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Recognize errors? Never! This person continues to dig up rubbish and give himself an air of authority.

https://www.tumblr.com/maximumwobblerbanditdonut/748236381973823488/landcons-propose?source=share

Dear Mythomaniac Anon,

This idiot simply cannot and will not make the logical difference between an event regularly organized by a third party and a one time side event to a fan convention, organized by the producer himself.

This is what The Fraud implies: S's price is unrealistic, therefore S is a crook. The argument?

Blink once and you would think this is hosted by the Macallan distillery, on their estate, right?

It is not - notice the tiny difference between the two screencaps with otherwise identical content?

Yup, you'd be correct: the tasting she is quoting is hosted, staffed and managed by a London restaurant, MAP Maison (321 Kingsland Road, by the way), which offers the same kind of experience/activity for a well-known Irish whisky brand, Bushmills. So, she lies on purpose, deceptively leading her clueless readers to believe the tasting she mentions is hosted and produced by the Macallan distillery itself. But, one more time: no expert from the Macallan distillery ever participated to these tastings - they are exclusively managed by the restaurant's staff. Something she conveniently left aside of her screencap.

Because she is not only a mendacious, but also a lazy twat, she just picked the first Google result for a simple general query: 'Macallan whisky pairing experience'

Perfectly unaware or indifferent to the fact the Macallan Distillery organizes its own experiences, at the very Estate - but that was the second result and maybe she was in a hurry?

Prices differ and vary from £ 35 (tasting at the Estate's Bar) to £250 (tasting and dinner at a local renowned brasserie) for the Macallan tastings and that was not really convenient, because we are getting closer to the price asked by S for his own tasting in Paris. He simply equated his direct presentation with similarly priced offers of other producers, such as Macallan. Cheeky? Perhaps. But the mommies paid in droves and he's laughing all the way to the bank.

But why would a self-proclaimed Scottish woman quote a London restaurant experience, instead of the local and authentic one organized by the producer? And what English native speaker would gleefully make enormous, almost absurd grammar mistakes like this one:

If this woman is a Scot, then I am Chaka Zulu, Anon. Nope. Not a chance in hell: I have been monitoring her for a good while now and she makes these mistakes quite often. This woman probably assimilated a couple of things the wrong way, while learning English as a foreign language, and she is simply mechanically reproducing the same mistakes over and over again.

I am not done with her yet. Just so you know, Anon.

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lunarmoonanons · 1 year

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Little Rose

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Yandere Maegor x Tyrell reader.

TW: Birthing scene. Most likely inaccurate.

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YN tugged and played with the ends of her hair as the carriage road fast back to the Reach. Her father decided to ship her back home when they heard that King Maegor was searching for another wife, not wanting his youngest daughter to fall victim to the cruel king.

YN was the youngest of all her siblings, all her sisters were married and had many children. She was rumored to be from a very fertile line of women. And Maegor was looking for a fertile woman to carry on his line. YN fathers would not have her subjected to a life of pain and forced breeding, not his small rose. YN had no objections, she loved Highgarden; the roses, the trees, the grass, everything. Kingslanding was too ugly. It was only her trip that caused her worry. Maegor would not be pleased to hear that fathers were sending their daughters from court.

The carriage shook her occasionally as YN looked out the opening at the grass and sky. Peering for a large black dragon that would come down and snatch her away. Her aunt frowned at her fingers that tangled around the ends of her hair.

“Calm down girl. We’re miles away from the capital, and besides, we weren’t the only carriage to leave. What would Maegor do? Hunt every family that left his bloody red keep?” Her aunt tried to reassure her. YN twirled her ends again.

“That’s exactly what he’d do.” YN whispered, before turning to her aunt and grabbing her hand. “If he does find us, let him take me. I can’t let you get hurt because of me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, YN. I wouldn;t let that man touch you.” Her thought was interrupted by the shaking ground. A roar ripped through the sky, the carriage shook under the sound making YN jump in her seat. She dare not look out to see the monster that looked for her. YN’s aunt reached forward and pulled the girl into her arms, YN’s face flush against her neck and she smoothed her hair down. “Shush YN. Don’t panic.”

“He’s here.” YN whispered.

