#stafford lannister

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

#sandor clegane #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #tywin lannister #house lannister #joffrey baratheon #meryn trant #sansa stark #lady #GoT #game of thrones #the hound #hound #robb stark #lancel lannister #forced marriage #maidenhead

[racefortheironthrone]

South of the Neck, are Northerners kind of viewed as country bumpkins?

Not quite.

"Bolton'll never cross, not till the Young Wolf marches from Riverrun with his wild northmen and all them wolves."

"....your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of wargs, not three days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain."

"It is said about the camp that Lord Tywin Lannister rushes west to rescue Lannisport from the vengeance of the northmen . . ."

"Northmen, they were. Savages who worship trees. They wanted the Kingslayer, they said."

"Tommen will share your outrage. This is the work of Stannis and his red witch, and the savage northmen who worship trees and wolves."

Northmen are seen as violent barbarians, savages, cannibals, and heathens.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #the north #the south #westerosi culture

[jaimebrienneonline]

Fun with Fics

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

(I got this twice in my inbox, so here goes.)

1. The Wine Is Not Enough

Sam leaned forward and offered Dany some unsolicited wisdom, “Never, ever wear open-toed sandals in a Port-o-Walder.”

2. The Seduction

Jaime lunged forward and pressed his mouth to hers in a sloppy, wet kiss. He pulled back and began kicking off his shoes. "Fine. See. You've won. I yield. You can have your way with me."

3. Vows

He shifted on the bed to lean back against the pillows, angling himself to her. “I left you unprotected in the North. Did that Wildling try to steal you? Did you let him?” His eyes glittered with something she didn’t understand. “Is that why you’re trying to refuse me?”

“No one stole me. Why would anyone even try? I’m not a possession to be stolen,” she huffed.

4. Age Gap

“Seriously though, Tyrion, what’s the point in having a sexy young girlfriend if I can’t have her hold up restaurant menus to prove I can read them from a distance?”

5. The Right Time

He rose from his seat and turned around, facing the bear-like man. With a deliberate swipe of his stump, he knocked the unopened cup to the floor before leaning his perfect muscular backside against the edge of her desk. His voice was like shards of ice as he spoke to the investigator. “Brienne already has plans for lunch. With me.” He then stood straight and took a step closer to the other man. “She has plans today. Tomorrow. Every lunch. Every day. Every dinner, too.”

6. Life's Sweetest Reward

Brienne shoveled a bite of eggs in her mouth and swallowed before answering. “Shuffleboard tournament.” After watching the other couples at parasailing yesterday, she thought she and Jaime were probably the most athletic ‘couple’ on board. “If Jaime manages to get up in time, we’ll likely win.”

Howland drew back from her and his previous affable expression turned into something much harder. Jyana touched his hand, a look of alarm on her face.

“Jya and I have been on ninety-seven cruises. We compete in the shuffleboard tournament every single time.” He leaned in then, his voice dark and low, “And we always win.”

7. The Kingslayer's Speech

No matter how she argued that the first kiss had been an accident, (did you trip and fall into my lips, wench?), he had insisted that he was entitled to a kiss with every goodbye now. It was his due, he said. Just to shut him up, she’d smacked her lips against his and sent him on his way.

8. The Singular Discomfort of Jaime Lannister

He hadn’t thought it possible to be this hard and not explode. “Are you,” he paused, needing to catch his breath, “are you asking me to tell you about the hot, dirty things I want to do to you?”

9. Everyone Has a Price

Aunt Myranda (wife of Stafford, mother of Daven, Cerenna and Myrielle), passed around tequila shots while discussing the benefits of erectile dysfunction medication, but the drawbacks of four-hour erections.

10. Words in the Dark Night

“Or I could warm it on your teats, what little you have, wench. Or perhaps under the sweet curve of your ass.”

Sam watched as the Maid’s gloved hand gripped the hilt of Oathkeeper. He wondered if Ser Jaime planned to die tonight.

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Okay..this was a lot of fun. Thank you. I haven't double checked all the links, but you can find all my fics by just clicking one and then my user name. I can't always connect writers to tumblrs, so I'm going with the first few I remember. @ddagent @writergirl2011 @seaspiritwrites @glamaphonic @isolacaramella @quizzicalquinnia @ladym-rules @wackygoofball @wildlingoftarth @bussdowntarthiana

#jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth

[asoiafreadthru]

TYWIN LANNISTER, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport,

His wife, [LADY JOANNA], a cousin, died in childbed,

Their children:

SER JAIME, called the Kingslayer, a twin to Cersei,

QUEEN CERSEI, wife of King Robert I Baratheon, a twin to Jaime,

TYRION, called the Imp, a dwarf,

His siblings:

SER KEVAN, his eldest brother,

His wife, DORNA, of House Swyft,

Their eldest son, LANCEL, squire to the king,

Their twin sons, WILLEM and MARTYN,

Their infant daughter, JANEI,

GENNA, his sister, wed to Ser Emmon Frey,

Their son, SER CLEOS FREY,

Their son, TION FREY, a squire,

[SER TYGETT], his second brother, died of a pox,

His widow, DARLESSA, of House Marbrand,

Their son, TYREK, squire to the king,

[GERION], his youngest brother, lost at sea,

His bastard daughter, JOY, a girl of ten,

Their cousin, SER STAFFORD LANNISTER, brother to the late Lady Joanna,

His daughters, CERENNA and MYRIELLE,

His son, SER DAVEN LANNISTER,

His counselor, MAESTER CREYLEN,

His chief knights and lords bannermen:

LORD LEO LEFFORD,

SER ADDAM MARBRAND,

SER GREGOR CLEGANE, the Mountain That Rides,

SER HARYS SWYFT, father by marriage to Ser Kevan,

LORD ANDROS BRAX,

SER FORLEY PRESTER,

SER AMORY LORCH,

VARGO HOAT of the Free City of Qohor, a sellsword.

#a game of thrones #appendix #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #house lannister #casterly rock #tywin lannister #joanna lannister #jaime lannister #kingslayer #cersei lannister #tyrion lannister #kevan lannister #dorna swyft #lancel lannister #genna lannister #cleos frey #tygett lannister #tyrek lannister #gerion lannister #joy hill #stafford lannister #daven lannister #leo lefford #addam marbrand #gregor clegane #harys swyft #forley prester #amory lorch #vargo hoat

[megggyeggy]

The Hound and The Wolf

Trigger warnings: Non con is involved, if you don’t like that kind of stuff then DO NOT READ. 18+ only. Minors do not engage. Some mentions of blood. Physical abuse is involved. Foul language? If that is even a trigger. I believe that is all.

Keira had heard about her father's death from Winterfell, her brother Robb wanted to go to war to avenge their father. Of course, Keira wanted revenge. But their little sisters were in King's Landing. There could have been casualties.

"Are you sure about this?" Robb questioned Keira, who was preparing her saddle bag. "No." Keira answered with raised brows as she looked over at her brother with a soft sigh, "But one thing I'm sure of..is that Sansa and Arya can't be alone in King's Landing for much longer. They don't have anyone they trust or know to look after them. I will go there." Keira reassured her younger brother with a faint smile before mounting her horse.

"I don't like this, Keira." Robb told his sister, worry written over his features. Keira's eyes softened as she looked down at her brother before shaking her head, "I will be fine. Keep Winterfell together while I'm gone." Keira spoke with a faint grin, which Robb let out a soft chuckle while nodding his head. "Of course." Robb responded with a small smile.

With that, Keira rode off to Westeros..

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Keira had arrived in Westeros a week later; Robb of course couldn't wait for Keira to return with their sisters. He had already started a war. Keira didn't wait to be greeted; she didn't tell the little bastard of a King that she was arriving. She simply stormed into the castle with her chin held high. She slowed her strides when she heard her sister's weak voice, "Your grace. Whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part! You know that! I beg you, plea-" King Joffrey over spoke her. "Ser Lancel, tell her of this outrage." Lancel, Joffrey's scrawny little cousin paced back and forth as he spoke. "Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves. Thousands of good men were butchered."

Lancel took a deep breath before continuing to speak, "After the slaughter, The Northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain." The common people began to gasp and mutter amongst themselves in terror. Keira couldn't help but smirk at the outrageous lies being told but she found it quite amusing. She continued to make slow strides, making her way forward. King Joffrey had his cross bow pointed at Sansa, "Killing you would send your brother a message." Keira could hear her sister sobbing in fear, her head hung low. Keira shifted her jaw in anger at this. "But my mother insists on keeping you alive. Stand." King Joffrey demanded as he placed his crossbow down.

