#Jeyne Mooton

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Take My Breath Away I

Summary:

The Dance of the Dragons is over and the Greens have emerged victorious.

A broken King sits the Iron Throne and in order to secure the succession, the last living daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen is summoned to the Red Keep to do her duty to the realm and provide the King with an heir by marrying her Uncle Aemond Targaryen.

Vaeryna answers the summons and willingly marries the man responsible for the deaths of her brother and father, but what are her motives for doing so and what other secrets is Vaeryna hiding?

Warning(s): Swearing, Angst, Mentions of Death.

Word Count: 3117

GREENS WIN - SLOW BURN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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"With the King no longer able to sire children, an heir must be provided by other means."

"-And what means are those, Lord Westerling?" asked Aemond narrowing his eye.

"Vaeryna Targaryen"

"The girl is a bastard" sneered Manfryd Mooton.

“A bastard she may be, but she is the only living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, her Valyrian blood is valuable” said Alicent firmly.

“If she were to marry Aemond and grant him a son, the boy could be named heir to the Iron Throne, we could also betroth him to Jaehaera, and secure the succession of the one true King” said Larys.

“There have also been rumours that Rhaenyra’s last act was to betroth her daughter, to Cregan Stark. We cannot allow that marriage to take place. There are still remnants that are loyal to Rhaenyra, we cannot have them and the entire North conspiring to put Vaeryna on the Iron Throne. The seven kingdoms cannot survive another war” exclaimed Alicent as she picked at her fingers.

“Where is the Princess now?” asked Aegon, grimacing in pain as he shifted in his chair.

“In the Vale with her Cannibal” replied Larys.

“Bit odd isn’t it. That Rhaenyra’s biggest asset in the war was sent away to the Vale”.

“Mayhaps, she thought to keep the girl safe” said Alicent.

Aegon sat silent at the head of the table, it was true that he could no longer sire babes and his only surviving child was his daughter Jaehaera.

He was the King, and he was without an heir.

Whilst indeed there were people who called him King, there were still those that called him usurper.

His claim to the Iron Throne was on shaky ground, and with no male heir, he was at risk.

If Vaeryna was their only salvation, then so be it. Bastard or not.

“Send a raven to the Vale, inform the Princess of her betrothal to my brother Prince Aemond and that her King commands her to come to Kings Landing by weeks end” ordered Aegon.

“Is he actually serious?” raged Jeyne.

“Is who serious?” asked Cregan furrowing his brow.

“That usurper cunt that sit’s on the Iron Throne, he has summoned Vaeryna to Kings Landing” retorted Jeyne angrily.

“For what purpose?”

“He has betrothed Vaeryna to the kinslayer” snarled Jeyne.

“Has he lost his wits?” said Cregan aghast.

“The rumours of the Kings inability to sire more children has proven true, his only remaining child is a girl. Obviously, he cannot name her heir lest he be labelled a hypocrite. So, his only option is to have his brother marry and produce a son that will be named heir” replied Vaeryna.

“He summons you to Kings Landing to be a broodmare for the kinslayer?”

“It’s an outrage. It’s a scandal” snarled Jeyne as she quickly downed a cup of wine.

“They know their grip on the throne hangs by a thread, I am the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, they can’t risk me marrying elsewhere, lest my lord husband develop the idea of putting me on the throne” replied Vaeryna.

“Which is exactly where you should be. Your mother was the rightful Queen, you are her heir. It should be you sitting on the Iron Throne” stated Cregan, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword so hard his knuckles turned white.

“Maybe in another life, but this is the one we currently live. I cannot ignore a summons from the King” muttered Vaeryna.

“Your not actually considering this?” gasped Jeyne.

“What other choice do I have? I can’t exactly ignore it. Sooner or later, they will come for me, I do not wish for either of you to suffer for my ignorance and I cannot risk them discovering that-“

“-I understand your reason Princess but to marry the kinslayer, to lay with him and birth his children, it is too great a sacrifice,” said Jeyne.

“You above all know what I promised my mother, and If marrying a kinslayer is the only way, then I will do what I must” replied Vaeryna firmly.

“Surely there has to be another way” exclaimed Jeyne.

“Princess-“ muttered Cregan sadly.

“I know that I have no right to ask this, but please Cregan would you-” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“-I swore an oath to your mother, and now that oath extends to you” replied Cregan.

“Both of you have my eternal gratitude. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me and-” said Vaeryna sadly.

“-We but do our duty to you sweet Princess. If ever you have need of us. All you need to do is ask” said Jeyne softly.

Vaeryna stared at her Cannibal and took a deep breath, the time had come for her to bid farewell to the peace and serenity of the Vale and travel to Kings Landing.

Cregan had already left the Vale earlier in that morning, wanting to get back Winterfell as quick as possible. Their farewell had been bittersweet. Whilst her mother had expressed a desire to see her married to the Lord of Winterfell, nothing official had been declared, not that it mattered anyway as no doubt the King wouldn’t have given his blessing.

Vaeryna was sure she would have been happy married to Cregan, but she wasn’t so sure that her Cannibal would enjoy the snow.

So with a heavy heart, Vaeryna bid farewell to the Lord of Winterfell and pressed a gentle kiss to the forehead of the small hooded figure hidden in Cregan's fur lined cloak.

Saying goodbye to Jeyne was hard. Vaeryna had been sent to the Vale at the start of the war and Jeyne had provided much comfort when all the only news they received was that of death and destruction.

After giving Jeyne one last hug, Vaeryna climbed on the back of her Cannibal and took to the skies, heading away from the Vale towards Kings Landing.

One she was air borne, Vaeryna couldn’t help but think about Aemond. From the sweet shy boy, he was, to the kinslayer he became.

News would often reach the Vale of Aemond’s exploits at Harrenhal and his burning of the Riverlands and Vaeryna would despair as countless innocents had lost their lives to Vhagar’s flames. But for his crimes Aemond suffered, as his witch whore was captured and executed by Sabitha Fey after she had seized control of Harrenhal.

Aemond didn’t have much time to grieve for his fallen witch as he faced her father in a dragon battle above the gods eye not long after and when he emerged triumphant, he had returned to Kings Landing to revel in his victory.

A few hours later, Kings Landing appeared on the horizon and Vaeryna couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive. Of course, she was expected to marry Aemond and birth his babes, but how would she be treated outside of their need for her.

She would be hidden and patient, she was the daughter of the Rogue Prince, she was blood of the dragon and she had made a promise to her mother, and by the gods of old Valyria she would see it kept.

If she was blessed with a son, he would be named heir, her blood would one day sit the Iron Throne, her mothers blood, her father’s blood. All was not lost.

Once Vaeryna arrived in Kings Landing, she had Cannibal circle the Red Keep a couple of times before he landed with a colossal thud on the stone walls that surrounded the castle. Announcing his arrival with a thunderous roar, Cannibal manoeuvred himself off the wall and lowered himself to the ground.

After taking a moment to gather her bags that were attached to Cannibal, Vaeryna elegantly moved off Cannibals back and descended down the wing that he’d pressed against the ground.

Cannibal lingered by her side for a moment, observing the two guards that had appeared at the entrance to the castle. His low rumbling growls echoing around the courtyard.

“It’s ok my sweet” urged Vaeryna as she ran her hand along Cannibals scaly neck.

Cannibal who was still hesitant to leave her side, bared his teeth as the guards moved closer.

“I’m fine, they are merely escorts. Go hunt and find a place to rest. I will see you soon” said Vaeryna as she pressed a quick kiss to Cannibal’s snout.

Cannibal trilled as he nudged her gently, lingering at her side for a few moments longer before he opened his large wings and took off from the ground with a huge gust of wind.

Vaeryna held her satchel close as the guards slowly approached her.

“Princess Vaeryna. Welcome to Kings Landing. Allow us to escort you to the King”.

“Thank you” replied Vaeryna.

Vaeryna silently followed the guards as they walked through the Red Keep. Ignoring the curious looks of the maids and servants as she went passed.

Eventually the guards came to a stop in front of a large ornate wooden door. The Throne Room.

The great doors opened and Vaeryna steeled herself for what she was about to face.

“Princess Vaeryna, of house Targaryen”

After she was announced Vaeryna walked into the Throne Room, her fingers clutching her satchel tightly.

Ignoring the whispers of those loyal to the King as she passed.

What a sight she must have made, dressed in her riding leathers, her long silver hair twisted into many elaborate braids that Visenya herself once favoured. Her red and black sash that represented her house and her dragon draped over her shoulder, the silver dragon chain that crossed from her shoulder to her waist twinkling in the light with every step she took.

“Welcome to Kings Landing Princess, I trust that you agree to the terms that were presented too you?” asked Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace”.

“Very well, you shall wed my brother Prince Aemond within a month, I suggest you both use that time to get to know one another” said Aegon.

“As you wish” replied Vaeryna as she stared at the King, he looked so small sitting upon the Iron Throne, the blades of Aegon the conquerors fallen enemies looked like a twisted and gnarled hand that had sunk it’s claws into the usurper’s back and wouldn’t let go.

“Temporary chambers have been assigned to you for now, but I think it’s for the best that once you and my brother are wed, that you share chambers. To increase the chances of producing children of course” said Aegon firmly, ignoring his mother who tutted.

“Yes, Your Grace” muttered Vaeryna.

“I will also assign Ser Arryk to be your personal guard” spoke Aegon.

Vaeryna look at Ser Arryk who gave her a courteous nod before he resumed his post at the foot of the Iron Throne.

“I will expect your attendance at dinner every night” ordered Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace” replied Vaeryna. She figured it was for the best that she keeps her answers short and polite.

No matter what she thought of his crowning or who was the rightful heir, which was her mother, it wouldn’t do well to anger the King.

“Is there anything you wish to request in return for your acceptance of my terms?” asked Aegon curiously.

“Only that I be allowed to see my Cannibal as often as I desire” replied Vaeryna.

“You could ask your King for anything, yet that is your only request?” inquired Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace. I don’t require anything else” muttered Vaeryna, making the mistake of looking at Aemond who seemed to be eyeing her intently.

His arms folded behind his back, his posture rigid and firm. But it was the glint of silver at his hip that suddenly caught her attention.

Dark Sister, her father’s Valyrian steel sword.

Aemond followed her gaze and he smiled, wrapping his hand around the pommel of the sword.

Vaeryna’s lip curled in disgust, her hands clenched the material of her satchel so tight it began to rip.

It was only Aegon’s voice that broke her out of her anger induced haze.

“Very well. I grant your request. You may see your dragon whenever you wish”.

“Gratitude Your Grace” replied Vaeryna bowing slightly.

“I will have Ser Arryk escort you to your chambers so that you may bathe and get settled, I will see you at dinner” said Aegon firmly.

After she had changed out of her riding leathers and bathed. Vaeryna decided to pass the time by making sure her things were unpacked and placed exactly where she wanted them. Not like she brought many of her things with her anyway.

A few dresses, and books and her most prized possessions that she kept in a small, locked box; a seahorse pendant that Luke had given her just before he died, her mother’s Valyrian steel necklace, one of her father’s rings, a few scraps of parchment that Aegon and Viserys had drawn on, some dried flower petals and letters from Jace.

Vaeryna unfurled one of the letters and smiled as she read Jace’s messy looping swirls.

‘Issa gevie zaldrīzes’ (My beautiful dragon).

Jace wasn’t as proficient in high Valyrian as she was. He kept putting it off, until he gave in and ended up learning with Maester Gerardys.  

When her mother had married her father, after the incident on Driftmark. Daemon had insisted on teaching her himself.

