#lord of the rings wiki

[lordoftheringsfanart]

My (hand drawn) Middle Earth Map and Thror’s Map Source: https://ift.tt/Fr0fnDN

#lord of the rings online #lord of the rings wiki #lord of the rings cast #lord of the rings shop #lo

[magpie-trinkets]

unexpected encounter at the movie premiere

Transcript of the conversation below:

Edgeworth: What are you doing here, Franziska?

Franziska: The same as you, you fool.

Edgeworth: I didn't know you liked the Steel Samurai.

Franziska: I don't. I have memorised the fan-wiki for this date.

Edgeworth: Oh? Going for the perfect date, I see.

Franziska: Of course. What about you and Phoenix Wright? Did you drag him here?

Edgeworth: He came willingly- and he has media literacy, although he tries to hide it.

Franziska: Hmph. Then, wanna test how prepared we both came for this movie? Did you do your homework, Miles Edgeworth?

Edgeworth: That's hilarious. Unlike yourself, I have actually watched every episode and have followed the series since its debut.

Franziska: You won't win against me, Miles Edgeworth. I checked my sources and discussed motifs in anonymous forums. My knowledge is perfect.

Edgeworth: Nothing beats first-hand experience, but I'll humor you. Prepare to lose, Franziska.

Both: Bring it.

#mlm wlw hostility with the von karma siblings #had this silly idea in my mind (like i always do) and i finally found the energy to draw it #the movie title is a reference to the lord of the rings return of the king #i could've put shogun but the movie plot (ace attorney goncharov) vibed more woth daimyo #my art #ms paint #ace attorney #wrightworth #franmaya #narumitsu #it could've been a cute date for both pairings if they hadn't coincided in the queue. ah well #franziska 🤝 phoenix: although not invested in their partner's interest they share the experience with them out of love #franziska doesn't know edgeworth moderates the fan-wiki... or does she? #shitpost

[homonationalist]

Once the veneer of fantasy is stripped off, the setting terrestrialized, and the orcs recognized as human, then, all the classic themes of Western racist thought become immediately visible. Tolkien’s aesthetic judgment on Mongols and orcs simply repeats Meiners’ aesthetic classification of races, and the even earlier medieval hierarchy: “The figure prized in medieval romances corresponded to Greek statuary, physiognomy was important, and a ‘skin of dazzling whiteness’ exemplified true beauty. Such beauty symbolized goodness, while blackness, small stature, and an ill-proportioned body meant ugliness and evil.” Similarly, twentieth-century German racists would contrast Aryans and dark “ape-men.” Blacks themselves, of course, had traditionally been seen in racist thought as close to apes, and possibly even prone to couplings with orangutans. In keeping with the foregoing, Tolkien describes an orc as “a short crook-legged creature, very broad and with long arms that hung almost to the ground” (TT, 62), while at the siege of Helm’s Deep, we are told, the orcs “sprang up [the ladders] like apes in the dark forests of the South” (TT, 178). The pure-blooded orcs’ fear of the sun also has its precedent in one German anthropologist’s contrast of a diurnal Aryan and a nocturnal non-Aryan race.

Charles W. Mills from “The Wretched of Middle‐Earth: An Orkish Manifesto” (2022)

#charles w. mills #the wretched of middle earth #lord of the rings #reading #i wish someone would do a dissection of the white supremacy in asoiaf like mills does for lotr #i mean maybe someone has i havent looked 😭 #but im revisiting a dance with dragons and the like white supremacy and orientalism is so insane #i read that in middle school so i didnt pick up on it but my god #even just looking at the wiki page for meereen like its alarming #the martells??? like im sure this has been discussed before but i havent read these books in like 10 years so its the first time im #seeing it with my own eyes #idk the way i find lotr repulsive after reading the wretched of middle earth #im like.....how are the people who make hours long youtube videos theorizing about asoiaf #not like intrigued or bothered by this at all #the only allegiance i have to hotd is alicent #otherwise that really is the white supremacy show #edit: all the ppl saying dany abolished slavery and has good intentions so she cant be imperalist or colonizing etc #and saying asoiaf is a fantasy so it doesnt have our current racial system in it....youareallsostupid.jpeg #if u can discuss the misogyny and gender politics in asoiaf u can discuss the racial politics goodbye #i feel like white ppl think discussing white supremacy or colonialism or etc in a work immediately means that work is bad and so they #do gymnastics to avoid having those conversations

[eldenringslut]

Time for a fun bit of pain *rubs hands together in glee*

Tanith says here: "I will never be a good mother... Our Lord (Rykard) must have known this all along” in response to giving Rya/Zorayas the Tonic of Forgetfulnesses.

I take this to mean that Tanith and Rykard never had any biological children together, and that Tanith blames herself for this, believing herself unworthy of being a mother and, of course, believing that Rykard shared this view of her.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #elden ring theory #lady tanith #tanith #rykard lord of blasphemy #praetor rykard #rya #yes i did find this while reading character dialogue on the wiki #yes im autistic #how could you tell?

[god7stims]

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#↳ stim ; my stuff ! #stimboard #lord of the rings #legolas lotr #thranduil lotr #stim #visual stim #proship safe #shipcest #? idk lotr - going off the wiki lol

[z-h-i-e]

The Crack LotR Wiki

Today I stumbled into the fanon LotR Wiki for the first time.

This was the first gem I found:

I am now imagining a Silmarillion where Maglor and Maedhros just got tired of the shenanigans of Celegorm, Curufin, and Caranthir, and used the kinslaying in Doriath as an excuse to kill off problematic brothers. They only meant to off Celegorm and Curufin, but Caranthir kind of got caught in the crossfire. Meanwhile, Celegorm's servants run off with Elured and Elurin because they know how much M&M like to adopt orphans even though they haven't really done that yet, and that's how they get back at M&M for this very terrible decision.

Well, I'd come up with more ideas off this, but I think I'm going to go learn more about the nazgul Chadmire and Sakos Flamefist.

Maybe I'll go find out more about Legolas' little sister first.

Nah -- I definitely went over and fucked around with the Erestor biography before I did anything else.

#silmarillion #lord of the rings #hobbit #fandom wikis #erestor #sons of feanor #kinslaying shenanigans #i am going to go spread so much misinformation and fake middle-earth news over there

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

According to Tumblr's year end fandom wrap-up, The Silmarillion was one of the top books on the site but Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit don't even rank.

#Nobody actually reads the Silmarillion #You just check the fan wikis to brush up on the facts so you can be mad about Rings of Power #Lotr #Lord of the rings #the silmarillion #The Hobbit #Tolkien #post o' mine

[naruthandir]

does anyone have resources on westron phonology. asking for a friend.

#lord of the rings #hobbits #tolkien #conlang #I mean where am I even supposed to ask the information in the wiki is extremely limited and we only know a little bit of gramar #I don't care about grammar #I want to know what it sounded like #Or else I am going to have to make it up myself #Also Maura is such a beautiful name Frodo absolutely deserved that #He absolutely is a Maura if I've ever seen one

[fandom-official]

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#books #reading #fandom #wiki #wikis #harry potter #the lord of the rings #lotr #jrr tolkien #rick riordan #percy jackson #warriors #warrior cats #the wheel of time #a song of ice and fire #wings of fire #dune #the hunger games #a court of thorns and roses #fantasy #sci-fi #ya #fandoms #Instagram

[imakemywings]

Why didn’t Durin’s Bane seemingly have any ambition of his own, like his fellow Maiar in Sauron or Saruman? Obviously Gandalf, Radagast and the Blue Wizards all had their own thing going on as well, but the Balrog was seemingly content to chill in Moria for thousands of years, for some reason? In theory, would the Balrog have been cognisant enough to seek rehabilitation in Valinor, as Sauron was offered during the First Age?

Anon, if you're one of the anons who's been here before, you ask some very interesting questions.

As with some of my past answers I think there are a few viable options.

a) You nailed it and Durin's Bane just did not really have much personal motivation or ambition, so without a leader he was directionless, but once Durin VI and then the Fellowship intruded on "his" territory, he was moved to action.

b) He was asleep, possibly dormant after the War of Wrath, and awakened by the activities of the Dwarves of Khazad-dum, and then later further disturbed by the Fellowship and the Orcs following them.

c) He had been weakened enough by Melkor's defeat/possibly injuries he received during the War of Wrath that he did not want to venture out into the world, but again, was still willing or motivated to defend what he saw as "his" space in Moria, either against Durin VI or the Fellowship.

The Tolkien Gateway appears to support (b), stating:

"For more than five millennia, the Balrog hibernated in his deep hiding place at the roots of the mountains in Khazad-dûm. He remained undisturbed throughout the Second Age and most of the Third, before the mithril-miners of dwarf-King Durin VI awoke him in T.A. 1980." (Tolkien Gateway, entry: Durin's Bane, section: Awakening and the Third Age)

But I pulled out my copy of The Return of the King to check the citation on this statement, and while it does say in the timeline of the Third Age that "A Balrog awoke" and slew Durin VI, it does not mention what Durin's Bane was doing prior to this. Appendix B says:

"1980: The Witch-King comes to Mordor and there gathers the Nazgul. A Balrog appears in Moria, and slays Durin VI." (Page 1087, 2020 hardback ed.)