And it was true. The air shook with a loud boom as Maegor landed Balerion the dread in front of the rose decorated carriage. His prize was seated there, she almost got away and he almost had to burn down all of Highgarden to attain her. But the beautiful rose was caught just in time, in an open road way. No real threatening guards were around her, the few that stood around ran at the sight of Balerion. Maegor scoffed, jumping down from his saddle and walking forward to the carriage. One door opened and his beautiful rose was pushed out by her aunt. The middle aged woman screaming for her to run, but her cries were silenced at the sight of Maegor and his sword.

YN turned around just in time to see the Valyrian blade pierce through her aunt’s chest. “NO!” She cried, tears immediately slipping down her cheeks. He stepped toward her slowly, sword bloody in his hand, YN did not know whether she was going to be killed or assaulted by him. Both equally frightening her. “Are you going to kill me too?”

“Not at all little rose. I want you alive for what I have planned next for us.” He reached forward and grabbed her smaller arm. Wrenching her forward into his arms, his grasp tight around her body. “You are beautiful. Just like your family is. You will give me beautiful children.”

With that he dragged the crying girl to his dragon, rolling his purple eyes at her fighting. She’d learn to accept her role as queen.

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Months later, YN was largely pregnant. It had been 9 months of torture, and YN had her stomach to prove it. She didn’t look like she was carrying one child, but many. Maegor’s chest puffed with pride at the possibility of multiple children at once. YN begged the gods to let it only be one child, birthing one was something she could handle but multiple? YN didn’t think she could handle it.

Once her pregnancy was appearing to last longer than any of the others, she became his most favored queen. He had roses imported from Highgarden so that the gardens of the keep would be familiar to her. But nothing came without a cost, each gift had the looming threat of ‘I gave you what you want, now give me a son.’

Today was another day YN spent looking over the waters from the garden, the prickling eyes of the guards watched her closely. Her hands absentmindedly rubbed her protruding belly. Trying to calm her restless child, or children. They kick so much nowadays.

“Please be a girl. Just one girl. Please.” YN begged whatever god was listening. Suddenly there was a pain from her stomach, and the feeling of trickling water dripped from between her legs. YN leaned forward in pain, she wanted to call the guard but another pain kicked through her.

With a yelp from YN, she fell to her knees from the quickening pain. They weren’t happening in between minutes like her sisters said it would, but in between seconds. The guards rushed forward, clocking the water on the ground and rushing her to her rooms. The pains kept coming quicker and quicker, and it felt like something was falling down from her womb. YN managed to get to her rooms when the first child started to make their way out. A maid had rushed forth and grabbed the babe when it fell from her legs.

A little boy screamed and cried in her arms. YN couldn’t enjoy the birth of her son as another contraction of pain ripped through her. The second babe came as quick as his brother did, the two cried and screamed in the warms of the maids. The final child took longer to arrive, the pains lasted around an hour or two, but it felt like years. Finally with a cry, YN pushed out a little girl. She tried to look at her children as the afterbirth was forced out of her womb.

Finally YN fell back onto the bed. Stomach still round, and legs aching. She reached for her children as the maids placed her two boys beside her and the girl on her chest. YN sobbed in relief as the babies stared with large eyes at their mother. She was spared the looks of the guards as her maids smiled and chuckled with joy for her. One rubbed her son’s head, as another placed a wet cloth to YN’s forehead. But her joyous moment did not last, as her husband barged into the room and barked at the maids to leave. He came forth and picked up both boys, glee on his face.

“You’ve done so well my rose. Two boys, what an achievement.” He flickered his purple eyes down to the baby girl that rested on YN’s chest. “And a girl. You are quick perfect.”

“I am relieved that it is finally over.” YN breathed.

“For now. I’ll need more boys soon. We can’t let our line fall.” Maegor declared. Ignoring her fresh tears that welled her eyes. YN didn’t know if she could survive another round of this, and if this was to be her life then she didn’t believe in the gods anymore.

This wasn’t fair.

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Saviour Of Dragons | CHAPTER SIX

The early morning air of training grounds never got old to Y/n, no matter where she was. She shuffled a wooden sword into place on one of the training mannequins, the Training Master, Corwyn, adjusting the others. Rhaenyra had charged her with overseeing the young princes’ battle training after Jacaerys was caught being too rough with his younger brother. It was not Lucerys’ fault, he was not born to wield a sword as his brother was.

