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The Dragon’s Cloak, Ch 5
The day before the wedding, Rhaegar showed Lyanna to her new chamber. She was nervous as she walked down the hallway with only Rhaegar and Ser Arthur, who stood guard by the door while Rhaegar ushered her inside. To her surprise, she liked the room. Unlike the rest of the castle, it wasn’t decorated in red and black, but rather in greys and lilacs, giving it a more soothing tone than the rest of the keep. The bed was hung in light blue silk that looked luxurious and delicate.
Rhaegar stood quietly by the fireplace while Lyanna surveyed the room. The tapestries were also unique. One showed Bran the Builder, ordering construction on the Wall. Another depicted a grove of weirwood trees covered in snow. Her favorite tapestry was of an achingly familiar sight.
“That’s Winterfell!” She recognized the image immediately, for someone had clearly drawn the plans for the tapestry from sight. It was the view of Winterfell from the little ridge on the King’s Road when the castle first came into sight.
“That’s the Broken Tower, and there’s the Great Keep and the armory!” Lyanna pointed out the buildings on the tapestry. The artist had done a fine job, weaving flecks of snow onto the castle’s rooves. “You can’t see it, but behind there are the glass gardens, so we have fresh vegetables all through the winter—and look you can see just the tops of the trees in the godswood!”
“You like it?” Rhaegar asked, moving to stand beside her.
Lyanna nodded. “It’s beautiful.”
“I had it made for you,” Rhaegar said softly. “I checked with your father to make sure the weaving was accurate.”
She was speechless at his words. It was a perfect wedding gift.
“I wanted you to have a little piece of your childhood home with you.”
She wrapped her arms around herself at his words. Her childhood home. It was her home no longer.
“While you are in the Red Keep, this will be your space. You can fill it with whatever you like. I hope you make the room comfortable for yourself.”
“Thank you,” Lyanna said. “This already feels more like home than anything else here.”
“Good. That was my intention.” Rhaegar smiled—a rare full smile devoid of the sadness that usually lingered in the prince’s looks. She quite liked the smile. It made him look younger, his eyes brighter, more purple than indigo. He reached out and tucked a hair behind her ear. For a moment, she held her breath, wondering if he would kiss her.
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The Dragon���s Cloak, Ch 5
The day before the wedding, Rhaegar showed Lyanna to her new chamber. She was nervous as she walked down the hallway with only Rhaegar and Ser Arthur, who stood guard by the door while Rhaegar ushered her inside. To her surprise, she liked the room. Unlike the rest of the castle, it wasn’t decorated in red and black, but rather in greys and lilacs, giving it a more soothing tone than the rest of the keep. The bed was hung in light blue silk that looked luxurious and delicate.
Rhaegar stood quietly by the fireplace while Lyanna surveyed the room. The tapestries were also unique. One showed Bran the Builder, ordering construction on the Wall. Another depicted a grove of weirwood trees covered in snow. Her favorite tapestry was of an achingly familiar sight.
“That’s Winterfell!” She recognized the image immediately, for someone had clearly drawn the plans for the tapestry from sight. It was the view of Winterfell from the little ridge on the King’s Road when the castle first came into sight.
“That’s the Broken Tower, and there’s the Great Keep and the armory!” Lyanna pointed out the buildings on the tapestry. The artist had done a fine job, weaving flecks of snow onto the castle’s rooves. “You can’t see it, but behind there are the glass gardens, so we have fresh vegetables all through the winter—and look you can see just the tops of the trees in the godswood!”
“You like it?” Rhaegar asked, moving to stand beside her.
Lyanna nodded. “It’s beautiful.”
“I had it made for you,” Rhaegar said softly. “I checked with your father to make sure the weaving was accurate.”
She was speechless at his words. It was a perfect wedding gift.
“I wanted you to have a little piece of your childhood home with you.”
She wrapped her arms around herself at his words. Her childhood home. It was her home no longer.