Sansa stood immediately as her cries had quietened, her cheeks red and stained with her tears. "So, we'll have to send your brother a message some other way. Meryn," King Joffrey spoke up which Meryn stepped forward and began to approach Sansa. Keira tensed up at this, narrowing her eyes. She was like a mother wolf..waiting to attack at any given time if her pup was to be hurt. "Leave her face. I like her pretty." King Joffrey demanded as he sat down with a cruel smirk on his face.

Meryn grabbed Sansa by the shoulder and punched her as hard as he could in the gut, causing Sansa to cry out in pain. Meryn unsheathed his sword and hit Sansa in the calf with the back of his sword, causing her to stumble to the ground in pain. "My lady's over dressed. Unburden her." Ser Meryn stepped behind Sansa at King Joffrey's orders before ripping the back of her dress open. "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, you're going to have to speak louder!" Joffrey demanded with an evil glint in his eyes. Ser Meryn raised his sword and got ready to strike Sansa which caused her to scream in fear.

Keira was quick to step forward, taking slow and confident strides forward. "I got your message quite loud and clear, Your Grace." Keira spoke up, a smirk on her face when she saw the shock on Joffrey and Ser Meryn's face. As well as Joffrey's dog, The Hound. Sansa looked up at her sister with teary eyes and let out a sob of relief, hugging her sisters hip as she sobbed. Keira looked at Ser Meryn with narrowed eyes, shifting her jaw. She could hear some people murmuring, "That's Wolf Kissed!" The crowd murmured in fear. "If you want to send a message to my brother, why don't you choose someone your own size?" Keira questioned Ser Meryn, her eyes locked on his. She didn't show fear.

"Or do you enjoy beating little girls...because they can't defend themselves?" Keira smirked at Ser Meryn, his jaw clenched in anger. "Watch-" Keira backhanded Ser Meryn as hard as she could, causing him to grunt in pain..his lip split open from the harshness of the strike. "You can't hit him!" King Joffrey complained with an angry pout as he stood up now. "Kill her!" Joffrey demanded but a new voice spoke up. "What is the meaning of this?" Everyone froze, Keira turned her head to see Tyrion Lannister. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl?" Tyrion scoffed while Ser Meryn sheathed his sword and snarled angrily, "The kind who serves his King, Imp!"

"Careful now, we don't want to get blood all over that pretty white cloak." A new voice spoke up, an older man with black armor said with a smug look on his face. Keira smirked at Ser Meryn and hummed, looking him up and down. "Although, it would look much better with a splash of red." Keira spoke in a low threatening tone, the man whose name Keira did not know, looked her up and down with a curious gaze before smiling at her with an amused gaze. "Lady Stark," Tyrion greeted Keira with a look of surprise, Keira smiled politely at Tyrion. "Lord Tyrion." She returned the greetings before helping her sister stand.

"Someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Tyrion demanded, which The Hound was quick to walk over to Sansa and yank his cloak off his back and placed it onto her shoulders as she bowed her head in shame. He didn't seem to give Keira a second chance. "She is to be your Queen." Tyrion scolded his nephew with narrowed eyes, making his way up the steps. Joffrey glared down at his Uncle with narrowed eyes, "Have you no regard for her honor-" Joffrey scoffed, "I'm punishing her." Joffrey explained as if that explained anything. "For what crimes?!" Tyrion exclaimed with raised brows, "She did not fight her brother's battle, you halfwit!" Joffrey's voice seemed to get softer, in embarrassment perhaps. "You can't talk to me like that! The King can do as he likes!" Joffrey raised his voice near the end of his sentence.

"The Mad King did as he liked, has your Uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him?" Tyrion spoke with narrowed eyes, "No one threatens his Grace in front of the Kingsguard!" Snarled Ser Meryn as he stepped one foot closer. "I wasn't threatening the King, Ser. I am only educating my nephew. Bronn, the next time Ser Meryn speaks..Kill him." Tyrion demanded as he kept his eyes locked on his nephew. Bronn simply nodded while Keira stifled a snicker. "That was a threat. See the difference?" Tyrion exclaimed as he looked at Ser Meryn with raised brows. Ser Meryn kept awfully quiet now, a coward is always a coward. Tyrion turned and began to walk towards Sansa and Keira. "I apologize for my nephews behavior." Tyrion apologized to both the Stark Sisters.

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Keira had gotten settled in King's Landing, she even had her own chambers now. How exciting. Sansa wouldn't return home, and Keira wouldn't leave without her. Not only that, but Keira couldn't find her youngest sister, Arya.

"Rest for tonight, take a lavender bath. Yes? I've had your handmaid's prepare one for you." Keira told Sansa with softened eyes, kissing her sister on the forehead before taking a step back. "I'll be back in the morning, okay? You aren't alone anymore." Keira reassured her sister with caring eyes. Sansa quietly nodded as she looked at her older sister with bloodshot and teary eyes. "Thank you." Sansa whispered softly. Keira swallowed thickly as she faintly smiled and nodded, "Always, little sister." Keira spoke just above a whisper before turning and exiting the room.

Keira made her way down the corridor with her chin held high, she let out a soft sigh as she walked. However, when she turned down the corridor, she had bumped into someone. "Pardon-.." Keira said with a smile, but her smile dropped when she saw who it was. Sandor Clegane. The Hound.

Sandor stepped forward while Keira stepped backward until she was pinned against the wall. Sandor placed his hand beside her head as she looked her up and down with a smirk. She knew that look. Nothing good ever came of that look. "You think the King will be okay with the little wolf ruining his fun?" Sandor spoke in a stoic voice, his eyes holding a certain glint within. Keira forced a smile as she let out a scoff, "Oh, I'm sure he is having a tantrum as of now-" She grunted in surprised when The Hound grabbed her by the bicep, squeezing so harshly that she was sure her arm would snap in half. "The King doesn't have any use for you," Sandor said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing as he glared into her eyes.

"That means he will either kill you...or he will reward some of his men with a little wolf.." Sandor said, an evil grin forming across his features. "And I do sure hope I am one of them, little wolf." The Hound's voice dropped, leaning in closer as he took a sniff of her scent. Keira glared up at Sandor as she gritted her teeth, "Unhand me." Keira snarled angrily, which caused Sandor to cackle. "Or what? What can you do to me, little wolf?" The Hound snapped, barring his teeth. "What're you doing, Clegane?" A familiar voice spoke, Keira turned her head to see Tyrion. Oh, her hero. Keira looked back at Sandor who removed his hand from her and looked at Tyrion with a bored expression.

"Never mind it..I was only-"

"Go find a tree to piss on." Tyrion demanded, which caused Sandor to glare in the dwarf's direction before turning and walking away. Keira cleared her throat and raised her head to try and show that the interaction didn't bother her one bit. But the way her heart was pounding against her ribcage, said otherwise. "Thank you, Lord Tyrion." Keira spoke in a calm voice, looking at the dwarf with a softened direction. "That is twice you've helped my family. I'm grateful." Keira said with a faint smile, while Tyrion looked surprised that she spoke to him so kindly before his eyes softened. "Would you like me to escort you back to your chambers, Lady Stark?" Which Keira smirked down at Tyrion.

"I appreciate the offer, Lord Tyrion. But that won't be necessary." Keira spoke softly as she started to walk away. "You need to be careful, Lady Stark. The Hound wasn't wrong. You are of no use to The King nor the Queen. Who knows what The Lion will do to The Wolf away from its pack." Keira arched her brow at Tyrion's analogy. Keira looked down at her feet, pursing her lips in thought. He wasn't wrong though. She was in danger. "I'll keep that in mind, Lord Tyrion." Keira responded before walking back to her chambers.

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Keira was laying in her bed, in a deep sleep..she had a dream..a curious dream. There was a baby lion that was feasting on a corpse of a wolf. The baby lion was surrounded by corpses of wolves. Keira didn't get to finish her 'wonderful' dream because she was yanked out of her bed by her hair, she cried out in pain as she dug her nails into the gloved hand that was intertwined in her hair. She blinked fast to try and focus her sight, looking up to see Ser Meryn. Keira grunted in annoyance, "That isn't a face I wanted to wake to,"

Keira grumbled before hissing in pain when the Knight shoved her to the ground harshly, she fell to her side and didn't have time to catch herself. She was still in her nightgown slip, it was sheer and didn't do much to hide her body. She stumbled to her feet only for Ser Meryn to grab her by the hair again and drag her along, "The King has great plans for you, Wolf Kissed." Ser Meryn sneered her nickname with venom, dragging her to the throne room where King Joffrey sat, The Hound standing guard in front of him like a good dog.

