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man rly looked at Paz “built like a freight train” Vizsla and thought he had a shot smh
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Hello again, got the "being sick" part of the winter done hahaaahh, I'm a little bit late.
This update has a couple of spells, translations and little notes for those under read more. See you in a month again I guess, thanks for reading!
Bond with alder - spell
The red leaf of alder The slender finger of alder Strong is the power in your bark The anger of the woods in your curves
I sing you the song of fae, of milk hay's, of soil's child of May's child, of the spell maker of the bringer of golden spring
Give me a day, the time of one leaf The hazy time of the sun. Golden red from your treetop, one bend from your annual rings. A moment from inside your roots A moment from the deep waters.
Notes: Alder is known as "fae tree" in old beliefs, it has an innate connection to the väki of the woods. I was initially going to let Varpu call themselves "voikukka" (dandelion) here, but they might reserve it only for their favourite trees :) So there's a couple of older words for the same flower (mayflower and milkhay were some among many, many others. Dandelion was closely linked to agriculture and for cows especially, the finnish current name voikukka still literally means "butter flower".
Situational bond-breaking spell
Human flame, son of Ukko Leave us, this circle. For you the sunny morning, For us, the eternal evening.
Notes: Flame is a nod to the three-faceted soul thing, I've probably mentioned when bonding spells were last in the comic. It's a placeholder for löyly, which could've worked also, but I think I used fire imaginary in the original spell haha. Ukko is an ancient rain god, later renamed as a thunder god, but his reign and relationship to humans has been a bit different for other nordic-baltic sky gods. Here's it's just another nod for humans being Of Sky while fae is Of Soil.
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Dear lord Burrich is so gay for Chivalry
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muldyfi · 1 year
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How dare they put this in the concept art in the credits and not in the episode. Let me write this fic.
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Competent Din is best Din
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Megérinteni valakit annyit jelent, hogy az ember egy részét odaadja másnak, és azt a részt soha többé nem kapja vissza.
Ahol a folyami rákok énekelnek
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damn-stark · 6 months
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Chapter 23 No woman no cry
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Chapter 23 of Moonlight
A/N- I'm okay, it’s okay
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, blood! Death!! Aegon! SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
(If you want to be tagged let me know)
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What happened to him? Last you saw of Aegon he was heavily scarred and wounded because of Meleys, his face was puffy because of the milk of the poppy, but now?
Now besides his burnt scars, his crooked and bent hip, and his puffy face, he sits in a chair with his legs covered, but you can still see the splints that are attached to both legs. He was never someone you found attractive, but he did have a charm to his physical appearance, now his wounds work to make him look plain and undesirable, scary even.
And his dragon? Sunfyre was the beauty of all dragons, now he sits there coiled and just as broken as his rider. It’s a miracle he’s even alive with the fresh and old wounds his body has. However, you do feel bad for the dragon though, not for Aegon. Never for that monster.
“Sister!” He greets across the yard with a cocky smirk. “Niece!”
You curl your lip to a frown and roll your eyes.
“Dear brother, I had hoped that you were dead,” your mother counters, making you smirk faintly.
“After you,” Aegon rebuttals. “You are the elder.”
Oh he remembers that now?
“I am pleased to know that you remember that,” your mother quips and holds her head high with an unshakable pride you admire.
“Y/N,” Aegon ignores her, and you ignore him. He notices and has Ser Jason reach over to grab your chin and push your head up so you would be forced to see the broken man.
“I heard you almost died in battle,” he says. “I had hoped you would have honestly. You are a traitorous whore after all.” He grimaces. “My brother was always too good to you, I told him he should’ve taught you discipline, but he never could bring himself to do it.”
You glare at him and spat. “Shut up.”
Aegon scoffs and snickers. “So bold. You’ve always had quite a tongue on you, perhaps it’s time I taught you better.”
“Aegon,” your mother calls out panicked, but you’re the one that ignores her this time.
“Why don’t you come down and do it yourself,” you snicker as you hold his gaze.
Aegon glares at you and snaps his gaze to Ser Alfred. And that sorry excuse of a knight stomps over to you and swings his hand over your face so hard you slip off Ser Jason and the other knights’ grasp.
“Y/N!” Your mother cries out, but you begin to chuckle softly through the stinging pain.