It was his way of making up for not being there for her when she was born. By that time, he was living in Pentos and married to the Lady Laena.

Her father wasn’t a bad man, not really. He didn’t want power. He didn’t want the throne as so many others believed. He just wanted to be with family. To be important.

Vaeryna shook her head and continued to read.

‘ēva istan hēnkirī arlī’ (Until were together again).

A solitary tear slipped down Vaeryna’s cheek as she read the rest of Jace’s letter.

She would never admit it out loud. But deep in the depths of her mind, she missed him the most.

His deep brown eyes, his cheeky smile, and the way he would always make her laugh.

She even missed that god awful haircut that he’d given himself. He’d sheared off his beautiful dark curly locks just before they’d travelled to Kings Landing to defend Luke’s claim as heir to Driftmark.

Suddenly a knock at the door broke her out of her reverie. It was a maid informing her that dinner was ready.

Vaeryna silently followed the maid down the corridor. The only sound was the slap of her shoes against the stone floor and of course the clanging of Ser Arryk’s armour as he followed.

“Princess Vaeryna. Your Grace” said the maid after she had opened the large wooden door.

Vaeryna took a deep breath and entered the dining room. Sitting at the long table was Aegon, Aemond and Alicent.

The dowager Queen’s loyal dog and former hand of the King Ser Criston lingered in the corner.

“Welcome Princess. Pease come in” said Alicent smiling.

Vaeryna nodded slightly and slowly approached the table, suddenly becoming very aware of everyone staring at her.

“Perhaps an introduction-” suggested Alicent nudging Aemond who rose from his seat, he was much taller up close, his body lean and covered with leather, his features were sharp yet perfect that his face looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves.

His long silver hair tied back, the scar that bisected the left side of his face only added to his allure, his missing eye covered by an eyepatch.

Never had Vaeryna seen a man so handsome, just a shame he was a kinslayer and a loathsome cunt.

“-I have no need to be introduced. I’m well aware of who my uncle Aemond is and what he is” retorted Vaeryna as she took a seat.

Aemond scowled at her before he resumed his seat, glaring at Aegon who scoffed loudly.

“As the King said. Your courtship period with Aemond will last approximately one moon, after that the two of you will marry in the sept under the faith of the seven” said Alicent sternly.

“Of course,” whispered Vaeryna, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“You will be expected to be virtuous, chaste and do your duty as a wife and only bear my son’s children”.

Vaeryna of course picked up on Alicent’s thinly veiled dig at her mother, and obviously Alicent was waiting for her response as she stared her pointedly.

“I’m well aware of my duty Your Grace. Despite what you all may think, I have no such desire to sully myself or my husband by birthing bastards” muttered Vaeryna, looking at Aemond who was smirking.

“Pretty words Princess. Surely you can understand my reluctance to believe such things”.

“I honestly don’t care what you believe” shrugged Vaeryna.

“You will show respect to the dowager Queen” snapped Ser Criston.

“I only show respect to those who respect me” replied Vaeryna.

“You have given me no reason to respect you-”.

“-Neither have you” retorted Vaeryna.

“Mayhaps we should start this conversation again?” suggested Alicent.

“You talk about the importance of my virtue and purity, yet it was your own son who was involved with that Riverlands bastard” said Vaeryna.

“He didn’t-“ muttered Alicent glancing at Aemond who lowered his head slightly.

“-Apologise, but there is no point in denying it. Everyone from Storms End to the wall knew of your favourite sons frequent visits to Alys Rivers bed” replied Vaeryna.

“Don’t you-” warned Aemond.

“-Seems as though she had quite the fondness for Targaryen’s, as my father also enjoyed her company during his time at Harrenhal” said Vaeryna smirking.

“That’s not-“ exclaimed Aemond his eye wide.

“-What true? Of course, it is. Surely you didn’t think you were that special. I must admit it’s quite poetic, isn’t it? Given your dislike of ‘strong bastards’. Yet you take one as your bed mate” retorted Vaeryna.

“That’s enough” warned Alicent.

"Boy it must really sting that when you were imprisoned, your precious son was far to busy getting his cock wet to even bother coming home to save you" said Vaeryna smirking.

"I said that's enough" exclaimed Alicent.

“Quite unfortunate that she died. As I dare say she would have given you your own little strong bastard eventually” retorted Vaeryna, looking over at Aegon who was sniggering into his cup of wine.

“You are excused. Return to your chambers. NOW” ordered Alicent as she slammed her hands down on the table.

“Your Grace” muttered Vaeryna bowing slightly to Aegon and then leaving the room with Ser Arryk.

“She should be punished-” snarled Criston.

“-For what? Telling the truth?” asked Aegon.

“Your Grace-“ muttered Alicent.

“-Oh, come on mother. We all know about Aemond’s little slip at Harrenhal, let’s not pretend otherwise” replied Aegon taking a sip of wine.

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A match for love. Part V

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Female!OC.

Words: 5.3 k

Warnings: cursing, things get hot up in there, smut. 18+. Minors DNI!, not proof-read.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10.

Ayla danced her fingers around the table, waiting for her father to finish with his business before addressing her.

Just yesterday they had received word from Jessamine, who said that her concerned state hadn't gone past Lady Jeyne and she had taken matters with Lord Mooton directly with the Lord Groover Tully. Lord Mooton was expected to be sanctioned for the disrespect to the whole of House Redfort.

Now, Ayla had come to her father about Gwayne. Lord Edder didn't seem to think that the business with his daughter was as serious as Ayla was presenting it.

"What seems to be the matter Ayla?" Her father asked, the sound of Ayla's nails on the desk must've gotten to him quickly.

"I want to talk about Gwayne, are you going to speak with his father?"

"I will not" his eyes were still trained in the scrolls on front of him, he was more than likely reviewing reports of the latest regiment of soldiers he was sent to train.

"Why not?" She pushed.

"Well, do you have any updates on your end that would prompt me writing Gwayne's father about the betrothal? Something like a marriage proposal"

"I do not" she replied through gritted teeth.

"Then there's nothing to talk about" 

Ayla stood up and sighed in frustration. She has grown accustomed to be given everything, the few times when things didn't go her way often left her in a sour mood.

She knew that Harwin was going to spend the morning with her brothers, who apparently hadn't had enough fighting in the showcase.

Ayla decided then to join Harwin's sisters in the library upstairs, she knew that's where they spent their times in the Redfort. Grayce was an avid reader and enjoyed learning about events in the Vale. Jaena just accompanied her, often letting Grayce read her the words as she worked on embroidery. When Ayla joined, the three girls quickly dropped their chores and got to talking.

Hours passed until Harwin also made his way up, his eyes roaming the library as he looked for the girls, who were sitting outside sharing food and tea, throwing their heads back as they laughed. Harwin found that Ayla shared traits with both of his sisters. She had the kind and often reserved template of Grayce and Jaena's quick wittedness and often explosive temper. 

Once his sisters saw him, they beckoned him to come out to the balcony.

"Harwin look!" Grayce pointed to the horizon excitedly. Harwin walked around their table and stared out, finding the imponent towers of Harrenhal in the distance. The Redfort rose on the top of a mountain, the view it had from the Vale and the nearest road leading to the Riverlands was a great vantage point. The castle of Harrenhal stood unmistakably in the distance, their towers fading in between the low clouds.

"So you've had your eyes on me this entire time" he teased, leaning off the ledge and turning to the table.

"I don't know how I could've, you haven't been in Harrenhal in give or take five years"

"Have I now?" He sat adjacent to Ayla and pulled a clean cup from the center. Ayla was quick to grab the seaming pot and pour some tea to Harwin.

"Yes, you left Harrenhal when your father was appointed Master of Laws"

"Mmm, and how do you know that?"

"I make it my business to know" Ayla hid a little smile behind the cup of tea, sipping the contents shortly before her eyes found Harwin's bandaged hands "I've also heard of your exploits at Princess Rhaenyra's wedding, how you bravely hoisted her to safety"

"Oh, I bet that made you jealous"

"Mighty jealous now that I've met you" Ayla followed his teasing tone with her own one, both of them smiling as they talked.

Grayce pulled the conversation to the illustrated books she'd seen and how they portrayed Harrenhal in it's former glory, making Harwin point out that the castle wasn't all destroyed, there were still parts of it that held the former grandeur of Harren's original vision, including the still intact White Hall where King Jaehaerys I held the Great Council for the succession of his ruling.

Grayce had mentioned something about King Jaehaerys I and his visit to the Redfort, which prompted Ayla to lead her to one of the corners of the library to tell her all about it.

Harwin remained seated next to his sister Jaena, and he knew how dangerous of a place it was.

"Have you asked her yet?" She beckoned as she pulled the chair to sit closer to him, her eyes still trained on the door to mind it for Ayla's sudden presence.

"Ask her what?" Jaena quickly slapped his arm.

"For her hand" she scolded, as if they had any other reason to talk.

"No, not yet"

"And why not? We leave tomorrow at first light"

"I know that"

"Is there a 'but'?"

"Why are you so invested in this?"

"Because I like her" she whined, knitting her eyebrows together "we all do"

Jaena pulled a straight face when Ayla and Grayce walked back in the balcony. Harwin then stood up, greeted the girls and left them to keep talking.

That night, the last night, after Harwin settled his affairs and placed a new log in the fireplace, he sat in the armchair and sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to be sleeping much that night.

His feelings were clear, he realized he wanted Ayla as soon as they shared a first meal upon their arrival at the Redfort. He liked her eyes on his, the soft touches of her fingers on his hand, and when he kissed her in the clearing near the waterfall he made up his mind that nothing would give him such pleasure as to have her all to himself.

The words Gwayne had spoken about the arrangement had only made him lock his feelings and convictions more, and if he had to fight Gwayne to win Ayla's hand then he would be delighted to do so.

He straightened on the chair when he heard the door open, Ayla's figure slipping in between the tiny space she'd open, then she closed the door behind her slowly, not wanting for the heavy locks to make much of a noise amidst the quietness of the night.

She turned, finding his eyes already on her figure. She smiled, slowly walking to him.

Harwin picked up her intentions, clearly noticeable by the way she was just wearing her sheer nightgown, when she stood before him the light of the fireplace behind her accentuated the curves of her body under the garment.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked, Ayla fisted her gown and leaned in to sit on his lap, his hands quickly found her waist, rounding it with his arm as he pulled her closer, and his other one found the dangerous place between her thighs.

"No, I'm-" she sighed, one of her arms had rounded Harwin's broad shoulders, his other hand touched his chin and jaw lightly "I'm heartbroken because of your departure"

She couldn't look at him in the eyes, Harwin could see the grimaces of her lips as she tried to make her chin not tremble.

"We still have the most fun way of communication, by raven"

Ayla let out a sad chuckle, her forehead coming down to his chin. Harwin pressed his hand along the curve of her waist, going up to her shoulder, then back down.

"I want to have this night with you" she sighed, her head shooting up to ghost her lips with his "and if I have to marry that idiot Gwayne later then I won't care because I will have had this, with you, tonight"

Harwin sighed, swallowing the lump in his throat. He was determined to pull her head up to make his gaze meet with hers, ready to deny her, but when he did so he couldn't. She closed the short gap between their lips, kissing him slowly at first. When he didn't pull her back she ran her tongue along his lower lip.

He heard the straps of her gown slide, and before he could react she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, the soft skin of her back hit his caressing hand, then the softness of her breast collided with the roughness of his own chest.

He inhaled sharply. He hastily pulled them both out of the chair, making Ayla stand on her feet.