Ser Meryn shoved Keira to the ground in front of the iron throne, Keira groaned in pain when her knees hit the ground. Keira looked up at King Joffrey with narrowed eyes, her lips twitching into a smirk. "Is that how your mother taught you to wake a lady?" Keira questioned which some of the crowd in the throne room had chuckled at her remark but Ser Meryn easily backhanded her which caused her lip to split open, some blood dribbling down her lip and onto the ground. Keira's head jerked to the side and she let out a moan of pain, her eyes narrowing.

"Lady Keira, if you are going to stay here in King's Landing. You will need to have some type of use. You can't just stay here without pulling your weight." King Joffrey said with a smirk, his eyes raking over her body that her sheer nightgown did nothing to cover. Keira looked up at King Joffrey and shifted her jaw to loosen it from the harsh impact. "Oh yes, my apologies." Keira snorted as she shook her head in amusement, "And how will I pull my weight?" Keira said with an amused gaze, looking up at King Joffrey who clenched his jaw.

"By doing the one thing that you were created for. Baring children." King Joffrey said with a smug look but it quickly dropped when Keira laughed loudly, "Sorry-..sorry..it's just-.." Keira snickered as she tried to stop herself from laughing, shaking her head. "You're not my type, your Grace. I'm flattered, though." Keira said with an amused gaze which it was Joffrey's turn to smirk and chuckle. "Not my children, you dumb wench." Joffrey spat as he looked around his Kingsguards and his eyes landed on The Hound. "Dog..how would you like a little breeding bitch?"

King Joffrey questioned Sandor, who smirked faintly down at Keira. His eyes raking over her body slowly before he hummed in approval. "Aye." Is all Sandor said which caused Joffrey to chuckle, looking down at Keira with an evil glint. "Alright then, you two shall be wed!" He exclaimed, while a Septon had begun to emerge from the crowd, standing next to Sandor. Keira's brows raised as she looked at Sandor with a glare before looking at the Septon. "What? Now?" Keira scoffed softly which Sandor nodded his head with a smirk. "Your father is dead. You don't have any family here aside from my beloved. No one to hand you off. You're no one special. So, no need to make it all grand." King Joffrey chuckled and gestured his hand towards Keira which Ser Meryn grabbed Keira by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

Ser Meryn dragged Keria to Sandor and the Septon, shoving her into Sandor's chest who caught her roughly with a stoic expression, staring down at her with narrowed eyes. Although, within his eyes-..she could see the amusement.

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Keira was a married woman now-..or she officially will be when she and Sandor consummate. Which is why Sandor was dragging her roughly by the arm to Keira's chambers. He shoved her inside and she just barely caught herself, gasping softly. Keira turned to glare at Sandor as she gritted her teeth. "If you think I will lay a fucking hand on you-" Keira was backhanded harshly, her head jerking to the side and she had to grab ahold of her bedpost to keep herself from falling. Keira cupped her cheek as she looked at Sandor with wide eyes who looked at her with a cruel smirk.

"Keep talking, girl and I will fuck you bloody." Sandor warned as he began to approach Keira who quickly climbed onto the bed to try and avoid the man. Sandor patiently began to remove his buckskin belt, not bothering to remove his armor.

"I will not let you do this, you fucking imbecile!" Keira snarled only to yelp in surprise when Sandor grabbed her by the ankle and yanked her towards him. "I warned you, little wolf." Sandor said as he grabbed Keira by the shoulder and tossed her onto her stomach on the bed. Keira reached behind her and shoved her hand against Sandor's armored chest. "Don't fucking touch me!" Keira snarled, barring her teeth like a cornered animal. Sandor simply laughed as he looked down at her with an amused gaze.

"What will you do, little wolf?" Sandor questioned in amusement as he shoved his pants down his legs before yanking the skirt of Keira's nightgown over her hips, he let out a hum of approval at the sight of her pussy. "Freshly shaved, it's as if you knew." Sandor proved with a smug smirk, grabbing Keira's arms and pinning them behind her back harshly. Keira hissed in pain, and she could feel angry tears threatening to spill. "Please, Ser!-"

"Ser?! I am no Ser! I am a dog, remember?!" Sandor raised his voice now; it was filled with venom. "And you are my little wolf. A little breeding bitch." Sandor said with a smirk, even though he truthfully didn't care to have children. That's not why he was doing this. It was for the pleasure. Hot and angry tears rolled down Keira's cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly. "Please, don-..Ah!" Keira's pleads were interrupted when she felt Sandor pushing the head of his cock into her cunt. She wished she could say she was dry as a desert, but that would be a lie.

"Seven hells," Sandor growled through gritted teeth when the woman's walls clenched around his cock. He grunted softly as he sheathed himself deep inside of her, balls deep. Keira couldn't stop the moan that escaped her. Sandor raised his brow and smirked widely, "Are you enjoying this, little wolf?" The Hound mocked her, which caused Keira to glare back at him, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. "Fuck you." Keira snarled which Sandor wiggled his hips inside of her, "You are." Sandor responded with a wide and cruel grin.

Sandor gripped Keira by both of her forearms and began to pull her back against his hips, pounding into her. The movement made the bed shake, the bedpost clanging against the wall with each thrust. Moans were being dragged out of Keira's mouth as she screwed her eyes shut, Sandor grunted along with each thrust. "What would your brother think?” Sandor mocked her as he thrusted harshly into her, drawing a sob of a moan out of the woman. “Hell, what would your father think? Perhaps he is looking upon you now, seeing you clenching your cunt around my cock.” Sandor continued with mocking Keira.

Keira cried out softly as she screwed her eyes shut even tighter, Sandor thrusted even harder into her which Keira could feel the tip of Sandor’s cock surely bruising her cervix. The sudden pain caused her body to jolt forward which caused Sandor to snarl, “Where do you think you’re going? Stay right here, little wolf.” Sandor chuckled out as he gripped her forearms even tighter as he pounded into her.

Keira could feel her stomach twisting and tightening, she felt the way her insides warmed up. Keira let out a loud and drawn out moan when she came around Sandor’s cock. Sandor let out a breathy laugh as he continues with his harsh and quick thrusts. Until he sheathed himself deep inside her, releasing his sperm deep inside of her. Keira could feel Sandor’s thick cock throbbing from inside of her as he emptied himself within her. Sandor pat Keira’s ass before leaning down, whispering into her ear.

“What a good bitch..you’re a natural.” Sandor chuckled out as he pulled himself out of her and he grabbed a cloth, wiping himself off before tossing the dirtied cloth onto the bed beside Keira. “Clean yourself up.” He said in a stoic tone before pulling his pants up. Keira glared at Sandor before sitting up with a wince and she smacked Sandor across the face. Sandor and Keira both seemed to freeze, staring at one another. Both stunned that she had done so. Sandor grabbed Keira by the jaw, yanking her close to him. “You only get one of those. Next time, I’ll fuck your skull.” Sandor warned Keira with narrowed eyes, gritting his teeth angrily before shoving her back onto the bed harshly.

Sandor then exited the room, leaving Keira to clean herself and comfort herself. Keira grabbed the dirtied cloth with a scowl, glaring down at it as she squeezed it in her fist with a snarl. She took a deep breath as she looked at the door that Sandor had exited from, tears flowing down her cheeks before she inhaled sharply. “Winter is coming.” Keira whispered softly as she clenched her jaw before she began to clean herself.

#sandor clegane #the hound #oc #original female characters #game of thrones #game of thrones the hound #the hound got #sandor clegane x reader #smut #non con #dub con

[turtle-paced]

What is the difference between what Robb was doing in the Westerlands in ACOK and what Tywin was doing in the Riverlands? I feel like the Narrative is trying to tell us they’re different and that what Tywin was doing is outside the norm but I’m kinda confused

He went on to tell how the remnants of Ser Stafford's host had fallen back on Lannisport. Without siege engines there was no way to storm Casterly Rock, so the Young Wolf was paying the Lannisters back in kind for the devastation they'd inflicted on the riverlands. Lords Karstark and Glover were raiding along the coast, Lady Mormont had captured thousands of cattle and was driving them back toward Riverrun, while the Greatjon had seized the gold mines at Castamere, Nunn's Deep, and the Pendric Hills. 