So I'm not sure if Durin's Bane being "asleep" or "hibernating" during the Second Age is actual canon, or just an assumption/interpretation of the person who wrote that section of his article.

However, I do find it a plausible scenario. To your point, it seems unlikely he was just chilling down there for 5,000 years. Then again, time passes differently for Ainur, so it's not impossible. Most of Melkor and Sauron's creations seem to run rampant without direction, causing mayhem and destruction in their wake as their MO though, so I feel like if Durin's Bane had been awake, he would have made his presence known.

Furthermore, Gandalf himself uses the phrasing "awoke/awakened" when referencing the causes of Khazad-dum's downfall and the actions of the Dwarves, which I feel supports theory (b). The way Khazad-dum's destruction is framed certainly seems to evoke that they had disturbed a slumbering evil which might have otherwise continued to lay dormant.

I also think that Sauron and Saruman are perhaps exceptional in their ambition. They are both portrayed as extremely driven and ambitious and become over time very fixated on the growth of their own power and their own self-promotion. I'm not sure if this necessarily holds true for every Maia who was in service to Melkor or Sauron. For example, neither Gothmog nor Thuringwethil seem to have the same drive. Frankly, Gandalf and Radagast, while not layabouts, do not seem nearly that ambitious either, being more content to just explore Middle-earth and learn what they can, helping people along the way. So these may just be quirks of character, as with people.

As to whether rehabilitation is possible--that's a tougher question. Tolkien seems to imply, in my view, that the turning of a Maia to a Balrog is an irreversible kind of corruption. Why else is it that some of them are Balrogs, but others, like Sauron and Thuringwethil, are not? Sauron is offered a chance at redemption at the end of the War of Wrath, but there's no mention of the Balrogs. That could be because there were no Balrogs around, being either dead, dormant, or in hiding, but it may also be because they were too far gone. It may also be that they were offered it, but it wasn't mentioned because they were not as plot-relevant as Sauron, but I feel Tolkien would have at least dropped a sentence or two on it if they were.

But Tolkien also repeatedly emphasizes that anyone is capable of change, although they may not choose to do it. That's why Melkor and Sauron and Grima and plenty of others who we think perhaps should not have gotten a second chance got one anyway. So I'm not sure I would entirely rule out that Balrogs are capable of reforming and perhaps returning to their original Maiar state, but I would imagine it's very unlikely. However, if a Balrog asked for the chance to repent and change, I’m sure Manwe would allow it.

#durin's bane #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien tag #meta #asks #balrogs #I whine all day long about having to follow a trail of citations for work #but when it comes to double-checking the fan wiki hang on let me whip out my on RotK copy #and see if that holds up #mine

[lordoftheringsfanart]

RIP Grishnákh Source: https://ift.tt/25WXLGB

#lord of the rings online #lord of the rings wiki #lord of the rings cast #lord of the rings shop #lo

[sexhaver]

everyone loves to laugh at how comically granular/detailed Dwarf Fortress is (and rightfully so!), but i feel like NetHack doesn't get enough attention because it is just as funny. for example, one of your most essential tools for surviving the early floors is to check the readme/wiki and notice that one of your, no joke, literally 134 keybinds is "engrave". pressing that button prompts you to write a word or phrase on a nearby surface, either by etching it with a dagger, blasting it with a wand, or just writing in the dust with your finger. if you write specifically the word "Elbereth" on a tile, you can stand there without most monsters being able to touch you.

the word "Elbereth" is not referenced or explained anywhere in-game. you are expected to know it from having read Lord of the Rings. you can really tell this game originally released in 1987 sometimes

[cogentranting]

Rating Non-Disney Animated Horse Designs

I’m back by popular demand/well not really but my optimism’s grand

A sequel to my Disney horse Rating post for all the other random non-Disney horses. Dreamworks, Bluesky, random cartoons, anything I could find. Featuring: Altivo, Spirit, some Barbie horses, and a few abominations.

Horse (Sing)

6/10 I don’t hate it and I feel like I should because it’s really hard to anthropomorphize horses that much without making them into the stuff of nightmares.

Shadowfax (The Lord of the Rings) 

5/10 There’s nothing WRONG with him per se, but it’s SHADOWFAX. Lord of all horses. He should wow me, and he doesn’t. Check out Gandalf’s weird sock-boots though. 

Hervé (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) 

-6/10 Horses' mouths don’t look like that. Horses’ mouths should not look like that. This thing wants to eat human flesh but can’t because it has two solid curved huge teeth with no physical  relationship with its jaw. Also this horse has the beginnings of male-pattern baldness. 

Princess Brietta (Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus)

1/10 Her eyes are flat like they’ve been painted onto her socketless skull. And there’s something very off-putting about this shade of pink. 

Beauty, Merry Legs, Ginger (Black Beauty) 

4/10 Ginger isn’t ginger. That is not a sorrel horse. There’s ONE requirement. Beauty’s the best of the three which is I guess what counts. 

Hans, Klaus and Greta (Ferdinand) 

2/10 I hate them so much. The core design isn’t that bad but the way they move and pose is. No horse should make that face. The one on the left is stretched putty.

The Grand Chawhee (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

I know what you’re thinking-- “isn’t that a mule or a donkey of some sort?” No. He’s a racehorse. Maybe a thoroughbred. And it’s his birthday so the other horses let him win. 

9/10

Stella (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

1/10 She gets one point for being nice to Chawhee. But she’s clearly some sort of alien giraffe hybrid. 

Odette’s horse (Swan Princess) 

7/10 Just a nice little palomino design.  

That little shaggy pony (The Quest for Camelot)

12/10 Amazing. Look at the determination.

Buck (Barnyard) 

2/10 See this is what that horse from Sing COULD have looked like. 

The Horse in the Back, Not Klaus But I Couldn’t FInd a Better Picture (Klaus)

9/10 He matches his owner and I respect that

Leah (The Star) 

4/10 This is horse is voiced by Kelly Clarkson. That has nothing to do with her rating, I just thought you should know. 

(Starchaser: The Legend of Orin) 

8/10 for both. I have questions but I do not want answers. It’s better this way. 

Fred (Over the Garden Wall)

7/10 don’t love that his head is a different color than his body in a weird way but he looks neurotic and fun. 

The Chariot Horses (Prince of Egypt)

8/10 I’ve just always liked these guys with their square faces and fun hats. 

Altivo (The Road to El Dorado)

7/10 Look at the little curl in his mane. Good personality. A little too much “Dreamworks Face” 

Donkey in Horse Form (Shrek 2? one of the Shreks) 

3/10 Look at his face. I DREAD what he might have to say. 

Esmeralda, Esperanza, Ernestina (Madgascar 3)

2/10 They’re coming for you. Coming to drag you into the Abyss. 

Police Horse (Madagascar)

7/10 I like his face shape. Compare him to the Madgascar 3 horses-- look how much more identifiable as a horse he is. 

Melvin (The Lorax)

10/10 He’s not a horse, but he’s so fluffy I love him. 

Babieca (Puss in Boots)

4/10 This horse has dead eyes. 

Onyx (Rise of the Guardians) 

13/10 She’s the leader of the nightmares and I would fully support her terrorizing the dreams of children. I’m pretty sure she and her mares ate the boogie man. A true Girlboss.

Yi Min (Kung Fu Panda but I think just an online game) 

-20/10 Just from a design perspective there’s far too much going on so it’s hard to even make it all out. Also I would have zero idea that this was a horse if the wiki page didn’t tell me it was. It has split hooves? 

Spirit Jr. (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 Objectively I know the design is good  but my heart rebels against this show’s existence. 

Boomerang Thomas Stone (Spirit: Riding Free) 

8/10 I’m not doing all the horses from this show but I had to throw him in because he’s cute and he has a middle and last name for some reason.

Horse (Centaurworld) 

Why are there two distinctly different designs for her? This one gets a 9/10. The round one is like... a 5. All the other creatures in this show are eldritch abominations that will haunt me in my sleep now. 

Esperanza and all the other horses from this movie (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

10/10 No notes. Perfect horses. 

Rain (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) 

15/10 I don’t have a joke here I just really like the way they differentiated her and made her pretty without too much anthropomorphizing. I like that she has a roman nose.  I like her feather. 

Spirit (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

100/10 He’s everything. He shaped me as a person. No other animated horse can compare. 

#horses #long post #spirit stallion of the cimarron #dreamworks #animation #sing #madagascar #all dogs go to heaven #centaurworld #over the garden wall #rise of the guardians #the lorax #the road to el dorado #altivo #that's not ALL of the non-Disney horses clearly but it's a pretty good sampling

[loquaciousquark]

Cazador's Ritual Runes, Translated

Inner: AMPLIFY + HIM + FLOW + EMPOWR [sic] Middle: WE OFFER THE FORCE OF LIFE Outer: WE GATHER HERE TO INVOKE THE POWER OF BLOD [sic]

Mephistopheles can't spell for beans.

(Detailed analysis & conjecture regarding this text, the Rite of Profane Ascension, & Astarion's translated scars under the cut.)