His lips left hers long enough to search for the sleeves of her gown, when he looked down and his eyes met her two full breasts, her nipples hard at the arousal, he quickened his moves. Ayla complied and let herself be dressed again, but when she was about to complain to Harwin, her eyebrows already knitted at the middle, he grabbed her jaw and pulled her for a kiss, his teeth nipped at her lips once before pulling away from her again.

"Let's go to another room, one away from my family and yours"

Ayla searched in his eyes questioningly, then took his hand and began walking. She pulled him around the castle and to a stairway, once on the second level, he saw her look at the doors as she passed them, then decided on one and opened it.

The room inside was cold, had clearly been untouched for some time, but the bed was made and there were some thick furs to keep them heated, they would be needing them later.

Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Harwin pulled Ayla for a kiss, one that verged tenderness and roughness. His lips then traveled down to her neck, Ayla's hands found the nape of his neck, her fingers crawling at his back as she pulled herself to be flushed to his body.

It was Harwin who now pulled at the strap that held the gown tight to her chest, then pulled and opened the neck wide enough to slide down the garment all the way down, leaving Ayla naked in front of him.

His big hand cupped her breast, filling his entire hand with it, then his lips found hers again. They walked to the bed, his lips still on hers as Ayla grabbed his shirt and pulled, Harwin diligently put his arms up and was rid of his shirt, leaving it discarded next to her gown.

Harwin placed his hands on her waist and made her lay on the bed, then engulfed her body with his as he towered over her.

"Is this what you want?" He muttered breathlessly on top of her, his lips now traveling down to her neck, Ayla sighed and ran both of her hands over his mass of loose curls.

"Yes" she breathed out "I want all of it, all of you"

He leaned back to sit on his heels, looking at Ayla in all of her naked glory, he raked his hands down the valley of her breasts, then down to her stomach. He then grabbed the back of her legs and pulled them to either side of his body.

"It may not be pleasant at first, but it will pass" he assured, his hands now smoothing down her inner thighs, he felt the skin perk up in goosebumps, then slowly his hand made it's way to her heat, her slit glistening from her arousal.

Ayla stared at Harwin and his imponent figure in between her legs, how he was devouring her with his eyes, how he was surely thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her, when suddenly his thumb lost itself between her folds and traveled up. She inhaled sharply when his thumb moved on top of her most sensitive bud, circling it. Ayla's mouth fell agape, her skin peaking in temperature.

Harwin's thumb began moving faster on her clit, making Ayla gasp loudly, her body reacting making her begin to arch her back at the sudden change of pace. Still, Harwin was not happy with how she was seemingly holding back her pleasure.

He towered over her, one of his hands supporting his weight on top of her as the other kept working on her bud.

"Ayla, look at me" he commanded, Ayla soon opened her eyes, it was a sudden blessing having him so close, she hadn't known what to do with her hands, but now she could press them both to his shoulders, her fingers leaving a white indent on his skin "I wanted us in the furthest away room because I want to hear you" one of his fingers entered her, then curled inside of her making her close her legs around his waist "or am I not making you feel good?"

"You are" she replied instantly, nodding fervently as his fingers began pumping in and out. His lips attacked her neck, deciding that if she wasn't going to let go so easily, he would push her to the edge until she could no longer control herself.

He grabbed her by the waist with both hands and scooted her up on the bed, then dove in and before Ayla could register what was happening, Harwin's tongue raked along her slit, and when it touched her clit she let out a moan, long, one that reverberated through her entire throat.

Harwin's skillful tongue moved fast over her bud, and Ayla soon found the covers of the bed, fisting them as she moaned loudly again, her back arching. She found herself letting out a string of moans that threatened to leave her lacking her voice tomorrow.

In the brief moment she looked down, her hands now finding his curls to fist them, her legs trembled beyond her control. Harwin pressed now two fingers inside of her, and when he curled them to touch the tender spot in her walls, her back arched and she let out a high pitch scream, a short one that stopped when her whole body trembled. Her breathing also quivered as Harwin kept his fingers inside her, the delicious clench of her walls hugged his fingers in a  delicious rhythm.

Harwin straightened himself, once again sitting on his heels, his free hand rubbed Ayla's body, the skin leaving a trail of goosebumps after he caressed her.

"Ayla" he called breathlessly, not from exertion, but because he needed her now. Ayla opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly from the bed, a quiet understanding flashed on her eyes, Harwin understood that he could continue. He leaned over her, his arm propping himself up as his other hand, the one that he took from Ayla's heat, grasped his hardened member, he rubbed the tip on her slit, making Ayla press her hands at his shoulders again, her legs seemed to have a mind of their own, hooking themselves to hug his waist and to pull him closer, eager to finally have him.

She gasped when he entered her in one thrust, his fingers digging into the flesh of her waist as he stood still. Her walls were still clenching at the aftermath of her orgasm, making Harwin grunt as he placed his forehead to her clavicle. Ayla's orgasm hadn't stopped the initial pain of accommodating Harwin's girth to her tight walls, she'd pressed her hands at his sides and unconsciously held him still, as if it would subside the pain, her breath caught up in her throat, but she slowly let it out, relaxing herself at Harwin's caring hands on her waist and legs. When the pressure was bearable, pressing at his sides she beckoned him to start moving.

Harwin began thrusting in long strokes, his member managing to fit even deeper in her, listening attentively to her sighs and whimpers to gauge at how she was.

A moan escaped her at one of his long thrusts, soft and deep at the same time, like it originated from the deepest part of her throat, beckoning him to keep the pace going for the sake of sanity. He then lifted himself and placed his hands at her waist, picking up the pace on short and deliberate moves.

He wish he could have the view he had right now imprinted in his retina, the sight of her closed eyes and open mouth, her full breasts bouncing up and down, her hands now grasping at his forearms, then the most tentalizing sight of them all, his hard cock disappearing in her heat, squeezing it as he pushed inside of her, ripping more and more moans out of her throat.

Her face of pleasure changed as well as her moans, now higher in pitch, Harwin's hands now held hers and pinned them on top of her head. His hips began moving faster, making Ayla press the back of her heels at his lower back, the only way she had to cling to him as he pounded, Harwin was letting out his own soft grunts.

It was too much for Ayla to handle, the decided thrusts, the grip on her wrists preventing her from touching him, her moans echoing along with Harwin's own. She crumbled again, her back arching to meet with Harwin's chest as she came, a cry ripping out of her throat. Harwin's hands loosened the grip, giving Ayla finally freedom to dig her hands at his chest. Her skin became even more electrified when his hands raked her breasts, then up to her throat and back down again in the valley of her breasts.

She was spent, taking deep breaths as she felt her walls tighten around Harwin's cock. She finally opened her eyes, finding Harwin's already looking down at her, darkened with lust.

"Was that good my love?" Ayla nodded dutifully, her hands grabbing his and pressing down at her neck, she needed his hands on her body, the roughness of them to light her up "shall we keep going?"

Before Ayla could answer, he led her arms to round his shoulders, then pressed his own hands at her waist and pulled her off the bed. Now sitting with Ayla straddling his cock, she didn't know she could feel him so deep inside her, but she did. The change of position was enough to restart her wanton moans.

She had him exactly how she wanted him, chest to chest, his arm snaking around her whole back and his other hand guiding her hips in motion, back and forth, rubbing her insides with his cock in new spots. One of her hands clawed at his shoulder, the other one gripped at the loose curls in the back of her head, wanting to keep him close, to have his skin melt with hers.

"Fuck Harwin" she muttered, her lips on top of his, both of them breathing the same heavy air and drowning their moans with each other's mouths.

Ayla felt the change of pace, now both of his hands were leading an impossible fast pace, Harwin's turn to claw his fingers at her waist, surely leaving indents of his fingerprints on her body. Ayla felt an already familiar turn on her stomach, her forehead coming to his shoulder.

"Harwin" she gasped breathlessly, her legs threatening to numb. Suddenly she felt it, he stilled her movements to empty himself inside of her. Ayla hugged herself to him, his orgasm triggering her own, loosing all resolve as she moaned in his ear, her hand fisting at his hair making Harwin grunt, presumably in satisfaction at the mix of hurt and pleasure.

She felt outside of her body, lightheaded, but oh so very satisfied.

When she came to her senses, she was nested in Harwin's embrace, her head laying on his shoulder, covered with thick furs, his hand resting on her waist.

She lifted her head up just a few inches, seeing Harwin also become alert and look down at her with a smile.

"You feel asleep for a second there" he removed his hand from her waist as moved her wild hair out of her face "sleep love, I'll take you to your room before first light"

"Okay" she whispered, then crawled upwards to rest next to him, her forehead meeting his chin as her hand came up to rest at his jaw, her thumb lightly moving back and forth.

The next time Ayla came to her senses, she wasn't in the dreamy position she'd fallen asleep in. She was, sadly, back in her own bed, dressed and wrapped around the covers and sheets of the bed upstairs, her own bed was still made and untouched beneath her.

She quickly sat up when she saw the light outside, fearing that she had missed Harwin's departure. She unraveled the sheets from her body, noticing that one of them held the proof of her lost maidenhead, she balled it and held it to her chest as she looked to see if the other one was tainted. The door opened after a quick knock, leaving Ayla staring expectantly at the figure that would appear.

"Good morning my Lady" one of her handmaidens saluted, carrying a bowl of water and some rags, ones she left on the table near the fireplace.

"Good morning Talya"

"Oh, you've made your bed already" she noted, giving Ayla a quick look and a frown.

"Yes" she fisted the rest of the sheets "my blood moon came early, I was going to take this to wash"

"Don't bother my Lady" she extended her hands and Ayla gave her the sheets "the young ladies, Jaena and Grayce were waiting for you in the hallway, to break their fast with you before they left."

"Oh-" she felt her body loose the tension it was holding, they hadn't left yet "I'll meet them in a minute" Talya nodded, Ayla quickly added "I won't be needing any help with my dress, Talya"

"As you wish" Talya nodded, then headed out.

Ayla's suspicions were right, as soon as she rid herself of her nightgown, maroon dots painted her waist, the grip of Harwin's fingers leaving marks to remember him by.

Ayla changed quickly, not wanting to keep the sisters waiting, then quickly knotted her hair in a high ponytail, a few pieces falling and framing her face, then joined the girls in the hallway.

In the adjacent tower, Harwin harbored a pain in his chest that he at first doubted the reason for. He didn't touch a thing the maids had displayed for them to eat before their departure. Much to his dismay, he crossed glances with his father once, who looked at him with a sympathetic twist of eyebrows.

"You know, Lord Edder is to be in King's Landing in the upcoming month, a fruitful relationship has developed from this little adventure. I'm sure you and Lady Ayla will be able to reconnect then" he offered.

Harwin finally cracked a smile.

"That is not why I'm distraught. I believe lady Ayla and I do not need a longer courting period to gauge out intentions. I am going to ask for Ayla's hand before we leave" his eyes found his father's, gleaming with a certain proudness.

"I must admit I knew that would be the outcome of this trip the first night we had dinner with the Redford's. Lady Ayla is a picture perfect match for you, son"

"Still-" Harwin wished to keep his father's expectations at bay "I didn't say anything because I'm sure she would've insisted in coming to King's Landing with us. Leaving the family home is not something to take lightly"

"It surely is not, I'm glad you're willing to wait" Lord Lyonel stood from his seat and motioned at him to do the same "we should pay Lord Edder the respect of forewarning him your intentions"

Harwin nodded, then stood up from his seat and followed his father around the castle.

As soon as Harwin and Lord Lyonel crossed the door to Lord Edder's office, he smiled and waved his hand around, then placed both of them on Harwin's shoulders.