Catelyn V, ACoK

Now, even in this passage, there's differences. The raids Robb has been conducting are aimed at Tywin's supply - coastal towns, cattle, and gold. There's targeting there, some evaluation of their military value. As opposed to Tywin's policy of "see a field, burn a field" policy in the Riverlands, which is purely inflicting suffering on civilians because fuck the person who's nominally in charge of them. Robb's raids cause collateral damage and that's bad; with Tywin the pain of ordinary people is the point and that's worse.

Also, to be blunt, Tywin started it. It sounds petty, but it's another important note with Tywin. His actions force escalation and damage the chances of restoring peace. Given the chance, Robb would be leaving well enough alone. Tywin, not so much.

What I think the narrative is ultimately trying to say is that Robb is a different person to Tywin - but what I see here is that it doesn't make much difference to random smallfolk whose lives have been upended. Or just ended.

Tywin and Robb can be different, with Robb clearly a better option than Tywin, and they can still both be doing things that are bad for the common people.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #robb stark #tywin lannister #a clash of kings

[isefyres]

NEW ADDED MUSES:

Lady Jonelle Cerwyn. Jonelle Cerwyn is a member of House Cerwyn and is the daughter of Lord Medger Cerwyn. After the deaths of her father, Medger,and her brother, Cley, Jonelle has become the Lady of Cerwyn. Despite being under Bolton's control, Jonelle remains truth to her oath to the Starks.

Ser Kyle Condon. House Condon is a noble house from the north. Ser Kyle Condon is considered the right hand man of Lord Medger Cerwyn. Upon the lord's death, he becomes a knight at the service of Lady Jonelle.

Lady Cerenna Lannister. A noblewoman of House Lannister and the daughter of Ser Stafford Lannister and Myranda Lefford. She is the middle sister of Daven Lannister and acting lady in Lannisport. She is meant to make her way to Casterly Rock for safety.

Lady Alys Karstark. Is a noblewoman of House Karstark and is the only daughter of Rickard Karstark, Lord of Karhold. Upon her father's death and a small civil war with her uncle, Alys is now Head of House Karstark, having converted to the religion of R'hllor.

Cedrick Florent. One of the Queen Selyse's men and youngest cousin. He was meant to marry one of the wieldings or a northern lady by order of his cousin. Cedrick is said to be one of the new men able to fight with two swords proficiently at the same time.

Medea Whitecoat. Medea is a wielding who married Merrel Whitecoat of the Queen's Men. The new founded Whitecoat House lost their lord as Merrel lost his life in battle, leaving Medea as the head of the recently founded house.

#out of character ╲ when you play the game › mun. #artwork╲ houses › mutuals can interact. #anyways come love me

[west1rosi]

LADY DESMERA REDWY.NE: LADY OF HOUSE REDWYN.E AND COUSIN OF MARGAER.Y TYRELL.

Desmera Redwyne is a member of House Redwyne and is the daughter and youngest child of Lord Paxter Redwyne and Mina Tyrell. Lord Randyll Tarly hoped for his son and heir, Samwell, to be taken as Lord Paxter's page at the Arbor and in due time be betrothed to Desmera.

Ser Daven Lannister mentions how his father, Ser Stafford, had been negotiating with Lord Paxter Redwyne about a marriage between the nicely-dowered Desmera to Daven. Lord Tywin Lannister, however, promised a marriage between Daven and an unspecified female member of House Frey, after Lord Walder Frey changes sides in the War of the Five Kings and joins House Lannister.

After her second prospect was one again ripped from her, Desmera moves to be a lady of the court and a guest of her cousin, Margaery Tyrell. Desmera is an avid wine and ale expert due to her family's exploits and is also a ward of her cousin Willas Tyrell, who is now the main man that searches for her next match.

please do not reblog or interact unless we are mutuals!

#⸻ . ✷ ❛ artworks ❜ 〉mutuals can interact . #⸻ . ✷ ❛ desmera redwyne❜ 〉spotted reds . #behold my lady !

[fandomficsnstuff]

Wolves And Hounds-8

(Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst)

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Karliah had just arrived with Sansa, her hand in hers in silent comfort until she was ripped from her grasp, Sansa trying to reach for her, as did Karliah, but a guard held her back, stopping her from following her niece, forcing her to watch as her niece was shoved to the floor by one of the guards and the only reason why Karliah didn’t spring forward was because that damn bolt on that damn crossbow was faster than she was, her heart racing as she looked from the boy king to her niece who was sobbing on the floor. “You’re here to answer for your brother’s latest treasons.”

“Your Grace, please-”

“I wasn’t talking to you” Joffrey snapped at Karliah, the guard still holding her back, Joffrey slowly moving the crossbow to aim at her and her heart calmed down now that her niece was out of immediate danger. “Although… he is your nephew…” Joffrey wondered aloud, scoffing with a smirk when he noticed how Karliah was almost ready to die, moving the crossbow back at Sansa and Karliah strained against her guard a little, glaring at the boy king who seemed to revel in the torment he was inflicting on both of them. 

“Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part, you know that. I beg you-”

“Ser Lancel, tell her and her aunt of this outrage.”

“Using some vile sorcery your brother,” he turned to Karliah in the crowd “your nephew,” he turned back to Sansa “fell on stafford Lannister with an army of wolves! Thousands of good men were butchered” Lancel announced, the crowd murmuring and Karliah wanted to scoff. Sorcery?? An army of wolves?! What had these people been eating?!

“After the slaughter, the Northmen feasted on the flesh of the fallen” Lancel added even louder, Karliah scoffing with outrage, a smile on her lips in disbelief. They were not the Thenn from beyond the Wall!

“Killing you would send your brother a message…” Joffrey wondered aloud, Karliah struggled a little more against the guard at his words, until she saw that Joffrey lowered his crossbow “but my mother insist on keeping you alive, and your aunt… stand” he ordered as he put down the crossbow and sat on the Iron Throne, Karliah looking towards her niece who looked at her with a tear stricken face, standing when Karliah gave a subtle nod, silently and wordlessly telling her to obey the order. “So, we’ll have to send your brother a message another way” Joffrey stated casually “Meryn” Joffrey called and Karliah frowned in slight confusion, her heart beginning to race again as she followed Meryn’s movements carefully. “Leave her face, I like her pretty” Joffrey ordered and Karliah flinched as Sansa was punched in the gut, leaving her bending over in shock, holding her stomach and Karliah felt her blood boil, even more so when he unsheathed his sword and smacked it against her legs, making her stumble to the ground in pain. “Meryn, my Lady is overdressed. Unburden her” Joffrey ordered as he stood up and walked closer to get a better view of the torment and abuse, and Meryn ripped the back of Sansa’s dress. “If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we’re going to have to speak LOUDER!!” Meryn was lifting his sword to strike at her again when Karliah had finally wrestled herself free, sprinting forward and draping herself over her niece to take the blow, arms wrapped around her niece to take the hit for her, to shelter her from the pain. As the doors opened, both Sansa and Karliah, and everyone else, turned, Karliah cradling the back of Sansa’s head against her chest, still allowing her to move it, of course, but ready to pull her down and cover her like a shield again at any moment.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Tyrion asked just as he entered, hurrying towards the scene in front of him, taking note of the utter horror on Sansa’s face, her red and puffy eyes, cheeks wet from tears, Karliah between her and Ser Meryn, a look of finality in her eyes… as though she’d accept even death if it was to shield her niece. “What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?!” Tyrion asked with spite as he reached Meryn, Sansa looking away from the Lannister to bury her face in Karliah’s arm, Karliah more than happy to oblige and hold her close. “The kind who serves his King, Imp!-”

“Careful, now, we don’t want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak” Bronn stated casually and Karliah looked up at him, his eyes meeting hers for a brief second before Karliah looked back at Sansa, continuing to cradle and shelter her. “Someone get the girl something to cover herself with!” Tyrion ordered and Karliah was ready to damn near strip until she was as bare as the day she was born to give Sansa something when she heard a slight tear of fabric, looking up at Sandor as he approached, having ripped off his white cloak, walking over and draping it over Sansa, Karliah helping getting it to cover her niece as much as possible, her eyes meeting Sandor’s, her mind taking her back to the empty corridor where she cried, after Jory’s death… she remembered his kind touch, although it was a bit stiff. The cold of his armour on her burning cheek, his arm around her… her heart raced and she quickly looked away and back to her niece, going back to pulling the cloak over Sansa’s shoulders and in front of her, wrapping it around her tightly, completely ignoring the current conversation between the Hand and the King, her focus solely on her niece, cupping her cheek and making her look away from Joffrey, her thumb gently wiping away a falling tear, shushing her. Her focus returned to the world around the two when Tyrion approached, a hand outstretched to show he meant her no harm as he circled to be at Sansa’s side, yet still in front of her. He carefully offered her a hand and Sansa turned to Karliah, Karliah studying Tyrion, the genuine and sincere look in his eyes, and she looked back at Sansa, giving her an encouraging nod and Sansa took his hand, letting him help her stand up. Karliah followed, about to walk away with Sansa when Joffrey spoke up “You! Lady Stark! You’re staying, I’m not finished with you!” he ordered and Sansa turned to look at Karliah with horror, Karliah taking a subtle yet deep breath before looking at Sansa, giving her an encouraging nod to walk off with Tyrion, which she did after hesitating.