“Nightwolf!” Y/n turned at that, raising her brow although no one could see past her helmet. Jacaerys walked towards her, trailed quickly by his younger brother.

“That is what they have begun to call you, the Nightwolf of Dragonstone who saved the Princess’ life.” Jacaerys grinned, Corwyn falling into place beside Y/n.

“‘Tis an honour to be perceived as such a valiant animal, your highness.” She bowed, hand planted firmly on the hilt of her blade. Jacaerys clapped his hand on her shoulder before turning to Corwyn.

“So, what shall we begin with today?” He asked, and before long the three soon fell into a familiar routine; switching between the two fighting Corwyn, each other, or the training dummies. Y/n stood watch silently, observing the different fighting styles Corwyn had them practice. She had been trained in the sword of every kingdom before her knight-ship. First she trained alongside a sellsword from Dorne, then a knight of the Crownlands, and as she left Kingslanding she was enamored by the techniques of a knight from the Vale. Two knights, one from the Westerlands and one from the Reach, trained her as she made her way up the King’s Road. Within the isle of Dragonstone a simple man of the Riverlands offered his help, and when a man of the Stormlands saw him he stepped in to help as well. Then finally Harlik had taught her all she knew of Northern battle.

Y/n was well versed in all, to be sure, but the swift way the Dornish fought intrigued her the most. They rarely wore steel armor, the sellsword had said, because their enemy never got close enough to land a hit.

“Ser,” Corwyn called, Y/n turning her head in his direction, “would you care to take over?” Y/n nodded, approaching the two boys who huffed out hot breaths of air.

“What style of fighting have you two focused on?” She questioned, flexing her hands within her leather gloves.

“Swords for the most part, sometimes Lucerys likes the bow.” Jacaerys snickered, his younger brother elbowing him in turn.

“No, I mean, what kingdom style. Are you most comfortable with the techniques of the Crownlands or the Reach? The North or the Riverlands?” Y/n trailed off, expecting their answer.

“I suppose the Crownlands?” Lucerys shrugged.

“It is to be expected. I myself favour the Dornish way, would you two like to see a demonstration?” The two boys nodded vigorously, curious to what the Dornish would have to offer them. Y/n shed the majority of her armor, swiftly raising her sword against the two before nodding at them to brandish their weapons. She goaded them to attack, Jacaerys lunging first. He swung his sword with great power but it was no use; Y/n dodged it quickly, hopping behind the prince and knocking him to the ground with the butt of her blade. Lucerys was quieter with his approach, yet still he did not succeed. He took too long holding his sword up to gain momentum in his swing, Y/n using his momentary pause to her advantage. She kicked him backwards, a winded gasp coming from the boy as he fell to the ground.

“W-what the hell was that?” Lucerys coughed, his elder brother helping him up.

“That, my young princes, was the way of the Dornish.” Y/n chuckled, putting away her weapon, “Would you like me to teach you?”

The evening was brisk, Y/n stretching out her neck as she read a book before bed. The boys had done a number on her, unrelenting in their pursuit of a new trade. They were quick learners—eager. By the time Y/n was finished with them she was breathing as hard as they were. Fire crackled in the pit across from her, sending sweet smelling smoke her way. It was familiar, the burn of ash in her throat, reminiscent of a place she had been long ago yet no longer had any recollection of. Y/n shut her book and blew out the candle by her bedside, throwing the covers over her face and settling into the night of dreams.

Y/n awoke groggily, looking around her with bleary eyes. She sat underneath a weirwood tree but oddly enough she was not in the North. By the way the sun beat upon her she was south as south could be, lush southern plants encasing the weirwood in every direction.

“You are new.” A girl’s voice spoke, Y/n shutting up straight as her eyes locked onto a young girl sitting across from her on a bench. Within her hands crawled a spider large enough to encase them, the creature moving back and forth between the girls grasp.

“I am new?” Y/n groaned, still getting used to the new setting she was in, no longer asleep in her chambers.