“While you are in the Red Keep, this will be your space. You can fill it with whatever you like. I hope you make the room comfortable for yourself.”
“Thank you,” Lyanna said. “This already feels more like home than anything else here.”
“Good. That was my intention.” Rhaegar smiled—a rare full smile devoid of the sadness that usually lingered in the prince’s looks. She quite liked the smile. It made him look younger, his eyes brighter, more purple than indigo. He reached out and tucked a hair behind her ear. For a moment, she held her breath, wondering if he would kiss her.
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Forever torn between wanting to write an entire fic before posting it and wanting to post the first chapters of all of my multi-chaps and just update at will
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The Dragon's Cloak Ch. 4
Lyanna heard the sound of loud, drunken singing. It was late, but the castle grounds were not empty. Likely, it was a group of young nobles, leaving the grounds to sample the delights of the brothels of King’s Landing. Lyanna drew her hood in tighter around her face and made herself appear smaller. She kept her head to the ground, determined to reach the stables without her little rebellion gaining attention. The stables were in her sights, when she heard a sound that made her grimace.
“That’s right, tree-worshipper.” The shout was followed by a loud smack. “You’ll take what we give you.”
“What your tree-love isn’t protecting you?” Another voice shouted. “This stick hurts you just the same as the rest of us?”
Lyanna followed the sound of the voices until she found three young squires illuminated by torchlight with Lannister lions embroidered into their jackets, circling a slight man with dark hair and a leather vest. One of the squires held a stick in his hand, which he had clearly been using on the small man who was bruised and bleeding. She didn’t recognize him, but from his dark looks and their hateful taunts, she knew he must be northerner. A northerner who was being attacked by westerners for the simple reason that Lyanna Stark was marrying Rhaeger. A deadly combination of rage and guilt overtook her and all thoughts of her secret little rebellion that no one was to know about fled.
“Hey!” She shouted, marching over to them. “Get away from him!”
She came up behind one of the squires as he raised his stick for a blow. Moving on instinct and her years of training in the practice yards with her brothers, she kicked the man in the back of the knee. The man was stronger than her, and she had no doubt that he would win in a fair fight, but she had the element of surprise working in her favor. The man crumbled, and in his pain released the stick, which she took in her own hand.
“Who are you?” The squire grabbed his knee, wincing as he scrambled to his feet.
Lyanna moved into the center of the circle, her knees bent in a fighting stance, while she held the stick in her hand.
“Just another tree-worshiper,” she said, raising the stick over her head and landing a loud and satisfying whack on the squire’s shoulder. For a moment, she felt enormously pleased with herself until she realized the true vulnerability of her position. The three squires circled her. They were young. The oldest seemed to be about Lyanna’s age. They didn’t yet have the muscular grace of true warriors. They were still rather scrawny and awkward in their movements, like young colts. But they were all bigger than she was, and undoubtedly stronger. The man beside her was in no position to fight. What was she thinking? She was out alone in the dark with no one to protect her.
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Hello! I've just recently discovered your fic the Dragon's cloak and I'm really enjoying it so far.
Can I ask if you have a favourite scene writing-wise in this story and what makes it a favourite? Is it action, fantasy elements, romance, awesome characters? Thank you!
Hi! Glad you're enjoying it and thanks for the question.
The first scene that comes to mind, I haven't posted yet. It's later in the story and has a heavy fantasy element, with some cool spooky atmosphere that I really enjoyed writing. Then I loved writing the character's reactions to this scene and how it affects Rhaegar and Lyanna's relationship. So I guess I like scenes that have a little bit of everything, lol.
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The Dragon's Cloak Ch. 4
Lyanna heard the sound of loud, drunken singing. It was late, but the castle grounds were not empty. Likely, it was a group of young nobles, leaving the grounds to sample the delights of the brothels of King’s Landing. Lyanna drew her hood in tighter around her face and made herself appear smaller. She kept her head to the ground, determined to reach the stables without her little rebellion gaining attention. The stables were in her sights, when she heard a sound that made her grimace.