The second ring was the easiest, as the characters are very similar to Latin letters and clearly read out "WE OFFER THE FORCE OF LIFE." Characters were now known for C, E, F, H, I, L, O, R, T, and W. It wasn't clear yet if there were cases.

I was struggling with the first ring, though after decoding the second, I could get a likely "_M_LIF_ + _IM + _LOW + EM_OWR". Guessing the character for P, Y, and A based on context gave me "AMPLIFY + _IM + _LOW + EMPOWR", but I had doubts over the first characters for words two and three. I suspected they would be HIM and FLOW, but the H and F characters didn't match the H from the second ring's "THE" or the F from "AMPLIFY". Also, "empower" was misspelled, which made me pause.

Abandoning those for a moment, the third ring mapped well onto "WE _ATHER HERE TO I__O_E THE _OWER OF _LO_". Ruling out known letters which were not present, I could guess "WE GATHER HERE TO I__O_E THE POWER OF _LO_", but again the P from "POWER" was not the same as the P from "AMPLIFY" in the inner ring. However, it was very, very similar, and nothing else fit, so I committed, now suspecting there were capital versions of some letters included in the text.

At this point I went digging for resources. I found a copy of an Infernal alphabet on the Forgotten Realms wiki, and while it looks like the typeface Larian used is a bespoke creation for the game rather than a 1:1 copy of this alphabet, the letters for lowercase G, N, K, B, and D were nearly identical. Y (from AMPLIFY) also matched perfectly, confirming that earlier guess. This gave a clear "WE GATHER HERE TO INVOKE THE POWER OF BLOD."

This resulted in: AMPLIFY + _IM + _LOW + EMPOWR WE OFFER THE FORCE OF LIFE WE GATHER HERE TO INVOKE THE POWER OF BLOD

Looking at the wiki for capital letters, the only ones I could find which might reasonably fit the _IM missing character (assuming the Larian alphabet was based off this wiki typography) were A, B, H, O, T, V, and Y. Of those choices, only AIM, HIM, TIM, and VIM were words, and as cheesy as Cazador is, I couldn't imagine him saying AMPLIFY TIM FLOW EMPOWR. Given the alternatives, HIM was the only choice which made sense.

I went through the same process for _LOW, but this character seems unmatchable to me. By far it looks the most like the E from the Infernal alphabet, with maybe a capital Y being a distant second. However, ELOW and YLOW are certainly not words, and absent all other comparatives, the character in question does resemble a fancy F. Barring other languages, FLOW with a capital or unique F fits best.

AMPLIFY + HIM + FLOW + EMPOWR WE OFFER THE FORCE OF LIFE WE GATHER HERE TO INVOKE THE POWER OF BLOD

I did double-check the texts available in Cazador's mansion just to make sure this hadn't been translated elsewhere (after I'd done all the work, of course), and the only written text of relevance is from the Black Mass scroll you find near Vellioth's skull. It reads:

The Rite of Profane Ascension Oh, piteous dead! Oh, ravenous dead! Immortality is your gift, but darkness is your prison and hunger its gaoler. The Rite of Profane Ascension will release you. Walk in the sun. Suffer not from hunger. Grow your power beyond anything you imagined. A pact has been made with the Lord of Hellfire. Deliver unto him seven thousand souls, each bearing an Infernal mark, and you shall be free of your chains. You shall know true power. Deliver the souls. Speak the words. Ecce dominus, Has animas offero in sacrificio, Nunc volo potestatem quam pollicitus es mihi.

The Latin translates (as best I can tell with my incredibly weak Latin) to:

Behold [the] Lord, I offer these souls in sacrifice, I want the power thou hast promised me.

Which is interesting, but not clearly mapped to the Infernal above. Then I started wondering what relationship Astarion's scars have with all this, but thankfully, someone else has done the work here!

Astarion's scars have been transcribed and translated in a wonderfully detailed Reddit post by northpaw_s in 2020, but the salient points are that they appear to be in a mishmash of mangled Latin and Romance languages ("Infernal") and read:

Hoyc inferiu non iurare per igneu Naec virba loquor Eoai mundo muoat

Which appears to roughly translate to:

This soul swears no oath by fire Nor words does he speak In the realm of death

This makes sense if it's a fragment of a contract. I suspect the other spawn's scars are all identical to Astarion's for game mechanics/development reasons, but it'd be wild if they did have minor differences to complete the rest of the phrases! I know the scars don't show on their backs they way they do on Astarion's outside of the moment of the ritual, but it really does make me wonder if there's a complete text of the poem in some writer's documentation somewhere.

Anyway, what did you do with your Thursday night?

#astarion #cazador #no wonder the rite was so secretive mephistopheles didn't want anyone to know he's a terrible speller #baldur's gate 3 #plus a lot of talk about astarion's scars' meaning & the rite's text #puzzles! neat! #i don't know what to tag this so i'll be able to find it again #quark plays bg3 #quark rambles #each phrase is repeated three times on each ring by the by

[thisisnotthenerd]

ok, i know i put a poll up and that relationship tracking won the poll for what came next on the stats series.

but consider this: relationship tracking takes so goddamn long. i had already started it by the time that i put the poll up, and as of now i'm still not done. granted the list is comprehensive: romantic, platonic, familial, and adversarial relationships, separated by pc-npc and pc-pc. for every season.

anyway, i started tracking character ages in the meantime while i build up the motivation to finish the relationship tracking.

without further ado:

d20 character ages

some of these are listed in the wiki. some of these are based on vibes and more vague indications from the seasons in question. all of them have some element of my commentary. if there isn't an age given i will explain why. it's in the seating chart because that compacts the format into an understandable block and not an infinitely long list.

to be clear, some of these are confirmed with actual numbers, but some aren't, and i'm listing them as unknown and offering my opinion in place of a confirmed number.

fantasy high freshman year: i am convinced that the ages the cast give are vibes based. as someone who did not fit the normal age range of high school, i can tell you that in the US, freshmen are typically 14-15, sophomores 15-16, juniors 16-17, and seniors 17-18. that's not to say that someone can't fall out of those ranges. i did. anyway:

fig faeth: ~15. this is a rough estimate--she'd be born just after fall cutoff for her year to start at 15.

gorgug thistlespring: 14-15. he was confirmed 14 at the start of the season, and presumably turns 15 at some point during the year.

adaine abernant: 14-15. this is based on the fact that she turns 16 before the events of sophomore year

fabian seacaster: 16. a bit older than your average freshman, but i knew people who were 16 freshman year, so it's not that weird.

kristen applebees: 15-16. again a bit older than your average freshman, but younger than fabian.

riz gukgak: 14. this was confirmed in episode 13 iirc. riz is the youngest of the party

escape from the bloodkeep: this party has some major age differences that are very unclear. no real confirmed ages.

maggie: unknown. she and zaul'nazh had been in a relationship for ~100 years, so she's probably got a good couple of centuries under her belt

leiland: unknown. similar deal to maggie--he spent centuries serving zaul'nazh. how many? who knows

efink murderdeath: unknown. she's a tolkienesque high elf. if we go full lotr comparison to arwen, she's over 2000 by the time she marries percival.

sokhbarr: unknown. again, we don't really get confirmation of an age for him--he's just kind of an ageless bog-lord.

lilith: old as time. she ate the stars. definitely the oldest of the party.

markus st. vincent: unknown. human, so he has a human lifespan. i'd pin him in his 30s. given that his closest comparison is probably faramir, who's 35 at the start of the war of the ring, i think 30s tracks.

the unsleeping city: here we have a mix of confirmed ages and some straight up vibes.

ricky matsui: late 20s early 30s. more specifically around 26-31. this is vibes-based. i based this on his career progression.

sofia lee: early-mid 30s. another vibes-based one. again based on career progression. she feels a little older than ricky and pete, but not by much. married to dale for 5 years, so if they got married when she was in her late 20s, this tracks.

kingston brown: 55. thank god a confirmed number.

misty moore: ~400. at least that's how long she's been on earth. this actually comes from tucii. i'd put her misty form in late 70s early 80s, and her rowan form in her mid 20s.

kugrash: ~60, based on his 30 years as a rat druid.

pete conlan: younger than 31. this is based on a reference ally makes in tucii to big business (1988), so i aged him back three years. i would guess mid-late 20s during tuc; he mentions not having seen his dad in 6 years. assuming pete fully transitioned during college/around college age, it would make sense for him to be around 25-28 during the first unsleeping city.

tiny heist: some of these characters just straight up don't age, so they don't really count when evaluating age.

rick diggins: unknown. he's a clicko man. he cannot age except in spirit.

boomer coleoptera: unknown. vaguely middle-aged, though that might just be clint mcelroy's general dad energy

agnes: elderly. no confirmed number, though she's old enough to have a grandma schtick, a reputation, and a terminal illness prognosis of 2 months

ti-83: a teen. and that's all we know. probably younger than bean.

bean: late teens early 20s. a vague range, but at least it's something.

car-go jones: another ageless toy. at least a decade in human years, if we estimate that max got him at a similar age that he gives him to dylan.

a crown of candy: finally some goddamn numbers.

liam wilhelmina: 17-18. he starts at 17 and turns 18 in ep 15 iirc.

theobald gumbar: ~50. this tracks for him assisting lazuli and being amethar's friend during the war

jet rocks: 18. and she never lived past 18.