Karliah watched them leave, only turning back around to face Joffrey when she was out of the courtroom and she had to admit, she enjoyed the way Joffrey was seething, his breathing heavy as his face was almost red with anger. He grabbed his crossbow, aiming it at Karliah but she just stood there, she even took a small step closer to him, as though encouraging him. Encouraging him to try and take the shot. To try and kill her. To try and invoke the wrath of all of house Stark and the North. Ned Stark may have been dead, Arya Stark may have been missing, but Karliah Stark was still very much alive and like the Dornish, she was unbowed, unbent and unbroken. He smirked after a while, lowering the crossbow as a wicked idea popped into his head. “What am I to do with you?” he asked himself aloud, Karliah biting back a snarky remark, merely remaining silent as she stared at him, unaware that Sandor was staring at her, but Joffrey seemed to notice. “Hound, I believe Lady Stark is overdressed. Unburden her” he ordered, Sandor’s jaw clenching and he turned to look at his king, his heart racing for some stupid reason that he hated and he looked back at Karliah, seeing her give him a subtle nod. Apparently it wasn’t subtle enough, because Joffrey noticed as Sandor stepped closer, knife ready to cut her clothes from her body. “Stop… I have a far better punishment in mind” he muttered with a wicked smirk, Karliah frowning at him “Stark doesn’t quite seem to suit you, Lady Karliah… I think… Clegane would suit you much better” he stated and Karliah’s jaw clenched, Joffrey smirking, turning to Ser Meryn “I believe Ser Gregor remains unmarried?” he asked and Meryn smirked “he is, Your Grace. As is Lady Stark” he stated loudly and Karliah felt her blood boil, stepping forward, Sandor stopping her with what looked to be a threat, but his eyes were surprisingly soft… “I will not marry Gregor Clegane” she stated loudly, Joffrey raising his crossbow at her “are you defying your King?” he asked calmly, as though it was all boring to him and Karliah clenched her jaw tightly, her breath heavy and her eyes flickered to Sandor, to the burns on his face before looking back at Joffrey. “Ser Meryn, find Grandmaester Pycelle and tell him to send word to Ser Gregor Clegane, I believe he has a wedding to attend to” Joffrey stated casually, lowering the crossbow with a smirk and Karliah was shaking with rage by now. “I will not marry Gregor Clegane.”

“He’s a knight, you should be honoured-”

“I will not marry Gregor Clegane!!” she shouted loudly and defiantly, Sandor gripping her arm tightly, glaring at her in warning and she glared right back at him. “Let. Go” she ordered, Sandor just tightening his grip on her, making her more infuriated “I will not become the third wife that your brother has murdered” she growled, Sandor tightening his grip on her arm again until she hissed in obvious pain “you will do as the King commands” he growled and she was ready to punch him when Joffrey scoffed loudly with amusement. “Perhaps there is a better match” he muttered aloud and both of them looked at the boy king, Karliah with utter defiance and anger and Sandor with hidden disgust. Why couldn’t she just-... not talk?? Not rebel for five minutes? Just five fucking minutes?

“Hound, you’ve been loyal to me, obeying every order I have given you. I believe you’re due a reward, a bone” he stated with amusement and Karliah’s eyes widened “I will not be married off like a whore!” she shouted loudly, Joffrey seeming to take extraordinary delight in this “I must congratulate you, Lady Stark, never before has a Kingsgarde been allowed to marry” he stated loudly and people began to murmur, Sandor studying Karliah and her outrage before turning his head towards the king “Your Grace-”

“No need to thank me, Hound. A woman as pretty as her…” he trailed off and Karliah felt nauseous at the way he eyed her, her body “she’ll make a fine wife, once you’ve broken her in, of course” he stated casually and Karliah almost leaped at him, probably intending to tear out his throat with her teeth, but Sandor once again caught her, dragging her out of the throne room while Joffrey watched with utter amusement and delight as Karliah continued to struggle against Sandor.

He dragged her all the way to her quarters, only letting go once they were inside and instantly she jumped him, slapping him and hitting his chest with an unmatched fury. “I WILL NOT BE SOLD LIKE A COMMON WHORE!” she screamed and punched and tried to kick him until eventually he grabbed her by her shoulders, holding her still as she glared up at him “quiet, woman! Don’t you get it?! Neither of us have a choice-”

“Oh, how terrible it must be for you, Hound, to have a woman be your personal slave for whenever and whatever you want!!”

“What are you-”

“You’re a man, Sandor!! You can walk about and do whatever you want, whore whoever you want! I’m a woman!! Don’t you understand that?! I’m meant for nothing but breeding!!” she screamed and pushed away from him, getting out of his grip, glaring daggers at him. “I will NOT marry you. I WILL NOT MARRY ANY MAN!!” she shouted loudly “I AM NOT A WHORE! I AM NOT A BROODMARE!” she shouted, her chest heaving up and down with rage and anger and Sandor scoffed “you will do as you’re told, woman. You don’t have a choice-”

“Finally. You’re finally getting what it’s like to be a woman” she hissed before shaking her head “I will not marry you, Sandor Clegane!”

“And what do you think he’ll do to that niece of yours if you refuse?!” he hissed and this seemed to make her stop. Stop everything. Stop blinking, stop moving, stop talking, stop breathing… And she hated how right he was. What wouldn’t he do to Sansa if she refused this order?

“Seven Hells!” Karliah cussed as she turned her back to him, face in her hands, tears burning her eyes as she allowed herself a moment of utter anguish before forcing a cold facade, looking up at him and he was shocked to see the actual tears in her eyes, a look of anger and spite, disgust, the realisation making his forgotten heart clench… she was disgusted by him… of course she was, why would he ever think otherwise? Of course she found him disgusting... Of course, how could he be so stupid as to think otherwise? To hope for anything else? Even if he wasn’t even aware that he was thinking it.

“I doubt I’ll have a moment alone to myself ever again, so I ask to be alone now… please” she asked quietly, keeping her gaze on the floor as the door opened and then closed. The second it was closed, she felt her legs give out under her, a chair luckily catching her instead of the floor, her stomach turning and she felt as though she had fallen ill, except no fever could take her from this nightmare.

#got #game of thrones #got fic #game of thrones fanfic #karliah stark #sandor clegane #sandor x karliah #sandor x oc #Wolves And Hounds

[goodqueenaly]

@publiusmaximum reblogged your post “What might hypothetically happen if a Lord...”

House Lannister is in a bit of a bind in the near future:

Cercie refuses to wed (and thus have legitimate children) again.

Lancel and Jamie are part of celibate knightly orders.

Tyrion is an attainted traitor.

Tyrek is missing.

Tommen is alive... But he's not a Lannister King, he's a Baratheon King.

Who does that leave for when Cercie dies without a new legitimate child? Martyn, I guess? Or one of his kids?

House Lannister is looking at extinction in the near term. Unless I'm missing something.

Oh, I’m not worried about the continuation of House Lannister. You’re certainly right that the line of Tywin (legitimate, anyway - again, hi Dancy and Marei) may well be headed for extinction: Cersei’s doom has been long prophesied (as has the doom of her children, even if they were considered legitimate), and I don’t love the odds of Jaime or Tyrion surviving the series (much less having legitimate children of their own). However, Tytos’ other (male-line) grandchildren are a bit of a question mark: again, I agree that Lancel is permanently out of the running (and, I think, not long for this world anyway), but the ultimate fates of Martyn (Kevan’s son, last mentioned by Genna as a possible replacement groom for Amerei Frey in the newly Lannister-sponsored holding of Darry) and Janei (Kevan’s toddler daughter, presumably still with her mother Dorna in the westerlands), as well as Tyrek (missing, but I think too often mentioned to be left as simply an open mystery) are as yet unknown. And that’s without mentioning the female-line descendants of Tytos Lannister via his only daughter, Genna: assuming any of them survive the series, such Lannister-Freys could make a claim on the basis of their relation to Lord Tytos (as Genna herself predicts might happen with Riverrun, if Robert Arryn would be tempted to make a claim to the holding of his maternal Tully grandfather).