“That’s what I thought,” you mutter under your breath. “You should know!” You exclaim and throw your head up to face Aegon. “I have a war prize for you.” You sniffle as blood crawls out of your nose. “It’s not what you’re into, but it’s better. Albeit it’s in my dragon's saddle, so you’ll have to wait to see Daeron’s head until my dragon gets here.” You push yourself up to your knees, and Ser Jason grabs your arm to pick you up again.
“Let me go!” You spat at him and try to push him back, but he overpowers you along with another knight, and they both hold your arms back.
“I could teach you a lesson,” Aegon interjects. “But it’s better if you see it.”
You groan and roll your eyes off his ugly face.
“It would seem we are your prisoners,” your mother cuts in. “But do not think that you will hold us long. My leal lords will find me.”
“If they search the seven hells mayhaps,” Aegon spats.
You groan softly and roll your eyes again, hearing as Daenys begins to cry, and catching guards marching down from where Aegon is, and stomping over to where you and your mother are.
Your mother doesn’t miss it either and looks over at you with worry.
“Mother,” you call out fearfully as you think they’re coming for you.
She tries to reach out for you, and you try your best to lean forward to try to reach her, but just as your fingers brush against each other, the guards take her instead.
“Mother!” You cry out worryingly before you snap your eyes towards Aegon, catching him shooting you a snarky grin that sends chills down your spine. “No,” you whisper and glance at your mother getting pulled towards Sunfyre.
“No,” you whisper again breathlessly as a bad feeling twists your gut. “Mother!” You cry out again, and your daughter Daenys begins to shriek.
Your mother looks back, and you see her try and assure you of the agony you feel forming. But you can see the fear in her eyes, you see her sorrow as she looks at her last living son watching her with tears forming in his eyes as if he felt that gut-wrenching feeling too at his young age.
“Aegon,” you mutter and tear your eyes away from your mother to try and plead to your uncle now as you’re struck with horror. “Please, please don’t do it.”
“There’s only one punishment for Usurpers,” he rebuttals nonchalantly.
You look back at your mother and try to fight the reality of what is going to happen by throwing your head back and hitting Ser Jason on the nose.
He yelps and lets you go, letting you swing your fist to punch the other knight. But you’re slow because of your wound, so he catches your fist and the other guards run over to you to grab your arms and then slam you to the ground so you wouldn’t try to desperately fight back.
“Let me go!” You bellow and squirm even if that begins to hurt your wound. “LET ME GO!”
“Dracarys,” Aegon commands, making your heart drop to your stomach, and for tears to stream down your face while rage begins to boil within you.
However, flames don’t light the yard, or bathe anything in flames, Sunfyre remains unbothered, making you let out a small nervous, and dry laugh.
Astraea would never do that to you, she’d listen regardless of her state. She’s your soulmate, she knows your every intention, your every feeling, just like you know hers. Sunfyre and Aegon though? What a joke.
Yet you don’t say anything snarky, you keep quiet and watch the scene ahead of you with fear nevertheless because Ser Alfred then walks to your mother with a dagger in his hand.
When he reaches her he shoots her a smirk before he stabs his dagger through the fabric of her gown to prick her breast.
“Aegon!” You call out helplessly without any amusement now. “Please don’t do it! Please!”
You try to fight away the men holding you down, but they counter by slamming you back to the ground.
“No! Please! I beg you, please,” you mewl.
This time Sunfyre rises as the smell of blood enters his nose, and leans her head towards your mother to sniff her.
“Aegon! PLEASE!” You beg, and hear Daenys cry louder than you thought possible. “Please,” you cry.
Your mother turns her head as Sunfyre opens his mouth. “I love you,” she mouths, making you sob.
“MOTHER!” You cry. “Aegon, please don’t do it!”
Nothing changes and now unlike before bright flames blast out from Sunfyre and bathe the woman you have loved your whole life.
There right across from you is your last hope, your only home burning away. Yet you still try to call out for her out of desperation. “Mother! Mama!!”
The flames are quick to eat at her flesh, but she manages to throw her head up and shriek a curse at Aegon that you don’t catch because all the noise around you just tunes out. Even your sight blurs, only letting you focus on the bright flames that consume your mother before suddenly Sunfyre’s jaw closes around her, making you finally cry out in pain.
“NO! MAMA!” You begin to sob and stop fighting as your world comes to an end at that very moment, on the same day she had given birth to you 20 years back.
Every ounce of strength, every ounce of courage, of love, perishes with her, leaving only a soulless body in agony.