"There's absolutely no need for this my boy" he said with a smile, Harwin's nervousness dissipating almost instantly "I've raised my daughter to be a strong willed, intelligent and tenacious young woman. She, as you've witnessed, likes to get into a little bit of trouble every now and then. All she needs is for someone to protect her, sometimes from afar, but most important she needs someone to love her"

"I'm willing to do that and more, Lord Edder. If I am ever lucky enough to call myself her husband, she should expect nothing less of me"

"Good" he nodded, patting Harwin's arms reassuringly "I am more than happy to have our houses join" he looked now at Lord Lyonel, who by the look of his face mirrored Lord Edder's happiness.

Harwin only saw Ayla again when she and his sisters walked to the entrance of the castle. Harwin's heart tightened at the sight of her puffy red eyes and nose, she'd clearly been crying and so had his sisters.

He walked to them, Jaena and Grayce understood that they would want a few minutes to themselves. They left Ayla's side and Harwin kept walking with her to the furthest part of the salon, leading to a corridor.

"How are you today?" He asked, glancing down at her. Ayla gave a weak smile.

"Remember at the clearing, when you told me there would be plenty of time for us to make haunting memories together?" Harwin smiled sadly, standing in front of her and slowly raising his hands to her waist "back then I didn't think you were serious"

"Neither was I" he admitted. Ayla's eyes remained on his lips, her hands coming up to lay flat oh his chest. "Ayla"

Her chin trembled, Harwin's forehead came down to touch hers. He held her in his arms, much like he had done the night of Lord Mooton's verbal explosion. Their noses touched, and Harwin heard her unsteady breath as she tried to hold back tears.

"Look at me Ayla" he whispered. Ayla leaned back, took a deep breath and looked at him, almost instantly she blinked and heavy tears fell from her eyes "I promise you, this is our last goodbye"

He saw it, the clear change in her expressive eyes, how they turned to curiosity, then instantly disbelief.

"Next time we see each other, be it days or months from now, I won't let you out of my sight again. If you would have me-" Ayla closed her eyes, her hands crawled to his neck and she pulled his face to hers, foreheads touching "next time we see each other, I will make you my wife, if you'll take me as your husband"

"I will" she answered instantly, her lips meeting his plump ones "I will happily take you as a husband" she whispered over his lips, then kissed him again, now their lips dancing with each other, his tongue slipping into her mouth as one of his hands dipped lower to grasp at her glute.

Ayla startled in his arms and pulled away from the kiss when the hallway erupted in a frenzy of warnings and cheers, both from Harwin's sisters cheering at the both of them, celebrating them on their love, and Ayla's brothers who considered that Harwin had put a little too much passion in the kiss. Ayla was still holding him by the neck, but had managed to crack a good laugh along with Harwin, momentarily distracting them from the sorrow they would feel when they were no longer in each other's sights.

Upon their farewells, Harwin kept a reassuring grip on Ayla's hand as he saluted her brothers. Ayla on the other hand held both of his sister's, her eyes fixating on Grayce as she linked a bracelet at her wrist.

"We bought this at Wickenden. Something to remember us by"

Ayla stared at the thin chains twirling on themselves and painted in red, blue and green, the colors of House Strong.

"I love it" Ayla's hands slipped from Harwin's momentarily to hug Grayce and Jaena tightly "even if I wasn't going to marry your brother, I would've found a way to keep withing your lives. I hold you in a special place in my heart"

When the girls parted from Ayla and walked to the carriage, Harwin pressed his hand on her neck, rubbing his thumb over the curtain of hair and into Ayla's neck.

Ayla took a deep shaky breath and leaned to his shoulder, his hands found hers again and rubbed over her knuckles, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll write to you as soon as I can" he muttered to Ayla, but didn't want to utter a word, fearing that it may launch her tears into overdrive again, she opted for tiptoeing to kiss him, his hand lightly pressed at her jaw, keeping her lips on his for a long but soft kiss.

She held her breath when he pulled back, forcing herself to open her eyes and look at his.

"This better be our last goodbye" Harwin pulled the corner of his lips to a small smile.

"It will be, love" he pressed another quick kiss to her forehead and reluctantly peeled away from her, their hands holding together until the last second. When Harwin turned to walk to his horse, Adrian took Harwin's side next to Ayla and pulled her crying sister to him, Ayla blinked heavy tears as she watched him climb on the horse. He gave a quick glance at Ayla, she forced herself to smile, even though her lips and jaw were locked in avoiding to cry.

Then slowly, the party disappeared into the road. Ayla sighed, running a hand on her cheeks and cleaning it out of the fresh tears that ran on them.

"Congratulations my girl" it was now her father's turn to kiss her on the forehead, then rounded her shoulders with his arm and walked into up the stairs to the entrance of the castle "Ser Harwin is a great match for you, one I'm ashamed I didn't thought of to begin with"

"It's better we made it ourselves, I'm sure Lord Lyonel wouldn't have agreed to the match if it had been set up as a political one" she reasoned, grateful that her father had turned the matter of conversation away from her love's departure.

"We will meet again with the Strongs. I do have some new business in King's Landing, and you'll sure join me then"

"I gladly will, father" she replied with a weak smile.

"And the marriage itself-" Ayla quietly rolled her eyes, mostly to herself.

"You don't waste time, do you?" She quipped, interrupting him.

"The marriage itself will have to be within the next four months. I wish for us to join houses as soon as possible, for your sake and Ser Harwin's"

"And why are you concerned exactly?" She stood before him, blocking him from walking further "do you know something I don't?"

"I know plenty that you don't. Regarding your betrothal, I know that by the way Larys looked at the both of you when Harwin asked for your hand, he wasn't happy"

Ayla thought of the lack of interaction she had had with Larys, he mostly kept to himself or joined Lord Lyonel in the matters he still had to attend as Hand, even from afar. She was glad that her father had kept a keen eye on him and had been looking over her even in her moments of weakness.

"You're afraid he would somehow convince Lord Lyonel of calling off the betrothal?"

"I'm concerned he would plant a seed in the time you and Harwin are away from each other. It doesn't need to be with Lord Lyonel itself, it can be with absolutely anyone who wishes to stir chaos"

"Well-" a sudden smirk painted on Ayla's lips "let him try".

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[asongofsilks]

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

Elaena Targaryen (c. 150-220 AC): Youngest child of King Aegon III and his wife Daenaera Velaryon. For the entirety of her teenage years, she was imprisoned in the Maidenvault by her older brother, Baelor I. She fell in love with Lord Alyn Velaryon and gave birth to his twin bastard children, Jon and Jeyne Waters. After he disappeared at sea, she eventually agreed to marry another after a year had passed. She was wed to the aged Lord Ossifer Plumm, but he died on their wedding night. Nine months later, she gave birth to a son, Viserys Plumm, whom some whispered had been fathered by the ruling king, Elaena's cousin Aegon. After Aegon's death, she married Lord Ronnel Penrose, Daeron II's master of coin. Daeron trusted Elaena with many matters of state, including doing her husband's job. She had four children with Ronnel, then declared that seven children was enough for her. After he died, she married once more, this time for love. Fancast: Kirsten Dunst.

Eleanor Mooton (b. 286 AC): Daughter and heir of Lord William Mooton of Maidenpool. She is wed to Dickon Tarly, the youngest son and heir of Randyll Tarly of Horn Hill, who has occupied Maidenpool at the end of the War of Five Kings. Fancast: Bella Ramsey.

Elenda Caron (b. approx. 97 AC): Wife of Lord Borros Baratheon of Storm's End, and mother to his four daughters, the Four Storms. In the Dance of the Dragons, Lord Borros was initially courted by both sides, but came out in support of Aegon II after betrothing one of his daughters to Aegon's brother Aemond. Elenda became pregnant once again during the Dance and gave birth to a boy, Royce, seven days after her husband died in battle. She ruled the Stormlands as regent until her son came of age. Fancast: Meryem Uzerli.

Elenei (Age of Heroes): The daughter of the sea god and the goddess of the wind, she loved the mortal Durran Godsgrief, who became the first Storm King. Angered at their union, her parents destroyed every castle that Durran built, until the seventh castle withstood their anger. Fancast: Andie MacDowell.

Eleyna Westerling (b. 287 AC): Younger daughter of Lord Gawen Westerling and his wife, Sybell Spicer. Her older sister, Jeyne, becomes the wife and queen of Robb Stark during the war of the Five Kings, and Eleyna and her mother and siblings join his retinue. Fancast: Bonnie Wright.

Elia Martell (256-283 AC): Daughter of the ruling Princess of Dorne and wife of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, with whom she had two children, Rhaenys and Aegon. Elia's health was ever fragile, and the maesters advised that it would be dangerous for her to bear any more children; this may have been the reason that Prince Rhaegar abducted Lyanna Stark, since he believed that he needed to have three children to fulfill an ancient prophecy. However, Rhaegar died in battle during Robert's Rebellion, and when King's Landing fell to Tywin Lannister, Elia and her two tiny children were brutally murdered at his command. Fancast: Anna Shaffer.

Elia Sand (b. 285 AC): Eldest daughter of Prince Oberyn Martell, younger brother of the ruling Prince Doran, and his paramour Ellaria Sand. She accompanies her cousin, Princess Arianne Martell, on her way to meet the Golden Company, and gets into trouble along the way. Fancast: Ivana Baquero.

Elinda Massey (b. approx. 115 AC): Lady in waiting to Queen Rhaenyra during the Dance of the Dragons. She was with Rhaenyra in King's Landing until she fled from the rioting, and landed with her on Dragonstone, where she witnessed Rhaenyra's death by her brother Aegon II's dragon, Sunfyre. Stories say that she gouged her own eyes out at the sight of Rhaenyra being devoured by the dragon. Fancast: Doutzen Kroes.

Elinor Costayne (b. 28 AC): The widow of a knight named Theo Bolling. After he was killed by the king, Maegor the Cruel, for supposedly conspiring with the Dowager Queen Alyssa to put her son Jaehaerys on the throne, she was summoned to marry Maegor in a ceremony with two other brides. All three women, known as the Black Brides, were widows and had borne children; Elinor had given her first husband three sons by the time she was nineteen. She became pregnant with Maegor's child, but the son was stillborn and deformed. After Maegor's death and the accession of Jaehaerys I, she was one of the Seven Speakers who helped convince the realm of King's Jaehaerys' fitness for the crown and the Targaryens' exceptionalism. She eventually devoted herself to the Faith of the Seven, joining the great motherhouse in Lannisport. Fancast: Joely Richardson.

Elinor Massey (b. approx. 120 AC): She was one of the noblewomen suggested as a marriage candidate for King Aegon III after the death of his first wife, Jaehaera. After it was announced that there would be a ball held on Maiden's Day for the king to choose a new wife, a tale of how she had been deflowered started to spread, probably instigated by the Hand of the King, Unwin Peake, who wanted to marry the king to his own daughter, Myrielle. Fancast: Ece Çesmioglu.

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[adancewithdragonsrpg]

RESERVAS OFICIALES

Al final del post dejamos la normativa de reservas por si alguien tiene dudas.