And all of that is only discussing Tytos’ (legitimate) line (which of course excludes Joy Hill, the bastard daughter of Gerion Lannister). Tytos’ younger brother, Jason, has quite a few descendants around in the era of the main novels, from both his first marriage to Alys Stackspear and his second marriage to Marla Prester (not counting, once again, his own bastard daughter). Indeed, Jason has at least two living male-line grandsons today (Damion, the son of his eldest son, Damon (who himself might still be alive), and Daven, the son of his son Stafford), as well as a male-line great-grandson (Damion’s son Lucion). Nor indeed does this count include Jason’s other sons by Marla Prester (and whatever children they may have or may have had), or Jason’s female and female-line descendants (such as his other two daughters by Marla (and whatever children they have or may have had), Daven’s sisters Cerenna and Myrielle, and Damion’s daughter Lanna, with Jast sons of her own). 

And that is only going to the (known, legitimate) descendants of Lord Damon Lannister, the “Grey Lion”. We don’t have a Lannister family tree beyond Damon, and while F&B certainly added more Lannisters, there is nevertheless a definite gap between young Lord Loreon Lannister (who is about 10 when F&B concludes in 136 AC) and Lord Damon Lannister (who was lord around the turn of the third century AC). There could be any number of Lannisters of Casterly Rock out there that are simply beyond our scope of knowledge for the moment.

In the words of Catelyn, “The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were a damnably large and fertile house”. 

#tumblr replies #house lannister

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 32 SANSA III (pages 440-448)

Joffrey has Sansa stripped and beaten in front of the court until Tyrion steps in.

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"Tell me what I've done." "Not you. Your kingly brother."

ah. damn. That's not good. This is going to be an entire proxy thing, and Joffrey is not going to be in any kind of mood to be emotionally readjusted.

"Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of demon wargs, not three days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain."

wow. That's impressive how much bullshit it takes to soothe your ego. "oh they can't have beaten us by normal means, we're too awesome to fall to anything less than sorcery and treachery UwU"

Oh and listen to this boy brag about killing a starving peasant.

"Leave her face," Joffrey commanded. "I like her pretty." ... "Boros, make her naked."

Oh! there's the scene, iirc they moved this in the show, to when Tyrion first arrived at King's Landing, it was his big hero entrance. I think I actually commented when he showed up during the Dontos at the birthday party scene, instead of this one.

Also: holy shit that's brutal, this is so many kinds of assault.

This is an el- no she's... twelve? now? Irrelevant, this is a literal child they are publicly stripping and beating. She should not have to go through this. No one should. No, you know what?

Suddenly, the Iron Throne exploded, the swords which had comprised it rending apart and flying through the room, slaying Joffrey and is minions where they stood, but leaving Sansa unharmed. "What the fuck?" Tyrion asked from the door, but Sansa could only stare in horror. "Right... Not drunk enough for this," Tyrion decided, and had Sansa gently escorted back to her rooms. ... "And then what happened m'lord?" Shae asked as Tyrion brushed her hair in their villa. "And then I messaged Robb and arranged an exchange of prisoners, Sansa is on her way to be traded for Jaime, and my father is on his way here to be hand, and I am going to be lord of Casterly Rock. What do you say, would you like to be a lady?" "Mmmm, alright."

And so everyone lived happily ever after, and Arya made her way home in a slightly unrelated adventure and the girls were never harmed, or scared, or hungry ever again.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Yep, there's Tyrion, here to use his powers (invulnerability to the normal side-effects of mocking and berating the king) for Good.

"Someone give the girl something to cover herself with," the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.

I imagine that's the relief. The fact that this is signalling that you're safe again for the time being, both physically and mentally giving you something to hold onto.

"I am not threatening the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timmet, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him." The dwarf smiled. "Now that was a threat, ser. See the difference?" Ser Boros turned a dark shade of red. "The queen will hear of this."

and yet I notice a distinct lack of Boros being killed in the following moments.

Ohhh, hello? no "i'm loyal to my beloved Joffrey" "Sansa you may outlive us all" moment? She's in shock and suffering emotionally, instead of having a moment of quiet girlboss? Oh right, GRRM does foreshadowing and character growth like an actual writer instead of ... whatever the heck D&D were doing. "but we had her be tough and sassy for a whole line here, that's totally foreshadowing for- oh no, we've foreshadowed too much and now everyone will know our plan! The one that we don't even know!!"

"You have a right to know why Joffrey was so wroth. -"

oh my gosh, what is happening? someone giving Sansa valid information? Making sure she knows what's going on? Treating her like a person and not a mushroom?! (Kept in the dark and fed shit) Oh my gosh, this is, I need a moment.

Don't think this will make me ship you two, Tyrion. (One thing I did enjoy about season 8 was the 'amicably divorced still friends' energy they had for about a scene, I feel like that should be their relationship goal, it's just a pity they couldn't skip the 'married' part of the divorce.)

The sad thing is, that in so far as it goes, Tyrion is the closest thing Sansa has to a genuine ally, if only because Tyrion can see more tan Joffrey how the war is going to affect things, and because he's not a total monster. (I'm likely going to be taking this back later when we get in his brain space after the wedding, I'm aware.)

Not that Dontos isn't trying, but... I get the vibe that he wants something, and that's not just because he was working for Petyr in the show. Sandor also, seems like an ally, but again, he clearly wants something, the same something. (we're not even going to pretend like Petyr is subtle. And who knows what Varys wants, they all pawns to him, and I don't even think he's playing chess.)

At the moment, Tyrion is more interested in how Sansa can help stop the war, which let's be honest, isn't very much, this is way bigger than her now, and Tyrion has Shae to keep his other interests.

You know, I think reading this scene, it really helped that I knew help was coming, because I don't think I would have done well otherwise. Joffrey and 'friends' certainly would have found themselves dying in a few more spontaneous AUs.

And she's still determined to go to the Godswood, still holding on to the hope that she can get out of there. She is being so brave, and enduring so much, and not breaking.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #sansa stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

[ladystoneboobs]

so, when it comes to jaime’s kingslaying, obviously most of us agree it was justified and jaime had good intentions, but that doesn’t mean all characters in-story can be expected to understand that, no questions asked. we know that ned stark, robert-apologist and sometime-cersei-sympathizer, is not as rigidly self-righteous and judgmental as jaime imagines him, so maybe we should think outside jaime’s pov to consider ned’s perspective. 

never once does ned say or think aerys should never have been killed, his problem is thinking jaime had no right to be the one to kill him, and ned has no reason to assume jaime had a good motive to do so. imagine if the tyrells/tywin had not been there to save the day during the battle of blackwater and then joffrey was killed by one of his own kingsguard after it was clear the battle was inevitably lost. that would be somewhat equivalent to what ned thought he found after/during the sack of king’s landing, that the kingsguard (who theoretically would be the regime’s most loyal supporters by their own chosen membership) all stayed loyal til the very last minute when one of them killed the king, only after it was clear the city was lost and the rebels would have soon gotten the king anyway. 

as far as killing the murderer of ned’s father and elder brother goes, ned can only be ungrateful for that if jaime killed him just for that reason and ned knew that’s why he did so. jaime admits to catelyn he had his own reasons and was not acting as the starks’ avenger, though he does not elaborate on his actual reasons to such an unreceptive audience. it’s not as if anyone acted against aerys as rickard and brandon were being tortured to death. if a kingslaying had happened then, yeah ned would be an unnatural son and brother not to be happy about it and instead condemn the kingslayer. but a kingslaying however many months later under seemingly unrelated circumstances, without knowledge that anyone else’s lives were in danger from aerys that day? that could feel more like ned losing the chance for justice for his kin if he’d never get to see aerys made to answer for his crimes against house stark. (i’m reminded of jaime’s cousin daven thinking robb stole his chance for vengeance by killing rickard karstark, who killed daven’s father at oxcross. a bit of a more unreasonable position than ned’s considering robb publicly executed karstark for murdering lannister kids while ser stafford died “honorably” in battle just like karstark’s lost sons. yet jaime does not judge his cousin’s dissatisfaction, so at the least he is aware that killing an enemy who killed someone else’s kin will not automatically win you the appreciation and friendship of said surviving kin. or maybe it’s just different standards for lannisters.)