saccharina frostwhip: 23-24. this tracks for her being born around the ravening war, before the rocks sisters were killed.

ruby rocks: 18. and she keeps living.

amethar rocks: 48. reasonable. he'd have been in his mid 20s during the ravening war.

lapin cadbury: old man. yes that is the actual entry. i'd say he's probably 10-15 years older than amethar to really be considered old.

cumulous rocks: late 30s early 40s. tracks for being created by lazuli while theo was starting his knighthood under her.

fantasy high sophomore year: i'm halfway convinced that the intrepid heroes just don't know how old high schoolers are. granted, they may be going for general teen, i.e. 13+1d6, so the more batshit stuff they do comes across as a little more normal. it's like having actors in their 20s play teens. except they're actually dnd characters. and they're in their 30s.

fig faeth: 16-17. another rough estimate for fig.

gorgug thistlespring: 17. a little funky, since he was 14 at the start of fhfy. the principle of 13+1d6 comes across here

adaine abernant: 16. her age range for the year is 15-16, which is normal for a high school sophomore.

fabian seacaster: 18. definitely stretching it a bit. the listed current age is 18-19, which i'm assuming is using boy's night as reference.

kristen applebees: 16-17, which tracks with her progression from freshman year

riz gukgak: 16. confirmed in ep 14 iirc. since he was 14 in feb of freshman year, and assuming spring break is ~april, he has a spring birthday.

pirates of leviathan: there's a pretty clear split of age groups in this season--the first to introduce adults in spyre.

sunny biscotto: 18. her first adventure as an independent person, even though it was technically her running away from home.

barbarella sarsaparilla gainglynn: 22. it tracks; she grew up isolated on leviathan and isn't super far into her career, though she has a pretty strong base

cheese stormcrank: 16. the youngest of the party, even though he's his family breadwinner. the left table is the young people in this party.

myrtle: 30. aabria calls her a 'dirty thirty'. so that may not be exact.

jack brakkow: late 50s equivalent. granted he's a ratkin, and middle age starts at 25 for them, with old landing at 40. so he may actually be younger, probably closer to myrtle's age if not a little older.

marcid the typhoon: unknown. he's never given a specific age. given that he's known myrtle for a long time, and at some point was nearly drowned in a shipwreck, i'm going to put him in his 30s as well.

the unsleeping city chapter ii: again, a mix of confirmed ages and vibes.

ricky matsui: early 30s. 29-34. this is just three years aged up from the first unsleeping city.

sofia lee: mid 30s. another age-up from

kingston brown: 58. thank god a confirmed number.

iga lisowski: 45. it feels like she kind of plays up the old lady schtick for her job, bc 45 isn't that old.

rowan berry: ~400. at least that's how long she's been on earth. rowan form in her mid 20s.

cody walsh: 26. this is a 26 year old hot topic manager with 12 swords and extreme mediocrity. truly a character designed to cause chaos.

pete conlan: younger than 34. again based on the reference ally makes in tucii to big business (1988). i'd put him at around 28-31. definitely around cody's age, a little older, but not much.

mice & murder: they are animals using variant human stats, so they're using human ages.

gangie green: 55. he definitely acts younger in certain circumstances.

buckster $ boyd: unknown. probably younger than gangie--late 40s perhaps? we know he's a gemini.

daisy d'umpstaire: almost 60. she's past her prime and wondering if she really wants to do this for the rest of her life

ian prescott: unknown. definitely middle aged, probably around buckster's age.

lars vandenchomp: 18, supposedly in dog years. also a cancer. i don't know how, given that they served in the schnauzer war and supposedly have a business degree.

sylvester cross: 55. another person past his prime, and wondering what's he's doing with the rest of his life.

misfits & magic: the first school season to actually have consistent ages, assuming they're entering as sixth years who were in their junior year in the us.

whitney jammer: 16. born around 2005.

k | dream: 17. born around 2004

sam black: 16. another 2005 baby

evan kelmp: 17. born around 2003. this tracks for him not having formal education-- a little old for the grade.

the seven: the first spyre school season to have the ages be consistent. the ladies know teenagerhood well.

the fact they lost a year or so in the palimpsests makes placing their grades a little fuzzier: we know sam, ostentatia, and zelda get taken during the school year. penny goes missing just before the start of the year, and antiope, katja, and danielle get taken beforehand.

antiope jones: 18. she lost a year in the palimpsest, so she's technically a super senior, making her a junior during fhfy.

katja cleaver: 18. another technical super senior, who was a junior during fhfy.

penny luckstone: 18. again, she lost her junior year during fhfy.

danielle barkstock: 16-17. i'd say 17, because that makes her a sophomore during fhfy--she'd have repeated the year to be a junior during the seven.

ostentatia wallace: 16-17. leaning toward 17 again, but younger than danielle. we don't get full confirmation of how old she is/what grade she's in during fhfy, but given the fact that she's established enough to host a party at her house during fhfy, i'd say she's a sophomore, and that's the year she repeats.

sam nightingale: 18. i'd say close to 19, because she's definitely in penelope's age group if not grade, and i'm pretty sure i recall penelope being a senior during fhfy. she may have been young for her grade initially, but came out on the other end after fhfy.

zelda donovan: 16-17. leaning towards 16 for zelda; she's a freshman with the bad kids during fhfy, and is the last maiden to be captured, at some point during the second semester. she could conceivably retake classes over the summer and catch up in order to be a sophomore the same year as the bad kids.

shriek week: this is a college season, so they're college aged. i don't have that much to say--we know exactly how old they are.

terry talbo: 22

megan mirror: 23

tuti iv: 21

seven: 22

a starstruck odyssey: there's a mix here--some vagueness, some numbers. in-universe their ages would be counted differently anyway, since they work off of 6-month cycles and not 12-month years.

gunnie miggles-rashbax: mid 30s. he's got two PhDs and a master's as well as a cyborg body and years of trying to pay off debt.

riva: unknown. it's reasonable to assume that they're on the younger side, given that they are on their galavant. i'd assume around early-mid 20s for their species.

norman takamori: unknown. based on the art and his general timeline, i'd say ~40s. maybe 50s.

skip | valdrinor: unknown. he's a cerebroslug who was presumably raised somewhere, tried to escape, ended up in space and then in a crate of powdered egg substitute.

margaret encino: 24. a savant who began working at 18. truly a girlboss on a quarter life crisis.

sundry sidney: n/a. she's an android--aging doesn't really apply to her. i think it's only been a year or so since the line was shut down, since it's been revamped as the warfare whitneys.

big barry syx: 38. this also carries over to barry nyne. we know barry bohunk created the barry battalion before anarchera 200 (current=220), but they were born as 25 year old beautiful big boys. in short, barry's age is a little questionable.

coffin run: another age split season, since half of the party is immortal.

aleksandr astrovsky: 41. young to be florina's zayde. also 15 sons? especially when he and marina had not been in contact for ~7 years? insane.

squing: old as time. younger than dracula, but only just. just a squishy headed vampire who eats letters.

wetzel: 26. has not even lived a majority of his lifetime and already wants to be a vampire.

may wong: 24. granted that's because she was turned at 24 so as to be eternally young and hot, so she's a bit older than that probably.

a court of fey and flowers: they are archfey that don't die. blooms are centuries apart. assume these age ranges are going to be like the bloodkeep ranges.

andhera: unknown. younger than most of the fae--he's the current heir to the unseelie, but has had many siblings who died previously in pursuit of the throne. most of the others knew them when they were younger; hob unhorsing him on the field of battle is only one example. so definitely like just of age for this prince.

k.p. hob: unknown. definitely older than andhera and likely binx, he's in the prime of his military career. getting closer to middle age, but still a relatively eligible bachelor, given that the goblin court sought to make a marriage alliance with lady sylmenar.

chirp featherfowl: unknown. i'd put her at the archfey equivalent of late 20s early 30s just based on vibes. she's still getting down at the bloom but has a 4 year old at home on the material plane.

squak airavis: unknown. i'd say slightly younger than chirp, but they've been cousins for so long that the difference is irrelevant. late 20s, getting down and breaking hearts at the bloom. considering marriage but shopping around.

delloso de la rue: unknown. rue is a little tricky--they were brought to the court of wonder as a child and presumably aged normally to that point, but they've been an archfey ever since. closer to hob's age than the lords of the wing.

binx choppley: unknown. the crisis of the court of craft happened relatively recently in fey terms and she was an adult by that point, though not truly the leader at the time. i'd say she's older than andhera, younger than the lords of the wing.

neverafter: some weird age splits in this party; kids, adults, inexplicable trickster spirits.

rosamund du prix: 18. technically 118, but that doesn't really matter.

timothy goose: unknown. he's old enough to have greying hair and an adult son--late 40s-early 50s maybe?

pinocchio: 12. this is based on both him and ylfa being 21 during the epilogue, so i'm assuming they're the same/a similar age.

puss in boots/pib: unknown. we meet him when he's on the older side for a cat, but also he's an eternally reincarnating trickster spirit, so that doesn't really matter.

gerard of greenleigh: 32. the other adult in the party, even though he doesn't have everything figured out.