The moments after that don’t even register in your mind, you can only watch the spot where she had been. You can only see the single piece of her that Sunfyre leaves untouched. You can only hear deafening silence as Daenys finally stops crying.
And when the guards finally pick you up moments later, you don’t notice a thing. You’re too numb to it all until you feel yourself fall to your knees. After that you realize you’re in front of Aegon.
“No remarks or stupid quips now?” He retorts.
You drop your gaze and shift your gaze to where your mother's body is and continue to watch in horror and anguish. Once again the thought of death is a welcoming fate, if he wants to kill you now then you won’t fight it. You’ll die with her the same way she gave you life 20 years back.
“What should I do with you?” Aegon questions. “Kill you? Make you watch your family die? I do have your smart-mouthed bitch of a cousin here.”
You blink in disbelief and slowly look over at him, earning his surprise.
“Oh, you’re listening now, are you? Yes, Baela is here. Her dragon is dead and yours will follow.”
You clench your jaw and glare at him.
“Where is your dragon?” He asks in a threatening manner.
You answer with silence, so he has Ser Alfred come over and hit you again. And it’s only because of the pain that you do answer. “I don’t know. I left unconscious and when I woke I was already here,” you mutter in a hoarse voice.
Aegon exhales deeply and averts his gaze to think for a moment before he looks at one of his men. “Find where Astraea is and have her killed. I can’t risk having the Princess revolt.”
Your breath catches and you shift forward.
“Bring me Aegon,” he then continues, making you stand up in horror.
The knights try to get you back on your knees but Aegon demands them to let you stay as you are.
“He’s just a little boy,” you interject shakily. “Please.”
“We should have him killed,” Ser Alfred suggests making you snap your head to him and snap back.
“You shut up, this is not your problem.”
He immediately furrows his eyebrows and moves to counter violently, but Aegon puts his hand out and stops him. And of course Ser Alfred listens like a leashed dog.
“The princling may be a child now but he will grow and seek revenge,” Ser Alfred continues as a guard brings over your brother. “Just like her own son.”
“No!” You bellow out and try to step forward, but Ser Jason holds you back before you can reach Aegon. “Please my children have no fault in this. Nor does my brother please.” You beg and fall to your knees in defeat in front of Aegon.
You disliked him when you were young, and hated him when you returned to King's Landing. You only bent the knee to him before so you wouldn’t be thrown in a dungeon and so you could stay at Aemond’s side. You were playing a part, but now, even after witnessing your mother die because of him, you willingly fall on your knees and plead to him without animosity.
This was you at your most vulnerable in front of someone you swore you’d never show an ounce of kindness to. Someone you always defied and looked down on even as he was king.
“Please, do with me as you like, but I beg you, Your Grace, don’t harm my children, or Baela or my brother, please.” You beg and bend over on the floor with tears rolling down your cheeks. “Please Aegon.”
The crippled King sighs and stays quiet for a moment before he responds. “Aerion and…the other two are my brother's children, I will not have them killed, they will be raised by my mother.”
You sigh with relief even if that’s a nightmare too.
“And Aegon? Well, Rhaenyra still has allies, he can still be of some use to us. But you?”
You lift your eyes and watch him as he watches you with a smirk.
“Hm, I am in need of a son.”
Your breath catches and you grow angry.
“She killed your brother, Your Grace,” Ser Alfred interjects.
“Yes,” Aegon agrees quietly. “She threatened me as well, hm.”
Please no. Please no.
“She betrayed Aemond and the crown, for that you should be punished,” he adds seriously and hums softly before he interjects. “Ah, I know, let’s see if you really are The Unburnt. Ever since I woke up, that's all I've heard. The Realms Golden Girl, The Siren of Driftmark evades death by fire and proves to be a dragon indeed.” He chuckles. “I want to see it.”
You swallow thickly and get yanked off the ground, making you see his ugly face again.
“If you die then oh well, but if you live then…well, we’ll see.”
You scoff and Ser Jason pulls you towards Sunfyre, and once again you grow rigid when you stand over what remains of her; ash and a single leg.
“Is this really the right choice, Your Grace?” Ser Jason protests as if he hadn't just betrayed you, your mother, and everyone you came with. “She is still a Velaryon, the Sea Snake's own blood.”
