagger still at his hip. Your free hand reached for his neck and pulled him close enough to you. Then you placed your lips on his. The kiss almost captivated you yourself, and you had to concentrate to continue your plan. Geralt made a grumbling noise, surprised and completely thrown off balance. Just like you wanted. With all your strength, you broke away from him, breathing out heavily. Your lips trembled, it had indeed been a dirty trick. You looked at him apologetically and bit your lip. In the same movement, you turned to the dragon. You took a deep breath. Held it for a brief moment and then blew a protective wall of fire between the two of you and the dragon.

Your breathing became heavy and you swallowed. The fire made the golden scales on your neck glow. As you slowly turned to face Geralt, you could make out Jaskier at the entrance. You looked cautiously back and forth between the two of them. They couldn't hurt you. Their gazes, however, could.

"You're the dragon queen. The golden one." Geralt finally said it.

"The dragon queen?!" Jaskier commented in a shrill tone and shook his head disbelievingly to the right and then to the left."Damn.."

"Yes." your voice was no louder than a whisper as you looked the Witcher straight in the eyes. "But why did the king-" Jaskier started in a confused expression, but you interrupted him at the rage that boiled up inside you at the thought of the king, "King Niedamir hasn't even seen a dragon himself. He knows nothing!"

You walked out of the cave and Geralt followed you.

"No dragon has ever done anything to him. His men started the treasure hunts, they started hurting them,” your anger rose with each word, “He is just scared that he will pay for the things his men did to us." you said, one hand on your almost healed wound. "We don't start fights. But killing baby dragons, for treasure and gold?" You shook your head and tilted it slightly. "I can't let that happen."

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes for a moment, "The sheep- were just a warning. I never had the intention to do more."

Geralt had looked down on the ground while you told them everything. When you'd finished, his gaze found yours, and he exhaled.

You held out a small pouch to them, "Uhm, this is a dragon's tooth. The king won't know it's an old one." Geralt gently took the pouch from your hand, which was trembling slightly.

"Ehm, if I may-"

"It's not mine, Jaskier." you lightheartedly grinned at him.

"I'll tell the king we killed the dragon, and he'll leave you alone." Your gaze went back to Geralt, you nodded with a thankful smile.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Geralt?" you quietly asked.

"Ohhh, I see. l'I let you two alone. If anyone needs me I'll just.." Jaskier pointed at some rocks and turned around, walking away just far enough to let you have some privacy.

You wanted to say something about the kiss, but you decided against it. It wouldn't help either of you.

„Don't give up." your gaze became serious, and Geralt looked slightly thrown off. That seemed to happen around you more often than he liked. „She is out there. And you have to find her."

Carefully you took his hand and your fingers gently brushed over it.

„Please don't give up, Geralt. You and your child of surprise... are to safe us all."

Your gaze went to your linked hands. A sad smile on your lips as you let go of it. You exhaled. "Goodbye, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt felt frozen in place. His back still in the direction you had gone. He didn't watch you go, he couldn't.

Jaskier's eyes widened as he looked past him.

„Geralt, you might want to see this." he almost whispered.

Geralt turned around. “What is-“ he grumbled but soon became silent at the sight.

The sight of a golden dragon flying away into the distance.

Geralt exhaled and looked after you until you were only a small point on the sky and then, gone.

The song about the charming girl, the one who was strong enough to fight and win against Geralt of Rivia, spread across the countries. Jaskier made sure it did.

The song about her sweet kiss.

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[two-white-butterflies]

GHOST OF YOU - d.t

Description: Your touch could heal all his wounds, but a feel of your ghost could heal his entire soul. Daemon's wife died when they were only seventeen-years old. He's spent an entire lifetime searching for her since.

Warnings: Heavy angst and smut.

The coo of baby-birds, an omen for staring anew. His eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light that shone through his thin-lidded curtains. He mumbles a few curses, noticing the empty spot on his heart. How long has it been since you left him? A month or a decade? It didn't matter because it felt like an eternity for him. His lips were dry, longing for the moisture of your kisses. But it will never come.

Daemon Targaryen longs for the young girl that used to run through her father's field with a basket of sunflowers at bay. He remembers the day he met you, eyes cloudy with tears but still frolicking like a gazelle in the middle of grazing. He wanted to catch you, but you caught him first. He spent days talking to you, and nights thinking about the feel of your skin.

All of his memories were clouded of you — he takes a deep breath, burying himself in thick layers of sheets on his bed. He could still taste you on his lips — silky lips that reminded him of pomegranate. He faintly remembers the first time you gave him your kiss. It was in the middle of the red-keep, near the Weirwood Tree and the court was watching the both of you. When he questioned the kiss, you merely told him that it was your way of claiming him. He remembers the stir of his cock after your words.

'Claim me?' he growled, remembering the taste of your lips — it was a mix of strawberry and peach, and he craved it badly. 'You are mine.' you asserted while toying and rubbing circles on his collarbone. He takes a small shuddering breath at the thought of what he'd do to you. 'Mine to do as I please.' your lips turned into a thin smile before pulling on his collar and merging your lips together.

He opens his eyes to the reality that you are truly gone, taken by the same fever that took his grand-aunt: Princess Daenerys.

Rhaenyra stirs awake from behind him. His goddess of a niece turned wife has finally begun waking up. "Good morrow, kepus." she greets with a dedicated smile before pressing a soft kiss on his temple. He wanted to love her and uphold his duty as a dragon-prince, but he couldn't — each time he laid with her, memories of the girl in the field crashes through his mind. "Good morrow, darling." he replies with a soft smile, returning her kiss. He loved Rhaenyra, but he didn't love her with the same veracity.

His love for her was akin to a pond, and yours an ocean. His shallow love for her, can never defeat his deep love for you. "Avy jorrāelan," she smiled, staring deep into his indigo eyes. "Avy jorrāelan tolī," he responded, breaking their eye contact. I love you more.

He closed his eyes again, whispering a prayer of apology to your soul. He wanted to wrap himself around your arms. He wanted to whisper stories of Old Valyria but he didn't know where your corpse was. He only has the memories that have consumed him with avarice. He takes a deep breath, your voice ringing through his ears.

If he were to die, then it would be your words that could bring him back to life.

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Since there has been quite a lot of support and excitement surrounding my bg3 presets (THANK YOU BY THE WAY I AM SO HAPPY AND JUST AAAAAA), I thought I would list some of the presets I plan on doing and releasing (if they work out well)

GOT/HOTD

- Daenerys Targaryen (almost completed)

- Daemon Targaryen (still needs some work and a lot of texture work)

- Missandei

- Laena Velaryon (I am still deciding if I want to do her teenager version or adult version)

- Alicent Hightower (I have a personal one but I’m going to redo it and make my own texture since the one I used belongs to Alojie)

- Sansa Stark

- Jaime Lannister

- Young Rhaenyra (if I can do it, Milly’s face is very soft and young with not very prominent features, it may be difficult for me lol)

- Jon Snow

- Ygritte

LOTR

- Thranduil/the elven king

- Legolas

- Arwen (maybe)

The Witcher (Show)

- Geralt played by Henry Cavill

- MAYBE Yennefer, I think she’s very pretty in the show but she might be a challenge

If anyone has any other suggestions, I am happy to hear them and consider 😊

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