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CASAS / FAMILIAS

Karstark - Niña Indigo Mormont - Bear Peake - StrongBoi Dalt - VhagarNoo Redwyne - Briska Yronwood - MagicRules Celtigar - Exel Umber - Ishadriel Darklyn - Señor de la Plaga Rowan - Edith Finch Vance - Harlan Hunter Dondarrion - CojoHermoso Tarth - Misifú María Eugenia Dayne - Medialunita Farman - TheQueen Lannister de Lannisport - Pandora Bolton - Bolifacio Reyne - Elquenollegó Mooton - Bruma Oakheart - Rae Rogare* - Amanda Tarly - Phantom Ambrose - Hécate Fell - Lilacandviolet Drumm - Neurona Florent - Midnight Mallister - Woodswood Estermont - Halo Ashford - Bluemoon Largent* - PocholoTargaryen Mertyns - Norteña Wylde - TheKarpa Plumm - UnViserysPlumm Cerwyn - Freya Harte - Ponyo Farwynd - Gyda Reed - Roilys

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Adam Driver - TheKarpa Katie McGrath - Espeon Skandar Keynes - bloody ben Emma Appleton - Niña Indigo Ewan Mitchell - Phantom Thimothée Chalamet - Simba Ben Barnes - Grey Tom Glynn-Carney - Grey Adelaide Kane - Scar Olivia Cooke - Scar Matt Smith - CanciónNoEsTwitter Cameron Monaghan- CanciónNoEsTwitter Elissa Bibaud- Bear Morgan freeman - Suco Rhys Ifans - Loyalty Michael Fassbender - Muppet Nick Slater - narciso Alex Hogh Andersen - DeusVult Aaron Taylor-Johnson - Lobo Leo Suter - StrongBoi Santiago Cabrera - VhagarNoo Charlie Vickens - VhagarNoo Kylie Bunbury - VhagarNoo Elle Fanning - Sargent Marta Gastini - Alyanna Morfydd Clark - Magic Rules Natalie Dormer - MagicRules Kaia Gerber - Halo Bruna Marquezin - Woodswood Jordan Patrick Smith - Ishadriel Sophie Turner - Edith Finch Jodie Comer - Edith Finch Hugh Jackman - Harlan Hunter Christian Bale - Harlan Hunter Chris Hemsworth - CojoHermoso Elliot Grihoult - SoloOtroRolero Dominik Sadoch - EtherealStar Alex Storm - EtherealStar Harry Lloyd - Fatbelly Tom Hiddleston - Fatbelly Sai Bennet - Rae Sadie Sink - Vma Jessica Chastain - Misifú María Eugenia Blance Soler - Medialunita Alexandra Daddario - Pandora Nicholas Galitzine - Bolifacio Thea Sofie Loch Næss - Bolifacio Jeanne Goursaud - Bolifacio Emilia Clarke - Dracarys Engin Ozturk- Apolo Charlie Hunnam - CojoHermoso Henry Cavill - Lilacandviolet Katheryn Winnick - Eris Millie Brady - Remedios Jonathan Rhys Meyer - Elquenollegó Kaya Scodelario - TheQueen Alexander Dreymon - Pandemonium Dayana Crunk - Brienne Anton Closmain - Ardillaloca Freya Allan - TheQueen Anya Chalotra - Niña Indigo Dove Cameron - Bruma Elizabeht Debicki - Amanda Luke Evans - PocholoTargaryen Lily James - Rae Daria Milk - Bear Tom Hardy - Phantom Eva Green - Carmilla Vanja Jagnic - Misifú María Eugenia Florence Pugh - Hécate Farah Zeynep Abdullah - TresPerlas Bradley James - Ishadriel Victoria Justice - Exel Peyton List - Exel Jannis Niewöhner - Showstopper Anne Hathaway - Ponyo Lucky Blue Smith - Mushroom Jarred Blakiston - Mushroom Lea Seydoux - Mushroom Matteo Martari - DeusVult Harry Gilby - DeusVult David Gandy - Caraxes Sam Heughan - Caraxes Michiel Huisman - Caraxes Zach McGowan - Neurona Clive Standen - ReyBuitre Meryem Uzerli - Midnight William Moseley - CojoHermoso Eve Best - Meleys Theo James - Bluemoon Alice Pagani - Halo Alexander Ludwing - Bluemoon Jason Isaacs - Elquenollegó Deva Cassel - Halo Karl Urban - TheKarpa Vika Bronova - Maple Jensen Ackles - Harlan Hunter Kennedy Walsh - PanConMermelada Sean Harris - PocholoTargaryen Alexandra Dowling - Norteña Leele Sonosekisk - Norteña Ruby Hartley - Norteña Mads Mikkelsen - TheKarpa Ruairi O'Connor* - Espada Scarlett Johansson - Wendy Travis Fimmel - Argon Hayden Christensen - UnViserysPlumm Frida Gustavsson - Freya Katya Miro - Medialunita Alina KovalenkoFreya Lili Johanson - Briska Katya Chertykova - Briska Angelina Michelle - Briska Anastasia Tsilimpiou - Edith Finch Abigail Cowen - Colorada Graham McTavish - elViejoTio Imogen Potts - Gyda Daneil Sharman - Roilys George Blagden - Roilys Felicity Jones - Faith Daisy Ridley - Magic Rules

#reservas #a dance with dragons

[bloodiedrubies]

     𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟏 .  Rhaegar Velaryon is the second son and youngest child of Coryls Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, brother to Laena and Laenor. Born in 105 AC, he was a dragonrider whose dragon was Rubaeus, a black and tanzanite he-dragon. In 126 AC, Rhaegar was the highest consideration for Driftmark inheritance. He was proposed to be betrothed to either twins of Daemon Targaryen and Laena ( ladies Rhaena and Baela Targaryen ), Bethany Hightower, either of Lyonel Strong’s daughters ( ladies Caitlyn Strong and Samsara Strong), Jeyne Arryn, and Jeyne Mooton.      

    𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟐 .  Born in 125 AC, Rhaegar Targaryen is the third son of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, brother to Viserys, Visenya, and Aegon Targaryen, half brother to Jacaerys, Joffrey, Lucerys, Baela, and Rhaena Targaryen. He was a dragonrider whose dragon was Rubaeus, a black and tanzanite he-dragon.

In both versions, Rhaegar was often described as reserved and melancholy, however his fondness for melancholy poetry and music was not a true reflection of Rhaegar himself. He was always a serious and polite child who preferred the company of books and scripts over playing with his siblings or training; often he was found reading to his dragon, and sometimes reading whilst riding Rubaeus. It wasn’t until Rubaeus took flight that it was noticed that the dragon suffered of  poor eyesight. Many regarded such a thing as an ill-omen and a dragon unfit to ride, however sense of smell and hearing proved exceptional, and Rhaegar demonstrated no hesitation nor fear while reading his dragon. As a young dragon, Rubaeus’ eyes held a crimson tint in certain lighting, and when the dragon aged and his eyesight worsened, a cloudy red sheen covered eyes.  As the son of Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, his dragon, and Rhaegar himself, were often mocked for their differences, though the entire court were enraptured by the boy’s singing voice and ability to play harp and flute. He, too, enjoyed playing music to his dragon.   

#— ♔ ᴍᴀᴇsᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅᴏʟᴏɢʏ ‚ VERSES. 〉 #. to be continued . #. to be developed further in independent threads . #asoiaf rp

[dwellordream]

who do you think were alicent's ladies in waiting during the dance? it's so odd to me that the queen consort isn't seen with her own entourage of hightower relations and other women currying her favor.

By now I think it's pretty clear GRRM has minimal interest in depicting queen/lady-in-waiting relationships, and that he doesn't really consider that dynamic the way he does the Small Council or Kingsguard.

We also just don't know the names of a ton of ladies during the Dance who weren't aligned with the Blacks, so.

It's a bit hard to speculate, besides maybe some of the ladies who later show up during the Maiden's Day Cattle Show as possible brides for Aegon III. Some of the older ones or their older sisters/cousins could conceivably have been ladies in waiting for Alicent and/or Helaena at some point.

Ladies from the Maiden's Day Cattle Show who either have no age listed or are old enough to have been at least in their early teens during the Dance:

Alyssa Royce

Barba Bolton

Elinor Massey

Henrietta Woodhull

Jeyne Merryweather

Jeyne Mooton

Jeyne Smallwood

Lyra Hayford

Moriah Qorgyle

Patricia Redwyne

Rosamund Darry

Ysabel Staunton

We don't know exactly when Bethany Hightower was born, but she might have been old enough to serve as a lady in waiting to Alicent and/or Helaena. The same goes for Samantha Tarly's sister Sansara. Sharis Footly may also have been a possible lady in waiting to Alicent at one point or another.

#valyrianscrolls #alicent hightower #the dance #noblewomen

[ravellaarryns]

who: @casimirtully what, where and when; during the festivities within kings landing celebrating the coronation of king jaehaerys targaryen, the falcon queen held a typical audience with the lord of the snakewood, in which he shared reports of some strange occurrences happening on the border. it has been reported that a number of seven lyseni managed to flee from the quiet isle during an orchestrated attack, crossing over the border lowlands with the kingdom of the vale of arryn and head toward the safety of wickenden, the seat of house waxley within the vale of arryn. the queen of the vale and the king of the riverlands now sit within an audience meeting, attended by two stewards of both households who are taking notes for official documentation and archives.

the queen of the vale had a choice to make. no doubt, the lysene influence within the continent of westeros had mostly been concentrated to the kingdom of rivers prior to the arrival of a pair of siblings that seemed to have found a place for themselves within the dragon king's court - but they were growing in a level of intrigue and power that put them in direct rivalry with the iron bank of braavos. it had only been some years earlier had ravella herself walked the halls of the sea lord's palace, an esteemed guest whilst she represented the interests of her brother in seeking out their treacherous merchant cousins who had forgotten their place.

"they all remain as guests of house wickenden. they have not been granted permission to leave wickenden." they would be allowed to venture to none other location other than the halls that had been allocated to them; though at this moment in time, it appeared as though they were being treated as lavish guests in the warmth of house waxley's ancient home. "though they have stated their intention is to travel to gulltown, and sail back to lys from our ports." this man had been close friends with her oldest brother at one point in time, she remembered seeing them together; it only made her colder toward the river king.

that was not counting the fact he was to wed the former queen of the vale, whose child she needed to take a look at - a threat to her stability, no doubt. they were bordering regions, and yet it was made abundantly clear that the river king had sought to allow himself and his own to be used by the lions. if rumour were correct, the prince of fair isle had even threatened to murder his sisters - princesses of house tully. did the man have no pride? "i can arrange for them to be transported to kings landing, or you may even send a force to collect them." she spoke as though they were items to be moved around a board rather than humans. "once we have settled on further matters."

the vale and braavos, including the iron bank itself, had always upheld a reputable association; not only due to their geographical proximity to one another, but also as a result of the shared values they both held. this would no doubt be good for the river king to hear, considering it meant the lyseni would fail to find an ally within the lands of the mountains of the moon; and yet, seven of those twisted valyrians had managed to find their way into the lands ruled by the moon and by the night. "you know house waynwood holds a blood right to harrenhal." ravella thought of money, of gold; paired with the staunchness of her bloodline, it would only elevate the vale of arryn to another level.

she would hand them back to the river king for justice to be dealt with; she would hand them back to the summer mooton whom she had conversed with some nights earlier at a feasting hall regarding the lack of utilisation of harrenhal. two claims of power, and at this point ravella was ready to suggest that jeyne waynwood marry a qohaerys lord, to further double and amplify their claim together: she had made it a point she wished for the woman to be married within the riverlands, regardless of how much she seemed to avoid the majesty of her own claim. as much as ravella silently understood and accepted some powers were more ancient than their own, it was no reason to avoid or deny clear advantage.

"i am seeking a deal to be made between our two realms - especially if the lyseni are to come courting at my door for more than their brothers, sons or husbands." the last thing casimir needed was a region hosting lyseni influence on his border; the crownlands was already enough of an issue in that regard.