You curl your lip to scowl and peer back to remark sharply. “You want to be a savior now, do you? What happened to loyalty?!” You turn around and shove him back. “What happened to friendship? You really think you would have made your father proud?” You share on purpose. “You are no son of Daemon Targaryen, he died for his family, what have you done but acted like a coward. He would be ashamed of you.”
Ser Jason’s eyes snap to look at Aegon nervously, and you look over with pride, hoping this would be his end.
“Your father is Daemon Targaryen?” Aegon questions seriously.
Ser Jason lets go of you to instantly kneel down and bow his head. “Yes, but I am only a bastard. Nothing more. He didn’t even know I existed.”
Aegon hums and looks out at the sky as if Greyghost would appear in the clouds all of a sudden.
“Indeed you are a bastard,” Aegon says and looks at Ser Jason. “It’s why you betray my sister, it’s why no one will ever want you on the throne…”
Your eyebrows slowly knit together in confusion as you begin to grasp where this is going.
“But you have a dragon and unfortunately those are a scarce few now. Thus you will continue to be at my side as my Commander of the Kingsguard.”
It feels like getting stabbed in the back all over again, how could Aegon let Ser Jason live? Why?
Because Ser Jason is a man and has a dragon? Or is it just to mess with you?
“You honor me, Your Grace,” Ser Jason says without so much fear in his voice now.
Aegon sighs and nods stiffly before he looks back at you and smirks again. “Now, move away, and let’s see if my niece's flesh is really fire-made.” He snickers.
You try to move away but you’re brought back by the traitor before he steps away.
“If it’s a challenge you want!” You exclaim to avoid revealing a power that would make you his war prize. “Then I demand a trial by combat!”
Ser Criston is dead, Aemond is dead, and so is Daeron, any other challenger can’t compete with you. You can win and not show him the blessing the gods gave you.
“Now why would I want that?” Aegon presses and leans back in his chair.
“To show you’re no coward,” you spat.
Aegon grimaces and since he can’t stand he just gives the command. “Dracarys.”
Sunfyre lifts his head and leans towards you to smell you the same way he smelled your mother. You lift your chin to the sky and stare into his eyes with no ounce of fear only out of your pride.
The Golden dragon then pulls his head back and opens his mouth, but he just lays back down, making you smirk. However, this time Ser Alfred doesn’t need to be told twice before he storms over to you to stab your wound just enough so it can bleed again, making you groan and stumble.
Sunfyre smells the blood, but he’s lazy now and slowly lifts his head off the ground to face you. You can't hold your own weight and fall to your knees as you grab at your bleeding wound. The golden dragon opens his jaw and draws in a deep breath before he breathes out and bathes you in bright flames. And just like the other times your gown burns off your body, the armor begins to melt off your chest, and the wound that they had reopened gets sealed because of the hot flames.
At this instant, you wish you would perish too, but you prove to be as resistant to fire as the other times. Yet unlike before you don’t stand with pride now, you don’t show off your life proudly, you stay on your knees and begin to cry as you see the only remaining part of her that was left.
“Mama,” you weep and bend down to press your forehead against her remaining leg, hoping deep inside that it’d somehow bring her back. “Mother.”
The burning flames stop bathing you, and scattered gasps sound around the room. But you don’t know if it’s because you’re unscathed or because you’re naked.
Both probably knowing these men.
“So it is true?” Aegon asks rhetorically as you stay curled up to avoid being seen. “Hm, well that changes things.”
Hurried footsteps approach you, and before you can see you feel a warm cloak over you.
“Get on up my Princess,” you recognize Vanessa say before she grabs your arm, making you let go of your mother's limb to let her help you up and wrap her cloak around your body.
No one else bothered to do it as quick as she did, and knowing Aegon he would’ve left you like that for his pathetic court to see.
“We’ll marry then,” Aegon announces, making you gasp in horror. “That was the condition if you lived.”
He just killed your mother in front of you and he wants you to go on with this stupid propsal? He wants you to be his wife after what he did? What he’s done?
All those wounds must’ve really driven him mad.
“I’d rather die than marry you,” you spat out as Vanessa holds you against her. “So kill me instead. Aren't I a threat to your precious throne?”
Aegon shakes his head and you don’t notice any actual fear for you. “No,” he says. “You won’t be a threat when you’re my wife and when I put a babe in your belly.”
You look at him in disgust and then look around the yard for something sharp frantically, but it seems Vanessa knows your intention and grips onto you tighter knowing you don’t have the strength to fight her.