ylfa snorgelsson: 12. this is confirmed in story, and she and pinocchio are the same age.

the ravening war: this season is a little weird because of the time skip and the fact that some ages are unconfirmed.

delissandro katzon: starts at 19, 21 after the first timeskip, 26 after the second. a young man.

raphaniel charlock: unknown. i'd say he starts in his late 60s and ends the season in his mid-70s. old enough to be deteriorating and have specific signs of age, but still spry enough to pull off a cunning action dash.

karna solara: 14 to start, 16 post-timeskip 1, 21 post-timeskip 2. rotting from a young age.

colin provolone: unknown. i'd place him in his late 20s to start, mid 30s by the end, based on his art and the start of cheese pattern baldness.

amangeaux epiceé du peche: unknown. mid 20s to start, early 30s by the end. she and her husband had been trying for heirs for a while--assuming she married young, she's not past her prime, but not having a kid in her position would be a little sus. also the fact that she must have had a relatively healthy uncomplicated pregnancy points to her still being pretty young to start.

dungeons & drag queens: a lot of variance here as well. mostly vibes-based.

troyánn: 242. she's got a combination of elf and immortal mermaid queen--this is reasonable.

princess foehammer: unknown. probably in her 20-30s.

gertrude: unknown. explicitly immortal--the only sign of age is her hair. she's been around for a while.

twyla: unknown. she's another fairy of unknown age.

mentopolis: some of these characters have stated ages. they are also concepts in a brain.

conrad schintz: 10. his growth has been stunted for years.

anastasia tension: 24. an up and coming journalist running form her rich family? say no more.

hunch curio: unknown. he's a concept in a brain. on vibes? 40s.

imelda pulse: unknown. i'd say she's probably around anastasia's age, given that they demonstrably grew up together.

dan fucks: unknown. another concept in a brain. 20-30s on the vibes alone.

the fix: unknown. concept in a brain. old enough to be a father and a contract killer is all i'll say.

burrow's end: this follows stoat aging--some of these are confirmed, some are guesses.

tula: 1-2 years old, leaning towards 2. old enough to have kids of a reasonable age, if the 1 year mark is adulthood (male stoats achieve sexual maturity at 10-11 months)

jaysohn: somewhere between 6 and 8 months old. growing up fast.

viola: 1-2 years old, same litter as tula. i looked up stoat reproduction against recommendation.

thorn vale: 1-2 years old. in the vague adult range with tula and viola.

ava: 4 years old. potentially could live for 15 more winters. unbelievable.

lila: somewhere between 6 and 8 months old. same litter as jaysohn, but is the elder of the two of them.

and that's all for this time! despite being this long, this is still going to be shorter than the relationship tracking. as always the spreadsheet is available for perusal.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 meta #thisisnotthenerd's d20 stats #dimension 20 statistics #fantasy high #escape from the bloodkeep #the unsleeping city #tiny heist #fantasy high sophomore year #a crown of candy #pirates of leviathan #the unsleeping city chapter ii #mice & murder #misfits & magic #d20 the seven #shriek week #a starstruck odyssey #coffin run #a court of fey and flowers #neverafter #the ravening war #mentopolis #burrow's end

[shesjustanothergeek]

His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Twenty-Nine

Masterlist of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Thank y'all so much for your patience! I apologize that the chapter is up late. Life has been bonkers lately, but I'm relieved and happy with this chapter. I honestly can't believe I've been writing this story for a year. Thank you so much for sticking with me through those who have joined along the way and those who are reading in real time! This will be the last mildly angsty chapter, so be prepared. ;)

Chapter Warnings: Larys Strong, subby Aegon, a wiki of ice and fire is my only source of info here, sexual harassment. 

"I have given everything and received scraps in return and you expect no fury?" - T.J. Pen, A Woman Scorned.

"This simply cannot be," Queen Alicent said to the slumped man before her, picking at her emerald dress sleeves and gnawing her plump lip.

The Queen was in a chaotic state. Her loose chestnut hair cascaded in a waterfall of waves, the tips dusting her delicate waist. She hadn't changed from the high-necked gown she wore to the petition. There wasn't a moment to herself since the promises of her old friend, immediately heading to care for the King as any dutiful wife under the Seven would.

The collar constricted Alicent's throat as she swallowed, pulling at the fabric to steady her breathing. "My son," she stuttered, mind reeling, "my son has fathered bastards in the slums of Flea Bottom, and now he beds one. This cannot be."

Lord Larys stared into the disarranged Queen, the whites of her nails non-existent as he leaned onto his able side, thumb absentmindedly stroking the ornate firefly head of his cane. The Strong Lord was unperturbed by his ally's abrupt appearance at the hour of the owl. He would never turn away his Queen when she was in need.

"You surely cannot be so shocked, Your Grace," he expressed, dark brow lowered. "She is born of sin, her Mother a whore. 'Tis in her blood."

Alicent was unsure of how to respond. She couldn't deny your heritage. Larys' words were correct. You were born out of a harlot's womb, of a sinner's seed. Your existence stained the Targaryen legacy, a shadow in the Seven's divine light. She advised the King that the first legitimization of a bastard would tear the kingdom's order apart and ruin years of established precedent, but he would not listen. The Queen should've known. It was not her place. The man named a woman the heir to the Iron Throne.

"He is my son. I only wish to see the best in him. I have turned a blind eye to his," Alicent paused, tucking her plush lips into her teeth, "disgraceful actions, but Prince Daemon's child... his favorite daughter."

"The young Princess has made herself a hearth in the Keep, Your Grace. She sees herself as above her station. My spiders have told me whispers of what occupies her time as of late."

Lord Larys leaned across the foot table that separated him from the Queen before pulling back, swiping his pink tongue to wet his mouth. Alicent mirrored his movements, an invisible string tethering her to the Master of Whispers. "Please, Lord Strong, speak freely."

The mousy-faced man smiled, his countenance flickering in the dim candlelight. "I do not wish to spread ill of the Princess, Your Grace. I am a man of honor, but what my spiders have said..."

The Queen's doe eyes widened in concern as her brows furrowed. She did not care about the events of the past. Larys was not the honorable man he claimed, but her mind's dark fantasies blinded her from any reason.

"The Princess sends ravens to her Father divulging private Council matters, she sharpens her blade with bodies, 'tis only a matter of time until the King passes and Princess Rhaenyra is crowned." The taste of copper flooded Alicent's tongue, the tang nearly choking her. "The girl is a pawn for her Father and Rhaenyra plans to make her the Hand. What do you imagine will happen when Aegon's mere existence seeks to undermine her claim?"

The Queen's spine straightened, her fingers pulling at the loose skin of her nail. "You believe she will kill Aegon if Daemon asks it of her?" Her Father's words from decades ago echoed in her ears, her expression becoming horror. "Rhaenyra would never allow that to happen."

"Do you believe it will be a queen manning the helm or that of a Rogue Prince?" Larys inquired with the quirk of an unruly brow.

He knew what he was doing—the Master of Whispers at work.

"She-she promised to return on dragonback. We were companions once..." Alicent trailed off, tears beginning to collect at her lash line as her head fell to her lap.

They were friends. They sat underneath the Heart Tree as girls, read stories together, and dreamed together. Was that only a memory now? Was the past so truly lost between them?

"That is only my thoughts on the matter, Your Grace, since you wished to hear them," the Strong Lord replied, his thumb returning the fidgeting on the metal firefly. "I believe it was a fair exchange on advice, my Queen."

The Queen's gaze shot up, making contact with the Lord's. She knew what he meant, what he wanted. Larys desired the same outcome as all men do. It wasn't reasonable for her to think this time would be different. He would not offer help out of the goodness of his heart. Alicent realized no man ever would.

"Of course," the young Queen stared, not accepting or denying, simply speaking.

She gathered the hem of her emerald dress, the golden pointed star of the Seven glinting in the candlelight. A necklace that once comforted her now only brought her shame as Alicent untied her white stockings.

***

The wall opened as you listened to the scratch of your quill drags across the parchment to your Father. You didn't need to look to see who it was; only one person entered through the secret passageways of Maegor's Holdfast.

"My darling," you sang, keeping your gaze locked on the final loops of the letters, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Aegon didn't answer, his footfalls light as he sauntered to your desk. You only raised an eyebrow in response, focused on the task.

"Oh, simply nothing, little Princess. I just overheard my Mother and Grandfather speaking of how I should be king." That piqued your interest, your hand halting its movements. "You hear a lot of things through these walls," he teased, bending at the knee to speak closer into your ear, "many things."

You placed the dry feather back into its inkpot as you turned to face the beaming Prince with a neutral expression. "Your elder sister is to be Queen," you declared factually.

"Well, yes," he grinned, taking a few strides away from you. "That's what my Father has decreed, but that was before he had a son."

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms, observing Aegon as he glanced back to ensure you were still paying attention. "Tis merely a thought, my sweet. Nothing more."

He flopped onto your made bed with a huff; his arms spread wide into a cross. Deciding to take the bait, you stood, crossing over to where he lay as you sat beside him, palm resting on his thigh.

"A fool is still a fool even when dressed in the King's robes."