#c: casimir #casimir 001

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Hey thanks for making such a cool blog! I use your post that lists the lgbt characters in asoiaf for reference a lot and was wondering if any characters could be added with the release of Fire and Blood

Thanks so much, I’m glad you enjoy that list! So, cut for F&B spoilers…

First of all there’s Rhaena Targaryen (eldest daughter of Aenys) and her many girlfriends/favorites, including Elissa Farman and Larissa Velaryon. Rhaena and Larissa were both married to men and had children, but I’m not certain that means they’re bisexual rather than lesbian, just that they were in a very regimented culture where marriage and children are not something most highborn women can just opt out of. (Especially a princess like Rhaena.) And Rhaena’s first husband was her beloved brother, her second was a forced marriage, and the third was most definitely only a beard, so I personally think lesbian more likely (with societal comphet).

Princess Saera Targaryen (daughter of Jaehaerys I) taught her “favorites” Alys Turnberry and Perianne Moore how to kiss, and then one day they started kissing while naked (which was “scary but exciting” per Alys), and they “took turns pretending [they] were boys” before eventually inviting Saera’s male favorites (Braxton Beesbury, Roy Connington, Jonah Mooton) into their sexual games. When the scandal eventually broke out, it didn’t end well for anyone in particular alas. (Well, Saera at least was happy, on her own terms.)

Jeyne Arryn, the ruling lady of the Vale during the Dance of the Dragons, was called “the Maiden of the Vale” as she never married. She had a “dear companion”, Jessamyn Redfort, and when she died, it was “wrapped in her arms”.

Laenor Velaryon, and his companions Joffrey Lonmouth and Qarl Correy, are in F&B, but there’s nothing new about them that wasn’t in TWOIAF or the history novellas. Other characters from those stories include Essie and Sylvenna Sand, but nothing new about them besides their deaths, unfortunately. Oh, and there’s Sabitha Vypren, who does a lot more in F&B, but there’s not much new about her sexuality – just a rumor that Alysanne Blackwood was her lover, as they shared a tent while on the march, but Black Aly’s courtship with Cregan Stark does seem to show she preferred men. (And frankly if I were a woman commander of a male army I’d rather share a tent with another woman commander than trust in what might happen or be rumored if I were on my own.) Though I suppose it’s possible Aly was bisexual, we shouldn’t really rule that out.

Rumors were spread about “the three Jeynes”, Jeyne Smallwood, Jeyne Mooton, and Jeyne Merryweather, young noblewomen in King’s Landing to attend the Maiden’s Day Ball of 133 AC (to be a potential bride for Aegon III Targaryen) -- that they “liked to dress in squire’s garb and visit the brothels along the Street of Silk, to kiss and fondle the women there as if the three of them were boys.” Whether these rumors were true or not is unknown.

And last but not least, there’s the rogue Tyroshi pirate Racallio Ryndoon, King of the Stepstones… around whom swirled many rumors, not in the least that he sometimes dressed as a woman and “played the whore”. This may have been a fetish thing rather than transgender identity, though, as he also liked to be beaten by his wives. Still, his enemies often called him “Queen Racallio”, so… um, I think that’s the best we can expect from Gyldayn/GRRM.

Anyway, I think that’s it. Though if anyone notices I’ve missed anyone, please let me know!

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #fire and blood #lgbtq #rhaena targaryen #elissa farman #larissa velaryon #saera targaryen #jeyne arryn #laenor velaryon #joffrey lonmouth #qarl correy #essie #sylvenna sand #sabitha vypren #alysanne blackwood #racallio ryndoon #jeyne smallwood #jeyne mooton #jeyne merryweather #anonymous asks

[agentrouka-blog]

They tracked to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one.

Is it meant to foreshadow the confrontation between Nymeria and Ramsay's hounds? Direwolf Hound battle something that Grrm says might happen in Winds.

Hi there!

I both like the idea of Arya being involved in destroying Ramsay and at the same time I don't see how it would work. (Arya is in Braavos, Nymeria in the Riverlands. Things in the North are happening sooner than she will return, I think.)

I would love it because it would create an unexpected resolution to the conflict between Arya and Jeyne. Jeyne was made to impersonate Arya and bore a horrible fate in her place. Jeyne had not been kind to Arya but no one deserves what happened to her, and Arya's past experiences witnessing sexual assault tells us she would feel the same. She would not ever let a petty childhood nickname outweigh her anger at a girl being horribly assaulted and the Northern lords present there just standing by.

I don't doubt that Arya will be involved in getting justice for Jeyne. But against Littlefinger, most likely.

On the other hand, Nymeria has not exactly been a force of good in the Riverlands. The above tale is told in response to her supposedly snatching a baby from her mother's arms.

The man in the green cloak said, "I heard how this hellbitch walked into a village one day . . . a market day, people everywhere, and she walks in bold as you please and tears a baby from his mother's arms. When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they'd put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one."

"That's just a story," Arya blurted out before she could stop herself. "Wolves don't eat babies." (ACOK, Arya II)

Arya vehemently denies it, but we know Nymeria happily eats sheep and shepherd alike. That's not a good look. Her presence in the Riverlands is unnatural and incompatible with the human inhabitants. No wolf pack is supposed to be that large or that bold. Hundreds of them.

They exist for a reason, but they could make quick mincemeat of Ramsay and his dogs. Hardly a fight. Ghost could take the dogs on by himself, we've seen a similar fight constellation with both him and Summer more than once. The dogs are not an important enemy, they are animals named for his victims. Ramsay is the real enemy, and the dogs should be left alive to make mincemeat of him.

I think Nymeria will have a different purpose related to the Riverlands, its vulnerable people, and a worthy enemy for her giant pack. Something redemptive, protective.

When Nymeria protects Arya by killing the mummers who hunt her after their escape from Harrenhal, we see her facing off against a worthy enemy for a good purpose.

No matter what GRRM scribbled on the side of a script for the tv show once, I think Nymeria's purpose in the books will be more related to humans than dogs.

#arya stark #nymeria the direwolf #jeyne poole #ramsay bolton #riverlands #asoiaf speculation #wolves #hound imagery

[noratilney]

For the WIP files ask: Alysanne Osgrey thing, and Vayon + Elyana! :-D

Thank you for asking! 💙

They’re both asoiaf wips, with me taking characters that exist but that we know nothing about and making them my ocs. I definitely do want to come back to them both but I’m currently more focused on other stuff.

Alysanne Osgrey thing - so Alysanne Osgrey is truly a most minor character as she’s dead and is only mentioned by her father Eustace Osgrey who Dunk and Egg encounter. Eustace fought on the wrong side of the civil war, the Blackfyre rebellion, and among other things, his only daughter Alysanne was taken to court as sort of hostage for good behavior. That’s like one of two things about her that we know besides her name so I thought I could have fun exploring Daeron and Mariah’s court through her eyes and besides some canon chargers, a lot more ocs as members of the court she interacts with.

Mama and Nell had cut up some of Mama’s old dresses and resewn them to fit Alysanne and suit the most recent fashions. Lady Gosia had even brought over some of the dresses that her daughter Lady Rohanne had outgrown. Lady Rohanne was tiny, smaller even than Alysanne at three years her elder, but her figure was more mature than Alysanne’s, so with a little bit of hidden fabric her dresses could be made to fit Alysanne.

“I don’t know what we’ll do when she outgrows these,” Mama had fretted to Nell, pins in her mouth as she sewed lace onto one of Alysanne’s dresses.

“Worry about that problem when we come to it, Mistress.” Nell advises. “They have seamstresses in King’s Landing. They’ll cost a pretty penny but their work is better than ours will ever be.”

Vayon + Elyana was me deciding to give Jeyne Poole’s mom a name and backstory and write about her and Vayon falling in love. I made her a distant cousin of Catelyn’s:

Vayon Poole’s attention, like all the others gathered in the courtyard, was drawn first to the the bright red hair of their new liege lady but he found his eye drifting to the face of a handsome girl with curling brown hair and curious brown eyes above a cloak of subdued yellow emblazoned with three white hedgehogs.

Vayon was only [twenty] and had been in his post only a few years before the murder of Lord Rickard Stark. His son had kept Vayon on in the absence of having anyone with which to replace him. It fell to him to know to what house each visitor belonged to and how to greet them. Normally he relished such a task, heraldry and mathematics not only were the two things in which he felt supreme confidence, they were passions also. Hedgehogs, though…

Frantically Vayon searched his memory. He had turned his attention to studying the houses of the Riverlands once Lord Stark had wed at Riverrun but had too often been interrupted by tasks of greater importance. She is not a Blackwood nor a Bracken. Not a Vance nor a Frey. Lady Stark’s mother was a Whent but she bears hedgehogs not bats. I know the eagle of Mallister, the plowman of Darry, the salmon of Mooton, the acorns of Smallwood, the martlets of Grell but this sigil I have never seen before. Why did the maester at Riverrun not send me a list of the names of all traveling to Winterfell? Why did I not think to request such a list myself?

The girl - no, the woman Vayon corrected himself, she was too old to be a girl - was one of the first to dismount and she immediately reached up to take little Robb Stark from his wet nurse so she could hold him until Catelyn Tully was prepared to do so.

Quickly, quickly, he chided himself. Any moment Lady Stark would be presented to him and then he would needs greet her retinue, each with the proper respect and deference due their rank and house.

Thank the gods for Catelyn Tully, Vayon thought, for upon being reunited with her lord husband, she took her babe into her own arms, presenting him to his father.

“Your son, Lord Stark.” She said, curtsying.

Eddard Stark took the boy into his own arms where he promptly began to wail. The father looked concerned and the unknown woman rushed to his side to hold out her arms to take the babe again, even before his own wet nurse could. Eddard Stark handed him over with a look of mixed gratitude and dismay.

Robb stopped wailing, making little fussy noises until his caretaker soothed him into good humor with little nonsense sounds.

“I thank you for bringing you both to me.” Lord Stark said, stiffly and correctly to his wife.

Lady Stark gave a warm smile. “He does not know you yet, my lord. He will. Robb is a Stark through and through. It is my cousin Elyana and Robb’s wet nurse who ought to receive your thanks for their care of your heir. They have been most valuable to me on our journey north.”

Elyana passed Robb Stark to his wet nurse and swept a curtsey. “I am pleased to meet you, Lord Stark.”

Eddard Stark gave a bow in return. “I do not recall making your acquaintance at Riverrun, my lady.”

She flushed. “I am Elyana of House Wode, my lord.”

Wode, Wode, that rang something in Vayon’s head. The Wodes were vassals to House Whent, were they not? Minisa Whent’s mother might have been a Wode as well.

“I am pleased my wife will have Southern kin with her in Winterfell and I thank you for your care of my son.” Eddard Stark returned. He turned to Catelyn Tully. “Come, my lady. I wish you to meet all the members of my household. Here is Lord Poole, our steward.”

Vayon gave a bow. “My lady, welcome.”

#thank you 💙 #wip meme #wordspin-shares #wordspin shares #asked and answered

[thesevenkingdomschroniclesrol]

Jeyne se convirtió en Señora del Nido de Águilas con sólo tres años en 97 d.C., durante el reinado de Jaehaerys I Targaryen, luego de que su padre y sus hermanos fueran asesinados por los Grajos de Piedra.

No acudió al Gran Consejo de 101 d.C., ya que aún era menor de edad, y su puesto lo ocupó Lord Yorbert Royce, quien servía como Lord Protector del Valle.

Hasta en tres ocasiones sus parientes pusieron en duda su legitimidad como gobernante del Valle.