“Let me go!” You cry out. “Let me go!”
Grief doesn’t let you think straight or strategically, you’re so empty inside that an end sounds like sweet mercy.
“I will not marry him! I will not marry you!” You bellow and squirm, but Vanessa fights you back while the guards approach cautiously. “Let me go!”
“Shut up!” Aegon bellows, managing to cut you off. “You will marry me! I am your king and you will do what I want!”
You swallow thickly and meet his gaze with slight surprise. He’s never risen his voice like this ever. Or at least not that you know of.
“Do you really think I’d put you to the sword?” He adds with anger. “I am not simple, your blessings will gift me a powerful son. One who will not be questioned or usurped. So I will have you in chains if I must.”
You huff out and glare him, but he doesn’t care.
“Let it be known!” He declares with pride. “The time for hiding is done. Let the ravens fly so that the realm may know the pretender is dead, and their true king is coming home to reclaim his father's throne with a new Queen at his side!”
You should fight back, you could take him with you with one blow. That way you won’t have to marry him or bear his children. You’d die but that’s mercy compared to what he wants.
However, the guards surrounding you take you from
Vanessa and drag you towards Aegon.
“Give her some clothes and chain her before you throw her in a cell,” he says. “So she may learn not to speak back to her betrothed.” He snickers.
“And my children?” You question before you can get taken away.
Aegon sighs. “Well, we can’t possibly send them to my mother now with the Velaryon fleet in the way, so you better hope your handmaiden and the others can take care of them.”
You look over at Vanessa and she offers you an assuring nod before you’re torn away from the yard so they can do what they were told.
When you get thrown in a cell all that spirit you showed to counter diminishes and all that there’s left is that empty shell. However, in the silence that filled the cells, there’s a sudden shift against the hard bed in the cell next to yours.
At first, you ignore the noise and numbly watch the wall beside you, but it then comes to you; Baela is here and it’s doubtful that Aegon locked her away in some fancy room. She would find a way out for one, and two, she is—was loyal to your mother so she’s a traitor in his eyes. One who fortunately doesn’t have fire-made flesh.
“Baela?” You call out quietly. “It’s y/n.”
There’s another shift before you hear footsteps and then her voice near the wall. “Y/N is it really you?”
You slide off the hard-ass bed and see a little window that looks into her cage by the wall, so you carefully get down and peek through, noticing now that she was there trying to peek in too.
“Baela,” you say again, but with relief now.
Said girl sighs softly before she responds. “Why are you here?”
She doesn’t know. How could she? But how can you tell her? You can barely accept it yourself.
“My mother…” you pause and sigh deeply. “She’s gone. Aegon put me here to teach me a lesson.”
Baela gasps softly and leaves the cells silent.
“I’m sorry,” you tell her softly. “I know she meant a lot to you too. And I’m sorry about Moondancer. He told me what happened.”
Silence lingers on her side for a moment and you stay there waiting. Even if she didn’t speak you’d wait because right now she’s all you have.
And after a while, she finally breaks her silence. “I’m sorry too. I’m sorry you had to see that. But know…” she trails off to soften her voice. “We will get our revenge.”
You turn and sit against the wall before you feel your bottom lip tremble. “No…I just want to go home,” you whisper.
“Hm?”
“I don’t think I can do it anymore,” you explain with tears. “I have fought this war in the name of revenge, look where that’s got me?” You drop your head and look at your hands. “You and Rhaena are all I have left. If I continue to fight and lose you too I’ll truly have nothing. So all I want now is to go home. I want to go back to when grandmother was still alive, when I had Jacaerys and Lucerys….we’d fight, they’d annoy me, but I want to be with them again. I want my life to go back to the way it was,” you cry. “I know I was always dreaming of more but I want to be that naive again.”
Baela let’s out a shaky sigh. “Me too,” she whispers. “But we can’t have that now can we?”
“If I stay here and close my eyes maybe I can have some of it,” you mutter. “Maybe I can be with my mother again instead of having to marry him.”
“What?” Baela gasps.
You exhale shakily and nod as you clutch onto your aching wound. “Yes, he saw what I possess and now I have to marry him.” You scoff. “I’d rather fling myself off the highest tower than marry that bastard.”
Baela chuckles softly. “We fought and now he can’t move his legs, or get it up, so I wouldn’t worry that much about him.”