Aegon scoffed, lifting his head as you saw his cock stir beneath his breeches. He liked this, the game of back and forth. It caused a thrum in his veins. "That was not kind of you, little one. I ought to punish you for it."

You raised your brows as you tilted your head to the side. "Punish me?" you repeated with a light-hearted sneer. "It should be you. What you say is treason."

"Perhaps," the Prince needled with a mischievous lilt to his tone. "Or I am simply stating what the realm is thinking. You truly believe a woman can ascend the Iron Throne?"

Your nails dug into his thigh at the insult, nearly piercing through the fabric and making crescent indents on the skin. Aegon hollered in protest as he sat upright in an attempt to remove you, your hand snaking from his leg to his crotch, gripping his hardening shaft meanly.

"Now, who put those ideas into that thick little head of yours, Aegon?" you jeered and moved to straddle his thigh. "Was it indeed from eavesdropping?"

His breath audibly hitched, the notch nestled within his throat bobbing as he watched you meticulously unlace his trousers. The Prince's lip tucked itself between his teeth as you revealed his half-hard cock, lazily stroking the thick shaft to its full height. The pearlescent liquid slowly began to leak from the tip; unable to stop your tongue from poking out and licking it, Aegon released a groan.

"I asked you a question, dull boy. 'Tis rude not to answer," you taunted from below, your chin resting on his pelvis as you peered up at him.

Aegon's legs bowed under your strokes as his hips lifted slightly from the mattress. The poor thing couldn't handle your feather-light touches to his sensitive cock, fingers dragging up his blue-green veins. His head tilted back as the wet flesh of your tongue licked across the tip once more.

Something wicked came to mind as you saw the Prince bite his lip, brows pinched together, and cheeks tinged pink from the attention. He was inside his body, his mind entirely caught in his feelings. He did not see your cruel grin as you sat upright, shifting your weight off him.

"Since you are so keen on the idea of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, there is no need for me anymore," you declared flippantly.

Aegon righted himself faster than you had ever seen, the throbbing between both your legs forgotten as his face fell in confused desperation. He looked so helpless in that moment, slouched, arms between his thighs as his manhood twitched angrily. It was almost enough to make you fold, but not quite. You needed to do this for the kingdom to stop a civil war before it happened and for yourself.

You were now uncertain if the time came for battle; you could carry the executioner's blade to the eldest son. And if you could not enact justice, you feared what Aegon would become. There would be no guiding light and only unlimited power at his grasp. You understood that now he had a taste of your love, the sweet nectar that ran through your veins. He would stop at nothing to have it always.

"Well, since you are to become king I believe you will not need me anymore," you repeated with an airy finality in your voice. Aegon observed with horror across his features as you went to the door of your chambers. "You'll have your pick of the finest whores in the Seven Kingdoms, and an army of willing maidservants at your disposal. What use am I to you now?"

Your fingers danced over the brass handle as you listened for the rustling of sheets and hurried footfalls. It was wrong of you to toy with Aegon this way, yet it didn't weigh on your conscience. He was easy to guide with the proper directions, like a mule with a carrot on a string.

"My sweet, it was only a thought. A simple jest of an idea," the Prince beseeched, holding his trousers in an attempt at modesty. "You know that I love you far more than any vice."

As you spoke, you slowly retreated from the door, your hand lowering to your side. "But I know the truth of men. They are animals. They see a shiny thing, and then an even shiner, more beautiful thing comes along, and suddenly that first thing is nothing but a tarnished object."

Hearing the noiseless scoff of Aegon, you turned, your fists clasped behind your back as you tilted your countenance to his level. His eyes were a puddle of ametrine. Blonde brows furrowed together in an anxious expression.

The assured confidence you once held began to erode the longer you stared at his watery gaze and pouted lips. How could you continue with the charade of apathy when he looked so... so helpless? The spoiled Prince who drank and fucked as he pleased was gone, and in his stead was a fragile, pathetic boy, begging with a quivering chin for an ounce of your affection. It was like a blade to the heart. Who were you to deny the pleadings of a wanting child?

"I know you love me, sweetling," you cupped Aegon's pudgy cheeks, and he blossomed, tilting into your soft touch, "but men are flawed creatures. They cannot help themselves when given ceaseless power. I will be nothing but a pretty memory if you become king."

"Then I won't!" the Prince shouted desperately, begging for his life. "I am not fit to rule, my Mother knows it. So does my Father. He would've named me heir years ago if he wanted me so."

Your stare broke from his, brown orbs flitting away to gaze at the wrinkled sheets. Shame gnawed into your mind like the teeth on your lip, nearly breaking your facade.

"You truly love me enough to turn away the crown?" The words sounded like a plead more than an inquiry, your voice mirroring his own.

"Yes! I swore an oath to you, my love. I pledged my heart and soul to be yours and only yours." You returned your vision to his, eyes flicking to the mole on his chin, lips, and eyes again. "I will be yours until my last breath, as you will be mine."

You smiled, head tilting in blissful relief. "Not every man is as strong as you, Aegon, strong enough to turn away power." Your hand trailed from his cheek to his neck, your fingers barely wrapping around the pale flesh. "I believe you deserve to feel the depth of my appreciation for such a selfless act."

The Prince's tongue swiped across his lip, knees becoming weak as you gave him a serene smile, gaze hooded. He was helpless against you. From the moment he saw you in the alley behind Madam's, brown and violet orbs staring back at him, an annoyed expression on your face as your girlish hands collected the apples from the flagstone, he knew you were his.

Aegon tried to forget the meeting when it happened. How foolish he felt now for doing so, but you stayed with him wherever he went.

The years back then were a blur, nothing but figures and outlines for memories, yet he remembered you. He remembered the girl with the same lilac in her dark eyes as his, the white streak in her hair that resembled his own. He couldn't rid you in the weeks leading up to Daemon's arrival, frequenting your caregiver's house more than ever, hoping for a glimpse of your girlish form.

It was fate that brought you together. Aegon didn't believe in the Gods, yet when you were placed before him with rags for clothes and dried locks from the harsh soap you used, he felt it was destiny. A divine force put you in his path, and he thanked whichever one it was every moment.

Your gaze flicked to the Prince's parted mouth, chest rising and falling too fast to be typical as your lips met his. He devoured your kiss as if it was his first meal, your essence bursting over his tongue as your fingers tightened around his throat.

When you finally pulled away, teeth dragging over the soft flesh of his lip as he met your gaze, your pupils dilated in want. Aegon chased after you in search of that feeling, but you leaned out of reach, failing to hide the smirk on his sullen face. You merely grinned in response, your hand traveling to brush back the stray locks of white that fell over his pink ears.

"You are such a good boy, Aegon. So good to me. I want to show you how proud I am of you."

Aegon died in that moment, ascending to the Seven Heavens, and before him stood an angel singing hymns of praise. He hadn't known how long he waited for someone to say those words to him. The Prince was putty in your hands. He would do anything you asked of him if only you would praise him more.

Slowly, you sunk to your knees, Aegon observing you intensely as you gazed back, a particular look in your eyes. It had been moons since you took his cock in your mouth and felt the heavy weight of his shaft and the salty taste of his seed down your throat. You had hidden the enjoyment of the action when you previously did it, denying yourself the happiness you now believed you deserved.

His breeches were still untied, and his member still hard, a bit of his spend dried on the silt as you took him in your hand. The flat of your tongue wet the milky droplet, tasting like you remembered. The action kindled the fire through your veins, and you rubbed your thighs to alleviate it.

You gave Aegon a few experimental pumps to ensure he was ready, his head tilting back in response as he gulped. You licked languid stripes up his shaft, lips wrapping around his cockhead at the end before you released it with a final pop. His digits went into your hair, smoothing it back for purchase and seeing your face unobscured. Each time you moved, the Prince was near ecstasy, legs trembling and jaw tensed as you accumulated your saliva, dribbling it onto him.

You were far better than any whore he had ever had. Aegon understood you lacked the apparent skill that came with experience, yet it was far more pleasurable than even the most veteran woman he laid with. He did not have the connection to them that he did with his little Princess, her mere presence enough to set his blood ablaze.

Your mouth engulfed Aegon's cock, jaw having to unhinge more than expected to accommodate his girth. It felt wonderful to finally have him inside you again, though you much preferred it in another place, a moan vibrating into his hips as his fingers pulled at your roots.

You slowly took him further, lips covering your teeth as the wet muscles of your mouth stroked him. The muscles in Aegon's stomach tightened as he attempted to stave off his premature release, wanting to feel the pleasure of your mouth for as long as he was able. You were a little more than halfway before his tip hit your throat, momentarily gagging at the foreign intrusion.

Hand gripping Aegon's thigh, you relaxed, closing your eyes as you puffed air through your nose and took him to the hilt. It was his favorite thing, the feeling of his cock entirely inside you. It nearly sent him over a cliff and crashing to the ground below, but he halted, gripping your hair harshly enough to make you whine.

"Fuck," he hissed, grounding himself in the feeling that was you.

You smiled around him as much as allowed, proud that you could reduce a Prince of the Realm to a wanton mess. A gush of slick coated your small clothes at the realization, retreating until only your lips were left around his leaking tip.