“Yes, you are new to this dream. Why are you here? What have you to tell me?” The girl lifted her periwinkle gaze towards Y/n, silken strands of waved silver hair tied back into a long braid. Now Y/n recognized her, she was a Targaryen; which one she couldn't say.

“I don't know, I suppose nothing. What do you wish to know?” Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

“Why are you here?” The silver haired girl asked, her eyes diverting back to the spider.

“I am here because this is my dream, and I am asleep, and apparently I fantasize about speaking to spider-loving Targaryen’s.” Y/n chuckled, the girl raising her brow.

“This cannot be your dream, as it is mine.” The girl scoffed.

“I can bet your arse it's my dream, but there’s no use in convincing you, I’ll wake up soon enough and go back to my duties.” Y/n shrugged.

“And so shall I.” The girl grinned, putting down the spider and allowing it to venture back into the gardens.

“What are your duties?” The girl questioned, leaning forward.

“I am going to make sure Rhaenyra Targaryen sits the Iron Throne no matter what.” Y/n’s answer was darker than she meant it to sound, not attempting to lie to this figment of her imagination.

“I see…and how will you do that?” The girl hummed, looking Y/n up and down.

“With my three dragons.” Y/n laughed, hoping to wake up soon as the line of questioning was beginning to get boring.

“You have three dragons? How? You are not a Targaryen.” The girl gasped, shocked that the other girl in front of her could possess such powers.

“The gods just love me.” Y/n jested, closing her eyes once more.

“The gods do not love you, Y/n,” The girl suddenly used her name, “they have faith in you.”

Y/n sighed, keeping her eyes closed. Soon she would wake up and resume her regular life without loopy Targaryen’s to worry about running around in her dreams.

“See you soon, cousin.”

That gave Y/n pause, the girl going to open her eyes. When she did, however, she was met with the canopy of her bed. She had returned to her room, the early morning sun streaming in through her window.

Damn, Y/n cursed, maybe I should care more about my dreams.

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Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.

Cw for chapter- mention of arranged marragie, pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

Previous chapter here

Chapter 16

“My lady?” joss asks you as you look out the carriage window. He sits across from you in the carriage.

“We're nearly there.” he says again.

“Mm.” you answer eyes glued to the outside world. The ground changes from dirt road to cobblestone as the ride becomes smoother. The view of the grassy field becomes blocked with the white stone building of the entrance to the castle. Sooner than later the carriage comes to a stop. You look forward to joss. Before the carriage doors open a footman holds out his hand to you helping you out of the carriage before joss follows.

“OH my daughter!” You mother exclaims running down the path way before wrapping you in her arms as soon as possible you hug her back. Your father hurries to you as well, hugging you and wrapping arms around you.

“My darling girl.” He says your mother wipes tears from her eyes. As you pull away.

“Oh look at you, the weather has gotten to you. Oh come in and take a bath my love!” she says.

“W-wait mother. This is joss a squire in kingslanding, he kept me safe.” you say

“Your majesty.” joss bows.

“Thank you, my boy. See to it that he has his own room, a warm bath and a hot meal tonight you understand.” Your mother orders the servants.

“Lucinda will take care of you.” your mother says holding out her hand to reveal your previous head lady in waiting before cersi interchanged them.

“Lucy!” you exclaim as you two join in a hug.

“I thought you were dead. After cersi interchanged you all.” you say your eyes are scanning her.

“No, my lady, she did us that much service, me, I returned here after i was dismissed i will always serve house vixen.” She says you smile giving her another hug before she helps you inside the castle door with your mother, father, joss and servant following.

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You sit in the hot bath water clean from the rugged journey over the seas. Lucinda arranges your clothes as you relax your eyes closed.

“My lady is with the child then.” she speaks, blinking you out of your haze.

“Y-yes.” you reply.

“Is it his? Your ser husband, ser clegane?” she asks. You nod.

“Apologize if this is above me your highness but…did he treat you well the last I knew he left you alone in the bed chamber unconsummated.” she says you sigh.

“He treats me very well, Lucy, saved me when kings landing was falling. We got separated but he promised he’d find me. I'm happy to have a piece of him with me even if it's not in the best circumstances.” you say putting your hand over your stomach.