The corner of your lips pull to a proud smirk. “I saw that. Good job, it’s what the bastard deserves.”
“He deserved death, but we can get that together can’t we?” She asks hopefully.
And she’s right, all you may be is an empty husk, but there is one lingering emotion; anger, raging anger. There’s no hope, no joy, no love, it’s all gone, and any remedy to gain it all back died with your mother. Rage is all that they left you with, so you’ll show it off. Because you did promise in that state between life and death didn’t you?
You’ll see it through and make sure every single green member is dead. Even if it means you die at the end too.
“We can,” you assure Baela.
“You’ll be Queen,” she adds. “That’s what he'll make you, so be The Queen you were meant to be.”
You smirk and once again lay on your stomach to look through the bars, causing Baela to lean in closer to be able to wrap her hands around the bars and show off the scar that was now carved on her face.
“We’ll show them fire and blood,” she mutters with anger.
You nod stiffly and carefully wrap your hand around hers. “They should’ve killed us,” you say smugly. “That was their mistake. Now we’ll show them true fire and blood.”
“Together,” you mutter at the same time.
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*TWO MONTHS LATER*
Full moons came and went though, and as they did the marriage Aegon promised didn’t come. You weren’t ecstatic about it either, you’d rather it not happen and hope that maybe Cregan saves you before you have to marry Aegon. But regardless, becoming Queen has taken longer than you thought. And with the days that passed so did your fiery spirit that Baela lit.
Every day you’re plagued by the day of your mother's death, every day you see her get bathed in fire, and every day it takes more from you than you thought. Little by little you stopped talking, you ate only because they forced you, and you stopped asking about your children’s status; as much as you wanted to care for them you couldn’t care behind a cell. Everything just felt…bleak.
Then again it’s that same rage that’s keeping you sane, that’s keeping you going. Every day before your sadness takes over you think of the ways you’re going to kill Aegon Targaryen, his bitch mother, and every other green supporter. It plays in a loop on and on and on.
And you can say it consists mostly of death by dragon, which is something you could’ve done, but Astraea hasn’t come close to Dragonstone. Or so it’s what Vanessa has whispered in your ear. Apparently, the last time she was seen she was heading North, as to why she’d go there without you, who knows? Perhaps she knows your heart's desire.
Regardless, with her gone, it’s a relief because she gets to stay alive, but it sucks because Aegon is taunting you over it, thinking she abandoned you. Which is not true but he can think what he wants as long as she doesn’t hurt her.
However, having her here to escape would be nice, now you just have to wait and think about what Aegon has brewing. Wait and think in the darkness, in the cold cell as winter only develops further so far south.
The one good thing about being trapped is that you have Baela next to you, she often talks the most, but in moments like now, you fill the silence with quiet singing only because she asks. However, the door that leads to the cells opens and you go quiet to see who’s coming.
And to your surprise, it’s Ser Jason in his tainted Kingsguard uniform. “Oh,” you groan. “It’s you. Long time no see, traitor. I’d hope you would have died already.”
Ser Jason sighs and walks to your cell as other guards walk towards Baela’s. “The King is requesting the presence of the both of you,” he says and enters your cell with chains.
“Oh,” you mutter and watch him hook chains around your ankles. “He remembers about us? I thought he forgot about his betrothed.”
“You wish,” Ser Jason says in a lighthearted tone.
You glare at him and look at him with disgust. Who does he think is? What does he think happened in the two months you’ve been stuck here?
He’s truly a madman.
“Look,” he whispers as he grabs the other set of chains and works them around your wrists. “I can only help you if you behave. Please. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
You meet his gaze and scoff. “Too late now, huh?”
When he's done you push yourself up and wait for him to grab your arm to pull you out himself. Baela gets pulled out at the same time, but they made sure to keep her behind you so you wouldn't touch or speak.
“What is this about?” Baela asks as you’re being taken to Aegon.
“We had things to do,” you interject dryly.
Ser Jason scoffs but no one answers the question. Not like you needed it answered because when you stopped at the courtyard you saw a wooden stage, and the great Golden dragon, Sunfyre, dead behind a puffy-eyed Aegon.
Yet you can’t say you form any sympathy for the man, only the dragon. He deserved better.
“Your Grace,” you greet. “You look well, doesn't he Baela?” You ask and look over at your cousin.