Su primo Ser Arnold Arryn fue encerrado en las Celdas del Cielo en algún momento anterior al comienzo de la Danza de los Dragones.

Él y sus descendientes fueron apartados de la línea de sucesión Arryn en el testamento de Lady Jeyne.

Cuando Lady Rhea Royce murió sin hijos, Piedra de las Runas pasó a su sobrino; el viudo de Lady Rhea, el príncipe Daemon Targaryen, visitó a Lady Jeyne reclamando la fortaleza de su esposa. Lady Jeyne le dijo que no era bien recibido y que se marchase del Valle.

Al comienzo de la guerra civil, el príncipe Jacaerys Velaryon voló hacia el norte con su dragón buscando apoyo para su causa, siendo su primera parada el Nido de Águilas.

Jeyne, a pesar de mostrar su desagrado hacia el príncipe Daemon, recordó que Rhaenyra era una Arryn por parte de madre y que las mujeres deben permanecer unidas.

Su única petición para dar su apoyo fue que un jinete de dragón guardase el Nido de Águilas de los dragones de los Verdes.

Tras ser aceptada su petición, Jeyne y sus hombres se arrodillaron frente al príncipe Jacaerys.

A finales de año, el príncipe Jacaerys envió a su hermano Joffrey Velaryon y su dragón Tyraxes a Puerto Gaviota para cumplir su promesa. Le acompañó Lady Rhaena Targaryen, hija del príncipe Daemon, quien llevó consigo tres huevos de dragón.

Joffrey partiría al año siguiente hacia Desembarco del Rey que había sido tomada por su madre, con una flota desde Puerto Gaviota, mientras Rhaena permaneció en el Valle como pupila de Lady Arryn.

En 130 d.C. Lady Jeyne envió hombres por mar para unirse a las fuerzas de la reina Rhaenyra en la capital.

Cuando la reina se vio obligada a huir de Desembarco del Rey tras las revueltas acontecidas, envió cuervos solicitando apoyo a sus seguidores.

Lady Jeyne le contestó que enviaría hombres, pero el invierno había comenzado, y los caminos de las Montañas de la Luna estaban bloqueados por la nieve.

La única forma de enviar sus fuerzas era por mar a través de Puerto Gaviota, o bien con la flota Velaryon o alquilando barcos de Braavos y Pentos, para lo que necesitaría dinero.

Pero Rhaenyra había perdido el apoyo de los Velaryon tras encarcelar a Lord Corlys y había partido de la capital sin una sola moneda.

Cuando se vio obligada a abandonar Valle Oscuro, Ser Harrold Darke recomendó a la reina tomar refugio en el Valle junto a Lady Jeyne, pero Rhaenyra prefirió partir a Rocadragón, donde fue capturada por su hermano Aegon II y ejecutada.

A pesar de la muerte de Rhaenyra Lady Jeyne continuó apoyando la causa de los Negros.

Reunió mil quinientos caballeros y ocho mil soldados, y acordó contratar naves braavosíes que la llevaran a sur para enfrentarse al rey Aegon.

Contaba además con un dragón, pues uno de los huevos de Rhaena había eclosionado, aunque faltaba años para que pudiera combatir.

Cuando consiguió una flota, Lady Jeyne envió diez mil hombres bajo el mando de Lord Leowyn Corbray y su hermano Ser Corwyn.

La flota llegó por separado a Valle Oscuro y Poza de la Doncella poco después del asesinato del rey Aegon II, siendo recibidos con fiestas y celebraciones.

La propia Lady Jeyne partió de Puerto Gaviota junto a su pupila una vez que la capital estuvo bajo el control de Lord Cregan Stark, llegando cuando la Hora del Lobo terminaba.

En el año 131 D.C., y debido a la juventud del futuro monarca Aegon III, fue nombrada para el consejo de siete regentes del reino.

A comienzos del año siguiente se vio obligada a volver al Valle, ya que un gran número de bandas de salvajes de las Montañas de la Luna perpetraron una incursión de saqueo, y debía dirigir la defensa de sus tierras.

Tras la muerte en 133 d.C. de Ser Tyland Lannister, Mano del Rey, Lord Unwin Peake tomó el control del reino como su sucesor.

Lord Manfryd Mooton pidió que se pospusiera cualquier decisión importante hasta que Jeyne y Lord Royce Caron regresasen a la capital, pero Lord Unwin defendió que habían renunciado a sus puestos en el consejo al abandonar Desembarco del Rey.

Jeyne enfrenta problemas muchos más apremiantes hoy por hoy, detener a los clanes salvajes es su principal objetivo e ignora momentáneamente la ofensa de Unwin Peake, pero está dispuesta a hacerle responder por expulsarla de la Regencia en cuánto los conflictos en sus tierras sean resueltos.

Recientemente se le ha visto en varias ocasiones junto a Jessamyn Redfort y ha nombrado a Joffrey Arryn como Heredero del Valle.

#Jeyne Arryn

[maisiestyle]

Great meta on the direwolves. There was also a note by George in one of the scripts he was writing: “ A note for future reference. A season or two down the line Ramsay’s pack of wolfhounds are going to be sent against the Stark direwolves, so we should build up the dogs as much as possible in this and subsequent episodes” So Ghost/Nymeria/Shaggy seem to be important in the battle for Winterfell.

Thank you! ^_^ Yes that is a very interesting to keep in mind. 

Also notice some of the names of Ramsay’s hounds. He names them after girls he’s raped and killed who really fought back and impressed him. During one of Theon’s chapters, there is a serving girl who didn’t keep fArya’s waters warm enough and she complained. This winterfell serving girl then disappeared, most likely hunted by Ramsay’s hounds. 

"All the while Abel's women waited, their faces shadowed by their cowls. They are doing it all wrong. Real serving girls were always teasing the potboys, flirting with the cooks, wheedling a taste of this, a bite of that. Rowan and her scheming sisters did not want to attract notice, but their sullen silence soon had the guards giving them queer looks. 

"Where's Maisie and Jez and t'other girls?" one asked Theon. "The usual ones."Lady Arya was displeased with them," he lied. "Her water was cold before it reached the tub last time." - A Dance with Dragons - Theon I

So far, Arya was mistaken or impersonated by girls named Willow and Jeyne. 

The Hound names: Grey Jeyne, Helicent, Jez, Alison, Kyra, Maude, Red Jeyne, Sara, and Willow. 

Ramsay has had them trained to kill not just any wolves:

"He's trained 'em to kill wolves as well," Ben Bones had confided. Reek said nothing. He knew which wolves the girls were meant to kill - Reek III, ADwD

~*~

 "Stark's little wolflings are dead," said Ramsay, sloshing some more ale into his cup, "and they'll stay dead. Let them show their ugly faces, and my girls will rip those wolves of theirs to pieces. The sooner they turn up, the sooner I kill them again." - Reek III, ADwD 

 We know Nymetia has already faced wolf-killing Hounds before: 

“I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she’s not the sort to lie,” an old woman said. “She says there’s this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell.” "When the tale reached Lord Mooton, him and his sons swore they’d put an end to her. They tracked her to her lair with a pack of wolfhounds, and barely escaped with their skins. Not one of those dogs came back, not one.”

George said build these Hounds/Direwolves rivalry up and D&D instead said PASS. 

The books will save us. Any day now. 

[laannie0803]

Lady Jeyne Arryn, apodada la Doncella del Valle, fue cabeza de la Casa Arryn y, como tal, Señora de Nido de Águilas, Defensora del Valle y Guardiana del Oriente durante los reinados de Jaehaerys I, Viserys I, Aegon II y Aegon III Targaryen. Fue miembro del primer consejo de siete regentes que gobernaron durante la infancia de Aegon III.

Jeyne se convirtió en Señora del Nido de Águilas con solo tres años en 97 d.C., durante el reinado de Jaehaerys I Targaryen, dado que su padre y sus hermanos habían muerto antes que ella, asesinados por los Grajos de Piedra. No acudió al Gran Consejo de 101 d.C., ya que aun era menor de edad, y su puesto lo ocupó Lord Yorbert Royce, quien servía como Lord Protector del Valle.

Hasta en tres ocasiones sus parientes pusieron en duda su legitimidad como soberana. Su primo Ser Arnold Arryn fue encerrado en las Celdas del Cielo en algún momento anterior al comienzo de la Danza de los Dragones. Él y sus descendientes fueron apartados de la linea de sucesión Arryn en el testamento de Lady Jeyne.

Cuando Lady Rhea Royce murió sin hijos, Piedra de las Runas pasó a su sobrino; el viudo de Lady Rhea, el príncipe Daemon Targaryen, visitó a Lady Jeyne reclamando la fortaleza de su esposa. Lady Jeyne le dijo que no era bien recibido y que se marchase del Valle.

Al comienzo de la guerra civil, el príncipe Jacaerys Velaryon voló hacia el norte con su dragón buscando apoyo para su causa, siendo su primera parada el Nido de Águilas. Según Hongo, Lady Jeyne condicionó su apoyo a cambio de que Jacaerys le hiciese alcanzar el éxtasis con la lengua. En el Relato verdadero se relata que Jeyne, a pesar de mostrar su desagrado hacia el príncipe Daemon, recordó que Rhaenyra era una Arryn por parte de madre y que las mujeres deben permanecer unidas. Su única petición para dar su apoyo fue que un jinete de dragón guardase el Nido de Aguilas de los dragones de los Verdes. Tras ser aceptada su petición, Jeyne y sus hombres se arrodillaron frente al príncipe Jacaerys.

A finales de año, el principe Jacaerys envió a su hermano Joffrey Velaryon y su dragón Tyraxes a Puerto Gaviota para cumplir su promesa. Le acompañó Lady Rhaena Targaryen, hija del príncipe Daemon, quien llevó consigo tres huevos de dragón. Joffrey partiría al año siguiente hacia Desembarco del Rey, quien había sido tomada por su madre, con una flota desde Puerto Gaviota, mientras Rhaena permaneció en el Valle como pupila de Lady Arryn.

En 130 d.C. Lady Jeyne envió hombres por mar para unirse a las fuerzas de la reina Rhaenyra en la capital. Cuando la reina se vio obligada a huir de Desembarco del Rey tras las revueltas acontecidas, envió cuervos solicitando apoyo a sus seguidores. Lady Jeyne le contesto que enviaría hombres, pero el invierno había comenzado, y los caminos de las Montañas de la Luna estaban bloqueados por la nieve. La única forma de enviar sus fuerzas era por el mar a través de Puerto Gaviota, o bien con la flota Velaryon o alquilando barcos Braavos y Pentos, para lo que necesitaría dinero. Pero Rhaenyra había perdido el apoyo de los Velaryon tras encarcelar a Lord Corlys Velaryon, y había partido de la capital sin una sola moneda. Cuando se vio obligada a abandonar Valle Oscuro, Ser Harrold Darke recomendó a la reina tomar refugio en el Valle junto a Lady Jeyne, pero Rhaenyra prefirió partir a Rocadragón, donde fue capturada por su hermano Aegon II y ejecutada.

A pesar de la muerte de Rhaenyra Lady Jeyne continuó apoyando la causa de los Negros. Reunió mil quinientos caballeros y ocho mil soldados, y acordó contratar naves braavosíes que la llevaran a sur para enfrentarse al rey Aegon. Contaba además con un dragón, pues uno de los huevos de Rhaena había eclosionado, aunque faltaba años para que pudiera combatir. Cuando consiguió una flota, Lady Jeyne envió diez mil hombres bajo el mando de Lord Leowyn Corbray y su hermano Ser Corwyn.