“Have you visited a maester yet, your highness? The journey was long. I want it in your best interest to be well.” she says.

“I won't have a maester poking about me but, if you could arrange a midwife to inspect me I would be most grateful.” you say smiling up at her. She nods happily.

“May I ask you something?” you ask.

“Of course m’lady.” She says to arrange your things when you're done bathing.

“Do you have anyone?” you ask. She nods and smiles looking down.

“The baker's boy, the one who works here in the castle.” she blushes slightly which makes you smile.

“Have you courted?” you ask wanting to know all the details as you haven't had a real female friend in however long.

“Oh no. He um…he doesn't really know I exist” she bashfully smiles. You sigh, sinking back into the tub.

“Hmm well you have my full blessing at least i could be a part of one romance rather than my own.” you reply she smiles and nods. You sit up, rinsing off one last time before standing up and getting out. She helps you dry and dress before leaving you heading to her own chambers for the night leaving you alone in your room.

You walk over to the mirror turning to your side not seeing a bump yet but it's only been a month or so. Your hand runs over your stomach that is hidden by the night dress you wear. You look up into the mirror at your own face. The only thing you want more than any child in the world is for your husband to be standing behind you, leaving kisses on your cheeks and neck. Your eyes well up with tears and a slight pang of fear costumes your heart as you realize just how much you miss him.

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The day breaks and with it brings light streaming into your room illuminated with color from the stained glass windows. You lay on your side as your eyes flutter open the side of the bed empty. You reach out running your palm along the silken sheets not realizing how far to the side you're having gotten used to sandor large body in the bed.

You take a breath before sitting up. Confused at first as to why you aren't being bombarded with your ladies in waiting but then remembering you aren't in king's landing anymore, you are home. You look to the side seeing the braided decorative rope that leads to the bell in the ladies chambers. You reach over and take hold of it pulling on it slightly ringing the bell.

You exit your bed running your fingers through your hair as you walk to your vanity and take a seat in front of the mirror. You take the extra alone time to begin brushing your hair. The doors soon open and your ladies walk in curtseying to you. As they choose out which dress you’re to wear for the day.

You get dressed in silence, your mind clearly filled with anything else but your princess duties.

“Your highness?” one speaks

“Hm?” you ask blankly.

“Your mother, the queen, has asked you to join her in the throne room this afternoon after you eat.” She speaks. You nod curious for what it's about but also not necessarily caring for what your mother plans for you to do. You finish getting ready before heading to the dining hall to eat breakfast.

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A chair is moved out for you as you take a seat and scoot up to the table once more before breakfast foods are placed infront of you. You stare into the plate of food having lost your appetite all of a sudden.

“How was your knight my darling?” your father asks of you. You don't answer until he clears his throat and asks the question once more.

“S-sorry um…yes. Very well.” you answer.

“No worries my dear you must be tired from your journey.” he smiles and continues to shove his face with a pastry. The doors open and joss walks in now cleaned up, presumably fed, and in a new squire garment. He takes his place behind you against the side window panel.

You give him a small smile he nods to you before you look back down at your food. The doors open once more and your mother walks through talking to a man, by the looks of his wears and the people he who follow his every move hes a prince.

“Good morning my love.” you father stands to your mother kissing her cheek as you stand up as well a small wave of imbalance washing over you before you regain your stance.

“My dear you're awake. This is prince Marco veiled of mantarys he’s visiting for the month.” your mother smiles at the man who seems way to handsome to be real ofcourse with your heart directed on someone else you have no interest in him.

“Your highness pleased to make your acquaintance. W-when her majesty told me you had returned home safely i thought nothing but your safe recuperation.” He says giving you a slight bow.

Your eyes dart to your mother as the smile grows larger on her face.

“I've brought the young prince here so you two can better know one another before you take part in the marriage ceremony on the last month's day.” she squeaks in excitement as both the prince and her smile.

“M-my love…” your father falters at the announcement confused himself. Your face drops and an uncomfortable silence fills the room.

“What?...” you voice breaks as you leave off the question.

“Y-you and prince marco are betrothed of course i had set it far in advance as you've just returned and you two can bond…” she trails off repeating herself.

“Im not marrying him.” you state out.

“And why not?” your mother asks.