and ofc we cannot ignore the tywin factor, bc ned finding jaime in the throne room did not happen in a vacuum. jaime’s dad, a guy who already had his own mass murder theme song, had just taken the city by treachery and let his army brutally sack it. that same day, or maybe one not long after, tywin would present robert with the corpses of elia and her babies gift-wrapped in lannister cloaks. tywin’s own men were not surprised to find jaime on the throne as a kingslayer bc “Jaime had been Lord Tywin's son long before he had been named to the Kingsguard.” is it any wonder ned stark saw him in the same terms? (i’m convinced anyone else would have been questioned by ned in a shocked reaction.) and it’s not like jaime being tywin’s son had nothing to do with the kingslaying.* the mad king’s last order to jaime and his last words with jaime were about killing tywin. as jaime sat on the throne, being found first by lannister men, he gave them commands as a lannister which he really was in no position to make without being part of their army. he gave them good orders, yes, and he had other reasons for killing aerys besides his father, and even if he didn’t betraying a tyrannical king rather than murdering your own father is pretty understandable, but the point is, jaime as a kingsguard can never be neatly seperated from jaime as tywin lannister’s son.** by what right does the wolf judge the lion? maybe papa lion’s bloody teeth and claws gave others a little right to judge. (just as ned later claims the right to judge the lannisters and robert both bc he’s the only one of them with relatively clean hands.)

however, it’s not just lannister pride which makes jaime assume the worst of ned’s judgment, thinking he’d condemn jaime no matter what he said, just as ned assumed the worst of jaime’s motives, never imagining they could be much different from his father’s. jaime had spent his entire early kingsguard career being told that his moral impulses were wrong. it was wrong to want to protect rhaella when she cried out in pain if aerys was the one hurting her. wrong to even show discomfort as aerys burned men alive bc it was not jaime’s right to judge the king. (hmm, it’s like there’s a pattern here.) and i’m sure there were numerous other instances like that in the daily shitshow that must have been serving aerys. then jaime finally breaks free of that learned helplessness and acts according to what he feels is right when he kills the king. and he’s still judged! by a guy who wasn’t even in the kingsguard, one of the leading rebels, no less! it must have felt to jaime like he couldn’t win either way. so jaime reverts to his standard response to kingsguard trauma: shutting up about aerys and trying to bury that shit. (he wasn’t entirely wrong when he told brienne he still had to keep the king’s secrets) and from then on he decided there was no use in doing the right thing, no matter which knightly vow you wanted to keep, and it wasn’t worth it even to try. we know he was wrong about that, so it’s not a leap that he was wrong to group ned in with the likes of gerold hightower and jonothor darry. just as it wasn’t accurate to liken roose bolton to ned back at harrenhal, however valid jaime’s feelings were enduring all of those cold gazes.

was ned unfair to judge all lannisters for tywin’s sins? yes. was it unfair of anyone to think a 15yo choosing to swear his life away fully knew what he was doing and could never question his loyalty the way others without those sacred vows could have limits to theirs? yes, ofc! just as it was not justice to kill a man for running in overwhelming fear from unstoppable monsters nobody had faced in thousands of years, nor is it just to kill a “madman” who ran with hallucinations brought on by trauma (which is basically what ned thought he was doing with gared). ned can take too many things for granted without questioning enough in his society, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have thought differently if he knew jaime’s story about the wildfire plot or if he knew gared was telling the truth about the white walkers. this is a guy who thought “oh no, what have i done?” when he realized the full significance of killing sansa’s wolf. the same guy who committed treason multiple times against both of his kings, including betraying his bff to protect the frickin’ lannisters. ned was not as harsh and unyielding as say, stannis, nor was he such a hypocrite to think only he could break laws to save innocents. he and jaime just did not have the knowledge to understand each other and both assumed the worst.

*and while ned was laughably wrong to think jaime sitting on the throne was due to jaime’s own royal ambition, he also wasn’t totally wrong to notice the position and be unable to forget it. everyone talks about how damned uncomfortable the iron throne is so i’d say any one of all those steps leading up would make a more convenient seat. jaime sitting there was not a thoughtless choice. when he’s asked if he wants to name a new king, he considered it, not declaring for robert or his father, but knowing he did not want to allow another targ king, and waiting for someone else to claim the throne from him. it’s like trying to take responsibility for the political aftermath trapped him with the kingslayer reputation.

**no, jaime, nobody cares that you weren’t actually wearing the white armor during the kingslaying when you never left the kingsguard. all the obvious symbolism in jaime’s story would be a bit too on the nose if it weren’t there for jaime’s sake as much as ours.

#asoiaf meta #valyrianscrolls #Jaime Lannister #Ned Stark #eddard stark #asoiaf #(c)lsb #i only really care about ned when it relates to other characters but then i feel like an expert #i already had this started in my drafts for some reason and finished it when i saw the topic on my dash again #(not totally unrelated: there's actually a certain character who makes me defensive for both ned and jaime.

[asongofsilks]

ASOIAF FANCASTING --> EVERY NAMED FEMALE CHARACTER ABOVE THE AGE OF FIVE, PART XIII

Cassella Vaith (b. approx. 140 AC): A Dornish noblewoman, she was among many hostages taken when King Daeron I conquered Dorne. Daeron's cousin Prince Aegon, who would later become king as Aegon IV, accompanied the hostages to King's Landing and became Cassella's lover. However, when Daeron was killed by the Dornish and the hostages were all to be executed, Aegon returned her to her place among them. Despite this callousness, Cassella never wed and still believed that one day Aegon would send for her again. Fancast: Gabriella Wilde.

Catelyn Bracken (main series era): Third daughter of Lord Jonos Bracken of Stone Hedge. Fancast: Brooke Shields.

Catelyn Tully (265-299 AC): Eldest daughter of Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun and his wife, Minisa Whent. She was betrothed to Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell, but when he died, she wed his younger brother Eddard instead. Catelyn and her younger sister Lysa had a double wedding during Robert's Rebellion, as a formal alliance between House Tully and the rebels was needed. After the rebellion, Catelyn went to live in Winterfell. There she forged a stable and loving relationship with her husband. They have five children together. Catelyn's eldest, Robb, is proclaimed King of the North upon his father's execution by King Joffrey. He is unbeaten in the field but is treacherously murdered by members of House Frey at the Red Wedding. Catelyn is slain there too, but when Beric Dondarrion and his men find her body, which has been dumped unceremoniously into the Green Fork, he gives her the last kiss of life and she arises again as Lady Stoneheart. She becomes the new leader of Dondarrion's outlaw band and leads them on a new path of vengeance. Fancast: Eleanor Tomlinson.

Cedra (main series era): A young servant at Sunspear. While Arianne Martell is imprisoned by her father after a failed attempt to crown Princess Myrcella as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she convinces Cedra to smuggle a letter out of Sunspear, but she is caught. Fancast: Lily Mo Sheen.

Celia Tully (b. approx. 225 AC): The daughter of the ruling Lord of Riverrun, she was betrothed to Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen, son of Aegon V, who would later become king as Jaehaerys II. However, the betrothal was broken by Jaehaerys, who married his sister, Shaera, out of love instead. Fancast: Charlotte Hope.

Cerelle Lannister (b. approx. 120 AC): Daughter of Lord Jason Lannister and his wife, Johanna Westerling. She had four sisters and one brother. She was presented to King Aegon III at the Maiden's Day Ball in King's Landing which was held for him to choose a bride. Tyland Lannister, who served for a time as Aegon's Hand after being tortured by Queen Rhaenyra during the Dance of the Dragons, was her uncle. Fancast: Joanne King.

Cerenna Lannister (b. approx. 280 AC): Daughter of Ser Stafford Lannister, the younger brother of Joanna Lannister, who was the wife and cousin of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock. Cerenna is the younger sister of Ser Daven Lannister. She also has a sister, Myrielle. Fancast: Nina Dobrev.

Cerissa Brax (b. approx. 170 AC): Wife of Lord Damon Lannister of Casterly Rock, known as the Grey Lion. She had two sons, Tybolt and Gerold. When her husband passed away during the Spring Sickness, Tybolt became Lord of Casterly Rock. However, both he and his infant daughter, Cerelle, passed away under mysterious circumstances, and it was whispered that Gerold had poisoned them both. Gerold then became Lord of Casterly Rock. He was the father of Tytos Lannister and the grandfather of Tywin. Fancast: Anita Briem.

Cersei Frey (b. 293 AC): Youngest daughter of Raymund Frey, eleventh son of Lord Walder Frey, and his wife Beony Beesbury. She is one of the maidens presented to King Robb. She is nicknamed Little Bee, for her mother's house. Fancast: Jordana Beatty.