“That’s right, tree-worshipper.” The shout was followed by a loud smack. “You’ll take what we give you.”
“What your tree-love isn’t protecting you?” Another voice shouted. “This stick hurts you just the same as the rest of us?”
Lyanna followed the sound of the voices until she found three young squires illuminated by torchlight with Lannister lions embroidered into their jackets, circling a slight man with dark hair and a leather vest. One of the squires held a stick in his hand, which he had clearly been using on the small man who was bruised and bleeding. She didn’t recognize him, but from his dark looks and their hateful taunts, she knew he must be northerner. A northerner who was being attacked by westerners for the simple reason that Lyanna Stark was marrying Rhaeger. A deadly combination of rage and guilt overtook her and all thoughts of her secret little rebellion that no one was to know about fled.
“Hey!” She shouted, marching over to them. “Get away from him!”
She came up behind one of the squires as he raised his stick for a blow. Moving on instinct and her years of training in the practice yards with her brothers, she kicked the man in the back of the knee. The man was stronger than her, and she had no doubt that he would win in a fair fight, but she had the element of surprise working in her favor. The man crumbled, and in his pain released the stick, which she took in her own hand.
“Who are you?” The squire grabbed his knee, wincing as he scrambled to his feet.
Lyanna moved into the center of the circle, her knees bent in a fighting stance, while she held the stick in her hand.
“Just another tree-worshiper,” she said, raising the stick over her head and landing a loud and satisfying whack on the squire’s shoulder. For a moment, she felt enormously pleased with herself until she realized the true vulnerability of her position. The three squires circled her. They were young. The oldest seemed to be about Lyanna’s age. They didn’t yet have the muscular grace of true warriors. They were still rather scrawny and awkward in their movements, like young colts. But they were all bigger than she was, and undoubtedly stronger. The man beside her was in no position to fight. What was she thinking? She was out alone in the dark with no one to protect her.
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The Dragon's Cloak
Chapter 1
Snow and the deep winter quiet blanketed the wolfswood. Lyanna’s breath fogged her vision, as she gripped her bow. She focused on the sounds of the forest. In the quiet of the winter wood, sound was the best tool for a hunter. A twig snapped, and she turned quickly to her right, spotting the red of the fox tail and letting her arrow fly. The fox let out a cry that was eerily human and fell to the ground. The red fur gleamed bright against the white snow. A deeper red seeped out of his coat, soaking the ground with blood. Still the fox cried.
Lyanna liked the idea of the hunt—the chase, the quickness, the use of all of her senses. She liked keeping up with her brothers in the woods. She liked feeling strength in her arms when she used her bow the only weapon that her father had reluctantly let her learn. She hated the killing itself–especially of a creature that sounded so human. Best put it out of its misery, she thought. She pulled a second arrow from its quiver, and it landed easily at her target, the fox’s throat. The noise stopped. The woods were blissfully quiet again. For a moment.
“Benjen!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. “I got one!”
“Others take you, Lya!”
Her brother’s footsteps were as loud as a horse’s hooves. No wonder he was a lousy hunter.
“I was about to kill a stag!” Benjen peaked over the crest of the hill. His nose was bright red and his brown hair was in disarray. He was holding a dead rabbit.
“Right, Benjen!” Lyanna laughed at him, calling his bluff. Her fourteen-year-old brother was prone to exaggeration. “The biggest stag the wolfswood’s has ever seen? Was he a magic stag? Sent from the Old Gods?”
“There was one!” Benjen climbed down the hill, frowning at his sister. “You don’t have to believe me. I know I had him in my sights. Would have gotten him too, if you hadn’t been so loud.”
“No one’s seen a stag in the woods in months,” Lyanna said. “We must have eaten them all. Even Winterfell will be limited to rabbit stew soon enough.”