Baela looks at you and nods stiffly. “Quite, we did pray for your recovery after all,” she lies, making you nod in agreement.
Aegon scoffs but doesn’t counter to your sarcasm, he just glares at Baela and spats out. “You killed Sunfyre.”
You narrow your gaze on him and glance at the dead dragon.
“Now I shall kill you,” he sneers with his eyes glossy.
“Wait,” you protest now with your anger shaken. “Aegon you promsied. Please.”
“I didn't promise you anything,” he counters spitefully. “Nor do you deserve any favor granted. You’ll watch her die just like you watched your cunt of a mother die. Just like you watched every member of your family die.”
You curl your hands to fist and burn your glare deeper into him. “Shut up,” you exclaim.
“Again you’ll watch and beg to your gods as your family dies and you can do nothing about it,” he adds, making you cry out of anger, and lunge forward, but of course, his Kingsguard captures you and pulls you back before you can get anywhere near him.
“Take Baela to the block,” he demands, and no one takes a moment to hesitate, they drag her along and she of course goes with dignity and her head raised.
“Aegon!” You call out without tears now. “Let her go!”
He ignores you and the guards yank Baela down to lay her head on the block. Your heart skips a beat and you step forward.
“Aegon! She is still Laena Velaryon’s daughter!” You exclaim between heavy breaths. “She is the granddaughter of Lord Corlys. If you ever want to go home you need to keep her alive or else the entire fleet will descend upon you.”
Aegon raises his hand and the executioner puts his weapon back.
“She is right, Your Grace,” you can hear the maester tell Aegon near his ear. “If we kill Lady Baela now any chance to have Ser Alyn and the fleet join us will be lost.”
You glance at Baela and offer her an assuring smile before you meet Aegon's gaze.
“Very well then take her off,” Aegon commands, letting you sigh with relief and drop your shoulders. “Send a raven to Ser Alyn,” he adds and looks at Baela. “If Ser Alyn does not present himself in a fortnight to do homage to his rightful liege, Lady Baela will lose her head.”
You swallow back nervously and step back with different curiosity’s filling your head. “And what about me?” You ask and earn his attention.
“We’ll marry of course. If Alyn doesn’t bend the knee I will destroy him, and Driftmark and the fleet will fall to your son. I can only secure that by marrying you,” he explains, making you grow cold. “Tonight.”
You blink repeatedly and scoff in confusion. “But, what of the proposal? What of your grief?”
Aegon shakes his head. “It all doesn’t matter compared to you now does it?” He smirks, and your frown deepens. “Now have her prepared for our wedding. If the gods are good we’ll present my mother with a grandson soon.”
You drop your head and huff out deeply before you’re dragged away in defeat.
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*LATER*
“One flesh,” Aegon mutters with a softness and joy, while you drag your words along with him with a shaky voice and tears in your eyes. “One Heart, one soul, now and forever.”
You spoke those words to one person long ago it seems. On a cliff that overlooked the sea you loved, not a courtyard where your mother died. Aegon was there in attendance that day too, dozed off in his own thoughts and hangover or drunk who knows.
Astraea and Vhagar watched from where they fit, but no dragon song will fill the air this time, no majestic dragons stand witness. The company you had wasn’t pleasant before, Helaena is the only exception, but at least this time your kids are here, and so are Baela and your friend Vanessa. Everyone besides that is irrelevant, people just standing as witnesses for Aegon so everyone knows who you’re becoming.
A beautiful and blazing horizon accompanied you that day too, adding to the beauty of that day, adding joy and warmth. But this time the sky is white and snow flutters down over the yard while the coldness nips at your skin.
Which, in a matter of fact, it’s believed in the North that if it snows during a wedding it’s a bad omen. Let’s hope that’s true this time. Hopefully, the cut you make on Aegon's lip with the dragon glass will kill him. You surely make sure to have a heavy hand when cutting his bottom lip.
He winces but you don’t comfort him, you stand stiffly as he cuts your lip, and never meet his gaze that is watching you with too much wonder. You then proceed to paint blood glyphs on each other's foreheads, but you don’t smile with awe now.
“<Now,” the maester says in sloppy High Valyrian since he only agreed to make the wedding in your Valyrian culture because Aegon wanted it that way. “Cut your palms to let your blood mix together and unify as one.>”
Aegon is gentle with his cut, one because he can barely hold the damn blade, and two, because he thinks he’s doing you a kindness.