La flota llegó por separado a Valle Oscuro y Poza de la Doncella poco después del asesinato del rey Aegon II, siendo recibidos con fiestas y celebraciones. La propia Lady Jeyne partió de Puerto Gaviota junto a su pupila, una vez que la capital estaba bajo el control de Lord Cregan Stark, llegando cuando la Hora del Lobo llegaba a su fín.

En el año 131 d.C., y debido a la juventud del futuro monarca Aegon III, fue nombrada para el consejo de siete regentes del reino. A comienzos del año siguiente se vio obligada a volver al Valle, ya que un gran numero de bandas de salvajes de las Montañas de la Luna perpetraron una incursión de saqueo, y debía dirigir la defensa de sus tierras.

Tras la muerte en 133 d.C. de Ser Tyland Lannister, Mano del Rey, Lord Unwin Peake tomó el control del reino como su sucesor. Lord Manfryd Mooton pidió que se propspusiera cualquier decisión importantes hasta que Jeyne y Lord Royce Caron regresasen a la capital, pero Lord Unwin defendió que habían renunciado a sus puestos en el consejo al abandonar Desembarco del Rey.

Lady Jeyne Arryn murió a finales de 134 d.C. debido a un fuerte resfriado. Sus últimos momentos los pasó en brazos de Jessamyn Redfort en la casa madre de Maris, en una isla de Puerto Gaviota. En su lecho de muerte dictó su testamento, donde nombraba como su heredero a Ser Joffrey Arryn, primo en cuarto grado. Sin embargo, su primo Ser Arnold y el hijo de este, Ser Eldric Arryn, se mostraron contrarios y salieron en defensa de sus derechos, a la vez que Ser Isembard Arryn de Puerto Gaviota defendió su propia pretensión sustentandose en sus riquezas. El conflicto armado dividió a los nobles del Valle de Arryn, y el Trono de Hierro se vio obligado a participar. Finalmente los designios de Lady Jeyne se cumplieron, siendo sucedida por Lord Joffrey Arryn.

Ella tal vez debió ser nieta o sobrina lejana de Rodrik Arryn, el esposo de la princesa Daella y Señor de Nido de Águilas, aun que es probable que sea pariente lejano ya que no se tienen información de que los hijos de Rodrik tuvieran hijos o incluso que estuvieran casados. Aun así es un personaje fiel y mostró ser una señora capaz, a pesar de la muerte de la reina Rhaenyra se mantuvo leal a los Negros y a Aegon III.

Lady Jeyne Arryn, nicknamed the Maiden of the Vale, was head of House Arryn and, as such, Lady of Eagles' Nest, Defender of the Vale, and Guardian of the East during the reigns of Jaehaerys I, Viserys I, Aegon II, and Aegon III Targaryen. . She was a member of the first council of seven regents who ruled during Aegon III's childhood.

Jeyne became Mistress of the Eagles' Nest at just three years old in AD 97, during the reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen, as her father and brothers are dead before her, killed by the Stone Rooks. She did not attend the Great Council of 101 AD, as she was still a minor, and her position was held by Lord Yorbert Royce, who served as Lord Protector of the Valley.

Up to three occasions her relatives questioned her legitimacy as sovereign. Her cousin Ser Arnold Arryn was locked in the Cells of Heaven sometime prior to the start of the Dance of the Dragons. She and her descendants were removed from the Arryn line of succession in Lady Jeyne's will.

When Lady Rhea Royce died childless, Rune Stone passed to her nephew; Lady Rhea's widower, Prince Daemon Targaryen, visited Lady Jeyne claiming his wife's strength. Lady Jeyne told him that he was not well received and to leave the Valley.

At the beginning of the civil war, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon flew north with his dragon seeking support for his cause, his first stop being the Eagles' Nest. According to Hongo, Lady Jeyne conditioned her support in exchange for Jacaerys making her reach ecstasy with his tongue. In the True Story it is related that Jeyne, despite showing her dislike towards Prince Daemon, remembered that Rhaenyra was an Arryn on her mother's side and that women should stay together. Her only request for support was that a dragon rider guard the Eagle's Nest from the dragons of the Greens. After their request was accepted, Jeyne and her men knelt in front of Prince Jacaerys.

At the end of the year, Prince Jacaerys sent her brother Joffrey Velaryon and her dragon Tyraxes to Seagull Harbor to fulfill her promise. He was accompanied by Lady Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon, who took with her three dragon eggs. Joffrey would leave the following year for King's Landing, who had been taken by his mother, with a fleet from Seagull Port, while Rhaena remained in the Valley as Lady Arryn's ward.

In 130 AD Lady Jeyne sent men by sea to join Queen Rhaenyra's forces in the capital. When the queen was forced to flee from King's Landing after the riots that occurred, she sent ravens requesting support from her followers. Lady Jeyne replied that she would send men, but winter had begun, and the roads of the Mountains of the Moon were blocked by snow. The only way to send her forces was by sea through Puerto Gaviota, either with the Velaryon fleet or by chartering Braavos and Pentos ships, for which she would need money. But Rhaenyra had lost the support of the Velaryon after imprisoning Lord Corlys Velaryon, and had left the capital without a single coin. When forced to leave Dark Valley, Ser Harrold Darke recommended that the queen take refuge in the Valley with Lady Jeyne, but Rhaenyra chose to leave for Dragonstone, where she was captured by her brother Aegon II and executed.

Despite the death of Rhaenyra Lady Jeyne continued to support the cause of the Blacks. She gathered 1,500 knights and 8,000 soldiers, and agreed to hire Braavosi ships to take her south to face King Aegon. It also had a dragon, as one of Rhaena's eggs had hatched, although it was years before it could fight. When she obtained a fleet, Lady Jeyne sent ten thousand men under the command of Lord Leowyn Corbray and his brother Ser Corwyn.

The fleet arrived separately in Dark Valley and Maiden's Pool shortly after the assassination of King Aegon II, being greeted with parties and celebrations. Lady Jeyne herself left Seagull Port with her ward, once the capital was under the control of Lord Cregan Stark, arriving when the Hour of the Wolf came to an end.

In the year 131 AD, and due to the youth of the future monarch Aegon III, she was appointed to the council of seven regents of the kingdom. At the beginning of the following year she was forced to return to the Valley, as a large number of bands of savages from the Mountains of the Moon carried out a looting incursion, and she had to lead the defense of her lands.

After death in 133 AD From Ser Tyland Lannister, Hand of the King, Lord Unwin Peake took control of the kingdom as her successor. Lord Manfryd Mooton requested that any major decision be proposed until Jeyne and Lord Royce Caron returned to the capital, but Lord Unwin argued that she resigned her council positions upon leaving King's Landing.

Lady Jeyne Arryn died in late 134 AD. due to a bad cold. Her last moments were spent in the arms of Jessamyn Redfort at Maris's mother house, on an island off Puerto Gaviota. On her deathbed she made her will, naming Ser Joffrey Arryn, a fourth-degree cousin, as her heir. However, her cousin Ser Arnold and her son, Ser Eldric Arryn, were opposed and came out in defense of their rights, while Ser Isembard Arryn of Puerto Gaviota defended her own claim based on her wealth. The armed conflict divided the nobles of the Vale of Arryn, and the Iron Throne was forced to participate. Finally the designs of Lady Jeyne were fulfilled, being succeeded by Lord Joffrey Arryn.

She may have been a distant granddaughter or niece of Rodrik Arryn, the husband of Princess Daella and Lord of Nido de Aguilas, although it is likely that she is a distant relative since there is no information that Rodrik's children had children or even that they were married. Even so, she is a faithful character and proved to be a capable lady, despite the death of Queen Rhaenyra she remained loyal to the Blacks and Aegon III.

#jeyne arryn #queen rhaenyra #aegon iii targaryen #aegon ii #jessamyn redfort #Vale of arryn #joffrey arryn #seven regents #tyland lannister

[the-wavesinger]

[companion to my f!Rhaegar gifset, because this grew too long]

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was the first child of the Mad King Aerys and his sister-wife Rhaella. She was born in grief, in the smoke and fire of Summerhall. There was a strange melancholy about her, a sense of doom, a deep and terrible grief few could withstand.

The Princess grew into a solitary figure, set apart from her peers as the last heir of the great Targaryen dynasty. She was bookish and never inclined to womanly arts, obsessing instead over ancient scrolls and prophecies, dreaming, she thought, as her ancestor Daenys did. She learned the sword and the bow, for her father let her run wild, and her greatest pleasure was riding alone across the realm with the speed almost of a dragon come back to life. (There were whispers, too, of poisoned blades and enemies disappearing in the night, spellcraft and sorcery, but those were whispers alone. Those who called her mad did so quietly, and never in her presence.)

Even so, she gathered around her a circle of noble ladies who like her eschewed the pursuits of women. Among them were Lyanna Stark over whom wars would later be fought, Ashara Dayne the Sword of Morning, Jeyne Connington who became Lady of Griffin’s Roost in her own right, Rebeca Lonmouth and Mya Mooton who squired for the Princess and later became knights, and Obarra Martell the Red Viper of Dorne.

And last and latest come to the circle but not least was Lady Jemma Lannister. She who became Kingslayer defending the princess against Aerys served as Rhaenyra’s protector and her constant companion, and was closest to her heart.

Rhaenyra was her father’s heir when she was born, and Princess of Dragonstone for seventeen years. By the time her brother Viserys was born she had grown into her seat, a woman in the flower of her youth, fair and strong and much beloved across the realm.

Like the first Queen of her name Rhaenyra would not suffer herself being set aside. And it was not only the princess who would rather see a woman full grown on the Iron Throne than a babe in arms. When Lady Jemma who later become Ser Jemma slew the Mad King, Rhaenyra’s alliance crowned her Queen and she went to war against the forces of her brother the boy-king Viserys and the lords who pulled his string.

#rhaegar targaryen #asoiaf #game of thrones #my fic #genderswap #f!rhaegar au

[she-wolf-of-highgarden]

Important ASOIAF Births: 280s

280 AC - Mya Stone*, Sarella Sand*, Shae*, Rhaenys Targaryen, Wynafryd Manderly*, Ygritte 

281 AC - Aegon Targaryen*, Domeric Bolton, Olyvar Frey, Quentyn Martell 

282 AC - Gilly*, Lancel Lannister, Loras Tyrell, Ramsay Snow*, Roslin Frey* 

283 AC - Bella, Hoster Blackwood*, Jeyne Westerling, Jon Snow, Margaery Tyrell, Robb Stark, Russell Merryweather*, Samwell Tarly, 

284 AC - Daenerys Targaryen, Gendry Waters, Wylla Manderly*

285 AC - Elia Sand*, Lanna

286 AC - Alla Tyrell*, Elaenor Mooton, Elinor Tyrell, Jeyne Poole*, Joffrey Baratheon, Megga Tyrell, Sansa Stark, 

287 AC - Devan Seaworth, Dickon Tarly*, Edmund Blackwood*, Edric Dayne, Edric Storm, Eleyna Westerling, Gwyneth Yornwood, Obella Sand, Trystane Martell, 

288 AC - Joy Hill, Lyra Mormont*, Missandei* 

289 AC - Arya Stark, Beth Cassel, Jorelle Mormont*, Shireen Baratheon, Stannis Seaworth* 

* This is an approximate estimate, for some there a large gap of time for what year they could have been born. 

#age dump #A Song of Ice and Fire #ASoIaF #valyrianscrolls #feel free to add more #house stark #house tyrell #house lannister #house martell #house mormont #house manderly #house blackwood #house frey #house westerling #house bolton