Cersei Lannister (b. 266 AC): Only daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock and sister to Jaime and Tyrion. Her father once promised her that she would wed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, but King Aerys II refused. After Aerys and Rhaegar's deaths and the fall of House Targaryen, Cersei wed the new king, Robert Baratheon. They have an extremely unhappy marriage until Robert is killed in a hunting accident orchestrated by Cersei. Their three children, Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, have actually been fathered by Jaime, Cersei's twin brother. It is this that leads to the War of the Five Kings, since King Robert has no trueborn offspring and both his brothers decide to fight for the throne. The Lannisters make an alliance with House Tully in order to defend against Stannis Baratheon, but after the death of King Joffrey at his wedding to Margaery Tyrell, Cersei begins to fall apart. Upon Lord Tywin's death at the hands of Tyrion, Cersei assumes the rule of the Seven Kingdoms as regent for her son Tommen. However, her paranoia, egotism, and tendency to trust the wrong people lead to tension with the Tyrells and estrangement from Jaime. Cersei embarks on a plot to get Margaery, who is now married to Tommen, accused of adultery, but it backfires on her when the High Septon tortures Osney Kettleblack into revealing the truth. In order to get back to the Red Keep, Cersei confesses to having had adulterous relationships with men and undergoes a naked walk of atonement. However, she is still to be tried for more serious crimes. Fancast: Anastasia Tsilimpiou.

Ceryse Hightower (2-45 AC): Daughter of Lord Hightower of Oldtown and first wife of Maegor Targaryen, who later became king after usurping his brother's son. Ceryse had no children with Maegor, leading him to take another wife polygamously. Ceryse returned to Oldtown, but when Maegor claimed the throne they reunited and she agreed to accept his other wives. Ceryse died suddenly, and it was rumoured that she had been killed after the king ordered her tongue cut out. Fancast: Aurora Ruffino.

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#asoiaf fancast #valyrianscrolls #cersei lannister #cersei frey #catelyn tully #catelyn bracken #ceryse hightower #cerissa brax #cerenna lannister #cerelle daughter of johanna #celia tully #cedra #cassella vaith #asoiaf fashion #allfancasts

[persephone-lancaster]

House Lannister

Lord Tywin Lannister - Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport and Warden of the West. Father of Ser Jaime, Queen Cersei and Lord Tyrion. Grandfather of Princess Visenya and Prince Daeron.

Ser Jaime Lannister - Member of the Kingsguard. Son of Tywin. Twin of Queen Cersei and Brother of Lord Tyrion. Uncle of Princess Visenya and Prince Daeron.

Queen Cersei Lannister - Dowager Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Daughter of Tywin. Twin of Ser Jaime and Sister of Lord Tyrion. Widow of Rhaegar I and Mother of Prince Joffrey (Deceased), Princess Visenya and Prince Daeron.

Lord Tyrion Lannister - Master of Infrastructure. Youngest Son of Tywin. Brother of Ser Jaime and Queen Cersei. Uncle of Princess Visenya and Prince Daeron.

Ser Kevan Lannister - Viceroy of Lys. Brother of Tywin. Husband of Dorna and Father of Lancel, Willem, Martyn and Janei.

Lady Dorna Swyft - Vicereine of Lys. Wife of Kevan. Mother of Lancel, Willem, Martyn and Janei.

Ser Lancel Lannister - Squire to Ser Gerold. Eldest Son of Kevan and Dorna. Nephew of Tywin.

Willem Lannister - Second Son of Kevan and Dorna. Nephew of Tywin.

Martyn Lannister - Third Son of Kevan and Dorna. Nephew of Tywin.

Janei Lannister - Daughter of Kevan and Dorna. Niece of Tywin.

Lady Genna Lannister - Sister of Tywin. Wife of Emmon Frey and Mother of Cleos, Lyonel, Tion and Walder Frey.

Tyrek Lannister - Son of Ser Tygett Lannister (Deceased) and Lady Darlessa Marbrand. Nephew of Tywin.

Joy Hill - Natural Daughter of Geriot Lannister (Deceased). Niece of Tywin.

Ser Damion Lannister - Captain of the Lannister Household Guard. Cousin of Ser Jaime, Queen Cersei and Lord Tyrion. Husband of Lady Shiera and Father of Lucion and Lanna.

Lady Shiera Crakehall - Wife of Ser Damion. Mother of Lucion and Lanna.

Ser Lucion Lannister - Son of Ser Damion and Lady Shiera.

Lanna Lannister - Daughter of Ser Damion and Lady Shiera.

Ser Stafford Lannister - Good-brother of Lord Tywin. Uncle of Ser Jaime, Queen Cersei and Lord Tyrion. Husband of Lady Myranda Lefford and Father of Daven, Cerenna and Myrielle.

Lady Myranda Lefford - Wife of Ser Stafford. Mother of Daven, Cerenna and Myrielle.

Ser Daven Lannister - Son of Ser Stafford and Lady Myranda.

Lady Cerenna Lannister - Fourth Lady-in-Waiting to Princess Rhaenys. Eldest Daughter of Ser Stafford and Lady Myranda.

Myrielle Lannister- Youngest Daughter of Ser Stafford and Lady Myranda.

Household:

Maester Creylan - Maester of Casterly Rock

Ser Benedict Broom - Master-at-Arms of Casterly Rock

Whitesmile Wat - Bard of Casterly Rock

Walder Frey - Pageboy. Son of Emmon Frey and Genna Lannister. Nephew of Tywin.

Robert Brax - Pageboy. Son of Ser Flement Brax and Lady Morya Frey.

[mundoasoiaf]

"Os nortenhos penetraram no acampamento do meu tio e cortaram as amarrações de seus cavalos, e Lorde Stark enviou o lobo para o meio deles. Até os corcéis de batalha treinados para a guerra enlouqueceram. Cavaleiros foram pisoteados até a morte em seus pavilhões, e a plebe acordou aterrorizada e fugiu, sem armas para correr mais depressa. Sor Stafford foi morto enquanto perseguia um cavalo. Lorde Rickard Karstark enfiou uma lança em seu peito. Sor Rubert Brax também está morto, bem como Sor Lymund Vikary, Lorde Crakehall e Lorde Jast. Meia centena de outros foram feitos cativos, incluindo os filhos de Jast e meu primo Martyn Lannister. Os que sobreviveram andam espalhando histórias fantásticas, e juram que os antigos deuses do norte marcham com seu irmão." - A Fúria dos Reis // Sansa III

🎨: Tomasz Jedruszek

#north #asoiaf #westeros #asongoficeandfire #books #fanart #georgemartin #winterfell #thewall #wall #housestark #stark #winteriscoming #lannister #houselannister #hearmeroaf #lion #wolf

[turtle-paced]

"Whatever else Jaime thinks about the relationship, Lancel is a Lannister and Robert was not. That alone makes Lancel more worthy of Jaime’s consideration (to an extent) in Jaime’s eyes." - Damn, thanks for pointing this out also. For quite a while I'd thought Jaime was mostly exempt from this view of Tywin's that also influences the lannister kids. Interesting it also seems to persist past his de-handing too.

Oh no, Jaime's got that attitude bad. It doesn't show up quite so much in the vicious classism we see with Cersei and Tyrion (it’s there), because that's not exactly where Jaime's story takes him, but when he thinks about love...

"I've always loved my sister, and you owe me two answers. Do all my kin still live?"

"Ser Stafford Lannister was slain at Oxcross, I am told."

Jaime was unmoved. "Uncle Dolt, my sister called him. It's Cersei and Tyrion who concern me. As well as my lord father."

Catelyn VII, ACoK

 Why shouldn't I marry Cersei openly and share her bed every night? [...] It would play havoc with Joffrey's claim to the crown, to be sure, but in the end it had been swords that had won the Iron Throne for Robert, and swords could keep Joffrey there as well, regardless of whose seed he was. We could marry him to Myrcella, once we've sent Sansa Stark back to her mother. That would show the realm that the Lannisters are above their laws, like gods and Targaryens.

Jaime III, ASoS

In some ways I reckon he's got it the absolute worst, in that the way Tywin's lessons manifested in unhealthy love for his sister and unwillingness to care for anyone outside his immediate family. Lannisters are the only people worth Jaime's love. And only very specific Lannisters.

Jaime's got a lot to learn. A lot to unlearn as well.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jaime lannister #a clash of kings #a storm of swords