Lyanna picked up the fox, holding it away from her fur cloak, as they walked back to the grove where their horses waited. Foxes were skinny creatures. They never made for good meals. But the fox coat could make a nice hat or glove lining.
“The maesters think spring is near,” Benjen said. “They say it’s warming in the south.”
“So I’ve heard.” The good news didn’t bring a smile to Lyanna’s face. Spring meant movement through the Kingdoms once again. It meant the north would come out of its seasonal hibernation. For the sixteen-year-old girl, newly arrived at womanhood, spring meant inevitable change. As they walked through the wood, Lyanna memorized the sights and smells that she would be sent away from soon enough.
“Don’t be sad, Lya,” Benjen pleaded with her. “You never used to be sad. And now you’re sad all the time.”
“Old age makes you mopey,” Lyanna said, trying to brighten her mood.
“You’re not old!” Benjen said.
“Older than you,” Lyanna spoke with feigned world0weariness. “When you’ve lived two whole more years, you might be somber too.”
“The betrothal’s not even official yet,” Benjen said.
“That’s only because father is trying to squeeze Storm’s End for all it’s worth. It will be official soon enough.”
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The Dragon's Cloak
Lyanna Stark always knew she would marry into a southron family to build alliances for the north. But she never guessed the Targaryens would make a hasty proposal, all but demanding the Starks send their only daughter south to marry the Crown Prince Rhaegar. Lyanna travels to King’s Landing, unprepared for a court of scheming vipers and a mad king who delights at tormenting her at every turn. Most troubling of all, Lyanna struggles to understand her fiancé—a charismatic warrior, musician, and scholar, who is obsessed with northern lore and prophecy. The northern lass must become a savy southron princess in order to survive in the midst of a troubled family and a court on the brink of war.
Coming soon! I plan to start posting in the next few weeks.
#boosting#having so much fun with this fic#rhaegar x lyanna#lyanna stark#rhaegar targaryen#asoiaf fanfiction
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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The Dragon's Cloak, 22 and 26
22. Does personal experience ever inspire your fics? What about this particular fic?
Not a ton, particularly when I'm writing ASOIAF. But in this fic, I'm writing a young teenage girl which I haven't ever really done before, so I've drawn from my own experience of being a teenage girl for that. Like in my depictions of her friendships with Ashara and Catelyn, I wanted them to be lively together and cracking each other up and having inside jokes, like I did with my friends when I was a teenager.
I'm also drawing from my own relationship with sex when I was a teenage virgin. I remember always trying to act like I knew more than I did and kind of play it cool when people talked about sex around me, and pretend that I knew what they were talking about, and I've worked that into Lyanna's character.
26. Wild Card! I'll tell you a fun fact about this fic!
🤔 Hmmm...well I don't know if this is a fun fact, but I've really enjoyed exploring fantasy elements of this story in more depth than I have with my other ASOIAF fics. I've been reading a lot about Bloodraven, learning more about the lore, and listening to the History of Westeros podcast. I've always shied away from the high fantasy elements a bit, and I'm really enjoying embracing them more.
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The Dragon's Cloak Chapter 3
“My uncle said that he met you at the Wall when you were a girl,” Rhaegar said.
“Maester Aemon?” Lyanna asked. “I liked him. When I met him, I was obsessed with dragons. He shared many good tales with me about the mounts of your ancestors. He tells a good story. I read to him too. It’s sad that his eyesight is failing.”
“Yes, he told me he has to dictate his letters to me now. He remembers you though. He spoke highly of you to me.”
She blushed to think of Rhaegar writing to his uncle of her. “What did he say?” she asked. “I only met him once, and I was only a young girl then.”
“He said you were spirited,” Rhaegar said. “And unafraid. He said Benjen and Eddard were afraid of the Wall’s great heights, but that you and Brandon dared each other to throw stones over its edge into the Haunted Wood. He said you spoke longingly of exploring beyond the Wall.”