“Beaucse I am already married!” you exclaim knowing that they got the letter along with your brothers head sent to them.

“That evil bitch cersi marrying you off to a low class knight man is not match for a princess” you mother retorts.

“Are you perhaps short of a marble or did you forget that when cersi sent dortains head along with the note of my marriage to that low class knights man. They sent you his head in a box with the pig shipment, that's how little they thought of him!” You exclaim standing at the table.

“And they married you off to a half charred brute from the north! They married you off and took your womanhood, your manners, they took everything from us, from you!!” She yells. You swipe your dining wear off the table causing the metal and glass to clatter to the floor beneath you.

“AND YOU SENT ME THERE!! YOU SENT HIM THERE! THIS IS NOT MY FAULT! IT IS YOURS!” You scream out. It’s quiet in the room as your father stands about to speak.

“You don't think I do not remember hoping that your head wouldn't be sent next then! You will marry prince marco!” your mother interrupts your father as she yells to you.

“I WILL FUCKING NOT! SANDOR CLEGANE, THAT IS THE NAME OF MY LORD HUSBAND AND FATHER OF MY CHILD AND IF YOU SELL ME TO THIS NEXT PRINCE I WILL LEAVE AND NOT COME BACK!” you yell back to her.

“DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU TO GO THERE'S NOTHING BUT MILES AND YOU ARE HERE YOU ARE HOME!!” Your mother yells you become silent staring at her tears falling down your cheeks.

“..home.” You scoff she nods reaching out for you but you step back.

“I am not home, mother. I-I will not marry you my prince I am already promised to another excuse me..” you say to the man before turing to walk out of the room hearing your mother and father calling for you to come back harshly but you ignore them.

Continuing your walk out. Your balance slightly off as the numbness of emotions slightly off. Joss follows a few steps behind you worrying about your current state. You begin to slow down from your fast pace, your hand resting on your stomach as you feel the lump of emotion you’d been suppressing. Until you finally come to a stop. Taking in a shaky breath.

Your tears fall down your cheeks as you cry still standing in the hall.

“Your highness?” Joss asks

You ignore him as you whimper letting out a sob.

Next chapter here

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federer7 · 8 months

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Sandringham-Road-Kingsland-High-Street-10.42am-11.37am. London. 15thJune 2009

Photo: Chris Dorley-Brown

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you taste like wine pt. 2

Description: Daemon Targaryen was as unpredictable as the wind — his love built cities and his wrath destroyed them. Y/N just learnt to accept the fact that there was both good and bad in him. After all, he’d never harm her — he’d never harm his love, his fantasy and his truth.

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There was both good and bad inside Daemon, perhaps she's learnt to accept that all these years. "Viserys' health has taken a turn for the worst," he announces as he takes his boots off and finds his place beside her. Daemon always cared about his brother, and seeing him in pain also brought pain to Daemon.

"That sounds awful," she exhales as she continues rocking her second-son, Baelon, to sleep. As the years passed, the Hightower's power only grew and now they ruled in the King's honor. Y/N worried about her husband's niece. She could foresee war and only hope that her sons would be safe. "How is Rhaenyra dealing with it?" she inquired as Daemon settled beside her.

Daemon sighs loudly, placing a hand on his son's back. "She's doing awfully. Alicent and Otto, they exert power over her. I can't believe we've left her all alone." he whispered quietly as he exchanges a stare with his wife. "We should've brought her," she agreed watching her son coo at his father.

He smiles, already forgetting about his previous sorrows. Instead, his hands reached for Baelon. His youngest son inherited his mother's features — those kind E/C eyes, and H/C locks. Daemon loved it.

"Has he been good?" he questioned as he placed his son on his chest, allowing his warmth to provide a warm embrace. Y/N nods, figuring that she should leave out the nasty parts. "Of course, just like his father." she replied placing a kiss atop Daemon's head.

A little piece of paradise, now about to be taken away.

Daemon chuckles at her remark, finding nothing good in himself. "And Aemon, is he still jealous?" he asked and she smiles. Her oldest son always loved attention — he hated sharing it with his brother.