You inhaled a deep breath through your nostrils as your gaze flicked to meet his in quiet assurance. Hooded purple eyes met yours, light brown lashes fluttering as you began to bob back and forth with the rhythm of your fist. Aegon appeared as if he was about to crumble, his brows pinched together and lips pursed.

You felt dominion over the Prince despite being in a position of weakness, on your knees, the display a show of subjugation, yet you held all the power. If you felt inclined, you could ruin him, stop your ministrations at any moment, and leave him denied of his release, mind swirling with thoughts of rejection and self-hatred. But you were not cruel despite what the Court said. Those who suffered your wrath were deserving of it. You had rage, but you were not bestial.

Aegon punctuated your thoughts with a harsh snap of his hips as his manhood collided with the back of your throat, gagging. Your eyes became slits, humming in disapproval, grabbing his stones and pinching them meanly. The Prince whimpered, knees knocking and attempting to regain composure with his sturdy grip locked in your hair.

He felt a mixture of patheticness along with his arousal, the two emotions creating an intoxicating mix of pleasure and self-loathing. He would not have it any other way so long as it were you. Your touch made him crumble, an impuissant mess of a boy rather than a man. Aegon would take whatever you gave him with a broad smile and eager, open arms.

You released Aegon with a rugged gasp of air, your hand hastening to make up for the departure of your mouth.

"My sweet boy," you cooed from below, licking your lips before attacking his cock once more. "My good boy. You deserve this, don't you? You have been exceptional to me, denying the crown like a favorable and obedient son. You care for me, do you not?" you badgered rhetorically, continuing your assault as you licked the underside of his shaft. "Yes, you do." Your mouth latched onto his balls, the soft skin molding around it, causing him to hurdle toward the cliff. "Good boys who love me get to peak. Are you a good boy?"

Aegon nodded fervently as if the very fate of the realm depended on his answer, and perhaps it did. "I asked you a question, Aegon. Good little brat princes answer me. Now, tell me," you spat onto his member, some saliva splattering onto the fine dusting of hairs at his base, "are you a good little boy?"

"Yes!" he shouted, the words traveling to the heavens above. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm a good boy. I'm your good boy. I love you." He groaned, chin tucking into his chest as he watched you pleasure him with focused determination. "Please -fuck- please let me come. I want to come for you so bad."

Tears were pouring from his amethyst orbs that you hadn't noticed, his emotions too intense to keep hidden. It brought another wave of mind-numbing arousal through your body to have Aegon such a blubbering mess, begging you to let him peak.

"You are my good boy, that's right, and good boys get to come wherever they want."

It appeared like Aegon was going to combust, your words moments away from sending him over the edge, but he withheld, managing to grunt out, "face" before his seed covered your flesh.

Ropes of his spend painted your face, eyes shut and grinning with satisfaction as you pumped him through his high. Each splash of warmth to your cheeks brought further gratification to your features, your countenance becoming a welcoming canvas for Aegon's devotion, his peak sliding down the column of your throat.

His stomach tensed, nearly doubling over as your touch began to burn, the pleasure becoming painful until you ceased. The Prince's cock throbbed, the thumping in his chest matching the beat in between his legs as he watched his spend drip from your cheeks.

What a beautiful site, Aegon thought, but what a waste of seed. He longed for the chance to have his babe quicken in your womb, a princeling or little Princess with his eyes and your hair causing mayhem in the halls of the Red Keep. What a thing that would be, more dark-haired children within the House of The Dragon. His Mother would keel over at the sight. The idea did not seem too far off as he wiped the pearlescent droplets from your eyes, gaze flicking to your abdomen.

"Your beauty is bewitching. 'Tis a wonder how I lead myself from temptation." You beamed, head resting in Aegon's palm as you stood, leaning into his devouring lips.

"You flatter me, my love, but you have a true beauty," you replied, still having difficulty accepting his compliments. "Your eyes are the color of lavender, hair the moon, skin softer than the finest silk." Your digits brushed his strands behind his ear, fingers resting and gaze boring into his. "You are my love. I will have no one else but you. Cursed be he who seeks to tear us asunder."

Reciting the oath of marriage before Aegon, he kissed you, swallowing your moan, a puff of air leaving his nose at the force.

"It should have been you who I was married to," he spoke noiselessly onto your skin. "I never wanted to wed Helaena. She is my sister."

You flash him an empathetic look, tracing the outline of his face. "She feels the same. I am sure of it."

Nodding, you lead the Prince to your wrinkled sheets, wrapping yourself in his embrace as you lay down. The lust between your thighs was still there, but one question raged in your mind, creating a cavernous feeling of anxiety.

What would happen if they forced Aegon onto the throne?

You were his strength yet also his weakness. Lord Otto and Queen Alicent could use his love for you if they found out and twist his thoughts until nothing was left but their schemes. You dreaded the inevitable discussion of this scenario with Aegon, but it did not feel as heavy as you believed it would. He loved you. You understood that now, but the haunting shadow of doubt and failure lurked within the corners of your mind.

"Aegon," you spoke, voice sounding smaller than intended, "what would happen if they tried to crown you even though you do not want it? What would become of us?" Tears pricked your eyes, unable to withhold your genuine emotions any longer.

"I will not let them. I shall die before they put us against each other. I will have no reason to continue without the only person who cares for me," he answered plainly, voice holding a finality.

You turned your head to meet his, the Prince's stare hard with determination. "I do not wish you to die for me. I want you to live for me." Aegon returned your gaze, tenderly mirroring your actions from earlier and tucking a lock of ebony hair behind your ear. "For as long as I exist, someone will love you."

He grinned crookedly, pecking your forehead. "What do you suggest we do, little dragon?" he asked, laying back onto your goose-down pillows.

"I have a notion of who could help us. I've spoken to her about this subject before, but if she is no longer willing..." you trailed off, doubt festering in your mind. "I will find a way or make one."

With a resolute purpose settling into your bones, you took a calming breath, curling into Aegon's side with a sigh. Time was of the essence. Viserys was living with the Stranger at his bedside, and at any hour, he could leave this plane, but for right now, at this moment, all that mattered was the fair-haired boy humming faintly in your ear.

***

Winter was at its peak, yet no snow fell, unlike Dragonstone. You received ravens from your family regularly, detailing their life back home. Jace's fifteenth nameday had passed, and Luke's fourteenth. You could not attend both small celebrations due to your Father's wishes. It hurt not to fly to see them; it would only take a day, but Daemon explained the precarity of the late-season months. The King's health declined, and the cold only worsened his condition.

These were the sacrifices you made for the good of your kin and the kingdom, and as any obedient child and daughter of the realm, you bore them with a stiff lip. Yet there were moments like this, your moonlit child resting in your lap as he gazed out of the library window. This made those sacrifices painless.

"At the time of the Rhoynish Wars, Nymeria ruled in Ny Sar. During the Second Spice War, Prince Garof Chroyane united the nobility in a grand alliance against the Valyrian Freehold," you read from the History of Rhoynish Wars by Beldecar.

"Only Princess Nymeria spoke against him, warning the other princes that they could not win the war. However, the other princes shouted her down and joined their strength to Prince Garin, and even Nymeria's own warriors were eager to join his cause."

It was inevitable that Aegon was not listening, his fingers fidgeting with the ring you gifted him his first nameday with you, but it was no bother. You knew that this was his only moment of peace from his duties, which he was tending to as of late. Otto unthinkingly took it as a sign that he was finally preparing to become the heir he and many of the lords wished him to be.

"Princess Nymeria led her fleet of ten thousand ships down the Rhoyne, past ruined towns and fields of corpses. To avoid Volantis and the dragonlords, Nymeria chose an older channel and emerged into the Summer Sea, where the city of Sarhoy once stood. The following voyage was long and gruesome, and more than a hundred ships sank in the first storm they encountered. More were taken by fear and turned back, only to be captured by slavers out of Volantis. Others fell behind or drifted away and were never seen again."

Aegon released a puff of hair, turning his neck into an awkward position to look at the hand-painted illustration of the Princess setting sail with her ships. "That seemed to work rather well for her in the end, didn't it? That's why you travel with dragons and not ships."

You threw a half-hearted scowl at him for his unappreciated anecdote. At least he was listening.

"For three years, Nymeria's fleet wandered the southern seas," you continued. "Nymeria led the Rhoynar first to the Basilisk Isles, where they were attacked by corsairs. She refused the corsairs' offer to settle on the Isle of Toads, and the Rhoynar continued on to Sothoryos, where they struggled to survive at Basilisk Point, Zamettar, and Yeen."

The timbre of voices outside the library doors stole you from your studies, confusion etching your features as to who would be speaking. Ser Erryk posted at the entrance like a sworn protector should, following the commands of Aegon that you should not be disturbed. Just as the voices came, they went, fading into the distance and your mind.

"After an unsuccessful year in Sothoryos, the Rhoynar set sail and travelled again, this time for three years. They were welcomed at Naath, but left when they became afflicted with a deadly illness on the isle. Nymeria led them next to Abulu in the Summer Islands, which became known after as the Isle of Women, but they were unable to grow enough food on the land there."

The Prince perked at that, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you shook your head. "Isle of Women? That has gotten your attention and not the act of a single woman leading a fleet of ten thousand ships?" He chuckled, responding with a flippant shrug, tilting his head and quickly pecking your lips as an apology for his boyish antics.