“It’s easy to be unafraid when you are young,” Lyanna said. “And still ignorant of the things you should fear.”
Rhaegar nodded. “You are still young, my lady,” he said. “And yet your words suggest a wisdom beyond your years. I would like to visit the Wall someday.”
“You would?” Lyanna asked, breathless. If he wanted to visit the Wall, then surely he would need to travel through Winterfell first? Perhaps she would see her home again. The thought filled her with joy.
“Someday,” Rhaegar nodded. “It will not be anytime soon. I suspect, I will need to be king first, as I do not think my father will let me travel so far. But when I am able, I plan to bring a great host north. You will be our guide of course.” He tipped his head at her, a gallant move. “Would that please you?”
“Oh yes.” Lyanna’s face blossomed into an unguarded smile, perhaps her first since she had entered King’s Landing. “I would love to return some day, even if it’s only for a visit.”
Rhaegar smiled back at her and she was encouraged by the warmth of his gaze, devoid of the shadows she was growing used to seeing, flickering across his face. “We’ll do it then,” he said. “We’ll make the journey north together.”
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The Dragon's Cloak Chapter 3
“My uncle said that he met you at the Wall when you were a girl,” Rhaegar said.
“Maester Aemon?” Lyanna asked. “I liked him. When I met him, I was obsessed with dragons. He shared many good tales with me about the mounts of your ancestors. He tells a good story. I read to him too. It’s sad that his eyesight is failing.”
“Yes, he told me he has to dictate his letters to me now. He remembers you though. He spoke highly of you to me.”
She blushed to think of Rhaegar writing to his uncle of her. “What did he say?” she asked. “I only met him once, and I was only a young girl then.”
“He said you were spirited,” Rhaegar said. “And unafraid. He said Benjen and Eddard were afraid of the Wall’s great heights, but that you and Brandon dared each other to throw stones over its edge into the Haunted Wood. He said you spoke longingly of exploring beyond the Wall.”
“It’s easy to be unafraid when you are young,” Lyanna said. “And still ignorant of the things you should fear.”
Rhaegar nodded. “You are still young, my lady,” he said. “And yet your words suggest a wisdom beyond your years. I would like to visit the Wall someday.”
“You would?” Lyanna asked, breathless. If he wanted to visit the Wall, then surely he would need to travel through Winterfell first? Perhaps she would see her home again. The thought filled her with joy.
“Someday,” Rhaegar nodded. “It will not be anytime soon. I suspect, I will need to be king first, as I do not think my father will let me travel so far. But when I am able, I plan to bring a great host north. You will be our guide of course.” He tipped his head at her, a gallant move. “Would that please you?”
“Oh yes.” Lyanna’s face blossomed into an unguarded smile, perhaps her first since she had entered King’s Landing. “I would love to return some day, even if it’s only for a visit.”
Rhaegar smiled back at her and she was encouraged by the warmth of his gaze, devoid of the shadows she was growing used to seeing, flickering across his face. “We’ll do it then,” he said. “We’ll make the journey north together.”
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Really enjoyed this deep dive into the similarities of Dune and ASOIAF on the History of Westeros podcast. There's tons of great comparisons on there that I had never considered before.
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100% Rory and Jess in the back of the taxi in the Writers 🔥🔥🔥
Yay!! I'm so glad you love that scene! Longing + Car Ride = Literati.
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also your writing is very cinematic. I usually get cought up in characters' emotions while reading and mostly just remember dialogs and main events but in your fics it is easy to imagine surroundings and details vividly.
Aww, thank you! I've actually been self-conscious a lot about my descriptions, so that's very nice to hear. 😊
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Male character is always brooding introvert forced to be in public 🙂
Lol, I guess that's true with my fic, although it's not true across all my writing.
And Jon and Rhaegar have a lot of parallels because they're father and son.
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