"Much like his father," she repeated and he rolls his purple eyes. Both of his sons looked like his wife, but their personalities derived from Daemon. They were fierce like summer storm, and toilsome as a rocky-road. "Do you suppose we should return to Dragonstone with Rhaenyra?" she queried.

In her youth, she loved the tallies of court. She didn't mind smiling at every other lord that came her way. But now that she's older, she rebukes court. She finds all of them annoying — and prefers the company of her own blood.

Daemon disagrees, an occurrence that was as rare as a blue moon.

"Rhaenyra's position here is weakened. After her strong-sons. If we leave, we risk taking away her only pillar." he explained and she sighs in discontent. She loved Rhaenyra, truly — but she wouldn't waste a war for it. Y/N was scared of the Hightowers.

He sees her discontent and stares up at her face. Still finding her features angelic after all these years. "We will not flee anymore." he asserted his stand and she nods her head. She would never understand dragons. She was just a rose.

"If Viserys' health is declining then I agree. Rhaenyra's place is here at Kingslanding." she started as she settled down and covered her body in the thick blankets of wool. "I respect your decision, and I fear for our Rhaenyra." she admitted as she traced her fingers on the tops of the blanket. "We must guard her now," she finished and he places a kiss on her cheeks.

"My strong rose," he complimented, earning a chuckle from the woman. "Don't worry about it too much," he advices as she leans into his embrace. Finding his presence relaxing and comforting.

Her eyes flutter and he places their son between them both. His eyes watching as hers fell into deep sleep.

All would be well within the family.

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curiouscatalog · 6 months

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Even the smallest books have beautiful details.

From: White, Henry Kirke, and Marion Dunlop. The Prose Remains of Henry Kirke White, of Nottingham, Late of St. John’s College, Cambridge : Containing His Letters, Essays, &c. &c. London: Published by Jones & Company, 3, Acton Place, Kingsland Road, 1824. Print.

PR5791 .P9 1824

#Henry Kirke White #Poetry #letters #autobiography #Tiny Book #marbled paper #marbling #1800s #19thcentury #book art #rarebooks #specialcollections #libraryofva

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Fraye Hill of House Lannister

Chapter One

Fraye Hill was basically the ward of Jamie Lannister. On a trip, Jamie had found her as a baby on the side of a gravel road. He could've killed her but something inside of him couldn't do it. He brung her to Casterly Rock before his sister had married King Robert. They all urged him against it but he fought to have her raised with the Lannisters. She remained at Casterly Rock until Joffrey was king.

She stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the Lannisters; all golden blonde while her hair was black as night. She was raised with privilage even though she was not a Lannister. She loved to read and Tyrion Lannister read to her a lot as a child. They got along well and she knew she could always count on him. Tywin Lannister, on the other hand was a a bit harder to get a long with. Even though he scolded her, he knew how smart she was. She took to any task he put in front of her. She read a lot about war and battle. She was great at battle tactics. She had asked if she could assist in army affairs but he refused. He had stated that ladys do not concern themselves with swords and battle. He had even tried to marry her off when had turned 16 but she refused. He was angry for a while but told her that she had until the age of 19. If she had not married by then, he would see to it that she had to do as he choosed. She had agreed reluctantly. It angered Cersei Lannister. She hated being forced into marriage and she hated even more that Tywin didn't force you right away. Cersei didn't love Robert but she loved her children. Fraye wasn't liked by Joffrey either. He had always hated her. He called her a rat and said she belonged in the trenches. She never liked him either. He was a spoiled brat who didn't understand who lucky he was. Now that he was king and her 19th name day was approaching, Joffrey would force the worst person upon her. He knew of her agreement to Tywin and the fact that he had promised a celebration for her name day, she knew nothing good would come of it.

Fraye was known to be devilishly beautiful and had many marriage offers but she refused all. She refused to marry anyone she didn't feel something for. Now that her name day was approaching, she'd have to choose fast. That's where Kingslanding's Guard dog came in. She had seen him as soon as she arrived. He was standing beside Joffrey's throne. They had looked at each other. Something about him intruiged her right away. She wanted to know his story and she was going to find it out.

a/n: This is my first Sandor Clegane fic. I'm using an original female character. There will be themes of rape/non-consent and violence at times. I'm open to suggestions and let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy!

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