"After years of arduous journeys full of storms, disease, and slavery, Nymeria led the surviving Rhoynar to Dorne in southern Westeros. Some Rhoynish ships landed on the Stepstones or surrendered to slavers from Lys and Tyrosh, but the remaining ships landed at the mouth of the Greenblood in Dorne. Nymeria made common cause with..." You turned the page to find the next missing, torn from its spine.

Perplexed, you flipped the bleached parchment back and forth as if the missing piece would appear with enough persistence.

"Go on," Aegon said, removing the ring from his finger to inspect the glowing gem in the sunlight shining through the window panes.

You skimmed through the pages, hoping to find the missing words somewhere, but had no luck, letting out a huff of annoyance. "I cannot, Aegon. A page is missing."

He sat straight, glancing at the jump in history. "Well, it appears like she creates a war in Dorne," the Prince chortles, snatching the tome and placing it beside him. "It does not matter, little one. We already know of the history and I am sure there are plenty of books that are far more entertaining than that. Have you read the Loves of Queen Nymeria?"

Playfully rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms, your lips smirking downward as Aegon batted his eyelashes impishly. No matter his age, he would remain a newly bloomed lad with thoughts regarding that of raunchiness. It was one of the many attributes you adored of his, though many viewed it as a vice.

"I love you, my pet, despite your boyishness," teasing, you failed to hide the grin splitting your face. You could not be cross with him. You spent far too long denying yourself from feeling such a thing. Gods be damned if you allowed it to happen again.

Aegon scooted closer to you on the plush settee, forms barely a centimeter apart as you became one, mouths ravenous for each other. You were unsure when you began to miss his touches, the caress of his lips on yours. It left you breathless and filled with indescribable joy within your gut. You wanted to be one with him, one heart, one body, one mind, one soul. You wished towed before the Seven, your hands bound and palms touching.

It was not something you would have, you realized with great melancholy. The threat of Dalton Greyjoy's proposal still hung cumbersomely over your heart, mind running out of witty things and excuses to give him before he grew tired of your procrastination.

Aegon relinquished your tongues from their dance with a sharp breath, hand traveling up the expanse of your thigh, clothed in a thick layer of swirled nacreous fabric until he reached the filleted embroidery of your bodice. His thumb gingerly caressed the area where your bud would poke, peppering kisses down your neck.

The doors to the library opened, abruptly ending the Prince's assault on your skin. You both glanced at Ser Erryk, annoyed, Aegon refusing to pull away in the presence of one who swore to keep his secrets.

"Forgive the intrusion, Your Grace, but the Queen wishes to speak with you both."

Aegon slowly retreated, missing the warmth you radiated in these icy months. "Eck," he scoffed with ire, sliding a respectable distance away. "Let her come."

As soon as the knight left, Queen Alicent appeared, a grim look on her heart-shaped features and fists clasped together with raw cuticles. "What is it you wish to say, Mother? I am currently studying the life of Queen Nymeria. Did you know she led an army of ten thousand to Dorne?"

"Yes. I did, my son," the Queen nodded primly. "She married Mors Martell soon after she landed."

"Ah," you acknowledged, swiftly attempting to end the increasing tension between the pair, "that is who she wed. A page was missing from the tome, as if someone tore it."

Alicent's gaze quickly went to the opened book on the settee, large chestnut eyes welling with unnamed emotions. She stared far longer than necessary as you and Aegon shared a questioning look. You shifted, ankles crossing just as your Septa taught you before she finally fixed her sights on your unsuspecting form.

"I have matters I would like to discuss with the Princess," she suddenly stated, a shadow casting over her face, "if you will allow me, my son." The title sounded unused and stiff, Alicent's knuckles turning pale.

Aegon opened his mouth to disagree, but you stopped him with a reassuring smile and nod. He reluctantly stood, his dissent evident. "As you wish, Mother."

He stood, dusting off his wrinkled trousers as he cast you one last glance. Seeing no regret, the Prince exited but did not stray far, slouching against the wall beside Ser Cargyll.

"What did you wish to discuss with me, my Queen?" you inquired politely, back straight and pearl necklace glinting in the light.

She flashed a forced smile, appearing more like a grimace as she sat at the other end of the furniture. The piece was slightly longer than your height, but the distance between you felt like an age. Alicent's vision was misty as she observed your features.

Your style choices differed significantly from when you first arrived at the keep. Typical Targaryen reds and blacks were now switched to those creams and gold, and Dragonglass Valyrian steel jewelry was replaced with elaborate chains of diamonds, rubies, and pearls. It was lavish for her taste, too yellow and grand, unlike her pious green. It seemed like something Aegon would wear. Her expression soured at the idea.

"You have been here for some time, yes?" The Queen began, your face etched with unasked questions. "And in turn you have grown close to my son."

You nodded solemnly but with hesitancy. Where was this headed?

"You know that I discovered his affections when I requested your aid for his twentieth nameday. While I can never repay you for preventing the embarrassment his absence would've brought, I do believe that your allowance in serving on the King's Small Council is enough," she said, words Alicent had swallowed vomiting past her lips.

Having an idea of what she was slowly getting towards, your mood changed. You crossed your arms displeasedly, no longer confused and open to the conversation.

"You have missed much of your brothers' ascent into maturity. Jacaerys and Lucerys are nearly men now, and I do not want you to feel obligated to stay here and live without them," the Queen expressed. It was false sincerity. "After all, our kin is all we have."

Unable to hide your scoff, you stood, rolling your eyes as you faced Alicent. "Unlike you, I do not enjoy the pomp and circumstance of courtly talk. 'Tis better to yank the rooting tooth instead of waiting for it to decay. Speak plainly so that we may not prolong this more than necessary," you declared with squared shoulders.

Alicent cleared her throat, shifting her weight and briefly fidgeting with the golden Seven-Pointed Star enveloping her throat.

This is what she despised about you, Targaryens. There was no tact, no appreciation for what separated the nobles from the small folk. Where was your sense of duty? Simple manners and a correctly placed smile could do far more than the threat of steel.

"I had hoped we could discuss this with more propriety, but I see that is something you Targaryens do not understand," she spat. Her poisonous words shot through your heart, momentarily stopping it and widening your eyes into a dumbfounded expression. "You must leave King's Landing. Your presence here is not a welcomed one if it indeed was."

You took her words as a challenge, a threat from an opponent. If you were on the battlefield, the glint of metal and blade slash would have stopped the Queen from finishing. She was fortunate that she was married to the king.

"You do not have the authority to send me away, Alicent," you snarled, losing all respect for her title. "What would your husband, the King, say should he discover you're attempting to exile his daughter's ward?"

She brushed off the thought, large brown eyes staring up at you with an unaffected disdain, as if you were nothing more than the slop underneath her finely crafted shoes. "There is no need for you now that Rhaenyra has promised to return on dragonback. I suggest you go to your chambers and alert the servants of your departure," she sighed, rising from the plush cushions in finality. "It is best we do this in a timely manner so as not to cause any unnecessary attention."

Your stare narrowed, lips pursing as you stepped toward the Queen. "Unnecessary attention? You mean for me to leave like a rat in the night so your son will not know."

Alicent should have expected this reaction. It was in her nature to hope for the good within people, yet time and time again, she was proven there was none.

"I shall not leave King's Landing nor will I ever. Aegon is my kin and someone I hold dear. I will never abandon those I love."

You shouted with much conviction, and it nearly swayed Alicent into believing you, but she knew better. She knew you had no love for her child; you were using him. You were an extension of Daemon and his ambitions. At a time, she pitied you for it, seeing a reflection of herself, but that softness had hardened under the realization that your actions affected her child.

"You people do not know of love," she laughed coldly. "Duty is love. Obedience is love. I will not allow your rot to afflict my son as Rhaenyra did me. You will leave King's Landing by order of the Queen."

Alicent missed the slip of her words until a blanket of silence covered the library. She said something no one was ever to hear, not even Rhaenyra. It was something she denied in the early years of her girlhood when days were packed with nothing but the yellow sun in the sky and silver hair in her fingers. What had she done?

What had she done?

Your steps were calculated as you stood barely a pace away from the Queen. It made sense now why your Mother would be unable to meet your gaze when you brought up Alicent, why the Queen would speak in such a way that left you puzzled. They were in love, at least at one point in time. You were unsure if either of them knew what the other felt or if they understood what that love was.

The overzealous religious imagery of the Keep was Alicent's guilt for what the gospel preached as a sin from the Seven. You almost felt sympathetic for her, but her projection of the inner turmoil she had inside turned into your punishment. You had no sympathy.

"Love can often be mistaken for hate," you spoke. It was something you knew far better than most.

The Queen balked at your words, still reeling at the notion of her confession and the potential consequences that would arise from them. You were not cruel. Even to those who deserved it, you now realized as you bid farewell.

"I shall reside in King's Landing until my Mother acends the Iron Throne, and even then, I will still be here," you proclaimed with your chin held high, Knowing she could not protest. "Good day, Your Grace."

And with a definitive curtsy, head and knees dipping low in mock reverence, you exited the library, book long forgotten as it lay open to the torn page.

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