You’re not so kind, you cut deep again, and force yourself to hold his hand as you mix your blood on the goblet below your united hands.
“<Blood of two,” the maester continues to say as he grabs the goblet and pushes it towards Aegon. “Joined as one.>”
Aegon takes the cup and takes a long sip. And when you take it you take a quick sip and fight the need to gag at the bitter taste of blood.
“<A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.>” The maester finishes saying, making you utter the same vow as before with Aegon.
“<One flesh,” you mutter with tears in your eyes as you remember Aemond. “One heart, one soul, now and forever.>”
You close your eyes and tears roll down your cheeks as you lean in and press a kiss on Aegon's dry lips, solidifying the beginning of a nightmare you beg will end soon.
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dayfalwastaken · 9 months
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The Devil meets the Rabbit's proxy.
“I do hate to see squandered potential. You understand. Your ex-employer, Mr. Afton, had neglected to inform you of… well, everything that was important. Things you should have known before you were sent to act independently, as much as you could have, anyway… given your particular… predicament.” He walked around her. Slowly, and almost gracefully, taking careful steps and speaking as if he was disappointed, though also a bit amused. “In spite of your lack of general, er- information, however… you have performed spectacularly.” He stopped right before her, holding his hands in front of himself like one would do when saying a prayer. “Such performance warrants… reward.”
She didn’t wait for him to continue. Her mind went to the one thing she’d wanted since the start. Above his promises and certainties about her future, above her own goals, small as they were. She’d never forgotten why she’d started this in the first place. Ever since her “birth”, the sole purpose for pushing so far…
“I want-” She couldn’t get three words out before the other’s expression turned pitying.
“-I apologize, Miss Vanny, but I cannot bring your mother back.”
She felt like screaming. Like she would rip her hair off and claw her eyes out the next second.
Finally, after the hell she’d endured for almost two years, she’d found someone who could have helped her. Saved the remainders of her mental well-being. Saved…
Because despite those memories not belonging to her, she had them all the same. Vanny remembered the lies she had told at the pressure of her old man- the betrayed look on her mother’s face as she lost the court battle. And later, the police coming to inform them of what had happened. It was all there, always. The guilt, first and foremost, followed by the determination. The pain too. Not just Vanessa’s.
And just as hope had begun to shine her way, there was nothing. Again. As it had been with Afton. A possibility of peace ripped out of her grasp.
She supposed she did not deserve it after all the lives she’d cut short.
She didn’t know why she kept going. Why she put herself through this hell instead of trying her hardest to fight back. There was nothing left to lose, after all. Nothing to be threatened with. Vanessa had had her life striped of any source of joy long ago, and with her… so had Vanny’s.
“Do not look so downcast, my dear. There is something else I can offer… Something that I know you would find of… equal value.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” She barked back, venom dripping from her tone. She was tired of everyone’s bullshit.
The Shadow Freddy tipped his head forward, dots of light gleaming brighter in the darkness that surrounded most of his form. She didn’t have to see him smile to know he had done so.
“Agency.”
The void enveloped him once again, and in his place a spotlight shined, illuminating a round wooden table with a VR headset on top.
“Put on the headset, Miss Vanny. Put it on and… face your reflection.”
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(This is a a preview of chapter 23, but I just had to get it out. Y'know, to let people know of what comes after. I guess I shouldn't be wondering why it's taking me so long to post the next chapter if I'm working ahead, should I XD 😅?)
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cobbssecondbelt · 6 months
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Alright, could someone please explain this one to me:
How the hell did every Mandalorian forget about Bo-Katan's Death Watch days?
During that dinner scene in chapter 23, one of the rogue mandalorians asks the Armorer about her tribe's ties to the Death Watch, visibly suspicious of the CotW, while Bo-Katan Kryze of all people is sitting right next to him. Yet they all just... idolize her? Not a single grudge or wariness? Is there really that many plot holes in this bloody season???
Also the Children always rejected the new Mandalorian ways and government, so why would they accept a literal member of the royal family among their ranks to begin with
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manga-meow · 2 months
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Welcome to uuhh... chapter 23? Yeah! Chapter 23.... I don't have much else to say about it for now. Take care!
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muldyfi · 1 year
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"Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is."
I'M NOT OKAY THIS IS THE BEST LINE 😭❤️
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azertyrobaz · 1 year
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Yes, what?
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